A/N: To anyone that really reads this I'm sorry about how it sounds I was anxious and this is my first literotica I've ever written so enjoy though!
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I was in love with my brother. He was something I always truly wanted, sexually, emotionally and everything in between. He was what my body craved with ever cell and fiber of my being. I guess if I were to think It all started when I was six years old, he had jumped in when a bunch of mean girls had been about to beat me up and he got them all to back off, he had been my knight in shining armor and I swore at that moment I fell in love with him, I told everyone I wanted to marry him someday and they all thought was funny up until I was eleven and said I wanted to marry him and that's what got me slapped by my mother, she screamed at me that I needed to cut the shit that I could NOT marry my brother and that it was wrong for me to say that so I never said it again. I spent all my time in my room, fantasizing, imagining and lusting after my dear older brother. Well I should go back, just so you're not confused.
One Year Ago
"Raksha? Can I come in?" My mother asks and I blinked looking up.
"Yeah come in." I say loudly so she could hear me clearly and I stretched out on my stomach and she walked in looking around slightly like she always did when she was nervous. "Mom, what is it?"
"Your. . . um well your brother's coming home."
"Coming. . home?"
"Yes, he said he missed being home and he wanted to switch to the college here so he can be with us and he said he misses you, that he feels that he's missing out on so much."
"Oh."
"You wouldn't mind it if he stayed in here, just until we got his room ready for him?" She asks staring into my eyes and some part of me screamed it was a bad idea.
"Sure I don't mind that!" I say cheerfully and she smiled at me. She walked over and kissed the top of my head softly then smiled brighter at me and it made me marvel at my mother, my brother looked exactly like her they shared the same long thick black hair and the same dancing blue eyes along with the brilliant smile. I inherited my fathers light wheat blond hair and piercing green eyes.
"Alright honey, well actually when I say he's coming home well. . .he's here already, he's been staying at a motel and he wants to come as soon as possible."
"Okay well how about tomorrow? I don't feel like moving things around tonight so I'm not tired out in the morning."
"Of course baby girl, he'll come tomorrow morning, odds are when you wake up he'll be here so you should go to bed now."
"Okay." I reply nodding my head softly yet slowly. She nodded back smiling and she went out of my room.
I sat up stretching arms up over my head and flopped backwards onto my back and stared up at the ceiling every cell in me seemed to be carrying a flame of lust or desire and I shut my eyes,trembling softly. My brother. His name was Mathew but I called him Matt while others called him by his first name. He was like the cover boy for naught thoughts central, I couldn't keep the thoughts of running my hands down his golden skin. . . to touch and trace his rippling muscles. . . to allow my hands to move lower and lower down to his hips where I could. . . I bit my lip my own hands wandering down to my hips and I slipped one hand down past the brim of my shorts and my breath hitched in my throat. How long had it been since I did this? I felt as though I was going to burst into flames as I circled my fingers around my clit imagining it was his fingers and I had to cover my mouth to muffle the soft whimper that wanted out and I trembled gently again and I moved onto my knees, spread my legs as wide as I could and slid my fingers into my hot, aching cunt and I moaned into the bedsheets pumping my fingers slowly then faster. Matt.
He was imprinted on every cell in my damn body, I couldn't stop and I panted roughly my free hand clenching the sheets and I cursed under my breath. Why did he do this to me? After I had cummed I flipped my sheets over and passed out feeling more relaxed then I had in years.
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The piercing sunlight broke my erotic dream land and I opened my eyes to a brightly lit room. I moaned closing my eyes immediately and rolled over onto my back and felt an uncomfortable sensation of my shirt being stretched to tight over my breasts and sat up, I stretched my bones cracking and popping gently from the stiffness and I stumbled to the bathroom shedding my clothes quickly and stared at myself in the mirror. I guess I was a pretty girl, I grew my blonde hair out so it reached the middle of my back which I liked, my eyes were like emeralds it was a bit scary to some people but I loved them, my breasts though, THEY gave me reason to be self conscious.
I was only a 34 C, it was smaller than most girls my age, some nineteen year olds I know had larger breasts than me and now that I knew my brother was coming-no no that he was HERE I felt like they were even smaller I let out a breath grabbing my razor and stepped into the shower scrubbing my hair with my normal smelling green apples shampoo and followed it with the same smelling conditioner and set to work on shaving my pussy gently yet expertly and once I finished it was utterly hairless and smooth, not one sign of stubble and I smiled lightly a blush crossing my cheeks. Why I was doing this all just for my brother I had no idea but still I wanted too.
I turned the water off shivering at the sudden coldness, but I pulled on my tank top and shorts happy it was summer and ran downstairs. There he was in is 5'11 glory stood Matt. He turned at my arrival and smiled brightly his blue eyes shining with happiness.