Warning: This story contains incest, lesbian scenes, water sports, group sex, mild bondage and exhibitionism as well as probably half a dozen other fetishes. If any of that upsets you please read no further. All characters in this story are over 18 years of age. Do not practice unprotected sex, always be safe and sleep with people you trust. Now with the boring bit over, on with the story!
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I knelt before my brother's door with my hand in my knickers, diddling myself stupid while I watched him through the gap, whacking off to some blond whore moaning unconvincingly on his PC monitor and it was the most excited I'd ever been. It's not that I found him attractive, he was a slovenly fat slob who couldn't be arsed to do anything, didn't wash enough and spent his entire life playing games or watching porn. But it was the first act of sex that I'd ever witnessed in person. I know I was not attractive either. I liked food too much, I was too shy to talk to anybody and I spent most of my time locked up in my own room reading to escape the reality that I sucked so hard in the real world. If a boy ever looked twice at me I'd probably have had a heart attack from shock. So of course, pathetic eighteen year old virgin that I was, seeing my older brother lamely wank his small dick was a massive turn on. I've watched porn, I knew his cock was not that impressive, but seeing a real one was completely different. It made the possibilities of what a dick could do seem more real.
My fingers sloshed in my cunt as I imagined it was me holding his dick, giving him pleasure, making someone, even if it was my dirty, stinking brother, see me in a sexual way. I'd do it so well he'd be begging for me to make him cum and I'd deny him, make him pleasure me first, I'd have power over him, turn him into my slave. Every day when I came home from school I'd make him eat me out and tease him with the possibility of seeing my boobs. I'd make him wank in front of me and then lick the cum off the floor. One day, after he'd begged enough I might even let him fuck me...
Our parents came home while I was kneeling there, lost in my own world and mum shouted up the stairs.
"Dinner in an hour!"
I fell over trying to get away from the gap in the door of Nick's bedroom as I saw his head turning to answer. I tried desperately not to make any noise as I scrambled back to my room and Nick answered.
"How about you Susi?" Mum called when I failed to respond in reasonable time.
I closed the door as quietly as I could and took a breath before calling out.
"Ok mum."
Once my heart had stopped trying to break out of my rib cage, and I was utterly certain no one was coming to investigate my wild flight, I settled down for the rest of the hour and back into my fantasies about using and abusing my brother.
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It was probably an hour or two after lights out that I woke to a presence in my room. I could tell immediately from the lumbering steps and heavy breathing it was my asthmatic brother.
"What do you want?" I whispered fiercely, turning over to face the shadowy presence.
I felt the mattress shake and shift under his weight as he climbed onto it.
"You were watching me wank, weren't you?" he whispered back. I could feel his breath on my face as he straddled my prone form over the covers.
"What are you doing?" I demanded disentangling my arms from the duvet and trying to push him away.
"Answer me, little bitch," he said, grabbing hold of my wrists and forcing them back above my head.
Nick has always been a bully to me. He's always been stronger, pushed me around physically and emotionally, known what to say to hurt me most. Right now he was intent on making me feel small, and it worked.
"I'll call mum and dad," I warned weakly.
"Do that and you'll never see my cock again."
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I wasn't sure what was stopping me, but the sexual thrill of seeing it earlier had been incredibly powerful. Maybe I didn't want to lose that, or maybe I was scared that Nick would tell our parents I'd been spying. Instead I closed my mouth and said nothing.
I could almost feel Nick smirking.
"So my fat little bitch of a sister is so desperate for cock she will do anything to see one." The words were hurtful, but my twat juiced up at them all the same.
"That's not..." I started, but Nick interrupted me.
"So you're saying you don't want to see it again?" He paused and I failed to answer. "Didn't think so."
I felt his weight shift again, he let go of my wrists and started to shuffle up my torso. I was starting to be able to smell the musky unwashed scent of his groin, and it was making me short of breath. I felt heat building in my cheeks and my cunt became even damper. Was he going to show it to me, was he going to wank for me? I wished I had my arms free to masturbate myself, but they were trapped above my head now by his legs which were either side of my head.
My eyes had adjusted to the dimness of the room and now I could see he was wearing boxers with a slit down the front, mere inches away from my face.
"Do you want to see it?" His whispered question sounded pretty forceful. I opened my mouth, but didn't know what to say. Admitting that I did would be a huge and terrifying thing. But then I would get to see it up close and that was something I really did want. I settled for trying to nod. He pretended innocence.
"I didn't hear you, do you want to see it?" I gritted my teeth. This was how he was going to play it? My heart was thumping in my chest. This was so exciting, and I really did want to see it. I'd never been so close to a grown man's privates. No guy had ever shown the remotest interest in me. Could I give up this chance? Would I, so fat and unattractive as I was, get another?
