My name is Cammie Shaw, I'm 19 years old and not your typical "blonde bombshell." Currently, I'm living with my mother, a 42 year old divorcee who has completely turned her back on romance. My father, Joseph, split when I was 10 years old. He had met a stewardess on his way back from one of his many business trips. They're now living in a trailer in Kansas City, poetic justice, you might say.
I have an older brother, Mike, but he's away at college. He's 22 and thinks he knows everything. He is supposed to be coming home this weekend for Christmas break, and he's bringing his stupid girlfriend, Mandy with him. I've never really liked Mandy, she's one of those girls that is perfect in every way and ALWAYS looks like she just stepped out of Penthouse magazine.
Anyway, Mom is running around the house like a crazy person trying to make everything just perfect for Mike's visit. I don't see what the big deal is. He grew up in this house, he's used to it. Why make a fuss? I have no idea. Meanwhile, I'm trying to find the perfect outfit, I won't be outdone this year by Mandy the Magnificent. And as I said, I'm not your typical blonde bombshell. Yes, I do have blonde hair but I'm not a size 4 with a brain made up of condensed air. I actually did very well in school, unfortunately boys didn't give me much attention, considering I'm a size 14. Not many guys find that attractive.
I did have a brief fling over the summer with a guy that was mowing the neighbor's grass. He came over one day and asked for a soda and we ended up fucking over the dining room table. I only saw him a couple more times after that. Thank God I was smart and used protection. I shudder at the thought of having kids!! It's not that I don't like kids, I do, but I'm too selfish with my time and my needs.
Well, I think this outfit might do the trick. It's a black shirt and I plan on wearing my black jeans with it. Maybe I won't look too bad. But before I go any further, I'd like to tell you about the time that Mike and I went to the movies. Afterwards, you'll see EXACTLY why I hate Mandy the Magnificent.
It was my senior year in high school, I was 18 with the attitude of a 30 year old. I knew everything and nobody could tell me differently.
Mike and Mandy had just had their millionth fight and he was looking to blow off some steam and take his mind off of her. I suggested that we go to the movies, it always helps me to escape the everyday bullshit that I'm forced to endure. He agreed and off we went. We chose a couple seats in the back row. This way we could throw popcorn at people and also not have to break our necks just to see the movie screen.
Well, the lights dimmed and the crowd went silent, aside from an occasional cough or whisper from someone. The previews lit up the screen and Mike and I sat there mesmorized by the flashy lights and car explosions of the upcoming movies.
He asked me if I wanted some popcorn, well sure, who doesn't like popcorn? I nodded my head yes and we ended up shoving our hands into the tub at the same time. I don't know what happened, but at that moment when Mike's hand brushed mine, I felt a twitch inside my pussy. Maybe it was because I hadn't had sex in awhile, or maybe it was the darkness of the theater, but my brother had turned me on!!!
Of course I didn't let him know this ........ not yet anyway. As the movie began, I would look over and steal glances at Mike. I loved the way he looked in this light, so strong and handsome. I always felt safe and protected around him, but turned on? This was virgin territory for me.
I scanned his body, his big chest and his dark eyes. I loved how his jeans hugged his legs while he was sitting and his cologne was hypnotizing. I could definitely see Mandy's attraction to him, but his attraction to her? She didn't impress me at all. Anyway, back to my story.
I deliberately waited until I saw Mike's hand going into the tub of popcorn before I would dip my hand inside. Each time touching more of his hand then I had the time before. I was becoming more and more turned on, so much that I had to shift in my seat because my pussy was almost humming with anticipation and hunger. Finally, I crossed my legs thinking this would do the trick, but it didn't. It only seemed to excite me more feeling my puffy pussy lips rubbing together.
So, I excused myself to the bathroom, knowing I couldn't hold out much longer. Mike nodded his head to let me know he had heard me and off I went.
Upon entering the ladies bathroom, I was relieved to find that I was the only one in there. Not that I really cared, I needed to get off and at this point it wouldn't matter if Elvis was watching, I knew what I had to do.
I went to the last stall, the biggest stall and quickly shut and locked the door. I wasted no time unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans, shoving them down to my ankles. I sat down on the toilet, after taking a quick pee, my fingers found themselves buried inside my fat swollen wet pussy. I raised one leg and put it on the toilet paper dispenser, allowing my cunt to be completely spread and accessible.
I leaned back and slowly finger fucked myself, closing my eyes and picturing Mike in the theater, the warmth of his hands and his sexy body just sitting there in the darkness. I began rocking my ass on the toilet seat, riding my fingers for all I was worth. I began panting and groaning Mike's name, imagining it was his cock inside me instead of my fingers.
Just then ......
"Cammie, you in here?" Mike said.
****OH GOD****
"Yeah, I'm in here Mike, I'll be out in a minute," I answered, trying to muffle my heavy breaths.
"Well, the movie's getting good, you're missing it," he said, leaning up against the stall door.
"I'm-I'm-I'm almost done," I managed to say, between heavy breaths.
"Cammie, what are you doing?" he asked, peeking up under the stall door.
"MIKE!!!!," I screamed, unbeknownst to him, I had just had the best orgasm of my life.
"OOOPSSS, SORRY" he said, standing back up.
