My brother slowly pulled my panties away from his face and looked up at me and asked, “Are you sure about this? You want to watch me get off?”
“Yes!” I whispered urgently. “Now hurry up and do it before I change my mind.”
I watched his hips lift upward off of the bed as he slid his pants and underwear down to his knees. His cock was stiff and I was spellbound as if in a trance as I watched it bend down with his underwear and then spring back as the waistband released it. It slapped his abdomen with force as it sprang back.
He watched me staring at it and he flexed his muscles, making it bounce upward a few times. He laughed at my reaction. “Well?” he asked.
I didn’t understand what he meant at first but then I realized he wanted my opinion. “It’s very nice,” I told him softly. “I mean, I haven’t really, ummm, seen one like this before. I’ve only felt it through their pants.”
“You can touch me,” he said hoarsely. He swallowed and cleared his throat. This was affecting him as well as me. “Go ahead.”
I got down on my knees beside his bed. I gave it a good look. He was big, but I didn’t really have much to compare it to. It twitched again as I looked at it. I glanced over at his face and he smiled back at me. It was a fantastic thing, really. This thing…this man thing was stiff and engorged. It has veins along the side and a big reddish-pink helmet head on top. I couldn’t imagine how I was going to fit that thing inside of me.
Correction: Not inside of me! I mean, not his thing. Not my brother’s cock. Nope. That wasn’t going to happen. But in the back of my mind, I knew as wet and hot as my pussy still was that it would probably slide right in as deep as it would go.
I physically shook my head and said, “No.” I leaned back and looked at him. “You touch it. Stroke it. Pull it. Do whatever it is you do. Quickly before Mom comes up here and gets us for dinner.”
My brother reached down and wrapped his hand around his thick cock and squeezed it. I watched as the head swelled a bit and a small drop of moisture came out of the hole on top. “What’s that?” I whispered. “Did you just cum?”
I thought he might laugh at me, but he thoughtfully answered my question. “No. That’s pre-cum. It’s slick. It’s supposed to help when we have sex, so I slide into you easier.”
“You mean when you have sex with a girl,” I told him. “WE are not going to have sex. Besides, I don’t think I can fit that thing inside of me.”
That filled him with pride, me telling him his cock was huge. He began stroking it. He wrapped his thumb and index finger around it and began sliding it up and down. I just kept watching that cock. It just seemed to get harder and thicker as he stroked it.
After about thirty seconds of this, another movement caught my eye and I watched him slowly move the panties up to his face. He took a deep breath in, savoring the smell.
“Oh wow!” he whispered, “this is amazing. I love the smell. Did you just cum in these?”
“Yeah,” I moaned softly. I don’t even think I realized I had told him that. I was in a trance watching the droplets oozing from the tip of his cock. After I said that though, his hand began going faster and faster.
“Oh, yeah!” he groaned softly. His hand began to be a blur. He was really doing it. He was going to cum! I was watching my brother jack off and he was about to spurt.
Unconsciously, my hand had gone down to my pussy and I was gently rubbing myself.
“Are you about to cum?” I asked him.
“Yes,” he whispered urgently.
“Do it!’ I urged him. “Cum for me! Shoot that stuff out for me.”
Suddenly his hand froze and a rope of white cream shot out from his cock. I watched it all as if in slow motion. It flew a few inches upward and landed on his belly, just above his pubic hair. His hand stroked again and another spurt shot out, this one going a bit further. He slammed his head back hard against his pillow as the next few spurts shot out, these just oozing out really and coating his hand and cock.
I could smell the scent of it as his hand held his cock but stopped stroking. His hips would flex a few times as it slowly wore off.
“Wow!” we both said at the same time and then laughed.
“That was incredible!” I whispered back.
He took my panties away from his face and smiled weakly at me. “Thanks.”
I watched mesmerized as he slowly wiped his cum from his stomach and hands with my panties. When he wrapped them around his cock to clean it, his whole body shook again with a shudder. “Still sensitive,” he whispered.
I stood up and looked down at him. “Well,” I said and paused. “Thank you. That was a learning experience.” I turned to go.
“Wait!” he said with urgency. I turned to look at him. “Can we do this again?” He asked with a pleading look.
“I don’t think so,” I said with a smile. “But this was incredible. Thank you for showing me.”
He held out my cum-covered panties to me. I shook my head.
“Just keep them for the week,” I told him. “I don’t want you using Mom’s panties and getting into trouble. If Dad found out, he’d kick your ass.”
“Okay,” he said. “I won’t.”
