Since I was very young, I have been very sexual. I was an early bloomer. My breasts are at a 36DDD right now, I want to get a reduction after I have kids. I guess I'm average size, I don't have that perfect hourglass, but I'm not too chunky.
I have an older brother, Brian. Brian and I have the same coloring; deep red hair, golden brown eyes, and pearly white skin. Brian is very stacked; he is nothing but abs and he works out like crazy. I have always been attracted to Brian. He is a very open person, so things like sex and nudity were never hidden around him. I have seen Brian walking down the hall naked, and I have been forced to listen to his sexual conquests through my walls. I have to admit, it was pretty hot. He sounded like he was really fucking these chicks- hard -and it would always sound so... satisfying. More than once I found myself furiously masturbating to the sound of their sex, my eyes closed, imagining it was me he was fucking. I always felt ashamed and disappointed in myself for thinking about those things, but I couldn't stop, I just did it. I rubbed and touched myself almost every time he brought a girl home. Sometimes I would actually go and "prepare" myself before he got home on Saturday nights. I would get myself nice and moist, watch some online porn, and grab my hand-held massager.
So today, I was taking advantage of an empty Saturday night, one where Brian wasn't going to bring home a girl. Let me just say, I was very inexperienced when it came to sex... in other words, I was still a virgin. At eighteen, I had never been touched by a boy, and I had never touched one. All I had ever seen or heard about sex was from porn, and lots of it. So I did what I thought would help me; I put on my skimpiest, sheerest nightie. It was white, almost see through, and I wore nothing underneath it. I did my hair in nice, thick curls, and I put on a lot of eye makeup. Lots of non-waterproof mascara, thick grey eye shadow, and dark red lipstick. I wanted to look, mature, Not like some silly young teenager.
I pulled up my white stockings, and put on my mom's "sexiest", most grown-up white heels. I then sat in my brother's bed, and waited. Just the thought of him coming home to me like this, turned me on. Then he got home. I lay down in his bed and listened to his sole footsteps.
"Oh my god." he said as he walked in to his room, "Josie, what the fuck...?"
My facial expression instantly turned to worry and my eyebrows furrowed, "...What... What's wrong, Brian?"
He dropped his back and looked at his baby sister, "Josie... I'm not sure what you're trying to do but... I can't. I could never, will never, you're my sister for Christ's sake."
My excitement turned to heartbreak. A part of me knew he would never fuck me, but I didn't think I would take it as hard as I did. I was actually heartbroken. I started to cry, and my mascara started to run. I kicked off those fucking trampy shoes and put my face in my hands. Brian instantly came to my side and hugged me.
"Oh my... Josie I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that!"