I'm amber and it all started when I was in high school. He was at that awkward age when he didn't know what to do with all those hormones. I caught Matt masturbating all the time. He'd be right downstairs when I'd come to get him for dinner. He was confused and I never really thought about the role I may have played. Later, it almost seemed as though he was trying to get caught. I'd find my panties missing or moved around. And sometimes I'd wake up with the feeling that I was being watched. I'd roll over, my nighty pulled up above my waist and the covers off of me (I've always moved around so much when I sleep its hard to keep anything covering me). I'd look at my door open just a crack, and no one would be there. I had the same feelings when I'd be in the shower or just getting out. Looking through the steam, I'd swear that someone was there, that Matt was there, but never when I went to look.
I was in high school and along with Matt's tendencies, we were just in two different worlds. When I left for college, I left a horny, confused little creep. As he grew up a little bit, got some girlfriends and found an outlet for all those hormones, he started to turn into a really sweet guy, not to mention cute. He was taller than me with the same brown hair and brown eyes as myself. He was a runner so he kept in shape and had beautifully strong legs and longer hair that would fly all around when he ran.
I used to be a lot thinner. I was kinda short, just barely 5'3", but I had a pretty curvy body and was always proud of my tight little ass and perfect handful breasts with small dark nipples. All those times I thought Matt was watching me, it crept me out, but at the same time I was flattered that a young guy would be interested in my body. But, I gained what they call the freshmen fifteen when I went to college. Just as he was filling out into a young man, I was gaining weight and feeling pretty self conscious about it. So I started working out and managed to get in better shape than I had been my entire life. Matt was getting stronger every day and more cute, too.
We talked a lot more now that I was at college and he was a senior in high school. We were getting to be good friends, too. My school was only a few hours away so he'd come visit sometimes.
I had a really big apartment to myself. And after his cross country season ended he came to see me on the way home. It was a great time for me to have someone to talk to. The campus was empty and I had just broken things off for the last time with my on-and-off boyfriend of 6 years. Don't feel sorry for me, though. It was actually a reason to celebrate, we'd been through so much screwed up stuff and I knew that it had to be final this time. I just needed someone to reassure me that I had actually made the right decision. My brother was the perfect candidate, since he new my ex and all the cruel things he'd done to me all the way back in high school. And my brother was none to fond of him to begin with.
So, we started talking over a bottle of wine and got the point where he probably shouldn't be driving, so he called home and said he'd be staying the weekend. We changed into our pj's, his just an old pair of gray sweatpants, no underwear, I noticed. And me, in white boxers and a white tank top with spaghetti straps.
It was great, just sitting around talking like we had never done before. One bottle turned into two. I was ok, I'd been at college now three years and had built up a tolerance. Matt, on the other hand, hadn't had anything to drink in months. He's a runner, remember. Under the circumstances, he was holding up pretty well, but was really talkative.
"remember when we came up here two years ago for the race?" he was saying.
"and you almost got me fired," I replied.
He and some of his friends brought a trunk full of water weapons with them when they crashed at my place one weekend.
"hey," he said jokingly "you still have your job and as I recall, your boss got what was coming to him."
They had super soakers, water balloons, anything that could launch large quantities of water. Their little battle was raging all over campus, and just as I was going to tell them to cut it out, I saw it. My boss walking across campus to calm these rowdies down.
"besides, I thought it was my friend, Paul," Matt was saying.
Matt turned on my boss and soaked him from head to toe with a water gun. I started to laugh over our glasses of wine. It was a pretty funny sight. We kept talking and laughing, and two bottle turned into three as he popped the cork and poured me another glass.
"you're looking great, amber. But then again, you've always looked great," he blurted out.
"what are you talking about? You must not have seen me much after I came to school. I was getting pretty fat," I said.
"no, I remember you. And even then you were gorgeous." the wine must have been hitting him; I was hideous.
He looked me straight in the eyes and I could see he wasn't that drunk. "no, you were so cute. I know you gained weight, but all it did was accentuate your curves and make your baby face all the more unbelievable."
I was blushing, but it felt great to know that even when I looked bad, he still thought I was sexy. "Matt, do you want to hit the couch and watch a movie?" I guess the wine was hitting both of us.
