Elly in the Itchen

[Author's note: This is an attempt at keeping it short and sweet. Enjoy. And, remember, it's just fantasy. Update: Also edited for a few spelling errors in response to reader comments.]

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"Good morning, Sis."

I jumped. Mike never got up this early. In the kitchen fixing myself breakfast, I turned around to find him leaning against the door jamb watching me -- and grinning broadly.

"Good morning," I said trying to sound nonchalant. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Not long. Just admiring the view."

Feeling the heat on my face, I knew I was blushing, but damned if I was going to acknowledge being embarrassed at being caught in my underwear. I'd taken a shower and started to get dressed then realized the shorts I wanted to wear were in the laundry. So, with Mom and Dad gone for the weekend and knowing Mike would never be up at seven in the morning on a Saturday, I'd come down stairs in nothing but a crop top and panties and threw a load of clothes in the washer. Then I decided to have something to eat.

"The view? What view, little brother" I asked wondering how he'd respond. At 18 he was two years younger than me, and, to compensate for being six inches shorter than his six foot height, I made a point of referring to him as my "little brother" as often as possible.

"This one. You've got a really fine ass."

Keeping my back to him while I buttered my toast I regretted not having but my robe on. Worse, I was wearing the bikini panties I'd just bought, and let's just say they didn't cover a lot of real estate. "That's no way to talk to your sister, Mike," I told him. "What are you doing up at this hour anyway?"

"Believe it or not, I thought since Mom and Dad are gone for the weekend it'd be nice to spend some time with you, and knowing you're an early bird I hauled my tired ass out of bed at this ungodly hour thinking I'd join you for breakfast. Then...."

I turned to face him. "Then?"

"There I was just finishing up a quick shower and all the hot water went away."

I laughed. "Sorry about that. I'm doing some laundry."

"Rinsing off in cold water sucks, Sis."

"How was I to know? Can I fix you some bacon and eggs?"

He pulled out a stool at the breakfast bar and sat down. "I was hoping you'd offer. I'm starving."

Looking at him already dressed in shorts and tee shirt at a time when he was usually sound asleep, I said, "You know that was really sweet of you to get up just to hang out with me."

He rubbed his eyes. "Well I don't think I'll be doing it too often. How do people function this early in the morning?" Opening the refrigerator, I bent over to get the eggs and bacon out. As I rooted around for them, Mike went on, "Of course, there are some benefits I didn't expect."

"Benefits?"

"Yeah, like finding a hot college girl in the kitchen wearing hardly anything. Sort of like a fantasy come true."

I chuckled. "Yeah, just your luck she happens to be your sister." I couldn't find the bacon. "There is bacon in here right? I'm sure I saw it the other day."

"I think it's in the back behind the soda. But take your time, I'm really enjoying this."

"Oh come on. My swimsuit is more revealing," I told him as I got down on my knees and hauled out everything on the bottom shelf.

"Then we'll have to go swimming, 'cause I can see the crack in your ass and a good bit of your tits from here."

Jesus, I'd been so caught up in finding the bacon that I hadn't thought about what I might be exposing by being bent over like that. I don't have huge breasts but they fill a C-cup nicely. Turns out they dangle nicely too, in a way that a short crop top can't cover. And these new panties? Not designed for bending over. Clutching my top to me I found the bacon, awkwardly put everything back in the fridge, and stood up.

"Mike, I'm your sister and you shouldn't be looking."

He laughed. "Kelly, like most guys my age I wake up horny and you're not wearing much. So I'm not going to apologize for looking at an incredibly sexy sight, but because you are my sister I told you what I could see. I want credit for that. It would have been a lot more fun just to sit and watch."

"Well, you know, .... I mean, er, ...." In my confusion couldn't find the words. On the one hand, what girl doesn't like to hear she's sexy? On the other he was still my little brother. Yet while he did enjoy my unintentional show, I did give him some credit for speaking up. I didn't have any way of figuring out how all that added up.

"I'd have thought, being a college girl and all, you'd go for a thong, though, not the bikini panty look," he teased.

Pulling up the back of my panties -- Christ, they barely covered my crack under the best of circumstances -- I was determined not to let him get the better of me and said, "You don't like them? I thought they were sexy."

"Oh, they're, like, extremely sexy. I just thought thongs were all the rage."

"I have a couple, but they're not that comfortable."

