"I'll be fine", I heard myself say. He stood up and quickly turned around, his back to me; it looked like he was re-arranging himself. Was he turned on? Had I given my little brother a hard-on? He faced me again.
"I'll see you in the morning then, if you need to talk or anything", (or anything!?) "Just say, ok?"
"Ok" I stood up and put my arms round his neck and moved in close for a hug. Then I felt it. A bit of movement through his jeans up against the top of my thigh. 'My god' I thought, 'what does this mean? What do I do?' My mind was screaming at me and then it was over, he stepped back and stroked the hair that had fallen in front of my face back behind my ear. He gave me one last smile and then he was gone and my door was closed, but in my mind, a door swung wide open.
When my bedroom door closed I sat back down on my bed, breathless. I was suddenly very hot but the heat seemed to becoming from inside me, I stood up again and hooked my thumbs inside my track suit bottoms and let them fall past my knees to the floor in a heap around my ankles. My T-shirt draped down past my waist like a short skirt or a petite dress, I ran my hands down to the hem of the shirt and hooked my hands under to touch my bare stomach, I trailed my fingers down to the top of my panties. Almost without realizing what I was doing I pushed the knickers down so they too lay at my feet, as soon as I did I felt the air touch the wetness between my legs and a shudder passed through me. I left my shirt on (I liked pretending it was a mini-dress) and lowered myself onto the bed. I leant back with my legs parting as I did. I touched myself there, as I had done so many times before, but this time was different, it felt like my juice were leaking out of my pussy, my wet fingers proved the feeling right. I examined my glistening fingers on my right hand while my left fell down in its place to my damp folds.
My eyes closed and my lips parted as my breathing became shallower while my hands got busy. My fingers slid up and down my lubricated slit, I used a little more pressure and my finger ran up the inside, parting the lips as they did. I brought my left hand up from my sex and sucked the moisture off them. The familiar taste filling my mouth, relishing it, before allowing it to trickle down my throat. I continued licking and sucking my fingers for a moment, then drawing them out, my saliva coating mostly my forefinger and middle finger. My hand fell back between my legs where my other hand was delicately stroking the top of my clit. I brought my legs up so that the two soles of my feet were parallel to each other with a few inches between, my wet fingers slipped down and slowly pressed against my most private opening.
My brain went into overdrive while I felt first one then the other finger I'd lubricated slipped inside myself, my right hand was stroking my clit harder now and I could feel my body aching for attention. My fingers working faster and faster as I finger fucked myself towards orgasm, imagining my brother was here......I stopped what I was doing.
I took both hands off my pussy and brought them to my face; I intended to cover my eyes but thought better of it. That one thought, the thought of my brother screwing me had knocked the wind out of me. I felt disgusting, my sex juice was still dripping off my fingers but where before I had longed to taste myself, now it repulsed me, I stood up and wiped myself dry on a towel that was in my wardrobe. I felt like everyone, mum, dad and Jake knew what I just did. What had I done? I asked myself, it was just a fantasy, I wasn't hurting anyone. The wrongness of it had turned me on but, oh god, I wondered if my brother had gone from my room because he though I was teasing him. I didn't mean to, I felt him against me though, I pressed into him because I wanted to feel his hardness, and I had. I was filled with the desire to see him, to apologise. So forgetting my appearance and lack of underwear I left my room and walked down the hall towards his room, I was about to knock when I realised his door was ajar, I had a side view of his bed and could see him, he had his headphones on, connected to the TV, on the TV was a couple having very graphic sex and my brother was laid there, completely naked with his hand gripping his erect cock!
So I had turned him on, here was the proof! I know the porn was on but his eyes were closed. His headphones must have been drowning out every other sound because he didn't realise the door had creaked open. Seeing this sight sort of flicked a switch in my mind, because my brother was doing it, it meant that it's ok to do it, I can do it! This realisation in me sparked some dramatic changes in my body, my heart skipped a beat and my pussy was very moist, much more so than before. I couldn't move, my arms and feet didn't move, I just stared. I stared at my sibling, totally naked, cock in hand. I stared at his TV, some leggy blonde getting her pussy devoured by a red haired girl. His eyes were still closed, oblivious to the scene on the screen, hearing only the sounds of sex while he (I'm certain) fantasized about me, his sister. He stopped stroking himself for a moment and brought his hand to his mouth, he allowed a string of saliva to gather in his palm the rubbed the wetness over his circumcised head and shaft, allowing his hand to slide up and down easier.
I could feel a cold sensation on my thigh that snapped me into action, I looked down and saw a bead of my juice running down my leg, I scooped up the droplet in my finger, moving it further up the inside of my thigh until I reached my soaking wet pussy. As soon as I touched that special place my knees buckled and I fought to keep my balance, eventually I decided to squat in the doorway with my shirt bunched up around me waist with my pussy in full view, I could still see him easily, I swung open my knees and with one hand on the door frame to hold me steady my other stroked my soft, wet bulging pussy lips. I had never been this wet before, briefly I brought my hand away and up to my face, I stuck out my tongue and licked the palm of my hand, my sweet nectar was in my mouth and over my lips and chin, urgently my hand went back down to my pussy.
Still crouched, with my mouth full of my juice, my scent filling my senses, I darted two fingers inside me. I couldn't believe this was happening; I was crouched down watching my younger brother jerk off on his bed while fucking myself with my hand. I stared at his cock and my pussy ached to be filled, 3 fingers were fucking me now. I risked letting go of the door frame and leant against it instead freeing my other hand, I was close, very close. While 3 fingers were buried inside me my other hand went to my clit, I rubbed it hard and felt myself moving against my hand, trying to get further inside myself. His pace had quickened too, his hand was a blur and he leant forward tensing his muscles, this was it, I pulled my fingers out of my pussy, their work done fore now, and crammed then into my mouth, my other hand rubbing my clit hard.
Then it happened, the sight of the milky liquid splashing out of his cock all over his stomach sent me over the edge, my hand stifled the scream as I felt my body take on a life of its own, I fell back on my ass as my pussy felt like it was exploding sending waves of pure pleasure out along my body. Ill never forget the feeling, my juices in my mouth, my hand on my clit, the sight of my brothers orgasm, the complete and utter 'wrongness' of it all, it all added to the feeling of intense pleasure.
I had to move. I stood and moved away from his room, my T-shirt soaking wet with sweat and my juices clung to my body; I walked away then looked back at the puddle I'd left.
"Shit"
I dived into my room and got the towel I used earlier, I wiped all over myself to get rid of the moisture and sweat, I pulled my shirt up over my head almost squealing as the fabric grazed across my sensitive and erect nipples. Then more drying and wiping. Then I threw on a set of pyjamas, grabbed the towel and went back to the scene of the crime, I hunched over and scrubbed away when I saw my mother walk across the landing to the bathroom.
"You ok down there?" She asked looking puzzled
"Yea fine, I just....spilled something here" I replied, then stood up and went back to my room saying goodnight as I went.
After I had a chance to clean my self up properly I got in my bed, rampant thoughts surged through my mind, relentless images of what I'd seen until I finally fell asleep
About an hour later I was awoken to a quiet tapping on my door.
"Stacy...." came the whispered voice of my brother, "are you asleep?"
I smiled...
"I'm awake....."
