First time writer, I hope you guys enjoy. Also I'm not the type to read things over again so I apologise for any mistakes.
All comments and feedback is welcome. Please enjoy.
All characters are over 18+ and are purely fictional. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is completely coincidental.
~~~
There's no easy way to say this but lately, I've been finding my older brother hot. Martin is basically your classic, all-American 'it' guy. He's tall, even taller than our uncle Harry who, when we were growing up, our parents always referred to as "y'know, the tall one". He's also handsome, he's got that sort of dark and brooding quality to him, with his dark, kinda shaggy, spruce coloured hair and piercing brown eyes and, but he's not really the brooding type, so girls all over fell for him even more with his perfect smile and sunshine disposition and charisma. He's also really dang muscular too, after being your typical dreamboat jock quarterback, and even though he got into college on a football scholarship, he certainly didn't need it as he always got some of the best grades in his class. Everyone loves him, and how could you not, he's quite literally Mr Perfect! But if I'm being honest though, I only very recently saw what all the big fuss was about; I kind of hated him growing up.
Why? It's not really hard to explain, I'm barely anything like him. I'm strictly in the below average height range (I'm still shorter than my mom at 18), average looks range and not at all popular nor sporty. The only redeeming quality about me is my smarts I guess. Said smarts were my only line of defence against all the "you're nothing like your brother"s of my family, school faculty and nosy middle-aged ladies in our neighbourhood. My brains got me the "you're a little bit like your brother"s, and also a scholarship at a decent college. So yeah it really sucked being compared to him a lot growing up, and no matter how outwardly proud I was of my brother for all his achievements, I couldn't help but resent him for placing a second-hand spotlight on me as his little sister.
Martin graduated summa cum laude, and landed a job straight after graduating. The oohs and ahs about him quieted down a little now that he was becoming like everyone else around him (think cogs and machines). That made it so that I'm now free to enjoy my college life way far from our hometown and away from all that pressure! One problem though- I ended up living with him.
What I failed to mention previously was that my brother's cushy new job made him relocate to the city my college was in, in a really fucking convenient location, literally minutes walk of my campus, way closer than any of the dorms. And so our parents, glee with the realisation of not having to pay nearly as much as they thought my college accommodation, told both of us to suck it up, despite both of our protests. Our parents dismissed my case by talking about the short walking distance as well as talks of a higher allowance from the money that was supposed to go to the dorms, and then they shut Martin up by saying they'd send him money for my share of the utilities and groceries, and reminded him about how his cushy new salary provided more than enough funds for just him.
So here I am, starting college whilst living with my older brother. I can barely have any friends over lest I want to have the risk of them fawning and stumbling all over him like they did all throughout school. I also can't have any guys around either because who would want to try and get some when her brother is in the next room. My brother is in a similar case in terms of 'lady friends' too, I can tell. We were in silent agreement that we're gonna have to strap in for a long dry spell.
That leads me onto why, against all morality and reason, I've been finding my older brother Martin, confusingly attractive, like- ugh I can't believe I'm saying this but...sexually. It doesn't help that he's a gym rat because number one, he comes home with that glistening sweaty look and steaming with musky pheromones; number two, he then showers and walks through the apartment with a just a towel around his junk, full upper body on display. To make it even worse, the walls of this apartment are thin as paper, so when he jerks off to porn even with headphones on I can hear him moaning and groaning on the other side of wall. Fuck. Why does he have to get off so loudly and hotly fuck. I know I know it's gross but what do you want from me, I'm so horny and my brother is really hot? You know what, sure, whatever I admit it, I am probably going to hell, I'm a freak of a woman, my family and ancestors should condemn me to high heaven (or hell in this case) but I'm sorry I really can't help it!
"Urghh... fuck..." hearing this along with a sticky slapping noise snaps me out of my inner monologue. He's doing it right now. As if I wasn't already hot and bothered by just thinking about him masturbating, I can now feel my clit pulsing, getting harder. Thinking of him getting hard too makes me stifle a smile, all the while my entrance was becoming like a hot spring. I rush to ease the burning lust in my crotch, inserting the tip of two fingers inside me, thoroughly lubing up with my juices.
"Oh fuck... oh god... uhhh..." Martin moans and I hear the slaps getting faster, I hurriedly circle my clit with my two fingers, bursting with pleasure as I try to match the speed of my motion with his jerking. My other hand places a tight grip on my mouth, which achieves two things: prevents me from making any pleasure noises that he might hear, as well as enhance my pleasure with a kinky edge. I'm imagining him entering me, pounding me with this speed, placing his hands on my mouth instead of mine.
I haven't seen Martin's penis before, but I can tell he has been blessed by something or other as it often leaves a noticeably large and long dent on his tighter bottom apparel. Sometimes he wears his tighter fitting gym pants and I stare at his crotch with his flaccid but thick cock tucked sideways and I find myself having more material to think about during times like these.
