Boys looking at my body took some time to get used to. I'm not saying it's perfect or amazing, but I learned that a part of life for your average girl was accepting that guys have a tough time controlling where their eyes go. When walking down the hall at school, or anywhere really, I'd occasionally get those sweeping, up and down glances, with the obligatory pauses at my smallish boobs and hips. At first their wandering eyes made me feel self-conscious and insecure, but over time I grew to like the attention as well. It depended on my mood, and the cuter the guy the less I minded, just being honest. I enjoyed having that type of power, you didn't even have to do anything!
The problem was my brother did the same thing. He's two years older than me and, okay, I know he's a guy but I thought a brother wasn't supposed to be attracted to his sister. His own fleeting looks didn't happen often, your typical boob glance here, a hips peek there, but they definitely weren't accidental. I was more confused and curious than offended or creeped out. We had never fooled around, rarely flirted, maybe there were a few accidental grabs here and there when we play-fought physically, and we made a few perverted comments over the years, but nothing I gave a second thought to. We got along well for siblings and I liked him; he was usually nice to me, sometimes protective, and I guess I would say he's cute. If I had to choose, his most attractive feature is his short, light brown hair normally about an inch in length, the type that looked good when it was messy. He could roll out of bed and go to the mall without touching it and fit right in. It went well with the casual-cool thing he had going on. Jerk.
That my own brother's eyes were drawn to me, though, enhanced the awareness of my sexuality as a girl.
One day when I was sixteen I was laying on a lounge chair near the pool reading a magazine, getting a tan under the bright, hot sun. I was wearing my intensely yellow two-piece bathing suit and facing away from the house. Someone opened the sliding screen door and I figured it was my brother coming out. He was eighteen now. I looked down at my feminine curves oiled up to a glistening sheen, the bumps on my chest, the little yellow-bikinied mound nestled between my legs, and I allowed myself to feel pleased, for once.
He appeared standing over me, shirtless and wearing shorts, a glass of iced-tea in his hand, and he reached down to give it to me without saying anything.
"Oh, thanks," I said, surprised.
As I leaned up on an elbow and grabbed it I caught him eyeing me in a way he'd never quite done before. With a smirk he openly surveyed my entire body, from my shiny legs to my boobs, and he quietly laughed to himself and shook his head. He finally sat down in a chair a few feet away. The whole thing lasted only a few seconds, but that's a long ass time when someone is ogling you. I felt almost naked from the generous helping of desirous attention. I couldn't decide whether to be offended or aroused. How about both? I stared at him with a curiosity.
"What was that?" I asked.
He was on the skinny side which accentuated his decent muscle tone and he looked hot as he stared silently off into the distance, his already messy hair unconcerned about any potential wind. Did I say hot? I had never used that word to describe my brother. That was the first time I experienced such a conscious attraction to him, not only for his good looks or how he checked me out, but also the way he brought me an iced-tea on his own, all cool and aloof. He rarely did anything for me voluntarily! It was sweet.
All right, you want a show? I'll give it to you, I said to myself. I impulsively stood up from my lounge chair and as he peered over at me I adjusted the back of my bikini bottom, and even quickly fixed the front, possibly exposing a slight glimpse of my pussy for a fraction of a second. I pretended to be oblivious, and I sauntered casually toward the pool passing right in front of him. I stood by the edge to check the water with my hand and gave him a nice view of my ass. I swear I felt his gaze burning into it. I was nervous about purposely flaunting myself like this but basked in the power I had over him. He rose up from his chair and my heart leaped. Oh no! He's going to come over and put his arms around me or something. What if the neighbors see?
"I'm gonna eat something, I'm hungry," he said and walked back to the house. Well that was rude, I didn't expect him to leave just like that. I was bummed but relieved at the same time. Maybe my ass didn't look that great? Maybe he came to his senses, and I thought I should too. I was probably imagining things and making too much of all this. The whole display almost made me feel slutty.
