Chapter 400: Good Deeds and Sour Pusses

So, you have stuck with my imaginative ramblings for 400 chapters. I want to thank you all for reading what I wrote as a way to escape into a fantasy world for a little while. I hope that you have enjoyed it.

Dead Writer

Now to see if these two can handle the nudist lifestyle.

I found that Cici’s brother was also named John, but he wasn’t John Junior. I took the two kids to my old bedroom, pointed at the toilets, and turned on the shower.

If either needs to let off any steam, that is the most private place in the house.

I had already washed off when the two emerged from taking care of things in their throne rooms. Both were trying not to look at each other’s bodies.

“Oh, come you two, I know you both bathed together when you were little kids. I’d guess you were still bathing together until you both started to get some hair between your legs. You only have more hair and are larger everywhere, but so what. It is the fastest way to get you both clean and into bed. It has been a very long day for you both. Cici, I’m going to wash you. John, you’re on your own unless Cici will wash your back for you.”

It turned out that I didn’t wash Cici much after all. The two kids took the poofs and shower gel before quickly scrubbing each other from head to toe. They were efficient and faster than I would have expected. I did get to wash and condition Cici’s hair.

“We were lucky to have five minutes of hot water and then had to wait a few hours for the crap water heater to warm back up. You had it pretty close when you said we stopped showering together once we started to get pubes. We quit showering with the lights on. Until today, we haven’t seen more than the other’s bare butt since that day. These poof things soap up better than the carwash mitts we had at the rental house. One of us gets wet front and back before moving to the other end of the tub. The other gets in at the end with the showerhead. They get washed, rinsed, and then wash the one that got in first. I usually get in first to quickly wash my hair and then put in conditioner. John does his hair while I scrub him from head to toe and back. I don’t see anything in what little light comes in through the frosted bathroom window. I turn my back to him so that he can do the same for me. Only in the last two months have I had to take cold showers for that week. It isn’t John’s fault, so I deal with it.”

As I started rinsing the conditioner out of her hair, I said, “You’re here in this house for now. I’m pretty sure I have one of those commercial water heaters that heat the water as it goes through it. My friend Trudy and her friends took showers that went well over an hour. They never once ran out of hot water. Tomorrow night you two can take as long of a shower as you want, alone. Well, that is unless you bring some friends home that you want to have in there with you. Right now, if either of you stays in here any longer, you are going to fall asleep.”

They checked each other out as they dried off in front of each other. Neither got even the slightest bit excited.

After Cici pushed her firm tits into her brother’s stomach, as she hugged her naked body to his, she stepped back and reached down to hold his limp dick.

“I’m so glad that wasn’t weird for either of us,” Cici said.

Her brother wrapped the towel around his waist and went to the guest room.

While we had been in the shower, the clothing fairies had come to put out a brand-new school uniform, panties, bra, socks, and shoes for Cici. I had some clothes to throw on in the morning and something to sleep in tonight.

I started to pull on my sleep pants when Cici asked, “Will you sleep naked with me? I know you said I’m too young to have sex, but I’m still a girl, and your one hot guy with a long dick. I don’t know how long they are supposed to get, but I think yours is longer than average. I want to feel what it is like to sleep with a guy I want to give my cherry. Don’t worry about me trying to get it in me when you are asleep. The doctor had to do the checks via my butt because I was too small in front still. I got on the pill two months ago because my mom worried about me getting pregnant. You saw first-hand what has been happening to us as long as I can remember.”

Of course, she wanted to see it hard. I did draw the line when she leaned down to try to blow me and her offer to jack me off since I got her off earlier. I might have let her jack me a bit more, but she couldn’t keep her eyes open. She would start a stroke, fall asleep, and then jerk awake before beginning to try again. I got her on her side, slid my dick through the gap, got her snuggled back against me, cradled her tit, and went to sleep. That was how her mom found us when she woke us up in the morning. My dick was still rock hard and poking out the front.

