“Oh no!” my brother screamed and then he let out a low groan. I felt his shaft suddenly bounce a little in my hand, I squeezed it a little tighter. Then, even more surprisingly, liquid erupted from my brother’s shaft! Big, thick streaks of white liquid poured out of his body, splashing against my face, covering my eyes and my nose, even running against my lips. It was hot and gooey and smelled divinely. Just as the first thick glops splattered on my eyes I felt that same ecstasy I’d felt the night before. My body became weak and if felt like the entire world had turned to a warm, fuzzy embrace. I moaned, opening my mouth. The hot, salty liquid that poured out of my brother’s body landed on my tongue.
In a few moments, the last few drops came out of his body and landed on my bare breasts. Slowly, I came down from my ecstasy. My brother did as well; I felt his shaft softening in my hand. I released it. For a moment I thought he’d urinated on me, but I knew it was too thick and the wrong color. And I liked the way it felt on my skin, I liked the way it tasted. I didn’t think I would like it if it were waste. I had no idea what had happened. My vision was obscured and my mind was only now clearing.
“Oh my God Anna, what have you done?” Joseph asked.
“What have I done?” I asked, wiping open of my eyes clean, “What is this?” I asked, looking at the pearly liquid in my hand.
“I don’t really know,” he said, “It happens sometimes at night. Or when I touch myself. I don’t think you were supposed to make that happen.” He sounded nervous and I felt guilty. But also indignant, I hadn’t been trying to make him feel bad.
“Didn’t it feel nice?” I asked.
“Yes, but…” he said. But then we heard something that made our blood run cold.
“You kids…what are you doing out there?” We heard my father call from the back porch. I knew that we were in the midst of a great and probably mortal sin. My brother looked like he was about to panic.
“Almost finish Father,” I called out, my voice sound guilty and uncertain, “we will be done in a moment.” I said, trying to sound casual. We both knew that my Father would wait for us outside, and that if we did not come in a few seconds he would come to us. He would need to find out what mischief we were engaged in.
Joseph quickly began collecting his clothes and throwing them on. I was still squatting on the floor. My face was still covered in my brother’s ejaculate. I quickly wiped it off of my face and breasts as best I could. My hand was now covered in the sticky liquid. I looked around desperately for something to wipe it on. The floor was just dirt and straw and I didn’t see any rags. I couldn’t very well wipe it on my dress. I didn’t really have much of a choice. I started licking my hand voraciously, sucking on my fingers and pulling every last drop of my brother’s juices into my mouth. It was a little cooler now, but still warm. And thick. The flavor was intense and I felt the aroma in my nose even as I was swallowing it down. I still liked the taste, even in that moment of terror.
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