Author's note: Story is dedicated to Danielle, whose love for erotica helped to create this story. I hope you all enjoy!
Danielle slowly opens the door to her brother's room. As she looks into the darkness, she feels a little guilty about invading his privacy. After all, she asks herself, didn't she get enraged when she found him digging through her room just a couple of years ago. Yes, she tells herself, but this is different. Kyle is hiding something, she knows this. While their relationship has not always been the strongest, he would always talk to her, offer to do things with her. Little things.
She came home for spring break almost six days ago. Kyle had said hello when she entered the house and that has been the only word he has used.
Every morning, she would come down to the kitchen table, he would say hello and then leave for work.
Every evening, she would be helping her mother with the dishes, he would come home, say hello and go to his room.
Every night she could hear him typing away at his computer and that was all she knew of her brother.
At first she figured that it was because he had turned eighteen. His birthday had been in January and he was getting ready to graduate high school in only a month. She had remembered how she was only two years ago when she was going through graduation. She had pretty much locked herself away from the outside world as well.
After several days, though, she became worried and asked her parents. Her father hadn't noticed anything. Not really a surprise since he spent almost twenty hours a day at his office. It was never a lifestyle that Danielle had approved of, but he did have the money to buy them many nice things. Her mother, however, had noticed the change. It was only recently, she had told Danielle. Almost right after his birthday party. She, too, thought that it was due to becoming an adult and the forthcoming graduation.
Danielle thinks back to the birthday party as she enters the dark room and approaches the computer. That was the last time that she can remember him being himself. He had smiled the whole time she was there. He had loved her present and thanked her repeatedly for it. He had hugged her on more than one occasion that night, expressing his gratitude.
She turns on a small lamp and looks at his desk clock. She has thirty minutes before he gets home. She wished that she had more time but she had to wait for their mom to leave on her shopping run before she could do this. She knows the answer is on his computer. That has been his friend lately.
She pushes the power button and waits for it to boot up. What if he is chatting with a girl, she asks herself. That would definitely explain his behavior. Why chat with your sister when you could be talking to some hot internet babe?
What if that is the answer, she ponders as the monitor flickers to life. After all, he is not bad looking. If he wasn't her brother, she knows that she would jump him in a second. He stands almost six feet tall, no fat, muscular, deep blue eyes, and she knows that he is well endowed. She smiles as she thinks back to the night before his birthday party. She had arrived a day early and went out with an old friend. She had gotten home, late, and proceeded to tiptoe to her old room. As she walked by Kyle's room she heard his bed creaking. Not knowing what to think, she noticed he had not closed his door so she slowly pushed it open to see what was going on, half expecting to see him with a girl he had snuck into the house.
However, that was not what she had seen. Instead, he was lying, on his back, stroking his cock very fast. She remembers just standing there, staring at it. She had never dreamed that a dick could be that large. No wonder Kyle had so many girlfriends, she had thought.
She had to get the strength to slowly close the door, reminding herself that this was her brother. She had gone to sleep that night and dreamed of Kyle's cock and woke up to find her panties soaking wet. Danielle looks at the computer screen, surprised that those memories came back to her. She had been able to bury them under school and work and they had not resurfaced since his party at all.
She finds the files folder and clicks it open. A series of dates appear on the screen. She scrolls down and notices that they all are after his birthday. She clicks on the first one and waits for the file to open.
Danielle suddenly shivers as the air conditioner starts up and cold air touches her skin. She had been swimming, so that she could keep an eye on her mother, and didn't have time to change. She wishes she would have grabbed a towel as the file opens. Instead, she has to sit here in her semi-damp bikini. Well, this will not take long, she thinks as she begins to look at the text.
To her surprise it looks like a story. It starts off simple, telling about a family living in an upscale neighborhood. The introduction is very detailed. She had no idea that Kyle enjoyed writing but, after the first page, she finds that he is indeed very good. The characters remind her of their family. The descriptions are correct. The sister in the story could be her twin: small, thin, chestnut brown hair, her love of swimming, her love of shopping... It is like looking at herself. He has even gotten her breast size of 34 C correct. He must have stolen a peek at one of my bras, she thinks as she clicks the mouse and the next page comes up.
So he is writing, Danielle tells herself. Many famous writers were known to be reclusive when they wrote, Kyle looks to be no different. She begins to feel guilty looking at this when the story starts talking about the brother's eighteenth birthday party. He is writing about life, she thinks as she goes to click the file closed. As she drags the pointer to the red X... the next couple sentences catch her attention:
-"Tom pulls his sister close to him, to thank her for the beautiful present. As they hug, she whispers in his ear that she had seen him stroking his huge cock the night before and subtly grabs his ass."-
Danielle freezes but reads on.
-The sister invites the brother up to her room after the party. There, she tells him how she had seen him playing with his dick and that she fingered herself to sleep, thinking about it. She tells the brother that she has an extra birthday present for him, The sister then reaches down, pushes his shorts down and takes his hardening cock in her hand.-
Danielle cannot believe that Kyle is writing stories about incest.
He is very good, she tells herself and knows that she needs to stop reading, but she finds that she can't. She is mesmerized by his story telling. Kyle's writing is so graphic and raw.
Danielle finishes the first story that ends with the brother and sister, lying in bed, his huge cock slowly sliding into the sister's pussy. She finds the next one and begins reading it, not realizing that her hand has slowly traveled to her bikini bottom. Danielle can feel the heat of her pussy against the thin fabric. She can feel her hardening clit against the bikini. She is also aware of her erect nipples pressing against the thin material of her top.
She has to get out of here, Danielle thinks. This is wrong. She begins to close the two files and starts to click on the item that will allow her to turn off the computer when a deep voice cuts through the silence.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
Danielle jumps to her feet, looks at the clock and then at the shadowy figure of her brother.
Kyle stares at her.
"I took off a half hour early, sis. I realized I hadn't been too polite to you, and thought I would come home to spend some time with you. Instead, I come home to find you going through my stuff."
He turns on a light and looks at her. She knows that he can see her hard nipples against her bikini.
"So, you enjoyed it, didn't you, sis?"
Danielle is shocked by the question. She knows that she cannot tell him the truth. How is she supposed to tell him that she is horny from reading the stories and thinking of his huge cock.
"Fuck no," is her answer. "That is pure trash. Writing about brothers and sisters. That's sick."
"Get your stories straight, sis," Kyle replies.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, your brain is telling me one thing, but your pussy is saying something different."
Danielle looks down at her bikini bottom. A large wet sot is evident against the bright yellow fabric.
"I had been swimming," she begins to protest.
"Then why isn't the rest of your bikini wet?"
Danielle pretends to get angry. She folds her arms across her chest and steps away from the desk.
"Why are you questioning me," she asks. " I am the one who should be asking you questions. After all, your stories are involving people who looks an awful lot like you and I. I should be angry, not you."
"At least I am being honest, " Kyle replies as he shuts the door behind him.
"Next time," he says as he locks it, "Lock the damn door, unless you want to be caught."
Danielle freezes as the image of his unlocked door springs back into her mind. Kyle had always been careful about locking his room, so why did she not find it weird for it to be unlocked unless....