"Ohhh... god.. ohh..." I hear him. I'm circling my clit furiously now, the muscles on my hand tense and all 5 of my fingers have joined in on the action rubbing and pressing in fast circles. Each time I do so I can feel climax of my pleasure swelling stronger like ocean waves in the tropics. "Fuck... I'm so close... come on... Urghh..." Martin seems to be getting more frustrated too, as he senses his orgasm coming, his slapping noises have all but blurred into one frequency, and I'm imagining him jerking his dick furiously in front of my face, with my mouth wide open to welcome his hot semen. I bite into my palm as my other hand brings me closer and closer...
Martin groans, "Oh... fuck... oh Teddy..."
My tightly closed eyes flick open light a light switch, and before I can process it, my masturbation coupled with the mere mention of my name, bursts the dam! My hands slip from my mouth...
"Ohh.. Marty! Marty fuuuh-ck!
I orgasm, I cum and I cum and I orgasm harder than I ever have before in these sessions. My lower hand is awash with heat and a new surge of wetness and my breathing becomes haggard as pulses of electricity shoot out from my clit and into my body.
A few minutes go by as I lay in my own afterglow, letting my breathing and sensitivity ease. It's only then that I notice: complete silence. How can that be? I'm sure I never heard him finish? Wait- shit.
I clasp my mouth in realisation, letting out the audible slap of the impact.
Fuck.
No. No no no no no no.
He didn't..? Did he..?
Fuck.
I tighten my grip on my mouth and scrunch my face and my body in shame and despair.
He heard me.
I came practically screaming his name and he heard me and he stopped.
Wait. Hang on a minute.
Before I came I heard him. I heard him say it- no I heard him moan it. As he was jerking off. Teddy.
My mind races and my vision gets blurry as all the realisations put me into confusing panic. On the one hand, he moaned my name, meaning he must have been thinking about me while he was masturbating, that makes me kind of happy doesn't it? Wait no surely it can't be me? Surely he's got to have had some other Teddy on his mind why would he be jerking off to his sister? But with that logic why would he have the hots for someone with the same name as me that would also be really fucking weird? Also fuck me he heard me yell his name as I came, oh my god oh my god I was so loud as well. What do I do now he's gonna be so fucking grossed out by me or worse oh fuck.
While all this was going on in my mind, and I had my face buried tightly into my hands, I missed the turning of a door handle, the quiet creak of an opening door and the low thud of footsteps getting closer.
"Fuckin' hell Ted."
I snapped out of it. Only then did I notice that Martin had slipped undetected into my room and was now standing halfway between my open door and my bed, topless, in his boxers- boxers which had a very noticeable, long and thick mass perfectly horizontal, and perfectly pointed at me, and really putting the term "pitching a tent" on the nose. It was also then that I'd noticed the state that I was in, nipples and under-boob poking out of my crop top, panties scrunched up on one of my ankles, duvet and pillows askew, sheets with a noticeable damp patch in the centre. I also noticed that the position I was lying in, a sort of diagonal foetal position, exposed my ample buttocks to Martin, and enabled him to see my sopping vulva peek through in the space between my bum and the back of my thighs.
I see his furrowed dark eyes fixated on the sight of my exposed pussy, and I notice a spot of darkness spreading from the top of his boxers' tent. I watch him slowly gulp with his mouth ajar, his chest begins to rise noticeably up and down, and his fingers twitch by his side. "Fuck." He says.
I'm breathing heavily by now too, and his intense, hot gaze melts my pussy, I can feel myself getting wetter, wetter than before even. My juices trickle down from my vulva onto my thighs and in makes another spreading dark patch of my own on the bed. Speaking of which, he was gulping heavily now, and I swear I could see the slightest drop of saliva making its way down the corner of its open mouth, and downstairs on his body the dark patch was spreading further and further, encompassing almost a quarter of his protrusion.
Then- Martin leaps forth, and in a flash he's on my bed, pries my legs apart, and places himself and his thick cock, still poking at attention in his boxers, in a prime position to penetrate me. His cock rests on my vulva, which along with my eyes and my breasts, are the 3 things his eyes slowly switch to and from. Faced with the reality of his cock, the heat of his cock on my pussy, the pussy which orgasmed from just the thought of his cock, I can't help but lose all reason and start tilting my pelvis to dig my mound into him. Our eyes meet, and our eyes also look towards our privates, then back into each other's eyes again. I feel so vulnerable and wet as I feel his hands press open my legs with such force and strength, but also gentleness and sensuality. I also glance at his hot sweaty upper body, sweaty, but not with the same heat as when he comes from the gym, but a heavier, stickier sweat which mingles with mine in the air. I look back into his eyes and, at the same time as him, back down at his cock.
"Marty..."
"Ted.."
