All characters within this story are 18 and older.
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It was a beautiful Friday morning, the last Friday before I started my new life. New life in a brand new school, in a brand new place, with a brand new family again.... Fuck! Being an 18 year old girl can be hard, especially when your still stuck in the foster loop. Seems like every time I think the family might like me they pitch me off again.
"Miya downstairs, there's someone we want you to meet!"
Comes out of my judgemental foster mothers mouth guess its time to meet my new brother who just got back from camp. He's a councillor named Wyatt.
I quick grabbed my clothes, threw on my short skirt, t-shirt, and leather jacket and descend the stairs. I'm almost down the stairs, when I see the most muscled back come into view. I continue down the steps and find a gorgeous mop of blond hair in a pair of boxers. I then notice and hear my new mother,
"Miya I'd like you too meet Wyatt, Wyatt, Miya. Now that everyone's been acquainted I suggest you march back upstairs and finish getting ready, that red mop top isn't going to straighten itself out you know."
If you ask me the worst thing in the world; second only to death is indeed foster families. So before I came up with a snarky remark I did just that turned and went back to my room. I have to admit my hair wasn't the greatest; still needed to be straightened and combed through. You see I'm not a natural red head, I'm actually blond and with the help of box die I'm a striking pure firetruck red head now!
I don't know what comes over me but I suddenly have the over powering urge to try and impress this God that is my new foster brother and for once my ending up here might not be a joke. Just looking at him could make my stomach flip and flop. The gleam in his eyes made me turn to jelly and nothing I could feel in my stomach was going to change that.
This being of perfection that was suppose to be my "brother" kept flashing past my eyes the image of him in his boxers the muscles and the secret of what those boxers contained; all made my mind confused and my pussy wet.
The shine that just swept over him exaggerating his gorgeous physique swept through my mind as I finished my hair and make up. I was just pulling on my combat boots, skirt hiked up so I could bend over easier (felt good to have my hot and wet naked pussy out in the open too). Slowly I moved to the bed with images of my new "brother" flashing behind closed eyes, lied down on my back and moved my hands to my breasts.
Now I have a slight frame only about 100 pounds with slender hips and a tiny ass, but somehow with a little luck I ended up with a full 36C cup. Lightly tracing around my large mounds getting myself worked up slowly, round and round with a twist of my fingers on my nipples I was moaning in no time. I moved one hand from my well worked breast over my tight body and my short shirt to my pussy. I pushed a finger between my pussy lips and felt the pulse of energy buzz through me, like a jolt of pleasure and I couldn't hold back a moan. I pushed the finger farther in, moving it slightly around and around inside my wet pussy. Up and down left and right, until I couldn't take it anymore and reached for my purple vibrator in my top drawer.
Turning it on I removed my fingers sinking the vibrator all the way in before turning it on, moving my finger up to my clit pushing the button back and forth with two fingers. The vibrating and the motion on my clit had me on the verge of coming when I noticed my door was open and there was someone standing within it
Sadly I was facing towards the door with everything on display, I pulled down my skirt to see my muscled brother in my doorway. Still only in boxers it was apparent that he had gotten an eyeful by the huge bulge and outline in his blue boxers.
I went bright red, breathing heavy and slightly scared of what he would do. Slowly Wyatt moved his hand to his junk squeezed one, twice, three times before sliding into my room and closing and locking the door.
Finally finding my voice I said, "I don't believe I invited you into my room!"
"Oh but Miya you just did by your little display, now you wouldn't want to leave me like this would you?"
Slowly to my dismay Wyatt slowly pulled his boxers down and stepped out of them.
It was at that point me new foster monster yelled up the stairs, "have a good day kids dad and I will be home around 5 or 5:30 tonight. Behave Miya, love you Wyatt!"
There was a slam and mom and dad were gone, leaving me starring at my naked foster brother. Dick in hand now Wyatt stood looking at me stroking himself lightly and just watched me until he decided to come closer. Letting go of himself he slowly crossed the room to me. Standing just in front of me, lifted one finger to my chin and lifted lightly. Bending down towards me Wyatt brushed his lips to mine, soft and gentle, repeatedly. Slowly I become an active participant in the kissing and threw my arms around him and pulled myself up against him not caring that he's naked, or my foster brother.
Slowly he moved his arms around me moving them from my shoulders to the small of my back and then lower. I felt a light tug on my skirt and then it was up around my waste again. My mind was screaming at me that this sort of affection with your new "brother" couldn't happen; but my body wasn't listening. I kept moving closer to him until I wasn't able to move an inch, all the while feeling every inch of him against me the hardest part trapped between our stomachs.