A Brother for Life

I spent the hottest day of the summer sitting by my pool with my friend Stacey. We spent the afternoon working on our tans and talking about nothing in particular.

At some point, I had noticed the curtains in one of the windows was pulled back slightly.

“Don’t look now Stace, but I think my brother is watching you.”

She raised her eyebrows slightly and peered up at the window.

“Oh my God! What’s with him? Not only is he weird, but he’s a total perv!”

“Hey that’s my brother! He’s not a perv, and he’s not that weird!”

“Oh please Anne, He’s weird. I don’t think he’s ever said more than two words to me, or to anyone. The boy doesn’t talk. He just locks himself in his room. God only knows what he does up there.”

“He’s just shy. And just because he’s checking you out from the window doesn’t make him a pervert. I mean, your tits are practically falling out of your top! He’s not doing anything that any other guy wouldn’t do if they had the chance.”

“That’s true. I mean what guy wouldn’t want to check these out!”

We both laughed.

“Well, since he went to all the trouble to spy, I may as well give him something to look at.”

She slowly removed her top and threw it on the ground. Her tits stood proudly on her chest. Even I have to admit that Stacey has a great rack, and she knows it.

“Jesus Stace, put those things away. Someone could get hurt.”

“Oh c’mon Anne, What’s the big deal? I really don’t want tan lines anyway, and besides, if your brother’s gonna sit in the window and whack it, we might as well give him something to look at.!”

“Uuuugh that’s my brother.”

“Yea well like you said, he’s still a guy!”

Stacey spent the next few minutes trying to position herself in the most flattering position possible. She probably wouldn’t admit to it, but she enjoyed the fact that my brother was checking her out from the window, no matter how weird he was. Stacey was always the kind of girl that needed all the attention focused on her, and would usually make sure that it was, no matter what.

“So what’s the deal with your brother anyway?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I thought he was gay or something,” She flashed her eyes up to the window and then back at me, ”But I guess not.”

“What the hell’s the matter with you? Why would you think he’s gay?”

“Well think about it. He never talks to any girls, or shows any interest.”

“So that makes him gay? He doesn’t talk to guys either. And in case you haven’t noticed, he’s obviously showing some interest now.”

“Well I don’t know. Until now, I never thought that he knew women existed. Has he ever even been laid before?”

“What are you asking me for? How the hell should I know?”

“Well he’s your brother! You’d think you should know!”

“Well I don’t. We don’t talk about those things. As far as I know, he’s probably still a virgin.”

“Really? That’s a shame. What do you talk about?”

“I don’t know, nothing really.”

“Well you’re his big sister, I think you should go ask him.”

“I’m not gonna ask him. I don’t really care. If you want to know so bad, you go ask him.”

“I think I will.”

She sprung out of her seat and headed into my house.

“Wait Stace, don’t! Leave him alone!”

She ignored me and headed off into the house.

It’s true I wasn’t that close with my brother. I guess it was probably hard for him growing up in a house full of women. My father left when we were young, and it’s just been my mom, my brother and sister and me. My mom consumed herself with her work once my father left, and so it’s really just been the three of us. My sister and I were always close growing up, so my brother’s just been on his own. Not that we didn’t try to talk to him, he just never really seemed interested in talking to us. He never said anything, and just kept to himself. Occasionally, he would talk to my sister, but he always seemed to shy away from me. She was always better at listening to people than I was, but since she left for college it’s just been me and him.

Even though we’re not close, he’s still my brother, and the last thing I wanted was Stacey embarrassing him somehow. I wanted to get up and follow her inside, but I thought that it would be better not to make a big scene. I didn’t want my brother to think that I somehow had anything to do with Stacey’s plan to invade his privacy.

Quite some time had passed, and I started wondering what was going on. I decided to go in and check, all the while imagining Stacey outside my brother’s locked door, badgering him about his sexuality.

I hurried inside and up the stairs. I could hear Stacey talking, and as I turned the corner I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Stacey had my brother against the wall. Her one hand was wrapped around the back of his head. She was pressed against him tightly so her tits were spilling out between them. His pants were undone, and Stacey had his cock in her other hand. She was talking to him quietly, as she pumped his big cock. She held it close to her belly as her hand quickly ran up and down the length of what must have been about seven inches. I remembered briefly thinking how I couldn’t believe that my brother was so well hung. I stood speechless for a few seconds, as they were unaware that I was watching them.

