Baby brothers can be so annoying at times. Noisy when you need quiet, intrusive when all you want is a little space, nosy when privacy is a necessity – my little brother was so all that to me. How he got to be something...more, though...well, that's quite a story...
It was wintertime, and where we live, snowfalls measuring in the feet – not inches – are not unusual. People make sure to take their underage kids with them to town or make arrangements; you never know when a sudden storm can move in and sock you in for a week or so. Farms here are few and far between, and no one wants to get stuck on the roads. This being the Christmas season, it was even more likely that major storms could sock in. My brother and I, though, at 20 and 22 were a little too old to worry about babysitting, plus the forecast was for good weather, for a change. So Mom and Dad felt safe enough to go into town to celebrate their anniversary.
"For once, we'll be able to celebrate it on the actual date!" Mom said, giggling, as she and Dad got dressed in their finest. I watched Mom spritz perfume on and was slightly jealous. I'd been feeling restless and, yes, horny lately, and being cooped up in the house was not helping me out any. Factor in the only males nearby were my dad and my brother...yeah, like I was going to get any action! I knew for Mom and Dad it was different, they were a settled married couple and the sex was just different, is all, but still – it was sex. I'd take even settled married sex over nothing at all! But since no one had asked me, I guess I wasn't going to get a choice.
Pretty soon, Mom and Dad drove off and I was left with a lot of empty house...and oh yeah, my brother. Speaking of which, where was he? He was supposed to be helping me fix supper. I started hunting him up. He wasn't in his room, or mine – which was good for him and his continued existence! – not Mom and Dad's room, the kitchen, living room, basement, etc. I searched all over...and then I heard a weird squeak overhead. I pulled down the ladder to the attic and quietly crept up the stairs. I didn't know why, but I got a feeling I'd see something interesting if I snuck up on him.
Boy, did I ever! My little brother was sitting at an old desk, his laptop on top of it, his cock outside his sweatpants, and he was stroking it lovingly while watching something on the screen. I moved into position so I could see what was on the screen. A girl was getting fucked from behind by a guy...and the weird thing was, the guy and the girl kinda looked like my brother and me – build, hair color, stuff like that. It was really turning me on to see that porn on his computer, and I slid my hand down my pants. I tried to rub my clit but my waistband kept getting in the way, so I pulled down my pants and squatted on the floor, not thinking how that would make it hard to move if I had to make a quick getaway. That became important when apparently my brother sensed someone else was in the room as well and spun around.
Suddenly, I realized what kind of situation I was in. My brother was standing upright, his dick hanging out of his pants; I was on the floor, my pants bunched around my ankles and my legs spread, with my hand inside my vaginal slit. If any situation was made for insta-fuck, this was it. And to make matters worse, he had a dick most girls would die to have in them – thick, long, and curved just right. I found my mouth dropping open in shock...and my legs dropping open in heat. Oh my god, was this me? Getting horny for my little brother??
What was even worse, I could tell my brother was getting turned on as well. "Tyler...," I tried to say in a commanding voice, but it came out more a hoarse whisper. I watched as his eyes zeroed in on my pussy, and his prick got bigger. Oh my god, BIGGER??? "Daria...," he whispered back as he crouched down on his knees on the floor in front of me. "Oh wow, it's even prettier than I imagined," he murmured.
