Colouring Mum's Hair Part Four

“What are you talking about?” I challenged. My heart was thumping even faster now. What had Janis seen? She’d called from downstairs so can’t have seen what was happening in the bedroom.

“A lot,” she responded, pursing her lips and arching an eyebrow. She had assumed what I knew was one of her Prefect poses when she was hectoring someone for a minor infringement; head cocked to one side, legs straight and together, hands behind her back. She was wearing a striped, sleeveless Fred Perry tennis top and white skirt, with white ankle socks and trainers. Her hair was plaited left and right.

“I thought you were supposed to be doing gymnastics today. How come you’re wearing a tennis outfit?” I asked, hoping to change the subject.

“I’ve never tasted my spunk,” she mimicked. “You taste so good, mum.”

She was repeating what I had said to mum. How had she heard? I had to bluff this out. “Has the sun got to you, sister dear? You’re talking in riddles.”

“So! Using our knickers to satisfy your disgusting urges wasn’t good enough?”

“Knickers?” I felt the blood drain from my face.

“Knickers,” she repeated. “Let’s see. You laid there on Monday with a pair of mum’s red knickers on your face whilst you played with your … thing until all that stuff spurted out of it and you groaned and jerked about. Yes, I saw that! I’d come into your room to borrow your slide rule. So enough of your denials!” she exclaimed. “And for someone who’s supposed to be so good at maths you really leave a lot to be desired. Do you really think if I place 3 pairs of school knickers in the basket to be washed I won’t notice when only 2 pairs are in the dryer? Didn’t take a maths genius to work out where they were.”

Janis looked at my bedside cabinet and moved towards it. I swung my legs out of bed and pushed my knee against the drawer.

“I think you’ll find,” she said with a smug look on her face, “they’re not there anymore.” And from behind her back she held up a pair of her blue knickers. The white spunk stains stood out, leaving me in no doubt they were what I had been using that week. Regardless, I opened the drawer a little and groped about. Feeling nothing I pulled the drawer right out.

“Told you! They’re here,” she chanted. I reached out and snatched them from her.
“Ooooh! You desperate to smell them and make another mess in them? PERV!” she mocked.

“Where’s the other pair?” I demanded.

“You mean mum’s? Somewhere you won’t get them,” she gloated, her hands on her hips.

“I’ll …, “

“You’ll what?” she laughed. “Tell mum? What if I was to tell?”

“Tell her, then. See what she says.” It was my turn for a smug smile.

“I don’t mean tell mum, you cretin. Or should I say ‘Lena’,” she spat out. “I wonder what Sonia Dodds would say if she found out what you were doing with our mother’s knickers. And if I told Saskia I’m sure it wouldn’t be long before she told her mum. Girls talk. Love to see your face when word spreads around the school. Oh, and despite what you and our slut mother have been doing, do you think she’d like to hear what you’ve been doing with my pants?”

“You wouldn’t!” I spluttered. I’d be an outcast. I could imagine the names I’d be called: ‘Wanker O’Neill’, ‘Mummy’s boy’, ‘Gusset guzzler’. And what would mum say? Janis had me on the edge of panic. From being the best day of my life the freckle-faced little ginger twat was turning it into a nightmare. In despair I put my head in my hands. And realised I was still holding Janis’s knickers.

“Can’t resist them can you, PERV?” she laughed.

“Don’t call me that,” I snarled. “So, what are you going to do, then?”

“That all depends on you, James,” she said, smiling and crossing her arms over her chest.

“What do you mean? What do you want?” I asked huffily.

“I want to see what you’ve been doing with my panties.”

“What!?” I said incredulously. “You know what I’ve been doing with them. You’ve already told me: satisfying my disgusting urges.”

“I know. And now I want to see your thing spit on my panties.”

“No chance,” I replied adamantly.

“Right,” she said turning on her heels and walking to my door. “I’ll just have a word with the slut. And I’m seeing Saskia tomorrow. School should be interesting on Monday!”

“Wait,” I pleaded. “Janis. Think about it. OK. Mum might fall out with me. Or she might not give a damn. And if word gets out at school that’ll put an end to your Prefect career.”

“Wrong,” she said, looking over her shoulder with her hand on the door handle. “I’m the best swimmer and gymnast the school has. I brought trophies to the school last year and I’ll do the same again. If they stop me being a Prefect I stop competing for the school. I’ll just join the local clubs. Suzanne Winters won’t want to lose me from the teams.”

“I can’t just perform because you want me to,” I said resignedly. “I’m not a circus a****l.”

“You performed well for the slut.”