I saw the fire in her eyes and quickly said, “This isn’t the first time I’ve slept naked with a naked girl. We would end up with me spooned up behind her sometime in the night anyway. Would you want this pushed into your butt? It doesn’t have to be wet to slide in there when it happens, slowly, while we are asleep. I’m not that big around. I would wake up if she tried to put it where she wanted it. Putting it between her legs works out better.”

“Uh, David,” Cici said. “It was soft when I woke up in the middle of the night trying to figure out where I was and who was holding me. I had to pee anyway. When I got back in bed, I didn’t put it back between my legs. Around three, I tried to squirm around to get more comfortable. It was how you said, up in my butt, almost all of it. I only felt like I needed to poop and went back to sleep. I got it out, washed it thoroughly, and then got it back to sticking out from between my legs again. I don’t think that counts as having done any sexual stuff with me since it happened in our sleep.”

To her mom, she confessed, “I would have kept it in there, but it made me start to get excited from how it felt when it moved around inside me as I tried to get comfortable. Thank you for teaching me that it is wrong to abuse someone’s trust. You will be happy to know that I didn’t even touch myself down there, but I wanted to, badly.”

“It is going to take me a while, David. Please bear with me. I called some people that I do trust. They told me to worry more about what Cici might try to do to you,” she told me with her eyes downcast.

I put a robe on Cici and told her to wake her brother.

When she was out the door, I told her mom, “They told me last night about having to shower together due to lack of hot water.”

“HEY! What the heck, Cici? Do you think you are going to get away with that?” I heard John ask as Cici retreated into this room.

John was on her heels, with his morning wood bouncing around. He got the jump on Cici and was sitting on her bare ass as he tickled her. The robe bunched up on her back. After the third time that she told him to stop or she would pee, he let her up.

I know you didn’t miss that his hard dick went between her butt cheeks and slipped out half-hard from between her legs.

I turned to their mom and said, “At least they are siblings.”

When it hit John that he was naked and Cici’s robe wasn’t covering much, he quickly retreated to his room.

Cici leaned in to whisper to us, “That almost crossed that brother and sister line. I didn’t even notice it push against my butthole. John lost his hardon right as soon as it tried to go in. I’m not sure I would have told him to stop if it happened.”

“We need to talk about that, Cici,” her mom said. “If you don’t mind, David, can you get dressed in the bathroom while I have a quick chat with my daughter?”

They did try to be quiet, but it wasn’t hard to overhear them because Cici left the bathroom door open after she rushed to a toilet to pee while I was taking a piss.

It turns out that Cici wasn’t the only one in the family that liked how a dick felt in her ass. From what I heard, the girls and women on her mom’s side of the family have something going on in their brains that causes them to relax their buttholes when dick, or dildo, is pushing against it. Until Cici started to get tits, she and John would walk naked to their rooms to get on their PJs. Cici regularly did something to cause her brother to end up tackling Cici and tickling her. Neither kid ever noticed when their wrestling got John hard or when it went in her butt. She made them at least put on underwear before leaving the bathroom. Puberty made them both get modest. Her mom told Cici to make sure to wear panties before going to annoy her brother.

“Sweetheart,” her mom told her. “You know I have three brothers. I did stuff to get them to chase me too. I liked getting tickled. They ended up in my butt, as almost always happens with John and you. My mom had this same talk with me, but I was eleven and still flat as a board at the time. Even when their penises grew, they would slide easily in my butt. It was never sexual. They just pulled it out when they got bored tickling me, or I peed on them when they wouldn’t stop. I saw it just now. John got buried in your butt. You didn’t notice it any more than you have in the past, and neither did he. David isn’t your brother. That is why you were wet, but it still doesn’t mean if it causes your brother to pop his cork, as mine used to around his age, that you aren’t at risk of getting pregnant. I’ve observed you both had on underwear when he held you down to tickle you at the rental house. I had to get you on the pill to ensure you didn’t get knocked up on accident. I’m proud of you for resisting the urge to use David’s dick to screw your butt. You are also very loud when you get off without using a pillow to muffle your screams. Now get dressed and see if David can do something with your hair. I put aside money to get your hair cut after lunch yesterday, but I canceled when I saw how magnificent you looked when you came out in your new outfit. The cunts and their bitch daughters didn’t even recognize you until you were about to sit down.”

