My name is Cameron and I've just this month turned 18. My brother Ashley is 5 years older than me, which makes him 23. I've always gotten on well with him, although he's very protective of me, especially when it comes to boys.
I have to admit it; many men say I'm gorgeous. It's probably down to my curvaceous 5 foot 6 body, the colour of peaches and cream, my long flowing golden hair and massive bright blue eyes the colour of sapphires. Although I like to think, my caring and sensitive personality wins the men over, but it is probably due to my large, pert, size C tits. My brother looks very similar to me, almost like a cherub, but with a 6 foot, hard athletic body.
As I've said, we've always been friends but after I turned 16, he started to look at me in ways a brother probably shouldn't. I started to notice that his deep blue eyes would linger at my tits, slowly moving down my body until they reached my well-covered pussy. I'm no virgin, I gave mine up at 15 to some boy I met on the beach, but his actions shocked me and I felt awkward. Not because I was embarrassed, but because his stares lit a fire in me, and I knew I wanted more than just his brotherly love. But for 2 years nothing happened.
It was the day after my 18th birthday party that it happened. I was sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee, watching TV in a pair of white hot pants and a pink crop top that ended just below my tits. Ashley walked in and I saw him glance at my chest and bare stomach. We nodded at each other and he sat opposite me in an armchair. Our mother walked in and stood in front of us.
'Kids I'm off to town, I'll be about 3 hours because I'm meeting Shirley, is there anything you want me to get for you?'
'No mum' Ashley and I chorused. We knew that as soon as she left we'd be alone.
