I read a story here today where a girl sometimes imagines she has an “Emo stepbrother”. It struck a note with me as I sometimes imagine I have, not a step brother, but a full brother. After thinking about my ‘brother’ fantasies, I’ve realised they come in two varieties only. One is where I am the younger sister or the other way around where he is 14 and I’m the older sister. The common core is that whichever fantasy I use, it always starts by one of us catching the other masturbating.
What happens from there depends hugely on where Miss Brain takes me at the time.
Scenario 1.
That little shit has been in my fucking room again! I always know because he can’t leave my stuff alone. My hair brush will be in a different place, or a drawer will be half open, but I’ve just noticed today that my hamper is open. The little cunt!
I storm into his room, I don’t knock and there he is, his jeans and shorts round his ankles and his cock in his hand. And wait....what the....he’s got my panties in his hand and is smelling them. The dirty little fucker. Mind, that’s an impressive cock for his age. He stands there trapped like a rabbit in the headlights. Me? I’m furious.
I snatch my undies from him and yell at him. “You fucking perv! How many times have I told you to stay out of my fucking room.” All the time I’m advancing on him until finally he falls backwards onto his bed. I climb onto him. As it happens, I’m not wearing panties today so I keep moving until I’m directly over his face. ”Well.....you want to smell my cunt....well then, smell it!” I wriggle a little and order him to keep jerking. I feel his nose on my cunt lips and I delight in making his face wet with my juices, but then, he sticks his tongue out and he is licking me. I hear him moan, “Oh, sis,” and the horniness builds inside me. I position myself just so his tongue alternates between my hole an my clit. “Fucking suck me.....lick me you little cunt.” I feel him grunt and something hits me high between my shoulder blades, and again, but lower, and still again, and I know he has cum on my back. In return, I cum into his mouth.
Sometimes, as a variation my mind has me fuck him. When I have my younger brother fantasy, it’s always somewhat nasty, there is no tenderness in it.
The other way round, however......
Scenario 2.
I’m somewhat in awe of my older brother. He’s 20, and has a girlfriend. Sometimes, I hear sighs and moans coming from his room and I know they’re doing it. Sometimes, even though I shouldn’t, I lie in bed and touch myself in time with their moans. Sometimes, I can make myself cum exactly when his girlfriend does. Then comes the day he announces he is leaving home to live with her. I’m devastated. I cry and cry and cry.
The night before he is going to move out there is a tap on my door. I look a wreck as I’ve been crying and sniffing all evening. “Can I come in?” He asks. “S’pose,” is all I can manage. He comes in and quickly scans the devastation that is my room. I suddenly realise it IS a bit of a mess, discarded clothes everywhere, and a fair number of used bras and an even bigger number of used panties little the floor.
He tells me it will be ok....they’ll visit often....he will be back and forth, after all, he works for dad and I will probably see him every day. I’m feeling mean and tell him, “Huh....IF you can tear yourself away from her pussy.” I deliver a first rate, spoiled bratty sis move and hurl myself onto my bed, my back towards him. I haven’t even realised that all I’m wearing is a long t shirt....and nothing else.
My brother climbs onto the bed behind me and puts his arm around me. It feels nice and comforting. Also, I realise, his hand is millimetres away from cupping my right boob. He snuggles me, and the thought pops into my head that this is what he does with HER. He moves slightly, and I feel him press against my bum. I also feel his hand complete its journey and is now holding my boob, his thumb slowly stroking my nipple which send sparks of electricity to my clit. And wait....what’s this? I feel something hard between my bum cheeks. He has a hard on!
I push backwards gently and soon we are in a soft rhythm. What makes it even more sexy is he is kissing my neck and as for me, I am so wet! I reach around behind myself and feel his thigh and pull him more firmly against me as I push back there isn’t any doubt now.
He stops, but I know what he’s going to do. There is some movement on the bed and when he comes back behind me, I know he is naked even before I feel him. We resume our snuggling except now, his cock is pushing between my legs and I’m riding it. My first ever cock. It feels glorious! But it isn’t quite right. Oh, true enough, my clit is having the time of her life, but I want more. I reach between my legs and I guide him towards my hole. “Are you sure?” he asks....but he does it by whispering in my ear.....fuck that’s sexy! I manage a, “Yes,” but it’s more of a squeak than a husky, sultry spoken desire.
He pushes and there is a sharp stab of pain. “There goes your cherry,” I think to myself. And oh....how it feels as he fills me is indescribable! I’m being fucked, for the first time in my life....and to make it all the more dirty....by my brother! I take his hand and guide it to my clit he makes me cum in seconds. Once, twice, three times. By now, I want every millimetre of him inside me. I’m looking over my shoulder at him, my free arm still wrapped round his muscular body. “Fuck me....Fuck me harder....harder.” I feel the exact moment when he tries to pull out but I make my body go with him. “I’m gonna cum,” he moans. “I know....do it inside me.”
I feel each pulsation, each twitch, and I feel something fill me in a different way. He cums so much it runs down his shaft and onto my thigh.
We lie there together. He mutters, “I’m so sorry....I didn’t mean....I just wanted to tell you it will be ok.”
Well, it certainly is now.
Back in the real world.
I hadn’t realised until I read that story today that incest masturbation actually takes up a significant portion of my mid-cycle masturbatory life. There is something about it, but I guess like most things forbidden it becomes the more desirable the more forbidden it is. I don’t have a brother in the real world, but I admit, I have masturbated thinking about my dad a couple of times. Again, that only happens on those one or two nights when I want/need something really dirty to get me off.
I had to masturbate over each of these scenarios after I wrote them (you won’t be surprised to hear). They do vary a little. Sometimes with the kid brother one, I am more forgiving and understanding. Sometimes, we even fuck. Sometimes, with the older brother one, his girlfriend is involved.
What we image or think about when we masturbate is, obviously, intensely personal, but I wonder, do other girls find it varies as you go through your cycle? What about guys? You don’t have a monthly cycle, but do you find there is a variance about what you fantasize over?
Yesterday, I happened to catch sight of a girl who attends the local fee paying college. It’s mandatory uniform up to the age of 18. She was crossing the road in her knee length kilt and immaculate white shirt. All I could think about was her panties under that kilt. Somehow, I just knew they would be white, and somehow, I just knew they would be damp. That single image of her stayed with me until I got home when I used it to masturbate over. No fantasy, no imagined role plays, just the image of her panties under that uniform.
You must be logged in to post wall comments or like a story. Please login or signup (free).