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.
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