What Am I Gonna Do With You? Ch. 03

Jennifer looked amazing in her brothers baseball jersey. She was wearing a pair of his boxers but you couldn't tell from the way the jersey hung on her petite frame. Her pale legs were the only thing visible, forcing you to think about what she had on underneath.

Tim knew what she was wearing under the jersey. He watched her put it on. She turned her back to him when she did it and covered her breasts with one arm. She only moved her arm to catch Tim peeking through the door in the bathroom mirror. She didn't shout, she just smiled and closed the door.

Jennifer didn't say anything on the walk down the hallway, on the elevator ride to the basement, or down the creepy flight of stairs to the laundry area, but the smile never left her face. She made sure to keep Tim in the corner of her eye when she started sorting her clothes and feeding them into empty machines. By the time three of the machines were half-full, Jennifer was staring at Tim.

"What," Tim finally asked.

"Nothing," Jennifer smiled before taking a shopping bag out of one of her laundry bags. Tim was scrolling through his phone, flicking through videos of people falling down and commercials for get-rich-quick schemes. He wasn't paying attention when the shopping bag Jennifer dug out of her laundry hit him in the chest.

"What's this?"

"Find a machine for that stuff willya," Jennifer said before separating her blue jeans from her leggings on a table. Since that was practically all she wore, it took up a large enough portion of the table to keep her busy. She was looking down at the table when Tim opened the bag and looked inside.

The entire bag was filled with underwear and socks. They weren't just on top of the pile, they were the entire contents of the bag. Tim could tell by the smell. What hit him when he opened that bag burned his nose and watered his eyes. He could smell her dark, sweaty places. The spaces between her toes, the folds between her legs.

"That was in a corner next to my bed for a week."

"Really?"

Tim wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and it came away wet. He was drooling. When he shot a look at Jennifer to see if she was looking, he could see that she was. She smiled back at him and the freckles in her cheeks disappeared behind her blush.. He was caught.

"Bring them over here."

Tim closed the laundry bag, squeezing it so that it breathed a ripe, cheesy gust of laundry air in his face before he closed it. He brought it over to the washing machine Jennifer was leaning against and set it next to her bare feet where it came to lean against her naked calf.

"Open it up."

Tim tore the top of the bag open again and took a deep breath of the sweetly sour stink inside. There was a pink and red pair of underwear on top of the pile, with little red strawberries all over. There was a dark stain in the center. It looked like the fabric was stiff and rigid where the stain was, and it took the shape of two lips pressed closely together.

"Put them in the machine."

It was a front-loading washing machine. The kind you see stacked in laundromats. The far wall of the laundry room had eight sitting in a row. There was just enough space between each machine to place a laundry basket. Jennifer sat on top of one of them and flipped the door open with her foot.

"That was, actually pretty cool."

Tim was genuinely impressed for a moment. Then the pale flash of her inner thigh brought his attention back to her. He could see the freckles she usually covered with a tan or her boyish clothing. He could see the paint shining on her toenails. All of the colors, not just the ones he could recognize in the dark.

"You like that," Jennifer cooed. Her deep, brunette hair spilled over her face as she stretched her foot out at Tim. She brushed a pinkie under his nose and watched him wobble. She could feel him sneak a sniff, but he kept it quiet.

"You know what this reminds me of?"

"Shut up and suck it."

"Wha--"

When Tim opened his mouth to ask his sister what she said, she shoved her foot in it. He could feel the hard shell of toenail polish against the roof of his mouth and the soft skin of her toes against his tongue.

"Lick my feet."

Tim closed his eyes because he couldn't stand the triumphant smirk on Jennifer's face when he rolled his tongue over the top of her foot. When he began probing the crevice between each toe, he felt her stiffen, then melt. That was when he opened his eyes to look at her.

Jennifer was rolling her hips and grinding against the corner of the washing machine while still trying to hold on to that stupid smirk. Her breaths were coming in sharp little gasps and leaving her in soft little moans. Tim rolled his tongue under her foot, just behind her pretty little toes and Jennifer convulsed, grunting like she'd been punched. She let that breath out in a long, slow hiss.

"You like that," Tim mocked.

"Shut uuuuup," Jennifer groaned.

Looking down, Tim could see the boxers he loaned her. They were too big and didn't fit snug like her own shorts. They bagged and bunched and slid up and down her hips. Tim could see the dark brown hair of her pussy standing out against the pale white of her skin. There were trails and patches of freckles in and around the thatch of her bush.

Tim was halfway through taking a step forward when Jennifer stopped him with her foot. The sudden pressure on his jaw made him grip her foot with his teeth. She winced and licked her lips.

"S... slow down cowboy."

"Mmmm!"

"You'll get it, I promise."

