I Love My Big Brother

Have you ever wondered what life would be like with the one person you were forbidden to love?

How about the rush of doing something so crazy you couldn't wrap your head around it?

Well I have, and I've experienced it.
 
My brother Peter is 19, and he has come home from college for the summer. Myself, well, I just turned 18 a month ago. Peter is a very well built, tall, blond haired man. I am a petite slim B-cup blond. Anyway, Peter just arrived home and my parents decided that they didn't want to see him, because they are "Too Busy with work." Ha, their normal excuse.

So I greet him at the door, and give him a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek. He looks really good. It doesn't even seem like he gained the dreaded "Freshmen 15." His hair is a little longer and he even looks more confident, which was weird because in high school he got any girl he wanted, and all the guys wanted to be him. He was the star Quarterback for his Junior and Senior year, and Captain his Senior year. He looks... HOT!

I knew that thinking about my brother in this way is really, really wrong, but I can't help it. I mean we have always been close as kids, but I never once had any sexual attraction towards him.That is of course, until now. As he walks into the house he has all of his bags in one hand. His muscles flex under his tight long sleeve shirt. I almost loose it right then and there.But somehow I keep my cool.

As he walks up stairs to his room I can't help but watch his ass. Damn it is nice. Not too big not too small, but just right. As we enter his room I am ready to pounce on him.So Instead of doing so I tell him I am going the mall to chill out and give him some time alone.

He says okay and goes to give me a hug, normally our hugs are quick, but instead of letting me go he holds me tighter. I can feel his warm breath on my neck, making me shiver. I then feel his hand go from the small of my back to my ass. Instead of pushing him away I let him keep his hand there. It feels too good to want to put an end to it, but I new that I was going to have to leave before it gets too out of hand.

I regretfully let go of him and his face turns a very bright shade of red. As I leave I swing my hips a little more, and I can feel his eyes on me. Oh what a glorious feeling. As I am driving to the mall I start thinking about Peter, and it was at that moment I realize that I have stronger feelings for him.

When I get to the mall I have to sit in the parking lot and try to figure things out, but for some reason all I keep going back to was the fact that I was starting to fall in love with my own brother.

I was so embarrassed that I didn't want to go home out of fear that he wouldn't feel the same way about me, but at the same time I remembered how his hand felt on my ass, and how he might, just might, feel the same way.

(This is my first story so please give me feedback. (This is a work of Fiction). If y'all like this enough I will continue it. So please give me kind feedback. Thanks in advance!.)