This my third story I’ve ever written, so be kind to me!
It shouldn’t have been such a surprise that what had happened, happened. I had only just turned eighteen and contrary to all believe I was still a virgin. I didn’t act or look like it though; before I had been quite conservative in my means of dress and behaviour but not now. I went around in skimpy little skirts and tiny tops and flirted outrageously with every man to come within a 5 metre radius of me. So really it was unsurprising that my big brother had noticed this changed in his baby sister. I know that he looked at me sometimes with more than brotherly love in his eyes and instead of feeling intimidated or afraid, I was intrigued but I never wanted him to look at me more like this. Never in my short eighteen years did I ever expect what would happen, nor did I expect the out come to be so life changing.
It was in the July of my eighteenth year that we went on a last family holiday ever. I was fairly excited but (as you do when you’ve just become an adult) I was trying to act like I wasn’t bothered by where we were going. We were heading for the New Forest and I loved it there. The woods were always gorgeous and the ponies that run freely there are just so adorable! As a special treat, as my brother had turned 21 that year and I had turned 18, we were going to stay in a bed and breakfast rather than our smelly old tent. The B&B was lovely. The rooms were perfect, the beds (double in each room) were perfect and the on-suite bathrooms were perfect. The only un-perfect thing about the whole place was the fact I’d have to share a room with my brother. Something he wasn’t too keen on either. But unfortunately we couldn’t do anything about it as our parents couldn’t afford another room. They had at least been kind enough to make sure we both had a double bed.
The first few days of our holiday went by peacefully, except for one thing. I had decided, even before we had left home, that I would get my brother back for all the naughty looks he had been bestowing on me when he thought I wasn’t looking. I made it my mission to wear my skimpiest clothing and flash my long smooth legs and my cleavage to him as much as possible. It was working out quite well. By the third day I noticed that he was definitely looking uncomfortable by the way I kept leaping from the bathroom in just a tiny towel and then dressing into even tinier clothes. He always seemed to look at me then look away quickly, only to look at me again. When we went to the beach I managed to attract the attention of some of the local lads but, strangely, my brother was always there to make sure none of these boys didn’t step out of line.
Finally on the fourth night he cracked. Our parents had gone out for a romantic meal and we were just staying in watching some TV. I was lying on my bed in just my night dress. The way I was laying had caused it to ride up my thighs and was resting just below my ass cheeks. It must have been the sight of my perfect ass very nearly exposed that drove him over the edge. He came into our room from the bathroom and just stood stock still. I hadn’t noticed him and it fidgeted a little which caused my night dress to go up over my ass and expose it in all its naked glory. With a low growl, my brother pounced on me and flipped me onto my back!
I squealed and tried to fight him off but soon enough he had my hands pinned in one of his big ones and my legs pinned under his thighs.
“Little whore!” he growled at me as he ripped my night dress from my wildly thrashing body. “I know why you were doing this! You’re just begging to be fucked aren’t you! That’s why you dress like that, that’s why you tease every man you meet! You’re just a whore who wants to be fucked!”
