My brother Paul had just gotten home from college. I love my brother but he always loves to raise hell. I was nineteen and younger than him, but it seemed I was always looking out for Paul. I was up watching television when Paul came blundering into our parent's house. I got up and walked over to my brother. He was barely standing up and I smelled beer on his breathe.
"Be quiet, Mom and Dad will hear you," I told him.
I knew my parents would be upset if they woke up and saw my brother stumbling into the house drunk as a skunk.
"Help me," he said to me.
I put an arm around his waist and he managed to put his hand around my shoulder. Somehow I got him back to his bed. Once Paul fell back onto the mattress he decided he was going to undress. It was like I wasn't even there. He stripped off most of his clothes and then Paul pulled his underwear off. I was staring at my brother's long, thick cock. I should have just walked out, but I looked at Paul's dick for the longest time.
My brother then looked up at me.
"Your cute," he said to me.
My brother reached out and found the belt on my bathrobe. He yanked on it and my robe opened up. Thankfully I had a bra and panties on. Paul tried to reach out and pull me closer to him. His hand found one of my breasts. That was when I slapped him across the face. I tied my robe back into place and I walked out of my brother's room.
I went and turned off the television and went to my bedroom. I took off my robe and got underneath the covers. However, I couldn't fall asleep. I had my thoughts on my brother's big cock. I know I shouldn't be thinking that way. I didn't have a boyfriend then and I had been so horny lately. I wondered what my brother's cock would feel like. I reached down and began to rub my pussy with my fingers.
It was like a scratch that wouldn't go away. I buried two of my fingers inside me. I kept rubbing until I brought myself off. The next thing I knew it was morning. My parents had already left for work. I got up and showered. I dressed and went into the kitchen and got some breakfast. Maybe an hour later my brother came rolling out of bed. He at least managed to throw a pair of shorts on.