As the days went by I sensed a subtle tension between us when we passed each other around the house. We would make eye contact and then quickly look away as if we were uncomfortable about something. Every night while I laid in bed I'd ruminate over every moment of the Iced-Tea Incident. Was my brother simply checking me out like the guys at school because he couldn't help it... or did he want something more? Ugh. That's like, incest. He's cute and all, and if he wasn't related to me, okay maybe, but...
To my disappointment, nothing else happened and eventually the tension began to fade. The need to feel the excitement again was building up inside me. I'd been walking around with this body, apparently desired by at least a few guys, and yet it was mostly covered up all day, every day, for years and years. What a waste. I had a compulsion to show somebody, anybody!
What could I do? It occurred to me I didn't have to do much of anything, my brother looked at me before without any conscious effort on my part to make it happen. I have boobs, the mere existence of them on my body is enough to affect a man...
A light-bulb went off in my head.
That weekend I stood in the shower under the hot water dousing my naked body, and I couldn't believe what I had planned. I was giddy with naughty delight and had butterflies in my stomach. To enhance my mood and boost my confidence, I watched myself more intently than usual as I lathered my tits and the rest of my body with soapy hands, indulging in my simmering sexuality as the suds and water cascaded down my stomach and then between my legs, dripping from my pussy.
Well, there was one thing I didn't particularly like about my body: my small-ish boobs. They're "teen sized", If you can picture it, I'd say about the same size as Emma Watson's, the English actress. I'm not complaining, though, they're cute.
I took a deep breath and was ready to go. My parents weren't home and this was one of the few windows of opportunity available. I think my brother was watching TV in his room. I peeked my head out around the solid white shower curtain, and then leaned out a little more so my left tit was exposed, nipple and all. I meticulously adjusted and readjusted the shower curtain against my body so the blatant display of boob appeared to be accidental. About an inch sliver of my left hip and waist could be seen as well which added to the sexiness. Okay, let's do this.
"Nathan?" I called out. "Nate?"
I had purposely left the bathroom door open a few inches, which I never did. A few moments later he answered from outside the bathroom.
"Yeah?" His voice had a curious lilt.
"Can you do me a favor? I left my new shampoo in my room, can you get it for me? It's in a plastic bag on my bed."
"Okay," he said, sounding intrigued.
Whew. I tried to calm my nerves. I could always bail out and simply cover up... I checked again my partially exposed tan body, stray water droplets settling on the curvature of my breast... and give me a break, there was no way this looked accidental. Screw it, I liked what I saw and decided to hold firm. If he thought me in the yellow bathing suit was a nice sight, wait until he sees this.
"Alright," he said outside the door when he got back, "you want me to put in on the sink?"
"Nah, just bring it in and hand it to me. I don't feel like getting the floor all wet."
The door slowly opened inward and he cautiously edged into the steamy room. I steadied myself, my boob was on fire so out in the open like this. My own brother was going to see it for the first time, as far as I knew. He turned toward me and his eyes immediately fixated directly on my tit, then they darted left, down, right, all over the place, he didn't know where to look. He had an embarrassed and surprised smile on his shocked face. It was thrilling! I kept my head and eyes forward pretending I had no idea why he was so disoriented. As he walked toward me to hand me the shampoo bottle, he looked at my hip peeking past the shower curtain, my tingling, wet pussy barely hidden a few inches away. He started laughing.
"What?" I said, exhilarated that he was this close to his naked sister. I had the overwhelming urge to rip the curtain back and completely expose myself, but I couldn't do it.
He looked at my tit again and raised his eyebrows. I looked down.
"Oh shit!" I said, feigning surprise like a B-movie actress, and quickly moved the shower curtain to cover myself. I reached out, probably red faced now, and he handed me the shampoo. Feeling embarrassed, I hid behind the curtains and he left. Wow, I did it. I took a big, deep breath to settle my nerves as the hot water from the shower poured over my head. His reaction was perfect, exactly what I wanted. He was shocked but I know I saw desire in his eyes. All of this hullabaloo because of a boob.
I traced my fingers down my body and then between my legs to satisfy the restless cravings there, and I closed my eyes in dreamy contentment and imagined my brother was watching me finger myself. The unique fantasy propelled me to one of my best orgasms in a long, long time.
