More than anything at that moment, I wanted to be the naked girl in the picture, my cunny open and exposed, my nipples ripe and erect — all of me the driving force of a guy's pleasure as he played with himself and made himself cum...
At the summer house, I've always had to share a bedroom with my older brother, Benjamin. We ran in and out of there totally naked as children, but that stopped
cold
when adolescence hit. We became like an old Shaker couple, barely looking at each other.
Now that I was 18, however, another change had come over us. I was no longer a virgin, for one thing — with several cute guys under my belt. Though few as handsome as my brother, I must say.
Okay, so I'll admit it up front: which is, that nothing — but
nothing
! — turns me on like a guy checking out my body. So I'd get changed in front of my brother because I knew he was doing just that, although he masked his ogling as a form of impishness: I'd yell at him for taking pictures of me with his phone when I was pulling up my white cotton bikini panties after a shower — but I was actually secretly thrilled by his interest and I have to admit I let him see me nude a lot.
I even outright posed for him once, while pulling up my panties, pausing them at mid-thigh, a big smile on my face as Bro snapped away. I was rocking my hips to give him different angles on my all-bare-there — I had just shaved Kitty in the shower, which meant that I had just masturbated Kitty in the shower, since I can't do the one without doing the other. I maintain a
very
smooth kitty!
Anyway, on this particular holiday up in the country it had been raining for days, and we were stuck inside the cottage with Mom and Dad — who seemed to be doing
a lot
of fucking, to pass the time. Fine if you've got it!
I like to read so it was no problem for me to hang out in the attic all afternoon. Ben came in and said he was going nuts, waiting for the rain to let up. He flopped down onto his bed, which was not quite parallel with mine because the roof line bumped his bed more forward into the room. So I had a view of all of him but he'd have to tilt his head back to look at me.
It was humid and warm so I was only wearing my usual cotton panties and a tank top. I have small breasts, unrequiring of a bra, except for the fact that my nipples are large and distinct and always sticking out. I like how they look through the thin fabric of my tank top — I like even more how Daddy and Bro are always stealing glances at them.
Mom has "stopped battling" me about what I wear around the house — and not only in the country but also in our city flat, in a grand old building erected during the outer swellings of some previous century's economic bubble. The place is steam-heated, to this day, to an equatorial temperature. So be it January or July, this is how you will find me at home: tank top for my titties, panties for my kitty.
I know how much Daddy checks me out, so Mom should thank me, really, since she gets
a lot
of good fucking from Daddy — I think as a direct consequence of my always being "barely dressed"
hee hee
.
Anyway, back to that rainy afternoon in the country! So I'm on my bed, my brother is on his, when all of a sudden Ben hops up and peels off his tee shirt. His lean well-muscled chest was beaded with perspiration. Then he took off his shorts, so that he was now wearing only a pair of fitted boxers.
Oh, fuck me! The bulge on that boy!
He lay back down on his bed and started idly thumbing through pictures of girls on his phone with his left hand, his right hand brushing beneath the band of his boxers.
This had been going on for several minutes and I was thinking of returning to the story I'd been reading when all of a sudden Ben lifted his butt up off the bed and whisked his underpants down to his ankles. When he did this, his long thick dick and big balls came tumbling out.
Ben had gotten comfortable masturbating with me in the room some time ago, actually — but only at bedtime, when I could hear him but not see him. I found this incredibly frustrating, especially when I was quietly strumming my cunny, listening intently to my brother's every muffled gasp and groan and to the slick
thwack
ing sound of a hand beating a penis. Now it was the daytime, I could see
everything
, and I was
fascinated
!!
Totally ignoring me, Bro started to oh-so-casually play with his cock. It was wobbly, not yet fully hard, but a bead of clear precum had already formed at the slit. The bead grew in size — quivering tenuously, amazingly, at the tip of my brother's dick.
He dabbed it with his thumb and pulled up a long strand of precum, which he then rubbed around his swollen purplish cockhead, making it glisten in the diffuse light of this overcast afternoon. The shaft of my brother's hard penis was a deep red, like the inside of a brick; his balls were more pinkish, and as all-bare-there as my pussy.
Interesting!
I reflected.
Bro keeps his balls eminently lickable.
Looking back, I see this precise moment as the turning point for me, in terms of what was to follow — having this item of important new information about my cute brother.
Suddenly I am salivating, as I imagine slathering my tongue along my big brother's neat pink nutsack. Then I am taking each tender rolling testicle and coddling it in turn in the heat of my mouth.
