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Night fell at the house and I soon found myself preparing for bed. Looking in the mirror and brushing my hair, I was excited that tomorrow was Friday, the last day of school for the week! My parents had left early this morning, going away until that following Tuesday for their anniversary. I'm surprised that I didn't skip class this morning, even with my big brother playing back-up father for the time being. Speaking of whom, he had just walked into my room. I greeted him with a sweet smile.
"Hey Brandon...what's up?" I said. When he gave me a curious smile, that's when I remembered; I was wearing a transparent lace robe with just my silky undergarments beneath them. Giving him a little show, I remained still, making no moves to cover up. This made him somewhat uncomfortable, looking down to the ground. Momentarily, I gave him a long look, loving that he was topless with some track pants on. He was about 6'5" and a very tall drink of water; I couldn't help that I was thirsty.
"I'll be dropping you off at school tomorrow. When does your class start?" he asked, looking at me again.
I leaned onto the dresser, feeling a breeze on my chest. "Ten o'clock." It seemed as though he was trying to look, but instead turned around, and that made me smile inside.
"Okay. Well, I'll see you in the morning." He said. Just when he was about to leave, I called out to him. I couldn't contain a coherent thought as I walked forward, nearly losing my mind at the sight of his half-naked body and all of those muscles as he turned back to me...
"Yes, sis?" he inquired. I gave him a tight hug, pressing my chest against his, my heart pounding, my body tingling, my nipples hard. I heard him take in a breath as he wrapped his arms around me, his hand caressing my back. Feeling his muscles tighten and hearing his breaths deepen, I looked up into his chocolate brown eyes, quickly resisting the urge to kiss his juicy lips. I almost came standing there, realizing that Brandon was not only my big brother, but he was a man. His chiseled facial features sharpened, his jaw taut and his nostrils flared.
"Thanks for taking care of me while Mom and Dad are gone. I appreciate it." I said. His eyes softened, perhaps in awe that I looked up to him and admired him so much. I really wanted to reach up and caress the rough facial hair that I had grown to adore so much, but I suppressed my needs once more.
"I'm supposed to take care and look out for you. I wouldn't be your big brother if I didn't." he said, hugging me tighter. I smiled.
"That's true. You are an amazing brother. I love you." I said, the sincerity flowing from my lips. He leaned down, kissing my forehead, nearly causing my knees to go weak.
"I love you too. Goodnight." He said, letting me go. I watched him walk off, closing my door behind him. I walked over to the bed, fell back on the pillows, and sighed.
He'd grown up so fast. Back when I was nine years old my mother had long been unable to conceive, tying her tubes after she had me, and she wanted to adopt. Skipping right through the young children, she adopted Brandon when he was eleven. At first, he was shy, but we soon began to fight like children should. I could remember fighting about sharing toys and how we would never be able to watch what either wanted to watch on TV. Sometimes we would roll around on the grass in the backyard, or even play house. Everything changed when we became teenagers.
In high school, Brandon had always dreamed of playing football, so he tried out. He got onto the Varsity team at the beginning of his junior year, becoming an athlete. He also became the talk of my classes, all the freshman girls asking me things about him. I smiled, watching him swoon the ladies with his deep toned voice and athletic body. I was not only proud, but also secretly attracted because I knew deep down that living with him would always get me that upper hand. As time went on, I finally began to develop those strong womanly features. Besides having long brown hair and gray eyes, I loved my pouty lips and button nose. I quickly developed breasts that were too big for a B cup but not big enough for a C, loving them nonetheless. I was also an athlete sprinter on the track team, giving me my awesome toned stomach, butt and long, killer legs.
Up until the time he graduated, I would write tons of diary entries about him, wondering if he thought about me. I was glad that he wasn't going far for college, being able to stay at home and commute to campus like he'd actually wanted to do. He wouldn't be far from me, and I liked that. But it was when I became a senior in high school that I confirmed he had eyes for me.
When I turned seventeen, I would go out and lay by the pool in my bikini. He would come around a lot, despite his college demands, pretending to be saying something interesting to just get a chance to look at me. I'd caught him with tented shorts plenty of times as he ran off, trying to hide it. I secretly wondered what his cock would feel like in my hand...or even better, what it would feel like to have sex with him.
Through the course of high school I'd had a few boyfriends...our relationships inevitably unsuccessful every time. I'd even lost my virginity, but those guys were jerks. And when I'd come home crying, from an argument or a break-up, Brandon would always be there, holding me in his arms. Sometimes, he would be hard while he was holding me. I wondered if those kinds of situations began his fantasies about me...
