Vinny returned from his run around eleven o'clock, I was lying half asleep next to the pool, when he jumped into the pool splashing me with a tidal wave of cold pool water.
I gave him the finger when he resurfaced from underneath the water. He smiled and climbed out of the pool. He shook himself dry above my lounge chair in case I wasn't wet enough. I acted like I hated it, but it was the best part of my day. I secretly watched the water running down his chest and across his six pack abs. The water made his swim trunks partially see though and I could see an outline of his cock. His cock, the cock that makes me squirm.
"Do Mom and Dad know you have that swimsuit?" he asked.
"No," I replied. Today's white bikini was held together only by thin straps. It didn't leave much to the imagination. It made even me look like I had a significant amount of cleavage.
"You shouldn't wear it out," he said as he tried to hide the fact that he was checking out my body.
"Good idea, I'll wear it to the beach today," I sarcastically remarked. I bought this bikini with the intention that only one person would ever see me in it.
He just smiled as he opened the sliding glass door and walked into our house.
Vinny is my brother. He graduated Lincoln High School and went away to play college football, but a year later he is still known as the star quarterback, prom king and lover of the ladies.
He works out five days a week: half to keep in shape for the next big game, and the other half to impress the women. He wears his shirts tight to show of his sculpted arms and toned chest. Each week, he has his arms wrapped around a different blonde cheerleader, girls with superficial looks, large chests and small waists.
I've never been popular like my brother. My looks don't attract crowds like his shaggy blonde hair, blue eyes and pretty boy smile. I'm not ugly but I don't stand out in a crowd. I tend to blend in with my brunette hair, pale skin, average bra size and flat butt. I have friends but I feel alone even when I'm with them. I always feel like they're friends with me just so they can get closer to Vinny.
The girls are attracted to me because of my brother, and the guys are repelled from me because of my brother. They have a right to be scared. My freshman year, Vinny took me to a football victory party. I spent most of the party alone, standing by myself in the corner. None of my friends were there, they weren't cool enough for a football party. None of his friends would talk to me with the exception of Vic, another player on Vinny's team. He was cute and I was excited when I saw him walking over to talk to me. I thought I would finally have someone to talk with, except when he opened his mouth he said, "Wow, you've got great tits."
"Asshole," I replied and started to walk away, but I saw Vinny walking towards Vic. Vinny frowned and rolled up his hand to make a fist. Only a few feet away, Vinny had heard everything Vic had said. Other players tried to stop Vinny, but they were unable to stop him from dragging Vic out of the house and onto the front lawn.
A crowd gathered to watch my brother beat his victim. He punched him so hard I could hear his fist impacting with the guy's poor face. The violence turned me on, each punch made me wetter. Vinny left Vic bloody and laying on the ground. I ran up to hug him, but he pushed me away. He said he needed to ice his hands.
The entire time I was in high school, I only had a few dates. Most of the girls I knew had lost their virginity by the time they were sixteen, many younger. I didn't lose mine until I was eighteen. Most guys were afraid to even kiss me. Tony, the boy that took my virginity was afraid too, but under the guise of helping him with his English homework, I was able to persuade him to come over to my house after school. Tony sat in front of me. I watched him fail test after test. He didn't really need any tutoring; he just needed to read the assigned books. He wanted to hold the study session in the living room, but I convinced him we could concentrate better in my room.
Vinny never came home right after school. He always had practice or hung out with his friends. My parents weren't going to be home from work for a few hours, but we wasted the first hour just doing schoolwork. That's all Tony wanted to do. He wouldn't even sit on my bed with me. He sat on the chair in front of the computer five feet away from me. I wore a low cut shirt, but he didn't even look. Finally, I said, "Do you want to do anything besides homework?"
"Like what?" I don't think the thought of sex even crossed his mind.
"Come here." I waved my hand for him to sit next to me on the bed.
"Why?"
"Just come over hear." I tugged him by the hand on to my bed.
"What do you want?"
I kissed him, but he barely moved his lips. "I want to have sex with you."
"We can't."
"Why not?" My hand led him closer me. He gripped me tightly.
"I really like you but I don't think we should have sex."
"Why?" I asked.
"What if your brother catches us?" he replied nervously.
"You have to be joking."
"I don't think we should," he insisted.
"Shut up," I ordered.
