(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.
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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.
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