Carly had just had her 14th birthday and she was horny. She was suddenly very conscious of her appearance and of course being accepted not only by her friends, but also her brother as well. As a result, whenever she heard her brother was having friends over, she made a point of wearing something “special” for them. As time went on, this became almost an obsession. But then another situation took place, to further demonstrate what she was interested in . . . first hand.
She decided to really give her brother something to look at. Mike was in the den watching a basketball game and she slipped away telling him that she wanted to put in a load of wash. Carly went upstairs and taking a few minutes to get up her nerve, she went back down to the laundry room which was right off the den. She knew that anyone standing in front of the washer was visible from knee level to neck level in the big mirror over the mantle in the den. All she had to do was leave the laundry room door open and then hopefully get her brother’s attention.
She laid a small armload of laundry down on top of the washer and then
slipped her tee shirt over my head. She fluffed up her hair in a way
that she thought made me look older and sexier and then decided to go for it. Carly dropped an unopened box of laundry detergent and gave a little squeal
as it hit the floor. Mike responded immediately by asking if she was all right.
"Sure, Mike, I just dropped the detergent," she responded but she knew without looking that he had glanced toward the direction of her voice and that he couldn't help seeing her standing there in her bra. She hoped that the view was enough to keep his attention while she went ahead with the rest of her plan. Facing the
way that would give Mike the best view of her chest, she reached behind her and unfastened her bra.
Sliding the straps off her shoulders, she tossed the bra into the washer and reached down to unfasten her jeans. She was hoping that Mike would assume she wanted to wash her favorite outfit and that he was getting a peek of her bare titties . . . completely by accident.
She closed her eyes and leaned her head back a little while she unzipped her
jeans and then wiggled her hips as she slid the snug jeans down her thighs. She knew if Mike was watching her show, he was probably also rubbing his crotch and squirming in the recliner he was sitting in. She tossed the jeans into the washer with the bra and tee shirt and reached for the elastic band of her panties. She slid them slowly down her thighs as well, but when she got them to her knees, she swiveled her hips so that her tight little ass was to the mirror when she reached down to pick them up. She held that pose longer than necessary, knowing that it would give her brother an awesome view of both her tight little pussy and her ass.
She puttered around in the laundry room for a few more minutes before wrapping herself in a clean towel from the pile on the laundry table and walking back into the den.
"Mike, do you have anything you want washed?" she asked innocently as her brother hurriedly covered his crotch with a magazine. He mumbled something that she paid no attention to and started up the stairs to start part two of her exhibition. Her mom had bought her a new short nightie a few weeks before. Having tried it on a few days earlier, she remembered you could plainly see the dark circles of her nipples through the thin fabric.
She went up to her room, slipped into the nightie that came to just below her ass and took a look in the mirror. Sure enough, she could clearly see the outline of her nipples and the intersection between her legs. She never slept in panties and wasn't about to start that night. She walked back downstairs, making a little noise at the top of the stairs so that Mike would know she was coming.
She smiled at him from the top of the stairs and, although his expression never
changed, she could tell from the way he tensed his body, that he was seeing exactly what she wanted him to. She averted her eyes from Mike but she could see in her peripheral vision that he never took his eyes off her all the way to the bottom of the stairs.
"If you're going to watch basketball . . . I guess I'll just read," she said to
him as she walked all the way across the den to one of the bookshelves
that flanked the wide screen monitor. She purposely chose a book that was on
one of the lower shelves so that when she bent down to retrieve it, Mike would get a closer look at her ass. She could feel the lacy trim of the hemline slip up over the curve of her cheeks as she bent over and knew Mike wouldn't have missed it.
She walked back over to the sofa, sat down at an angle so that Mike
would have a good view of her next move and lifted one leg to tuck it
underneath her. She could feel her pussy open up as she spread her legs and
she heard Mike's swift intake of breath as he got his first glimpse of her bare pussy. She opened her book and began pretending to read although her
heart was beating so fast she couldn’t concentrate.
She let her long hair fall forward a little to cover her glances his way. She wanted to watch his reaction without letting him know that's what she was doing. Carly noticed immediately that one of his hands was underneath the magazine that covered his lap and that it was moving slowly back and forth. He was obviously jerking himself off . . . right there in front of her! Her plan had obviously worked and she grew even more excited by that fact and what might be happening next.
She reacted by sliding her hips a little further down in the soft couch cushions as if she was simply relaxing her body. She lowered one foot to the floor and stretched the other out straight on the sofa. The result was that Mike had a perfect line of sight to her throbbing pussy and she had brought the book up a little higher to
cover her observation of him.
She watched him squirm and wiggle in his chair until she couldn't stand it any longer. Straightening up on the sofa she said, "Mike, my calves are really tight from gym this morning. Do you think you could massage them for me?" Mike was very athletic himself and she had massaged his calves, thighs and back muscles many times after he had finished track practice.
It would have been more awkward for him to refuse than to acquiesce. She noticed that he hunched forward just a little when he walked from the recliner to the chair and that he carried the magazine low over his crotch until he sat down. She slipped further down on the sofa and lifted one of her legs into her brother’s lap and pulled the hem of her nightie down at the same time. After all, she wanted him to think her exhibitionism was unconscious, not something she had planned.
Mike started working the long muscles of her calf and she sighed deeply and leaned back and closed her eyes. Although every inch of her was tingling with arousal, she wanted Mike to think that she was so relaxed with his touch that she had dozed off. In a few minutes, as her breathing became more even and she really was relaxing, she noticed that her brother’s strokes were moving further up her leg.