While all these images were flashing, uncontrolled, if not unbidden, through my mind, my brother was still merely toying with his penis. But it was very hard now, twitching with his heartbeat, standing full erect.
At last he began to jerk off properly vigorously — but keeping it to long, even strokes. His slim hips were gyrating, as if helping to position his dick so that his hand could spank it for the maximal possible pleasure.
Every now and again he'd simply stop — pause the action — while he looked for a particular picture on his phone. Then he'd start up again, unhurriedly playing with his dick, just enjoying himself.
As for me, I couldn't take my eyes off my brother. My white cotton panties were now thoroughly soaked at the crotch, the material there gone visibly grey with my juices.
My nipples were so popped up they dragged painfully against my tight thin tank top as I (barely) breathed: I was trying to be silent so as not to break the spell of my brother's openly masturbating in front of me — masturbating as if I weren't there, just a few feet away from his own naked display!
Ben started moaning quietly as he got more into his frig. A pattern developed. His hand would be jerking his penis faster and faster, and then the pause for edging: he'd stop momentarily and toy with his dick, weighing its heft in his hand or grabbing it at the base and squeezing, just letting it waggle around.
A steady stream of precum was oozing out of his jizz-slit and some of it dribbled like a gossamer thread onto his tummy as he clenched his cock in his fist, just above his balls.
Despite the tightness of his scrotum, my brother's big balls were rolling around as if of their own volition, obviously aching to release all the millions upon millions of little spermies they were always manufacturing.
Ben never looked back to me on my bed. I'd long since tossed aside the story I'd been reading on my own phone. My hands were clamped to my thighs. I was willing my fingers to resist traveling up my crunching tummy so that they might touch and tug my so-needy nipples.
But this business of keeping my hands out of play, so to speak, had the unintended effect of crushing my pussy even tighter between my thigh muscles — my hands were pushing my thighs in a pattern of squeeze-and-release, squeeze-and-release. It felt amazing!
So, yes, I was masturbating, too — in my way. While not acknowledging it. Much as my brother wasn't acknowledging me. But he just
had
to be aware he was putting on a show for me, and it was turning me on to think how he was turning himself on by being so brazen.
Because it was an amazing moment: Except for the boxers bunched at his feet, my brother was totally nude and playing with himself in front of his little sister!
I drank it all in: the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing got heavier, the flexing of his arm muscles as he pumped his dick, the way his thigh muscles flexed also — wholly in response to what his hand was doing to his penis.
I liked the way his open legs kicked and twitched, the way his feet shuffled involuntarily, turning and twisting the jumble of his pulled-down underpants at his ankles.
But most of all I drank in the sight of my brother's beautiful penis — hard, huge, proud, and at last being jerked firmly and ferociously.
Ben had settled on a picture of a girl who had a figure very much like my own, I couldn't help but observe with a rush that I felt from my clit to my throat: she was slim and small-breasted, and with the same disproportionately large and prominent nipples. Also like me, she had a flat well-defined tummy and an all-bare-there pussy with plump labia — all the plumper when sexually excited!
The girl was sitting with her legs parted, a giant grin on her pretty freckled face, grey-blue eyes twinkling merrily — as if in acknowledgment of all the handsome boys like my brother, jerking off while gazing upon her nudity.
Benjy really liked this girl! He flipped among several pictures of her, including one where she was on her tummy — butt-up, head down, peering over a slender shoulder, coolly regarding the camera. Her hand clasped her ass cheek, her thumb tugging sidewards the dark triangle of pink flesh that defined her pucker. It was like she was saying to my brother: "Here. Fuck me
here
. I want your big dick thrusting deep into my ass."
My own butthole tingled. I'm still a virgin there. I often play with my ass when I masturbate, and I'm thinking of asking Mom to order me a dildo from her catalog. We're very open with each other about sex and masturbation, my mom and me, and we often skinny dip together in the conservatory hot tub, jilling via the jets while trying to keep a coherent conversation going at the same time.
If I gave the impression earlier that Mom is some sort of prude: far from it! She just doesn't like my "flaunting how pretty you are, Katie — the world will acknowledge this without your
stripping
for it."
But I
wanted
to strip for the world! I
desired
to flaunt it! And more than anything at that moment, alone with my brother in our cozy room, I wanted a boy to look at pictures of me while he masturbated. I wanted to be naked, my cunny open and exposed, my nipples ripe and erect — all of me the driving force of a guy's pleasure as he played with himself and made himself cum.
My brother was really jerking it hard now! The wet slapping sound of his hand on his cock reverberated about the tiny room at the top of the cottage under the slanting rain-pummelled roof.