I unzipped his jeans, and pushed the jeans and his boxers down to his knees. It was the first cock I had seen, other than Vinny's. I had never been able to see more than quick glances when he was in the shower or when I accidentally interrupted him while he was changing clothes.
I took my shirt off and unhooked my bra, but he still hadn't moved. This wasn't turning out the way I had planned it. At this point in my fantasy, I had imagined him ripping off my clothes. "Am I going to have to do all of this by myself?" I asked, "He's not going to be home for hours."
He started to take his shirt off. I was completely naked by the time he had finished unbuttoning it. I tore the rest of his clothes off; then I laid down on my back. He pushed my legs apart. His hard cock was pointed at me. I watched it slowly get close to me. Then he stopped a few inches away from my pussy and asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes." I tried to pull him closer to me but he held back. I nodded my head yes and he finally moved forward. I felt his cock against my pussy's lips. I shivered when I felt him go between them. I knew my pussy needed him, as I felt myself become damper. I felt the head of his cock penetrate me. As he pushed further into me, it started to hurt. The pain grew as he forced himself deep inside of me. He looked down at me and I put on a fake smile.
Slowly he filled me completely, then pulled back. I couldn't believe I was finally having sex. I had been waiting so long for that moment, but I was starting to believe my fantasy wasn't going to be fulfilled. He felt like he was holding back, like he didn't want to be there. He cautiously thrust into me, not getting into any rhythm. His thrusts were awkward and uneven, and I started to get bored. As I stared past him towards the ceiling, I started to regret that I had chosen him for my first time. I hoped that my future lovers would be better. I just wanted him to come and for it to be over, but then I heard a noise at the door. Tony didn't hear the sound and it's probably good that he didn't. Vinny stood in the doorway, but he didn't say anything. Our eyes locked and Vinny gave me a dirty look as the smile returned to my face. There was no way he could protect me now.
I faked a moan. I wanted to put on a show, so I tried to sound like the girls in the porn movies. Tony must have thought my moans were because of him, because he came alive and started to put more into his thrusts inside of me.
"Fuck me harder," I didn't know what else to say but it sounded right at the moment. The bed started to bang up against the wall. I started to enjoy it. My moans became real; my eyes closed and I leaned my head back.
"I'm going to come." Tony said.
"Come inside of me."
Three more intense thrusts he came to a halt deep inside of me.
When I opened my eyes, Vinny was gone. Tony was collapsed on top of me, so I pushed him off of me. I didn't want to feel his sweaty skin.
I caught Vinny having sex more than a few times. I'd insult the girls and roll my eyes at him. On the inside I was jealous. I wanted to be the girl beneath him. I hid my lust, even when I caught him on the living room couch, his hand rubbing up and down his hard cock. He was jerking off to a soft-core porn show on Showtime. He didn't hear me enter the house, or see me until I was in the same room. He didn't say anything. He just quickly covered himself and switched the channels, but I had already seen enough to make my panties wet. I wanted to say something, like "You can have me instead if masturbating." I didn't say anything, just went to my room with a grin on my face.
The next day, Vinny was going back to college, and I wasn't going to see him again until he came home for Thanksgiving. I had hid my lust for several years now, but I didn't know if I could wait three more months.
When I came back into the house, I heard him talking on the phone. "Yeah, I'm going to the party tonight."
Plans started to formulate in my head.
"I'll meet you there."
All I had to do was get him alone.
"Alright. I'll talk to you later." He hit "End" on his cell phone.
"Were you talking about the party at Hendrick's?" I asked.
"Yeah, are you going?"
"Can you give me a ride."
We didn't talk on the way there. The 10-minute drive only felt like five minutes. I couldn't get the words together to form a sentence. I thought about putting my hand on his crotch and seeing how he reacted but I started to fear he would reject me.
As soon as he parked the car, he left me. I found him in the kitchen standing next to the keg with Cynthia Thomas. Cynthia was a junior about to be senior captain of the cheerleading team. She was a year younger than me and two years younger than him. They had been going out off and on, or I should say "fucking" since she was a junior varsity cheerleader.
Cynthia didn't say anything to me. Vinny just gave me a head nod of acknowledgment as I poured myself a cup of beer. She was wearing too much make-up, it was caked on in layers. She kept saying things like "Oh, really" and "Totally." I don't know what Vinny saw in her. Actually I did, it was the only thing she had going for her, her above average bra size.
