Skip went upstairs and Jenny went to the basement laundry room. She emptied Skip's gym bag on the floor – T-shirts, gym trunks, sweat-socks, and a jockstrap. Jenny began loading the clothing into the washer, but paused when she discovered that the pouch of Skip's jockstrap was moist. The woven, elastic pouch had supported Skip's balls only a short while ago at wrestling practice. Jenny started to tremble again and her breathing quickened.

What's happening to me? she thought. Then, as if she'd lost control of herself, she lifted the jockstrap to her nose and inhaled the scent of her brother's ball-sweat.

Her head whirled inside and she fell against the washer to keep from falling over with dizziness.

Am I losing my mind? she wondered. What am I doing? But even as she wondered, she couldn't help herself and she kept the jockstrap pressed to her nose, inhaling the scent of her brother's balls. Her right hand moved down between her thighs and her middle finger slipped under the crotch of her gymnastics uniform and up into her cunt. She started finger-fucking herself.

Each inhalation of her brother's ball-scent caused such a rush of excitement through her body that she nearly came. Her middle finger pistoned rapidly in her cunt and her fuck-juices dribbled down her hand and thighs. She couldn't stop herself. It was as if she were losing her mind. The throbbing feelings overwhelmed her body and she cared about nothing else but the pleasure.

"Oh, Skip!" she moaned, rocking her loins and humping as she finger-fucked her pussy. She chewed on the sweat-moist jockstrap, sucking on it. She wanted to eat it, to swallow the flavor of her brother's balls. She closed her eyes, remembering how Skip had held her just minutes ago, and suddenly she was over the brink. Her eyes crossed as her body jerked with ecstasy.

She rubbed the jockstrap all over her face as she came, her pussy sucking fiercely at her thrusting middle finger, her body trembling with each delicious spasm. She leaned against the washer for support. If it hadn't been there, she would have collapsed on the concrete floor and rolled herself into a ball, squeezing her thighs together and crushing out the itchy, throbbing pleasure that racked her cunt.