At the same time, I have the feeling he was also sneaking around, trying to catch me, trying to watch me without me knowing.
I would feel eyes on me in the shower. Soon, I found myself opening the shower door while I stood there, naked, closing my eyes on purpose as I ran my hands through my hair, lathering it with shampoo, conditioner. I would turn off the water and put my foot on the edge of the tub, intently staring at myself as I lathered my body, ran the cloth across my breasts, turning as I used the soap on my ass.
9/15/2014 2:18 PM
I would hear my door creak open as I put on my clothes. So, instead of putting them on quickly, I would stand in front of the mirror, examining myself, and trying to catch a glimpse of him to see if I was right. Pressing my breasts up slightly, I imagined myself with a push up bra. Mom would never allow it, but it didn't matter. It was still nice to imagine, to see the cleavage that would be showing. To imagine how the guys at school's eyes would bulge. My body turned profile, so someone at the door could see the swell of my breasts, tipped with slightly hardening nipples, my tight stomach, my slightly rounded ass, while I stared intently at the mirror, ignoring my door. If he was there.
Other times I would be laying on my bed, and catch the door crack slightly. I put down what I was reading and went over to the my bookshelf. Grabbing my M magazine, I went back to my bed and laid down.
9/29/2014 11:54 AM (Still have more to go, and the next part will be more graphic)
I propped the magazine up on my stomach, while leaving me room to glace just to the side of it. Just as I thought, the door was cracked ever so slightly.
The magazine in front of me was ignored, only there for show, nothing else. I thought about the glimpses I had seen of my brother. I thought about how I had spied on him as he masturbated. It sent a thrill to my head thinking taboo thoughts. He was my brother, not some random guy. We weren't supposed to see our brothers like that, with his penis in his hand, eyes glued to a computer screen, rubbing up and down his shaft. A tingle went up my spine at the image.
I lifted the magazine with one hand, and put the other between my legs.
My skirt was lifted, exposing my panties to my brother, peeking through my door.
My fingers worked aside the elastic band, across my thin patch of fur.
Meeting my sex, my fingers explored my labia, running along the edge.
A gentle push, and they penetrated my labia, ever so slightly.
I worked them inside me more, finding wetness, lubricating them, then following my labia higher.
Arriving at my clit, my fingers started working, massaging in slow circles.
I closed my eyes, putting the magazine down. The boys were boys, and I was no longer 14. They didn't thrill me, but my brothers eyes on me did.
Taking my now free left hand, I brought it down, and placed it against my clit, using my right hand to instead penetrate me.
Pushing my fingers in, then pulling them out, imagining them glistening with my dew.
Pinch my clit slightly, giving it a little tug, I moaned, the sound floating on the air.
My hands sped up, thrusting inside me faster, as deep as I could get them. The fabric of my panties strained as they worked my pussy hard. Harder. Harder.
My hands lifted and landed, over and over, grinding my clit, massaging it, playing with it, harder. More.
My fingers pushed my panties down, slightly, straining for room to plunge in, over and over.
I curled my middle finger, aiming it towards the top of the vagina, towards my stomach, rubbing hard. My panties twisted sideways, bits and pieces of my pussy showing here and there. Flashes of my brother, watching me, spiraled through my head.
I lost myself in the image of him, watching me, imagining him in the room with me, drinking in the sight of me, my fingers working my pussy.
Faster.
Push it.
Pull it.
Tease it.
Please it.
A full throated mixture of scream and moan escaped me as I felt myself being pushed over the bring, felt my body shudder as my mind floated on my intoxicating climax.
As my body calmed down, I took another peek at the door. It was now closed.
9/29/2014 12:48 End of the chapter. Please look for Chanter 10 soon.
Monday, September 15, 2014
Brotherly Love, Chapter 8 (Incest fantasy)
It felt like a great weight had been taken off our shoulders. We were back, the dynamic duo, the twins extraordinaire. However, it seemed other things had changed between us, ever so slightly.
We found ourselves avoiding the bathroom while the other was in there. While we would still hold hands, we also found a slight distance. Not like before, but we didn't hold hands as much. We didn't give each other friendly kisses on the cheek. We were both finally, and acutely aware, that he was a guy and I was a girl.
