This time though was different. He tried to tease me, and I just made non-committal noises at him. He tried to hold my hand like normal, but let it drop when I didn't hold his. In my head, I kept seeing his hard, stiff penis. His hand stroking it slowly, building, building.
"What's wrong," he asked me. I felt myself blush and looked away, not saying a word.
After a while, he stopped bothering me, just walking beside me, and I could feel a silence overcome us, like a dark cloud, hanging.
But, how could I tell him I walked into his room and saw that? How could I tell him that every time I closed my eyes, I saw him, pleasuring himself?
How could I tell him that I was turned on by it?
He would be disgusted with me. I was his sister, after all.
We walked home, and I felt like I had been torn adrift. When I had problems, I had my brother to turn to. When I was annoyed by something, or saw something interesting, I could share it with him. But, how could I share something with him that was about him?
I could see him, alternating between worry and anger. After all, he was not used to me shutting him out like this. But it was so unfair. What right did he have to be mad at me?
After we got home, we ate in silence, then just went to our rooms. I tried to act like it wasn't eating away at me, but every time I let my mind wander, I kept picturing him. I couldn't help it.
Eventually, I was so wet that I had to do something. Some relief. I couldn't relieve myself by telling him what was on my mind, but I could relieve myself. And let my mind focus on anything I wanted to.
I lay down on the bed and pulled my shorts and panties off. Reaching into the side table, I got out my dildo and vibrator.
As I closed my eyes, I imagined, being there, in the room with him. The dildo slid into my pussy easily, it was so wet. I imagined his penis, not in his hand, but inside me. Here, in my mind, I didn't need to feel dirty for thinking of my brother this way.
8/4/2014 3:28 PM (More to come on the masturbation)
I worked the dildo for a while, imagining my brother on top of me, pushing inside. I could see his penis there, hovering before my eyes. Every vein. Every bulge. I had seen it many times. Not hard, not being worked between his fingers, but I had seen him often enough to know exactly what it looked like. To imagine what he looked like, above me, smiling down that cute little smile. Body pressed firmly between my legs.
I moved it faster, bringing my other hand around, holding the vibrator. I push it against my hood, catching the attention of my clit. I could feel my clit react, and felt my body quiver slightly at the touch, at the image. I paused with the dildo, leaving it inside me, while I spread my lips, pushing the hood aside. It was like electricity, the first contact, and my hips bucked for a second. I pushed it harder against me, my mind reeling. Imagining him elevated the sensations, making me feel almost heady and overwhelmed.
The sensation became too much and I had to move the vibrator so my hood fell back into place. I let out a breath I had not realized I had been holding, then pushed it against my clit again, this time breathing, and going back to the dildo.
I continued working the dildo inside me as I let the vibrator work on my clit. I felt pressure building up, faster than normal. My brain froze, the image of my brother stuck, like a picture instead of a movie. Pushing the vibrator harder, my hand occasionally moved the almost forgotten dildo, but I didn't even notice it.
Almost ready to orgasm, I opened my eyes wide. There, at the bedroom door stood my brother, mouth agape. It pushed me over the edge, and I felt my mind blank as the bliss washed over me. Heard, but didn't register the door gently shutting as I lay on my bed, helpless and shivering.
8/4/2014 4:50 PM (End of chapter 5)
I worked the dildo for a while, imagining my brother on top of me, pushing inside. I could see his penis there, hovering before my eyes. Every vein. Every bulge. I had seen it many times. Not hard, not being worked between his fingers, but I had seen him often enough to know exactly what it looked like. To imagine what he looked like, above me, smiling down that cute little smile. Body pressed firmly between my legs.
I moved it faster, bringing my other hand around, holding the vibrator. I push it against my hood, catching the attention of my clit. I could feel my clit react, and felt my body quiver slightly at the touch, at the image. I paused with the dildo, leaving it inside me, while I spread my lips, pushing the hood aside. It was like electricity, the first contact, and my hips bucked for a second. I pushed it harder against me, my mind reeling. Imagining him elevated the sensations, making me feel almost heady and overwhelmed.
The sensation became too much and I had to move the vibrator so my hood fell back into place. I let out a breath I had not realized I had been holding, then pushed it against my clit again, this time breathing, and going back to the dildo.
I continued working the dildo inside me as I let the vibrator work on my clit. I felt pressure building up, faster than normal. My brain froze, the image of my brother stuck, like a picture instead of a movie. Pushing the vibrator harder, my hand occasionally moved the almost forgotten dildo, but I didn't even notice it.
Almost ready to orgasm, I opened my eyes wide. There, at the bedroom door stood my brother, mouth agape. It pushed me over the edge, and I felt my mind blank as the bliss washed over me. Heard, but didn't register the door gently shutting as I lay on my bed, helpless and shivering.
8/4/2014 4:50 PM (End of chapter 5)
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