“Like every day since I was twelve,” he said and blushed. I smiled. Well, I might as well give my fan club here what it wanted. I reached under my back and unhooked my bra. I slid it off myself and threw it on my brother’s floor. I saw his eyes glue themselves to my nipples. And I watched as his big cock pushed up the fabric of his boxer shorts. I didn’t really have a plan here; I was just sort of doing what my body wanted. I wanted to make him want me as badly as he had that night.
I put my finger to my lips and licked it lightly. Then I moved it down to my nipple, rubbing the tip very gently. My skin was taut from arousal and the cold and my finger felt electric on my tit. I put my finger back in my mouth and rubbed my other nipples. My hips moved slowly and seductively as I did this, rocking and moving but without any input from my brain. It just sort of happened. I watched my brother. He looked crazed, like he couldn’t control himself. I saw his hand move, he wanted to touch himself.
“Don’t touch yourself until I tell you to,” I said and he quickly moved his hand firmly against the arm rest on his chair. I lifted my hips off the bed, putting my feet flat on the mattress, thrusting my pussy up in the air. Then I slid my fingers into my panties and slowly moved them down. I had completely shaved my pubes that morning and I was bare and my skin glistened from my wetness. I could tell from the look on this face that my brother had stopped breathing.
After I kicked the panties off I slowly lowered myself down onto the bed. I ran my hand down over my breasts and against my stomach. My fingers ran across my clit and sent a shiver down my spine. Then they were enmeshed in the soft, hot, wet folds of my pussy lips. I moaned quietly (the parents were just downstairs) and spread my legs wide. I played with my pussy lips, opening them and touching them gently, letting Sammy get a good look. My fingers were dripping wet. When I slide them across my clit again my whole body felt warm. Then I took my wet fingers up to my mouth and plunged them in, tasting the salty sexiness of my cunt.
I opened my eyes and looked at my brother. His mouth was hanging open and his eyes were wide, but he made no sound. I could see a spot on his boxers where his pre-cum was soaking through his boxers. For some reason that turned me on even more, and I knew what I had to do.
I looked around the bed frantically, desperately searching for the right kind of item. Finally, my eyes rested on a tennis racket that my mother must have bought Sammy to try to keep him active. It was old, but it was still covered in cardboard because it had never been used. Most importantly, the handle of the racket was long, about two inches in width, and rounded at the bottom.
I tore off the cardboard and brought the black rubber handle up to my lips. I looked over at Sammy, stuck my tongue out and licked it. Then I popped the end of it into my mouth. It tasted bad (you know, like rubber), but I liked the way it made me feel. Naughty. I opened my mouth wider, letting the handle of the racket slide into my mouth. I used my tongue, swirling around and making sure the thing was wet. Farther and farther the handle pushed into my mouth until it was rubbing the back of my throat, my eyes were watering, and I gagged. When I gagged, my mouth filled with thick, wet spit. I took the racket out of my mouth and used my hand to cover the whole shaft of the racket in my spit.
I moved the racket down between my legs and placed it against my pussy. I moaned a little as I rubbed it around on my pussy lips, letting my juices mix with my spit. The end of the racket touched my clit briefly and I thought I was going to cry it felt so good. Finally, I put the end of the racket against my pussy and pushed. It was cool and hard and it made me breathe in deeply as the very tip of it thrust itself into my pussy. I groaned as I slowly worked the handle of the racket into my pussy. I twisted it, getting it wet, feeling it stretch me out. It wasn’t as big as my brother, but it felt good. I looked over at him and saw him, trance-like, staring between my legs.
I pushed the racket farther, feeling my pussy close around it. While I plunged the racket into myself, I spit in my other hand, getting my fingers wet, and then started to gently rub my clitoris. The feeling was incredible. The racket moving in and out of me while the absolute center of my pleasure zone was stimulated. And the whole time, my brother was watching me. That’s when I decided I was done torturing him.
“Come over here,” I moaned while I played with myself, “I want to see you while I fuck myself.” I said. He was off the chair like he was shot out of a cannon. In a micro-second he was standing in front of me, his dick poking through his boxers. I bit my lip while I looked at him, staring into those intelligent, beautiful eyes and just wanting him to want me.
“I love you sis,” he said in a husky tone and I almost came, I loved to hear him say that.
“I love you too Sammy,” I said, “take out that cock. I want you to jack off onto my face.” I said. I don’t know where that request came from. It had never been a fetish of mine, but something about fucking your brother makes you want to do kinky stuff I guess. He pulled his dick out of his boxers as fast as he could, wrapping his hand around his meaty member. But he didn’t start to stroke.
“Oh fuck yes!” I moaned, moving the racket faster inside of my body, “What’s wrong Sammy? Don’t you want to cover my face in your cum?” I asked and he looked weak.
“Yeah but…” he started.
“Oh God, fuck me!” I groaned, “honey I don’t have the time or inclination to get you to talk tell me what’s wrong.” I said, I knew I was nearing an orgasm. A very powerful one.
“I have masturbated since we had sex, I was trying to control my urges,” he said and that seemed silly to me, “But the problem is now, I am real backed up…”
“What does that mean,” I said in a whisper as the five or six wet inches of tennis racket handle plunged into my pussy.
“There is going to be a lot, like a ton of cum. Is that okay?” he asked sheepishly, but his cock was almost quivering. I looked at his balls, they were hanging low, they looked full and hot.