Caught by big brother (Closed)

Oc: okay I want a guy, who is dominant, persuasive, and won't rush straight into it to play my big brother. Will be slight reluctance on my side.

Name: Hannah
Age: eighteen
Looks, long curly dark brown hair, that comes half way down my back, with large brown eyes, slim body, 32B, slight tan and probably around 5"2/5"3 in height.

You're my older brother, we have always been close, and you have always found a way to control me, and I always listened, I looked up to you, I idolized you. You were always very protective of me and managed to keep the boys away from me, making me very sweet and innocent, but like any other teenage girl, I was curious.

IC: It's friday night, and once again I am stuck at home with nothing to do, our parents are away on a buisness trip and you're working late. However you get off early, I'm layed on the couch downstairs, with one of your porn films in, my clothes thrown all over the floor, my fingers working their way in and out of my pussy, causing me to moan softly.

9pm. If I can get out of this damn work uniform, showered, redressed, and down to the club in, oh, less than an hour, I may still be able to hook up with one of the Whirl Girl and actually salvage a Friday night.

But the last thing I need is Hannah.

I stop at the back door, check the kitchen; no lights. I slip in and make my way down the hall, through the living room, to the back hall; no sign of her, I may actually get away with...

And then I hear it. It's ... Jesus, that's sex!

I slip quietly to the family room door, lay my ear against it. The sounds -- the voices -- are are hard to distinguish, but there is definite a man's voice and a woman's moans ... and Hannah is the only person home!

Whadda ya do, Big Bro? I can't very well just barge in there; it would just devastate her. But then again, I don't like the idea of her being here in the house with some guy who probably only wants her cherry. Is she a virgin? I wonder.

I press my ear to the door. And I wonder, am I doing this -- listening to my little sister get fucked -- because I need to ... or because I want to?

My fingers move in and out, harder and faster, as I start to moan louder, my head thrown back on the sofa. When I hear it, a creak of the floorboards, I swear I heard something, immediatly my fingers stop what they were doing, and my full attention is now on the door.

"Hello?" "Is anyone there" I call out, whimpering slightly as I pull my fingers away from my wet pussy, pulling a blanket around my upper body, I turn the Dvd that I was watching off, and walk over to it slowly, pulling the door back, revealing you stood there, I feel the blush rise up to my cheeks "this erm, this isn't what it looks like" I mutter weakly.

"Hello? Is anyone there"

Shit! Damn floorboards! I ponder whether to run or not. If I do, she'll hear me, she'll know it's me; I'm the only one home for the weekend. But ... if I just ... stand ... still ...

The door flies open to reveal Hannah, presumably naked, clutching a blanket around her body but doing a very poor job of concealing herself; the dark brown of one nipple's areola is just visible above the upper edge of the blanket, and the split between it reveals an entire leg from hip to toe -- with just the hint of brown muff at the top of one thigh.

I quickly pull my eyes back up to her face as she explains, "This isn't what it looks like."

I hesitate, wondering, what the fuck else could it look like? I push past her into the Family room to confront the guy offending my family's honor .. or, at least my honor. This is MY little sis you're bopping you little prick ... you little ... you...

I turn to Hannah, confused. "Where is he?"

I feel you push past me, causing the blanket to fall down to the floor, I turn to face you, bending down and picking it up, pulling it back over me, attempting to cover myself with the small blanket.

"Where is he?" and I look back at you with complete confusion, where's who? oh wait he didn't mean...

"No" I practically shout, looking up at you, "there's no one hear honestly" i say softly, my face heating up, hoping that you will just drop it " maybe you should just go, I need to get dressed and.." I trail off looking at all my scattered clothes on the floor, I guess it would look rather suspicious.

As I push by, I catch the edge of the blanket, knocking it from her grasp. If falls to the floor about her ankles, and although she makes a quick grab for it, out of the corner of my eyes, I get a full frontal nudity shot of little hannah, who isn't little anymore.

She's been growing up -- and out -- and it hasn't gone unnoticed by me. I hate to think of myself as one of those guys who lusts for a sibling, but I would have to admit under torture that I had on occasion found my along-time pleasures to the image of Hannah straddling my groin.

But I pretend I don't see her exposed and, finding the guy not obvious, ask, "Where is he?"

"No! There's no one here, honestly."

I don't believe her, of course. Until I have a moment to think about it. There's no where in the Family Room to hide a guy; and there's no way out except the door I came in since dad had the security windows put in last Fall. So ...

I look to the couch and see the green light flashing on the remote. I grab it up and point it at the television and ask her quite pointedly, "Is there anything you want to tell me before I press play?"

You look at me like are finally starting to accept that there is no one here, I breath a sigh of relief thinking that I have got away with it.

"Is there anything you want to tell me before I press play?" I hear you ask, and turn back to look at you, and my heart almost stops as I see what you are holding the remote!

"No please" I whisper quietly, "don't turn that on" I add, not wanting you to see what I've been watching, even though it is one of your films, the thought of you knowing both teriffies and embarrases me. "It's just a film" I say truthfully, walking over, kneeling down infront of the tv, getting ready to turn it over.

