Kendall woke up the next day to someone calling her name. She groaned, rolling over to bury her face in her pillow, not wanting to leave the cool, comfortable bed. Her parents would be gone again all day, and she’d planned to take advantage of that and sleep in. She was on summer vacation, damn it. She wanted to act like it.
“Kendall?” Now that she was awake, she identified the voice as Wesley’s. “Kendall, I have the pics up if you wanna see.”
Kendall’s eyes widened, memories of the previous day sending her pulse into overdrive. She sat up.
“Um,” she called to the door, looking around for clothes. “I’ll be there in a sec!”
Moments later, Kendall walked into her brother’s room, a loose, thin white tee on over a bright blue bikini. She’d pulled her black hair into a messy bun to deal with the heat. He looked up, then quickly looked away, blushing. Kendall smiled. She walked across the messy, dark room to stand behind him.
“Kay, show me,” she said. He nodded silently, clicking to de-minimize a window. Kendall’s smiling face filled the screen, and she bent over to look closer. “Wow,” she exhaled, leaning forward to scroll through the entire post. She felt her breast brush against Wesley, who squirmed. “These are amazing, Wes,” she said. And she meant it. They looked just as good as the professional shoot she’d done. She was surprised at how powerful she looked. She’d admittedly felt a little silly in the moment, but she couldn’t argue with the results.
“Kay!” she said, sitting up. “Thanks, Wes. I’m gonna go out back and sunbathe,” she announced.
She popped into her room to grab her phone. then went downstairs and out the patio doors. She stripped off the white tee as she approached the pool, tossing it aside to reveal her lithe, athletic body. She grabbed one of the two beach chairs and pulled it out from under the umbrella before sitting on it. She opened her phone’s browser and typed in the name of the forum. It took some time to figure out how to navigate it, but once she had, she quickly made her way to Wesley’s contest entry. She went through the pictures one at a time. They really were cool. The closer she looked, the more turned on she became. Not because it was her. Kendall wasn’t THAT vein. No, she was getting turned on by the knowledge that her brother had taken these. This is how her sweet, shy Wesley saw her. Confident. Powerful. Sexy.
As she scrolled one-handed, the other snaked downward, tracing feather-light touches over the valley of her chest, down her toned stomach, between her thighs. She shuddered as she traced the lips of her pussy through the bikini fabric. Her thighs squished together, then opened wider. Her breath caught as a picture popped into her head. Wesley, standing in the window of the upstairs bathroom which looked out to the backyard, watching her. There was no way to check without him potentially seeing.
She scrolled down to the comments.
“Holy shit!” one read. “What a knockout!”
“Jesus. More of her, please!”
“That smirk, sheesh!”
Kendall’s breathing sped up as she read, her fingers becoming more insistent. She’d never felt so desired, so lusted after. The guys she was used to treated her like an afterthought, like a means to an end. Just a pussy to get them off. But these guys……these guys were talking about her with reverence. Like she was a piece of fine art, meant to be cherished.
She couldn’t stand it anymore. With a whine of need, she pulled the bottoms of her bikini aside, plunging two fingers into her womanhood. She gasped, arching her back as the first wave of pleasure rolled over her.
“Oh…..FUCK yes,” She exhaled, her index and birdie fingers moving like a piston in and out of her wet pussy. As she masturbated, she imagined a group of guys standing around the backyard, watching. Chief among them was Wesley, his hand around his cock as he watched his big sister get herself off.
That did it. She stuffed a fist in her mouth to keep from screaming as the most intense orgasm she’d ever had washed over her. Her legs shook as she let out a long, throaty groan, coating the lawn chair in her feminine essence.
She lay there, panting, wondering what the hell she’d just done. She’d just gotten off at the idea of her brother watching her! Teasing was one thing, but this……this was getting out of hand. That settles it, she decided. She needed to get out of the house for a while.
Wesley sat on the couch in the living room flipping through the TV. But he wasn’t really paying attention. He couldn’t get this morning out of his mind. The way his heartbeat doubled when Kendall walked into his room in nothing but a bikini and a practically see-through shirt. The way her legs looked coming out of the bright blue bottoms. The way she’d smiled at him, like she knew the effect she was having on him. His cock strained as he remembered how it felt when her breast brushed his arm, the way her perfume smelled as she bent over him at his desk.
“Fuck,” he groaned, readjusting his package in his shorts. This was getting to be a real nuisance. His phone dinged. He sighed as he saw it was yet another post urging him to post more pictures of Kendall. God knows he wanted to, but if this was the drawback, was it worth it?
He practically jumped as the patio door slid open and shut again. Kendall passed without a word. Wesley sighed and went back to aimless channel surfing.
She came back downstairs a while later, and Wesley’s throat dried. Her makeup was done to perfection, all smoky eyes and glossy lips. She was wearing a beige halter top that left her stomach and shoulders exposed and black jeans that looked painted onto her ass. Her hair fell to the small of her back in shiny waves, like the night sky was a waterfall.