Tim's fingers were close enough to Jennifer's pussy that he could feel her heat on his fingertips. He curled then forward gently and traced a wet line down the center of her cunt. She moaned aloud and stopped pushing with her foot.

"Huuunh," Jennifer moaned. Her eyelids fluttered when her brother pressed her against the corner of the washing machine and her toes curled in his mouth. Tim almost had a finger in. He was probing Jennifer's lips and brushing his rough fingers against her glistening clit looking for the hole.

"Wait Tim. Ahhh!"

Tim pushed through the wetness into Jennifer's heat when he slid his middle finger inside of her, up to the knuckle. He started rolling his finger in a "come here" motion and she finally screamed, stopping it in her own throat when she clapped both hands over her mouth. She tried to pull her foot back, but Tim was holding it with his other hand. He leaned in, trapping her leg against his chest. He could feel her insides fluttering against his finger.

Tim's boxing shorts were pushed so far to the side that they looked like a skirt on Jennifer's smaller frame. She was making sounds with each curl of Tim's finger. Her desperate attempts not to scream came out as choked whimpering. Her toes were fluttering in Tim's mouth to the same rhythm as her insides. Her hips shaking made the washing machine squeak.

"Guh! Ooooh!"

Tim didn't let up. He flicked his finger as fast as it would go, sloshing back and forth until Jennifer gripped him by the wrist and pulled him out of her. When she could catch her breath, she took her other hand away from her mouth and pinned him with an angry glare.

"Give me a minute," she said, straightening the boxers so that they covered her again. "We didn't even turn the machines on."

Tim brought a fistful of change that he proceeded to dump into the washing machines. Jennifer had filled three with her clothes and a fourth was waiting for her socks and underwear. Tim shoved the entire bag into the washing machine, turned it upside down, and pulled out the empty bag. He tossed it onto the pile of empty laundry bags he and Jennifer brought into the laundry room. Jennifer poured pre-measured packets of laundry detergent into each washing machine and turned them on. The hum was fairly loud in the small, quiet basement laundry room.

"Kinda loud in here."

"Uh huh," Jennifer said. She was standing inches away from Tim, playing with the front of his t-shirt. She shifted impatiently from foot to foot, painted toes flashing with irritation. She lowered herself to her knees, kneeling on the rumpled laundry bag she took her jeans and t-shirts out of. When she began sliding Tim's shorts down his thigs, he turned to look at the doorway and spoke directly to his sister.

"It's hard to hear if anyone comes down the stairs."

Jennifer held Tim's cock in both hands, turning her head side to side as if admiring it.

"So pay attention to the doorway."

Tim turned to look at the door and Jennifer put his cock in her mouth. It was hard to stay focused on the door when the heat from her mouth wrapped around him. This time, he could watch her do it. The freckles across her forehead. winking in and out of sight as her forehead furrowed and creased. The tops of her ears turning red as loud breathing turned to moans.

"You're being too loud," Tim said.

"Mmmmm Nnnnn," Jennifer moaned back, a little louder this time.

The sound of the washing machines bounced off of every wall. The sensation of blood pounding in Tim's ears made it impossible to know if there was anyone on the stairs or even in the room with them.

When he looked towards the door, there was no one standing there. No one in the room. No one coming down the stairs to the laundry room. Jennifer wrapped her tongue around the head of his cock and flicked it playfully at the tip.

"Ungh," Tim groaned.

Jennifer was cupping his cock with her tongue, then rolling the tip of her tongue through the groove on the underside of his cock and the thick, throbbing vein behind it. She had one hand on his hip, guiding him slowly from her lips, to the back of her throat, then back again. She slowly moved Tim's hips back and forth, sucking his cock as he rocked back and forth.

Still no one in the room, no one on the steps. Tim placed his hand on the nearest washing machine and braced his weight on it while his big sister sucked his cock. He placed his other hand on top of her head and gripped gently. She moaned softly against him.

When Tim tried to straighten himself against one washing machine, he pushed Jennifer into the other. The corner of the washing machine dug between her legs as she struggled to keep her balance. The steady thump of the machine drove its corner deeper between the folds of Jennifer's pussy. She tried to angle her hips away but only pulled her pussy open with the effort.

"Ahahnnnnn!"

Another thump slammed the metal corner of the machine against her bare clit. The sensation rushed up her body to meet the heat Tim's cock was sending down her throat. Her eyes watered and she almost chocked, but she was able to keep from either screaming or gagging and just used the extra saliva to coat Tim's dick.

"Fuck," he whispered hoarsely.

Jennifer stopped moving her head and ran her tongue over the head of Tim's cock in every direction she could manage. The washing machine was spinning faster and it was harder to keep her voice in while she sucked his dick. Both of them grunted and strained through every breath not to cry out

"Oh shit," Tim moaned. "Jenny."