I stayed in my room as much as possible the rest of the day and night and steered clear of my brother because more embarrassment began to creep in. As the night wore on the curiosity of what he thought was killing me. I needed to find out. At midnight, I left my room wearing my thin, thigh-length white t-shirt with Justin Bieber's head on the front - I wasn't a fan but my brother bought it for my birthday as a joke. Underneath Justin was my braless boobs and white cotton panties. I went to his room and peered inside. He was laying on his bed watching TV, wearing shorts and no shirt, his hands were behind his head and he was propped up by pillows.
As soon I walked in a blushing smile spread across his face. I smiled too and my face got hot.
"What?" I said.
He laughed and so did I. I walked in further and turned to face the TV.
"I hope you enjoyed the little show," I said, still pathetically trying to act like it was all one big accident.
"I did. Don't worry it's not the first boob I've seen."
"The internet doesn't count. Anyway, you weren't supposed to see mine."
"It was nice," he said with red cheeks.
Warmth spread over me from the simple compliment.
"I like small boobs, they're cute," he said.
"They're not that small, shut up," I said.
My stomach tied into a sudden knot and the warmth unexpectedly turned into hurt. I didn't know why that comment bothered me, we both obviously knew my boobs were small-ISH, but the flippant way he said it made me feel like an idiot, that to him I was just a silly little girl who he wouldn't even consider anyway. Thoughts that I made a big mistake seeped in, like I permanently lost some privacy, something he'd always have over me.
"What?" he said, apparently noticing I was upset, "I said it was cute."
"Whatever. Anyway, I'm going to bed. Goodnight."
I went toward the door to leave.
I turned around.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Oh... I don't know." He paused to analyze me. "Anyway, are you gonna watch Saturday Night Live, it's on now."
It sounded like a quick excuse to try and get me to stay. I edged back into the middle of his room and looked at the TV.
"Who's the host this week?" I asked, pretending I cared.
"Justin Bieber. Your boy."
"Haha, oh my god he's so cute!" I said sarcastically, mocking my teen girl peers. "His hair is better than yours by the way."
"Bull. Shit. You'd bang him, admit it."
I was surprised he said something like that to me. I found it arousing.
He had no comeback, but it felt like we had imaginary sex for a split second. In silence we both watched a skit involving Bieber for a few minutes, only laughing lightly because it wasn't that funny. I felt awkward standing there so I sat on the foot end of his bed, still self-conscious that he knew exactly what my boob looked like. It was weird. A commercial came on and he lowered the volume with the remote.
"Hey," he said and nudged my thigh with his foot. "Sorry."
"The 'small' thing. They're nice okay? Well, it
was nice, I only saw the one."
I smiled and rolled my eyes. "Thanks." This was getting so blown out of proportion.
"Let me ask you something..." he said. "Did you do that on purpose?"
"No! I didn't realize it."
"Really? Kind of weird that you didn't notice." He smiled mischievously. "Hey, is one tit bigger than the other? I know a lot of girls have that."
"None of your business. Actually, my right one is bigger, so you saw the small one if that makes you feel any better."
"Let me see."
"Come on, I already saw one. I can't go the rest of my life seeing only one tit. That would bother the shit out of me."
"Not gonna happen," I said, which didn't sound true.
He sighed. A few moments later he sprang up from the bed, hopefully to grab me, throw me on the bed and... wait. He walked past me to his dresser and took a swig from a bottle of water. He had his back to me, which honestly looked strong and desirable, and a powerful impulse welled up inside me and without thinking I enclosed my fingers around the bottom of my t-shirt, stood up, and lifted it all the way up to my shoulders exposing my tits and the rest of my body, with only my white cotton panties covering the gentle curve and form of my pussy, easily seen thanks to the thin, snug material. I was becoming addicted to blasting him with the sight of my femaleness and reveling in his reaction to it. Smallish tits be damned, I craved another hit!
He turned around.
"Ho-ly shit," he said with wide eyes and a dropped jaw as if he just saw Jesus.
