I spent a lot of time over the next week in the back yard, working on my summer tan. I wore (by today’s standards), a modest bikini. Danny spent a lot of time in the back yard as well, Mom having given him a list of chores to keep his mind off all that lost pornography. He was mowing and trimming and weeding all day long. Of course, he didn’t seem to mind, especially when I was out there getting some sun. I worked hard to strike some really provocative poses as I sunned and Danny worked and from behind my sunglasses it was both amusing and arousing to watch Danny work with a constant enormous hard-on.
Of course, he was taking breaks constantly and I think it was more than my imagination that I thought I could sense movement at Danny’s window during these breaks. It made me wet just thinking about Danny stroking that big shaft of his while drooling over me. Eventually, I would get so turned on, I would have to retire to my room and have a little fantasy session myself.
Sometimes I would time it right and be coming into the house as Danny was coming back out. Danny always was sweaty and red-faced and grew redder as he watched me walking towards and by him. The third time this happened, I stopped in front of him, bringing my bikini clad body very close to his and placing my hand on his sweaty chest and asked him coyly, “Danny, what are you always doing up there in your room alone?” I had an evil, knowing smile on my face as I asked.
Danny tried to stammer some excuse and scuttle away, but I leaned into him, putting my hands on his shoulders and said, “Hey, baby brother, its okay. You don’t have to answer!” I stood there, my body leaning into for several long seconds. My body warm from the sun and his body warm from his exertions. It felt good. I looked into his eyes and he looked into mine, I could feel his chest beating wildly.
I kissed Danny on the cheek and walked on by him, dragging my breasts across his chest, letting him feel my hard, little nipples. I somehow managed not to break down and laugh until I was in the privacy of my own bedroom.
It was Friday before I discovered that Danny was stroking off in my panties. I was doing a load of laundry and as I started to drop a pair of my panties into the washer, I felt something wet and sticky on them. I stopped and looked closely at them and then laughed. “That little shit!” I crowed to myself. There was an impressive wad of jism coating the crotch of my panties. My little brother had been upstairs just an hour or so earlier while I had been sunning. Upon further inspection, I found stains in two more pair of my soiled panties. I knew that this was going to be easier than I thought, but teasing him a little more was going to be half the fun.
Saturday, I suggested to Mom that we go shopping. At the big mall, I steered us eventually into a fancy lingerie shop. Mom was amused, but allowed that maybe she could find something that might fire up Daddy. “Your father’s years are showing, Megan. It takes a little more to get him fired up these days,” she confided in me.
We both tried on several outfits, Mom finally selecting a sheer peignoir. I tried on some pretty daring things, but found a nice baby doll outfit that really showed off my legs and offered more than a hint of cleavage. The material was solid, nothing see-thru and I modeled it for Mom and asked. “Do you think this is alright for home? I mean, I don’t want to be inappropriate around Dad or Danny.”
Mom snorted in amusement. “I doubt Daddy would notice and — well, you could be covered neck to toe in granny flannels and your brother would pop a woody. He’s just at that age.”
I was caught off guard and just stared at my mother. Mom looked at my shocked expression and said, “You’ve been helping with laundry. You know he’s jerking off in your panties, don’t you?”
“Mom! I mean omigod!”
Mom laughed and replied, “It’s nothing new, Megan. He was masturbating in my panties until you came home. I expect he’ll go back to using mine once you’re off to school.”
“You don’t mind, Mom?” I asked, trying to digest this new revelation.
Mom sighed as she tried on another nightgown, this one a long, satin garment, with a plunging neckline. I had to admit, she looked good in it. If it didn’t get Dad charged up, she should probably check his pulse. “No, not really, Megan. Danny’s eighteen and terribly shy with girls. I reckon every boy his age jacks off every chance he gets. He’ll grow out of it.” Mom grinned and winked at me. “Besides, it’s kind of flattering when you think about it.”
Mom and I continued to shop, but that was the last mention of Danny’s sex life or lack of one. My mind was racing though and I wondered if Danny was a virgin. That had my pussy tingling and red hot and I fidgeted all the way home, anxious to finger myself to a wet orgasm. Not only did I ache to fuck my brother, now I desired to claim his virginity as mine.
Now I began to increase my efforts to get Danny worked up. The next few days, I teased him with my bikini during the day, rarely changing into anything else until Mom and Dad got home in the late afternoons. In the evenings, I began to monopolize his time. Dressing in my baby doll negligees, I would cajole him into playing some board game or watching a movie with me. He never turned me down and seemed so cute, trying to pay attention to whatever we were doing, but being distracted as he tried to surreptitiously tried to ogle me when ever he had a chance — and I made sure he had lots of chances.
By the middle of his second week of being grounded, Danny was turning into a massive, tormented giant sized hormone. I knew it was time to turn up the heat. Wednesday morning, I replaced my modest bikini with something I’d picked out with Danny in mind before I’d graduated.
I was careful to wait until Mom and Dad went to work before appearing downstairs in my new bikini. It was red in color, what little there was to it. It was comprised of three small triangles of cloth, the top portions barely large enough to cover my nipples and most of my aureoles. The bikini bottom molded itself to my pubic mound, clearly outline my lips and slit. It was cut so low, that my little pussy mustache peeked out.
I walked calmly into the kitchen where Danny was eating his cereal. I acted nonchalant, striding past him to open up the refrigerator to get some orange juice. Danny stopped eating, his spoon in mid air, dripping milk and corn flakes.
I struck a sexy pose and grinning, said, “So, you like, huh?”
Danny gulped for air and in a squeaky voice replied, “Does Mom and Dad know about that suit?”
“Who cares what they like, little brother? Do you like it?”
Danny just stared hungrily for a minute before he managed to say, “It’s a sexy suit, Meggie, but surely you can’t wear it at the beach.”
I laughed and winked. “I never planned to. This is just for us to enjoy around the house.”
Danny reddened and said, “What do you mean, ‘us,’ Megan?”
I sat the orange juice bottle down on the counter and then did a little pirouette, in front of my brother, showing him my practically naked ass, the thong string disappearing between my cheeks. “Now, Danny. I know I’ve been turning you on here lately. I know you’ve been jacking off into my panties while you watch me sunbathe, dreaming of us doing all sorts of nasty things. Do you deny it, little brother?”
Danny’s face turned so red, I thought he was going to have a stroke or something. He didn’t speak, but instead dropped his eyes and slowly shook his head in shame.
I walked over to him and used my index finger to raise his chin up so he could see my face. “It’s okay, Danny. I don’t mind, you know.” I stroked his cheek with my finger. Softly, I continued, “You turn me on too, little brother. Don’t worry. I’m not going to tell Mom and Dad.” I ran a hand down from my breast, across my flat stomach and brushed my fingers lightly across my barely covered mound. “I picked this out especially for you.”
Danny’s lip trembled and he lifted his hand up and for a second, I thought he was going to cup my breast. He lost his nerve though and stammered, “R-r-really, sis?”
I leaned down and kissed him gently on the lips. As he moaned, I replied, “Really. I love you, Danny!” I stood up and walked away. My own heart was beating madly. I knew without looking down that my bikini bottom had a rapidly spreading wet spot.
I headed towards the family room and the sliding doors that led out to the back room. I stopped and looking back, said, “I’m going on out to catch some rays, baby brother. If you want to go upstairs and make yourself comfortable, I’ve left you a little something to help you along.”