For the last 4 months our parents have been remodeling and I have had to share a bedroom with my younger brother. Actually we have had to share my bed.
My parents started this project about the time we got out of college for the summer and it looks like its going to be a long three months.
This is embarrassing because we are no longer children and I felt very exposed sleeping with him like this, at first
I would notice him looking at me while we were getting ready for bed and I found it oddly exciting.
At first I tried to ignore his repeated glances but eventually I couldn't continue to act as if nothing was going on between us.
We didn't really talk about it but we were both aware of a subtle excitement between us.
We would sit around in our underwear or pajamas talking with one another. While we talked I would see him glance casually at my breasts and then look away quickly when he sensed that I had caught him.
As I watched him look at me my nipples would slowly become so hard even he could see them through the material of the pajama top or T-shirt I was wearing to bed. Every glance made them a little harder.
It was embarrassing but it was also exciting because his penis would also become erect creating a tent in his underpants. We'd both pretend that we weren't looking at each other but we really were and we each knew it.
I found I liked him looking at my stiff nipples and took to pulling at them and teasing them in the bathroom so they would be nice and hard before I slipped my top on.
Of course this also made me slippery down below but I didn't think he was wise to this.
I would be tingling all over because of the effect that I knew that I was having on him.
When we got under the covers we'd lie there and the only sound in the darkness was our excited breathing.
I don't think either of us slept a wink the first week and I know that he would sneak off to the bathroom in the middle of the night and then come back and sleep like a log.
I thought that he might be jacking off in the bathroom and just to make sure one night I stood in the darkened hall outside the bathroom door listening to him masturbate while I squeezed my soaking pussy through my panties.
I went back to bed and got myself off long before he returned from the bathroom.
If I had left it at this everything would have been ok but I took our teasing up a notch.
I started to show off before we went to bed, walking around topless or naked under a bathrobe. I'd act like it was no big deal standing there topless trying to decide on what I'd be wearing and all the while he'd be staring openly at me.
I'd let the bathrobe fall open exposing a leg and then bend over making sure the top gapped open showing him part of a breast.
I know he was dying to see me naked but I just gave him little glimpses leaving him to stew in his own juices.
I was driving him crazy!
One night he brought home an article about the nudist lifestyle and we decided to experiment with nudism together.
The first couple of nights were very frustrating.
We both stripped naked and as soon as he pulled his shorts off his cock sprang up and bounced a little and then just stuck out of him like a branch.
It was impossible for him to hide his excitement so he got to walk around with his erection bouncing in front of him.
We'd sit there and watch the stupidest TV show we could find but I could never completely ignore the fact that my brother was sitting naked next to me on the little couch with a blazing hard on.
I pretended not to notice but at the same time I would feel my labia slide against one another every time I crossed my legs.
Who am I kidding? I was flushed, my nipples were as hard as little pebbles and whenever I got the chance I'd sit sprawl legged letting him get a pretty good look at my slippery, red and very swollen pussy.
We started turning into bed earlier and earlier, feigning exhaustion we often were in bed before eight PM.
We decided that because we were related that it would be ok to sleep naked together.
I know it sounds counterintuitive but it seemed to make sense at the time.
I mean we'd already gotten pretty open with one another. We'd become very aroused together and after all, I wasn't even considering letting him slide his cock into me.
I will admit that I thought about what it would be like to feel him pump me full of warm cream, almost certainly letting him knock me up...but we weren't actually doing it.
We'd just keep using self-discipline.
You know...look but not touch.
It was liberating to walk around naked in front of each other as we prepared for bed. His erection would sometimes droop a little but then it would get hard again.
Sometimes he would have a string of pre come hanging from the tip of his rigid erection which would either drip onto the floor or he'd wipe it off with an embarrassed smile
I guess that's only natural and I tried to ignore it.
I will also admit that I kind of egged him on him by talking about sexual things I had done when we got underneath the covers.
For example I admitted to making out with a girlfriend once when she stayed overnight and he admitted that he and his best friend had spied on me taking a bath and then jacked off together.
"You were watching me?"
"Yeah."
"and jacking off together?"
"Yeah."
"Did you touch each other?"
"Just a little...once or twice."
The longer that we whispered back and forth in the darkness the more aroused we both became.
I told him about my friend who stayed overnight and how we had started talking about boys and wound out making out with one another.
"How far did you go?" he asked.
"I let her play with my boobs and we kissed." I volunteered.
"Anything else?"
"We kind of...masturbated together...most of the night." I felt him grind his cock into the mattress. I was really getting to him.
I however didn't let on exactly how wet and swollen I was.
