My name is Lucy and I'm a cheerleader at a state college. I've always thought of myself as a conservative girl. I had a normal childhood with a loving mom and dad, and a brother, Pete, who was 3 years younger than me. My sex life has so far been fairly tame. I've had 6 boyfriends, but have only had sex with 2 of them. I'm a petite girl, built for sex, but being a cock tease is just more fun for me. On rare occasions I'll reward a guy with a BJ. But more often times than not, I'll leave them rock hard and aggravated, to my warped enjoyment.
It is a miracle that I haven't provoked anyone to the point of raping me. I stand 5'3 with curves in all the right places. My breasts are my best assets, a full 36 DD and I love showing them off with tight low-cut shirts. I have short powerful legs from cheerleading, to go with an amazingly tight little round ass. Lately though, I've been the one feeling frustrated.
My boyfriend Steve and I had just broken up. It was my first long term committed relationship. After 2 months of exploiting his sexual torment for my own selfish desires, I allowed him full access to my body. The sex was great for about a week, before becoming stale and uninspiring. Up to this point in my life, my pussy was pretty much off limits until I met Steve. I really liked him and having a boyfriend was fun, so I continued to stay with him for almost a year.
Eventually, I couldn't ignore his inability to satisfy me anymore, so I ended it. He took it hard, breaking down right in front of me. Sexually frustrating a guy was something I took pleasure in, but actually breaking someones heart left me with a cloud of guilt that I couldn't shake. After Steve, I decided to take a brake from guys.
6 months passed and I still wasn't ready to start dating again. I was relieved when my mom called and insisted I come home for my brother Pete's birthday. Being home would give me an opportunity to gather myself and snap me out of my funk. She told me that Pete was having a rough time as of late.
He was always a quiet boy, never really having many friends and never any girlfriends, which was a shame, because he's one of the sweetest guys I've ever known and actually quite good looking. I tried on many occasions to introduce him to girls, but he was painfully shy. My girlfriends always gushed over his big brown eyes, but his awkwardness creeped them out.
I arrived at the house on Friday night. My parents were in the living room, and Pete was no where to be seen.
"Hey Lucy, welcome home, it's good to see you." My dad said, as he and mom got off the couch to give me a big hug.
"Are you eating ok honey? You look like you've put on a couple pounds." My mom being critical, as usual. Actually, I was in the best shape of my life! I thought to myself.
"Where's Pete?" I said, deflecting my moms comment.
My dad rolled his eyes, "He's up in his room, like always. That boy is never going to get a girlfriend if he doesn't get off that damned computer!"
I ran upstairs to say hello. I knocked on his door and walked in, which was a mistake. Barging in on a teenage boy was never a good idea. "Oh my god!" I cried out in shock.
I couldn't believe what I saw. Pete was laying on his back, feverishly stroking the biggest cock I'd ever seen. I always thought my boyfriends were big, but Pete dwarfed them in comparison. "Pete, I'm so sorry!" I whispered as I slammed his door shut.
I went to my room and buried my face into my pillow. I've never felt so embarrassed. Pete, must be humiliated. Some help I'm going to be! I thought to myself bitterly.
I didn't sleep much that night. I couldn't stop thinking about Pete's dick. How sick is that? He's my little brother! I would fantasize about him, then scold myself, again and again. This went on for a couple hours, when finally, I gave in to my taboo thoughts and fingered myself. I was imaging how it would feel to have that raging piece of flesh fuck my tight little twat.
This was new to me. Until now, the thrill of the tease was what got me off. Maybe it was because of the 6 months without sexual urges? I bucked wildly as I brought myself to orgasm. Once I caught my breath and gathered my senses, guilt came over me. What's wrong with me? I could never do that to my little brother. I just have to push this out of my mind, I told myself ashamedly.
The next morning I came downstairs. Breakfast was ready and on the table with everyone waiting. "There you are sleepy head. I almost sent Pete to wake you up." Dad said over his morning paper.
My eyes darted over at Pete and I could feel my face getting flush. He was staring down at his eggs, as he uncomfortably adjusted himself in his seat. I let out a fake giggle and sat down. My mom came over and put the back of her hand on my forehead. "You okay dear? Your face is red."
"I'm fine mom, thanks. So what do we have planned for the birthday boy?" I asked, changing the subject.
Pete, excitedly, broke his silence, "A couple of the guys are coming over to take me out tonight."
My dad whispered to me, "They're taking him to his first strip club."
I looked over at Pete and he had a huge grin on his face. It's been a long time since I'd seen him this excited. Mom shook her head in disappointment. She was worried about him. Especially after running across his porn collection on his computer.
Dad tried to ease her anxiety by telling her it was normal for a teenage boy to be curious, but he was beginning to worry himself. He'd tried talking to him, but Pete shuts down whenever the subject of girls is brought up.