“Don’t call her that,” I protested. “She’s our mother. She was feeling down about dad and one thing led to another.”

“Oh, I could see that!” she sneered, raising her eyebrows and curling her top lip.

“How?” I asked. “What did you see?”

Janis turned from the door, turned my desk chair towards me and sat on it, one leg crossed over the other. “I saw rather a lot, actually. Saskia and I were playing tennis and she twisted her ankle. She couldn’t play any more and her mum wanted to get it strapped up. So Suzanne dropped me off here about half eleven. When I came in the cats followed me. It was obvious the poor things hadn’t been fed. So I fed them. You were supposed to have done that so I came upstairs to have words. That’s when I heard noises coming from the sl… mother’s room. You two were so busy you didn’t even hear or see me when I came upstairs. Mother really should close her bedroom door.”

“So that’s why the cats weren’t hungry,” I exclaimed.

“Yes. Well, you were obviously too busy feeding a different pussy,” she sneered. “Yes, I’m aware of slang terms for the vagina; pussy, twat, fanny, gash, cunt. What’s your favourite word for it?”

“Eh?” I responded. “I don’t have one.”

“Really? Most boys do. Girls, too.”

“So what’s yours, then,” I asked.

“I use ‘vagina’ when talking about them in general. I refer to mine as my purse.”

“Your purse!” I laughed. “Why your purse?”

“I got a little velvet coin purse for my *************. The shape and soft feel of it felt similar to my vaginal lips.”

“Your lips feel like velvet? You touch yourself?”

“I’ve played with my purse for years. It helps me relax. I like it,” she said, lifting her left leg, putting her ankle on her other knee.

“At your age? I hadn’t even noticed my cock when I was your age, apart from something to pee through.”

“You’re a boy,” she said with a superior look. “Girls mature faster. Most of the girls I know masturbate. What was it like masturbating mum’s vagina?”

“Ummm … it was good.”

“Good, James?” she scoffed. “Is that all you have to say? It looked more than ‘good’. When I saw you knelt between her legs, licking her twat you both sounded better than good. She was so noisy! It’s a good thing we don’t have neighbours within half a mile. And your big hard thing was dribbling ever such a lot. I could see it twanging and your balls swinging as you were having your good time. So what did mum’s feel like? What was the smell like? How did it taste?”

“I can’t compare it to anything else,” I began. Then went on to describe the springy feel of the yielding flesh of her outer labia. How they felt soft and furry.

“I don’t have any hair down there yet,” Janis interrupted. “Some of the girls in my year do. Just bits above their vaginas. Not on their lips. Saskia has. I’ve seen it when we shower. Sorry,” she said, putting the end of one of her plaits in her mouth and sucking it. “Tell me more.”

I told her how I loved watching mum’s pussy swell, move and part as I stroked them. How pink, sticky and hot her inner pussy was. The way it felt soft but could also grip my fingers. The new taste of her pussy and how it differed; the sweetness of her clear juices and the muskiness and slightly tangy taste of the creamier discharge, the salty slightly fishy odour as I fingered her.

“There,” cooed Janis. “Thinking about that was obviously better than good.” I followed her eyes as travelled down my body to my shorts. My cock had formed a tent. I hadn’t even noticed it get hard as I talked about mum’s pussy. “Let me see it.”

“I shouldn’t. You’re my little sister.”

“James, James, James,” she sighed. “You’ve just described performing cunnilingus on our mother and you’re holding my panties, which are covered in your semen stains. Your big thing is already leaking. I can see the damp patch on your shorts. Sister or not I won’t be leaving here until I see you play with yourself again.”

“Mum might hear or come into my room. She might want to talk to you,” I suggested, desperately trying to find a way to avoid this.

“No she won’t. She’s gone for a walk so won’t be back for at least an hour.”

I had run out of options. “If I do show you,” I relented “you’ve not to tell anyone.”

“Why on earth would I tell anyone? That’s like a robber going into a police station and admitting they’ve robbed someone, silly,” she lisped in her best Violet Elizabeth Bott voice. “And I really can’t go telling anyone anything you’ve been doing, if you do this, can I?” With that she placed her left foot flat on the chair and rested both her hands and chin on her knee. She smiled and was still looking at the bulge of my cock.

Her tennis skirt had fallen away from her leg and I looked at the exposed thigh of her raised leg down to the point it met the seam of her white tennis knickers. Seeing Janis’s gusset filled my mind with pictures of me wanking and imagining fingering her. My cock twitched.

“OH!” exclaimed Janis and giggled coquettishly. She returned to chewing on her hair.

