It was the worst time of my life, or so I thought at the time. Granted I was only 23 years old, so I hadn't experienced much in the way of life's ups and downs. But getting dumped by my boyfriend and losing my job are two very harsh experiences, especially when they happen within the span of nine months. Worse yet, I had to tuck my tail, swallow my pride, and move back in with my parents because I could no longer afford to keep my apartment.
But it wasn't all bad. My 18-year-old brother, Jake, was about to head off to college and I got to spend a little time with him before he left. I woke up that morning, took a shower, pulled on a pair cut-offs and a tank top and headed down stairs. And there he was, slumped on the living room couch watching television.
"Good morning, sunshine," I said as I flopped down on the couch next to him. He was wearing a pair of baggy, blue athletic shorts and a beat up, grey pocket t-shirt. He pawed at the carpet with his bare toes.
"Morning, Kerri," he replied glumly.
"What's wrong? You should be thrilled to be getting out of the house tomorrow to start a new chapter in your life," I said, lightly shaking his shoulder.
"I dunno. I guess I'm worried that it's going to be more of the same for me. Plus, I kinda wasted the summer by not doing anything. I couldn't manage to get a job and I spent all of my time alone, as usual," Jake lamented as he looked down at his bare feet.
Jake's experiences as a teenager broke my heart. He was always, and still is, a very scrawny guy. He was always much shorter than all the other boys his age and barely weighed 130 pounds soaking wet. He was un-athletic and very shy which, combined with his size, made him an easy target for high school bullies. I remember Jake calling me a few times while I was away at college. He'd be crying because of all the shit he had to endure. He would tell me that he had no close friends to help give him support, and that I was his only confidant. There were times when I felt like I was his only friend.
But there was something cute about him. His thick, sandy blonde hair was cropped short on the sides and slightly shaggy on the top. His blue eyes sparkled when you could get him to show you his radiant smile. I always figured some sweet girl would see what a great guy he was while he was in high school, but it never happened for him.
"Jake, things will be different for you. It's a new start. College isn't like high school. There are groups of people who will accept you and befriend you. You'll do fine," I said as I put a reassuring arm around his shoulders.
"That's easy for you to say. You were always popular and pretty. I was a fucking outcast."
I could see tears starting to well up in his eyes, but he succeeded in fighting them back.
I did have a few boyfriends in high school and college. I always found it distasteful to compliment myself, but if I'm being totally honest, yea I am happy with my looks-shoulder length light-brown hair, green eyes, and a fit figure from yoga. My breasts aren't big, but I like them. Pert with pink little nipples that easily became erect when touched. Yea, I noticed that guys would check me out, but it is very hard for me to say that I am pretty.
"Jake, I'm not telling you this just to blow sunshine up your ass. Will there be people who don't like or accept you? Of course, that happens all through life. But high school is nothing like the real world. You will find fun and friends at college. I mean it."
"OK, thanks." He managed a weak smile to placate me. His anxiety seemed to lessen a little, though he wasn't totally convinced that what I said was true.
"As much as I hated moving back in with mom and dad, I wish I had done it a few months sooner. We could have hung out and had a fun time this summer. I missed you and I'm going to miss you again while you are away at college," I said.
"Yea, I know. I really missed you when you went away to college. I loved how we would play around when I was little. You were such a great big sister," he said as he managed a melancholy smile.
"I still am, aren't I?" I teased.
"Absolutely," he said, his smile growing a little warmer.
I remembered those times. Since he was five years younger than me, I could cut loose and act like a little kid with him when I was a teenager. We shared a lot of great times playing the typical pretend games you play as a kid.
"Remember all the times we'd play 'lava' when we were kids? You couldn't touch the floor or you'd 'burn up'?" I grinned.
"Yea, you always managed to push me off the bed or the sofa. I'd always get burned up," he said, flashing me that big smile I remembered from when he was younger.
"Or all the times I used to torture you by tickling you?" I giggled.
"Aw, I hated it when you would do that to me, Kerri. You were relentless. I practically pissed myself a few times when you did that to me. I hated that you could pin me down and I'd be totally helpless," he grinned.
For a moment we were silent as I just folded my arms and stared at him wickedly. He sat there for a moment as the grin slowly left his face. I could tell that he knew what I was thinking, that if he moved, I would just pounce on him and torture-tickle him. He hoped I was just trying to tease him and that any thoughts of tickling him would pass. Unfortunately for him, he was wrong.
"No, no, no. Don't you even dare!" he said, trying to be stern.
I just continued to stare at him, silent and unmoving. My eyes narrowed into little slits, accentuating the intensity of my glare and making him fear my intentions. He knew what was coming.
"Noooo!" he yelped as he hopped up from the couch and turned to run. Unfortunately for my un-athletic little brother, I was faster and was able to dive and grab his ankle before he could take a second step to get away. He fell to the floor with a thud and I leapt upon him, pinning him face down on the floor. I laid flat on top of his prone body.
