Gah! Stop! Get off me!!"
I laughingly yelled these words as my brother endlessly poked me for threatening to bite him in retaliation for a previous offense. My sides hurt from the poking and the laughter, and he had a manic gleam in his eyes that prompted me to throw a punch in an effort to stop him. He just laughed at my weak attempt and continued his work of creating a portrait for some vain old rich woman.
My brother, Michael, 26, was four years older than me. We were very close, telling each other almost everything. He was my height and build, and even though he was older, people often mistook us for twins. We both had the same dark brown hair, the same facial structure. However, where his eyes were hazel, mine were a dark steely gray. He was just a half inch taller than me, at 5 feet and 3 inches. His skin was darker than mine, he having worked outside much of his adult life, and me having had indoor jobs. He wasn't super muscular but nicely toned from riding his bike EVERYWHERE he needed to go, even though he had a car. We lived together to save money, and since it was just us he often walked around shirtless. His upper body was covered in tattoos, something I loved.
He'd been single for awhile. Due to a medical issue growing up, he had to take medications that rendered him sterile and it took him quite a long time to orgasm. None of the girlfriends he'd had, had been able to stand having sex with him for that long and as such, he'd never been able to orgasm. He used to complain about this often, and I'd just shake my head. He always went for titless 18-19 year olds thinking that the tightness would get him off quicker, never realizing that because they were inexperienced, they wouldn't be able to hold out as long.
I was also jealous of these women. What did they have that I didn't? I was 5 feet 2.5 inches, had perky 38DDs, a thin but curvy body, and an ass and legs that men drooled over. My fair skin, edgily cut long dark auburn hair, deep gray eyes... What was wrong with my looks? I wasn't nearly as crazy as most of the women he brought to the house, either. Sometimes it scared me just how unstable these girls were, throwing things for seemingly no reason, yelling at him, calling him a freak, and peeling out of the driveway as if running for their lives. I just didn't get it.
One day, my life changed. He came downstairs after a girl had left, and he had a decent sized nick on his arm, which was dripping blood. I squealed and began gathering the first aid equipment to fix it. As I patched him up, he told me what happened.
"Well, that one was insane. I can't believe she knifed me for telling her I didn't want a relationship. I mean, what does she want? We met at a party. I'm not going to go out with someone I don't know well and just met at a party," he said.
I just shook my head. He was lonely, but not desperate.
Suddenly, a flame shot through my body. A mental picture of me, on his bed, wildly riding his cock, screaming his name while I dug my nails into his skin.
"Nikki? You okay? You look really red, are you alright?"
My brothers words brought me back down to earth. Did I just have a sexual fantasy about my brother? My sexy as hell brother who I loved?
I shook my head, trying to clear it.
"No, Mike, I'm fine. I just can't believe she did this either. Are you going to be okay? You should go lay down. I'll let you know when dinner is ready."
Like a patient following a doctors orders, he trudged upstairs to bed. I followed him to make sure he got in bed, and once his door was closed, I scurried off to my room and pulled off my pants. I laid down on my bed and went over that fantasy in my head, furiously fingering myself as I moaned his name quietly.
It hit me. I had to have him. I cared about him in a way his one night stands couldn't, and I made it my goal to get him to orgasm, even if it took me three hours. Hell, even if it took me all day. He'd never had an orgasm WITH a woman; I'm sure he always finished up himself while the woman went home. I wanted to be the one who got him to completion. I wanted to feel him spurting his cum into my pussy, wanted to scream his name as I came violently, flooding his cock with my juices. As I pictured him cumming deep in my pussy, I came so hard that it left a huge cum puddle on my bed, at least two feet from my pussy.
And so it began.
I cleaned myself up, and threw on a short skirt, with a top that I never wore because it let my tits almost fall out. I wore no underwear, no bra, and my nipples poked through the fabric of my top. I had to have him. It burned me fiercely, and I knew it wouldn't go away, no matter how many orgasms I brought myself to. I needed him in me. My brother.
I went downstairs and prepared dinner, texting him when it was done. He came down the stairs and into the kitchen to see me bent over pulling dinner out of the oven. My pussy lips must have been showing, because he pulled my skirt down as far as it would go, over my ass. As he did, his hand brushed my pussy, sending a jolt through me and flooding my pussy with wetness.
"Jesus, Nikki, I know you're trying to get comfortable, but maybe wear some underwear next time," he said as he hurried to sit at the table.
"Its hot in the kitchen with the oven on, but if it makes you uncomfortable to see a woman's vagina, I'll wear some panties next time you prude!"
He was red in the face and I was laughing. I set the food down on the table, bending over him so he could see my breasts nearly spilling out of my top. I caught him staring, and noticed a sizeable bulge in his pants. He was so enthralled by my breasts and I'm sure an image of my naked, shaved pussy, and didn't even notice that I saw him.