Cici came rushing into the bathroom, holding her clothes, and gave me puppy-dog eyes.

“Even if we had the time, it isn’t happening. You have many decent boys living in this neighborhood. A few would be more than happy to slip into your ass, but never your pussy. To them, one ass is as good as another, regardless of the gender of the owner. They will even wear a rubber. None of them like having to go wash their dicks off afterward,” I told her. “I’m not going to tell you their names, either. That isn’t even remotely cool.”

I did have to dress her because we would be late otherwise. Her hair wasn’t anything exotic or elegant, but it looked better than a scrunchy and bobby pins holding it back out of her face.

Their mom had found one of the many “on the run” breakfasts outside in the garage fridge. These were nutritious, filling, and didn’t have anything that would leave a spot on your clothes if you dropped any on you. Small bottles of orange juice went into the side water bottle pocket of their backpacks.

“Is this piece of junk safe,” John asked.

I laughed and told him that appearances could be very deceiving. Someone made the car look this way to ensure no one wanted to park anywhere close to it. We got some nasty looks when I pulled up in front of their school. I wore board shorts and a t-shirt, which didn’t help matters as I walked with them into the office.

I bet all of you girls and women behind the counter just creamed your corn. I can see it in your eyes that you know who I am, or my hot body revved up your engines.

One of the women rushed around the desk to pull both kids into a hug before saying, “Thank God that you are ok. We thought you were dead. Someone chained all the doors and nailed down the windows of your house before setting it on fire. It was already fully engulfed when the fire department arrived in under five minutes from when someone saw the flames. Before they could even get a hose connected, the house collapsed and burned too hotly for them to get close. It burnt to the ground not long after that. The person who called in said they rushed over to tell anyone inside it was on fire and saw the chained doors and blocked windows. People said there was a lot of activity at the house earlier, but things were quiet when the fire was started. I know how hard your parents work and the sacrifices they make to send you two here. You are great students, and I’m pretty sure that most everyone likes you a lot.”

She must be the only one in this office that doesn’t know who I am.

“What is up with Goliath? We aren’t accepting new students, even if he met the strict qualifications to go here,” she asked a bit bitchy.

“Me here. Give address,” I said. “Kids guests, my house.”

Still being a complete bitch, the woman asked, “What did Goliath say? I couldn’t understand him.”

I didn’t need any assistance to know what all I needed to put her in her place.

“So sorry. Is this better?” I asked her in a language from one of the isolated areas of the world where she lived with her parents as they did missionary work, based on the pictures in her office.

I changed languages with each sentence as I explained, “Some jealous snotty cunts had the family thrown out of their home illegally because they got pissed over something that happened at what was supposed to be Cici’s birthday lunch. These same worthless bitches got the kid’s father fired for no reason other than that they could. I called some friends that came to help pack them up, move their things out of the house, and clean it top to bottom. Cici and her family are staying at my parent’s house. I came here to update the school records since they don’t yet know the address. I don’t know why you are treating me in this way. Oh, your school is way too far below my level that you can even challenge me. I simultaneously graduated from five of the top universities in the country, receiving my bachelor’s degrees from each. They also awarded me master’s degrees and PhDs in language studies for my proven natural linguistic abilities. Any more condescending, disrespectful, and rude questions for me?”

An older gentleman came out from a large office, walked over, and said, “Not the images I want for visitors to have about our school or staff, David. I see that your mastery of many languages is not exaggerated as a PR ploy by those universities. I must say that your idea to prove there was no reason for you to repeat your sophomore year of high school or even continue attending was inventive if a little extreme.”

“As you have just found out, the seventeen-year-old that you just insulted isn’t the moron you judged him to be. He also came into some money when someone he met a few times died with no beneficiaries,” he told this snotty woman.