Author Note: This part has been edited and reworked. I liked this series but the story needed a bit of a revival so I have spiced it up and reworked it. If you've read it before, a reread is worth it as it's change a bit.
Disclaimer: All characters are over the age of 18. And this piece is a work of fiction.
Part 1
"Oooohhh! Johnny!"
I sighed heavily and yanked the pillow from my face.
"Oooh!"
It seemed like it was never going to end.
"Johnny!"
Tiffany Chambers was a regular in my brother's bed. A big titted bimbo who loved to ride any hog she could find. I had seen her leave more than one of the surrounding trailers in the early hours of the morning; more often than not, it was Johnny's that she stepped out of.
"Ahhh!"
I turned my head to glance at the cracked window of my trailer. It was the only source of cool breeze that could provide any relief from the stifling heat that had built up throughout the day. It was also the only thing that would shut Tiffany up so that I could get any form of sleep. It was either listen to Tiffany cum all over Johnny's cock or melt in my oven of a bedroom.
Listen it was.
I'd already stripped down to nothing. My PJ's and panties were in a pile on the floor, my covers were smushed into the corner against the wall. I had taken a quick, cold, shower to try and cool myself off but the heat of the room hadn't allowed the cooling effect to last long. I had hoped that I would fall asleep quickly but had found myself distracted before I could come even close.
Johnny had arrived back at his trailer just after eleven. He'd been alone at first, but twenty minutes later, Tiffany came knocking. I'd listen to their brief exchange with a frustrated sneer as Tiffany offered to suck his cock if he could provide some much-needed relief from the heat. The lucky ass had a working air conditioner in his trailer. To be fair, the air conditioner in the trailer I shared with Pa normally worked, and it would be fixed probably soon, it was just that Pa was working out some issues with the repair guy. But even with the doors and window shut, the air conditioner unit humming, it wasn't long before I heard Tiffany moaning and groaning.
Listening to my brother have sex wasn't even the worst part. Nor was the fact that I knew he was in a nice cool bedroom. It was the response from my body that annoyed me the most.
Johnny and I had grown up sharing a bedroom in the trailer with Pa. It was small and cramped. Our single beds sat on opposite sides of the room, leaving a small divide between us. We also had to share a wardrobe, meaning that growing up, I'd steal a lot of his shirts rather than buying my own. Not that he cared. But for 14 years he had been less than a metre from me. We had a close bond, and I knew that I came before any bimbo. He loved me and was there when I needed him--he was also there sometimes when I didn't want him to be. After he'd finished school, things had changed, and he ended up with his own trailer. The trailer was parked directly across from ours--I could see him in his room from mine if the curtain was pulled back--but I still felt lonely. Especially at night. And as Johnny no longer had to worry about sharing a room with me, his sex buddies started spending the night, and being so close I got to listen to every single girl he fucked. They would moan and cry out his name. Scream for more. I never heard much from Johnny; he wasn't very vocal expect for the occasional moan.
And from that my mind started to wonder. I had tried to consider why Johnny wasn't very vocal; maybe he was a quiet lover--that didn't seem right, I could hardly get him to shut up any other time, maybe he wasn't enjoying himself--the girls couldn't get enough of him but maybe they didn't put any effort in for him. It had been a few weeks after Johnny had gone that I found myself actively listening to him having sex rather than trying to drown it out. And then I discovered that my body started to react. My imagination went wild and when I closed my eyes--trying to fall asleep--I would find myself beneath Johnny; his lips on my skin, his hands locked with mine, his body pressed against mine. I would startle myself awake to find my legs wet with my arousal and a burning need to get myself off. The vibrator my best friend from school had given me--that I hid in the bottom draw of my wardrobe became very useful after that.
And ever since it had only gotten worse. My depraved mind would listen to Johnny's conquest and put me in their place. I would dream about my brother fucking me, groaning my name in my ear, leaving me a horny mess. Even as I laid in bed, trying desperately to ignore them and fall asleep, my pussy was hot and wet, begging for attention. Tiffany's cries of pleasure had me clenching my legs together. I had been trying to break the attraction I felt towards Johnny, after all, what kind of sick sister am I that dream about my brother. But it was a struggle with his endless line of sluts that couldn't shut the fuck up.
I threw my pillow across the room and sat up. I slid to the end of my bed and reached over to yank open the bottom draw of my closet. I dug through my underwear and pulled out the purple dildo. It was bigger than any real cock I'd ever felt, but according to Amy--my best friend who gave me the dildo--it was an average size. I clenched it in my hand and pulled my legs up to my chest. Just go to sleep, Penny! I looked down at the draw and dropped the dildo back into in.