“C’mon.” Stacey said as she jerked his cock. “I know you want to cum. Let me see what this thing can do.”

He closed his eyes tightly and threw his head back.

“That’s it. Cum for me like you imagined when you were watching me out the window. Cover me in cum baby.”

All of a sudden my brother groaned and his cock exploded. I never saw so much cum in my life. I watched as his cock twitched in her hand. Stacey stepped back a little, and moaned as loads of my brothers cum covered her tits and belly. The first few blasts even hit her square in the chin. For a minute there, I didn’t think it would ever stop coming out.

My brother was breathing heavily, and Stacey pulled his head into her shoulder, squeezing them close together again. I watched as my brothers cum ran down between them, soaking the band of Stacey’s bikini bottoms.

“Fuck! that was unbelievable! I’ve never seen so much cum in my life! You are a freak!”

I was sickened by the whole scene. My stomach was in knots, as I listened to Stacey call my brother a freak.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Stacey looked right at me.

“Anne!”

My brother looked like a deer caught in the headlights. He quickly pushed Stacey away from him and ran in his room, locking the door.

“What the fuck is going on Stace?”

“Nothing.”

“What the fuck do you mean nothing? I just saw the whole thing!”

“So then what are you asking me for?”

“Why the fuck did you do that?”

“What’s the big deal?”

“He’s my brother!”

“So he’s a big boy. Nobody forced him to do anything. Besides, he’s got a nice cock.”

“Uuugh. What the hell are you trying to prove?”

“I wasn’t trying to prove anything.”

“I swear, you better not say a word to anyone about this.”

“Yea Anne sure. Like I’d go around telling everybody I jerked off a weirdo.”

“Fuck you Stace! You know what, I think you’d better go.”

“Fine, but I don’t see what you’re so uptight about. I did the kid a favor.”

“I’m sure he’s really grateful that you think he’s a freak!”

She didn’t say anything. She slowly looked down and covered up her breasts with her arms, turned around and walked away. I heard her get her things out back and leave through the gate.

I sat silent for a minute, going over the scene in my head. I wondered what my brother was thinking. I started to think that maybe I did the wrong thing. After all, Stacey really didn’t do anything terrible. I decided to try and talk to my brother.

I knocked on his door, but he didn’t answer. Finally, I just let myself in. He glanced up at me quickly, and then down at the floor.

“Hey.”

No response.

“I uuh. Look, I’m sorry about what happened. It’s just that Stacey…Well Stacey, she’s…”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to apologize.”

“Well I just feel bad, I mean…”

“Look just forget about it okay? You didn’t do anything. What do you care anyway?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means why do you give a shit what I do all of a sudden? You haven’t even spoken to me in weeks, and now you walk in here and try to be all motherly and shit? It'’ okay, just go Anne."

“That’s fucked up that you would even say that to me! You know what? You haven’t talked to me about anything in nineteen years, never mind the past few weeks.”

“Why would I even bother? You could give a fuck what I do.”

“That’s not true. How come you talk to everyone else around here but me? You used to talk to Christine all the time about shit, but whenever I try to talk to you, you just blow me off. My fucking friend knows more about you than I do.”

“Whatever Anne. You know, If you had any interest in anyone but yourself, you’d probably know the answer to that. But you are so fucking self absorbed, you don’t even bother to open your eyes and see what’s going on around you.”

I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t believe he was saying all this shit to me. I’ve tried to talk to him, and he always blows me off, now he’s blaming me.

He glared at me through his dark hair hanging in his face. His blue eyes cut right through me. I could feel myself starting to cry, and I wanted to get the hell out of there.

“Fine. It’s all me okay? I’m just an inconsiderate fucking bitch who doesn’t care about anyone but herself! That’s why I came in here right? I can’t believe you! You fucking avoid me like the plague, and you always have. Now you want to say it’s all me then fine. I’ll go.”

I turned to walk away, and he got up and grabbed my shoulder. He spun me around and threw me down on his bed. He assumed the shy look I had been so used to, and sat down next to me. He put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into him.

“I’m sorry. You’re right it’s not you.”

“No shit!”

“Look, there’s something I have to tell you. I never told you because I thought you would hate me. But I can see that you do, so I guess you should know.”

