I often watched my brother. I knew it was wrong, but I could not help it. Why? Because I did not see him as my brother. He was a twenty year old freshman at the local college near our home. I saw him more as a fresh college guy waiting to score. We were close when we were growing up, but the older we got, we grew apart. I guess that is because I was his sister and he was my brother.
Bryce was not like any guy that I had dated. He was different. He was the athlete. The local jock. Standing at six foot two and a good one ninety, he was all muscle. Lean and trim, he gave off more testosterone than he realized. I was only eighteen and I never dated his type. I fell more for the brainy type. I guess that is why I am still a virgin. Bryce could have had any girl in the world. Hell, he could have a different girl every night if he wanted. But Bryce was not that way. He was picky. He was not a lady’s man. Never was. He was the guy that was like a brother to every girl he met. He was the guy that every girl wanted, but was told, “We can just be friends” by so many because they were afraid to get involved with him, even though they knew it would be good. Never understood those girls. They could have had a perfectly good guy. No, instead they went for the bad-ass type that knocked them around. Bryce may have treated the girls he knew that way, but he never treated me like that. I was his family, but we never acted like we were once we were older. I guess that is why Bryce always masturbated. I guess that is why I always felt my pussy also. Bryce was always told the same thing and could never really land a girl. I knew why. He did not want to just fuck some random girl, even though he could very well do so. He was in college now. I had seen how most of those girls looked at him when I followed him to college. They all looked at him with lust in their eyes. I knew that look. I was guilty of it myself because that is the way I actually looked at him. But I knew he noticed the girls at the college just as much as they noticed him. That is how I knew he masturbated. Bryce would come home, eat his supper with the family, and then he would shower and go to his room. I knew what he did in his room after his shower. I, on the other hand, the hand held shower unit was my favorite toy. One day, it got the best of me. I had to see him masturbate for myself. I wanted to see what he looked like. I wanted to see every muscle pop, every facial expression he had as he pleased himself. I wanted to see how it made him feel. So, while he was in the shower one day, I sneaked in his room, entered his closet and waited. I could see perfectly through the wooden slats on the closet door. His bed was right in line and was a perfect view. Finally, Bryce came in and shut the door then locked it. His hair was still wet and his body glistened. The naked top half of him anyway, as the towel was wrapped around his middle hiding what he had to offer. Every muscle he had bulged and his six pack was well proportioned. I watched him walk to his mirror and grab his deodorant and glide it under his arms. I felt a little guilty for spying on him, but yet, there was something deep inside me that said it was okay. Bryce stood in front of the mirror, inspecting himself. Then he lowered his arms and his hands came to the towel wrapped around his middle and in one swoop, he had it off and tossed it into the hamper in the corner. Now he was naked. But all I could see was his backside. It was a beautiful backside. His ass was perfectly round and all the muscles in his back and legs were perfect. Then he turned around. Suddenly, he was not a guy to me anymore. And certainly he was not my brother. My thoughts had made him a man. Bryce was absolutely beautiful. His nipples were perfectly round on firm pects. His stomach was a perfect flat six pack, and just below his navel, was a perfectly trimmed triangle of pubic hair. Not too long and not too short, the hair there was the perfect length, sort of how I kept my landing strip above my pussy, short and neatly trimmed. Just below his triangle of love, hung his manhood. It was beautiful. Bryce’s cock was a good seven inches and thick. His balls, huge and heavy, hung below the head of his cock. They were shaved smooth also. I just wanted to reach out and touch them. Play with them. Furthermore, I wanted to make him hard. Bryce moved to his bed and lied upon it. He was facing me, but did not know it. He lied there with his legs spread a little. I could see his cock and balls perfectly. Bryce put his head down on his pillow and put his arms and hands out to his side, but not close to him. He spread his arms out where his hands were at the edge of his bed. Suddenly, I could see his cock coming to life. I watched it swell as it engorged with blood. Slowly, the blood pumped to it, lifting it up from lying on his balls. I watched his cock lengthen as it hardened. Within fifteen seconds, Bryce’s cock was at full attention. It looked as if it doubled in size and it thickened even more. Seeing his cock point straight to the ceiling made my pussy get wet and my nipples stiffen. I stood there, hidden in the closet, and put my hand down my pants. I ran my finger through my landing strip to feel myself. It was only for a second. My finger found my sweet spot and immediately, my juice began to flow. My pussy was more than just wet now, it was drenched. Bryce brought his left hand to his hard cock and wrapped his fingers around the shaft. His hand was now full and I wished it was my hand that was wrapped around him. He began to stroke, slowly going up and down. I could see the ridges of his hard cock as he stroked. Bryce found a pace that he liked and continued stroking. I watched his body react to his stimulation. His muscles were bulging and his facial expressions were changing with his rhythm. As he stroked, I felt myself getting aroused even more. My nipples were so hard, they were rubbing on the fabric of my bra and my panties were now soaked. But I stood there, watching him. Bryce began to moan softly. I knew why. I saw his balls tighten and rise. The head of his cock was now a deep red. Bryce was now pumping himself at a slower pace. His cock was now harder than ever and I could tell that he was getting ready to explode. As I stood in his closet watching, Bryce arched his body, his head digging deeper into the pillow, his hand stroking even slower now until it stopped at the base of his shaft, and then a loud moan exited his mouth as he shot his hot cum on his chest. In spurts that subsided, his cum flew out of his hard cock and landed in sequence upon his body. The first volley, the strongest, landing between his pectorals, the next right below it, and so forth until the last one dribbled out of his cock and lingered on the head of it. In all, I counted eight total. I watched Bryce’s cock return to its normal state. Little by little, the blood drained from his cock and it fell limp. His balls also returned to their normal droopiness. As it was now in the normal state, Bryce flung his legs to the side of his bed. His chest and stomach glistened from his own stickiness. I looked at it lingering there on his hard body and I felt my aroused state begin to subside. I knew I was going to have to take a shower when I finally got out of his closet. I was clammy from desire and my panties were soaked from my own lust. I watched Bryce clean himself with the towel that had been wrapped around his middle. Then he got back in the bed and covered up. After about five minutes, he was out like a light. I knew I could sneak out. After leaving his closet and walking carefully to his door, I unlocked it, and exited, and headed straight for the shower. Taking my clothes off one by one until I stood in my pink panties, I looked in the mirror and saw the lust in my own eyes.