Ciara was in heat. She thrashed around so hard that I had to get out of the way and let her go. She pushed herself to the middle of the bed with her feet and it looked like she was possessed or something. I was expecting her to thrash her way up the wall and across the ceiling like you see in those horror movies. For several minutes she continued uttering, “OOOHHH’s and AAAHHH’s.” as she tried to get herself back in control. I sat on the bed and tried to hold her. I finally lay down beside her and held her against my body until she settled down.
All was quiet accept for her heavy breathing. Ciara rolled in a fetal position and I spooned up behind her and wrapped my arms around her to make feel safe. We both fell asleep just like that. I woke first. My brain was reminding me that I was still recording. I pulled myself away from Ciara and pushed myself to the floor. Her bed was trashed and it was soaking wet from her squirting. I quietly left her room and silently moved across my room to my desk. Dad was still snoring loudly. I lifted the cover and the screen brightened. There lay Ciara, still in the fetal position. I shut down the app and closed the lid.
I went back to Ciara’s room and turned on the shower in her bathroom. I was a gooey mess from sex with Mom and especially Ciara. I stepped in under the spray and marveled at how great it felt. I lathered myself from head to toe with Ciara’s body wash. It smelled frilly and feminine, but I didn’t care. I was about to step under the shower head to rinse when the door opened and Ciara stepped in. She closed the door and without a word she pressed her body against mine and wrapped her arms around my neck and laid her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around her back and pulled her in close. She cooed a little in my ear. I was slippery with soap but she wouldn’t let go of me.
I slowly moved us over under the hot water and I rinsed with Ciara still clinging to me. Neither of us said a word. After several minutes I whispered, “Ciara? Let me wash the sex off you. OK?”
Ciara slowly nodded her head into my shoulder and then stepped back and stood there while I lathered her entire body in rich soapy suds. I started with her hair and moved down. When I was running my hands over her ass cheeks and down the crack she shivered like she was cold. I moved to the front and spent a long time lathering up her breasts. My cock was beginning to respond involuntarily. I ran my soapy hand down her flat stomach into her immaculately trimmed black pubic hair and then ran my fingers down over her clit and into her pussy. I didn’t dwell on her clit because she pulsed her entire body when I touched it. I knelt down and continued down her thighs to her calves and feet.
When I stood up and maneuvered her under the shower to rinse off, my rigid cock brushed her hand. She exhibited the first hint of consciousness when she turned her hand and wrapped it around my cock. She didn’t do anything except hold it. I moved her around in the spray until she was devoid of soap. She never let go of my cock.