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upward slightly.
    “I meant why the fuck are you in here when I'm taking a shower.”
    “I was icky. I just wanted to clean up. Don't get any pervy ideas.”
    I stepped into the shower behind him.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Conserving water. Don't freak out. Pass me the soap.”
    As I tried to pretend what I was doing was perfectly natural, I started to soap up my body. His cock being hard was something I hadn't expected, but I wanted to keep going. To be honest, I wasn't sure what the hell I was doing. Then Josh turned to face me, his muscles rippling as he soaped up as well. I couldn't take my eyes off his body.
    “Get my back?” I asked, turning around.
    I felt his thick, heavy hand on my back, and I felt as if I was going to fall to my knees. They felt weak as I tried to control my breathing.
    “Now my front.”
    When I turned to face him again, he stared directly into my eyes. At the same time, his hands reached out and began fondling my breasts, getting them really soapy. The feeling of his fingers touching my body made me feel wonderful. Then I touched his body. My fingers ran down his hard chest and chiseled abs and grabbed onto his hard step-cock.
    “Unh,” he grunted then slid his hand down the front of my body.
    I moaned as I felt his palm on my pussy. Water fell on us as we continued to touch each other. With each drop that fell, more steam rose up, clouding us and our actions. Neither of us wanted to stop. He didn't look away, continuing to stare at me as he pleased me. Had he had this fantasy before? I wondered briefly as I felt him throb in my hand.
    Out of the corner of my eye, I saw our parents car pull up in the driveway. I knew I didn't want what was happening to stop, but I also didn't want to get caught. Josh continued staring into my eyes, his face contorted a little. I gripped him tighter and began moving my hand up and down faster. He kept up the pace as he slipped a finger inside me.
    “Hurry. They're back,” I gasped.
    He glanced out the window and saw their car. At that exact moment, I felt him throb. Something warm and wet shot out of the tip of his dick and hit my stomach.
    “Go, go!” I yelled.
    He jumped out of the shower, grabbed his clothes, then rushed out of the bathroom and to his bedroom down the hall. When he was gone, I walked forward a little so that I was directly under the water. I looked down and saw his seed run down my body then the drain. With my head held back slightly, I started to gently rub my clitoris.
    While it didn't feel as good as when my stepbrother had touched me, I knew I had to give myself an orgasm or I would go crazy. I closed my eyes and tried to block out the rest of the world. All I could see in my mind was Josh. In my fantasy, he was standing and stroking himself and fingering me at the same time. I imagined it was his palm pressing against me.
    Then I came. The water continued to stream down my body as I gave out a little cry while trying to stifle my orgasm. I didn't need the whole damn house knowing what had just happened. I stood there and enjoyed the moment then washed up again before turning the water off. After I dried off, I wrapped the towel around me and headed to my bedroom.
    I passed the door to Josh's room, which was open, but I didn't see him. The sound of laughter filtered up from the kitchen through the heating vents. I went into my bedroom then closed and locked the door. Still wrapped in the towel, I went to the closet and tried to pick out something to wear. I say tried because no matter what I did, I couldn't get Josh out of my thoughts.
    What had happened between us? I knew the simple answer to that question, but I wasn't sure of the long term implications. And that concerned me. Would it be awkward between us? Did he want more? Was I a whore because of what happened? I settled on pink sweat pants and a loose fitting t-shirt, not wanting to cause Josh to go crazy.
    After I was dressed, I sat at my desk and brushed my hair as it