Possession

I first met my step brother when I was 18 and he had just gotten out of the military. He was 26 and physically an example of military conditioning. However maybe I should back up and start at the beginning.

My mom married his dad when I was 15, but because of military deployments I never met John until he returned home. If there was a thing called love at first sight it happened to me the first time I saw him.

When mom and I moved into the house I unknowingly took John's room. It had been empty since he had been in the military, and I did not know that it was his. Possession is 9/10ths of the law. My room had the typical teenager girl decorations. It was mine.

"This is where I used to sleep." Those were the first words he ever said to me. I knew he was coming home but since we'd never officially met I wasn't expecting him. He poked his head into my room and that was his greeting.

I sat up on the bed and said, "I'm sorry it was empty when I got here."

"That's ok. I'm not planning on staying long. As soon as I can find a place I'll be moving out again, so you can have it." He smiled and I melted. I secretly wished he would stay so I could get to know him better.

As soon as he left I got on the phone with my BFF Cindy and told her everything. "He is perfect. His voice was so kind." Of course her filthy mind went straight to sex. "Well how did he look? I love men in uniform. I've heard military guys will fuck anyone."

I was mortified at this point. "We may have just met, but he is still my family."

"STEP-brother doesn't count. You can still fuck him."

"Who said I wanted to fuck him?"

"Ive known you for years. I was there for your first time. I can hear it in your voice." Did I really want to fuck this man who just walked into my, his, our room? The tingling sensation in my pussy gave it away. I didn't betray my emotions to Cindy though.

After I hung up with Cindy I had to relieve the pressure. I slide my hand into my panties feeling the wetness. I pleasured myself thinking of John.

John's slept on the couch when he was home. My mom and his dad said he could stay until he got settled elsewhere. He came and went all hours of the day.

One day he had left his laundry in the dryer. I needed to dry my clothes and I thought I'd be a good sister and fold his clothes. Mixed in was a couple of pairs of silk boxers. I grabbed a pair of red ones and examined them. The buttons on the slit where his dick went. The softness of the material. More importantly they were his. I was determined to have them.

I folded up his laundry and put it in a laundry basket. I put the basket next to his stuff. Minus the red silk boxers. They were mine. Possession is 9/10ths of the law.

Every night I would go to bed wearing those silk boxers. I imagined him walking into my room catching me wearing them and asking why. My fingers would slide between the slit and I'd feel my wetness. I rubbed my clit under the material. Each night I'd climax and each morning I'd hand wash the boxers only to repeat the next night.

John was right. As soon as he could he moved out. He got himself an apartment.

The fall semester arrived and I went to the local community college. Cindy and I were majoring in nursing. We had discussed it for years. We always wanted to be taking care of people.

Classes were long. Labs. Clinicals. We barely had time to have fun. But on those occasions we would go out to the male revue club. My personal favorite was Sgt Schlong.

Mom and dad, had been married for ten years when I got to see John again. It was their anniversary and I threw them a party. All their friends were in attendance. Cindy showed up with her latest doctor that she was screwing. I was too focused on my studies to commit to anything other than Sgt Schlong and casual dates.

Knowing I'd be seeing my step brother again I wanted to look my best. I wore a floral sundress with no bra. I wore a yellow lace thong.

I was setting up the snack food and drinks when John walked in with her. She was beautiful. It was obvious that they were a couple and they were perfect for each other. He greeted mom and kissed her on the cheek. He shook dad's hand. He looked over and saw me and brought her over.

"Eve, let me introduce you to Nancy."

"It's so nice to meet you Nancy. Are you a coworker of John's?"

She smiled and said "no I'm his fiancé." My heart sunk.

Cindy noticed our interaction and came over soon after. "I knew you'd had fallen for him." But she left it at that and distracted me for the rest of the evening.

I attended the wedding as John and Nancy got married. She was beautiful and he was handsome in

His tux. Possession is 9/10ths of the law, and in this case the law said they were married.

As the years passed I got married myself. I had a couple of kids. Mom and dad had more anniversaries. I got divorced a couple of times. John and Nancy and the boys would stop by every couple of years for a few hours to visit mom and dad.

It was a call to John I never thought I'd have to make. "Dad was taken to the hospital and died this morning."

"I'll be up first thing in the morning."

It was a restless night. My mom's husband had died, but after all those years I called him my dad. Possession was 9/10ths of the law. Also knowing that the object of so many years of quiet pleasurable fantasies, was coming.

