Reminder that this story series is a fantasy. All characters are of the ages 18 and up. It contains unconsensual sexual activity. If you are uncomfortable, please find another story.
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"Hey Leila, could you come up? I need help with something," my brother had called me from his room.
I was sitting on the couch, cross-legged, and watching my favorite Netflix show. My name is Leila Sciera. I am of average height, standing around 5 feet 3 inches tall. My eyes were a faded green, with dirty blonde hair and light, fair skin. I had a well-rounded ass that caught the attention of some boys at my school, and my breasts were large and squishy. I had a slight athletic form, thanks to my time playing soccer in middle school.
"Coming!" I called back to him, reaching for the remote. Pausing my show, I hopped off the coach and started walking towards the stairs.
Today was a typical Sunday afternoon. My parents were out shopping, leaving my brother and I alone at home. I wore a thin black shirt that stopped short over my flat stomach, with no bra underneath. This meant that my nipples were partially poking through the cloth of my top. Along with that, I wore a short, pleated white skirt that stopped midway along my thighs, with no skirt underneath. I had omitted my undergarments since wearing them at home made me feel uncomfortable and partially restrained.
Plus, I really liked the fresh air I was receiving around my pussy.
Lightly jogging up the stairs, I stepped over to my brother's room and peeked in. My brother, Kean, was standing there. He was a few years older than me. He was tall, standing nearly six feet in height, and had a lean musculature. He had long, wild hair that was a dirty blonde, with light gray eyes, and had slightly tanned skin.
"You need something Kean?" I tilted my head to the side, gazing at him. He was standing there, looking me over from head-to-toe. He wore a white tank-top, showing off his arms, and light gray shorts.
"Yeah, I need you to help me get something," He explained, still looking me over with his expressionless eyes. I could see something starting to push against the crotch of his shorts, but he quickly turned away and pointed to his bed.
"One of my tennis balls accidentally rolled under there," He murmured, "And I didn't want to move my bed since it kept my bookshelf in place against the wall."
"So, you want me to get it for you?" I fully stepped into his room, standing next to him to gaze at his bed, "Why couldn't you do it yourself?"
He lowered his hand and looked down at me. However, his gaze landed on my breasts, and I could feel a heat rising in my chest. My black shirt suddenly felt tight against me, and my nipples began to tingle, slowly perking up.
"Well, you see, I'm too big to reach under my bed," He looked up at my face and smiled at me, "And you're pretty small, so I think you can... Help me."
I sighed, and started heading over to his bed. I was slightly annoyed that he called me over for this when I was enjoying my show. Getting down onto my knees, and hands, I bent down slightly to peer under his bed. I heard a light gasp from behind me, and I looked back at my brother. He was staring at me wide-eyes with a large tent in his pants.
"What?" I asked him, arching an eyebrow.
"Nothing," He quickly replied, and turned to his door.
I blinked a couple of times, and then turned back to his bed. It suddenly hit me that because I was not wearing any panties and wore my skirt, Kean had a perfect view of my ass and bare slit.
Heat quickly rose up from within me, and I contemplated on whether or not I should stand back up and excuse myself to put something else on. However, a part of me sort of liked the idea of having something stare at my exposed, bald pussy. A tingle rose up from within me, racing all over my body. My nipples were fully erect, pushing up against my shirt, and I could feel my pussy swell.
I'll just get the stupid ball and get out of here, I thought to myself, choosing to remain rationale. Lowering my head, I peered under my brother's bed. Unbeknownst to me, he had softly closed his door and locked it, leaving us two alone in his room.
As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I looked around for a tennis ball. However, I could not find anything, except for stored away board games and a pair of skating shoes.
"Hey, Kean, what tennis ball are you talking about?" I called, reaching under his bed to push the board games aside to see if what I was looking for was hiding, "I can't seem to find-"
I felt a warm breath wash over my bald pussy. I froze slightly, holding back a surprised gasp as my pussy tingled.
"What- Kean?" I began to pull my head out from under his bed. That was when I felt hands grab either side of my waist, and something hard and stiff push against my bottom.
"Damn Leila, you're packing some crazy assets," Kean murmured, as he leaned over me, pressing the tent in his short against my ass. His fingers dug into my sides, squeezing my soft flesh.
"Kean!?" I exclaimed, my eyes wide as I tried to look back at my brother. I squirmed, trying to shake myself free from my brother's grip and push myself out from his bed. However, in my fetal-like prostrated position, I was pressed against the ground with my head still partially under his bed. His body, specifically his crotch, was pressed against the back of me, keeping me from pushing myself out.
"Leila," My brother groaned as my squirming caused me to rub my bare ass against the tent in his shorts. He started to press it more against me, rubbing it up and down along the crack of my ass and just barely touching my pussy.
I gasped, freezing up as I felt something wet and sticky glaze itself across my bottom and pussy. I could feel that his shorts were still on, but the part that rubbed against me was extremely warm and wet.
"Kean- Kean, stop it. Please," I called to him, trying to push back against him and unintentionally rubbing my ass against his hard-on even harder, "Stop. This isn't funny. I don't want to do this. Let me out."
But, it was no use.
"Oh my God," Kean groaned, and he slowly moved his hands along my upper torso, feeling every bit of my shirt-covered stomach and chest. His hands arrived on my breasts, and he gently squeezed them. He continued pressing his hard-on against my bottom, this time against my bald pussy. The wet and stickiness of his pre-cum that leaked out from his shorts began to drench the outer lips of my clit, and the heat spread across my crotch.
"Kean- I- KEAN!" I yelled at him, still struggling. But, now, my attempts to fight back started to become unfocused as my pussy responded. Heat flowed from my inside, and the tingling in my pussy became stronger. I was starting to feel horny, and my wetness started to arrive.
"Kean... Stop this..." I gasped, closing my eyes as I felt his tented cock press and rub against my now soaking pussy. I kept telling myself that this was wrong and disgusting, but my body betrayed me even more as I slowly spread my thighs.
At this point, my brother had slipped his fingers under my shirt. My body tingled at the touch of his fingers as they rubbed across my stomach, feeling every bit of my smooth skin. They explored further up, until his hands cupped around my breasts and gently squeezing them.
"So fucking soft," He murmured, feeling my erect nipples with his fingers and lightly pinching and kneading them. I let out a soft moan, before suddenly tensing up with my eyes opening wide.
"Kean, let me out," I pleaded, trying once again to escape, "Please. This is gross. I don't want to do this."
However, my attempts were in vain as my body began to succumb to the pleasure that I was inevitably feeling. I was no stranger to masturbating, having only done it a couple of times whenever I was allowed to be left alone at home. I was only used to rubbing my clit with my finger while squeezing my boobs, and had occasionally ridden a pillow.
