This is part 2 in a short series, this time written from Sarah's POV, though the overlapping story telling model should let you enjoy this one by itself. If this is popular enough I'm sure there will be a part 3 as well!
Link to part 1 is in my profile.
*****
I had been chuckling to myself all week. I knew all too well that I'd been torturing my little brother by staying in his room when I visited and even worse I'd been crawling into his tiny single bed most nights. He'd borrowed a perfectly good mattress for me to sleep on, it was small and too short for him to sleep on but I enjoyed tormenting him by making him give up nearly all the space in his bed so that I could be just that little bit more comfortable. It hadn't proven to be a problem though as most nights we had drank so much that we would both just pass out anyway.
Tonight, however I had woken up as I lay behind him finding that he had somehow manoeuvred himself, and me, into a position where my hand was wrapped around his huge throbbing cock.
I was shocked momentarily but I didn't blame him. I'd been terribly horny all week and had been teasing him with glimpses as I got changed. Once when we'd been out, I'd felt him get hard as we danced together and I'd made a concerted effort to dance provocatively and grind up against him whenever the opportunity arose. At one point, I thought I'd pushed him too far as his hand reached around from behind me as I rubbed up against him but it actually turned out that I'd danced into the wrong person. My brother had been a hero and came to my rescue shoving the other guy away and we quickly left laughing and joking about my stupidity before heading to another bar.
Right now though I had a decision to make. My brother had grown into a real man, over the last few years. He was incredibly sexy, though I knew he didn't look at me in that way as I'd been quite a bitch to him when we were younger. But now I had his dick in my hand I could either go along with it and pretend to be asleep or really ruin the new friendship that had blossomed between us.
I stayed perfectly still as did he while we both continued the charade. I got bored quickly though. I knew neither of us were going to get back to sleep if this didn't get a move on. I tightened my grip but pretended to still be asleep. I think I may have actually even mumbled some sort of 'I'm sleeping' noises. It worked though as he started to gain confidence and rock his hips back and forth.
Feeling his huge engorged cock slide from tip to base through my hand felt so sexy and I realised that my little brother was actually hugely endowed. Obviously, I was only judging by his movements but surely it must have been 8 inches or more. I began to feel a familiar sensation as I became ever more aware of the growing moist patch between my legs. I began to subtly squirm and tense in some desperate attempt to stimulating my clit, squeezing my thigh together tightly. But before I knew it I felt his hips buck forward and pulse repeatedly as he came in my hand over and over. It was so sexy feeling my little brother squirm in my hand so I tightened my grip and gently twisted and tugged to milk his fabulous throbbing cock.
Clearly he came to senses minutes later, as suddenly as he came and his movement had become so accentuated, now it was his stillness that screamed a thousand words.
I felt for him. He'd been overwhelmed with lust but must now be feeling incredibly awkward. I began to smell the scent of his musk emanating from under the covers and filling my nose. My arousal jumped and I knew I'd not be able to stay put any longer.