I walked over to him. “Seriously,” I told him. “You can’t do this. Using Mom’s panties is just wrong. It could cause a lot of problems that we don’t need. If you need new ones, I’ll give you mine.”
He looked up at me in disbelief and said, “Really? You’re going to let me use your panties to jack off with?”
“Look,” I replied. “Yes, I’m your sister and I love you. If I have to help you with your perverted hormones to keep you from trouble, I will.”
I watched him put my soaked panties back on his deflating cock as I left the room and closed his door.
Later, we ate dinner with Mom as if nothing had happened. We watched TV for a bit and then Mom made him go study for his semester finals. It reminded me that I was so glad I was done with mine.
Mom and I watched a few shows and then I went up to my room. I changed into my pajamas. Well, just an oversized t-shirt and panties, but it was what I slept in. I was brushing my hair and listening to the radio when I heard a light tapping on my door.
“Come in,” I said, but not too loud. I had an idea of who it would be.
My brother opened the door and stepped inside. He closed the door quietly and stood there. There was a questioning look on his face, almost pleading. My eyes dropped down to his boxers where his cock was making a giant tent.
I looked back at him and met his eyes. “Okay, once more. But then that’s it.” I told him firmly.
As he slid his boxers down revealing that thick cock, I knew in my mind that this wouldn’t be the end.
He started stroking his cock right in front of me. I turned in my chair but continued to absent-mindedly brush my hair. My eyes were focused on his thick cock and the reddish-pink head as his hand stroked back and forth.
“You don’t have my panties,” I observed. “Is it going to work?”
“I don’t need them if you’re going to be watching me,” he said with a slight grin.
That stunned me. I thought that it was the panties that turned him on. I had a lot to learn about men and their desires.
“You mean…” I began, “You mean you’re turned on by…ME?”
“Well, yeah!” He said proudly. “Sis, you’re so beautiful. I’ve been thinking about this afternoon all evening.”
I had stopped brushing my hair and was just frozen in place. This was getting too weird.
“Mark, you can’t be getting turned on by me,” I told him. “First, I’m your sister and you shouldn’t even be thinking of me that way. Second, I’m not even sexy at all so that shouldn’t be doing it.”
“Then explain why I’m like this,” he said as he moved a few feet closer to me. His cock seemed to grow larger as he moved closer to me. A drop of pre-cum oozed out and began to drip onto my floor.
“Watch out!” I whispered urgently. “You’re about to drip onto the carpet!”
He just grinned and kept on stroking away. I watched the droplet as it grew and began to break away from the tip of his cock. If he wasn’t going to do something, I was going to have to do it.
I reached over quickly, putting my hand underneath his cock. I could feel the heat coming from him as he gave his cock a really hard squeeze. The drop fell into the palm of my hand. I pulled my hand away from him as if I’d put it on a hot stove.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he moaned. “Let me cum in your hand!”
I stared at the single drop in my hand. It had landed in the center of my palm and I found myself moving my other hand toward it. I was in a daze as I touched the tip of my index finger to it. I moved it around. It was slick. I understood now how that would help us have sex. His cock was so huge and thick that I would need to coat his whole shaft with this for it to fit inside of me. My mind wandered to a picture of me lying on my back on the bed while he moved above me, his cock about to slide inside my pussy.
“Let me cum in your hand!” He said urgently. That woke me up from my trance.
“What? No!” I whispered back at him. “You’re not doing that!”
“I’m going to cum, Sis!” He said quickly. “I’m about to cum right now!”
I looked frantically around for something. A towel, tissue, something! I looked over at him and his hips were pumping toward me. It was too late.
“Okay!” I hissed at him. “Just do it!” I cupped my hands underneath his cock. He pumped away faster and faster. In the split second before his hand froze on his cock I flashed back to earlier and I remembered the strength of it as it shot out of him. I knew I wouldn’t be able to catch it in my hands.
“No!” I almost shouted. “Wait!”
It was too late. A string of white cum about four inches long spurted from his cock and landed on my left arm just above my wrist. I could feel how hot it was. I instinctively put my palm up to stop the next spurt and it splatted into my hand. I had to use my other hand to catch it from dripping onto the carpet. The next spurt actually hit me in the chest!
“Yeah!” he moaned. “That is so hot!” He continued stroking in short pumps, his hips pounding into the air between us violently.
I was covered in his cum! The last few strokes produced just a bit and I was able to catch this in my cupped hands.
I looked up at my brother with a mixed look of disgust and amazement on my face. His face held satisfied relief and a bit of amusement.
“I’m so sorry, Sis,” he said with sincerity. “I just couldn’t hold back.”
“Yeah, whatever!” I whispered angrily. “Now get out so I can clean up. Your cum is all over me!”