I gave him about a solid three seconds to feast on the delicious and scandalous view of his sister. An eternity. His stunned reaction was immensely satisfying and I breathed it in. I put my shirt back down and sat.
"Happy now?" I asked rhetorically.
"That was... amazing."
I needed to get out of there and gather myself after that historic event so I got up to leave, and as I walked to the door he moved to block my way. I stopped and our eyes met. He edged right up to me and his hands slipped around my waist. The touch made me shiver.
"Why did you do that?" he asked, bewildered at his suddenly exhibitionist sister.
"I don't know, I gotta go..."
"Alright. How about a hug first."
He pulled me into him before I had a chance to answer and we embraced, not with stiff shoulders but with arms tightly wrapped around each other, my boobs pressing into his bare chest and my chin resting on his shoulder. I wanted to collapse in a pile of pleasure from this overload of brother-sister physical contact. His musky, manly scent was like something I wasn't supposed to be enjoying. He leaned back and studied my face like it was his first time seeing it, then lifted his hand up to my cheek and guided stray hairs behind my ear.
"What?" I whispered.
I had heard those simple words before, but they were more meaningful coming from him in that moment. I glanced over his shoulder at the ajar bedroom door, remembering my Mom and Dad were a short distance away in their bedroom. He quickly turned around, closed the door and locked it.
"Nate!" I whispered loudly.
"Yeah?" he said as he put his hands on my hips and started nudging me backwards.
I made passive attempts to "escape" past him, but he blocked my way and with a devilish grin walked me back to the bed until my legs touched.
"What about Mom and Da-" he pushed me on the bed before I could finish and fell on top of me, smothering me. My mouth opened to speak again but he kissed my lips, a soft, lengthy lip-lock, and a part of me expected it to be somewhat disgusting kissing my own brother, but instead it was a romantic kiss for the ages. The tips of our tongues touched, and now we were trespassing into incest land. As our wet with saliva tongues circled around one another blissful sensations flowed through me and I was so heavy with passion I thought I was sinking into the bed.
He leaned back and got on his knees to straddle me, and he looked down at my body while licking his lips. I enjoyed feeling like a big juicy steak. He tried to pull up my t-shirt and with my help we got it up and over my head, so liberating and erotic being this naked in from of him again, I still had panties on though. I glanced at the door again praying it was really locked. My brother looked back and forth at my tits and erect nipples, as if he was thinking what are these two things? They're fascinating. Perhaps I should do some research
, and he enclosed his mouth over my right tit, the bigger one, and sucked it like it contained the most delicious milk in history. His tongue darted over my nipple which sent an electric jolt to my pussy causing my hips to jump and my back to arch, pressing me right into his apparently hard cock.
That action made him abandon my tits and kiss a line down to my stomach, pausing for a few pecks on my belly-button, and the closer he edged toward my pussy the more my hips moved uncontrollably and the heavier my breaths got. Instead of kissing he ran a path over my panties by caressing my mound with his lips. It was incredible. At that moment I realized deep down I've wanted this for years, long buried somewhere in my mind and body, for my brother to devour me, to make love to me. I was too ashamed of those thoughts to ever let them see the light of day, so instead I would subconsciously flaunt my body with subtlety. I now realized I'd always done it, little things like wearing skimpy clothes around the house, grazing him with my hand, bending down to pick something up so he could look at my ass, walking past his room multiple times with only a towel on... the list goes on. I finally broke down and the shower-boob spectacle happened. But what happened first, him looking at my body or me flaunting it? I didn't know, but it was a symbiotic relationship; we both wanted it and we silently fed off each other for years.
Those epiphanies were interrupted when over my panties he ran a line up the center of my pussy with his tongue, and the pressure on my clit sent a barrage of tingles through me like a lit pack of firecrackers. The cotton material became damp from my pussy secretions and his saliva. He put his fingers around the band, beginning to pull them down. No! I wanted to control this show. I slid myself back on the bed until my head was on the pillows, and he tried to follow me.
"Wait, stay there," I whispered.
