My name is Britney, I had just turned 18, graduated High School, and was getting ready to head off to College. My future was fairly mapped out, or so I thought...
I have an older brother, Alex, who has been in the Marines and in Afghanistan for the past 6 years. I was 12 the last time we saw each other. Growing up we were very close. We always referred to the other as our "best friend". Needless to say, I was extremely happy to hear that he was coming home about the same time as my graduation.
We live in Florida near the coast, so I take full advantage of the free rays and hit the beach as often as I can. Looks here are very important. I'm not superficial at all, but I try to stay looking my best. I run 5 miles a day, eat right, and do lots of Yoga. My body started developing shortly after Alex was shipped out. I'm not the skinny, short, shapeless little girl he remembered. In fact, I don't look anything like I used to. I'm 5'8", 109lbs, light red hair, dark tan, with a swimmers body. And for the guys reading this, I'm a full b-cup... I wondered if Alex would even know who I was when he saw me again. Sure he's seen pictures, but nothing very recent.
Graduation was to be in 2 days and Alex was coming home tonight. A very exciting sequence of events were unfolding in my life. My parents were planning two parties. A welcome home for Alex and Graduation for me two days later. Everything was set and was awaiting Alex's flight. We first got word that the flight was delayed due to bad weather, then, delayed again. We weren't even sure if it was coming that night or not. My Mom and I were very upset. It was getting late so we went home and Dad stayed behind at the Airport to wait for him.
I woke up a little after 4 to use the bathroom. As I walked into the hallway, I saw all of Alex's things on the floor. HE WAS HERE!!! I ran to his room, flew open the door and jumped on him. He woke up very startled as I was hugging him with all my might, which was now difficult. The Marines had turned my chubby, older brother in to a buff, lean stud. I was not expecting that. Once he gained conciseness, he smiled big and hugged me back. I had forgotten how good looking he was. I was reminded very quickly by his now chiseled features. We sat there talking for an hour then I gave him another hug before letting him go back to sleep. He promised we'd spend the whole day together in the morning.
I woke up early to go for a run and hit the gym so I could maximize my time with Alex. I put on my sports bra and running shorts and headed downstairs. When I got to the kitchen I found Alex having a cup of coffee.
"What are you doing up so early?!?!" I asked him.
"I've been in the military for 6 years, I'm used to being up this early" he said with a smirk. Alex was always a smart ass. "Looks like you're going to Church", he said. Yet another example of his quick wit.
"Confession, actually", I fired back with some wit of my own.
"Like you'd have anything to confess. Did you forget to clean your room or was it much worse, like drinking straight from the milk carton?" Told you he was a smart ass.
"I am not the innocent little girl you remember, big 'brother. There have been a lot of changes since you've left."
"I can see", he said, as he took me by the arm and spun me around. "Where did you get this ass, and those hooters?" Well done, Mom and Dad!"
As he was asking about my "ass", as he so eloquently referred to it, he smacked it which was accompanied by a loud crack. His words and forwardness made me a little uncomfortable. I dismissed it as this is how soldiers act. And of course, he didn't mean anything by it, he's my brother!
"Thank you", I said with some hesitation. I quickly changed the tense air by saying, "I'm going to go for a run so we can spend the day together, as you promised!" I was looking forward to hanging with him since we haven't seen each other in so long. During my run, I was filled with emotions. I kept thinking about Alex smacking me on the rear. My initial reaction was to be offended. After all, no body has ever done that to me before. I've never even been spanked by my parents. On the other hand, as much as I was embarrassed to admit it, the action kind of aroused me. What the hell was wrong with me?!?!?! Did I actually enjoy my brother slapping my ass??? It was beyond wrong.
I got back home around 7am, and my parents were having breakfast with Alex. They were talking about his surprise welcome home party that was ruined by the delayed flight. Alex told tem that he appreciated the effort but didn't want anyone to make a fuss over his return.
"Besides, this weekend is about my beautiful baby sister graduating and starting a new chapter in her life", he said proudly with strong conviction. His words almost brought me to tears. After all, he's been the one risking his life for 6 years so I could have the opportunity to start a new life chapter.
I wrapped my arms around his firm chest and back, squeezed tightly, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and softly said, "thank you, I love you." I felt the bulge in his pants become more pronounced. It should have startled me, but again, I dismissed it as loneliness from years of neglect. He quickly escaped my embrace and went back to breakfast. Did I now cross a line? Why did he react that way?
I excused myself to go get cleaned up. I stepped out of the shower to the sound of my parent's car leaving the garage. Surely, Alex didn't go with them. I opened the door, suck out my head, and yelled, "Alex?" There was no response. "I'm sure they won't be long", I thought to myself. I opened the bathroom door all the way to vent the steam. Standing there in nothing but my towel and still dripping, I started to think about Alex getting aroused during our hug. This actually got me turned on. I've done a few things with boys but never all the way. And none of them looked anything like my brother. Alex is very handsome. 6'1", 220lbs, ripped body, from what I could tell through clothing, and deep blue eyes. He is enough to make any woman swoon, including me. Thinking about Alex's erection, I started to get very turned on. I justified my attraction to Alex by the fact he'd been gone for 6 years and didn't look anything like the brother I'd remembered.
Having the house to myself, I took full advantage of this rare opportunity. I went to my room and closed the door most of the way leaving it cracked only to hear when they return. I pulled the towel loose and let it fall to the floor, laid down on my bed, opened my legs, and closed my eyes. My bed strategically faced the door so I could have a good vantage point to the hall. This served me well over the years. I immediately started thinking about Alex in a way that shocked me, but it was too erotic to ignore. I rapidly became wet at the thought of my brother's hard member pushing into my tummy during our embrace, and thought of how good he would feel inside me. I started saying his name quietly, as if I would get caught. Suddenly I remembered that I was the only one there and became more audible. I was reaching orgasm very fast. Hearing the floor in the hallway squeak immediately broke my concentration. It was Alex, standing right outside my door, his shorts open, dick in hand, and stroking it feverishly. I must have been too lost in my moment to hear him coming up the stairs.
"Oh my God, Alex?!?!? I screamed, What are you doing?!?!?", as I jerked the covers over myself.
"The same thing you are, getting off!" he snapped.