He pulled on his boxers and left the room. I sat there for a few seconds wondering what the hell I was going to do. The cum in my hand was sliding around and about to fall off of my hand. I guess my reaction was instinctive. Some hidden trait from deep inside of me?
I licked it up. I actually put my hand to my mouth and licked up my brother’s cum juices from my hand. The taste was, well, nothing really. I don’t know what I was expecting from it. I guess it was a bit salty like sweat would taste. It wasn’t bad, though. In fact, I was getting a bit turned on by the whole idea of what I was doing. I was licking up my brother’s cum that he had just jacked off onto me!
I sat there like a kitten licking up spilled milk. I brought my arm around and licked it where it had landed there. I even pulled my shirt off and sucked the cum from where it landed on my chest. I was licking my hands and wrist when I caught movement in the corner of my eye.
I looked over to the wall and caught myself in the reflection in my full-length mirror. I was topless now and licking my hands and arm with my tongue. Oh, wow! I thought to myself. You’re a slut. I’m a cum slut.
I felt my nipples harden and I turned until I was facing the mirror. I took the last droplet of cum I could find and rubbed it onto my left nipple. I was so nasty!
In seconds I was lifting my hips and sliding my panties off. Totally nude, I sat in front of my mirror and masturbated. It was so sexy seeing myself in a new way. I watched my own fingers spread my pussy lips until I could see the wetness inside. For the first time, I really saw my clit and how aroused it was.
I thought back to what my brother had just done. I thought about how he’d really like to see me right now. I just knew he would jack himself off again looking at this view!
That was all it took. A few rubs against my clit and I came hard. I could see my pussy clench and release as my orgasm took over my body. It was incredible. I pulled my cum-stained shirt back on and slowly crawled up into the bed. I slept the contented sleep of the sexually satisfied.
The next few days were a blur of holiday activity. Dad was able to call home on Christmas Eve so that made Mom both happy and sad since she missed him. Mark hadn’t come to me for his sexual needs for three days. I chalked it up to just being busy with the holidays.
The day after Christmas, Mom went shopping to return some gifts and we were alone in the house. I puttered around, cleaning up a bit and just being lazy. Mark must be sleeping late as he didn’t come out of his room. Finally, I just decided to be lazy and pamper myself.
I took a long, hot, relaxing bath in the tub. I even used scented candles and brought the radio into the bathroom. I shaved my legs and I think they’d never been smoother. I was rubbing lotion on my legs and looked into the bathroom mirror and caught the reflection of my naked body.
Mesmerized, I squirted a bit of lotion onto my fingers. I watched myself in the mirror as I slowly rubbed the lotion onto my breasts. My nipples were screaming for attention so I put a bit of lotion on them and then twisted and pulled on them.
I thought of Mark. I thought of how he had held his thick cock in front of me and shot his cum all over me. I wondered why he hadn’t come back to me for more. Suddenly, I had to know.
I grabbed my robe and left the bathroom and turned down the hall to his room. I opened his door without knocking. He was, just as I had predicted, just sleeping the day away. He was sleeping in only his boxers as we lived in Houston, where Christmas was usually warm.
He looked up at me and smiled. “Morning,” he mumbled.
“It’s been a few days,” I said with a knowing smile. “You haven’t raided Mom’s panties again, have you?”
“Nope,” he said with a grin, reaching under the sheet. “I still have the pair you gave me. It’s been all I needed lately.” He pulled out a pair of my panties to show me.
“You’ve already done it today?” I asked him incredulously. The boy is a sex machine!
“Yeah,” he responded, a little embarrassed.
“How often do you have to do that in a day?” I asked him.
“It’s not that I have to,” he responded. “It’s that I want to do it. But to answer your question, usually about five times.”
“Oh my gosh!” I said. “How do you even function if you need relief that much?”
“Well, I get by,” he said with a grin. “But it’s better to get by with a little help from my friends…or family.”
It had been three days. Three days since I watched him and then let him cum on me.
“Do you need to do it again?” I asked. “I mean, is it time already?”
He pushed the sheet down and said, “You tell me.”
His cock was making another tent in his boxers. It seemed larger than before.
I licked my lips and felt a tingle between my legs.
“Well,” I began, “if you need to do it…I’m here to help you. As long as this keeps you out of Mom’s panty drawer.”
“Can I cum in your hands again?” He asked as he slid around to stand up.
I looked over at him and said, “Yeah, that was the plan last time and you came all over my shirt.”
“I didn’t really mean to do that, you know,” he said with sincerity in his voice. “I just never know how powerful it’s going to…