“What are you talking about? I don’t hate you.”

“Well I’m glad.”

He paused for a minute, and looked down at the floor. I bumped into him, and he looked back at me.

“Well what do you have to tell me?”

“I love you Anne.”

“I love you too.”

“No I mean, I love you.”

I giggled nervously.

“I know that, but…”

“No… you don’t get it.”

He stood up and began to pace the room.

“Anne, I love you. Not like a sister. I mean like a sister, but more. I think about us…you…and I mean I want to be with you.”

I had no idea what he was saying. Actually, I did, I just couldn’t believe he was saying it.

“What are you talking about?”

“It wasn’t Stacey that I was looking at today. It was you. I think about you all the time.”

He walked over to his closet and pulled out a pile of clothes. They were all mine! Bras and underwear, even shirts, and dumped them on the floor in front of me. I bent down and began to rifle through the clothes.

“Where did you get these? I’ve been looking for this stuff forever.”

“I took them from you. I’m sorry.”

“Why? What the hell do you want with my clothes…?”

And then it hit me. Everything he was just saying hit me like a ton of bricks. My brother wants me! My own brother. I started to feel queasy. I realized I was wearing nothing but a bikini and I started to feel self-conscious. I wrapped my arms tightly around myself and crossed my legs.

“How long…Have…Did you…”

“A couple of years.”

I didn’t know what to do. I started to feel sick, and I just got up and ran out of the room. I ran into my own room and locked the door.

My head was spinning, and I felt like I wanted to vomit. My own brother! The thought was turning my stomach. How could this happen. He was obsessed to the point where he was stealing my clothes. What else was he doing? He was spying on me today. I wondered when else he spied on me. What was he doing. I imagined what he could have been doing and my skin started to crawl. Stacey was right after all, he is a freak.

I laid on my bed for hours, with thoughts of my brother running through my head. I could hear him moving around the house, and it made me sick. I knew I couldn’t be near him ever again. I wondered if my sister knew any of this. I wanted to call her, but what the hell would I say?

I started to get tired. I closed my eyes and tried to forget about everything. I wished I could just go back in time and avoid all of this. My stomach was a giant knot, as the events of the day ran through my head. I started to focus on Stacey and my brother. I could see her hand pumping his cock, and his cum soaking her. I wondered if he was thinking of me. I remembered the way he looked at me in his room. His dark blue eyes piercing through me. I realized, as disgusted as I was by the whole thing, he was still my brother. I didn’t want to hate him. I didn’t want him to hate me. I decided to go and talk to him.

I got out of bed and walked to his room. I couldn’t hear anything inside, so I opened the door. The room was dark, but I could see him sleeping in his bed. I walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. I watched him sleep. He looked so innocent. I brushed the hair from his face and he stirred. I wanted to cry, as I thought about how hard this must be for him. I mean, I’m sure he didn’t ask for this. It’s not like we get to choose who we love. I’m sure he didn’t wake up one morning and decide to fall in love with me. I can’t imagine being in love with someone for so long, and not being able to say anything to anyone. How did this happen? I wanted to wake him up and tell him it would be okay. I wanted to hug him and tell him I wasn’t mad.

I stood up, pulled his covers back, and slipped in next to him. I pressed myself against his back, and threw my arms around him, squeezing him tight. He adjusted himself to me, and then settled back down.

His skin felt warm, and my delicate body felt comfortable nestled against his strong back.

“Anne? What are you doing?”

“I don’t know.”

He turned around to face me, and sat up. I looked into his eyes, as they scanned me up and down.

“You’re still wearing your bathing suit.”

“Oh…yea…I guess I never changed.”

“Look I’m sorry. Forget about what I said. I don’t want you to hate me. I couldn’t stand that. I’ll talk to someone…”

“I don’t hate you. I’m sorry I acted the way I did. It’s not your fault. I love you. Not quite the same way, but you’re my little brother, and I can’t hate you.”

He struggled for something to say.

“I’m sorry I took your clothes and stuff. I’ll give them back…”

“It’s okay, you can keep them. I don’t want that stuff anyway.”

He smiled and laid back down. I put my head on his chest, and he played with my hair. I draped my leg over his, and my knee brushed against his stiff cock.