I started thinking about how we acted in the past. I guess to anyone who observed us but didn't know us, we would seem like a boyfriend/girlfriend couple. When we would get in playful moods, and tickle each other mercilessly, or wrestle around, we would be more careful where we put our hands. We also did it less and less.
We stopped watching dirty videos together, and started doing our own thing when it came to finding sexual material to satisfy the hormones rushing through our bodies. After all, I had only completed puberty a couple years earlier, and he had just finished not long ago. There were still feelings, and emotions, and itches that we wanted to scratch while being good and saving ourselves for marriage.
Our parents noticed, and were a bit puzzled, but didn't say anything.
As the memory of him naked started fading, I also found I wanted to see him. Oh, he was still my brother, and I didn't want to think of him that way, but he was still the only guy I had ever seen naked. I couldn't get it out of my head, and wanted to see him.
I am not sure how it happened, but, I found myself sneaking around, spying on him while we were doing our own thing.
I would wait until he was in the shower, and the water was going, then crack the door, just slightly, trying to catch sight of him in the mirror. I would crack his bedroom door when I thought I heard something suspicious and see if I could catch him masturbating.
A couple times he caught me, so I just walked in as if that was my intention. He wasn't doing anything though, much to my disappointment.
I found myself walking into his bedroom more often, hoping to catch him doing something. Once, I did.
"Hey!" He yelled. "Out!" He picked up a balled up sock and threw it at me. Later, we laughed about it, and pretended it didn't matter.
At the same time, it seemed sometimes like he wanted me to catch him. I would go to his room door, and find it cracked open slightly when mom and dad weren't at home, with porn playing loudly in his room. I would open the door, just enough to look in, and find him standing there, naked, sweaty, watching the screen as his hand worked his penis. He took long strokes, hand moving from the base to the head, until it the head was resting against his middle and ring finger, then stroke back down.
Mouth slightly open, his hand moved back to the base.
Lips parted, stroke back to the head.
Breathing harder, stroke back down.
Speeding up, his eyes drank in the porn actress, watching her intently.
A little clear liquid dangling from the tip of his penis, to be swept up by his hand cover the head.
The stroked got smaller, faster, no longer going to the base of his penis.
Grabbing the balled sock, he held it against his penis with the other hand.
Stroke up, stroke down, his hand almost a blur.
Eyes closed now, I could see his toes curling against the carpet in his room.
His body now glistening in sweat, he pushed the sock hard against his penis as his hips thrust forward.
I could hear him grunt as he thrust into the sock a couple times, quickly, before standing perfectly still, head thrown back, his sock now stained with his cum. I closed the door silently, off to my own room to get my own toys, and to pleasure myself with the image still clear in my mind.
9/15/2014 2:13 PM
We found ourselves avoiding the bathroom while the other was in there. While we would still hold hands, we also found a slight distance. Not like before, but we didn't hold hands as much. We didn't give each other friendly kisses on the cheek. We were both finally, and acutely aware, that he was a guy and I was a girl.
I started thinking about how we acted in the past. I guess to anyone who observed us but didn't know us, we would seem like a boyfriend/girlfriend couple. When we would get in playful moods, and tickle each other mercilessly, or wrestle around, we would be more careful where we put our hands. We also did it less and less.
We stopped watching dirty videos together, and started doing our own thing when it came to finding sexual material to satisfy the hormones rushing through our bodies. After all, I had only completed puberty a couple years earlier, and he had just finished not long ago. There were still feelings, and emotions, and itches that we wanted to scratch while being good and saving ourselves for marriage.
Our parents noticed, and were a bit puzzled, but didn't say anything.
As the memory of him naked started fading, I also found I wanted to see him. Oh, he was still my brother, and I didn't want to think of him that way, but he was still the only guy I had ever seen naked. I couldn't get it out of my head, and wanted to see him.
I am not sure how it happened, but, I found myself sneaking around, spying on him while we were doing our own thing.
I would wait until he was in the shower, and the water was going, then crack the door, just slightly, trying to catch sight of him in the mirror. I would crack his bedroom door when I thought I heard something suspicious and see if I could catch him masturbating.
A couple times he caught me, so I just walked in as if that was my intention. He wasn't doing anything though, much to my disappointment.
I found myself walking into his bedroom more often, hoping to catch him doing something. Once, I did.