I looked away in embarrassment. I knew she knew it was the sight of her thighs and panties, rather than sex with mum, that had aroused me. Looking down I started shuffling my shorts down.

“Not like that, James. Stand up and do it. I want to see properly.”

Like mother, like daughter, I thought. Janis sounded exactly like mum’s commanding bedroom alter ego. Breathing deeply I stood and pulled my shorts over my cock. It sprang out, slapped against my belly and pointed at the ceiling. My shorts fell around my ankles.

“WOW!” Janis exclaimed. “You really are my big brother, aren’t you?” Janis had leaned forward in the chair, both feet now flat on the ground. Her eyes were big and round, staring at my erection with obvious delight. She was still holding her braid, though her mouth was now wide open. “Now I’ve seen it closer. That’s the biggest I’ve seen yet!”

“What do you mean?” I said angrily. “What other cocks have you seen?” Suddenly I was becoming all protective of my little sister!

She pursed her lips and gave me one of her ‘poor you’ looks. “Oh, James, you really can be so naive. Boys at school are always flashing. They think if they show girls their things we’ll go out with them. Doesn’t work, of course. Saskia made David on the gymnastics team show us his once after practice, even though he doesn’t even like girls. She made him get hard. Saskia’s dirty. She fancies you,” she added whimsically. “I thought his was big until I saw yours. You’ve even got hairs on your balls! And those veins! And it’s all jerking by itself! And there’s clear stuff coming out of it! WOW! Turn sideways,” she said, twirling her finger in an anti-clockwise motion.

I did so, pleased with the compliment she had paid me. Then realised David was her age. What size of cock would he have when he was my age! And Saskia again. My cock twitched again and leaked.

Janis pulled the chair to within a foot of me and continued scrutinising my cock. “Look at it all moving and trembling by itself. And your balls all dangling down. They were like that when mum sucked on it and then masturbated you. Do they hurt when they’re dangling and swinging?”

“No,” I responded to the top of her head. “Can’t say I’ve noticed. I can feel pressure in them when I want to come, but they don’t really hurt.”

“Start playing with yourself, big brother. I want to see your balls swing.”

I took hold of my shaft and began slowly stroking it, pulling from the top to the bottom of my shaft. Janis sat back in her chair and looked up at me. “Faster, big brother,” she encouraged. “Like mum did. She was going so hard and fast. Your balls were really swinging. And you were moaning so much. And how did Lana manage to fit your big shaft all the way in her little mouth? It looked like she was trying to swallow it whole and I could hear her choking and gagging on it. I thought she was going to be sick when she took your thing out of her throat. So much saliva! I didn’t know a person could produce that much. Your thing was just drenched in it. And then she did it again and again. Now, she really is a dirty bitch. I could see her face. All her makeup smudged, like a tramp. She was loving it. I could see that. Especially when you started touching her vag. It’s a good job her hair had been cut. It would have been flying all over the place otherwise. That’s better!” she gushed. “Now you’re doing it like she did!”

I hadn’t realised I had speeded up and now became aware of it. My hand was a blur, I was breathing hard and my knees were trembling. A string of pre-cum had run down over my knuckles and was bouncing around.

“Aren’t you forgetting something, big brother?” asked Janis.

“Eh?” I muttered, still feeling dreamy.

“Don’t say ‘eh’, James. So common. And the thing you are forgetting is my panties. I still want to see you smell and come in them whilst you masturbate. Lie down and prop yourself up against your pillows,” she ordered.

I used my free hand to arrange my pillows against the headboard and picked up my sister’s stained panties. I laid on the bed and, raising the gusset to my face, began stroking again. Janis pulled the chair near to the side of the bed and leant with her elbows on her knees and her chin cupped in her hands, watching me with a fascinated stare. I was desperately trying to think of something to stop myself from coming and to ensure I didn’t come at all. I’d told mum I’d save my spunk for her and I wanted to. I wanted to fuck her hard and come inside her pussy again. Or come in her mouth. Both, actually.

“Oooh,” she marvelled. “Your balls are changing shape. They’re going all tighter. They did that when Lana was sucking you off. Does that mean you’re going to squirt your stuff soon?” she cooed.

“I don’t think I’m going to be able to come again today, Janis,” I croaked. “I already did last night and this morning before you came back,” I lied.

“Awww,” she mocked. “Keep trying or Saskia gets to see what you did in mum’s panties.”

“I’m trying,” I pleaded, taking the panties away from my face.

“Keep trying,” she ordered and added in a more conciliatory voice, “Maybe this will help.”

