Another rainy afternoon. Sucks to be jobless. Sucks to be home alone. I lacked a daily routine, my only motivation to get out of bed these days was my brother Jacob. He knew how to put a smile on my face – even in a situation comparatively sad to Leo drowning in the ice cold water or Mufasa falling off the cliff. He was the kind of person that would be entitled "priceless" at the end of a Mastercard commercial. Just the best brother in the world. Without him, I would have suffered a bad depression.
It was time to prepare dinner. Jacob would be home soon and he enjoyed the smell of a hearty meal when he came through the doorsill. Some chicken, rice and vegetables soused with a cream sauce, simple but tasty.
While the vegetables are still in the pan and my brother's arrival seems to be a bit delayed, let me tell you some more about me. My name is Sarah and I am 21 years old, my "roommate" is five years older. We inherited a small two-story building in a peaceful neighborhood and my brother decided to share it for the time being. Two months ago I lost my job and since that day the only variety I experienced were different companies rejecting my applications. Except for this, every day looked alike the other.
Finally I heard the door lock. I quickly served dinner and waited for my brother to sit down next to me. We have never been the type of family that gave someone a salutatory kiss, so Jacob just sat down. He grinned at me.
"Why don't you put down your ominous face and tell me about your day at work?" my phrase sounded more like a command than a question.
"Why so pert?" he replied disappointed.
"It was quite fun" he continued right away, "Marie was talking bad about Mr. Brown with Carla and Sophie again."
Jacob's spoon resembled a shovel. He had to chew for a few seconds before he could go on.
"Unfortunately he was right around the corner. After he heard his name, he made it even worse for them. He waited there like two full minutes before Amanda came in and kindly reminded them that other people could hear their bullshit, too."
Jacob's smile became even wider when I started giggling.
"He unhurriedly said the three of them should follow him to his office. Damn, you should have seen those baffled faces."
"I can imagine. Serves them right."
They also used to bully my brother when he started working there, those bitches really were among people you regret to have met.
"Well," my brother continued "that was more or less also the reaction of the remaining coworkers around me."
We finished our meal and talked some more while washing the dishes. Afterward Jacob went upstairs to have a shower and I followed him to settle in front of the computer in my room. Since we usually don't close the doors when only the two of us are home, I was able to see my naked brother walking down the hallway to the bathroom. Well, at least I saw the reflection in the mirror on the wall I was facing. And it was only for a split second he walked by. But I have to admit that my pussy always became an itchy little beast in those situations, even though I tried not to look at him – or his dick.
I mean it's quite uncommon for us to see each other naked. Even if I said I tried not to look at him, I kinda still wanted to sneak a peak. Don't judge me, I'm a poor little thing when it comes to sexual experience. I only had three boyfriends and all of them had problems making me happy in bed.
When I heard the shower come on, my mind was stuck in sex thoughts. What was going on? I saw a limp dick and my brain was like: "Yay, let the river flow!" Usually I was able to blow away the cobwebs but since I didn't release myself for three days, I gave in and started to search for some porn. The amateur section was dull, in the end I ended up reading an erotic story. It was about a brother who tried to get into his sister's panties. My left hand moved under my shirt and started caressing my right nipple even though I was already horny as hell. It didn't take long until my heart was beating rapidly.
As the first sex scene was about to peak, I heard the shower door open. The sound made my arm emerge from under my shirt and my lower lip left the small gap between my incisors. I switched to another window on my computer and decided to read on after showering myself. That story was just too exciting! Eagerly I stripped down to my undies, undid my braid and turned around to go to the bathroom. When I entered the hallway, I bumped into my brother who rushed around the corner.
"Whoops," we said simultaneously.
Jacob desperately tried to keep hold of his towel, that was tied loosely around his waist, but it escaped his grip. Apparently his dick was in sight for me again, this time not just a reflection and more particularly not just a limp dick as before. It was not rock hard but it was somewhat swollen... did he just masturbate in the shower?
When he quickly picked up the towel and kept it in front of his manhood, he apologized for running into me and clothed his face in a bashful smile. While my brain still tried to digest the scene from a few seconds ago, I looked dumbfounded into my brother's eyes.
"Everything alright?" he asked carefully.
I realized how daft my look must have been and quickly said: "Yeah I'm sorry, just thought that I turned my ankle, but it's alright. False alarm."
With those words, I smiled vaguely and turned to go to the bathroom. I unsnapped my bra, pulled my thong down and stepped into the shower. While holding the shower head, waiting for the water to heat up, I told myself to come down. I leaned my arm against the wall and couldn't believe the tingling sensation my pussy unleashed. The picture of Jacob's cock didn't want to vanish, it was unambiguously in front of me. Dangling between his legs, it's purple head, no pubic hair around, his balls slightly wrinkled.
I caught myself holding the shower head with it's jet of water against my pussy and suddenly woke up to the fact that I got randy with his cock. My brother's cock! At once I got rid of the shower head, pinched my left nipple and swiftly rubbed my dripping pussy. It only took me a few moments before I got on my knees, experiencing a tremendous orgasm, that made me think I'd pass out any second. I gave in and bounced onto my right side. I slowly cringed every few seconds while my orgasm subsided – and believe me, that took longer than usual. I gradually regained the energy to stand up from my fetal position and finished my shower.
Propping my hands on the sink, I looked at myself in the mirror. Yes, now it was official: I was a freak! This was the first time I got off having thoughts about my brother's cock. I felt bad about it, but strangely enough my pussy still had some of that itchy feeling left. When I got back to my room with my hair wrapped into my towel, the rest of my body wasn't covered this time. That was the plan I worked out: Since the orgasm in the shower was so overwhelming, my brain needed some more illustrative material. So if Jacob can see more, I hopefully can see more for my part. I just had to figure out how I can
accidentally
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The next morning I slept late. I came downstairs in just my sleeping shirt and a thong.
"Hey there!" my brother said from across the room.
He was sitting on the couch in just his loose boxers, drinking coffee with his laptop on his lap. "Morning!" I replied sleepy, shambling over and slumping beside him.
I took his bowl and spoon from the table and poured some cereal and milk in it.
With an innocent look I asked him: "Whatcha doing today? Wanna chill outside by the pool?"
He looked up from his screen and nodded.
"I'm just gonna finish this paperwork, it's due tomorrow."
My subsequent pout dissolved to a smirk. "Okay you
plodder
!" I retorted. He giggled.
While he was typing on the keyboard, I drew up my knees and continued to spoon my cereals. Because I didn't have a spare hand to play with my cellphone, I pretended to watch his screen but really I tried to glimpse at his bare upper body and down to where I assumed his cock would rest. With my heels tucked up my ass, I could feel my pussy lips press firmly against the fabric of my thong. Blood was rushing into them, making them swell, allowing me to take my pulse just by concentrating on my pussy. I had to resist the urge to place my hand between my legs, pull the fabric aside and rub my clit with relish. Run a finger into my wet hole, just to moisten it and repeat it again with one more finger. And then two more. And with four fingers invading my pussy, I'd lift my ass up and flex each and every muscle in my body to finish off with a huge orgasm.
