NOTE: I am not American. English is my second language and it's hard to be erotic in your second language. Believe me. I just want to write. I hope you wouldn't hate my story too much. I hope you'd enjoy it a bit.
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Let's get it out of the way. Yes. I am craving for my brother's cock. And who wouldn't, really? Who wouldn't?
My brother Joven Jose, is a handsome twenty-five year old guy. We're Filipinos, so this story happened here in the Philippines. He is kinda dorky. He has glasses on and all that, but if you could only live with him in one house, you'd realize, he wasn't really a big nerd at all.
Sometimes Joven would walk pass our living room, wearing boxers and I couldn't help but stare at that body of his. His wide shoulders, his flat stomach, the hair under his navel, a sweet pathway leading to his probably sweeter cock. I couldn't keep my eyes off his bulge. I am craving to caress it, to feel it grown under my touch.
One time, our parents was out on a trip and I was watching a stupid soap opera (maybe it was eight PM) he sat beside me at the sofa.
"What are you watching?" he said.
"Oh, it's a chick thing. You would not want to watch it."
But he did, anyway. By the light of the television, I admired his body. He's still just wearing boxers. Dark-blue ones, and I could not help but stare at his bulge. He smelled nice, so I knew he showered and used Irish Spring. I swallowed a lump on my throat and couldn't help as desire flowed to my body like hot waves.
"Can I rest my head on your lap, bro? I'm just getting tired, but I really want to watch this."
He just nodded. You see, in the Philippines, siblings are much closer together. So it's not unusual or awkward for me to request something like that. Even for a nineteen year old woman like me.
So I lay on the sofa, my head was resting on his legs. I was facing the TV, but I can the heat of his body. And I can smell him better now. And how I wish I can bury my face to the bulge on his boxers. I want to smell his manhood, feel it all over my face.
"You seem to really like the that show," I said. To divert my attention, to keep me from thinking naughty stuff about my brother.
My brother Joven looked at me and smiled. That gentle smile of his that matched his gentle brown eyes. "It's good," he said. And played with my hair.
I closed my eyes and just inhaled my brother's scent, took it in my memory. By the time the show was over and I was inside my room, I was feverish with desire. My panties are wet and I sat on the corner of the bed and started touching myself, thinking of the could've-beens, on how I could have just kissed that bulge I was craving for, my mouth was aching for.
It began to rain outside. There are flashes of lightning followed by the loud growl of thunder. The lights went out. Power outage is a common problem here in our country. But as that lights were gone an idea flashed on my mind brightly.
I should have him.
My heart was beating so fast and I felt warm and cold at the same time, as I walked in front of my brother's room. My shaking hand began to knock on the door.
"Bro..." I said. Then knocked again. "Bro, hey."
"What?" he said from inside the room.
"I'm scared."
And I'm sure he will believe me. Ever since I was a kid, I was afraid of storms. Yes, he will believe me.
"Hold on a sec," I heard him say.
