I'm lying in my bed, tossing and turning. Sleep eludes me once again. Ever since I saw my brother, Jon through the crack in his door, I have not been able to get him out of my mind.
He had just come home from playing basketball with some of his friends. All sweaty, his clothes sticking to him…I watched as he removed his sweat soaked shirt and tossed it aside. His long, lean arms over his head as he pulled the shirt off. His naked chest gleamed, droplets of sweat trickling down to his navel.
I glanced down at his shorts. They were clinging to his small, round ass. The bulge in the front straining against the flimsy fabric. I watched, mesmerized as he bent down and removed his shorts, his cock springing to life as the air kissed it. I watched him stretch. His thigh muscles rippled as his cock jutted out far in front of him.
I had never seen a more beautiful cock in my life. It was long and thick, with a big, bulbous head that begged to be sucked. His balls hung down like two fruits ready to be plucked into a waiting mouth.
I felt the juices start to flow between my legs. I licked my lips, wanting desperately to taste his cock.
He turned towards the door. I scurried back to my room, just in time to peek through the door and watch him walk to the bathroom to shower. I wanted so badly to climb into the shower with him. But I knew this was wrong. He was my brother, for goodness sake. Still, I longed to feel him inside me.
So, tonight, I lay in my bed fantasizing about him yet again. For the last few nights, I had not been able to sleep. I dreamed of his massive cock plunging deep into my pussy, pounding away at it. God, what would it feel like to have that wonderful cock inside me?
All I could do was use my dildo and imagine it was Jon slamming into me. I pounded furiously at my hot, steaming cunt, trying to get relief. I shoved it deep inside me, feeling it hit hard against my walls. I rubbed hard on my clit, my fingers slick with my cunt juice. I could feel my orgasm mounting. I came hard, screaming my brother's name.
Suddenly, I see a flash of something out of the corner of my eye. I turn my head and see movement. My door is open! Someone has been spying on me!
I jump from the bed and fling open my door. I look down the hall and see a light on in my brother's room.
"Oh my god! He saw that!"
I close my door and lock it, cursing myself for not locking it the first time. I lay back down in my bed, a flush creeping over my body. I close my eyes and wonder how I will face him. Oh well, it's over and done with. I will just have to pretend everything is normal.
The next morning, I go downstairs for breakfast. My hair is tangled and there are dark circles under my eyes. Mom looks at me and asks if I had a rough night.
"I didn't get much sleep," I reply.
"Everything ok?" she asks. I just nod my head.
Just then, Jon comes into the kitchen. He stops dead in his tracks and looks at me. Mom asks him if he wants anything for breakfast and he says no. He continues to stare at me and tells her that he is late meeting his friends. I can't look up at him. My face is so red and I can feel the heat of his stare. He grabs his keys and heads out the door.
Mom tells me that she has a meeting that night and will be late coming home. She asks if I will be all right by myself. I assure her that I will be fine. I've stayed home by myself before. It's no big deal.
I walk upstairs and down the hall to my room. I pause outside Jon's door. Should I go in? I know this is wrong, but I can't help myself. I open the door to his room and look around. His boxers are lying on the bed. I grab them and inhale, his scent filling my nostrils. I lay in his bed and bring his shorts up to my nose again. The smell of him is getting me so excited that I lift up my nightshirt and start rubbing my pussy. I rub harder and harder, until I cum hard. My body twitches with my orgasm.
I bring my arms up over my head and under the pillow, relaxing. I feel a piece of fabric under the pillow and I pull it out. It's a pink thong. I realize that it is the one that I have been missing for the last few weeks. Goodness! My brother must have taken this out of the hamper!
What could it mean? Has he been fantasizing about me as well? How long has he had these? I put them back where I found them and exit his room, going down the hall to mine.
As I sit on my bed, I realize that I have to know if he has these same feelings. I head to the bathroom to shower, a plan forming in my head.
Later that evening, I am at my computer chatting with friends, when I hear Jon come up the stairs. I hear him go into the bathroom and start the water running for a shower. Time for action!
I strip naked and walk down the hall to the bathroom. I open the door. Steam is rising and I can see Jon's form through the shower door. I open it and step in. Before he realizes what is happening, I am on my knees in front of him…his flaccid cock in my mouth. I feel his shaft start to grow and pulse in my mouth.
