It has been two years since my parents died in a car crash coming back from holiday. My younger brother, Greg, went to live with our grandparents until my grandfather had a stroke. When my grandmother couldn't take care of my brother, as well, he moved in with me. Things were going fine, with Greg attending the local Polytech, like me. I was earning a teacher's degree, and Greg was studying carpentry.
Several months passed, and I noticed strange things happening around the house. It seemed that my underwear drawer was open all the time, so I went upstairs to ask Greg if he knew anything about it. When I knocked on Greg's door, I heard frantic rustling for several long moments before he finally called, "Come in!"
"What's going on in here?" I asked.
"Nothing," he said too quickly, huddling beneath the covers as though naked. I had a fair idea what he had been doing, as I still do the same thing.
"Greg, do you know anything about my underwear drawer?" I asked him.
"No, I don't," he replied.
"Are you sure? Because it doesn't open by itself," I said.
"No, I don't! Why would I go in there?"
"Ok," I said, and I closed the door behind me.
The next day, I came home early. Unlocking the front door, I stepped inside and went upstairs. I was about to enter my bedroom when I stopped at the doorway, stunned that my brother was on my bed – wearing one of my black bras and a matching g-string bikini! I saw that he was reading a porno mag. His straining-hard cock was poking through the edge of my panties, and he was beginning to stroke it.
"What the fuck is going on here?" I yelled at him, storming into the room.
"Nothing," he sputtered, trying to hide his now-shrinking cock.
"Doesn't look like nothing! Where did you get this?" I snapped, picking up the porno mag and flicking through the pages. I got to a few that were stuck together and frowned. I didn't speak but kept paging through the magazine.
"One of my mates brought it for me," he mumbled.
"And why are you wearing my underwear?" I asked him.
"I like the feel of the lacy material on my bare skin," he said in a tiny voice.
I put the dirty magazine in front of him and pointed at a picture of a naked woman with big breasts. "So, you like bare boobs?"
"Yes, err – yes!" he said in a raspy voice, distressed a bit by my choice of words.
"Have you ever seen bare boobs for real? Not in a picture?" I asked, still flicking through the pages of the magazine.
"No," he answered. His regret and disappointment was written on his face and showed in his voice.
"Would you like to see some real bare boobs?" I asked him.
That question surprised him, but what surprised him even more was the sudden change in my voice. "If you want to see real boobs so badly, you can see mine," I informed him.
That remark hit him with a mixture of shock, fear, and excitement. I wanted nothing more than to see my younger brother naked, and for him to see me the same way. Instinctively, his eyes drifted over my body. I look pretty for twenty-five. My skin is tanned, and I have blue eyes and beautiful, long, blonde hair. I was wearing a short white skirt and a tight, black, sleeveless shirt with a high neck line which made my medium-sized breasts look larger.
As Greg stared at me, I tossed the magazine aside and started to remove my shirt and pull it over my head. Then I paused and said teasingly, "Well, you do want to see my bare breasts, don't you?"
"Y-yes," Greg stammered. "Please."
Without much waiting, I pulled my shirt over my head, revealing my lacey red bra. I thought that my bra was a size too small, since my breasts were hardly contained by the measly cups. The sight of his half-naked sister had an immediate effect on Greg, and I saw his dick starting to get hard again. He was a bit embarrassed by the fact that his own sister could provoke such a response, and he crossed his legs and tried to hide his erection. I just smiled.
"Greg, honey, it doesn't matter," I said. "It's perfectly normal for a woman taking off her clothes to cause such a reaction in an eighteen-year-old boy."
Still smiling, I pulled my bra straps over my shoulders, reached behind me, and unclasped the bra, then shrugged the straps down my shoulders one by one and dropped the bit of red lace to the floor. Greg could now see my firm, naked breasts. It must have been a most beautiful sight, for my little brother was staring in wonder at my lovely globes of flesh topped by nice-sized nipples.
"You may touch them, if you want to," I told him.
I could see that he felt a bit ashamed, but apparently, I didn't have any qualms about him touching my breasts. I moved closer to my bed and sat next to him. Carefully, he placed a hand on one of my tits. As soon as the soft flesh touched his hand, he let go of all his inhibitions and surrendered to his lust. Enthusiastically, he started to rub my breasts and massage my nipples. I was enjoying this, and as my breathing was quickening, he got the courage to bend his head down and lick my breasts. When he sucked on my nipples, they came fully erect almost instantly.