Andrew Graves woke with a groan, sitting up in the bed he shared with his Sisterwife, Ashley. His chest was covered in trails of dried candle wax and his back was a furious zig-zag of scratch marks and angry red furrows from the night before. Just another night of making love to Ashley. A quick glance over at Ashley revealed her to be sound asleep, curled up in a fetal position as she had accidentally kicked off her blanket sometime during the night and, left with only her bed sheet, her naked body had become cold and curled up to preserve the warmth. Andrew smirked and shook his head, before pulling the blankets back up over to her and kissing her cheek softly.
"You are a huge dork, Ashley Graves," he said lovingly. As much as he would love to loiter in bed and admire her nakedness, the more pressing issue was the sticky combination of candle wax and lustful bodily fluids that made a sticky coating all over his own naked body. A shower was in order. Carefully, he rolled out of bed to not disturb Ashley and carefully walked down to the hall to the single bathroom in their small apartment. Andrew turned his back to the bathroom mirror and winced at the raging claw marks on his upper back. Ashley really did a number on him. "Like a damn wolverine…" he grumbled to himself.
With a hiss, the shower water was turned on and once Andrew had it at its desired temperature, seemingly hot enough to boil eggs, he sighed with relief as he stepped in, basking in the immediate relief the water offered him. He didn't even move to grab his bottle of shower gel or scrub brush, instead just standing there with his head up and his eyes closed. There was something so relaxing about a post-fuck shower. When he finally felt at peace, he squirted a generous glob of neon blue 'WildWash' shower gel and began to slather it all over his chest and abs. The blood-red candle wax had dried hard but thankfully scrubbed off rather easily. He wasn't sure why he even agreed to let her pour it on him in the first place, but logical decisions went out the window the first time he ever slept with her. He just scraped off the last thread of wax when he heard his name called like a siren from just outside the shower.
"Oh, Anndddddyyyyy!" The shower door was pulled back and in stepped Ashley, still just as naked but her hair was down as she had pulled out her hair tie, those raven black locks falling down her shoulders. "Getting a hot shower without me? Scandalous!"
"You just can't go fifteen minutes without me, hm?" he said with mock disgust. Ashley giggled and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head on his back.
"I'm addicted to you, silly. You are the perfect drug."
"Yeah, well, it was your Nine Inch Nails that tore my back to pieces," he snarked, the scrapes stinging a bit as the hot water flowed over them.
"Just marking my territory!" she said sweetly, her cheek still pressed against his back.
"Well, if you're going to be back there, could you at least make yourself useful and wash my back?"
"For you? Anything," Ashley said. She didn't bother to use his 'Men's 3 in 1 scrub brush-detailer' but instead coated her hands in a thick slather of shower gel and gently ran them over his back, careful not to rub it into his cuts. Andrew hissed sharply as a bit of shower gel went into his cut, squirming slightly on the wet shower floor. "Oh, don't be such a baby!" Ashley teased. "I think you walked away with less damage than me. It'd be a miracle if I can even sit down today with how hard you spanked me."
"It wouldn't be so bad if you actually had any fat back there," Andrew teased right back, "I felt like I was spanking a skeleton with how bony that butt is." He started to laugh at his own joke but shrieked with a gasp of sudden pain when Ashley slapped his angriest scrapes with her bare hands. Furious, he spun around to confront her, his green eyes locked on her pink with laser-like focus. "What fucking gives?"
"You know I'm sensitive about my lack of ass!" she pouted, "And you know how much I hate it when you make jokes about it!"
"That doesn't mean you can slap my cuts!" Andrew yelled, stepping closer to her.
"Don't make fun of my ass and I won't have to!" she said, crossing her arms over her wet tits.
There was a tense silence in the air as they stared at each other, neither one speaking nor moving. Andrew's face was stern and unamused, whereas Ashley's was pouty and snarky. For a moment, he considered grabbing her by the chin and dominating her, but something in the back of his mind was asking for a more gentle touch.
"Turn around and stick your ass out" he ordered, his voice flat and authoritative. For the briefest of moments, Ashley thought about tapping into her bratty side and making him move on her, but a shower was rather cramped and didn't exactly offer the room she liked to have to be tossed around. So she complied, pressing her flat palms on the pink bathroom tile and thrusting her ass out. Rearing his hand, Andrew brought it down with a mighty CRACK against her tight cheeks, drawing a gasping from his Sisterwife.
"Hnnggg! Andy!" she hissed with a throaty growl. He stepped closer to her, wrapping his arms around her chest to play with and knead her voluptuous breasts, squeezing the firm mounds of perfection between his fingertips, as his hardon rubbed against the small of her back. "Oh, Andy!" she moaned, feeling like putty in his strong hands.
