Scarlett was crushed. Her boyfriend of three years had dumped her two weeks before for some girl barely out of high school. She'd thought she was in love, but he'd destroyed that. The past weeks had been a storm of emotions. She offered to come stay at her parent's house with her younger brother Sam while their parents went on a vacation, hoping to get away from things that reminded her of him.
It didn't work. She spent half her time sobbing, the rest of it frustratedly horny because her regular source of cock was taken away. She was used to getting it twice a day at least, and now nothing. Her clit throbbed all day long it seemed, aching to be touched.
Scarlett was nervous about taking care of it herself there. The door on her room didn't shut all the way and her brother's was right across the hall. She was convinced he'd catch her if she did. He'd been wonderful to her so far. He brought her everything she needed in an attempt to lift her spirits, only wishing he could do more. It broke his heart to see her so sad all the time.
He couldn't believe someone would leave her for another girl. He'd always admired her, admittedly a little more than was appropriate for a brother. He thought she was gorgeous. She was five foot six, with a goddess like hourglass figure. A little thicker than your average Hollywood star but in shape. Her 36C tits and firm ass were worth a second look from anyone, if not a nice long stare. Sam had stolen a pair or two of her panties over the years, and was familiar with the scent of her sex before she'd moved out last year. His favorites were the ones she wore when her boyfriend visited, they always got the most wet, had the strongest scent.
He'd stolen a pair the day before. He'd never found any that had been so thoroughly soaked before. She must be going crazy, he thought. She'd been living with her ex since she moved out, and Scarlett had loved to hint about how often she was getting laid. He knew the transition would be rough for her. He always kept and ear out when they went to bed, listening for signs of her touching herself, but only silence so far. He didn't know how she was staying sane. He would fantasize that she'd ask him to help her with that too. Imagine her begging him to sink his cock into her, crying out his name in pleasure.
They sat together watching a movie. A graphic sexy scene came on, and Sam had to cross his legs to keep Scarlett from seeing his hard on. He glanced over at her. Her eyes were locked on the screen, her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, there was a little flush to her cheeks. He watched as she crossed her own legs, and could see her flexing the muscles in her thighs. She closed her eyes and a small smile appeared on her lips.
Suddenly Scarlett's eyes snapped open and she stood up. "I'll be back in a minute, just have to do something real quick."
As she walked down the hall Sam shouted after her, "You want me to pause it?" If she was doing what he suspected, the answer would definitely be no.
"Nope that's cool. Tell me what happens!"
Bingo. Sam smiled to himself. He'd give her a minute before he'd sneak down the hall to try and catch a glimpse, or at least hear the faintest sounds of her pleasure. The very thought made his erection throb in his pants. He rubbed it a bit as the sexy scene ended. He looked forward to the orgasm he'd be having later, thinking of the sounds of Scarlett's moans.
Scarlett couldn't stand it anymore, she had to get off. She practically ran into her room, shutting the door as far as it could. She pulled her yoga pants down a few inches as she lay on her stomach, just enough to give her hand easy access. "Oh fuck," she moaned as her fingers made contact with her clit. Her ass flexed and her hips rocked as she worked her fingers between her legs. Her breath was ragged as she played, coming quick and shallow. She became oblivious to anything else that might be happening, totally absorbed in her own pleasure. She'd never loved the feel of her own fingers so much.
Sam left the movie going to keep Scarlett from suspecting. He crept down the hall, as softly as he ever had. He couldn't risk her hearing if he wanted to catch her. As he got close, he heard a rhythmic creaking from her room. He knew that was the sound of her bed. His hard on was pressing against his shorts, almost painfully. Closer still he heard her breathing, shuddering, punctuated by little happy squeaks. She was trying to keep silent but wasn't quite able to contain herself.
Sam approached her door, leaning slightly open. He couldn't quite see her bed from where he was, so he put his head against the door, trying to catch a glimpse. He managed to find an angle, and saw her as she faced away. Her exposed ass was rocking up and down, causing the bed to creak. Seeing her perfect ass in action made him nearly explode out of his pants. He reached his hand down and began to stroke himself as he watched.
Scarlett felt her orgasm come rushing on like a train. Her whole body began to tense up. She opened her eyes for just a moment and saw a change in the shadow on the wall. A vague shape of someone standing in the doorway. She watched it but couldn't stop herself. In fact, her orgasm hit her even harder than she'd expected. She'd forgotten how much it turned her on to be watched. She let out a groan as her body shuddered and collapsed. Spasms shot through her for almost a minute as she came. She lay quiet for a moment, watching the shadow. It started to disappear, but she stopped it with her voice.
"Enjoying the show then?" The shadow stopped and froze. She imagined Sam standing there in pure terror at being caught. To her own surprise she wasn't angry in the slightest, and it only excited her more. "If you come in here right now I promise not to get you in trouble."
Sam hesitated for a minute, but realized he had no way out. He stepped into Scarlett's room, head down, hands attempting to hide his bulge with little success. Scarlett sat up on the bed, facing towards him. "Look... Scarlett..." He stumbled over his words, knowing he had no defense.