After breakfast I pulled Pete aside. "Look Petey, about last night. It's perfectly natural,"
Pete cuts me off. "Lucy, can we just forget about it?" He asks as he looks down in shame.
"No problem little brother, I guess that's big brother now." A flash of embarrassment hits me. Did I just make a reference to his penis?
"Yeah, I'm 18 today!" He said, as I give out a sigh of relief.
"Here's you gift!" I hand him a $50 dollar online gift card.
"Thanks sis!" He gave me a little hug and sped off to his room. Sadly, I then realized that I had just contributed to his porn collection.
Later that day we all sat down and gave Pete his birthday cake. I could tell his excitement was just for show. All that was on his mind was tonight's activities. It was going to be the first time he'd seen a woman nude, that is a real life girl, not on a computer monitor. His shyness wouldn't be a problem, they were going to come to him. This could be a good thing I assured myself. Maybe this will give him the confidence he needs to interact socially.
That night my parents went out. They were having a date night. My mom needed to be distracted from the fact that her baby boy was out at a strip club. Dad knew that she'd be pacing all night until he came home.
Pete was anxiously pacing, while waiting on his friends. When they finally honked from the driveway he nearly knocked me down as he flew out the door. I changed into myPJ's and turned on theTV. Nothing was on. After flipping around for about 20 min I got bored. I started wandering what kind of porn Pete had on his computer. Was it soft core? Or maybe something really sick that I couldn't even imagine. My innocent little brother looking at porn! It was hard to believe.
Curiosity was getting the better of me. I went to his room and turned on his computer. I was surprised to find that he had no password and that his porn was on his desktop. Pete had quite an extensive collection. As I was scrolling through it I came across a folder named Lucy. My heart skipped a beat. I felt a knot in my stomach. I was afraid at what I'd find, but I opened it anyway. There were pictures of porn stars in cheerleading outfits. Was he imaging me in these pics? I've never caught him checking me out, was he attracted to me? My question was answered when I came across one with my face photoshopped to it.
At first it creeped out, then I actually felt flattered. She even had a similar body. Just then I heard the front door open. I quickly shut down the computer and ran off to my room. I heard crying from the hallway, then a door slam. It was Pete! Something must have gone wrong. I crept down the hall to his room and lightly tapped on the door.
"Petey, is everything ok?"
"No! Just leave me alone!" He cried.
"Pete, please talk to me. You're my brother and if something is wrong I want to help you."
A couple seconds later Pete opened his door. His eyes were red and puffy, tears rolling down his cheeks. "I was in such a hurry, I forgot my I.D," he sobbed. "They wouldn't let me in and the guys just left me outside. They laughed at me and called me a freak! I had to walk home!"
"Oh Pete, I'm so sorry." I gave him a big hug.
The hug lasted longer than most I'd given him. Hugging my brother is usually an awkward moment; a light touch and a couple of light pats on the back before he pulls away quickly. This time was different. He needed to feel connected to someone, but the connection he really needed was one a sister couldn't give him.
I felt that I had to do something though. His 18th birthday was a disaster and his depression was going to get worse. Tonight was a night he had been looking forward to for a long time. What if I gave him a little show? I knew from his computer that he's already fantasized about me, why not give him the real thing? It would be harmless, I assured myself. Maybe even fun? No, I told myself, Pete would die from embarrassment if I had even suggested it.
We pulled apart and I was shocked to notice he was looking down at my tits! I was in such a rush getting out of his room, I hadn't noticed that my top was only buttoned halfway up. My PJ's were already a snug fit, but when we hugged, my breasts had been pushed up and trapped, leaving my bountiful cleavage exposed. I raised an eyebrow and smirked as I noticed his eyes were still transfixed on my bursting PJ top.
"Pete it's time for me to give you your birthday present!" I said putting my hands on my hips and pushing my chest out, daring my voluptuous DD's from busting out of my stressed and straining shirt.
He swallowed hard and looked down at the floor. "But you already gave me a present." He said sheepishly.
"That wasn't your real present silly! Give me 5 minutes, then come to my room." I said as I dashed down the hall.
What am I doing? I questioned myself as I rifled through my closet for a cheerleading outfit. He's my brother, this is so wrong! If mom and dad find out.....I'm just going to give him a little show, that's it! Perfectly harmless, well not perfectly. There it is! My uniform from high school. I wore this before I got my busty figure.
I quickly stripped out of my PJ's and squeezed into my uniform. My skirt fit alright, but it was shorter than I remember. It barely covered my ass, but maybe it had always been that way? The top wasn't going to fit if I wore a bra. It didn't matter I guess. I wasn't actually going to take my top off. Hopefully it won't rip open during my performance. There was a knock on my door. He's early!
