My brother James is one year older than me and is sometimes all the great things a big brother can be. He's often also a total pain in the ass. Most of the time though, he's sliding around somewhere in the middle, making me laugh, showing me cool stuff and generally getting away with murder, because of that cute smile and puppy dog look he can pull.
He's technically a stepbrother, but our parents got together when I was about five years old, so I forget that bit all the time. He's just my annoying alpha male brother. I have to say though, he is cute. Which probably accounts for all the hot girls that hang around him. A lot of them seem like airhead sluts to me, but I think he's a bit of a slut too.
At 19 and 20 years old we're often home alone these days, with mum and dad retreating to the beach house on weekends during summer. We used to go with them all the time, but our lifestyles are more suited to the city on the weekends. So we find ourselves home alone together a lot.
This one morning I was in my room prepping for a party that night when James comes into my room, obviously bored and looking for something to do. He figured annoying me would be the thing to do I guess. I was in a short, flared skirt that floated over the tops of my thighs and a lightweight t-shirt, holding another top up to my chest in the mirror, trying to work out what to wear. On my tip toes, to emulate heels, I scrunched my face as I saw him enter in the mirror. It wasn't the right look. It needed a different skirt.
"Hope that face isn't for me," he drawls as he slumps onto my bed.
"What? Oh, no. I can't work out what to wear," I responded. "What are you doing in here? Can you get out? I have to change."
"Go right ahead," he countered. "I'll help. I'll tell you if it's a boy magnet or not."
Rolling my eyes. I groan. God, he can be such a pest.
"Don't you have something better to do?" Like bother one of your slutty girlfriends I thought, but didn't say. "And I have a boyfriend anyway. So I don't need to be a boy magnet," I declared righteously.
He laughed at that.
"Oh my god, is that dork still your boyfriend?" he teased. "I bet he hasn't done more than kiss you."
"Leave him alone," I spat back. "I like him. He's a nice guy."
"King freak more like it," James continued, laughing again. "You're never going to get laid with him. He wouldn't know what to do. He's shy of his own shadow."
It's true Alan is very shy and a bit awkward around people, but that's kind of the appeal I guess. He's really interesting intellectually and so attentive when we're alone. I do enjoy being with him, but James was right, I was never going to get laid and the lack of action was bothering me a bit lately.
I am still a virgin and I haven't even seen a guy's cock in real life. I did put my hand on Alan's once, through his pants one time in his room. We were kissing pretty heavily, he had finally plucked up the courage to touch my breasts - after asking me if he could! God, sometimes his nervousness was really annoying actually. So cautious. I thought I could encourage him to move things along and I was getting hot, so I slid my hand down his chest onto his cock. His body just stiffened and his face contorted. Then he jumps up and runs to the bathroom. He was in there for ages and when he came out, the font of his pants was obviously a bit wet.
He was really awkward after that, more than usual and ushered me out, trying to hide the wet spot. Later I realized that he must have blown his load in his pants! Oh my god. I didn't know it could go off that fast. But back to James, here in my room, teasing me. He was right. I wasn't getting anywhere soon with Alan and I still hadn't even seen a dick, let alone played with one.
"Whatever. I have to change," I sighed. "Can you get out?"
"Let me help. You're totally hot, you just need to dress like it," he declared with what seemed utter sincerity. "You'll be fighting off guys in no time. Don't settle for that guy," he said. "Seriously!"
"OK," I gave in. "But turn your back I have to change my skirt."
I stepped behind my open wardrobe door for a bit of extra cover. I was a bit shy changing with James in the room. Knowing him, he'd perv on me if he could. I did have a little tingle though. He said I was "totally hot" and I was sure I was blushing a bit. I've never thought of myself like that. I'm 5"8, long athletic legs because I like to jog. I do like my firm rounded butt. It bubbles just nicely, not flat like lots of those skinny bitches my brother hangs out with. It curves into a slim waist with perky C cup breasts above it. I like how my titties point up and jiggle when I walk if I'm not wearing a bra. I see guys look at them all the time, so I think they like how they look too. I wear my hair longish, in a short plaited ponytail most of the time, which shows off my slightly rounded face, high cheekbones and brown big eyes.
I slid the skirt down over my ass and dropped it to the floor, bending over to pick up the new skirt. Stepping into it, with my ass obviously sticking out from behind the door, facing James who's back is supposed to be turned, because I hear a low whistle sound. I whip my head around from behind the door and James is just staring, hungry, wide-eyed and smirking. Oh shit!
I wasn't thinking - I had no panties on. I hadn't yet dressed for the day and was trying on outfits. I hadn't put on my underwear yet. I nearly died of embarrassment. I pulled my skirt all the way up and rounded on him.
"Oh my god. You beast. I told you to turn around!" I screeched.
"Well shit, sorry sis. But, wow," he replied. "I did turn around, promise. But I turned back too quick. You have a really fine ass," he continued.
"I didn't know you shaved? You're bald as a baby down there."
Incredulous. I gasped, blushed bright red and slapped him on the face semi-playfully with the nearest thing to hand. Which happened to be the very pair of panties I should have been wearing.
"Yeah right. You couldn't see that," I claimed hopefully. Could he?
He grabbed my hand as the panties hit his face. Seeing what they were, just held them there and took a big mock sniff. Oh my god, what a creep I thought. Then he was pulling me into him and he grabbed my waist with both hands as I stood between his legs.
"Uh, what are you doing?" I asked.
His hands slid down my waist to the hem of the new body hugging short skirt I just put on. It was completely form-fitting, so hides nothing of my ass and hips. My heart started racing. What was that look in his eyes? Mischief!
"Can I have another look?" he asked, as his hands started sliding up under the skirt to push it up, cupping my ass cheeks as he went.
Oh my god. My blood was pounding, my pussy was tingling and my face was definitely blushing hard.
I quickly reacted, before he exposed my bare, freshly shaven pussy. I held the front of my skirt down and wriggled to escape the grasp of his firm hands on my bare ass cheeks. He held on, separating them a little in the struggle. My skirt was still sitting halfway over the top of them, exposing the bottom of my cheeks.
"Oh my god. what are you doing, you perv," I cried. "Let me go."
