The Greyhound glided over the interstate at roughly ten miles an hour over the limit. I was glad. It was spring break. Seventeen days of rest, relaxation and no worries about making grades or getting to work on time. The twelve hour ride passed slowly. I thought about where my friends were going for their break. Most college students relish the thought of going on spring break. Most have visions of going to South Padre Island, Miami Beach, Cancun, Mexico or any place warm. I, on the other hand, only envisioned two weeks of going home to the chill of early spring in southwestern Pennsylvania. I couldn't afford to go anywhere but home. I was putting myself through college working at a local convenience store. Mom did her best to help but I was basically on my own.
The rocking of the bus must have lulled me to sleep because I was jolted to consciousness from the rush of air as the driver set the brake. I focused my eyes to see the sign on the building telling me that I was home. My watch told me that we had arrived a half hour early. I waited for my bag to be unloaded from the belly of the bus. Inside the bag were nothing but dirty clothes. The only clean ones I had were on my back. The taxi ride took only fifteen minutes. I stepped through the front door to a rousing greeting from our dog, Peaches, a mutt I had brought home some eight years earlier. "I'm home!" I yelled as I closed the door. I rolled my bag to the kitchen where I found a note from mom.
Hi Jenni,
Sorry I couldn't be there to meet you but I had to go into work. I'll be home around 8 or so. Brad will be home from school about 3. Don't cook. I'm bringing home a pizza.
Love, Mom
I looked at my watch. It was 2:15. I turned and grabbed my bag and headed for my old room, hoping that mom hadn't changed it too radically since I left after Christmas break. I got to the top of the stairs and heard a familiar sound. The shower was running. I thought that since my brother wouldn't be home for forty-five minutes that it must be mom getting ready for work. I sat my bag in my room, delighted to see that nothing had changed in it, and headed for the bathroom to surprise mom. As I got near the door, I heard that the water wasn't running anymore. I waited outside the closed door until I heard the shower door open. I grasped the knob and threw open the door. "Surprise!!!"
Only it was me that was more surprised. My brother was standing on the rug right outside of the shower, glistening from the water. He reached for the towel over the shower door handle and threw it around himself. I stood in my tracks, shocked and awed at the same time. My eyes naturally lowered from his face to a region some three feet lower. His cock was soft but still thick and extended well below his balls. I stood there, still staring at the towel that now hid his organ. "Jenny!" he said. I shook off the erotic sight as I looked at his face again.
"What?" I asked as our eyes met again.
"Do you mind?" he said as he tried to gather the towel at his waist, failing miserably.
"Oh, sorry." I said as I backed out of the bathroom and returned to mine. I had never seen my brother naked. I never wanted to. He was my brother! I sat on the bed and looked down, thinking of what I had just seen. As I did this, I noticed that my nipples were hard. I realized then that I had become aroused seeing my own brother in the nude. I closed my eyes, trying to rid myself of the image of his amazing manhood and smooth, unblemished skin. I too was failing miserably. My mind wandered. I envisioned watching it getting hard. Imagining how big it would get at full erection. I also moved my hands over my breasts, squeezing them gently.
My mind was like a video, playing out a deep, dark, passionate love scene between Brad and myself. He had come to my room and closed the door. His strong hand released the towel, revealing his half-hard, dangling cock. It was much thicker than it was in the bathroom and had grown longer. My hands, still kneading my breasts, moved to my lap. I began to massage myself through my jeans as my lurid dream played out in my mind. Brad was now walking toward me. He grasped my shoulders and pressed me back on my bed. Our lips met in a sensuous, passionate kiss. He lay down beside me, still searching my mouth with his. That wonderful cock was now rock hard and pressing against my thigh. As I had in my dream, I lay back on my bed and drew my hand up from my overheated crotch and slid it down inside my jeans. My fingers slid past my trimmed hair and found my clit, now hardened from my lurid vision. I began rubbing myself as my mind wandered again to imagine Brad snaking his tongue around mine. I thought my hand was his, roughly rubbing my clit into a lather. My legs involuntarily spread to ease access to my most sensitive parts. Brad slowly moved himself up and over me, positioning himself between my outspread legs. His huge head was poised at my entrance. His eyes begged for me to say when. I smiled at him knowing by doing so, I would soon feel his cock pierce me. My fingers, acting as a double for his cock, slowly inched their way inside me. My mind saw Brad with his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling as much as I. "Oh, God, Brad!" I sighed as his cock bottomed out in me.
"Damn Jenni!" My fingers were buried to my palm in me. "Jenni?" "JENNI!" I heard Brad yelling from the other side of my door, snapping my fantasy, and me back into real life. I quickly pulled my fingers, wet with my fluids, from my pussy and wiped them on my pillow.
"Come on in, Brad." I said as I gathered myself. Brad opened the door. He stood there in a pair of cut-off jeans. "Brad, I'm sorry!" I said again, apologizing for barging in on him. "The note said that you would be home at 3 and I thought you were mom." I explained.
