Waiting. That was the worst part. After Monday—the night I sucked my brother's cock and asked him to fuck me—I left while he went to take a shower. I had class the next morning and I still needed to take care of my homework. My head was reeling, spinning and my body was still shaking. The taste of his cum was in my mouth and I thought again and again about it filling my throat and mouth as he moaned. I wanted more. He took control of me, that much I knew for sure. When he pushed me against the wall—I was his. It felt strange to drive away and even stranger look over my school work and to try to think about going to class.
We did not discuss it, but in my head I assumed I would see him the following evening. When I arrived at school I was dismayed to find out it I was supposed to leave for my senior trip after school. We were going to the mountains and I was one of the organizers so I needed to go early. How could I have forgotten all about this? I listened to the announcements and frowned. The earliest I would be home was Saturday night and that was four whole days away.
I did my best to keep a good attitude and by the time the morning was over, I fell back into my role of spunky high school girl. My friends asked me where I was last night and why I missed drama. I didn't know what to say so I lied. I told them I had to help my mom do something and I was so pissed I forgot to call. It was a bad lie, but it seemed to go over fine.
During lunch time my cell phone rang and I saw it was Brian. My heart skipped a beat, I snatched up the phone and darted out of earshot to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Hey Michelle," Brian said. I could tell he was smiling too. "So I managed to catch you during lunch?"
"Yes you did, good timing," I replied.
"So...I was wondering if you could come by tonight. I...um...well I want to help you with what you asked me to do last night," I knew his friends were around. It was so cute.
My knees shook. "Yeah...I really want to. But I forgot I have this school trip to go on," he was quiet on the other end. "Like...I really want to...so much that I totally forgot about this trip."
"When do you get back?" He asked.
"Saturday," I answered and then an idea hit me. "Why don't I ask mom if we could use the time share...I will already be in the mountains, I could just meet you there."
"Yeah...that's a good idea." He said in an excited voice. "So...let me know what mom says ok?"
"Yeah I will."
"Um...Michelle?" his voice grew quiet.
"What is it?" I felt a little tense.
"I love you," he said.
I melted. "I...I love you too Brian. I'll call you soon." With that I hung up.
The rest of the day was a blur. I managed to ask my mom about the time share and she said of course. I called Brian back, but he was in class so I left a message. It was all set. Saturday night would be the night.
I went through the motions at school and paid little attention to any of the details. I tuned out so much that when Kevin Charles asked me out I just looked at him blankly. Two weeks ago I would died of happiness if Kevin even looked my way, but now I didn't care. I shook my head after he asked me again and checked my phone to listen to Brian's excited message.
That night I packed my things carefully. I decided I would need two bags, one for the trip and one for the weekend with my brother. I threw in random things to the first bag. I really just needed to have enough to wear. Then I sat in front of the other bag for a long time. What would I wear for him? What would he like?
I looked in my closet anxiously. I pulled out what lingerie I had—I mean I was only 18, how much could I own? I had fun black lacey thong and a matching bra. I found my silk night gown and a tight tank top and really short shorts. But it just didn't seem like enough or the right thing. The thong was fun...but...I just didn't know. So I sent Brian a text: I am packing now...any requests?
A few minutes later he sent me: just underwear.
I smiled. He was so sweet and simple.
I took out my best thongs and bras and put them in and giggled with excitement.
That night I left for the trip and I felt myself feeling nervous. We had a series of activities planned, and all I could do was hope for them to end so I could go to bed and it would be one day closer to Saturday. Each thing seemed to drag on and on. My friends noticed I wasn't as thrilled as they expected and I told them I was feeling sick. They were sympathetic, but only until the boy they liked took them for a walk or smiled at them. I spent those times looking at my phone and wondering if I should text Brian or call him.
On Friday night I took a shower and after looking in the mirror I realized that he had never seen me naked—at least not since I had gone through puberty. I looked over my body and wondered what he would think. I carefully shaved my pubic hair down so there was only a strip left. I didn't like to be bald down there and I wanted him to see I was a woman and not a girl. My tummy was flat and my boobs were still perky. They were so tense and sensitive—especially when I thought about Brian. I knew I was pretty—prettier than most. But I still wondered if I was what he wanted. After all these years, I was just his sister.
That night I dreamt that I sucked his cock. He cried out my name and begged me not to stop. I woke up in a sweat—frustrated to be in a room full of bunk beds. But today was Saturday.
Breakfast was slow followed by slow discussions on who was going to what college and who hooked up with who. I didn't care. I looked at my phone around noon and saw a text message from Brian: I am here and waiting for you. I flipped my phone shut and almost screamed. It was time to go.
I quickly grabbed my things and threw them in the car. My friends chatted the whole time but I didn't listen. I packed the car up, gave them a hug and began the hour drive to the time share. It was a miracle I didn't crash on the icy road, I drove so fast. I was careful to put on my black thong and bra before I left so he would think I was sexy. I spent ten frustrating minutes looking for a place to park and then ran to the apartment with my bag in my hand. I went up the stairs two at a time then opened the door.
Brian looked up at me from the couch. The TV was on and he had a bottle of win on the coffee table. "Hey sis," he said with a smile.
My knees were shaking, my mouth was watering and I walked in and closed the door quietly. I put my bag down, looked at him then took a deep breath.
"How was your trip?" he asked amiably and leaned forward to stand up.
"Please...stay there," I said in a shaking voice. I walked over to him and stood for a moment.
He looked at me and swallowed. No small talk. No intros. I had waited too long.
I unbuttoned my blouse and let it fall on the floor. I looked down at my pale breasts locked in the black lace bra. "These..." I put my hands on them. "Are yours." I said almost through my teeth. I slid my jeans off so I was just standing in my black thong and bra. I took a deep breath, my heart was pounding. "This...um...me...I am yours." I said staring at him. I stood there shaking for a moment just looking at him.
He stood up suddenly, unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. His beautiful cock was cleanly shaved and bouncing hard now that it was free from his pants. He pulled off his shirt and threw it to the side.
I reached forward and grabbed him by the cock; it was hot, hard and bulging in my hand. "Come here," I said in a whisper.
He walked forward and I kissed him deeply with my tongue—holding his cock the whole time. Our lips locked as he sucked my tongue and ran his hands over my body. I gripped his cock as tightly as I could and pressed it against my body. My legs shook and I massaged his tongue as we kissed. I felt my body tremble and my crotch was already dripping wet. It had been wet since I started to drive over here.
I dropped to my knees and took his dick in my mouth. As lovingly as I could I sucked it and took it in all the way. I relaxed and moaned against it as the throbbing head rested against my throat.