"Is there anything you want to tell me before I press play?"

"No please" she whispers quietly, "don't turn that on".

She makes her way for the television, the blanket repeatedly parting with each step, revealing her left side to me from toe to waist. I suddenly realize that I am hard as a rock. Down boy, this is your sister ... down ... boy ...

But I can't help but be stimulated. She may not think I know what's going on, but the case to one of the porno's I won in a poker game on campus is sitting right out in the open; it may be face down, hiding the pic of the MFF threesome on the cover, but hey, it's my porno -- I know what the back cover looks like.

"It's just a film," Hannah says as she leans down, putting her body between me and the cover, attempting to hide what she's doing.

And that's when my yearning to see just a bit more of her overcomes the good sense that God gave me concerning how an older brother is supposed to treat his little -- or not so -- sister: while she has her back to me, I quietly take a step toward her ... and gently put one toe on the edge of the little blanket concealing her from my view...

Pressing the eject button, I grab the Dvd as quickly as I can, trying to make sure you don't see it, as I stuff it into it's case. Now the question is what do I do with it? I can't just hand it over to you, that would defeat the object, but there's no way I could walk past you without you at least catching a glimpse.

Taking a few deep breaths, trying to relax, I transfer it to the hand furthest away from you, so that it is now partially hidden behind my back, I lift one leg up, standing up, but feel the blanket fall from my body and pooling around my ankles on the floor, I stand there mortified, feeling your eyes on me now, this was so wrong, my big brother should never see me like this.

Glancing down, I see your foot on the edge of it, holding it there, I gasp slightly and can't help but wonder if you did it on purpose, but then again why would you, your my brother you wouldn't want to see me naked. yet as I feel your eyes running up and down my body, I can't help the strong feeling of desire that runs through my body, causing my wetness to drip down my thighs. "Your going to need to move" I whisper quietly, looking down at the floor.

The blanket is stripped from your body, falling about your ankles. You have an absolutely mortified look in your eyes.

And yet, I can't take my eyes off you. I feel guilty, of course: I did this on purpose; I meant for you to be exposed; I intended to see you, literally, in the flesh. My god, you are so beautiful. Yet, guilty or not, I ... still ... stare!

I've seen you in bikinis before; I've even seen you once or twice scurrying about in your underwear. But this ...

Suddenly I realize I'm not just having thought of seeing you -- I'm having thought of having you!

I step back quickly, drop my eyes. My god! What the hell is wrong with you? "Sorry. I ... didn't mean that. I ... and ..." I turn away. "Sorry," is all I can get out.

And why can't I get anything more out? Because ... to be honest ... I really am not sorry. Guilty and ashamed, yes. Sorry? Not a chance in hell.

Finally you turn away from me, I quickly kneel down grabbing the blanket

"Sorry. I ... didn't mean that. I ... and ..." "Sorry," you say and I just shake my head.

"It's fine really" I mumble under my breath, covering myself with the blanket, grabbing the Dvd and hurrying out of the room. I practically run up to my room, I cannot believe what has just happend I have exposed myself to my brother at least twice tonight, probably more, I look over at the bed, the urge to continue touching myself is strong, and the fact that you have been looking at me in that way only feuls my desire, but it is too risky, and I do not want to get caught again.

Sighing I let the blanket drop, pulling on a pair of panties and a vest top, before picking up the Dvd, peaking out of my room to make sure you are not around, I sneak into your room, placing the Dvd back on the shelf.

Unbelievable. What...? ... what's unbelievable? It all is; I just can't determine what is the most unbelievable of all.

As I review all that has just happened -- from catching you watching porn, to catching you masturbating to it, to wanting desperately to see your wonderful form, to then wanting to ... oh, god, don't even say it! Guys don't fuck their little sisters!

I realize I'm pacing the Family Room floor, doing circles around the big davenport like a Country boy missing his stock car. I stop, draw and release a deep breath, and try to ... just ... get ... past it.

I can't. My god she was just so ...

9:15... I can still get down to the Club and see if one of the Whirl Girls is still unattached. They never say no, and now ... my God, I really need someone who WON'T say NO!

I pound up the stairs to the bathroom, strip, and hop into the shower. I'm barely into soaping up when I realize that, once again, I am hard as a rock and fantasizing only about you!

I resist grabbing myself -- I won't be any good to the Whirl if i expend myself here -- and finish showering just in time to her my phone indicate a text message. I grab it, read, and sink into depression: they are both out of town and the other guys are hitting the strip club cuz there just aren't any girls at the dance club to even waste time picking up.

I throw on my robe and head back down to the fridge, grab one of Dad's beers, and take a few swigs. You should apologize, I hear one voice in my head command. Leave her the hell alone, the other says, adding you've embarrassed her enough already tonight.

I take a couple more swigs, decide an apology is in order, and dump the rest of the beer into the sink. All you need is to be going into your little sister's bedroom smelling of booze after you've just INTENTIONALLY stripped her bare.

