Forward:
Many of you have read my brother's version of our story. He told me about it and I wanted to read it, but he suggested that instead I write my version at least of how things began. It wasn't as full of lust as many of you might like. Then again it was erotic to the extreme, as far as I'm concerned. So I guess it depends on what one is looking for.
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Michael and I were always close in a sense, yet we were also siblings. We would fight over some of the silliest things yet I would never allow anyone to threaten him nor he me. We were close where it counted. Now how many of these stories have you read where the first few paragraphs are a gushing of facts about the fantastic physical characteristics of the people involved. Well there won't be any of that here because despite my brother's good looks, I was attracted to him more by his personality than anything.
He has a good heart. He has his faults, he has his moments of selfishness, and yes I mentioned, we fought. But I've never known him to do anything that would truly hurt anyone, least of all me. Oh he had plenty of opportunities. We confided many deep secrets in each other that could have done untold damage to the relationships with our friends. Yet no matter how mad he'd get when we fought, the thought of doing that sort of damage never occurred to either of us. It's a sign that someone really cares when they protect you that way. And who doesn't love a hero?
I first became aware of my brother as a "male" I think one summer swimming. We were staying at a place in Virginia Beach with our parents. I had wanted to stay home alone and just let them go so I could spend the two weeks partying with my friends. After all, I was 19 and even legally a woman. My father of course had other ideas. Once we were there of course the beach and the sun made me "almost" glad I did come, but I couldn't let my parents know that.
Now Michael had spied on me before, and that turned me on. Not sure if it was the thought that someone was seeing my naked body or that it was my own brother and the naughtiness of it, or maybe I was just in that time of the month, but I do remember him peaking and I liked it deep down inside.
But here on the beach we went swimming together on our first day there. I had on a two piece suit. Certainly no bikini, but it at least was two piece. My parents were pretty strict, even though as I mentioned, I was 19+. They felt if I was going to live at home, it was under their rules.
Now Michael knew I was a bit shy of things like sharks in the ocean and basically anything else that swam there. Yet I loved the waves and salt water. Well his idea of fun was to sneak up and brush my leg or something. He'd swim up under water and brush, poke or grab me and no matter how many times he did it, it always caught me off guard.
So I began to keep close track of him as I tried floating around just relaxing and enjoying the day. If I saw him dive under I'd watch the wake and paddle out of his way. But even when I saw him coming, he'd catch me as I swerved out of his path. It became more of a game than anything scary and of course it escalated.
One pass he grabbed at me and got the tie on the back of my top. It opened and I had to stay down to retie it. Not sure if that was on purpose or an accident, but I know once he noticed what he'd done, he stayed close and wouldn't let me alone to retie it. I couldn't get out and just go up on shore to do it in peace since I would be topless, or practically. So I had to fight him off and try to stay a distance from him.
The swerving out, I stepped off a sandy drop-off and went under and came up paddling with my top in my hand. My chest was under water of course, but still I was topless out there. He kept coming at me from the shore side and I paddled backward and deeper. Then he dove under and came at me, but stopped popping his head up wide-eyed. He obviously had seen me there topless. Not sure he had that day until then.
He had also seen my top hanging in my fist. With an evil grin he dove again and came toward me from that side. I tried pushing him away, but that extended my top to him and he grabbed it and began swimming toward shore. When we reached the drop-off, I planted my feet and pulled to stop him. He came up laughing, but I hollered to stop it in no joking way. He did and let go of my top but came closer as I began to put it back on. I was afraid to turn my back to him or he'd prevent me from ever retying the top but facing him, he could plainly see from close up my bare breasts.
"You like that," I said in a disgusted voice.
He just grinned and shook his head yes.
"Pervert," I said. But I couldn't help the tingle of excitement I felt at standing outdoors topless talking to my brother, even if it was in the water.
I kept my angry look as I then walked up to the shore after getting it redone at last. He followed me and finally came closer and said, "I'm sorry. Don't tell mom and dad."
I looked back at him hustling along trying to keep up and said, "I'm not." That was all I said, but in glancing back I did notice a bulge in his trunks as they clung to him now in shallow water. "You better do something about that though," I said changing from a disgusted look to a smirk. I think it was at that moment I saw my brother as not just a sibling or family member, but a male, and one that could prove interesting if there were some way to accomplish it without seeming like I was coming on to him.
That night I laid in my bed and pictured the happenings of the day. I tried formulating a plan for getting even, while maybe finding out whether that wood he sported that day was because I was the turn on or just because he saw naked breasts. Probably the latter I thought although I noticed my hand had instinctively been twirling my pubic hair as my imagination wandered. Yes, that was it. I was turned on by my brother seeing my breasts. My mind shamed me at the thought, but my fingers betrayed my real feelings.
I let my fingers slip lower and I was wet -- very wet at the thought. My clit was hard and protruding and ever so sensitive. Each touch sent shivers through me. My mind wandered some more and I pictured Michael's finger down there. I made one frail attempt to push that aside, but the feelings were already gripping me. Soon I was trying desperately to remain silent as a shuddering orgasm blew through me.
The next morning I didn't awaken until after 10. The sun was bright and hot coming through my window even in an air conditioned room. Looking at the clock I decided to dress in my swimsuit, grab a bite to eat and head out to the beach.
Coming into the kitchen I passed Michael and he too was dressed for swimming. I said good morning and asked him where our parents were. He said they went into town and would be back for lunch. I fixed some cereal and ate, idly chatting with Michael until I noticed him staring at me. Maybe not so much staring, but anytime I looked up his eyes were on me then he'd look away. Liked the feeling that I could attract him that way, even if he was my brother.
But I suppose my own pleasure at him watching every move I made, got me going again to some extent. I glanced down and noticed that my nipples were getting hard and definitely making indents in my top. My first reaction was shyness, but then I saw his eyes drawn right there to my nipples. It was again hot to know I had him staring at them and I justified myself that after all they were covered so there was no reason for me to be conscientious.
