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Excerpt from My Brazen Brother:
I’ve always had to share a bedroom with my older brother Luke at our holiday house in the country. As children, we had no shame in our bodies often being naked in front of each other without hesitation. However, those innocent moments stopped cold when adolescence hit. We became self-conscious about our bodies and barely looked at each other. Dressing and bathing became something we did in private, in the bathroom away from prying gazes. Now I’m eighteen and no longer a virgin. I never had problems getting attention from guys. I have an athletic build, long blonde hair, a cute butt, and sexy legs. My only fault, as I seen it, is I have small breasts with big nipples and areolas.
Still our parents didn’t bother upgrading the holiday house or extending it so we could have separate rooms. A big complaint I had when I was fourteen. Imagine having to share with your sixteen-year-old brother, even if only for a few weeks at a time. Eventually, I gave up nagging my mom about it as it didn’t change, and I just accepted it. We had no problems apart from the usual sibling fights, until recently.
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I noticed my brother peeking at me through the door as I showered, something he’d never done. I freaked out, like totally. My heart beat fast and my mind raced. It’s not right, I remember thinking: he’s my brother. Should I yell at him to stop? Should I tell mom? Despite my doubts and cultural shame about my brother peeking on his eighteen year-old nude little sister, my pussy glowed with excitement.
I’ll admit one thing, nothing but nothing turns me on more than a guy checking out my body. So I let my brother getaway with his peeping-Tom habits, and we never talked about it. I’d notice him taking pictures of me with his phone one morning when I was pulling up my white cotton bikini panties after a shower. I was thrilled with his interest and I have to admit I began to let him see me nude often.
I even outright posed for him sometimes while pulling up my panties, pausing them midthigh with a big smile on my face as Luke snapped away. I’d rock my hips to give him different angles of my pussy. I had shaved my pussy in the shower. I masturbated in the shower too, since I find I can’t do one without the other. I maintain a very smooth pussy! So I was horny enough to play along with him.
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It had been raining for days, and we were stuck inside our holiday home with mom and dad fucking nonstop in their bedroom to pass the time, leaving us alone. They didn’t do it in front of us (thank god), they locked themselves in their bedroom with the TV up loud. I listened at the door at one point and I could hear my mom’s soft moans and the squeaking of their bed. Fine if you’ve got it, I thought.
I like to read, so it’s no problem for me to hang out in the living room all day with a good book and some music playing. Luke came into the living room and flopped onto the recliner opposite me (known to us as dad’s chair) with a heavy sigh and a theatrical groan to get my attention.
He said in a strained voice, “I’m going nuts. When will this fucking rain stop?”
I glanced at him from my Kindle, and said, “It’s set in for the week according to the TV.”
“Fucking GREAT!”
“You can always see what’s on Netflix.”
Luke blew the air out of his mouth loudly to show me not even Netflix could ease his malaise.
It’s humid and warm, so I’m only wearing pink cotton panties and a white tank top. I have small breasts, so I don’t wear bras except when I’m in public with mom or dad because my nipples are noticeably large, and always sticking out. She tells me it embarrasses her to see men staring at her little girl like that. I don’t tell her I love it. That I like how they look through the thin fabric of my tank top. I like it even more how dad and Luke are often stealing glances at my nipples when mom’s not looking.
To mom’s credit, she’s stopped nagging me about what I wear around the house and not only in our holiday home, but in our city apartment. A grand building erected during the swellings of a previous century’s economic bubble. The place is steam-heated to an equatorial temperature. So be it January or July, you’ll find me at home in a tank top for my titties, and panties for my kitty.
I know how much dad checks me out, so mom should thank me really, since she gets lots of good fucking from dad, I think, as a direct consequence of me being barely dressed around the house.
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So back to that rainy afternoon in our country holiday home. I’m on the couch opposite my brother, when suddenly Luke peels off his T-shirt. His smooth, lean, well-muscled chest is beaded with perspiration. Then he took off his shorts, so he’s now wearing only a pair of men’s briefs. Oh, fuck me, I thought. His bulge is making wet. He lays back in dad’s chair and starts to idly thumb through pictures of girls (I assumed) on his phone with his left hand, while his right hand brushed beneath the band of his briefs.
I watched him for several minutes, thinking of returning to the story I was reading when suddenly Luke lifted his butt off the chair and whisked his underpants down to his ankles. When he did this, his long, thick dick and big balls came tumbling out.