"Hey!" He yelled. "Out!" He picked up a balled up sock and threw it at me. Later, we laughed about it, and pretended it didn't matter.
At the same time, it seemed sometimes like he wanted me to catch him. I would go to his room door, and find it cracked open slightly when mom and dad weren't at home, with porn playing loudly in his room. I would open the door, just enough to look in, and find him standing there, naked, sweaty, watching the screen as his hand worked his penis. He took long strokes, hand moving from the base to the head, until it the head was resting against his middle and ring finger, then stroke back down.
Mouth slightly open, his hand moved back to the base.
Lips parted, stroke back to the head.
Breathing harder, stroke back down.
Speeding up, his eyes drank in the porn actress, watching her intently.
A little clear liquid dangling from the tip of his penis, to be swept up by his hand cover the head.
The stroked got smaller, faster, no longer going to the base of his penis.
Grabbing the balled sock, he held it against his penis with the other hand.
Stroke up, stroke down, his hand almost a blur.
Eyes closed now, I could see his toes curling against the carpet in his room.
His body now glistening in sweat, he pushed the sock hard against his penis as his hips thrust forward.
I could hear him grunt as he thrust into the sock a couple times, quickly, before standing perfectly still, head thrown back, his sock now stained with his cum. I closed the door silently, off to my own room to get my own toys, and to pleasure myself with the image still clear in my mind.
9/15/2014 2:13 PM
Brotherly Love, Chapter 7 (Incest fantasy)
(Please note, chapter 6 has finally been complete. Now you see why this is more of a writing experience, to show how I am, more than just a single, simple story. I go away, then come back, then go away, then come back. Sometimes, I haven't even been good at coming back.)
My mind raced at my brothers words. He masturbated because of seeing me spread before him. I masturbated to the image of seeing him masturbating, and he walked in right in the middle of it. It was confusing.
He was my brother, why would I want to see him do that?
Why would he want to imagine me like that?
Why did I suddenly feel flushed and a little horny at the thought of him, doing that, while imagining me?
It made no sense.
Well, it doesn't matter, I thought to myself. He isn't the only one, and you need to tell him. He told you even though he obviously didn't want to.
I got up and walked out to the living room. He was no where to be seen. Which means, he was probably in his favorite spot.
I put on my shoes and headed down to the river. He would be in a little area, right next to the river.
I walked through the thick brush, ducking under tree limbs, removing round, needle like burrs that clung to me as I passed though the weeds.
The trees opened up to a little clearing on the edge of the river. Wildflowers dotted it, with butterflies dancing on the light breeze, landing on flowers before their bright, colorful wings took flight again to dance through the air. It was a beautiful place. A peaceful place. The place my brother would always go when he wanted to think about something, was troubled by something. And there he was, by the edge of the river, throwing rocks at the flowing surface.
9/15/2014 1:14 PM
He glanced over his shoulder, eyes widening slightly, then turned back towards the river. I walked over and stood next to him, watching his rocks dent the water before the water rushed it away without a ripple or care.
"See, I told you that you didn't want to know," he said, not looking over.
"What makes you think that?" I asked him.
"Well, your brother, doing that, while thinking about you, his sister? You are probably disgusted with me right now."
I laughed, and stepped over to him, running my hands through his hair, messing it up playfully. As I dropped my hands, I grabbed his, and forced him to face me. I took up the other hand, and held it, as his face shows absolute surprise.
"I am not disgusted. And, I have something to tell you..." I told him.
"Umm," he responded, then dropped it, clearly at a loss for words.
"Remember when you walked in on me, while I was pleasuring myself?"
He gave me a guarded look that clearly said he would like to pretend it never happened.
"Well, do you wonder what I was thinking about when I was doing that?" He took on a clearly puzzled expression at that.
"Well, I assume some movie star, or one of those cute guys you are always showing me." He said, not catching my meaning.
I sighed again. This was clearly a day for sighing.
"No, I was imagining you, as you lay on your bed, stroking your penis. I thought you were thinking of some cute actress or something. I didn't know you were imagining me."
With that, his jaw dropped completely. "I...I...really..." He stopped, sputtering off.
"No worries. We saw each other. I mean, think about it. How many girlfriends have you had? How many boyfriends? I think it was really the first time we have seen another real person, naked, in..." I couldn't complete it, and felt my face flush bright red.