She stood up and undid the button and side zip of her tennis skirt, letting it fall to the ground. She stepped out of it, picked it up, neatly folded it and, wiping away imaginary dust, placed it on my desk. I had followed the slight sway of her little hips as she walked away from me. One side of her knickers had ridden up between her cheeks, exposing one of them. I could feel the spunk beginning to stir in my balls. I imagined mum’s arse would have looked the same at that age. Despite the difference in hair colour Janis and mum shared the same eye colours and shapes, full lips and slim build. Only time would tell if Janis developed similar sized breasts (she didn’t. B-cup only). I needed to think of something to control myself. Dad and mum. It had worked at least twice so should do again.

Janis turned and walked slowly back to the chair, her eyes focused on mine. My gaze was on the front of her white panties, watching as they moved between her legs with each step. Janis swept her finger under the side that had disappeared up her crack and corrected it, then pulled the panties up snug. I felt the rhythm of my strokes increase as the shape of her pussy appeared beneath the material.

She sat on the chair and raised both feet flat on the seat, sliding forward so her body was lifted slightly. I groaned and felt the dangerous electrical pulse surge from my brain to my toes as she traced her finger over the thin gusset of her knickers. I could see a damp patch, which Janis now massaged with her finger.

“Do you like watching me do this, big brother?” she purred. Do you like watching your ************* sister rub herself off in your bedroom whilst you’re playing with you big, hard thing?”

“Yes,” I gasped.

“You should be sniffing my panties,” she said, rubbing herself harder, now using the length of her middle finger to rub along the central groove of her cunt, her index and ring fingers on either side of her puffy lips. “I want you to sniff my panties.” I noticed a slight tremor in her voice and her eyes fluttered. I picked up the panties and held them to my nose.

“Do they still smell of my ************* purse?” she asked, her voice now shaky. “Or has all your spunk left only your smell? That’s what I thought when I smelled them. They just smell of your salty semen.”

“I can’t smell your pussy as much,” I groaned, watching as Janis tapped where I guess her clit was and jerked, her eyes rolling in her head.

She gasped and looked me in the eye. "If you thought my panties from the basket were worth sniffing you'll love the ones I've got on now. They're absolutely soaked through from watching mum and you. And they’re getting wetter. Want to see?"

I nodded. “Yes, Janis. I want to see. Please,” I groaned.
With her right hand my sister lifted the left side of her gusset, exposing her virgin sex. A coating of sticky clear pussy juice stretched to the material. To say her panties and cunt were soaked was not an understatement.

“Jesus Christ!” I gasped. “How do you get so wet. Even mum wasn’t that wet? You’ve flooded your knickers.”

Janis laughed. “Just my natural flow, I suppose. Seeing you masturbating has got me dripping. Watch what happens when you come. Would you like to taste these panties, James?”

“I’d love to taste those panties, Janis,” I spluttered.

She reached under her little bottom and slid the material down her legs, off one foot and then the other. Her bare sex glistened. Little bubbles of her juices popped from her slit and a filament dripped down from inside her bald, plump labia. At that moment I wanted to jump up and lick her snatch. It looked just as I remembered from our younger days sharing a bath except now it was a source of extreme pleasure. I was beginning to doubt I would be able to control my urge to come.

Janis exposed the gusset and held it up to her face. She closed her eyes and sniffed deeply. “Mmmm, they smell so good, James. I do love the smell of my purse. Will you come for me, big brother? Keep stroking.”

“I’ll try,” I moaned, stroking furiously.

“I need you to try really, really hard, James,” she lisped. “I want to see your come mixing with mine here.” She held the drenched gusset towards me. I craned my neck looking at the clear and milky juices.

Janis stuck her tongue out, red and quivering and raised the panties once more. She licked the length of the gusset. Her tongue was now coated in her juices. Looking at me she closed her mouth and noisily slurped it around. She swallowed and licked her lips. “Delicious, James. Absolutely delicious. Will you taste my purse juices and come for me?”

“I will! I will!” I gasped. “Please.”

She smiled and positioned the gusset below her pussy. The dripping strand of her juices clung to the material. Janis touched the gusset to her little snatch and dabbed. “Nice and fresh for you, big brother.”

She leaned forward and swung the soaked garment to me. I dropped her blue drawers and reached for the fresh ones. I immediately pressed them to my face. The scent was not as strong as when I had taken the blue ones from the laundry hamper. Just as musky and with a background essence of sweat but more subtle. I closed my eyes and breathed in the essence, tasting the essence at the back of my throat. Then I licked the thick globules and rubbed them against the roof of my mouth. Sweetly creamy with a slight tang. Like mum’s but again, slightly stronger.