He listened, and with one hand I slowly took my panties down my legs and covered my pussy with my other hand, teasing him. When they cleared my feet I threw them at him, and he caught and held them up to his face to sample his own sister's scent, what a perv, then put them in his mouth like a dog with a bone. That made me giggle and also turned me on like crazy.
"Silly," I said.
With my pussy now covered with both hands and my knees up and legs open, he knelt there a few feet away waiting with eager anticipation. Hot with arousal I rubbed my hands up and down my mushy wet self, keeping the prize hidden, driving him nuts.
"Come here," I said. He tossed my panties aside and laid on his stomach to position himself until his face was only a few inches away. Thrilled that I was about to show what I'm sure he's been dying to see for years, I lifted up my hands and revealed my most personal and private asset to my brother.
"It's beautiful," he whispered, which I didn't expect but I'll take it.
He couldn't contain himself and kissed my labia, causing an exquisite tickling sensation, and when he began licking up and down, his tongue grazed over my sensitive little clit causing my hips to buckle. Seeing my own brother's face buried between my legs was an exotic sight, an image that will be burned in my memory forever. As he was tonguing my pussy lips with unrestrained lust, I hoped he was in heaven tasting his own sister. I'll admit, I wished he concentrated more on my clit, I didn't think he was too aware of its importance. I'm not complaining, he was only eighteen so I'm sure he wasn't some type of expert, obviously neither was I at sixteen. His tongue did flirt with my hole though, and the thought of sex with him entered my mind...
With that, orgasmic sensations began emanating from my almost virginal cunt (I'd been with one other guy), and spread throughout my body as he licked and sucked like he was eating the best pussy he's ever had, and he looked up at me when I quietly whimpered. I put my hands on his head and he smothered his mouth on the sloppy wetness more aggressively, perhaps sensing that I was going to come. I closed my eyes and moved my hands onto the sheets and gripped them tightly, becoming unaware of all existence except his hands on my inner thighs and the urgent movements of his tongue and the sticky sounds it made, and disappeared into myself with an overwhelming, wondrous orgasm.
I covered my eyes with my hand, breathless and recovering as the monumental orgasm slowly receded. He stopped and caught his breath for a few moments, then climbed on top of me until we were face to face.
"You liked it?" he asked with an adorable curiosity.
"I loved it."
He kissed me with my juices all over his face and inside his mouth, and still wearing shorts he began pressing his hard cock onto my mound. His thrusts escalated until we were dry fucking like horny animals, so to speak, because I was becoming soaking wet again from the experience of being humped by my masculine brother with the cute messy hair.
He abruptly stopped and rolled off my stark naked body, and I was like 'what the hell'? Why did he stop? He took his shorts and boxers off while laying on his back and there was my brothers cock. Wow, all these years and I was seeing it for the first time. It was so hard, how naughty and raunchy. It doesn't seem possible to live with someone for so long and keep these things private. In the past whenever I'd pass by the bathroom and he was in the shower, I'd occasionally picture him naked, a few times I even imagined him jerking off. I felt ashamed and disturbed by those thoughts at the time, but... here we were.
As he climbed back on me and between my legs, I came to my senses like a smack to the face and covered my pussy with both hands.
"Nathan," I whispered, "we can't."
The shaft of his cock was resting on the back of my hands, and touching it gave me a delightful jolt.
"I know... I know, " he said, frustrated.
He began caressing my neck with his mouth, periodically pressing ever-so-soft kisses on my sensitive skin and the further he burrowed his head to the back of my neck the more ecstatic I became, and our hips moved slightly, his stiff, warm cock still resting on the guardians that were my hands.
When he gently bit my ear our hips pressed together firmly and our bodies began rhythmically grinding with intensity. He showered my face with cute little kisses and my hands began slipping away, until his cock made direct contact with my mound. With every writhing thrust he lowered himself little by little, perhaps so I wouldn't notice, I did, but felt almost powerless to stop him. Almost.
I grabbed his waist and pulled him back up so the tip of his cock was back near my lower stomach again.
"Just stay like this."
