none of them came close to having what my brother had between his legs.
He sat on the bed with his back against the headboard, and picked up the object he had retrieved from the drawer. I finally recognized what it was. It was a nudie magazine, and I could read the title. ‘Bald Pussy,’ it said, in big red letters.
He opened it and held it in one hand, as his other hand began to stroke his cock. I felt like I was going to pass out, hyperventilating from the sight in front of me. I couldn’t believe it was actually happening. I had heard that all boys did this, but to actually see my brother with his hand around his cock was completely different than thinking he might be doing it.
My pussy oozed its honey into my panties as I watched his cock stiffen and grow. It kept getting bigger and thicker, until finally it arched up solidly, curving slightly upward as it pointed towards the ceiling.
He would occasionally remove his hand so he could turn the page in his magazine, but for the most part he stroked himself as his eyes remained glued on the pictures in front of him. I had never seen him like this, and I stared with fascination at the lust on his face. It reminded me of when I had fucked Brian Wendt in the back seat of his Camaro. As I lay there on his faux leather upholstery with my legs spread in welcome, he lay between them and thrust his cock inside of me, staring down into my eyes with the same expression my brother was currently wearing.
Sometimes when Zach stroked upward, a small drop of clear fluid would drool from the tip. He would move his hand up, and smear this liquid around his cock head, making it slick for his strokes.
I licked my lips again as I recalled the taste of Tommy’s cock in my mouth. He hadn’t lasted long, blasting his warm cream into the back of my throat less than three minutes after I began. But before that I had enjoyed flicking my tongue over the tip of his dick, licking away the delicious pre-cum that oozed from the meaty slit.
Zack’s hand slid tightly over his rigid dick, stretching the skin tightly with each down stroke, then causing it to bunch under the head as his hand moved upwards. I stared raptly, taking it all in with unblinking eyes.
He set the open magazine down on his thigh and gripped the base of his cock, holding it in place as his other hand continued to stroke. His breathing was turning harsh, and his stomach muscles twitched.
The motion of his hand slowed, and I knew he was trying to draw out the pleasure, teasing himself to make it last longer. His cock jutted up hard and proud, looking like it had been carved out of solid stone.
Suddenly, he groaned and twitched. Moving quickly, he snatched a Kleenex from the box on the bedside table, and draped it over the swollen head of his dick, sliding his hand down to hold it around his shaft.
He groaned louder and his hips lifted, and I watched entranced as his cock pulsed and the top of the Kleenex turned dark as his spurting semen squirted against the makeshift enclosure.
My clit pulsed in empathy, and I almost came from just watching my brother’s orgasm. His body twitched and shuddered, and he kept his grunting sounds to a minimum, knowing anyone could be walking past his bedroom door.
Finally, he lay still, breathing deeply as he clutched the now-soaked Kleenex around his dick. After a minute, he came back to life, pulling the Kleenex off and wiping off all the remaining traces of his cum before tossing it into his waste basket.
He put his magazine back, then got dressed and went back downstairs. I climbed down and immediately went to my bed, soothing my suffering clit with my finger until I mimicked my brother’s actions and came with a shuddering climax.
After supper, he went out with his friends, and I snuck into his room. I went to the waste basket, removed the used Kleenex, and took it back to my room. Studying it intently, I ran my fingertips over its soggy wetness and then rubbed them together, feeling the slickness on my skin. I brought it close and sniffed, then flicked my tongue out to taste it. More memories of Tommy returned. I recalled going back to my cabin with that taste in my mouth and smell on my skin, thinking all the other girls had to notice it.
Since that first day, I watched my brother regularly, and saw him jack off many times over the next year and a half, before he went off to college.
So now, I went to my room in nervous anticipation. It had been five months since the last time I'd spied on him, and my pussy was getting wet just from thinking about it.
I climbed up on my trusty boxes, and peeked into my brother’s room. Perfect timing. He was sitting on his bed, with his pants and boxers already off, and holding a magazine. I saw that it was titled ‘Shaved Coeds’, and I grinned seeing that my brother’s tastes hadn’t changed.
As my brother’s cock began to harden in his hand, my own shaved pussy grew wetter and twitched, and the desire to touch myself was overwhelming. When his erection reached full mast, I couldn’t stop myself from reaching down and pressing my fingers against my pussy through my shorts.
His hand began stroking, and it felt like the good old days, back where we belonged. I normally allowed him to finish before I moved to my bed and touched myself, but having gone five months without seeing him do this, my pussy didn’t want to wait. My fingers moved to the button of my shorts and popped it open, then slid down my zipper.
As I watched my brother’s hand glide up and down his shaft, I pushed my shorts and panties down onto my thighs, giving my fingers room to slip inside my slick cunt.
We moved together, my finger on my clit matching the rhythm of his fist around his dick. An idea occurred to me. Maybe I could time my orgasm so we came at the same time. I had seen him do this so many times before, I was sure I could tell when he was going to come. Why hadn’t I thought of this before? It would almost be like we were having sex with each other.
I focused on his cock as the pleasure in my pussy increased. This was going to be good.
Then he did something odd. He shifted back closer to the headboard, which made him sit up straighter. It was subtle, but since I was so used to his routine, I noticed the difference. Then he set the magazine to the side. That was definitely different. Had he picked up new habits while away at college? I watched with interest as I continued to flick softly at my clit.
His hands slid down around the outsides of his thighs and he seemed to hold them tightly. Left alone, his cock stood straight up, its large smooth head reaching towards the ceiling. I was confused. What was he doing?
Then my eyes opened wide in shock. My brother was bending over, lowering his head, as his hands gripped his thighs more tightly.
No, he couldn’t be doing that!
His head moved lower, directly at his cock, and his mouth opened. My own mouth gaped in astonishment.
I watched, dumbfounded, as Zack’s mouth closed over the head of his dick. His hands pulled upward, and another inch or two slid into his mouth.
I was too stunned to think. Unconsciously, I took a step back. I realized my mistake at the last second, as my foot felt nothing but air. I attempted to step back further, but my shorts around my thighs impeded my motion. I tried to reach for the edge of the wall, but missed, and my balance shifted. The boxes below me tilted, and then toppled, and I went down, falling hard on them, striking my side and bouncing off onto my bedroom floor.
I lay there in a daze, with pain shooting through me. I must have twisted my ankle in the fall, because it was throbbing. My side also hurt from where I had hit the boxes.
“Lindsay!”
It was my brother’s voice, and he was standing just outside my bedroom door. Panic overcame me, and I tried to call out to him, but my voice wouldn’t work.
“Lindsay! You okay?”
“Don’t come in!” I tried to yell, but it came out more like, “Dunkamin!”
I guess he heard the ‘come in’ part just fine, because my bedroom door burst open, and he hurried to me, kneeling at my side. He had put on a pair of his athletic shorts.
He must not have noticed anything at first, because he said, “Lindsay, what happened? Are you okay?”
I just let out a groan, realizing I had been caught. It was only a matter of time before he put it together. I managed to pull my shorts up most of the way.
He picked me up and laid me on my bed, staring down at my face. “Talk to me. What happened? Are you hurt?”
Maybe I could talk my way out of this. I winced and said, “I was putting something away in my closet, and I fell.”