“Hey,” he said, his voice small.
“Hey,” she replied, with that knowing smirk again. “If mom and dad ask, I’m at Sam’s place, all right?”
He nodded. She nodded, too, then stood there like she was conflicted about something. Finally, she crossed to the front of the couch and leaned over. She pressed a long, tender kiss to his cheek. A wet smooching sound seemed to echo in the quiet living room as she broke it, but maybe that was just his imagination. She gave him one last confident smirk as she turned to leave. He wasn’t sure how long he sat there, trying to remember how to breathe. But finally, he stood and headed upstairs.
As if to rid himself of his sister’s horny phantom, he loaded up a porn site as he sat on his bed. He clicked on a random thumbnail that grabbed his attention, a cute blonde with bright blue eyes and an innocent smile. The exact opposite of Kendall. The video started and he pulled his cock out to get himself warmed up. But he froze as the video went on and he realized that it was a brother/sister incest video.
He sat frozen as he looked between his TV and the remote sitting well within arm’s reach. He watched as the blonde crawled into bed. It was shot POV style, so it felt very intimate. She smiled, giggling innocently as she pulled the lucky cameraman’s boxers aside, gasping as his already hard cock popped out the waistband. Her blue eyes widened as she took in the swollen bulbous head. The cameraman’s arm came around, stroking her face lovingly before gently guiding her mouth to his cock.
“Fuck,” Wesley moaned as he dropped the arm reaching for the remote. Soon, the sounds of a rough face fucking filled the room. “Yes,” Wesley breathed out as he slowly teased his cock. He couldn’t help it. He was imagining Kendall doing all these disgusting things, choking on his cock, strings of saliva connecting her beautiful mouth to his manhood. He imagined feeling her hair tickling his crotch as she went to town on him, showing him all the love and adoration in the world. Giving him that knowing smirk as she finished him off.
He groaned, his hips bucking. The girl in the video stared into the camera as she expertly sucked the cameraman’s cock. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. With one last thrust, he shot a rope of cum across the bed. He lay there, panting, wondering what in the world he’d just done.
Kendall moaned with reckless abandon as a thick cock slid into her. She’d called up a friend, told him she was horny. He’d leapt at the chance. He was tall, muscular, athletic. His cock was thick, and he knew how to use it. Just what she needed.
“Fuck, just like that,” she groaned, floating on the feeling of being stretched. He was going nice and slow, almost teasing in the way he slid into her sopping wet cunt.
She looked over her shoulder at him. He was smirking down at her like he was God’s gift to womankind. And she couldn’t deny he was skilled. He’d made her cum several times. But he didn’t have to be a self-aggrandizing douche about it.
Finally, he moaned and pulled his thick cock from her and shot a load onto her ass cheek. He collapsed, panting. She did, too. After a while, she heard him stand up and head to his bathroom. She looked up as he came back out, frowning. He’d gotten dressed.
“What the hell??” she called.
He looked over, gave her a shit-eating smirk. “What? I can’t hang around all night.”
“You could at least bring me something to clean up with, asshole!”
“Oh, please. You’re a big girl.”
Kendall hurled a pillow at him as he closed the door. She stood on shaky legs and made her way to the bathroom. She used a washcloth to carefully clean the cum up, then looked in the mirror. God, she looked like a whore. Her hair was a mess, her mascara running, her lip gloss messy. She used some makeup wipes in her purse, then packed up to leave. As she headed out, she noticed a large glob of cum on his sheet. She shrugged.
“You’re a big boy. Clean it yourself.”
She made her way back home. She stopped in front of Wesley’s door, pushing it open carefully. He sat in front of his computer, the blue light from the screen the only thing illuminating the otherwise pitch-black room. He turned as she stepped in.
“Oh, hey,” he said.
“Hey.”
“How was Sam’s?”
“Good,” she lied. She sat on the edge of his bed. “What’s that?” she nodded to his screen.
“Oh, it’s the forum for the photography contest.”
She nodded. “Any as good as ours?”
“I don’t think so,” he said. After a beat, he added, “Everyone loves you, by the way.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I think I might’ve gotten you a few stalkers.”
She laughed. “You know,” she said, “It was kinda fun.”
He swiveled around in his chair to face her. “Yeah?” She couldn’t see his face in the dark, but there was a hint of something in his voice. Maybe…..hope?
“Yeah.”
“So…..would you be open to doing more?”
She leaned back on the bed, letting the question hang.
“Yes, I would.”
“Okay,” he said, sounding relieved. “I’ll research some more costumes.”
“You do that,” she smiled as she stood. She was at his door when he called out.
“Kendall?”
She turned. “Yeah?”
“You look pretty tonight.”
She left the room, praying he couldn’t see how she’d blushed.
