All characters in this story are fictional; I'm a single child myself. This is my first story, so please, give me feedback- good or bad!
My hands reach out and grip the doorknob above me, my knees rubbing against the soft carpet I'm kneeling on. The door creaks open slightly, but the person inside is oblivious to the noise. I gaze at him for a few moments as he slams away at the punching bag in the corner of his room, obviously frustrated with something. Suddenly, he collapses onto the bed from sheer exhaustion, and I nearly topple over from dismay when he tugs off his shorts.
It's my brother.
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My name is Rachel, and I've just turned 18 years old. I'm a good looking girl, sure- about 5'7" with big blue eyes and wavy blonde hair that my friends envy greatly. My skin is tanned from being outside so much and my body is firm from swimming laps in the back pool so often. My breasts are beautiful, at least I think, at 36B, and my ass balances them out perfectly.
Only recently did I start spying on Drew, after I heard some very suspicious noises coming from his room. God, he was perfect. His body was naturally tan and rock hard from excercising so often; he literally made me weak in the knees. My brother had the same blue eyes as me, electrifying and beautiful, but his hair was dark brown- almost black. Adonis, I'm
sure...But, back to the story.
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I fall back on my ass when he takes off his shorts, gripping them tighly and nearly ripping them off with excitement. I shudder at the size of his cock- it's nearly 9 inches long, at least. My hands find my clit and I wonder if a cock that size would ever fit inside me. Drew reaches out, holding his shaft and pumping furiously, lifting upwards to meet his hand like he's fucking a woman. The look on his handsome face is one of pleasure, but I know that I want to give him more pleasure than any other woman- or his hand- ever could. Boldness fills me and I suddenly open the door, knowing that my camisole was sticking to my breasts from sweat.
"Drew?" I ask softly, feigning surprise when I see him in such an interesting position. God, he's perfect.
"FUCK, RACHEL!" he yells at the top of his lungs, bewilderment spreading across his face- but it's too late, and that look is back. He lets out a cry of pleasure, arching upwards and sending ropes of thick white cum into the air. Some lands on his chest, and I bite my lip, waiting for him to say something. One last shudder, and his perfect body sinks back onto the bed.
He looks at me with those stunning blue eyes, and I nearly shiver. Instead, I walk over and gently sit beside him on the bed. "I'm sorry..." I look to him pleadingly, and he simply can't resist the look in my eyes as he nods his forgiveness. "You should leave." he mutters hoarsely, seemingly ashamed of his nakedness. Why the hell would I leave? I ask myself, then shake my head and lay down beside him.
"It's okay...I don't mind." I mutter, but his cheeks get red and I smile inwardly at his embarassment. I lean down, my face parallel to his chest.
"Really, Rach-" he inhales sharply when I suddenly trace my fingers along his body, getting some of his cum on my fingers. I lick it off, and actually like the taste. My whole body is hot as I put my head down and lick the cum straight off his chest, but the look in his eyes is one of anxiety and I know he's torn. I move lower, my breath hot on his cock.
I take it into my mouth, relaxe my muscles, and let it slip in completely. Drew groans involuntarily and takes my head in his hands, shaking his head firmly, but I start to hum and the vibration drives him up the wall. My pussy is wet and my underwear is soaked, so I pull away (much to his displeasure) and take everything off but my shirt. A look of happiness is on my face, but he looks distressed. "Rachel, don't be a dumbass." he mutters as he sits up and reaches for his clothes. "You're gonna get me thrown into jail, I swear to God. Just....get dressed, okay? I'll get you some lunch and we can...Do shit. I dunno." he's confused, but I feel discarded. A tear slips down my cheek as he stands, facing me with a sigh.
"Don't look at me like that. Please." He's weakening, and I can sense it. He got a hard-on from my short but sweet blowjob and it's forming a bulge in his shorts.
I look at him with a small smile, reaching up and touching the outline of his cock. "Did I make you hard, Drew?" I ask softly, and smirk a little as I tug those shorts back down ever so slightly. "I think I did. God, you're disgusting, thinking of your little sister like that. You're thinking of my pussy, aren't you?" he grits his teeth together as my fingers caress his hard dick. "Do you want to see it?" he shakes his head, but how long could he refuse?
"Fuck." he breathes, as I move onto my back and spread my long legs open. I'm soaking wet just for him, and the look of temptation on his face is enough to make me work all the harder. "Drew...you have no idea how much I want you in me." I say softly, realizing that I'm saying things I never thought I would before. "But I'm not good enough for you, am I?" a saddened look crosses my face as I stand and look at him. I only reach to his chest, but his hands grip my hips tightly enough that I feel as if we're even. "Not true, Rach. You fucking know that."
He's so stressed.
