My name is Michelle. I was the usual teenage brunette. As you have probably heard, some girls do not have quiet so high of a sex drive, but others have extremely high sex drives. I was one of those girls who was constantly horny; trying to find new ways to satisfy my needs.
I grew up in a family of three: My mother, my brother, and me. I am two years older than my brother is. Growing up, he was the usual pain in the ass. The main thing he did to me was pull pranks on me. For example, one day I found a pair of panties in my drawer with a tick spot of lotion in the middle. At first, it freaked me out until I knew it was fake.
Despite the imitation of semen, it still pissed me off that he would even think of a thing such as that. I told my mother numerous times, but the only thing she did to ever stop him was to say to him, “Don’t do that to your sister anymore, Jake.”
The fact that my mother never really did anything made me angrier because I knew I would have to take matters into my own hands. I tried to prank him back , but I was just not as proficient as he was.
Regardless of our constant fighting, he was my brother. Somewhere, although I am not exactly sure, in my heart I love him. We knew each other masturbated, we just had never actually seen each other in the act before.
One Saturday in November, we were home without anything to do. Our mother was out patrolling the streets as a cop. When I woke up, I went to the kitchen to grab some breakfast. I saw my brother in the living room watching some kind of cartoon.
I was 16 at the time, and my brother was 14. He was a freshman in high school, while I was a junior. Even though he was annoying and sometimes I could not stand him, I could tell that he was going through puberty; growing up.
I was 16 and in the latter years of my development. Ever since he began puberty, he has been drooling over me. He never realized how obvious it was. Every time I looked at him, he would quickly look away. I knew when he was staring at me.
I poured a bowl of cereal and went into the living room with Jake. I sat in the couch adjacent to the chair he was sitting in. We sat in the room for a while, not saying anything. Then, he went to his room and continued watching TV from there.
While I was putting my bowl in the dishwasher, Jake came down the hall and into the kitchen with his phone in his right hand.
“Is it alright if I go down the street to Rodger’s house?” asked Jake. I said yes as long as you are back before three, which was when mom would arrive. I knew that mom wanted him to wash her car that day.
Jake left through the front door and I did a mini celebration because I had the house to myself. I went down the hall to the bathroom and planned to take a shower. I stripped my clothes off and took a minute to look at myself in the mirror.
I kept telling myself how beautiful I looked with my athletic body and tight as. I posed in the mirror pretending to be a porn star, even though I never had any visions of being one. I admired the cleavage my c cup breasts made; look at my rounded ass.
I told myself, “that was enough playing,” and I turned the water on. I waited until the temperature was just right, then stepped in. I stood under the water for a minute, letting the water run through my hair and over my body.
Then, I shaved. I also shaved my pussy because I thought it made for a cleaner and sexier appeal. I washed my body and when I was finished, turned off the water and dried myself off with the towel.
I walked to my down the hall wrapped in my towel. When I entered my room, I took the towel off and once again looked at my body in the mirror. I used a blow dryer to dry my dark brown hair.
I moved to the dresser to get my clothes. While I was doing that, I heard a thud come from the closet. That little shit had played me for going to Rodger’s so he could peek at me from out of the closet door that was slightly cracked.
I was furious. I was about to go over there and show him hell. But, I had this dirty feeling come over me. I was going to drive him nuts.
I walked over to my bed and lied atop it. I spread my legs apart, and slowly began to caress my nipples. I slowly moved down to my pussy. I began to finger myself. I knew he was watching and I tried my hardest not to look at my closet door or he would know that I knew he was in there.
I took my right and continued to finger my pussy; I took my left and continued to caress my breasts. I was wondering how he was feeling seeing me masturbate. I did not know if he was in there wanking right now, or if her was in awe of this odd happenstance as it seemed.
I did not want to give it to him fully, so I faked an orgasm. I pretended to squirm, breathe heavily, and I let out a few apparent moans. In my opinion, I thought it worked pretty well. It seemed real if you were a bystander such as my brother.