Even though after our little talk he had an erection that he was grinding into the mattress I wouldn't touch it even though he asked me almost begged me but I refused.
Finally he tried to masturbate right there in the bed with me but I made him stop telling him that I didn't want him to be spraying his cream all over my bed.
Finally he got out of bed and went to the bathroom.
I waited about five minutes and then I realized that I had to pee and got up and knocked on the bathroom door and then opened it. He had stopped jacking off when I opened the door but we both knew what he was up to.
The only light was a dim night light but I'm sure that he could see even in that dim light how swollen and aroused I was. My nipples were so hard that they hurt and every time my breasts bounced, even a little I felt them tingle in time to my rigid clit.
He was sitting on the toilet his cock shiny with the baby oil I could smell in the air. I told him not to get up and making sure to bounce my breasts once or twice I stepped into the bathtub squatted and began to pee.
For a moment the room was silent except for the sound of my stream hitting the bathtub and then I asked him if he would let me watch him jack off.
He didn't say anything but started to stroke it slowly as I watched in rapt fascination. The room was silent except for the sound of my diminishing stream hitting the bathtub and his oiled hand moving up and down his rigid and slippery cock.
I didn't say anything but as soon as I stopped pissing I slipped my hand down to my now dripping and slippery pussy and began squeezing my labia together as I squatted in the bathtub solemnly watching him stroking his rigid cock.
Pretty soon the solitary sound of my brother jacking off was joined by the slippery sound of my fingers making rapid little circles around my hard clit.
I don't know if he heard me flicking my clitoris, but by the time, a couple of minutes later he started shooting jet after jet of cream into the air I was also creaming right along with him on my rapidly moving fingers.
Things have gotten out of hand.
We thought that just masturbating together in bed would be all right if we promised not to touch one another but it turned out to be a promise that neither of us would be able to keep.
At first we did all right talking back and forth, our knees raised under the blanket. When I heard him squirting his cream into the sheet that would always push me over the edge and I'd start creaming right along with him.
Sometimes I'd stop him and make him go to sleep horny. I'd tell him to save it up and make him promise not to jack off alone.
After three or four nights without jacking off his balls would be huge and his cock would be as hard as a rock from the second we took our clothes off until we turned in to sleep. And that was a long time; we'd started going to bed right after dinner, but we never went to sleep right away.
I would have him massage my back on those nights and sometimes I would feel his cock drooling on me while he did his brotherly duty.
On the fifth night I woke up to find the bed empty and my bladder full. I got right up and opened the bathroom door without knocking and sure enough he was jacking off.
I tried to get him to stop and eventually had to slap his hands away from his rigid cock.
I stepped into the bathtub and immediately without bothering to squat began to pee, the stream arching out in front of me as he watched.
"Can I please just jack off just a little" he whispered breathlessly.
"No" I replied relishing his longing gaze as I relieved myself in front of him. "No touching yourself."
"All right" he said and getting to his feet thrust his erect cock into my warm stream causing it to spatter against both of us.
"I'm not touching myself" he gasped and looking down I realized that he was about to come right there. As a matter of fact before I could do anything he began drooling hot cream as my stream bathed the head of his rigid cock.
"I can't help it" he gasped and even though I had stopped peeing directly onto his cock he shot a jet of cream high into the air that landed across my breasts with a splatter.
He continued to spray me with his sperm until I was covered nearly head to toe with his cream. He'd saved up quite a lot in five days!
Afterward we took a shower together to wash the sperm off both of us and while I stood luxuriating in the warm water he sank to his knees and went down on me until I came in his mouth.
Now we were touching.
At least he had touched me.
Now I wanted to touch him.
I wanted to feel his cock throb as he shot his load and I asked if I could hold him as he did it.
He allowed me to do this but insisted on being able to pull on my aching nipples while he did.
He let me hold his cock as he shot his load into the air. I could smell his cream and I'll bet he could smell how excited I was as well.
Every time he would gently pinch on my nipple I could feel myself gushing like a slut in heat.
It was so arousing feeling his cock get all thick just before he started to come. I would tighten my fingers around the shaft and try to stop him but my little fingers were no match for his burning need,
Even as I whispered at him that he shouldn't be squirting in front of me I would feel it start to pulse under my tightly clenched fingers and then I would hear him whimper trying to stifle himself and then the sound of his sperm spattering all around us.
I'm not proud of this but after a couple of experiences like this with him I just flipped over spread myself wide and flicked my own clit until I climaxed violently in front of him while the cream was still squirting out of his dick.
Now we would lie in bed desperately touching one another until he spilled his warm sperm all over my slippery hands and I would cream openly like a slut all over his fingers as he flicked my clit back and forth.
