After I dropped Naomi off at home, I went home myself rather than going to school. Arriving late is more of a hassle than just missing the day, and I was feeling a little weird after hearing her story. Or maybe it wasn't the story, who knows what it was? I'd almost think my period was coming, but there was no cramping, and I was almost precisely
between
periods, but... it somehow felt like my hormones were out of sync.
I went to my room, threw off all my clothing, and tried to masturbate. I tried my fingers, my dildo, my vibrator, tried watching porn on my Kindle, but it just wasn't happening. You know when you feel a sneeze coming on, an it's close, but you just can't sneeze and it's driving you crazy? Well, it was just like that. Except with my pussy.
And before I knew it, it was a few minutes after three. I'd never had lunch. I'd spent hours trying to cum.
I could hear Jeremy coming home from school. We were what people call Irish Twins (though we were neither Irish nor twins): siblings born little more than nine months apart. He was only a junior since, although he was eighteen same as me, he was born two days after the cut-off.
Which was just as well: I might not be my class's Homecoming Queen, but it wouldn't have helped me any to be in the same class as my uber-geek brother.
"Karin, you're home?" he called out.
"Yeah, be right down."
I grabbed my panties, realized they were wet, and took a new pair from my drawer. Then found a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and went downstairs. "Must be nice to be a senior and be able to play hooky whenever you want," he said.
"High school royalty," I agreed.
"Hey, are you feeling okay? You look a little flushed."
"Yeah, I don't know, just feeling a little off today."
"Want me to grab you a Coke or something?" he asked, walking toward the kitchen.
"Yeah, thanks," I said, though I didn't think it would help.
He came back to the living room and handed me the drink. I took a sip and it went down very cold. I shivered, and felt my nipples harden from the cold. I really should have worn a bra. I always wear a bra.
And, just as I was afraid would happen... my little brother noticed I wasn't wearing a bra.
I mean, he's a teenage boy, and even though I'm his sister, I'm sure he's noticed my breasts. That's just normal. But I shouldn't be sitting here with my nipples trying to poke through my t-shirt.
Holy shit, I thought, can they really be as big as they feel? I was afraid to look.
But I did notice he was trying his best to avoid looking.
Or to appear to be be not looking, but stealing the occasional peek.
Okay, this was very wrong. "I better go back upstairs," I said.
"Um... yeah," he said a little nervously. And then a moment after I got up and started walking, he said "Oh, that's weird." He gulped down the rest of his Coke, then said "Maybe I should walk up with you, make sure you're okay."
Part of me told me to tell him not to, but another part of me desperately wanted him to.
But he's my little brother.
He took my arm and guided me upstairs.
Even through the jeans he was wearing, I could see he was erect. Yes, it's not as if I'd never noticed his erections before... not that I ever paid any attention to them... but I'm sure I'd never seen anything like this before. And he didn't seem the least bit embarrassed by it.
Well why should he?
"Are you still warm?" he asked when we got to my room.
"Yes," I said in little more than a whisper.
"Lift your arms."
I did, and he pulled my t-shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor.
I tried not to think about the fact that no boy had ever seen me topless before. And this was my little brother.
Actually, I wasn't having any problem with either of those things. I liked the fact he was becoming more visibly aroused as he looked at me.
I unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his pants, and pulled them down. His underwear was low enough that his dick was exposed. I had no idea they got that hard. I couldn't imagine how it could ever fit back inside his pants.
He said "You know that once we start we're not going to top, right?" His tone was challenging, maybe even seductive. There was no trace of my shy, bookish brother.