"Hey Jenny," my older brother Sebastian called from the living room. I could hear the question in his voice; I could almost see the blush on his face. With a rush of adrenaline I realized what he was about to ask. "Do we have time for a quick wank before we go?"
I finished washing up and closed the bathroom door behind me. My twenty-five year old math genius brother was sitting on his couch, peering anxiously at me from behind his large, owl-like glasses. We were supposed to be leaving right now. We were supposed to be going downstairs to my illegally parked Jetta, and then swing by my friend Jessica's place, and then drive up to Boston where Sebastian would be attending a mathematics symposium and Jess and I would be catching our friend's band playing their first out of town gig.
"Of course we have time," I said, unable to keep the smile off my face, "But we have to be quick about it."
Sebastian is so cute, all 6'4" of him. I don't understand why he's never really had a girlfriend. I guess he just needs to find a girl who is smart enough to appreciate his geekiness, and aggressive enough to cut through his shyness. He is kind of like an over-sized Tigger; full of energy and innocence and enthusiasm and hilarity. And then in the presence of an attractive girl (I should know, I've tried to set him up before), he gets all stiff and sober and starts going off about Set Theory and Imaginary Numbers and the Calculus of Newton. I swear, sometimes that boy is impossible.
Speaking of being impossible, he already had his jeans down, and his penis was sprawling across his lap, all plump and firm and delicious looking.
We hadn't done this in a long time, not since he started grad school. Sometimes I thought he must have outgrown our little game, and though I had certainly had my fair share of encounters since I had been in college, I have to confess that I had missed playing with him. This was something special, just between the two of us.
I sat down on the futon couch next to Sebastian. "We have to be quick," I reminded him, "we're already late to pick up Jess."
"I know," he said, "Don't worry, it won't take long."
For just a moment, I contemplated dropping my head onto Sebastian's lap, sucking that cock, making him come with my mouth, really blowing his mind. I had had this nasty thought many times before and I had never acted on it. As much as I love giving head (and I do love giving a great blowjob), this was my brother we were talking about. And the rules of the game had always been: As long as it's only touching, we weren't doing anything wrong. As long as we just masturbated each other, it wasn't incest.
It's amazing, how good the human mind is at rationalizing.
I peeled my olive tank top off so that he could watch my breasts jiggle while I worked. He always seemed to appreciate that, and frankly I liked him watching me.
His cock certainly appreciated the gesture. It was standing straight up, and leaking a little clear precome. I wrapped my hand around his familiar, comfortable girth and started pumping.
Because I was in a hurry and wanted to bring him off quickly; hell because I was turned on and horny and curious about how he'd react, I slipped my free hand between his thighs; caressed his balls tenderly for a moment, and then slid further back into uncharted territory. Probing gently between his ass cheeks, I found his anus. My last boyfriend had taught me this trick and I was anxious to see if Sebastian would like it too. As I stroked his hot dick, I tentatively circled that little hole. He arched his back and moaned. I took that to be a go-ahead signal. Very gently, I worked the tip of my forefinger up inside him. At the same time I pumped his dick hard and fast until my shoulder ached, squeezing him for all I was worth.
I thought it worked just fine. Sebastian arched his back and yowled like a tiger. I felt his body squeeze my finger as he came, which I thought was sexy as hell. Fortunately Sebastian had pulled his own shirt off already; he shot a big fat load of semen all over his belly. Some droplets made it all the way up past his nipples! I released him from my grip and went to work slurping up his salty, slightly bitter juices. Hey waste not want not, right?
Normally this would have been the part where I would have pulled down my Capri pants and climbed onto his lap and Sebastian would have gotten his finger nice and slippery and driven me crazy drawing tiny circles around my clit and finger fucking me to a humongous orgasm. But we were already late and Jessica hates it when I'm late and traffic would only be getting worse anyway. So regretfully I pulled my top on and Sebastian got his clothes back together and we headed downstairs to my (mercifully unticketed) car.
We stopped uptown and picked up Jessica (who was late herself and therefore had no grounds to be annoyed) and got on 95 headed north. Sebastian, who doesn't drive, sat in the passenger seat next to me while Jess sat in the back. Traffic was heavy, and I had to concentrate on driving for a while. It took me some time to realize that Sebastian, ordinarily a chatterbox, was being quiet as a mouse. That could only mean one thing: he must think that Jessica was cute. Well, he wasn't the only one.
Jessica was a little shorter than me, red-haired, curvy as all hell, smart, and funny. She was my best friend at college, and I had more than a little bit of a crush on her. We had booked a hotel room in Boston together, and until Sebastian had asked if he could come along for his math conference, I had entertained nasty schemes of seducing her.
For a while, Jess and I talked about school and our friends and the band we would be seeing that night, while Sebastian sat and listened. Then the driving got monotonous, and Jess settled back with her ipod for a nap.
I felt something tugging at the drawstrings of my Capri's. Oh My! Sebastian was being a little frisky... not that I minded; I was still horny from our little escapade early on in his apartment. I glanced in the rearview mirror: Jessica was slumped against the window, eyes closed, earbuds tucked into her ears. I skootched my ass up to give Sebastian better access.
"You think she's hot, don't you?" I whispered.
"Maybe." He whispered back.
"Maybe means Yes." I breathed back at him, but by then his exploring fingers had found what they were looking for, and I needed all my concentration just to keep the car on the road.
