After I split with my boyfriend, and my brother Paul divorced his wife we moved in together purely for financial reasons.
I'm 23 and told I'm pretty, I have a good athletic body and nice 34C tits.
Paul is 28 and very fit and works out regularly.
We both worked hard and earned a good wage. I saved hard to try to get a house of my own but soon realised it would take a long time.
I was very comfortable living with Paul and really enjoyed his company. We had become just like a married couple but without the sex.
I've always been very highly sexed and missed it like crazy. I masturbate daily and have a collection of sex toys. But I certainly miss the touch and feel of a good hard cock inside my fanny.
I often hear Paul masturbating in his room and I'm sure he has heard me too.
One evening after a shower I dressed as usual in just my knickers and a baggy t shirt and went downstairs.
Paul was laying down on the sofa, "move over Paul make room for me." I said.
"No, if you want me to move you'll have to move me." He replied.
"Okay, no problem."
I jumped on him and started to tickle him, I knew he hated to be tickled and he was yelling at me to stop. He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight to his body to stop me using my hands to tickle him some more. My face was on his chest and I could feel his cock hardening against my leg. I felt embarrassed but Paul didn't react and didn't seem bothered about it.
"Will you stop tickling me if I let you go Sam?" He asked.
"Yes, I promise."
He slowly released his grip on me and I sat up straddling him, my fanny was actually touching his cock and there was a very awkward few seconds where neither of us knew what to do. It made me horny as hell but this was my brother, so I moved off his cock and sat further up his torso.
"Are you going to move so I can sit on the sofa?" I asked once again.
"I'll think about it."
I'm not sure why but I leaned forward and shoved my tits in his face to smother him hoping it would encourage him to move. I expected him to complain but he seemed to enjoy it. In a muffled voice he shouted "okay I'll move if you let me breathe."
I sat up and Paul burst out laughing. "Haha, not really, I'm not moving." He said, which confirmed to me that he enjoyed my tits in his face even though they were covered by my t shirt. He was hoping I'd do it again but I had other ideas.
I moved up his body until I had a knee either side of his face, my fanny was about six inches from his face. "I'll suffocate you if you don't move." I said.
"You wouldn't dare." He replied.
I started moving down very slowly towards his mouth, my fanny getting closer all the time, "okay, okay I promise I'll move."
I climbed off him but secretly I was hoping he'd let me put my fanny on his face as I wanted to know what he would do about it.
Paul did move and I sat down on the sofa next to him. I realised I was soaking wet between my legs, I was really turned on.
It had been a few months since I'd had sex and I needed it. If Paul felt the same I'd be happy to fuck him, he definitely enjoyed my tits in his face and I hope he'd want more.
"Do you miss your wife?" I asked him
"I miss her pussy." He replied.
"Haha, you very nearly had mine in your face just now."
"Mmm I know I did, if you weren't my sister I'd have pulled you down onto my face and licked you through your knickers."
"You sound as desperate as me for a fuck." I replied.
"I'm certainly desperate, we never go out so there's no chance of either of us getting laid."
"What we both need is a fuck buddy."
"Who do you have in mind Sam?"
"I have the perfect solution to our problem. How about you and I become fuck buddies?"
"Are you fucking serious?" Paul shouted.
"Yes, just think about it. You need pussy, I need cock. Nobody will ever know but us two."
"Okay I'll consider it. If you weren't my sister I'd definitely go for it as I'm permanently horny lately but it's incest."