Oh my God what was I doing? I know he wouldn’t do anything to me, but this must be torture for him. I couldn’t believe I could be so inconsiderate. How could I do this to him? I quickly pulled away from him and sat up. I think we both knew the reason.

“Uh…I’m sorry. I just wanted you to know that I didn’t hate you. I should go back to my room now.”

“No. please just stay with me. I know that we can’t ever, I mean I would never…I just want to be next to you.”

“I really don’t think that’s the best idea right now.”

“I’ll go put some clothes on. Just stay.”

“I don’t want you to put clothes on. I mean, I do…uh I should go.”

“Yea okay, You’re probably right.”

He sank back down and slid himself away from me. I kicked my legs out of the bed and sat up. I didn’t really want to go. I wished I could just stay. I glanced back at him, and he averted his eyes from me.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Today, with you and Stacey…”

He rolled his eyes and sighed.

“She surprised me. I didn’t want that, but it was happening before I could stop it.”

“So you didn’t like it?”

“Well, yea, I mean it felt really good, but I don’t like her.”

“Have you ever done anything like that before?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, have you ever…you know…been with anybody?”

He looked back down. “no.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know. It’s not like I have girls lined up outside my door.”

“That’s stupid. You are a good looking guy, you could have any girl.”

“Not any girl.”

“Well…uh…yea you know what I mean.”

“Yea.”

We were silent for a few minutes. I don’t know what came over me, but I stood up and undid my bikini top and let it fall to the floor. I turned around to face my brother. I slowly slid my bottoms down past my knees, around my ankles and stepped out of them. Neither one of us spoke as I slid back under the covers and nestled in close to my brother. I could feel his cock pressing against my tummy. It felt hot, and twitched as soon as it touched my skin. I moved closer to him.

“I think you could have any girl.”

We stared in each other’s eyes. I felt his hand reach out and rest on my side. I held my breath as he touched me for the first time. I could feel his hands trembling as he slid them slowly across my hips and side.

“Are you sure you want to do this.”

“No. But I’m sure that I love you. I want to be a part of your life. I want to talk to you. If this is the only way, then I guess I’m okay with it. Besides, I think I may be a little jealous of Stacey. She was closer to you than I ever was.”

“You don’t have to do this. I will love you no matter what.”

“I know, and I love you too. I want to do this.”

He pulled me close to him, and our lips met for the first time. He kissed me gently, and parted my lips with his tongue. I felt dizzy as we kissed. I became aware of his throbbing cock pressing against my belly. I wrapped my hand around it gently. My brother inhaled deeply as my hand made contact with it. It felt even bigger than it looked. I gently began to move my hand up and down his shaft. His hips began to buck, and he kissed me harder. I pushed him away.

“Slow down.” I whispered.

“Take your time and relax. Just go slow.”

He nodded apologetically.

“It’s okay, I just want you to enjoy this.”

I took both his hands and sat both of us up. I positioned myself so I was sitting between his legs. I wrapped my legs around him, and placed his hands on my body. I moved them around, touching every part of me. His cock sat straight up between us, and throbbed wildly. His pink head was glistening with fluid. His hands began to move on their own over my body. He gently caressed my breasts, carefully stroking and pinching my stiffening nipples. My pussy was getting wet as I gave in to the situation unfolding before me. I leaned in and we began to kiss again.

His hands were fondling my tits, and he began to kiss and bite my neck. I quickly grabbed his cock with both hands, and began to smear his sticky fluid up and down. It was absolutely gushing with fluids, and my hands slid easily up and down it’s length. I began to move faster, as he started to fuck my hands. I could feel it start to swell, and I knew he was going to cum soon. I pulled my self back and began to stroke his cock as fast as I could with one hand, while letting my other hand fondle his balls.

“You better give me as much as you gave Stacey today.”

He grunted loudly, and soon I got what I asked for. The first stream shot straight into the air, and landed on my legs. I have never seen someone cum so much in my life. It lasted for at least a full minute, drenching us both in his cum.

“That was amazing! Is it always that much?”

He nodded.

My pussy aced to be touched, so I grabbed his hand and slipped it between my legs. I gently guided his fingers in a circle over my throbbing clit. I moaned as his fingers danced over my pussy. It wasn’t too long until I my first orgasm hit me. I bucked my hips against his probing fingers until I came.