Matt sat down at the end of the couch, me at the other and I put my feet up in his lap. I guess out of habit he just started rubbing my feet. I'd never had a foot massage, but he seemed like it was the most natural thing to do, that's how good it felt.
"mmmm, that's nice, I'll bet your girlfriend really likes that," I said.
"who, Melissa? We broke up over a month ago. Thanks for knowing what's going on in my life," he joked. "you know, when I get done here, I can do your shoulders. I give even better back rubs."
I was tingling, from his hands on my feet, ankles, and calves, and I was tingling in places that probably shouldn't be when you're with your brother. Never the less, I was getting turned on, but three bottles of wine will shut off that part of your mind that says 'think about what you're doing.' or, so I told myself, cuz I was having no qualms about how aroused I was getting. I think that he was enjoying the feelings, too. While he worked on my left foot, I placed my right foot up against his groin, lightly rubbing up and down. He had a pretty serious hard-on going. I loved it.
"why don't you do my neck and shoulders now," I whispered as I crawled across the couch to sit between his legs, facing away from him. My hair is pretty short, so it wasn't in the way. I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck and his bulge digging into my ass. I started tingling again.
"I can't believe how good of shape you're in. I can feel how strong your shoulders have gotten. You've been tanning, too, haven't you?"
"mmmmmmm, yeah," was all I could manage.
"when did you lose the power of speech," he joked.
"I'm sorry, you're just so good with your hands. I'll bet Melissa was sorry to see you go." 'I'll bet he's even better with something else' I thought.
"lean forward a bit and lift up your arms," he told me. Leaning forward only pushed my ass against his hard-on even more. He gently started working on my sides and lower back, alternating hard circular strokes with the lightest feather sweeps of his finger tips across my lower back and up under my top. It was electrifying. As he got closer to the sides of my breasts with his feather touch my dark nipples began to stick straight out. He slowed, as if waiting for me to stop him. I didn't and that was the signal that there would be no turning back.
I was 21 and he was 18. I was his big sister and he was my little brother. And this was wrong ...
But it wasn't. Nothing had ever felt so right. I loved him more than any other man in my life. We were great friends and he was so handsome with his bright white teeth and sharp jawline, messed up brown hair coming down past his eyes. This was right, and we both knew it.
His hand slowly slid around my side and the first time he touched my breasts, he was so sensitive. Nothing like my ex who would go in hard and always leave me feeling unfullfilled. No, this, with Matt, was perfect.
He traced the under side of my breasts with light fingers and slowly circled each one, slowly getting closer to my erect nipples. Just as he reached them, he dropped his hands to my side again, without touching my nipples that were begging for attention.
"what are you doing?" I whimpered.
He said nothing, just planted a warm, soft kiss on the back of my neck and gently, but quickly stripped off my top. I turned to face him and decided I couldn't wait any longer. I went in for a long deep kiss but he stopped me.
"amber, you know what we're doing, don't you? Are you drunk?" he was being so sweet it was starting to drive me nuts.
"yes, I am drunk. Yes, I know exactly what we're doing. And I've never been more sure about what I want than right now. Even if this is for one night, I want this. I want you, Matt. I want my little brother," I whispered. I was amazed at how sultry I sounded, like a seductress. And I felt so sexy.
"you have amazing breasts ... Simply perfect," he whispered as he leaned in to kiss them softly. I reached down to his groin as he massaged my breasts and licked and kissed and sucked them. His tongue gently taunting my hard nipples. It was amazing. He jumped a little when I got his hard penis out of his pants. I looked down, but didn't need to. I could tell from how it felt that I should probably stop calling him my 'little' brother. He wasn't huge or anything, but it was the most beautifully perfect cock I'd ever seen. It was only about 6 inches, but was thick. I'd find out later, that it was the perfect fit for me. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
I slowly jerked his cock while he kissed every inch of my tits, slowly licking me from belly button to collar bone. It was incredible.
I got up off the couch and removed my boxers leaving only little black cotton panties. I started to remove those as well, but he grabbed my hand. "let me," he said.
He stood up and I grabbed the waistband of his sweats, lifted them outwards to avoiding snagging them on his raging erection. I then yanked them down and found myself staring his member dead in the face. It was amazing and I couldn't help but grab it and start licking it from base to tip. I massaged his balls while I placed his head in my mouth. "mmmmmm, that's amazing," he said.