He leaned on the counter. "You know, I always wondered about that. A strip of cloth between the cheeks? Doesn't strike me as a good design decision. Then I suppose there's a lot of trimming involved, I mean, pubic-hair maintenance-wise."

"Right there's that." I couldn't believe I was talking about this stuff with my little brother.

"Less of a worry with the style you've got on," he said looking at my crotch.

"Well, yeah. That's true."

"Of course they don't come up so high in the front so you have to worry about the top of the triangle so-to-speak." He was loving this. "I mean, the short and curlies could peak out down there if you weren't careful."

I really wanted to act as unconcerned and casual as possible, just be the sophisticated college girl who could fix breakfast in her underwear with out a care in the world, but I couldn't help myself. I had to look down. And, damn, wouldn't you know it? The panties did ride low in front and the top of my blond bush was peaking out. I quickly adjusted my underwear as Mike chuckled.

"Relax, Sis. Remember we used to take baths together."

"Right, when you were, like, two years old." Then I looked at his crotch. "Jesus, is that an erection?"

He just smiled. "Like I said, I wake up horny. It's just biology: teenage boy, sexy girl. It's going to happen. I'm not uptight about it, you shouldn't be either. Hell, take it as a compliment. You're really stunning, Sis. Can't believe I hadn't notice before."

Taking a short break to go put on my robe would have been smart, but that seemed like caving in or, well, losing. Sibling rivalry didn't end when you got to college. So I turned to the stove and began to cook breakfast while making every effort to appear cool as a cucumber.

As I worked and he read the paper, the word "stunning" kept coming to mind. Did my brother really think I was stunning? That was food for thought. And I had to admit there was a part of this I found tantalizing. Fuck, I was a little turned on by having Mike see me as not just his sister but a sexy girl too.

Saying he'd be right back, Mike left the kitchen and returned a minute later -- amazingly accompanied with the strong and obvious aroma of marijuana. I looked over as he sat down again at the counter casually sucking on a joint.

"Is this like a boundary thing?" I asked nonchalantly.

"Huh?"

"Are you testing me? You know, the parents away for the weekend, your sister home on spring break. You find me here in my underwear and tease me a bit about it. Now this. Smoking weed in the kitchen. Seems like you're doing the little brother thing of seeing where my limits are." I was rather pleased with my little speech and hoped it would put him in his place.

"No, that's not it at all. I'm just sittin' here getting high. Want some?"

Damn, this confident assertive Mike was a new twist. "Ah, what the fuck, yeah, give me that," I said. I loved getting high, and because of that avoided it when school was in session. I took a hit and handed it back. This was going to be one strange weekend.

"It's pretty good stuff. Freddy gave it to me after I let him use my car for a date."

"You let someone borrow your car?" It was Mike's most prize possession. He'd bought an old, banged up 1967 Mustang for a song when he was sixteen and had spent the last two years working on it to make it road-worthy again. Dad helped him of course, but he'd done most of the work.

"Well, I knew he had this weed. I think it was a fair trade."

Then it hit me. I felt my whole body come alive in a new way. This really was fine pot, as good as any I'd ever had. After hitting it again, I cracked another egg into the pan. If I was going to get stoned, I figured I better have more than a slice of toast in my belly. By the time I served Mike his bacon and fried eggs I was really buzzing. Sitting next to him, I devoured my egg in a few bites.

"Geeze, this really is good pot."

"Yeah, I've no idea where he gets it and, frankly, don't wanna know." He glanced my way. "Guess you were hungry."

I looked at my empty plate. "Must be the pot." He picked up a napkin and wiped the corner of my mouth.

"There," he said with a smile.

"Thanks."

"Tomorrow, I'll make you breakfast."

"Yeah, right."

"Really, I took a cooking class at school. Great way to meet girls, and I actually learned a thing or two."

"About girls?"

"Oh, I'll never figure them out. But I can cook now, nothing very fancy but more than steak and potatoes."

I sat back on my stool and said, "Well, you're on for breakfast tomorrow then. I guess you're full of surprises these days."

He looked at me appreciatively. "So are you. Really, Kelly, what happened to my tomboy sister? I'm finding it hard to keep my eyes off you and, well, your, er, assets."

"I don't think I've changed in years, physically I mean." But I sure did like being complimented on my "assets."

