*Everyone in this story is 18+
Madison hadn't seen him coming. She hadn't really been paying attention as she walked to her next class. During most of the journey, her eyes had been glued to her phone as she watched her friends bicker in their shared group chat. Despite all the attention that she'd given their squabble, she couldn't even say what they were fighting over. It didn't matter, they would be over it by the end of the evening and onto the next hot bit of drama.
A hand had locked onto her arm, and she found herself being pulled into the bathroom. It was large and beige, one of those unisex handicapped bathrooms with florescent lights that hummed like cicadas in the summer. She heard the door click, locked, and she turned quickly around to see her assailant. She was greeted with a familiar sight, her older brother, Jonah. He treated her to a lazy smile, and she scowled at him in return.
This was the first time they'd been alone together since that night and Madison felt a warmth blossom between her legs as she looked at him. He looked good today, she noticed, his dark hair perfectly messy and his body slightly sweaty from soccer practice.
"What do you want? I have class," she replied, pretending to be irritated with him.
"I didn't know. I just wanted to borrow you for a moment," he told her.
The expression on her face made it clear that she didn't believe him. It certainly sounded plausible. After all, why would her brother know her class schedule? Still, he knew enough to sneak up on her and the bathroom was coincidentally right next to them. It worked out too well. She'd never trusted him growing up and for good reason too, he was usually up to something. He shrugged at her, the picture of innocence.
"I don't know what you want from me. I really didn't know."
She huffed. She didn't have time for this. She'd already skipped this class a lot this semester and she had the sinking feeling that her professor had started to notice her paltry attendance. She cast her eyes to her phone, checking the time. If she was where she thought she was, she could still make it on time if she moved quickly.
"It can't wait? I have to go."
"Look, you still owe me - Unless, you want me to tell our parents about your late night escapades?"
She rolled her eyes but offered no more protest. By the expression on his face, he knew that he had her. Despite all of her attitude, she couldn't help but feel excited. Did that mean that last time wasn't just a fluke? She'd been thinking about it over and over again since it had happened. God, she hoped he came inside of her again. Her growing lust drowned out her general disgust at the prospect of being fucked in a public bathroom.
He made a circle motion with his fingers, and she complied, turning to face the door. She leaned forward slightly, showing off her heart shaped ass to him. As it was, her plaid skirt was barely long enough to cover her ass and bent over, he could see a hint of her panty covered pussy.
"I'm so fucking happy you wore a skirt today," he said with a groan as he looked her over.
He was on her in an instant, his front to her back and his arms all around her. His hands caressed her ass, pushing up her skirt over her shapely backside. He tugged at her blouse, freeing her perky tits. She gasped as a sharp ripping sound was heard. In his gusto, it seemed as though he'd popped some of the buttons on her blouse. They clattered pathetically onto the linoleum. She pouted, she loved this shirt.
"Sorry about that," he mumbled.
He didn't seem very sorry to her. His hands hadn't stopped fondling her tits since he'd freed them from the devious clutches of her top. His clever fingers rubbed and tugged at her nipples until each rosy bud stood erect. She found she couldn't stay mad at him, not when he was making her feel so good. She shuddered from the contact.
He removed his hand, replacing it with his thick cock. His dick strained through the thin fabric of his athletic shorts, creating a sizable bulge. She placed her hands flat on the door to brace herself as they rocked together. His chest was pressed against her back, one of his arms wrapped around her waist holding her tightly to him.
"Fuck, Jonah. Hurry up. I can't wait much longer."
He laughed in response, amused that her resistance had vanished so quickly. She seemed eager to be rid of him at the start and now she was begging for his cock. He didn't make her wait much longer, pulling her panties to the side, so he could slide in. He eased his cock through her soaked folds, coating himself in her wetness. In one easy thrust, he buried himself to the hilt in her tight channel. She moaned loudly, and he clamped a hand over her mouth.
"Shh, someone's gonna hear you," he told her, his voice low. "Mhmm, maybe that is what you want? You want someone to listen to you get fucked, listen to you whine for your big brothers cock."
He punctuated his words by nipping at her neck with his teeth. Madison moaned and writhed beneath him, cream leaking down her legs. Her brother owned her pussy and they both knew it. She couldn't even find it in herself to feel ashamed, she just didn't want him to stop fucking her. She loved the sensation of him filling her, stretching her, claiming her for himself.