The boxers she was wearing were his, and they didn't cover anything, and she could feel them clinging, wet and useless, to her thigh while cold metal slapped her open pussy. Every time his cock hit the back of her throat, the washing machine would slam into her. Her eyes watered and snot trickled from one nostril as Tim fucked Jennifer's throat. She could feel her pussy clenching, trying to grip the corner of the washing machine.

"Uhnh," Jennifer whimpered around her brother's throbbing cock.

Jennifer closed her eyes and felt her body go limp. She wasn't in control anymore. Her hips started shaking and she her moans got louder as Tim's cock thickened in her mouth and started choking her. She smeared her juices on the corner of the washing machine as her hips started to buck with every bump from the washing machine.

"Haaannnmph," Jennifer barked as the washing machine's drum came around and pressed the weight of her clothes against her clit, spayed and flattened against the wet metal. She spit out her brothers cock and pressed her lips against the tip as she tried to regain her balance, regain control.

"Fuck! Jenny!"

Tim hissed at her under his breath and gripped the back of her skull with one hand before pulling her forward. Jennifer held her breath and let him slide into the back of her throat. Her knees wobbled and her feet burned as cum started pouring down her throat.

Jenny couldn't feel anything but the heat trickling down her throat and the heat spreading and building between her legs like a slow explosion. The sensation of the washing machine pounding her pussy and Tim's cock in her throat at the same time made her head swim. She could feel herself falling asleep.

"Uuugh," Tim grunted and squirmed, trying to stay still and stay quiet while his dick jumped and twitched in Jennifer's mouth.

"Hello?"

Tim immediately went still and Jennifer took a deep breath through her nose and opened her eyes. They started at each other when the voice spoke again.

"Hello? Is anyone down there?"

Tim slowly removed his cock from Jennifer's mouth and pulled his sweatpants up over it. Jennifer moaned as it slid out and let the trail of cum it left on her chin drip onto the floor. She pressed herself harder against the spinning machine.

"Yes. Hello," Tim said.

Jennifer looked at him furiously, struggling to keep him centered in her blurred vision. She could barely keep her eyes open. The machine had entered the spin cycle. She scraped the concrete floor with her toenails trying to keep the washing machine from pushing her face-first onto the floor.

"Can you help me?"

It took both of them a moment to recognize the voice. The sweetness and apologetic tone was completely out of place with the last time they'd heard it. Tim said the name out loud at first before Jennifer could think of it. Her ears burned, it was so hard to think. Everything behind her belly button felt like warm water that needed to get out.

"Mrs. Dawkins?"

"Why yes dear. Can you help me with this?"

Tim looked down at his sister, quivering and scratching at the floor like she was trying to hold onto it, and answered back.

"Tim! Timeeeee," Jennifer whispered frantically.

"Be right there Missus D!"

Tim turned his back on Jennifer just as the orgasm hit. All of the air hissed out of her through gritted teeth and her hips snapped against the smooth metal of the washing machine. She was still laying on the floor when the sound of something thumping down the stairs brought her as quickly as she could manage to her unsteady feet.

Tim walked through the door carrying a large plastic laundry basket. Jennifer was impressed that the old woman got it to the top of the stairs. Her annoyance at being interrupted was cut almost in half. The battle axe had some muscles under those wrinkles. Tim was able to carry the basket chest-high but even his arms bulged under the weight.

"Fix your shorts," he snarled as he walked past.

Jennifer reached down and felt the boxers Tim gave her hanging from her knees. A wet smear stuck one side to her thigh. Mrs. Dawkins walked into the laundry room just as Tim's boxers slid down Jennifer's legs onto the floor.

"Morning Missus Dawkins," Jennifer said. Even Tim paused. He hadn't heard that voice coming from his sister's mouth in four, five years?

"It's four in the afternoon young lady."

"Is it," Jennifer asked with her head leaning to one side. Only Tim noticed the sudden hardness, the warning in Jennifer's tone.

"Sorry. Classes."

In a heartbeat, Jennifer was back to the voice she used when she wanted their parents to give her something. The old woman sniffed, then turned away satisfied with the apology. Tim wondered if maybe she hadn't finally gotten the hint. Missus D wasn't one to end an argument that quickly. She would've been a Karen if she were thirty years younger.

Tim dropped the clothes in a machine and Mrs. Dawkins scolded him for not helping her sort them. She reached in the machine to pull out double handfuls of her clothes while Jennifer quickly bundled up her empty laundry bags and moved for the door.

"Have a nice day Mrs. Dawkins."

The old woman didn't so much as turn in their direction as they scurried up the stairs, giggling.

"Sister my eye," she said to the empty laundry room.