I deliberately tried on my newest, skimpiest, string bikini in front of the full length mirror in my bedroom that hot Saturday morning in June, leaving the door to my room completely open, knowing that my brother Brad would have to see me modeling on his way to the shower at the end of the hall. He was just 18 at the time, I was 21, and back from college graduation. I was living at home and looking for a permanent job. Brad had his usual summer job at the beach as a lifeguard.
There were just the two of us at home, both parents were working.
So much had changed in our bodies and minds over the last few years. My baby brother had turned into quite a fox: cute, muscular, and with just a touch of shyness which really turned me on. I was used to the bold and crude guys, but they didn't get my motor running as much as the guys with a touch of softness in them.
Whenever I felt up my pussy and clit, masturbating and fantasizing about ideal guys, they were always the sweet ones who needed a little prodding and would then come on like lions once they were aroused and their cocks were throbbing for release, deep inside my sugar walls.
This bathing suit had the newest push-up top, and it was really pulled tight across my boobies, showing lots of warm, inviting flesh.
Practically all that was covered were my nipples. I know nothing which gets the average guy sexually aroused faster than a look at some deep, soft, tempting cleavage, and it was my intention this morning to seduce Brad, the young hunk who was also my brother.
I had seen him earlier in the week going to work, and the outline of his cock and ass in his tight bottoms looked just luscious. It didn't take me more than a minute to decide right there that I'd have to have him off.
I had been feeling myself up all night, playing with my wet pussy, drifting off to sleep, and then awakening again with my hand in my slit, thinking of what I'd do with that body of his once I got him into my bed, and masturbating some more. I'd begin playing with myself right there in the right places, imagining his nice young cock pumping me good. It was so intense! And when I finally fell asleep it was his cock that I dreamt about.
I turned to face him just as he was going by the door to my room.
"Hi, Brad," I said in my softest, cheeriest, and most playful and seductive voice.
He paused, looked in, and smiled when he saw me in my barely dressed bikini.
"Hi, Julee, what's up? Wow, you're looking good in that."
I smiled back, and replied, "Really? Thanks. You're sweet." I beamed at him. "Can I ask you a question? Come in," I said, gesturing to the upholstered chair sitting in front of the mirror.
He did come in and sat right down. When I stood by him, his face was at the same level as my crotch. I was creaming already, and I hoped he got a strong whiff of my woman's excitement, the most powerful and natural aphrodisiac known to man. You can usually tell by looking for the telltale, subtle flare in a guy's nostrils that he's picked up your scent. From then on, he's usually putty in your hands and you can have him any way you like. Young guys are such predictable slaves to their sexual needs and hungry, insatiable cocks.
He was looking appreciatively at the mounds of flesh beneath my bikini top. The poor thing. As a normal guy, he couldn't help it, even if I was his sister.
"What cha doin' today?" I asked.
"Oh, going to work this afternoon. Down at the beach, you know."
"Uh, huh. Have a date tonight?"