Water’s Run Deep

Literotic asexstories – Water’s Run Deep by RoofRat,RoofRat Water’s Run Deep

Chapter 1

I was headhunted out of Ohio State by a Large Corporation out of Columbus, as an accountant. I wanted to open my own business, but the money they offered was good, I would gain experience, and they have a great intermural sports program. I never played for any of my school’s teams, because I knew I wanted to be an accountant in my freshman year of high school. I enjoyed the main sports, basketball, baseball, and cross country. My high school coaches tried to get me to participate in the varsity programs, but I just wasn’t interested enough to put in that much time.

I finished high school a semester early and started at Ohio State the next quarter. I was in the dorm my first two years but convinced my dad I needed a quiet place to live. I had outgrown the dorms and wasn’t a big drinker. Dad agreed with one condition. I had to take my twin sister, Sara, with me. She was back living at home and was driving the folks crazy. She needed a jump start.

My twin sister, Tina Susan Waters-Jones. She fell in love and was married at eighteen against everybody’s wishes. He was a douchebag and was cheating on her the first year of their marriage. It lasted two years until he called her by another woman’s name during sex. He gone!

She worked as a waitress and was having trouble making ends meet. She is tall, I’m six foot and she is about two inches shorter. She is fit in her curvaceous body. The last time I looked at one of her bras hanging on the bathroom curtain rod, it said 36 C on the tag. I have seen her naked our whole life, she has a nice body, and I will give her that. I wish she would stop sharing it with everyone that buys her a drink. That’s not fair, but she takes too many risks, which bothers me. Scares me.

Having no choice, I agreed to his condition, and we found a small two-bedroom apartment, a bike ride from campus. On a brighter note, she does own an old beater that runs well and has good tires and brakes. Dad makes sure of this. So, a week before my Junior Year, we moved in together. We get along great, but she is a chick, and we share the bathroom a war zone in there. Richard Pryor used to joke women don’t fart they poot. I am here to tell you; Tina farts and she likes to leave one in my room or just crop-dust the apartment and giggles like a little girl the whole time. It’s adorable.

I had little privacy, because of the small size of our space and she never quite got the concept of knocking before entering. I would be in the shower and notice she was taking a piss or putting on makeup. When I would say something, she would always say, “I’ve seen that little thing my whole life. Nothing’s changed.”

Fair play dictated that I walk in, stand next to the tub, and piss into the bowl while she sits in her bathwater. The thing is, she never tried to cover up or scream at me to get out. I think her nipples got hard once. She never complained and has no fear of nudity, this also concerned me. The only thing she ever said one time was, “Do you have a hardon?”

I had a bag of weed in my pocket and showed it to her. I think she was disappointed, but she can be contrary sometimes.

“What the hell kind of a question was that?” I asked, fucking with her.

“It looked bigger.” Her tone going higher on bigger. I bust out laughing, she can be so cute at times. She does have her evil side. I learned practical jokes were not in my best interest. Had to call a truce on those.

One evening I needed the car, so I had to pick Tina up after her shift at the restaurant she worked at. I was running a little late and everyone was leaving. I went inside and there was nobody around when I heard Tina laugh in that nervous way she does when the situation may be going bad and she’s trying to find an exit.

I walked into the kitchen, where it came from, and saw a man in a chef’s hat, who had Tina trapped against some storage racks. I yelled, “Get the fuck off of her!” I was about to grab him when he moved away from us.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He started. “I thought she liked me.”

“Do you want to file charges, Tina?” I asked looking her over to be sure she hadn’t been harmed.

“There’s no need for that.” Cookie boy stammered.

“No, he didn’t hurt me, maybe I led him on. I just want to go home.” She turned and headed for the front door.

As I followed her out of the kitchen, I looked at the asshole and said, “She doesn’t work here anymore. I’ll be by for her final check Friday.” We got outside and I stopped her. “Are you okay?” I noticed a tear on her cheek and wiped it with the back of a finger.

“Yeah, he just scared me. If you had walked in 5 seconds sooner, nothing would have happened.” I walked her to the car and opened the passenger door for her, closing it when she was seated. On the way home, I told her that she didn’t work there anymore.

“What am I going to do for money? How am I going to pay rent or buy things I need?” Her eyes searched for answers.

I tried to calm her, “Don’t sweat it. I’ll sell it to Dad. I’ll tell him you weren’t safe where you worked. If you stay home and cook our meals, we can save a butt-load of money right there. Plus, maybe you could take a class, and start looking into career fields.”

She seemed to be calming down, “Do you think he will buy it?”

“It’s the truth, maybe you could even clean up the bathroom.” I chided.

“Oh, I see now. You want me to play little Miss Housewife. What I take care of the house during the day and take care of you at night?” She said, trailing off at the end of the sentence. We sat in that deafening silence, comprehending that last part. “You know what I mean.” She rushed in. “You think he’ll buy it?”