"But, we are brother and sister!" He exclaimed.
"You think I don't know that?" I asked him, my face taking on a look of hurt.
"No, it isn't that. But we can't be doing things like that. I mean, it's gross. And, it's illegal, and..." He sputtered off again, his mind going furiously, but no words coming out.
"Hey, it took me by surprise! It was a momentary thing. I mean, eww, you're my brother!" For just a second, his face almost looked like it had taken on a pained expression, but it disappeared so quickly that I couldn't be sure.
"And you're my sister! Eww."
We laughed together for a couple minutes, then continued to tease each other about how gross it is for a brother and sister to think about each other while masturbating. It seemed everything was returning to normal. We walked back to the house together, holding each others hand, laughing and joking.
9/15/2014 1:48 PM
My mind raced at my brothers words. He masturbated because of seeing me spread before him. I masturbated to the image of seeing him masturbating, and he walked in right in the middle of it. It was confusing.
He was my brother, why would I want to see him do that?
Why would he want to imagine me like that?
Why did I suddenly feel flushed and a little horny at the thought of him, doing that, while imagining me?
It made no sense.
Well, it doesn't matter, I thought to myself. He isn't the only one, and you need to tell him. He told you even though he obviously didn't want to.
I got up and walked out to the living room. He was no where to be seen. Which means, he was probably in his favorite spot.
I put on my shoes and headed down to the river. He would be in a little area, right next to the river.
I walked through the thick brush, ducking under tree limbs, removing round, needle like burrs that clung to me as I passed though the weeds.
The trees opened up to a little clearing on the edge of the river. Wildflowers dotted it, with butterflies dancing on the light breeze, landing on flowers before their bright, colorful wings took flight again to dance through the air. It was a beautiful place. A peaceful place. The place my brother would always go when he wanted to think about something, was troubled by something. And there he was, by the edge of the river, throwing rocks at the flowing surface.
9/15/2014 1:14 PM
He glanced over his shoulder, eyes widening slightly, then turned back towards the river. I walked over and stood next to him, watching his rocks dent the water before the water rushed it away without a ripple or care.
"See, I told you that you didn't want to know," he said, not looking over.
"What makes you think that?" I asked him.
"Well, your brother, doing that, while thinking about you, his sister? You are probably disgusted with me right now."
I laughed, and stepped over to him, running my hands through his hair, messing it up playfully. As I dropped my hands, I grabbed his, and forced him to face me. I took up the other hand, and held it, as his face shows absolute surprise.
"I am not disgusted. And, I have something to tell you..." I told him.
"Umm," he responded, then dropped it, clearly at a loss for words.
"Remember when you walked in on me, while I was pleasuring myself?"
He gave me a guarded look that clearly said he would like to pretend it never happened.
"Well, do you wonder what I was thinking about when I was doing that?" He took on a clearly puzzled expression at that.
"Well, I assume some movie star, or one of those cute guys you are always showing me." He said, not catching my meaning.
I sighed again. This was clearly a day for sighing.
"No, I was imagining you, as you lay on your bed, stroking your penis. I thought you were thinking of some cute actress or something. I didn't know you were imagining me."
With that, his jaw dropped completely. "I...I...really..." He stopped, sputtering off.
"No worries. We saw each other. I mean, think about it. How many girlfriends have you had? How many boyfriends? I think it was really the first time we have seen another real person, naked, in..." I couldn't complete it, and felt my face flush bright red.
"But, we are brother and sister!" He exclaimed.
"You think I don't know that?" I asked him, my face taking on a look of hurt.
"No, it isn't that. But we can't be doing things like that. I mean, it's gross. And, it's illegal, and..." He sputtered off again, his mind going furiously, but no words coming out.
"Hey, it took me by surprise! It was a momentary thing. I mean, eww, you're my brother!" For just a second, his face almost looked like it had taken on a pained expression, but it disappeared so quickly that I couldn't be sure.
"And you're my sister! Eww."
We laughed together for a couple minutes, then continued to tease each other about how gross it is for a brother and sister to think about each other while masturbating. It seemed everything was returning to normal. We walked back to the house together, holding each others hand, laughing and joking.
9/15/2014 1:48 PM
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