"Yay! It's Friday," I yelled, causing my poor brother to cringe next to me.
Sticking his finger in his ear, he wiggled it around a bit. "If you are going to insist on yelling in my ear, you might be stuck spending this Friday alone."
I stuck my tongue out at him. It had been two days since I ran into him in the hallway, leaving me laying on the floor, naked, with my legs spread. I had already forgotten the incident.
7/28/2014 11:02 AM
Once we got home I turned around to him. "Okay, I feel icky. I didn't get to take a shower after PE, and I just feel gross. Going to take a shower, then we can go hit the mall."
He nodded and went to his room as I went to mine and got undressed.
During my shower, I had a thought that we should go visit the new park they had put in. We both loved skating, and it was supposed to have some pretty cool pipes and ramps.
Slipping on my robe, I walked into his room. Opening the door, I saw him, there, on the bed.
Naked, with his penis in his hand.
I had never seen him masturbate before. I knew he did, I had heard him more than once. But seeing it. Never.
I opened my mouth to let out a crack about him with his penis in his hand, closing it. I turned to go, but then looked back. He hadn't noticed the door open. I couldn't see his face, just his lower chest. His legs. His hand. Stroking. Fondling. Rubbing.
I had seen men have sex with women in the dirty videos. I had seen men rub themselves. Women rub themselves. But, it just didn't seem the same.
I stood there, watching him. Not knowing what to do, but unable to turn away.
His hand gently cupped his stiff penis, rubbing up and down. I could hear his breath, heavy, as he worked his fingers over the shaft. I could see his cut head, slightly glistening with precum. The skin on the shaft moved with his hand, his hips bucking slightly, lifting off the bed. His ass, nice and firm, the sides dimpled in. I had never thought about his body, how his muscles rippled. His hand jerked harder, and soft grunts escaped him. Sweat glistened on his fair skin, slowly rolling down his naked body.
The hand holding his penis moved downward quickly, to the bottom of his shaft, where his penis met his pelvis, then jerked up again, his pointer finger stopping slightly above the head. Back down, the top of his penis showing. Back up, the entire shaft exposed.
His strokes shortened, just the top half, hand moving more quickly, almost a blur. I watched every second of it, finding myself licking my lips slightly. Shaking my head, I wondered what I was doing. I was his sister. It made no sense to be licking my lips. Still, I could not turn away.
He hit the top again, and I could see him cum. A bit streaked almost straight up, into the air, to fall back down on his chest. More oozed down from the tip, streaming down his hard penis, growing softer before my eyes. His hand fell to the side, and his penis flopped down, cum leaking from it onto his pelvis area. He lay there, panting heavily, like he had been running. The fluid, whitish, yellowish, slime like, ran down his sides.
I turned, sneaking back out the door, closing it as softly as I could. There, in my mind, I kept seeing him, naked. Sweaty. Cumming. I felt a tingle between my own legs, and found myself both aroused and disgusted.
He was my brother!
7/28/2014 4:24 PM (End of Chapter 4)
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