His fingertips were pulling and kneading the muscles of her calf but he had also begun to ease his hands up her thigh, especially the tender skin of her inner thigh. With each movement, he was easing closer and closer to her damp and excited pussy and she knew exactly what he would find there. She could feel the wetness seeping out of her and the crease of her ass was already damp. She knew she would be leaving a wet spot on the sofa regardless of what happened next.
She stretched a little as though she were sleeping . . . with the result being that her legs were further open and more accessible to Mike's curious fingers. He had jumped a little bit when she first moved, probably thinking she was waking up, but as soon as he thought she was dozing again, his fingers continued their upward movement. His hand was so close to her pussy that she could feel the tickle of his fingers touching where she had recently shaved that morning. Mike was moving his right hand between her legs while his left was laying perfectly still on top of her thigh.
As he became bolder and bolder she could feel the tip of his thumb pressing
against the delicate slit of her pussy. She thought she would die if he didn't do something more. She wanted him to touch her, to slide inside and she wasn't going to rest until she had him. She took a big chance but she knew she only had a limited amount of time before her Mom came back home from shopping. She squeezed her thighs together, capturing his hand between her legs and reached down to pull the hem of her nightie up and fully exposing her pussy.
When she relaxed her thighs so Mike could move his hand upwards again, she also began rubbing her little clit with her fingertips. She could feel that Dan was holding his breath and she knew he must be feeling like he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. She also noticed that he didn't move his hand. His thumb was still pressed firmly against her slit. Then she took the biggest chance of all...she slid her hand over Mike's and pulled it up tight against her pussy. Then she opened her eyes and whispered just one word to him, "Please..."
Mike groaned as though he was in pain but he pushed her hand away from
his and stroked his fingertips over her pussy as though it were made
of a delicate crystal. Slowly he parted her lips and began to ease one
finger inside as though he was afraid of hurting her. When he felt
the soft wetness of her tight pussy close around his finger he groaned
again and reached with his other hand to give some relief to his stiff cock
that was straining up against the zipper of his shorts.
Mike was moving so slowly that she knew he was going to need some help
if they were going to get anything accomplished ASAP. She pushed his hands away from her, slid off the sofa onto the floor and reached for his zipper. He looked at her as though he was seeing her for the first time but he didn't try to stop her from freeing his cock. He even lifted his hips a little to allow her to remove his shorts and briefs.
In her eyes, his cock was absolutely gorgeous, at least 7 inches long and fat. She knew she'd never be able to take it all in her mouth but she also knew she was going to try. Mike's eyes never blinked as she took his big cock in her small hand and stroked up and down the shaft a few times like her friend had taught her. At a sleepover, she talked her brother into a jack-off session, and Carly learned some of the basics. She saw that there was a gleaming drop of pre-cum at the tip and she hoped it was as sweet and delicious as it looked. She leaned her head down and licked it away and Mike’s legs began to tremble uncontrollably.
As she slipped the big head into her mouth, he started to deeply moan . . . "Oh god . . . ," over and over again. Two strokes of her mouth up and down the thick shaft, or at least as much as she could swallow, and he was immediately shooting thick ropes of sweet cum into her hungry mouth. Carly swallowed it all, every delicious drop and then slowly stood up in front of her brother. He was just sitting there with a glazed look in his eyes but she leaned down and kissed him anyway, opening her mouth to him so he could taste what she had just tasted.
Her brother didn't kiss her back, but she could tell from the way his cock was still straining upwards, that she had his attention. She stood up straight, lifted her nightie over her head and climbed onto Mike's lap. Almost immediately, he placed his hands to her breasts. Carly’s nipples were already hard and puckered but she wanted to feel his lips on them as well. Mike's hands squeezed her breasts hard, just the way she liked to have them manipulated and he looked into her eyes just once before lowering his head to take one of her nipples between his teeth. She expected him to suck on it maybe to even suck it real hard but he bit it gently instead. In fact, he just began chewing at her nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth while he aimed his rigid cock into her pussy . . . moving his shaft deeper and deeper inside.
She put her arms around his neck and turned her face into the warm curve of his neck as she let his throbbing cock find its way into her hot, wet center. She
could tell from the difficulty he had entering that he was much
bigger than the boys that had fucked her before. She remembered that Henry's cock had fitted her pussy perfectly . . . almost like a glove, but Mike's was opening her up further than she had ever been opened before. She loved the way it stretched her extra wide, and at the angle they were at . . . the way the shaft rubbed up against my tiny clit. She had to force herself down, down, down, until her brother was all the way inside and then she just held him for a while, letting him feel how good it was.
They sat that way for what seemed like a long time but it could only
have been moments. Then Mike's hips started to move again, slowly at
first and then more rapidly. He lifted his hands to her hips and began to lift me up and down in rhythm with his thrusts. She could tell by the way he was moving that his second orgasm was well on its way . . . so she reached down between their bodies and began stroking her clit furiously. Mike's body tensed in mid-stroke at just the same moment that her pussy began its contractions.
The force of her orgasm almost threw her off his lap and probably would have . . . if not for the grasp he had on her small breasts. She could feel his cock convulsing deep inside, and at the same time she could feel his hot cum filling up her little pussy and overflowing to run back down onto his thighs. She slipped out of his lap, feeling his cock plop wetly out of her pussy, kissed him virtuously on the cheek and whispered, "I want to do that more often with you . . . AND with your friends."