"Guess it's just me then. Well, that and the way you're dressed, or rather not dressed."

Being stoned had helped me relax. I smiled and re-lit the joint. "So, you like my new panties?"

"Duh? I think I've made that clear. The top's nice too."

I looked down and saw my hard nipples making tents in the fabric. Damn, getting high always did that. I said as much and stretched long and leisurely with my hands clasped high over my head with just the effect I'd intended. The bottom of my shirt rose up to reveal the lover curve of my breasts. "I do really love this top. It's nice to have no restrictions. Wearing a bra sucks."

"Well those sure aren't confined now," Mike said openly staring.

Fortified by the fine weed, I was on the offensive and wiggled my shoulders to make my tits jiggle. "They like being free."

"Jesus, I like them that way too."

I brought my hands down but my top didn't slide back in place, instead it lay high on my tits just barely covering my nipples.

"Now that's a really hot look." When I went to pull it down, he stopped me saying, "Ah, have a heart. Let me enjoy the sight for a moment."

Hooking my feet around the legs of the stool, I sat up straight and pushed my chest out slowly so my pink peaks remained hidden. "What the hell, have to admit I like my tits too." When I heard that come out of my own mouth, I said to Mike, "Really, that is some powerful pot."

"Yeah, a few hits and your good for hours."

"And very relaxed. I can't believe I'm sitting here like this."

"Like what?"

I giggled. "Like half naked and letting you examine me. To tell you the truth, I'm getting as horny as hell." I put my hand over my mouth. "Fuck, just pretend I didn't say that. I kinda forgot about the brother-sister thing for a minute."

"Hey, we're people too. Everybody gets horny."

Well, if he was going to act supercool about the situation, I figured it was time to see where his limits were. I dragged a finger along the underside of one breast. "And everybody gets horny when they get stoned too, don't they? I sure do -- and my breasts get super-sensitive." His eyes followed my finger going back and forth. I felt like a snake charmer. "It's like they almost ache." Then I cupped both mounds in my hands. His eyes bugged out as I massaged my tits, letting my hard nipples slip into view between my fingers while I squeezed the firm flesh of my breasts.

"Sorry, but I thought, since we were being so open and honest about things, I could do this in front of you. When they feel like this the only relief is massaging 'em."

"I fine with it," he said with a big grin.

"Sometimes all the tension seems to get concentrated right here," I told him pinching and twisting the hard buds, pulling them up and away from my chest. Christ, it really did feel wonderful to fondle them. With the buzz from the pot on top of doing it right in front of my little brother, the sensation was incredible. After one last hard pinch I let them go and my breasts jiggled back into place. Now my nipples stood out to their fullest extent, crinkled and an angry red.

"Jesus," Mike muttered softly.

"Yeah, I like 'em too. God, that felt good." So good in fact that my pussy was on fire now too -- my whole body was tingling.

Shaking his head as if to clear his mind, Mike sat up. "That was really hot, Kelly. I've just got to ask, I mean, I can't imagine having a better opportunity to...."

"What?"

"Well, I was talking with a few of the guys the other day and the question came up, er, um, .... Well, ...."

"Spit it out," I told him as I absentmindedly fondled a breast.

"Well, Frank asked if any of us had ever seen a girl suck on her own nipple." He exhaled. "You know, it was just own of those locker room things, and turned out that none of us had. Barry thought it was kind of disgusting, but the rest of us figured it would be a hell of a turn on. Then we started talking about breast size. Obviously girls with small tits couldn't do it and girls with really big ones could." He paused for a moment, then looked at me and asked, "Can you?"

In response I cupped my breast, brought my nipple to my lips and sucked. Leaning forward to watch intently, Mike said "fuck" and adjusted the growing erection in his shorts.

I'd done this for one boyfriend who just couldn't get enough of it. His favorite thing was to have me on top, fucking him while I sucked on my own tits. Hell, it was a favorite of mine too, partly because it turned him on so much -- you know, the whole dominance and being in control thing -- and partly because I liked sucking my tit. No one knew how to do it better than I did after all.

My breasts were just big enough I didn't have to strain to get a nipple in my mouth. Straining was only necessary when I pushed them together and sucked both nipples at once, which I did now. Might as give Mike the whole show, right?

"Oh my god!" he exclaimed leaning closer.

