My Brother & I: The Next Step

In my last story, I wrote about catching my brother masturbating which led to me watching him. The next day must have been a weekend because our parents were home. I showered when I woke up, noticing as I passed Michael's room that his door was open which meant he was already awake and downstairs. When I got downstairs, he was sitting at the breakfast table while our mom was making breakfast in the kitchen. Looking at him was like looking at a completely different person, he wasn't the same as before. I started to feel awkward the longer we sat there, especially with our mom right there. I felt like she knew, that she could tell that something happened. "Are you feeling alright, Alicia?" She asked. Shit. "Yeah, I'm fine. I think I'm just still recovering from being so sick." I lied. "Alright, well make sure if you start feeling ill again that we get you back to the doctor." She instructed. "Yes, mama." I replied. "Breakfast is served." Mom said, setting down our plates for us. The rest of the afternoon was uneventful, Michael and mom watched some documentary while I read and dad worked from home. My parents decided that they were going to go out to dinner and a movie. They left us some money to order a pizza and were on their way. This left just Michael and me sitting in the living room, history channel playing in the background, and me pretending to read my book. The atmosphere was so uncomfortable, and while I was feeling awkward about what had happened, I was also still really turned on by the thought of it. I kept sneaking glances at Michael as I continued to attempt to read. Finally, being the type of guy he is, Michael broke the awkward silence and asked if I wanted to go ahead and order the pizza. After he called and ordered the pizza, we changed the tv to a music channel and talked like usual as if nothing had happened. The pizza arrived and we ate and watched some Christmas specials on tv. We switched the tv back to another music channel. It was about 8pm and we still hadn't turned any lights in the room on, so we were just sitting there with the light of the tv playing. I could tell that the atmosphere was getting a little awkward again. I caught Michael staring at my body as I sat there, he blushed and looked away. But then he did something I never expected, he made the next move. "Um, I might be completely out of line here but I, uh, shit..." he was trembling a bit. I reached out and rested my hand on his knee. "Hey, it's okay, I want to know." "I was wondering if you would want to do like last night but um, maybe you do it too?" He asked. I was shocked. Obviously he was turned on too since the events of the previous night went down the way that they did, but I never in a million years though that he would pursue anything more from it. Again, I was conflicted. I was totally into the idea but at the same time I was very scared and felt like I would be embarrassed. Especially since I just had my first real orgasm less than 24 hours before this. But I knew I couldn't let an opportunity like this pass, so I bravely agreed. "You're sure you are okay with it? I don't want you to feel like I'm making you." He said. It made me feel more comfortable already knowing that he was concerned about me and wanted to make sure I was comfortable with everything. I shook my head, "I promise" I whispered, gently squeezing my hand on his knee. I looked at his lap and saw that he was already getting hard under his sweat pants. "Do you wanna do it right now?" He asked, his voice deeper and huskier than I'd ever noticed it being before. I nodded my head yes, and asked, "Right here?" "Why not? No one else is here." I waited for him to take the lead, which he noticed and pulled his shirt off. I was burning inside with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. I reached for the bottom of my pajama shirt, my hands shaking. Michael had seen me in a bikini top or bra plenty of times before but this time was different. Before, he couldn't look. This time, I was taking my shirt off so that he could look. My heart was pounding out of my chest as I lifted my shirt up. I expected him to take off his pants next, but he didn't. He was staring right at my breasts, practically googly eyed over them, even though at the time I was only around a B cup. "Please take it off." He basically pleaded, biting his lip. God, it was so sexy when he did that. I reached around and unclasped my bra and let it fall to the floor. Michael moved his hand down to his dick and gave it a fondle or two over his sweat pants. After doing so, I could see a prominent stain from his pre-cum. He reached for his waistband and shocked me by pulling down his pants and underwear at the same time. I unintentionally gasped as his dick sprang up. "I figured you've already seen it, so what the hell." He smirked, clearly enjoying me taking in the sight. I followed his suit, pulling off my pants and underwear in one swift motion. Michael's eyes darted straight for my pussy. I kept it neatly trimmed and shaped but didn't have it entirely shaved. "I've never seen a hairy one in person." He told me. I felt self-conscious for a moment. "Do you like it?" I asked. "Hell yeah, it's great Alicia." He said, licking his lips and letting his hand wander to his stiff cock. He started out slowly, waiting for me to get started. I sat back onto the couch and closed my eyes. I slowly slid a finger into myself, and I was surprised to find how wet I already was. I almost immediately inserted a second finger. You could hear the soft squishing as I continued to finger myself. I watched Michael as he continued to stroke his cock with one hand and play with his balls with the other. I brought my free hand to my nipple. As we kept going, I spread my legs open wide to give him the best view possible. We adjusted our positions a few times and by the time we were close to cumming, we were practically intertwined on the couch, legs touching, arms bumping, and sweaty bodies brushing against one another. I felt his whole body start to tense up and I knew what that meant. I watched intently as four or fives jets of cum shot out of his dick, landing on both him and me. I had never dealt with cum before this and I was surprised at how warm it was. As I felt its warmth on my body, I knew I was ready too. I fingered myself harder than I had ever done before. I was whimpering and moaning as I felt a pleasure like I had never experienced before come over me. I let out an almost scream as I came, shaking and contracting like never before. If I thought my orgasm from the night before was good, this one was about 500 times better. As I came down, I looked at Michael, who was just looking at me like a kid in a candy store. "So, same time tomorrow?" He asked, winking at me. "Shut up!" I giggled. "Let's get this place cleaned up." He said. We cleaned ourselves up and straightened up the living room. Our parents got home and were none the wiser that anything had happened while they were away. The next time, I will tell about another new level of our relationship.