And once again we fell into the same game, the clever boy went for my neck again because he knew I would lose control, giving him an opportunity to try and sneak back down. This was agonizing but I was also loving the suspense. Why didn't we just get a condom? Maybe the act of getting it would be a conscious decision to have sex, we were in some type of denial, or perhaps we simply didn't want to break the mood. As he moved down to my tit and grazed his teeth over my nipple, his hips edged down, lower and lower, until his cock nestled comfortably on my burning hot labia. He began sliding up and down my aching pussy, and I felt an overpowering need to be penetrated. I knew deep down I wasn't going to be able to stop this, and I was scared, but at the same time relieved.
The round, smooth head of his stiff cock found its way to my opening, and I tried to say something but moaned instead, withering from the excruciating anticipation. With painstaking and slow movement, he slipped his cock inside me, and I could feel the head against my lubricated walls, opening me up as he pushed in deeper... and deeper, filling me, until our lower stomachs were pressed firmly together, and it was the most heavenly feeling I've ever had in my young life. Our open mouths were now hovering close together, exchanging warm breaths and silent expressions of lust and perhaps love. He moved back out until the tip was at my hole, and then pushed all the way back in, pressing my ass into the bed. With every stroke he moved faster, to a pace that could be called fucking... my brother was fucking me good, and it was incredible.
A few squeaks of the bed allowed doses of reality to fight to the surface of my mind, distressing thoughts about my Mom and Dad in the next room, what if I get preg...
I smashed that away before I could finish it... I'd have to get an abor...
No! I had to stop him, but every time he plowed into my cunt as far as he could, the only sound I managed through my euphoric state were dangerously loud exhales. But, I did manage to say something.
"Don't cum inside me. Please."
"Okay... okay", he said, and continued making love to me, or more like continued banging the hell out of me. Both.
I think he was going to come soon and so was I, he was holding himself up on his hands watching with fierce concentration his cock penetrate his sister's cunt, and I could feel his balls slapping against my ass. Another powerful orgasm was building up again from my ravaged pussy outward to the rest of my being, a beautiful feeling enhanced to unimaginable heights because my own brother was pumping me and bringing me there, and I soared over the edge and came like a wildgirl. He pulled his cock out and leaned over my stomach and grabbed it to jerk himself off, but I moved his hand away and wrapped mine around the rock-solid slab of meat, slippery from my fluids, and I did the best my inexperienced self could. Streams of white cream shot out in pulses as I pumped his cock and I stared in fascination as it landed on my stomach and tits and smeared all over my hand. Bringing him to orgasm and seeing him come was so fulfilling for me, it made me feel happy, and having it rain on my body was so dirty and erotic.
Our hot, shiny with perspiration bodies collapsed together, his face buried into my neck and hair, my arms wrapped around his back, holding tight. We stayed in that position for a long time, interrupted by a few loving kisses. He eventually climbed off me and we laid side by side under the covers, his hand searched for mine and he squeezed and held it. Whatever consequences arose from this irresponsible, immoral, crazy, amazing night, we'll just have to deal with them. But right then, in the faint light of his quiet room, we shared the peaceful moments in warm contentment.
"Okay, I'm still curious about one thing," my brother whispered a little while later when we came back down to Earth. "Be honest, you showed me your tit in the shower on purpose right?"
He smacked his forehead. "Oh come on! You can admit it, it was so obvious."
I was silent, which meant yes, I did. Why the heck I was still denying it after everything we had done was one of the great girl mysteries.
"Yeah well, what do you expect?" I said. "You're always staring at me. I was just giving you what you wanted. It's your fault."
"Huh? What are you talking about? I don't stare at you."
"Oh please," I said playfully. "Oh, look who can't admit the obvious now."
"When did I stare at you?"
"Well, besides the million times over the years, I'll give you one example: last weekend at the pool. Your eyes were all over me, boy."
He laughed. "Okay, okay, you got me. I can't help it, though. You have a fucking awesome body."
"Aw, thanks," I said, blushing.
"I'm a big fan of small boobs too."
"Oh, you bastard!" I kicked him in the leg.
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