I had not seen my older brother, Johnny, in over thirteen years.
We had different mothers and Johnny had been living in California with his while I was thousands of miles away in London. In fact I could barely remember him. I was five or six the last time I'd seen him and could not even recall his face.
I was very pleasantly surprised when he turned up on our doorstep, after giving my parents' a days' notice that he was in the UK on business and was going to pop in. I'd heard earlier whispers from them that the real reason he was coming was for money, or that he was in some kind of trouble. Whatever the reason, he seemed genuinely happy to see us. Besides, the petty details washed over my head as I was distracted by his unavoidable good looks.
As we sat in the living room as a family making small talk about how hot the weather was in L.A and how nice the beaches were, I found my eyes drawn to him. He was twelve years older than me and had blossomed into an attractive young man. With his perfect shoulder length blonde hair hanging over his shoulders, he reminded me of the sorts of hot L.A guys you only saw on TV. I pictured him on a sandy beach in a tight pair of swimming trunks.
He felt my gaze on him and turned his head to look at me. I abruptly and awkwardly looked away, worried that somehow he would know that I was checking him out. I kept quiet for the remainder of the evening pretending to be busy on my laptop with college work and at the earliest opportunity (not too early so it would look weird) I told the family I was getting an early night and headed upstairs.
After a long hot shower, I retreated to my bedroom and slipped on a comfy oversized grey T-shirt that I wore as a nightdress.
Hours passed and my restless mind was dragged into the early hours of the morning. I had heard my family come up a while ago but I could not sleep a wink. My mind was racing with thoughts of Johnny in the next room.
Inappropriate thoughts for a sister to have for her brother... I wondered if he slept naked and what did his body look like underneath those designer clothes of his? And did he know that I was thinking about him? Oh god, I had thought about nothing else since he had turned up. Why was I so crude? At the tender age of eighteen, I was desperate to lose my virginity so sex was often on my mind. Something told me that my desires would be welcomed, like a strange sort of intuition. I was sure I had caught him giving me the eye right back... I wasn't imagining it.
But why did I want him so much? Yes, he was my brother but we had not seen each other since I was a young child so he did not feel like a relation. Other than that, there was no rational explanation for my deep feelings of lust. I questioned my sanity. Was I really that desperate to pop my cherry? But something about the forbidden fruit was a turn on.
I slid my hand inside my sleep-shirt, over my black Hello Kitty underwear. On running my fingers along the exterior of the gusset, I found I had already soaked right through. With the help of the vibrator hidden in my jewellery box, I would be in the throws of orgasm within minutes.
It was a small bullet that made minimal noise. If I pulled my thick duvet over myself, it muffled the sound perfectly. With a few clicks of a button to crank the vibration up to the max, I was on my way.
My body's instincts were betraying my rational thoughts as my chest rapidly rose and fell. Despite my mind telling me it was wrong, my strong overwhelming feminine desires screamed: get his dick inside you! But for now, my toy would have to suffice.
I brought my knees up as I circled my clit, slowly at first to find the exact nerves that would bring me to climax. I knew where to find the sweet spot, I had had enough practice. I could make myself cum several times in a very short space of time. I may have been a virgin but I was very tuned in to my sexuality. All I needed was a man to expand on that.
The build up was quick, my body tensed and an orgasm ripped through my body so ferocious that I could not silence a squeal escaping me. I clasped my hand over my mouth but it was too late. I prayed that nobody had heard but all that was separating my room and Johnny's was a paper thin wall. All I could do was hope that he had succumbed to the jet-lag and fallen asleep.
I was so wet between my legs, I had to clean myself up so I got out of bed and padded to the bathroom, keeping my legs parted slightly to keep my sopping moisture from spreading to my inner thighs.
It was 2am, the house was still and silent. I passed Johnny's room on the landing, being careful to avoid the creaky floorboard on the way. Once inside, I wiped myself clean of the slime (although I was still moist internally) and tossed my soaked knickers into the laundry basket.
I opened the door to return to my room and gasped. Before me was Johnny... dressed in nothing more than a tight fitting pair of pink boxers that left very little to the imagination. I hadn't even heard his bedroom door open or the tell tale creaky floorboard. My heart fluttered and my eyes darted around for something to focus on other than the outline of his cock.
"What are you doing?" I blurted out in a whisper, only realising how stupid the question was after the words had left my lips.
"Waiting to use the bathroom. What are you doing?" Johnny gave a cheeky grin and raised his studded eyebrow.
"Going to bed," I kept my eyes to the floor and clumsily rushed past him knowing full well that he had heard me a few minutes earlier - the tone in his voice said so.
I climbed back into my bed awash with embarrassment and curled into the foetal position. My only comfort was that he could not have possibly known that I was thinking about him while I masturbated. I closed my eyes - it was time for sleep. Regrettably, I had an early start for college in a mere four hours.
Sleep did not have the chance to find me before Johnny did. I heard the sound of the door brushing along the carpet and his soft footsteps creeping towards my bed. What could he possibly want? I had a pretty good idea as he slipped under the covers behind me. I froze. Not with fear but with shock. His floppy blonde hair brushed along my neck as he whispered in my ear,
"Good evening Grace."
His breath was warm against my skin. His L.A accent sounded so alien to me yet so hot... I said nothing and remained curled up on my side with my back to him. It crossed my mind that perhaps I was dreaming. If I looked at him or spoke out loud, I would wake and this perfect illusion would shatter.
"You feel it too don't you?" he continued bringing his face closer to mine. "The attraction?"
I nodded nervously. It was a relief that I was not alone in my fierce desires.
"So you don't mind me doing this?"
I quivered a little in anticipation at his palm travelling down my side and resting on my hip.
"This is OK for you?"
Again, I nodded...with a shiver. His soft lips touched my neck as he planted a kiss on me. At first, it was a soft peck then he extended his tongue to crudely lick me. The subtle shiver morphed into a full body shudder and a twitch of my labia that of course, Johnny noticed.
"I'll take that as a yes," he smiled lifting my nightshirt up.
I parted my legs to allow his wandering hand in to stroke my shaven pussy from behind.
"Oh my god, you are soaking!" he gasped in surprise.
My face heated up with embarrassment but he reassured me with another kiss and seductively whispered, "It's OK. I like it. Aren't you going to turn around and give me a kiss?"
