MY SISTER & THE EXCHANGE STUDENT PART 3 CHURCH

MY SISTER & THE EXCHANGE STUDENT PART 3 CHURCH

After dinner, as Rach helped mom clean up, I took the opportunity to pull up my shorts, close them as best I could, and excuse myself. I left the scrunchie on my dick, not knowing yet, where or when I was going to give it back. I went to my room shakily, still recovering from “dinner”, and fell back onto my bed exhausted. I must have fallen asleep, because, suddenly it was dark outside. I looked at the clock on my bedside table, it read 9:30.
I could hear music coming from Rach’s room which was unusual because she usually used headphones. Curious, I went to my computer, and pulled up Rach’s web-cam. I considered turning off the speakers, and then decided she might as well know I was watching, which she would pick up on for sure, when she heard her music coming from my room too. She was dancing. Not, out at a party dancing, but sexy, dancing like I imagined strippers danced. She was wearing the same stuff she had on at dinner and the motion of her hips and flat stomach had me mesmerized. I noticed she was looking right at me, as if I was sitting in her room, and realized she had been waiting for me to wake up. She might have even turned her music up, to rouse me. I assumed she had my webcam on, and decided she deserved to see how well she was dancing. I backed up my chair enough to be sure my dick would be in view, and opened my shorts. The cum from dinner had congealed, but not dried, and Rach’s scrunchie, was so sticky and slimy, that I wasn’t sure I could use it again. I took it off, setting it carefully down on my desk, and got ready. I looked up to see Rach had stopped dancing. She looked right at me, a puzzled/almost hurt look on her face. Then she bolted off camera. She was gone a minute, and then I heard her door open; I thought I had blown it; somehow, I had upset her. Was taking off the scrunchie seen, by her, as rejection? I was just about to start really panicking, when I heard a soft knock on my door. I flew to it, hopping I could explain before it was too late. Just as I got to my door, I heard her’s close. Baffled, I opened my door. Sitting in a neat pile, on the floor in the hall, were 3 white scrunchies, and a pair of dark blue lacey thong panties. Laughing in relief, I scooped them up, closed the door, and went back to my desk. She was there, on the cam, waiting; her hands on her hips, a stern look on her face. Without sitting down, naked, my dick standing proudly at attention, I put one, two, three scrunchies on my dick, like I was decorating it for her. I watched her as I did it. She got less stern, and more excited, as I decorated. By the time i got to the panties, she was wiggling around, and giggling like a five year old walking through the gates of Disney world. I was about to add the panties to my now wreathed cock, when I noticed they were wet. I brought them up to my face to get a better look. The crotch of the panties was soaked, as if they had been dipped in water. I think I could have wrung them out, and gotten a drink. I looked back at Rach through the cam. She was so intent upon what my reaction would be that for a moment, I was nervous I might screw it up. Then I looked down and saw her jean shorts were undone, the zipper down, a little bit of her light blond pussy hair showing. She was just wearing these panties, I realized. She was this wet now. When she had bolted off camera, she had stripped them off, and pulled her shorts back on, not bothering to do them up.
Looking her dead in the eye, I brought them up to my face, and smelled them, she trembled. I very slowly licked the wet spot, and watched as Rach put her hands to the sides of her shorts and, pushing them down over her hips and ass, let them fall to the floor. As I lowered the panties to my throbbing cock, she followed their progress, pulling off her bikini top. I stopped lowering her wet panties, holding them suspended an inch above my cock; she looked up at me, an excited pleading in her eyes. Finally, I was in control. I was winning. And then, as I looked at her; her beautiful face, her amazing body, I realized I didn’t need, or even want, to win. I wanted a tie, and here we were, both naked, both horny, we were even…almost. With a burst of inspiration I bolted from my room. Not bothering to put anything on, Rach’s scrunchies bouncing on my dick as I ran, I streaked to the bathroom, and grabbing my electric toothbrush, ran to Rach’s door, knocked and tore back to my room. Slamming the door behind me, I skidded to a stop exactly where I had been seconds before. I was just in time to see Rach, my beautiful sister coming back to stand in her place, my toothbrush in her hand, the devil in her smile. I smelled her panties again, and she turned on my toothbrush. I could just hear it’s hum through the cam. As I brought the panties down to my dick, she brought the head of the toothbrush to her pussy. I wrapped the wet crotch of her panties over the purple swollen head of my cock, as she touched my toothbrush to the top of her pussy, and quivered. I started slowly sliding her scrunchies up and down my shaft, wanting this moment to last forever. As much as we had shared today, this was the first truly intimate experience we were sharing. I felt a connection to my Rach, here, us doing this together.
With all of the cumming I had done today, I was sure I could make it last. I kept up the slow rhythm, the soft silk of the scrunchies sliding smoothly. Rach, I was pleased to see, was not having as easy a time. From the moment the toothbrush touched her pussy, she started quivering, her legs began shaking, and she grabbed onto my toothbrush with both hands, as if it would help her stay standing.