After hours

Chapter 47: Spring Cleaning



“Hi everyone, it’s me, Whitney, filling in for Mary again! Last night was Mary’s birthday, and Delia and Misty paid us a visit, and, well, Mary is still home with them,” Whitney said, opening the show.



“And tonight’s guest is Brigette,” she added.



“It’s great to be here! And truthfully, I’m a little disappointed that Mary isn’t here, but you are just as good!” Brigette said.



“Well, I prefer to stay home myself, but it’s fun to hear the stories in person once in a while,” Whitney said back. Brigette grinned.



“Well then, I won’t keep you waiting.”







It was around a month ago. My sister Lanette usually calls me once a week, but she missed her usual time. I didn’t think too much about it, because she’s nearly always late, because she gets so caught up in her work. But she never did call all that week, so I started getting worried and decided to pay her a visit. When I got to her house, I knocked on the door but got no answer, so I waited a while and knocked again. But still nothing. So I went over to a window and looked in to see if she was even home. All I saw were huge piles of trash and clothes.



“Geez, Lanette, learn to pick up after yourself,” I muttered. Just then, one of the piles of clothes moved and I saw a bit of fuzzy red hair, so I rapped my knuckle against the window lightly. The pile rustled some more. A few seconds later, Lanette sat up with a half-dazed look on her face. A pair of panties stuck to her cheek. Her eyes went wide and she stood up and rushed to the door.



“Hey Sis, what are you doing here?” she asked. Quickly realizing that her underwear was still stuck to her face, she peeled them off and put them onto one of the many piles of dirty clothes. I just shook my head and pushed my way in.



“Alright, we’re going to clean this all up!” I said in a firm voice.



“Yeah, I’ve been meaning to do that later, but I just forget all the time.”



I looked at her firmly. “You missed calling me by a week! I was worried, and now that I see this place, I know I was right to be! You could have been buried under all this crap and died, and I wouldn’t have known.”



She looked to the side without saying anything. “It’s not that bad,” she said. I shook my head and went over to her, pulling her into a hug.



“It’s alright. Let\'s just get started,” I said. As soon as I let go I bent down and started picking stuff up, and a few moments later she joined me. After nearly two hours, the living room was cleared.



“Alright, I’ll get to work on your bedroom, and you do the kitchen.”



Her face went pale. “I don’t even remember the last time I went in there,” she said, gulping.



“Then find some rubber gloves,” I murmured, walking away.



As soon as I opened the door to her room, an avalanche of clothes fell out, nearly burying me. I managed to struggle free from that and started sorting through it, putting everything in smaller piles to wash later.



As I made my way deeper into the room, I noticed a large chest with the word TOYS written on it in bold letters. I’ve been listening to this show since the beginning, so right away all kinds of ideas popped into my head. Curious as to what kind of kinky stuff my sister might have, I went over to it and lifted the lid, and was shocked to see...



“A bunch of stuffed dolls!?!” I said, picking up a Pikachu doll and looking at it. I couldn’t help but chuckle. I dug down a bit deeper, but didn’t find anything more. Once I was sure there was nothing in there, I went back to cleaning, and didn’t find anything kinkier than a thong.



By the time I had gotten enough of the mess cleared that her bed was visible, I was pretty tired, and decided to take a nap, so I laid down and drifted off quickly. I was woken up suddenly by the feeling of someone sitting down on the bed. I opened my eyes and saw Lanette, who looked completely exhausted.



“The kitchen is done...and I saw things that no one should ever see,” she said as her right eye twitched slightly.



“Well, if you took care of your house, it wouldn’t get this bad.”



She nodded. “Yeah, alright, I get it.”



I pulled her into another hug. “Well then, how about some positive reinforcement?” I said, lightly kissing her on the lips. We parted after just a few seconds.



“If we’re going to fool around, let’s do it in the bathroom,” she said, getting off the bed. For a brief second I was almost afraid of what that room would look like, after seeing the rest of the house, but she didn’t seem to have a problem with it, so I followed after her. When she opened the door, I was shocked to see that it was absolutely spotless.



“I actually keep it clean in here,” she said as she began to strip. I took off my own clothes, as well, as she filled the tub. The two of us got in.



“I’ve got a fun idea,” she said, having me sit on the edge of the tub. She got out a bottle of soap and rubbed it all over the soles of her feet. She then started to rub my left leg. She worked her way up to just below my pussy, and moved back down. After lathering up my legs, she reached up and began doing it to my stomach as well. She stopped just under my breasts and moved to my arms.



“Why do you keep skipping parts?” I asked her. She grinned.



“Saving the best for last,” she giggled as I laced my fingers between her toes, stroking them lightly. She moved over to my other arm, before finally going to my breasts. As she began to rub them, I couldn’t hold back a soft moan as my hands went between my legs. I began to finger myself, but before I could really get into it, Lanette brushed my hands away with her feet.



“Not just yet,” she said, going back to my breasts. She took my nipples between her toes and tweaked them lightly, pressing her soles against my breasts harder, grinding them. She spent several minutes just teasing my breasts. I kept getting hornier and hornier, until I could barely stand it. So I grabbed her ankles and guided them down to my cunny, and shoved them in deeply, moaning softly as I started pumping them into myself.



“I may be messy, but at least I’m patient,” she said jokingly, but I didn’t really care. I just began to rock my hips softly, and before very long I came. Lanette pulled her feet away.



“Now it’s my turn,” she said. I took the soap, and, after coating my feet, gave her the same treatment, going even slower than she had, until she grabbed my feet and guided them to her quim and started humping my feet.



“What was that about being patient?” I asked, wriggling my toes a little, making her moan.







“After that, we washed the soap off and kept going for a while, before going to bed,” Brigitte said, ending her story.



“And I know it wasn’t the best story ever, but I had a lot of fun,” she added.



“That’s alright, it was great! And I can’t wait to get home and try it with Mary, if she’s not too worn out. And even if she is, Delia might still be around, and we all know it takes more than just my girlfriend and her wife to sate her sexual appetite!” Whitney said. “Well, that’s it for the show, so make sure to tune in for the next episode of DJ Mary’s Sexy Stories!”