"I have you now, Jake! You can't get away!" I cackled loudly.
"Stop, stop!" he begged as he squirmed wildly in a futile attempt to get away.
"No, no, no, Jakey. You have to take this. It's your punishment for trying to run away from me," I said as I reared up onto my knees. I was straddling the middle of his back while keeping him pinned to the floor. During the struggle, his shirt had ridden up and I was able to push my hands underneath to tickle his back.
"Aaaaarrh!" he yelled in frustration as he thrashed about, unable to escape me.
"Oh, you forgot about this, didn't you?" I teased as I ran my fingers up to his armpits.
"Nooooooooooooooo!" he screamed loudly.
"Oh yes, now I remember. Your armpits! That's the best place to tickle you. You just love that," I teased, my voice dripping with sarcasm as my fingers relentlessly tickled the ultra-sensitive flesh underneath Jake's arms. He was thrashing and wriggling with all his might. He must have gained a little bit of strength as he had gotten older, because Jake was able to put up a pretty good fight. He dragged his body forward several inches along the floor to try to escape my torment, but his attempt to escape was still futile.
"I don't remember this hair under your armpits the last time I tickled you like this. Even though you're getting older, you still can't get away from me!" I continued to tease as I tickled him even harder.
"Gaaaaahhh!" he managed to garble out as he twisted his body underneath me. The worn fabric of his t-shirt tore as he franticly tried to extricate himself from underneath me. He managed to slide forward so that I was straddling his waist. I stopped my tickling as I heard the sound of his shirt rip.
"Oh geez, I'm sorry Jake. I tore your shirt. Let's just calm down and call a truce." I panted as I sat back on my haunches. I was now straddling his upper thighs and I looked down to see that his shorts and underwear had slipped down a bit as a result of our struggle. I was surprised at what I saw.
His shorts had slid down enough to reveal a couple inches of his cock, and he had a full erection. Even more surprising was the size of it. For a guy that small and skinny, it was massive. Hell, it wasn't just big for his size. It was probably the biggest dick I had seen. My little brother was literally all cock.
"Shit, don't look at that," he said as his face turned beet red with embarrassment.
"Oh my Gawd, Jake! I am so sorry," I said as I brought my hand up to cover my gaping mouth.
I wasn't sure if it was because I had been on such a long sexual dry spell or if it was because I was surprised at the size of that thick purple head poking out from underneath his waistband, but I found myself wanting to see the rest of it.
"Can you please let me pull my shorts up?" Jake insisted. He was sheepish and embarrassed as he tried to wriggle free again, but I continued to keep him pinned down.
"Jake, I'm really sorry. Don't worry about this. It's ok. Stuff happens and you don't need to be embarrassed. It's just me, ok? I swear I won't tell anyone. Just let me get off of you so you can pull your shorts back up," I said empathetically.
"Thanks," he said. I could feel him relax as he stopped squirming to try to get away from me.
But I wasn't going to let his torment end that easily. As I slowly lifted my body up off of him, I could sense him letting his guard down as I lulled him into a false sense of security. As I started to turn to get off of him, I quickly turned back, grabbed the waist band of his shorts and yanked them down to his knees. His thick, hard cock flopped out onto his body, completely exposed to me.
"Nooooooooooooooo! God dammit Kerri!" he screamed as he tried to reach down to pull his shorts back up. I grabbed his wrists and slammed them to the floor. I laughed hysterically as I straddled his belly to prevent him from getting back up or reaching his shorts. It was like riding an angry bucking bronco, but my resolve to torment him was stronger than his will to get away. It also helped that I was in great shape and he was still just a scrawny kid.
"I love you, little brother," I teased as I brought my face right up to his. Our noses were practically touching as I just grinned salaciously at him. Even at 23, it was still fun to torment my little brother, especially with the way things had been going for me this summer.
"I hope you are having fun with all this," he muttered, red-faced as his body went totally limp. He had given up, his will completely broken. I could tell I had pushed him a little too far with my teasing.
"Hey, I'm sorry. I just couldn't resist. It's been a shitty time for me. You know that I really do love you, Jake," I said as I let my body relax against his. My face rested in the crook of his neck as I hugged him with my arms and my thighs.
"Thanks Kerri. I know you mean it," he said as he wrapped his arms around me to return the hug.
We laid there for a minute, just sharing our emotional warmth. But I have to admit, I was also enjoying his physical warmth and it felt like Jake was enjoying mine as well. I could feel that he was still hard. The tip of his cock was resting against the bare skin of my inner thigh, near my crotch, where my cutoffs failed to cover my skin.
The tip of his cock was perilously close to my pussy and I could feel it throbbing. "It" being the head of his dick, but it was turning me on and making my pussy throb as well. I could feel his heart beating against me as I was locked in his embrace.
