Bryan Spears stared at the computer screen and made a fist. How could anyone be putting fake naked pictures of his sister Britney all over the internet? He went from one website to the next looking at countless numbers of fake Britney pictures.
"Damn assholes," he said under his breath.
He stepped away from his computer and went to lie down on his bed. It was going to be yet another long lonely night alone. It'd been so long since he last had sex. He had recently had a huge fight with his current girlfriend and they decided to take time apart. He turned off the lights and tried to get some sleep but for some reason images of his sister came to him. Bryan groaned desperately not wanting to think about Britney. His eyes tried to wander somewhere other than his computer screen, which had a fake Britney picture.
"Stop it! For the last time, she's your sister you sick bastard!" He scolded himself.
Even though he tried hard not to think about his sister, he couldn't help but feel his cock growing inside his pajamas.
"No! Not again! I have to stop this!" He said out loud.
Bryan lay on his back staring up at the starry sky through his skylight. He tried hard to think about Christina, or Mandy or even Jessica, but none could compare to Britney.
"You have such a hold of me sis," Bryan whispered as he took his hard cock out of his pants. He wrapped his hand around his aching dick and began to jerk off. The images of Britney's "fake" pictures had stirred him up. Like many hot-blooded males, he too wondered what Britney looked like naked. He didn't want to think about her, but she was all he ever wanted. Even before she had become a big star, he knew he loved her, in more than just a sibling way. Her cute smile, sexy accent and incredible body always made his heart race.
"Oh sis, I love you so much," Brian groaned while jerking his cock. His balls swelled up filled with cum ready to explode.
His cock twitched in his hand before he felt his hot cum splatter all over his stomach and fingers. Bryan's heart raced and a slight feeling of shame crept up. He knew it was wrong to fantasize about his sister, but it was almost hard not to. He thought about her until his sleep caught up to him.
* * *
RING! RING!
Bryan awoke to the shrilling sounds of his cell phone. His two best friends Chris and David had invited him to go nightclubbing with them. "What the hell? Why not? I aint doing anything anyway," Bryan said out loud and his eyes stared at the fake naked picture of his sexy sister. He'd forgotten that he left his computer on.
Once at the nightclub, the guys sat drinking and checking out the women. Most girls were dressed in short skirts and tiny tops, but even they couldn't get Bryan to stop thinking about Britney.
"Hey Bryan? What the hell's wrong with you? Those chicks at the corner are really checking you out!" Chris commented.
Bryan shrugged. "They look like a sluts."
"Isn't that the point? How long has it been since you last got laid?" David sneered.
"That is none of your damn business dude," Bryan shot back. He took a sip of his rum and Coke.
"You know none of these girls are hotter than your sister Britney," Chris dared to say.
Bryan laughed. "Keep dreaming."
Chris narrowed his eyes at Bryan. "What would you do if your sister slept with me?"
Bryan made a fist. "I'd beat the shit out of you."
"Damn dude your too over protective!" David said.
"Why are you drooling over my sister anyway? Don't you remember she's married?"
"Yeah but is she happily married?"
"How do I know? She doesn't tell me about her love life. Now stop talking about my sister, you're ruining the night."
David and Chris shrugged and the guys continued to ogle young beauties. Bryan remembered the day when Britney announced she was marrying that loser Kevin. He felt she could have done a lot better. She'd going out with complete assholes all her life. First it was with Justin, a guy who was totally into himself, then Fred Durst, a total idiot and not to mention Colin Farrell a real jackass.
"Sis, you can do so much better. I could treat you like the princess you are," Bryan muttered under his breath.
As the night went on, Bryan was getting tired. His two friends had been out on the dance floor with two sluts they had met. Suddenly a beautiful girl caught Bryan's attention. She had shoulder length dark brown hair and was wearing a short black skirt with a silver tube top.
Bryan stood up and walked slowly towards the beauty. She looked at him but quickly looked away sipping on her cherry drink. Bryan put his hand on her shoulder got closer to her.
"You sure are beautiful, mind if I buy you a drink?"
The girl slowly turned around and stared up at him. She burst out laughing. "Oh my god bro, you can use a better line than that!"
Bryan felt his face turn beet red. The beauty he'd been drooling over was his own sister! "Britney?"
She laughed. "Yeah it's me. I'm out here tonight alone. I had to get away from Kevin. He's being such an asshole to me."
Bryan took a seat next to her. "You want me to kick his ass?"
"No. I'm just going to stay away from him, at least for tonight. You like my wig?" She asked running her fingers through her hair.
"Yeah I do," Bryan said in a mesmerized voice.
"What brings you here tonight? Where is your girlfriend?"
"She and I had a fall out as well. We're taking some time apart."
Britney smiled sweetly and reached out to touch her brother's hand. "I'm sorry Bry. Listen you are here and I am here, so let's be here together. What do you say we dance?"
Bryan blushed. "Are you sure you want to dance with your own brother?"
She laughed. "Of course. Nothing wrong with that!"
Bryan took his sister's hand and led her to the dance floor. He saw his two friends with their jaws dropped as he danced with such a gorgeous girl. Little did they know it was his own sister.
"I'm surprised no one has recognized you," Bryan said once they were out on the dance floor.
Britney began to move her sexy body slowly to the beat of an Ashanti tune. "Hmm I don't know, I guess I've been lucky. This disguise must be really good if YOU didn't even recognize me bro."
Bryan scoffed. "Yeah I know. I almost hit on you."
"It wasn't a very good line," Britney teased.
"Stop it already. I know I suck at hitting on girls."
Britney giggled. "You don't suck bro, I'm just kidding. You look quite handsome tonight."
Bryan's heart raced. He was wearing his khaki slacks and a black button up shirt. He tried hard not to look at Britney's body as she moved so swiftly on the dance floor. Her skirt rode up her smooth legs and her top wasn't doing a good job from keeping her big breasts from bouncing up and down.
