I've idolized my brother for my entire life. Peter is only a year and a half older than me, but was always my big brother. For some reason he seemed to mature faster than me so I often felt like his little kid sister. That relationship benefited me in so many ways.
When kids made fun of me in elementary school, he was there to stand up to them. If I was scared to walk the streets alone at Halloween, he went with me, despite my silly costumes.
When I needed someone to drive me and pick me up from the winter formal, Peter did it, and very discretely.
When he went away to college at 18, I was devastated.
"Hey, Ellie!" he'd said from Florida State University, halfway across the country. "Miss me?"
"You don't know how much! Let's forget that college thing, okay?"
I was 16 and wasn't sure how I'd navigate high school without Peter there.
Somehow I made it through, though. I anticipated his homecomings and we'd always hang out and talk for hours. I wanted every detail, every class, every girl he'd met.
Now I was 18 and graduated - and Peter was coming home for the summer.
It had been an eventful few years in my life. I'd been playing tennis since I was five and had become very very good. So good, in fact, that I earned a full ride tennis scholarship to UCLA. It was a fantastic opportunity and might result in me going pro.
Trouble was, I was a bit apprehensive, and needed the reassurance of my big brother.
There was something else that had happened to me recently that changed things with Peter. After high school graduation, my two best friends and I had a sleepover. Jenny and Sarah and I had always been close, but at Jenny's house I noticed a new, more intense, closeness between the two. They touched each other more, whispered more, and even did a pretty sensual job of putting sunscreen on each other.
When we went to bed that night in t-shirts and panties, I called them on it. What they admitted was shocking, but in the end, very exciting. They had become lesbian lovers. After having sex right there in front of me on Jenny's bed, they said they wanted to make love to me.
Let me just say that the experience was mind-blowing. I'd never had orgasms like that when masturbating. And eating out another girl? It was awesome.
I returned home pretty horny. Both Jenny and Sarah were going on vacation, so that wasn't an option. Besides, I was feeling the need for more - something bigger than a finger or two or a tongue in my pussy. I got curious for the first time about what a nice fat cock might feel like stuffed up inside me.
I hadn't been dating that much, just casual things with friends mostly. And I didn't want to just randomly have sex with a guy. That didn't seem fun at all. I needed my first time to be with someone I trusted.
Like many times before, when I needed someone, the person who immediately came to mind was my brother, Peter.
Sex with my brother? I'd never thought of him that way - ever. Besides, wasn't that, well, wrong? Try as I might, though, I couldn't get Peter out of my mind, or out of my pussy. I started fantasizing about us have sex together. I was amazed at how fast I came while I thought of him putting his cock inside me. I was embarrassed, but strangely turned on like never before as I pictured me going down on his dick.
The night Peter returned from school I tried to put sex out of my mind and focus on welcoming him home for the summer. Good luck with that!
He arrived home just before dinner on a Friday. I saw his taxi pull into the driveway and immediately rushed out to greet him. He stepped from the car and in the moment I realized something I'd not considered before - my brother is a hunk!
Six feet, dark, wavy brown hair, very muscular with soft facial features yet every bit a man. It was no wonder so many girls wanted to date him, and probably wanted to fuck him, though few had - that he admitted to me anyway.
I'm a few inches shorter, so when I charged at him I basically crashed into his chest.
"Peter!" I cried. "You're home!"
"Settle down, Ellie!" he answered, trying to break free from my bear hug.
Truth is, I was, for the first time, enjoying not only his presence but also his muscular frame and strong arms.
I reached up and kissed him on the cheek, though I had been tempted to kiss him elsewhere too.
"Let me look at you!" he said, holding me at arms length. "I can't believe how much you've changed since September!"
"I know," I said, breaking free and twirling around. "Not so much a little girl anymore, huh?"
"Not so much at all," he said, a little quietly, as he eyed me up and down.
I so hoped he was noticing my boobs, which had grown quite a bit since he'd left for school.
I helped him in with his bags, dumping them on his bed.
"Mom's got dinner almost ready," I said, looking around his room, a place I rarely saw.
"Be right down," he said, unzipping his large duffle bag and throwing clothes into open dresser drawers.
Dinner was a lively affair. Mom and Dad peppered Peter with questions about how the last term had gone, grade-wise. Afterwards, we cleared the table and did the dishes together.
"You going to give me the third degree as well?" Peter asked, as I handed him a dish to dry.
"Not about grades, dopey," I said. "But how about your love life? Anyone new?"
Peter laughed, saying, "I don't know what you think college is like, little sister, but it's not one big fuck-fest." After drying the dish, Peter placed it up in the cupboard. "No, in answer to your question, I don't have anyone new in my life!"
With that, he snapped the dry towel, almost catching me in the stomach. I was simply too fast for him and sprang out of the way just in time.
"You sneak!" he said, chasing me around the kitchen.
After a few dodges, Peter caught me from behind and wrapped his big arms around me. "Gotcha!"
I struggled to break free, but not too hard. I managed to turn around so I was facing him. Our faces were only inches apart - so close I could smell his sweet breath. For a second, I thought we'd exchanged a look - something more than just brother and sister. A moment later Peter let go, turned away from me and hung up the dry towel.
"What?" I demanded.
"Nothing," Peter said as he left the kitchen.
I didn't see Peter the rest of the evening. He complained of being tired so he spent the night in his room, alone.
I spent the night fantasizing about my big brother.
The next day was warm, so I laid out on my stomach in a chaise lounge next to the pool. I was wearing a pretty skimpy white two-piece. I wanted an even tan so I undid the back clasp of the top. Peter came out a while later in swim shorts. He didn't say anything to me, but just jumped right into the pool, splashing me in the process.
"Hey!" I called out, lifting myself up just slightly in surprise.
I saw Peter glance at my chest and realized that my tits were showing. I laid back down but was secretly pleased that he'd copped a look.
After a bit, Peter got out and pulled a chaise lounge over next to me.
"Sorry about that," he said.
"No worries," I replied. "You can make it up to me by putting sunscreen on my back."
Peter grabbed the bottle and slathered my back. I timed it just right so that as his hand was going down the side of my back under my shoulder blades, I lifted up just slightly so his fingers grazed my boob. To my surprise, he didn't pull back in horror or anything, just kept going as if nothing had happened.
When he did the other side I moved up and to the side and this time his hand actually touched my areola. I was thrilled and felt a rush of pleasure. Peter acted normally and just kept applying.
"Legs too," I said as he stood.
"Oh come on!" Peter said.
"Pretty please?" I said coyly.
"Fine," he said.
Peter started with my feet and worked his way up my legs to my thighs. I wasn't going to do any sudden moves this time but did spread my legs so he'd have access to my inner thighs.
"There too?" he said.