Faith sat idly amongst the constant bustle of the airport. She was in a daze reminiscing about her older brother, Brad. They had always been close; maybe because they were only two years apart in age - she was now 18, Brad had just turned 20 - and because they had experienced so much together.
They had both become the products of a broken home when their parents decided to divorce. After their births, their parents tried to raise the "All-American" family, while constantly developing deep-seated hatred for one another. The result was years of resentment and an eventual split when she was 14.
What surprised Faith most was that they had remained together that long considering the endless fighting she and her brother got to observe. She was thankful, however, that she and Brad had been old enough to understand the decision.
When her parents split, she decided to remain with her mom, while Brad moved in with her dad. Somehow, through it all, she and her big brother found a way to remain close. He had always been a constant for her, always there when she needed him most. She always idolized him, who wouldn't she thought, with his blonde hair, emerald green eyes and chiseled physique; he was envied by every guy in school growing up. Couple that with the fact that he was a great athlete and elite student and you had the perfect makings of a man.
Sitting there in the airport, Faith remembered the night of his High School graduation like it was yesterday. Here he was, Mr. Valedictorian, her big bro, giving a speech to his high school class about the possibilities in their futures. She beamed with admiration when he was on that stage! Later that night, he surprised and shocked everyone at his graduation dinner, when he announced that he had decided to join the Army.
It seemed like a very ill-conceived joke initially, she thought; he had been offered both academic and athletic scholarships to nearly every conceivable institution of higher learning. Now here he was forfeiting it all, for what, a chance usually reserved for people with far less options? She was so angry that night and even angrier when he was headed to boot camp two weeks later. He had apparently decided this long ago, why hadn't he shared this decision with her?
She remembered being so hurt, that she refused to even tell him goodbye. She regretted that decision immensely, when, after graduation from training, his unit was shipped to Iraq a month afterwards. She had heard so many bad things on the news of late about the destabilization in that country and the dangers American troops faced daily. Why had she been so selfish? Why hadn't she said goodbye?
Her fears were eased after she began to receive letters from Brad. In her return letters, she was able to let him know how sorry she was and wanted to make sure he was okay. He would always reassure her that, although it was a dangerous situation, he was being very cautious, careful and would come home safe and sound. They communicated that way for over a year and still there was no word on when he was coming home. It was comforting, however, whenever she received his letters, because then she knew he was still alive and safe.
Smiling, Faith remembered rushing to the mailbox everyday after school in hopeful anticipation of a new letter from Brad, "writing and fighting" he had said were about the only things they had time for. But she didn't mind because it made her feel close to him even while they were thousands of miles apart.
She was surprised when she got home one afternoon, retrieved a new letter, ran giddily to her room, collapsed on the bed and opened it. Brad was coming home! After praying for so many nights for the safe return of her brother, it seemed like all her prayers were being answered...
In his letter, Brad said he would be home in about two weeks. She knew that she would be on pins and needles until she saw his face again. Now here she was sitting in the airport waiting for his plane to arrive. Speaking to him on the phone here days ago had been the first time she had physically heard his voice in well over a year.
Brad must have had to yell quite a bit over there she thought. His voice was raspy, yet very manly and that gave it a very sexy quality. She didn't know why, but when she heard him that day, her crotch began to dampen. After getting off of the phone she remembered feeling so excited that she had to address the tingling in her moistened panties.
Faith had lain on the bed and taken two fingers initially to her clit and then to her swollen lips. She masturbated often and usually wet her fingers to lube the area prior to pleasuring herself, but that day she was wetter than she could ever remember - this time, from merely hearing Brad's voice. She felt like such a pervert, masturbating from hearing her brother's voice. However, she could not deny how wonderful it felt to touch herself at that moment.
She rubbed herself softly at first and she felt her juices began to flow, lubing her lips with sticky sweetness. The pace of her rubbing increased as her pleasure grew to an orgasmic state. She began to pant and tremble, it felt so good.
Faith had always fantasized about being with her brother; secretly she thought that maybe her fantasy about him being her first had inhibited her from getting closer to any guy. No other guy could measure up to Brad in her mind. Now she found herself lacing into her love from the very sound of his voice.
Murmuring, a gasped 'Ohhhhh', she began to tremble again and then hum. She always hummed before she climaxed, she didn't know why but it always felt so natural in release. She felt it; she was coming, "hummmmmm, hummmmmm, aughhhhhhhh!" She released.
Bolts of electricity shot through her body as she exploded in spasm after spasm of ecstasy. She jerked and twisted until she was completely spent. Her hand was sopping wet and she did what she usually did, brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked the satisfying juices from her fingers. Although Faith had no idea how a guy's cum tasted, she loved the taste of her own juices. So sweet, so good, she thought. Maybe she'd get to try Brad's juices one day. Pervert, she chastised herself mentally.
Remembering that little episode in the airport at the moment created renewed excitement in her crouch and she felt herself moistening again. Faith knew she had to calm down.
She was wearing a spaghetti strap tank top with no bra and very thin short shorts, pantyless; not exactly the outfit of choice to go meet one's big brother, but she had been running late to the airport after lounging all day and this was her usual sleep ensemble. She knew any leakage at this point would not go unnoticed.
Glancing around, she around spotted a tall, fat guy with disheveled clothing and the sight immediately extinguished any fire that began to burn in her groin.
"Thank God" she thought.
Startled from her revelry, she heard her name called, "Faith?"
She turned and exhibited the biggest, Cheshire Cat like grin she could muster. "Brad!", she exclaimed.
There he was, in military uniform, looking quite dapper, with a bronze tone, no doubt developed from endless hours spent under the merciless Middle Eastern sun. She'd never seen a man look so good. So much for calming down! Her hormones were stirred into a complete froth now.
She ran to her long lost big brother, leapt into his arms, hugged his neck and gave him the biggest kiss on the lips as he twirled her around in the air effortlessly. She thought about how wonderful he smelled, just like fresh air.
"I missed you so much" she said.
"I missed you too little sis," Brad said, "Man, am I happy to be home."
"Let's get your luggage and go home," Faith smiled over at him.
