Terry woke up with a soft whimpering moan. The dream she had been having as she slept was even raunchier than normal. Her brother teasing her nipples until she came, stripping naked in front of him, him stripping in front of her. She whimpered and tried to roll over onto her back. There was a pillow in her way. Suddenly, it hit her; it had not been a dream.
She pulled the pillow over out of the way and rolled over onto her back. She gave a jerk and rolled back over on her side as something poked her in the hip. It was the hairbrush she had used to fuck her ass as Calvin, her brother, watched. She moaned softly as her hips flexed several times at the memory of the orgasm she had had.
Pictures of Calvin's hard dick standing up against his belly from when they were in the living room and from when he was standing at the foot of her bed flashed behind her eyes. Her hips moved even harder for a second as thoughts of it sliding up her ass crossed her mind. The only problem was that it looked twice as big across as the old cigar tube she used to fuck her ass with and that was the biggest thing ever to be in there.
Terry groaned softly and rolled over on her right side so she could reach the lamp on her nightstand. She felt the cool metal of the cigar tube pressed against her breast as she reached for the lamp. With the lamp on, she rolled back to lay flat on the bed as her hand found the cigar tube. She held it in her left hand and wrapped the fingers of her right hand around it.
"Yeah, his dick is a lot bigger," she whispered aloud.
She stroked her hand up and down the tube and then stuck the rounded end in her mouth. She whimpered softly as thoughts of her brother's dick in her mouth raced across her mind. It would be warm where the tube was cool and it would have a different flavor, she was sure.
"I've got something a whole lot better than that cigar tube to suck on," she heard her brother say from outside her door.
Terry jerked the tube out of her mouth as her eyes flew to the door. It was open several inches and she could see Calvin looking at her through the crack. She shivered and tossed the blanket covering her body aside. Naked and exposed, she asked, "Are you spying on me?"
"Well, yeah," Calvin replied with a chuckle. "Why else would I leave your door ajar."
Terry brushed the cigar tube against her left nipple and then against her right. Its cool slick touch made her nipples harden even more than they had been. Knowing that Calvin was watching made her whimper softly as she dragged the end of the tube around each of her breasts and then down across her stomach.
As the tube moved over the short brown hair on her mound, the door swung open fully. Terry groaned softly as she saw where her brother's hand was. It was slowly moving up and down around his hard dick. With another soft groan, she moved the end of the cigar tube so it was moving up and down in the slit of her pussy. Slowly she spread her legs and let the tube move even lower to rub against her wet opening.
"Where are you going to stick that?" Calvin asked with a grin.
"I could put it back in my mouth," Terry whispered teasingly. When Calvin just nodded, she added, "Or I could stick it up my ass, if the bet is still on." If she did stick it up her ass, he had to eat her pussy, which was something that had never happened except in her wildest fantasies.
"You've already won the bet," Calvin said as he walked over to the foot of her bed. "The hairbrush was enough proof for me."
Terry giggled and ran the end of the tube even lower as she raised and spread her legs. She felt the end of it slide over her anus. "I wonder if I'll come as hard as I did with the brush handle."
"Probable," Calvin replied and then walked around to the side of Terry's bed. He was on the side with the lamp. Grinning, he released his dick and grabbed her ankles, spinning her around so her sex faced him.
Terry gasped and then groaned as he spread her legs wider and pushed forward until her knees where up near her ears. She groaned loudly and flexed her hips. His face was less than a foot from her fully exposed pussy. When he slowly licked his lips, she groaned again as her hips jerked upward toward his face. Was he going to do it? Was he going to eat her pussy?
Those questions nearly put her over the edge of an orgasm she did not know was building. "I... I... I..." she stammered.
Calvin grinned and let go of her legs for a second, only to grab them again. He pulled her toward him until her ass was right on the edge of the bed. Her eyes grew wide as they darted to his hard dick only a foot or so from her pussy. "You can't—"
"No, I can't," Calvin said cutting her off. He took the cigar tube out of her hand and knelt down at the side of the bed.
Her feet were still in the air so he moved one to each shoulder and said, "Hand me the baby oil."
Terry moaned very loudly and whispered, "You're going to do it? Fuck my ass with the cigar tube, that is."
"Will that make you come hard enough?"
"Oh God, yes!" Terry said as she fumbled with the bottle of baby oil. It took her three tries to get the bottle to her brother.
His eyes wander up and down her body as he rubbed the oil onto the cigar tube. "I love to look at a woman from this position. Nothing is hidden, nothing at all."
Terry whimpered and flexed her hips as a hot blushed covered her upper chest and face. "Can I sit up more?" She asked a moment later. "I... uh... want to watch you do it."
"Get your pillow."
Terry got the pillow and placed it under her head. Then she pulled it out, doubled it over, and put it back. "Much better," she whispered a moment later.
Calvin watched as her hands moved to the bed and then to her stomach, back to the bed, back to her stomach, up to her breasts, and back to her stomach. With a grin he said, "Reach above your head and grab the edge of the mattress."
When she did, he smiled and nodded. "Now, don't let go or I'll stop and go to my room."
Terry gave him a shocked look. "You wouldn't dare."
Calvin narrowed his eyes and frowned. "Want to bet?" He asked as a little surge of power coursed through his body. It wasn't like anything he had felt before. It was an interesting feeling. One he realized he liked.
Before his sister could reply, he laid the slippery tube in her slit and moved it up and down firmly. It rubbed in the length of her slit and against her clit as he did. Terry's hips gave little jerks as she made a gasping sound. As the tube continued to move, her hips rose up slightly trying to make even firmer contact.
"Just relax and leave everything to me," Calvin whispered as he pressed down with the tube and continued to rub her slit. His other hand, which was covered with baby oil, was busy stroking his dick in time with the motion of the cigar tube.