"Have I ever told you how gorgeous your tits are?" he murmured into her ear, pinching her nipples between his finger and thumb, rolling the pink flesh between them.
"O-Once or twice," she moaned, arching her back against his chest, "but I never get tired of hearing it."
"Good, because I'll never get tired of reminding you," he said, gently squeezing her breasts till they spilled between his fingers. Ashley moaned again, grinding her tight ass against him teasingly.
"I need you inside of me, Andy," she said with a sultry growl. "As deep as you can go."
Andrew's face contorted into a possessive snarl as he lined his hardon up with his sister's opening. He wanted to savor the sensation of his shaft sliding inside of her tight love, so he went in slowly, pushing inch by inch with the utmost care and devotion.
"Fuck, Andddddy!" Ashley wailed, tossing her head back. Andrew wrapped one arm around her waist and another around her chin to pull her back for a deep kiss, his tongue disappearing into her mouth at the same time his cock disappeared into her pussy. Muffled cries of sexual bliss filled his mouth as he began to pump his hips slowly, his body completely flush with her. He broke the kiss just as roughly as he started it, his hands now grabbing her hips and moving her to face the shower door, pinning her so her tits were smashed against the glass, his cock pushing in and out of her pussy. No matter how many times he fucked her, she was always so tight and warm, a perfect fit for him. "Ah ah ah Ah-Ah-Andy!" she cried, pinned between the glass and her Brotherhusband.
"So fucking tight," he rumbled, sliding his hand between her legs to aid in his thrusts. Ashley's knees wobbled from the pleasure, the small shower stall now loudly echoing the wet PLAP PLAP PLAP as his heavy balls spanked her tight ass. "So. Fucking. Tight."
"It was made for you!" Ashley managed to gasp, believing every word she said. "We're s-soulmates, Andy! Soulmates!"
"Damn, right," he said through grit teeth, increasing his speed and force so his balls swung back and forth like two pendulums, clapping his Sisterwife's ass with force and velocity. For a moment, they were the only two people in the world, the only people worth a damn. Just a Brotherhusband and a Sisterwife, two damned souls that somehow found the courage to admit their undying love for each other and were now expressing it through passionate lovemaking.
"H-Harder!" Ashley groaned, her eyes screwed shut as she was railed hard from behind. Andrew was more than happy to oblige, unleashing every ounce of strength he had, smashing his hips and cock into her, each thrust pressing Ashley tighter and tighter against the glass.
"Come for me, baby," he moaned, as he slapped her ass, "Come for Daddy. Show me how much you love this."
"Andddyyyyy!" Ashley screamed, feeling like her vocal cords were shredding from how hard she was yelling. The walls of her pussy canal squeezed his dick like someone trying to get the last remnants out of a toothpaste tube and that was enough to send Andrew over the edge. With a primal cry of exhilaration, his balls emptied inside of her, fat loads of Brother Cum splashing inside of her, filling her to the brim, just like she liked it. He never stopped thrusting, cum dribbling out from the force of his thrusts, falling to the tub floor in small droplets. It was only when Ashley made an ear-piercing squeal as her orgasm reached its crescendo that he stopped, holding on to her as her body suddenly went limp and boneless.
"You were magnificent," he said, kissing her cheek and helping her stand back on her feet. Her legs were as sturdy as a newborn calf, swaying like leaves in a gentle breeze. Slowly, he pulled out, the plug his cock made causing more cum to leak out of her cunt. "Breathtaking."
"...wow," Ashley said, her voice light and airy. "That was…good."
"Just good?" Andrew said with a laugh.
"Brain not working good to make words," she said, only half-jokingly, "Good is the best I can come up with for now."
"That's fair," he said, already lathering up her tits with shower gel. "Just hold still and relax, babe. I'll get you washed up and then we can cuddle in bed and watch horror movies."
"American Psycho," she said suddenly. Andrew rolled his eyes.
"You've seen that movie like a hundred times. You practically know it word for word!"
"It's a classic," she said, a bit of timber and energy returning to her voice. "And Patrick Bateman is the second hottest guy I know."
"Oh? And who's the first?" he asked playfully.
"You haven't met him yet. He's a guy I met at a gas station," she said with a giggle.
"God, you're such a bitch sometimes, Ashley," he said, soaping up her cute butt.
"Yes, but I'm your bitch."
"Damn right," he said. "What was that saying you came up with? From the rave to the grave?"
"From the womb to the tomb!"
"Right, that! But it's true. From the womb to the tomb. I love you, Ashley."
"I love you too, Andrew."
"Now let's get you cleaned up."