The phone clattering next to my head woke me. I glanced at the glowing blue numerals of my clock radio, and groaned. It was 4:15 a.m. Mom picked up the phone in her room, next to mine. I couldn't hear the words, but I could guess what it was. Mom is a nurse in the IC unit of the largest hospital in town. A call at this hour meant someone had called in sick or some other crisis had occurred, and Mom was on her way to the hospital. I heard Mom's shower come on, and knew she'd be coming to wake me after she was showered and dressed.
I eased out of bed, and went downstairs and started a pot of coffee. I was awake anyway, and I'm one of those people who can't fall back asleep once I'm fully wakened. So, it would be easier to see Mom off and then get my brother up and ready for school while I got dressed to go to my job in an accountant's office a few miles across town. Mom came down, saw me, and smiled. I poured coffee for us both, and she bustled about making a lunch for herself, and explaining that there had been a bad accident on the interstate highway, and the emergency room was flooded, and several of the injured would have to be placed in her unit. Because of the upcoming Memorial Day holiday, the hospital was on skeleton crew, and Mom didn't know when she'd be back. She asked if I could look out for my younger brother, Chuck, and myself.
I assured her we wouldn't starve, and I wouldn't let Chuck burn the house down. She laughed, gave me a kiss on the forehead, thanked me for the coffee, and headed out. I heard her car pull out of the driveway as I headed back upstairs to my room.
I stopped by the door to Chuck's room, and pushed it open quietly.
My brother is a year and a half younger than I. We share a family resemblance in our facial features, but there all similarity ends. Chuck is just over 6 feet tall, not quite 200 pounds, and none of it fat. He's just barely eighteen. His sandy blonde hair is an untidy mop that somehow looks good on him all the same. He's got a strong jaw, a rather aquiline nose, and a full mouth that's usually grinning in mischief or merriment. It's a look that makes the girls melt. Add to that the fact that he's a star basketball guard, soccer forward, and swims the butterfly stroke on the school swim team. His body is strong and well muscled, but not chunky like a body builder's. Instead, he's lean and sinewy, with a fine wide chest, a narrow waist, good strong buttocks, and thick arms and legs. In short, my little brother is the hunk of the high school. He's not vain about it. But he carries himself with a confident gait and demeanor that could be mistaken for arrogance, were it not for his quick laugh and easy going nature.
I'm about six inches shorter than he, and about 90 pounds lighter. I've got the same dusky blond hair, but my face is more oval. My nose is straight, and my eyes are a deeper blue, almost violet. My bust (36C) and ass and legs are my best features. I've got long legs, and curiously small hands and feet. I tend to be a bit rounder than most girls are, but then I don't care to starve myself like some for that painfully thin skinny look. And I notice the boys don't seem to mind that I'm a full armful during a slow dance.
Looking into his room, I gasped. From the light in the hall, I could see Chuck sprawled naked across his bed, one leg dangling over the edge. He was on his back, with one arm over his eyes as he slept. His chest, arms and legs are hairless. But it was his cock that drew my eyes hypnotically. The base rose from a bush of pubes just slightly darker than his hair and the supple shaft draped indolently over one large thigh. Even flaccid, my brother had the biggest penis I'd ever seen. He's not cut. The fat head barely peeped out of the sheath of foreskin stretched tautly over that rounded knob.
Even though he was my brother, my nipples tingled maddeningly at the sight of him asleep. I wondered how large he was when fully aroused. My pussy twitched, and I suddenly felt a damp warmth between my thighs. I pulled the door closed quietly, and padded barefoot back to my own room. I pulled of the tee I had slept in, and toyed with my aching nipples, closing my eyes. Visions of Chuck's dick swam behind my eyelids, and I felt dizzy with a sudden forbidden desire. One hand absently pulled my panties aside from my labia, and I didn't notice how damp I really was as my fingers toyed with my pussy lips, teasing them and spreading them. I found my clit, stiff and fully emerged from it's tiny sheath, the bud firm and hard. I flicked a finger across it, sighing at the tingles it sent racing through my shivering body.
I lay back, whimpering softly. I thought of the girls my brother was dating, and suddenly wondered if he was fucking any of them. I slid my forefinger deep into my wet depths and then another, my thumb rubbing and caressing my clit. I could see that lovely cock spreading soft pussy lips wide, the foreskin sliding back as he entered some girl's willing warm depths. My breathing became more rapid and labored, and my pussy clenched and squeezed at my probing fingers. I visualized his strong ass pumping, thrusting that turgid tool in and out, in and out, with increasing intensity. My other hand was twisting and pulling my breasts. I could feel his back tense as he neared his climax, the girl matching his thrusts with her own hungry motions. My back arched, and I gave a soft cry as my orgasm burst through me. I lay panting, fingers soaked with my dew, and breathing hard. It was sweet, but it wasn't enough.
I thought of the lovely cock laying not fifty feet away. I brought my fingers from my oozing slit to my face. I could smell that tangy spicy smell of my cum on them. I licked my fingers, slowly, one at a time, shuddering at the thought of tasting my nectar on that hard column of flesh after it had filled me and fulfilled me.
Almost in a daze, I rose and walked back to his door. I didn't even realize I was fully nude. It wouldn't have mattered. All that mattered was asleep just behind the door in front of me.
Quietly, I pushed the door open. Chuck hadn't moved. His face was a pretty pout as he slept, his lips slightly pursed as his chest rose and fell rhythmically in his sleep. I stepped closer to the bed, looking down at him as he slept. He was incredibly handsome and radiated sensuality, even in repose.
Silently, I knelt beside his bed. I reached and touched the soft flesh of my unnatural desire. It was warm and pleasantly thick. I leaned closer and inhaled his scent, an arousing mixture of sleep sweat, Dial soap, and Chuck's own masculinity. Carefully, I closed my fingers around the shaft, and slid the foreskin back from the mushroom head. It emerged fat and pink, the slit spreading a bit. I could feel the thick vein pumping beneath the pliable flesh. I leaned closer and rubbed his cockhead over my cheeks and lips.
Chuck made a sort of snuffling sound, his back moving on the sheets, but he did not awake. I paused until he'd relaxed again before gently stroking the loose folds of his foreskin back and forth, watching rapturously as the head emerged, withdrew, and emerged again. I leaned closer still, and when the head appeared, I gave it a quick lick. It was salty sweet, clean tasting, and not at all unpleasant. I smiled inwardly, and when it emerged from the tight folds again, I took his cockhead in my mouth.
My tongue laved over it, and I closed my eyes in pleasure at his taste and the feel of it in my mouth. My lips parted to admit more of him, and I played with the foreskin using my lips and tongue and teeth, loving the feel of it sliding back and forth, of the head beneath the thin membrane of skin. I let one of my hands wander back to my twitching pussy, a finger sinking deeply into my folds, as I let still more of my brother's dick slide effortlessly over my tongue.
Chuck had started to stiffen now under my oral stimulation. The spongy feel was giving way to a less resilient feeling. My hand circled the base of his dick, the palms resting lightly on the smooth pebbles of his ballsac. My head bobbled slowly, deliberately, savoring the taste and feel of him in my mouth.
I felt a hand move to and rest on the back of my head. Then Chuck stiffened, and his cock was pulled from my lips with an audible "plop." I looked up, and saw his green eyes, still dazed with sleep, but wide with amazement.
"Wha—what the fuck are you doing, Terri?" Chuck demanded groggily.
