How can I begin to describe my big brother? He's tall and oh, so handsome, but that doesn't even start to describe how I feel about him. He makes me stop breathing when he looks at me, my heart stops beating, my mouth goes dry and I can't speak because I'm so in love with him.
Now before you say I'm being a silly girl, I'm not the teenager you might think I am. I won't see thirty again, but have never had a relationship with a boy, or man for that matter. Most of my friends think I'm gay because I don't date men. How wrong are they?
Every night I lay in bed thinking about being made passionate love to. Certainly not by that good looking bloke at work, who all the other women think looks like Brad Pitt. No ... my fantasy lover is my brother.
Unfortunately, however, that's only in my head. He's married to this strange woman who bosses him around like he's a child. Yes, she's good looking and sexy in a common sort of way. She wears short skirts and very low tops showing her assets off for all the world to see.
Last year on holiday she went topless on the beach. The photos looked like something out of a porn magazine showing the world her big rather saggy tits, and that bikini which was more like a string than anything else, covering only the very smallest portion of her slightly obese body.
I know I sound bitter and twisted but I just can't help it. She has taken the most wonderful man away from me. He spent so much time with me before he met her, I should be happy for him; but I know it will end in disaster.
All the above was over a year ago. I was right of course, it ended in disaster. She went off with another man who had more money and, according to rumour, a bigger thingy. But the good news is that Mike came home. He had lost everything. She had taken him to the cleaners. Even his new car had to go as she wanted shares in that as well. She got the house and most of his hard earned cash, leaving him broke and very sad because he really loved her. Poor Mike! He has no idea about women.
But there is an upside to this sad story. I had Mike back where he belonged, in our home, in the next bedroom to mine. Now, I wondered, how could I demolish that wall separating us every night? While I frigged myself with my fingers I knew he would be doing something similar in the next room.
Several ideas came and went. All of them seemed quite plausible at first, but then as the reality hit me each idea faded into obscurity. Nothing seemed to work. All my bright schemes ended up in the waste basket of my mind. What could I do to get him to realise his biggest fan was only a few feet away?
We went out together, me taking so much more pride and care in my appearance. Even my mum noticed how I had, as she put it 'smartened myself up lately'. I bought a whole new wardrobe to make him proud of his little sister.
As the summer came, we spent as much time as possible at the beach. I had my own car and I shared it with Mike, telling him he could borrow it anytime he liked. So, as he loved driving, he took the wheel most times we went out.
I sat in the passenger seat letting my skirt ride up as much as I dare, trying to get him to notice my trim sexy legs. My tops got lower, giving him glimpses of my swelling bust and more cleavage than ever before.
One sunny Sunday afternoon we ended up at the local beach. It was quiet, not many other people about. We walked down to the sea, taking off our shoes and paddling in the surf as it rolled up on to the sand. We walked for miles until we were the only people in sight.
Now shall I tell the truth or pretend it was an accident? I tripped and fell full length into the water, soaking my clothes. My top was thin white cotton. It became transparent instantly as I had not put a bra on today, because I had planned the whole thing.
Mike helped me to my feet, his eyes glued to my tits. My nipples we poking through the material like little bullets; the cool water hadn't diminished their state of arousal in the slightest.
"What the hell are you going to do?" he asked. "You are wet from head to toe." I grinned and said my toes were wet to start with. He smiled at my feeble attempt at humour. I suggested we go into the dunes and dry my clothes off as best we could.
I knew this area like the back of my hand as I had walked these beaches so many times. There was a little cove in the dunes just right for my intentions. I led him like a lamb to slaughter, asking him how I could get my clothes dry while wearing them. I knew the only answer was to take them off.
When we were secluded in the cove, he said "I'll look away while you get those wet things off," and he turned to look out to sea. I slipped off my shirt, the sea breeze tingling my naked nipples. Then my skirt, followed by my last item of clothing - a tiny thong I had bought only yesterday with this in mind.
I called to him, asking him to hang my wet things out to dry. He turned, and the look on his face, as I handed him the few items I had been wearing, said it all. He liked what he saw, and, from the reaction in his shorts, he liked it a lot.
He carefully arranged my clothes on the marram grass tufts, to allow the air to get all around them, drying them as quickly as possible. He was almost reverent as he tried to hang those tiny panties on the grass. He seemed fascinated by the silk and the texture of the tiny piece of material - not that I cared if they ever got dry. I wanted him to see me naked to whet his appetite make him want my body as much as I wanted his. At last he finished and said, over his shoulder, "I would like to go for a walk but don't want to leave you here alone, not undressed as you are. It might be dangerous."
"Don't be shy," I replied, "come and sit on the sand with me." I stretched out full length, letting my legs open just enough to show him my neatly shaven pussy. If this didn't work nothing would. I put my hands behind my head, pulling my titties taught, making sure he could see me in my full glory.
He turned towards me and said, "Bloody hell Chrissie, I didn't know you were so beautiful. You look fantastic." He stood there, taking in my assets .... and the bulge in his shorts told me how much he wanted me.
I patted the sand beside me, saying, "Come and sit here." He hesitantly came and sat beside me, almost touching me. How could he resist my wanton nakedness? He tried so hard not to look, but his male instinct took over. He couldn't drag his eyes off looking at my body.
I deliberately squirmed around a little just to make myself more enticing. This was a one-off thing I did to make it work. There is no way I could ever do this again and make it look accidental, so I had to do everything I could right here and now to make him loose control.
Despite my thirty-something years I had taken very good care of myself, working out and going jogging quite regularly. I also swam at least twice a week. Whilst that first flush of youth had left, the remains were not bad. Do I sound conceited? Sorry I don't mean to but I thought you should know what I was tempting my big brother with.