"Johnnyyyy!"
I let out a growl and snatched the dildo back. I slid backwards on my bed and then rolled over so I was kneeling. I found it easy to get the dildo in deeper when I knelt on my bed. I gripped the base and moved the head to my folds. Tiffany's whimpers through the window made me clench my eyes shut. I wanted to tell her to shut it. The head of the dildo slid against the lips of my pussy easily, my centre was already hot and wet, ready for me to push the dildo inside. I slid it back and forth a few times before I moved my legs wider, opening myself up a little more. The dildo pressed into the lips and pushed through into my opening. I groaned into the pillow and let my head drop against the sheets.
Sometimes I would push the dildo in slowly, tease myself bit by bit. Working myself up before turning on the vibrations and pushing it in the whole length. But my body was so worked up, having listened to Tiffany and Johnny for so long. I pushed the five inches almost all the way in, groaning as it stretched me. It felt so good. I pulled it back out, my hips pulling up as I did. As I slid it back in I pressed the button on the bottom, making the length vibrate and sending shocks of pleasure through my legs.
I let out a small cry and pushed my face harder into the sheets to stop myself from being too loud. Pa was asleep at the other end of the trailer and the last thing I needed was him to barge in and get a face full of my pussy being stuffed with a dildo.
I increased the pace of the dildo, in and out, my hips went up and down. I found a decent rhythm and could feel my orgasm quickly building. It wouldn't take much more to send me over, I was so close.
Through the window, I heard Tiffany let out a squeal, but it was followed by a deep throaty, "Fuck!" Johnny's voice hit the right spot. I could suddenly feel his hands holding my hips, his fingers digging in and leaving bruises. I could feel his hard thighs slamming into mine with every thrust. His hot breath on my back. His cock twitching inside me. My pussy clenched around the dildo; my body trembled as wave after wave rushed through me. My legs slumped and I dropped onto my bed, the dildo still buried inside of me, buzzing.
I swallowed, trying to catch my breath as I turned my face and opened my eyes. I looked at the open window and no sound followed. They were finished, just as I had. I groaned and clenched my eyes. My body spasmed as small aftershocks trembled through me. I lifted my heavy arm to grab my dildo and turn it off before sliding it from my folds. I let it fall onto the sheets as I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling.
My body was satisfied. The burning need quelled for the moment. But I felt empty. Something was missing. But it was something I'd never be able to have.
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I stood in the small kitchen and glared at the empty fridge. I'd woken up to an empty trailer, an empty fridge and a note from Pa. It read: finished the cereal and the milk. Won't be back till late. Shipment arriving. I slammed the fridge door shut and crumpled up the note and snagged the money Pa had left with the note off the bench. It seemed a trip to the store was in my plans for the day.
I had woken up tired after a restless night sleep. I had showered away the remnants from the previous night, cleaned my dildo and stripped my bed. All I had wanted was to not think about my failure from the night before and enjoy my breakfast along with some cartoon reruns, but I had nothing to eat for breakfast. Now I had to choose between going to the store early or raid Johnny's fridge. Raiding Johnny's fridge would mean a possible run in with Tiffany--nothing like starting off the morning with a cat fight--but going to the store would mean contending with the morning rush.
It took twelve steps to reach Johnny's door from my own. I didn't knock, just let myself in. Johnny wasn't seen, so he had to still be in his bed. I went straight to the fridge and grinned at the site of milk. I pulled it out and dug through his cupboard to find his hidden stash of lucky charms. Johnny thought he could hide it from me, but he wasn't as smart as he liked to think he was. I pulled it out of the generic brand almond flakes box and poured myself a bowl before sitting on his couch and turning on his TV.
I was halfway through an episode of the Simpson's before Johnny's bedroom door opened. My spoon stopped halfway to my mouth when I took in Johnny's naked body--well, mostly naked--his boxers briefs did nothing to hide his cock. In fact, they hugged it so snuggly I knew it would be bigger than my dildo. I shook my head and shoved my spoon in my mouth.
"Mornin' lil' sis." He rubbed his eyes and let out a yawn.
"Hi," I said with a mouthful.
He snorted. "Charmin'." Johnny glanced at the counter and spotted the cereal box. His eyes widened. "How did you know?"
I smirked and swallowed. "I'm smarter than you."
He sighed. "Ain't that the truth." He walked across the space and sat beside me. He slung his arm behind my head and leaned his head towards my spoon, mouth open. I grinned and fed him a mouthful. "Need to find a new spot."
