Sandy needed a vacation. Work and school were stressing her out, not to mention her patience with her boyfriends lack of potential to get his education and efforts, or lack there of to get a better, high paying job was wearing thin. Her twin brother, Kyle, had told her 4 years ago that he was a loser, but she just wouldn't listen. She began to remember when he came home from Marine boot camp and found out that they have been dating for 2 Months at the time. He was absolutely furious, for no guy was good enough for his sister, especially not Matt.
"As a guy Sandy, you may not think so, but I know whose best for you to date, and he is far from perfection. You don't know what he was like in high school, I do and I'm sure he hasn't changed," he ranted and raved.
"You are such a hypocrite, Kyle," I retorted, Kyle also had quite the reputation from high school. He was infamous for being the troublemaker that stole all the cheerleaders from the jocks. Not that he was far from being a jock himself. He was well built and in excellent shape and also had a rep for being an excellent fighter, which kept the jocks from seeking revenge after a couple of them learned things the hard way. This reputation was also very hard on me and my dating life. Guys were scared to ask me out, and the ones that were brave enough didn't last long because Kyle would threaten to hurt them if they hurt me. This would make me so mad and I would let my brother know.
He would simply respond, "Well Sandy, obviously they felt they were going to hurt you. I would honestly have no problem if they would actually stay loyal to you or if they weren't after one thing… your cherry."
He had a point. I, unlike all of my friends graduated from high school a virgin. A lot of my girlfriends first times were bad experiences so it really didn't bother me that much. Through the years as we grew, Kyle chilled out quite a bit, especially since he was away on some deployment or far off distant land. So after 8 Months with Matt I finally let him take my virginity. It was special, and sex is good with him, but I always wonder if I'm missing out being with only one guy in my lifetime.
Kyle was currently stationed in Naples, Italy. I called him up and he immediately picked up on the distress in my voice and asked what's wrong. I quickly told him about work, school, and Matt.
"I told you from the get-go he was a dead end street," He said.
"Yeah, yeah, blah, blah. Anyways, I need a vacation and was thinking about a visit." I had to change the subject before I received another lecture.
"Really! That would be great! When!" He was absolutely delighted.
We made arrangements for 2 weeks later. He requested leave and I booked a plane ticket. When I arrived my brother was easy to pick out of the crowd. With his short haircut and colossal size, he stood out compared to everyone else. My brother was only 5'10" but he just had this commanding presence that made him look even taller. I ran to him and threw my arms around him.
"Hey Handsome," I said.
"Hey Gorgeous," he replied.
"Yeah, Mom and Dad sure hit the jackpot when they created us," I replied. I must admit I am a fox. Although I wish my breasts were a little bigger, but they were perky and I could be worse off. As for my ass, 30 minutes a day on the stair climber keeps it tight and firm.
We grabbed my bags, got in the car and headed to my brothers' place. On the drive there, we set our plans for the week. My brother, being the organized type had it all figured out. Knowing that I love the beach, Kyle scheduled it every morning, except for the supposed overnighter in Rome. He said you can't tour Rome in just one day to get the full enjoyment of it all. Around that were Naples, Venice, Pisa, and Florence.
When we arrived at Kyle's place I felt bad for him. It was tiny, no bigger than a studio apartment, he had to share it with a roommate, and he had to share his bathroom with 2 other guys that were connected at the other end.
"Boy, you think they'd show a little more appreciation to you guys, it's like a real life brady bunch nightmare. Sharing the bathroom and everything else, where's the privacy?"
"Ah, it's not that big of a deal. If one of us has a girl over we just hang a string on the door and me or my roommate we'll crash in one of the other rooms. Although, we do have to schedule "jerk off time" between each others shifts." He said with a smile, and nonchalantly like it was no big deal to tell his sister such information.
Oh, but it was. I always thought Kyle was sexy, but hearing him say this made picture him actually performing the act, and this excited me. I wanted to hear more. I sat on his bed as he began to make room for my luggage.
"How often is that?" I asked with a smirk
He looked up at me as if now realizing what he had said. He stopped moving things around, returned the same smirk and said with a hint of suave arrogance, "Every chance I get." We laughed a little and then he continued, "No seriously, with our rotating security shifts I usually get a good two hours every other day to take care of myself"
"Two hours?! Wow, Matt usually is done within 20 minutes."
"Another shortfall…" He said un-amused. "Anyway, it's getting late. I made a deal with my roommate to take one of his shifts next week if he would find a place to crash all week. So we have the place to ourselves all week."
Well, the mention of Matt sure killed the mood, I thought to myself.
"Great, I'll get ready for bed," I grabbed a long t-shirt and went into the bathroom. As I changed I noticed how wet my panties were. My god, my own brother is turning me on like never before. I didn't know if it was from his appearance and our closeness, or from the fact that it's another man talking about sex. Well, it'll be an interesting week I guess.
As I returned to the room, Kyle asked if it was OK to share the bed. He said something about his roommate having issues about people in his bed.
"Sure, no problem, you can help keep me warm," I said with a perky smile.
I hopped into bed and watched my brother strip down to his boxers. There goes my pussy again. My eyes were glued to Kyle's crotch. Wow it looked tasty.
Kyle hopped into bed, turned off the light, kissed me on the cheek and told me how happy he was that I was visiting. We then fell asleep in each others arms.
I awoke the next morning to find us entangled in the spooning position. Kyle's hand was around my waist. I smiled happily knowing of the love we shared for each other… Wait a second… what's that… oh my god, he's hard and he's pressing it against my ass cheeks… Oh wow, it felt good resting there. I turned my head slightly and noticed my brother was still fast asleep. I then instinctively began to grind my hips into him. He began to moan and return the movements with his hips. This went on for what seemed like forever, and as the pace was beginning to pick up and as I was just about to get enough courage to reach around and grab his manhood. My brother jumped up and stood there looking like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. Actually the cookie was out of the jar.
As he realized his dick was hanging out of the hole in his boxers he covered himself and said,
"Sorry…. Morning wood." Then he turned quickly and went into the bathroom and shut the door.
"DAMN IT!" I thought. Whoa, wait a minute, what was I thinking. I sat there and tried to rationalize my actions. All I could come up with in my head was that I wanted my brother, I wanted that hard body, I wanted that cock, and I had one week to get it. Fuck Rome, fuck Venice, fuck Pisa, there's only one leaning tower I want to get my hands on.
I waited 20 minutes before Kyle came out. He was still embarrassed but tried to make light of it all. "Sorry I took so long in there, I had to do a handstand to take a piss."
I laughed with him and then pushed the issue. "You just jerked off didn't you? That's what took so long."