He walked in the door the next morning and immediately broke down crying. Mom and I went to hug him and comfort him. I reached for his hand and he grasped mine.

It was probably 5-10 minutes of silence just us holding each other. We went the the funeral home and planned the service. Nancy and the boys came up a few days later and we buried dad.

The boys had school so Nancy and them left to go back home. John stayed.

We spent the next couple of days helping mom get the beneficiary paperwork together. In looking through dad's things we found pictures, mementos, and lots of tears.

"I forgot dad put the pool in for you." John was holding a picture of Cindy and I laying by the pool in our bikinis. "Y'all looked hot, and I don't mean summer time hot."

That was the first time I'd ever heard John say anything about how I looked. I blushed when I saw the picture and heard his comment. "Yes, we had lots of fun in that pool. Although I got rid of that bikini a long time ago."

John told me stories of his high school friends and their pool parties. The times in the hot tub.

"Let's get in the pool now John."

"I don't have a swimsuit", he replied. "And I don't have that bikini", I said.

He shrugged and said "Ok". We went outside to the pool and stripped down to our underwear. I looked over and he had on a pair of red silk boxers. I had a pair of red cheeky panties and a matching bra.

We looked at each and just smiled. He dove into the water and swam to the shallow end. I leaped in and followed him.

When I caught up with him I asked him how long he'd worn silk boxers and why.

"I started as soon as I got out of the military. I was done wearing the issued cotton single color boxers. Although one of my first pairs I bought came up missing."

I immediately blushed and looked away.

"Do you always color coordinate your bras and panties?" My initial thought was "Only when I am on a date with a handsome man", but in reality I color coordinate all the time. "Yes, I like matching my underwear. "

We got to talking about his time in the military and when he came home. He admitted he was a little jealous of me taking over his bedroom and being able to spend time with dad. "But, possession is 9/10ths of the law", he said.

Funny I think that all the time.

When he said that I felt I had to come clean about the missing silk boxers. "I took them." He looked at me with a question on his face.

"Took what?", he asked.

"Um, your red silk boxers," I sheepishly replied.

"I suspected you took them, but could never prove it. Why did you take them? What did you do with them?"

Now those were questions I was not prepared to answer. "Well when I first saw you I fell in love with you. You had just gotten out of the military and you looked wonderful. When I was folding your laundry I saw them in there and seized the opportunity. Plus I was a young teenager with hormones that I was still trying to control."

He looked at me and I just wanted to slide into the water and disappear. "Since we are being honest with each other. There were times I 'borrowed' your panties myself."

It was my turn to be surprised. "I didn't think you even noticed me. Why did you do it and what did you do with them?" I asked.

"I'd never had a sister before. In the military you had the barracks hoes, so nobody I wanted to make permanent. I'd always seen the stories of boys finding their sisters panties and using them to jerk off into."

This conversation had gone into a direction I hadn't anticipated. Maybe it was the revelation of his defiling my panties, maybe it was the sadness of dad passing away, but I moved closer to him in the pool and just hugged him.

His big strong compassionate arms wrapped around me. I just melted into his arms. This was my big brother and we were finally connecting.

I looked up at him and smiled. He leaned in and kissed my lips. Our tongues immediately started to probe each other's mouth. I felt his hands slide down to my ass as he cupped it.

"Wait!!! What about Nancy?" Possession is still 9/10ths of the law.

"Nancy and I have not had sex in years. We sleep in separate bedrooms. She doesn't own sexy underwear like yours."

That was enough for me. I leapt into his arms in the pool. Wrapped my legs around him and resumed our kissing. This was no longer a brother/sister kiss. This was two adults finally connecting.

I felt his hardness poking into me. His hands still cupping my ass. I wanted him to be inside me. I took off my bra and threw it on the side of the pool. He pulled my panties down and inserted himself into my ready pussy.

It slide in with one smooth motion. Filling me up. I was determined that I was not going to let him go. Possession was mine. I gripped him with my walls drawing him deep inside me. He pushed me against the pool wall and I felt him thrusting.

Sliding in and pulling out slowly. In and out. We continued to kiss. As our bodies were one. I moved with each thrust to meet his motions. It wasn't long before I felt the familiar wave of the building orgasm.

As it swept over my body I felt his release inside of me. His hot cum filing me up. Mixing with my juices.

Instinctually I knew that this was not a one time event. I knew that John was now mine. Possession was 9/10ths of the law.