We had both come home for the holidays, my brother and I. He was younger than I by about three years. He had in the past few years become quite handsome. He was about five foot seven and quite well muscled. His skin had a well tanned glow to it. It made me think about taking him right then and there in the shadow of the front door.
Everything was polite and nice for the first few days of his visit. Then one night just after I had turned off my light and was intent on getting myself off, my door opened a crack. A moment later my brother closed the door behind him and felt his way through the darkened room to my bed. His hand reached under the covers and slowly traced up my side. When his hand reached my breast he began to squeeze and massage it. He traced my nipple .... Teasing it, pinching it, pulling on it.
His hand slid down to my belly button as he slipped into bed beside me. He kissed me as he played with my other nipple. I felt myself starting to get wetter and wetter. He moved to my neck right below my ear as my hand slipped down to cup his balls. As I slowly massaged his balls, he kissed and licked my neck making me wetter. When his mouth clasped onto one of my hard nipples, I gasped and pulled on his balls.
As he slowly sucked on my nipples, his fingers found my honey pot. My back arched as his thumb briefly brushed past my clit. Two then three fingers thrust into my pussy. My juices dripped into his hand. As he pumped these fingers in and out, I moaned and ground my hips against his hand. After a few minutes, my body began to shake as my orgasm hit. When I calmed down, he kissed me deeply and left the room..... never saying a word.
The days passed. We said nothing of what happened that night to each other.