For a moment I sucked the two hard buds with his face just inches away, then I let them slip out just a bit and held them gently between my teeth. I could almost hear his mind working, wondering if he'd get to feel them in his mouth. That's when I let go and sat up.

As my tits bounced free, I pushed him away saying, "But you can never ever tell anyone you saw me do that -- or anything about this morning."

"My lips are sealed. Thanks, Kelly, that was ...."

"Don't even say it," I said looking down at my now wet nipples glistening in the morning sun that crept through the kitchen windows. Stacking his plate on top of mine, I told him, "High time we cleaned the kitchen up." Then I slipped off the stool -- and right on to his thigh.

Okay, maybe it was my unconscious mind at work, but consciously I was just innocently standing up to clear the counter and put our stuff in the dishwasher. What actually happened was that as I slipped off the stool I ended up with my panty covered pussy pressed firmly against the naked flesh of his thigh. Both of us were surprised. The day likely would have turned out quite differently if I had just said pardon me and walked away. Instead, as an erotic jolt emanated from my pussy, I said, "Oops. This is a bit awkward, isn't it?" and stayed right there.

"Awkward? Maybe. But intriguing. You're very warm down there."

"Oh, you wouldn't believe...." I said and then did something that was both very natural given my arousal and very naughty given that was my brother's leg between mine. I rubbed my pussy against his hairy thigh. God, it felt wonderful! His leg pushed back in rhythm.

"Don't fall off," Mike said as he grabbed my hips.

"You think we can each get another hit off that joint?"

Holding me in place a hand on the small of my back, he handed me the joint and lighter. "Let's try."

As I fired it up I rubbed my hot cunt slowly up and down his leg. Licentious? Absolutely. Natural? For sure. What's a girl to do when she's been sexual excited over a period of time and finds something like a long, muscular leg pressing into her crotch? That that was my entire framework for thinking about the situation testified to the state of my mental powers at that moment. After taking a deep hit and handing what remained of the joint to Mike, I began humping more intently, enjoying the new rush as I held the smoke in my lungs.

He inhaled and put the roach down on a plate. In the tight voice of a pot smoker trying not to let too much air out, he said, "great weed," and continued to press his leg between mine.

I looked at him -- our faces just inches apart -- and said, "I don't think I can stop."

"Don't stop."

As I rubbed against him, I felt the changes in my cunt signaling it was well lubricated, ready for a cock. My clit was hard. I spread my legs wider to get maximum contact and started to breathe faster.

Looking into Mike's eyes I saw his arousal grow. Except for the occasional grunt on my part we were silent now, focused on the sensations in our bodies and maintaining the rhythm of our movements as I ground against him and he pumped his leg up and down. Reaching between my legs, I pulled my panties aside and with a sigh pressed my naked pussy onto his bare flesh.

At the contact of naked cunt on his leg, Mike froze, his eyes narrowed. I paused for a second and then slowly rubbed my pussy from the top of his thigh to his knee and back up, and then again, lost in the feeling of his hairy thigh against my tender lips and clit. After a few strokes his leg became slick from my excitement reducing the friction but adding a whole new dimension to the sensation. Reaching behind me I pushed his hand down. He got the idea, his fingers slipped under my panties to my ass. Then, without prompting, his other hand began to fondle a tit.

When I get really aroused I begin to lose myself, and that had already happened. Now I was just an rutting animal wanting to get off. With my little brother's hands on my ass and breast, I humped with abandon up and down his wet leg grunting my pleasure as I approached my peak. I leaned back seeking just the right pressure on my clit yelling, "Yes, fuck, oh, yes! Harder, Mike!" His big hands squeezed me roughly, the hand on my ass pulling me hard against him, and I climaxed, grinding my cunt on his thigh like a some kind of sexual demon.

It was an amazing orgasm. I collapsed against him, rubbing my pussy on his leg to squeeze the last bit of pleasure from from the climax. Strangely, though, it didn't tail off to a rosy glow like I was used to. Instead, it receded a bit leaving me feeling like I could return to that peak again and quite quickly at that. I'd read about multiple orgasms of course and like any woman sought that experience, but until this day it had alluded me. Must have been the buzz from the weed. In any case, after a pause -- and I'm sure to Mike's surprise -- I started humping him again. Slower, more consciously, to be sure, but I knew I had another orgasm in me and set out to get it. In no time I was back on the edge, but now I thought about Mike. Surely he must be close too.