“Do you like the taste of your little sister’s virgin juices?” Janis lisped. I opened my eyes. She was on her hunkers on the chair, now with her left hand stroking her pussy. The lips had parted revealing the shiny pink interior. Her fingers were slick with her juices and moved rapidly, flicking sideways between her clit and her vagina. The contrast between hers and mum’s pussy were striking. Incredibly, Janis’s clit was larger than mum’s, looking huge as it stood erect a third of an inch from between her little hood. Her inner lips were barely discernible; delicate puce rose petals resting against the outer labia. And her virgin vagina looked more like mum’s bum hole, a puckered pink opening about the same size. In the position she was in I could not make out Janis’s actual arse hole.

“I love your taste.” My voice was muffled by the gusset.
“Suck those juices harder, James,” she whimpered. I looked at her face, which was now screwed up, as if in pain. Her normally pale complexion was now scarlet from her forehead to her neck, highlighting the myriad of orange freckles that covered those areas and her arms. Her fingers were a blur as they flicked over her opening. Strings of discharge were dancing madly as she stroked, sticking to her fingers or snapping and hitting her legs, the chair or disappearing in an arc between the chair and bed.

I sucked hard on the material, my tongue rasping against the cotton gusset.

“Now put my panties over your big cock,” Janis squeaked. “Put your purple head on the wet gusset and imagine it’s my little purse.” I did and felt the cool slippery wetness meet my hot flesh. I stroked the material over my length. The resistance of the material had me imagine my cock was pushing against my sister’s virgin hole.

“Harder! Harder!” cried Janis. “I want to see you make a mess in my panties.” Her tiny frame was jostling about on the chair, the knuckles of her left hand white, gripping her knee whilst her right continued to thrash her gleaming slit. She rocked back and forth as she played with herself. Her fingers were now coated in a frothy white cream. A small pool of her juices was visible on my chair. Her eyes locked on my cock, she whined and snorted. “Come now. Come for me, big brother! I’m coming! I’m coming!” she shrieked and her eyes rolled up in her head.

As I watched my sister orgasm on my chair, her thin white legs spread wide and shaking, her palm locked flat over her sex, I felt the beginning of my own orgasm begin at the base of my member. Janis, her face looking like she had just completed a marathon in record time, was juddering and moaning. I looked down at her groin. Viscous pussy juice was dripping from between her fingers. She hadn’t lied about how wet she could get. I wished my mouth was her hand. With a loud grunt my cock erupted in the panties. Spurt after spurt hit the material and ran down over my length. The little panties were soaked through and I could see globules escaping from the sides of them and running down to my balls and pubes.

“I want all of it,” panted Janis. “Don’t let any escape,” she demanded.

She stepped down from the chair, her legs shaking and quivering, her stomach muscles taut and her little chest rising and falling. Gripping the back of the chair for support with a trembling arm she looked at me. A gasping laugh came from the back of her throat and she stood straight and rigid.

“Phew!” she exclaimed and smiled. My eyes were drawn to her pussy lips, now as scarlet as her face and more swollen than ever. Widely parted they showed the gap of her sex, like a Sheela-Na-Gig. I gawped at how her pussy could go from a tight slit to such a wide opening. He inner lips were now visible, little curtains hanging independently, coated in her frothy discharge. White juices coated her outer lips and thighs, like splats of yogurt. A gossamer strand of her juices stretched from her slit to her knee. I wanted to lick it all the way back to her virgin hole.

“Those ones are for me, James,” she declared, pointing at her tennis knickers. “My turn to enjoy relaxing with your juices in my panties. And put my blue ones in the laundry basket, please.” She slurped her juices from her fingers then held out her hand, bending and straightening her fingers demandingly, her eyes focused on her tennis knickers. Back to the Janis I know!

I shuddered as the cotton rubbed on my sensitive fireman’s helmet. Trying not to let any of my spend escape I pulled the panties off my wet cock and folded them, trapping the hot juices. The knickers felt heavy. I wiped along my balls and the back of my cock and, folding them once more, placed them in Janis’s outstretched hand.

She put them to her nose and sniffed. “Mmmm, just what I wanted,” she smiled. “Thank you, big brother.” She kissed her index finger, bent and touched it to my semi-hard member. “And thank you, big brother’s big cock,” she lisped gleefully.

Licking her index finger she turned, skipped to my desk and picked up her tennis skirt. “I’ve left you a little something on your chair,” she laughed. “And don’t forget to shower. Boys smell.” She opened the door and left, closing it behind her. I immediately jumped up and slurped at the pool of her juices, savouring the taste and feel of the sticky nectar. I regretted not having a test tube in which to save them.