I grabbed a tissue and acted like there was a mess to clean up. Now, it was time to get him. I walked to the closet with the discernable intention of getting something to wear out of the closet.
I opened the door and shouted, “What the fuck are you doing in here?!?! Get out.” He bolted and I snickered to myself.
When lunchtime approached, I was faced with a decision. I was either going to be mad at him for spying on me and pretend that I did not know he was there, or I was going to tell him that I knew he was there and granted his magnanimity by masturbating for him.
I decided that I was going to go through with the second of the choices. It was risky, but I now was beginning to feel somewhat sexually attracted towards my brother, which was something that I had never felt before.
I walked across the hall and knocked on his door. I was wondering if he was actually embarrassed that I caught him, or if her was happy with it. He answers. Before I even said anything, he said, “Sorry about hiding in your closet earlier.”
“It’s fine,” I said, “Just don’t do it again.” He agreed with my statement. I decided I was going to try something with him. My feelings for him were increasingly changing.
“Well, did you like what you saw?” I asked. He stared at me with a blank face. I repeated the question. He said, “I guess so.” Then, I walked into his room and closed the door.
He was puzzled about what I was getting at, but I could tell that he was also exited by my aspiration. I told him to take his clothes off. He looked at me with a funny glare and said, “This doesn’t make since! Earlier, you yelled at me for something and now you are encouraging me to do it?”
“Well, my thoughts have changed. Don’t for one-second act like you have not been waiting for this for a long time. We’re both teenagers, Jake. We’re both horny. So, do you want to do this or not?” I asked with a jarring voice.
He nodded his head. “So does that mean yes?” I asked. He again nodded his head. Okay, fine. Take off your clothes and I will likewise. He pulled his shirt off and then his pants and boxers. I could not believe it. He had what looked close to 5 inches of a hard cock, surrounded by pubic hair. My little brother was growing up.
We stood there staring at each other. I was caught in a daze, which I was taken out of by my brother saying, “Okay sis, now it’s your turn.” I still did not know why I wanted to do this in the first place. I just blamed it on my teenage hormones.
I took off my shirt and bra. He, once again, was drooling over my breasts that were neither to big nor to small. My nipples were hard and I could feel my pussy getting wet. I then took off my pants and panties. He stared at my breasts and my recently shaved pussy.
“Well, do you like it?” I asked. He did not reply. “Jake, are you listening?”
“Oh yeah, of course,” he replied. “Now what are we going to do”
“Well, I really haven’t thought that far ahead. I think it will be better in we masturbate in front of each other instead of touching each other to keep our sanity.”
He agreed and we both sat on the floor across from each other.
He took his hand and placed it over his hard cock. He began slowly stroking. I took my hand and began to finger myself. But this point, my pussy was wet and my clit was hard.
I watched him as he stroked his cock. Gradually, he increased his speed. Likewise, my fingers continued to move faster and it felt better. He jerked his cock more furiously now; his ball sack was bouncing.
I took my other hand, placed it on my breasts, and played with my hard nipples. I looked back at Jake, and I could see he was breathing harder. His chest was moving faster, he curled his toes, and out of nowhere, he took one loud, deep breath, and shot out onto his chest.
I watched in awe had he came. His face was cute as he shot cum onto his chest. It was a good 5 ropes and then some excess that didn’t go very far. When he was finished, he slowed his hand movements down, then looked back at me.
I smiled, then said, “I am pretty close.” He leaned backwards, supported himself by his hands, and watched me finish.
I felt the orgasm getting closer. I could feel it building up over my body. As I continued to finger myself, the squashing sounds made by my juices became louder. Then it hit me like a hammer hits a nail.
I lied on my back, bent my knees, and let out a single screamed. I had never in my life screamed while having and orgasm, but this one felt like no other. I felt juices coming out of my pussy. I was squirming and everything that happened was almost involuntary.
I lied there a while trying to catch my breath. Once I did, I sat up and laughed along with my brother. “I cannot believe we just did that; that was the greatest one I have ever had.” I exclaimed.