Luke had gotten comfortable masturbating with me in the room some time ago, however, it was only after bedtime when I could hear him but not see him. I found this incredibly frustrating, especially when I quietly strummed my pussy listening intently to my brother’s every muffled gasp and groan and to the slick thwacking sound of his hand beating himself off. Now it’s daytime, and for once I could see everything, and I’m fascinated!
Ignoring me, Luke started to ‘oh so casually’ play with his cock. His penis is wobbly, not yet hard, and a bead of clear precum had already formed at the pee-slit. The bead of precum grew larger quivering tenuously, amazingly, at the tip of my brother’s dick. He dabbed it with his thumb and pulled up a long strand of sticky precum, which he then rubbed around his swollen purplish cockhead. Making his knob glisten in the diffuse light of this overcast afternoon. The shaft of my brother’s hard penis is a deep red, like inside a brick, his balls are pink, and as smooth as my pussy.
Interesting, I thought, Luke’s balls are mouthwatering.
Suddenly, I’m salivating as I imagine slathering my tongue along my big brother’s neat pink testicles. Then I’m taking each tender rolling testicle and coddling it in turn with the heat of my mouth. While these images are flashing, uncontrolled, if unbidden, through my mind, my brother is merely toying with his penis. However, it’s hard now, twitching with his heartbeat, standing erect and proud.
At last he began to jerk-off properly, vigorously, yet with long, even strokes. His slim hips are gyrating, helping position his dick for the maximum pleasure. Every now and again he’d simply pause the action while he looked for a particular picture on his phone. Then he’d start again with a sigh and a groan, unhurriedly playing with his dick, just enjoying himself.
As for me, I couldn’t take my eyes off my brother. My pink cotton panties are now soaked at the gusset, the material turned grayish and dark with my juices. My nipples are so erect they drag painfully against my tight tank top as I (barely) breathed. I’m trying to be silent so I don’t break the spell of my brother openly masturbating in front of me. Masturbating as if I’m not a few feet away from his erotic display.
Luke started moaning quietly as his orgasm grew inside him. A pattern developed. His hand would be jerking his penis faster and faster, then he’d pause for edging. He’d stop momentarily and toy with his dick, weighing its heft in his hand or grabbing it at the base and squeezing, just letting it waggle around.
A stream of precum is oozing out of his slit and some of it dribbled like a gossamer thread onto his belly as he clenched his cock in his fist, just above his balls. Despite the tightness of his scrotum, my brother’s big balls are rolling around of their own volition, aching to release the millions of little sperms they’re always manufacturing.
Luke never once looked at me, not even a sly glance. I’d long since tossed aside the story I’d been reading on my Kindle. My hands are clamped to my thighs. I’m willing my fingers to resist traveling up my crunching belly so they might touch and tug my ‘oh so needy’ nipples. The business of keeping my hands out of play had the unintended effect of crushing my pussy even tighter between my thigh muscles. My hands pushing my thighs in a pattern of squeeze and release, squeeze and release. It feels amazing.
So, yes, I’m masturbating too, in my way, while not acknowledging it, as my brother isn’t acknowledging me. Yet he had to be aware he’s putting on a show for me, and it’s turning me on thinking how he’s turning himself on by being so brazen. It’s an amazing moment. Except for the briefs bunched at his feet, my brother’s nude and playing with his big cock in front of his little sister.
I drank it in as if an alcoholic in a bottle shop, salivating at all those forbidden bottles. The rise and fall of his chest as his breathing got heavier. The flexing of his arm muscles as he pumped his dick. The way his thigh muscles flexed responding to what his hand was doing to his penis. I liked the way his open legs kicked and twitched. The way his feet shuffled involuntarily twisting the jumble of his underpants at his ankles.
But mostly, I drank in the sight of my brother’s beautiful hard penis, huge, proud, and at last being jerked-off firmly and ferociously. Luke moaned and dropped his phone for a moment as he clenched his eyes and threw his head back, trying to hold back his orgasm. I couldn’t help but observe with a rush I feel from my clit to my throat, he had settled on a picture of a girl who has a figure like mine. She’s slim and small-breasted, and with the same disproportionately large and prominent nipples. Also like me, she had a flat, well-defined belly and a shaved pussy with plump lips. All the plumper when sexually excited.
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