“He will see it’s the right thing. Might even be encouraged if you take a class.”

Pondering the idea, as the streetlights flashed by like paparazzi in the sky. “Mom has shown me how to cook a few things. I’m sure she can show me more. Maybe I could take a cooking class.” A smile crossed her face as she was saying her thoughts out loud. I worked it out with Dad the next day and we moved on.

With me always studying, and Tina staying home, neither one of us was seeing anybody. I knew a couple of ladies from class who like to relieve stress now and again. Nothing serious, just bumping uglies. I never really got, “Uglies”, I like the looks of both of them.

We had finished dinner one Saturday evening and were sitting at the table sharing a little bud. Out of the blue, Tina asked, “So, what’s your deal? You never date and no chicks come over. Do you just play with yourself like I used to catch you doing back home?”

“Hey, your room smelled plenty funky when I would come in late.”

Turning a bit red in the cheeks, she replied, “A girl got to do, what a girl got to do.” Then she winked at me. This caused a stir in my pants. What the fuck was that? “What’s wrong? You got a strange look on your face.”

Now, all I could do was think of her fingers in that shaved pussy of hers. My cock was becoming uncomfortable. “Uh, nothing,” I mumbled and then went to the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it, a warning about a bowel movement occurring in the area. All hands stand fast.

I heard her yell after me, “You’re thinking about me touching myself, aren’t you.” I unbuckled my pants and readjusted myself. Readjusted my ass, my cock was rock hard, and the head was bouncing against my belly button. I stood there as she wiggled the doorknob and was taunting me, “Oh, I’m naked and touching myself, can you see it, my legs are spread wide, and I’ve got two fingers, knuckles deep.”

“Go…the fuck…away!” I barked through the door. I heard her giggling as she walked down the hallway to her room. I heard her door shut. My cock was too hard to try and latch my jeans. I peeked out the door and didn’t see her, holding my open jeans up, I tip-toed on the carpet to my room. I quietly opened my bedroom door, and stepped in, turning the knob on the door to be silent, I closed the door.

Turning around, I dropped my pants to the floor, exposing my hardon to my sister who was laying on my bed, her legs spread wide, and two fingers knuckles deep. My eyes widened as I watched her work her fingers in and out of her. My cock twitched when she put her fingers in her mouth and sucked on them. She was beautiful. Hairless pussy lips, grasping and sucking at her fingers. Her other hand rubbed her clit. She looked at me and said, “I want to watch you make yourself cum.”

I watched, still in disbelief, as she finger fucked herself. Her mouth opened, her cries of pleasure, the squishing sound of her pounding fingers in her soaking gash. I pulled my shirt over my head and crawled between her legs, still not sure what was happening. “No touching, she said,” I nodded and took hold of my diamond cutter.

Sitting back, my legs askew, I started pounding my pud, staring into her open pussy. She was holding her lips apart, giving me a wonderful view. “I don’t remember your dick being that big.”

Not taking my eyes off her yearning body, I replied, “When was the last time you saw it hard?” I took a finger and wiped some precum off the head of my dick and wiped it on her calf.” I could feel her shiver.

“No touching I said.” Her eyes ahold of mine. It got quiet after that as we watched each other bringing ourselves closer to release. Tina had already cum a couple of times, and I was infatuated, watching her cum. Her expression and the sheer pleasure on her face, I will never forget. I was on my knees now, pumping fast as I looked down on my beautiful blond-haired sister.

Her legs up and spread, she worked those fingers in and out. As she was about to make herself cum, I saw her other hand slide out from under her ass, and without any hesitation, she slid two fingers into her ass hole. She had wet them with her spit and when mixed with her already present juices, they slipped in with ease and comfort. Throwing her head back and crying out her orgasm, I started shooting my cum across her bare belly and jiggling her tits. This brought more cries from my little sister.

I cried out, “Holy fuck Tina, you’re so hot.” As I continued to coat her body in my seed. She looked down at it with a smile and started rubbing it into her skin. Her stomach, her hips, those sweet tits, she rubbed it in till it was all gone and then she licked her fingers right in front of my face, making mewing sounds as she licked my flavor.

I fell back onto the bed, empty. “What the fuck did we just do?” I asked, dazed.

“The same thing we’ve been doing for the last ten or twelve years. The only difference is geography.”

“Yeah, but we did it together. Don’t you think that’s a little odd?” I pondered.

Looking at me with her baby blues, she said, “Most brothers and sisters don’t even like each other. They fight and rat on each other. It’s awful. We are nothing like that. We don’t fight about anything important. We have spent our lives together, before and after birth. We are naked all the time. This was just jacking with an audience. Besides, it’s my job to take care of the apartment and you Big Brother are part of the apartment. So, if getting off with you is fun, and it is, we shouldn’t worry about it. We probably should keep that to ourselves though.”

My eyes widened and I replied, “Ya think?”