I give it a few minutes more consideration ... then decide against it, and call it an early night.

Much quieter than I had when I pounded my way up to the bathroom, I ascend the stairs and head for my room at the end of the hall. At your door, I pause. Don't pause; what are you pausing for, you perv'? I ignore the voice and peak into your room; you seem to be asleep. The night light you've had since you were just a little baby illuminates your beautiful, peaceful face ... as well as a good portion of your chest which is partially exposed by the vest-looking top you have chosen to sleep in.

Again, I swell. Move along, folks, mooove along ... nothing to see her.

But I can't help it. i want to see you again. And the only way I can think of is to apologize for what I have done this evening ... or, at the least, feign an apology to I can come and sit on the edge of your bed.

I place the Dvd on the shelf, before hearing the creaking of the stairs, causing me to freeze, you were going to catch me, I take a deep breath, leaning back against the wall, but luckily for me you pass, the next thing I hear is the shower being turned on.

I wait for a few seconds before sneaking back out of your room, crossing the hallway and entering my own room. I switch the light of and climb under the covers, my hands despratly aching to touch myself, but too embarrased to do so, if you came in and caught me doing it again, well.. you'd think I was doing all this on purpose.

I toss and turn, trying to sleep, but each time I do, I feel my thighs rub against each other, moaning softly from the friction it is causing.

I hear you outside my room, going downstairs and smile softly, glad that you didn't seem to hear it, I feel myself tugging on my shirt, seriously contemplating taking it off, as all I can think about is how good it feels against my hard nipples.

I hear you coming up the stairs again, and pausing outside my door, my first reaction is to close my eyes and pretend that I am asleep, i hear the door creak open, before the bed dips from the weight of you. I groan softly, turning to face the other side, trying to keep up the act.

What are you doing? What the HELL are you doing, Rick? I know this is wrong; even though I'm not actually doing anything wrong, I'm wanting to do wrong. And that's just ... well, wrong!

But I'm here, already and I just can't get back up an leave without somehow explaining why I am here. That might look worse than giving some half baked explanation or apology or ... what ever.

You have your back turned to me. I want you to look at me; I need you to look at me. I want you to want me as much as I want you. That's not going to happen, of course, but ... that's why they call it fantasy.

Then I smell it. I smell you. My god ... I smell you, and the urge inside of me just explodes to new dimensions. You need to get up now and get the fuck out of here, before you do something ...

I can't. I can't. I can't ... leave.

"Hannah," I whisper. "Can I talk to you?"

He doesn't say anything, just sits there, for a moment I can't help but wonder what the hell your doing here, but then remember that you are my brother, your entitled to be here.

Hannah,""Can I talk to you?" he asks me, and I feel myself once again blushing

"I really don't want to talk about tonight" I whisper quietly, not even turning to look at you, I was embarrased, but most of all I was ashamed of myself I had let my own brother look at me and what's more I had liked it.

Sighing I run one hand through my hair, pushing it off of my face "how about we just forget it ever happened" I ask hopefully, turning slightly, peering up at you from under my eyelashes "thats what you want right?" I ask

"I really don't want to talk about tonight" you whisper. "How about we just forget it ever happened"

I can't! How can I forget this? I don't think I realize it now, with my mind still in a whirl, but this, to date, is likely the most erotic moment I have ever faced in my life. I am actually, seriously, with ever fiber of my being, trying to find some way to get to fuck ... my little ... sister!

I see you turn just a bit, looking at me from the corner of your eye. "That's what you want ... right?"

"Of course," I answer quickly, laying a hand on your bared shoulder and caressing you in that brotherly fashion I do when something isn't going the way it should in your life. "Of course ... forget it ever happened."

But I can't. I can't! I continue to caress you a bit, trying to keep it brotherly. I can't ... I just ...

"Can I ask you a question, first?" I ask softly. After you give me that little uh-huh that you've used since long before you developed the wonderful curves I saw tonight ... long before you began smelling the way you do now ... before you learned that a touch, in a certain way, in a certain spot, could bring you pleasure, I ask boldly, "Tonight ... when ... you know ... down stairs ... " I hesitate for a moment, certain that I want to ask it, but not at all certain of how I want to ask it. I continue, "Do you ever think of me ... you know ... while you're doing ... that?

I smile slightly "thank you" I whisper, all though a sudden sense of dissapointment fills me at the thought of it being forgotton.

I feel your hand on my shoulder, rubbing it like you often do, only this time it sends chills through my body. Snap out of it, he's your brother you can't thinl of him that way I scold myself

Can I ask you a question, first?" he asks me, and I nod, looking up at you.

"of course" I say

"Tonight ... when ... you know ... down stairs ... " I gulp, already not liking the direction this is going in, "Do you ever think of me ... you know ... while you're doing ... that? you continue.

I gulp, looking everywhere but you, my eyes darting around the room "Yes" i whisper eventually, half hoping that you don't hear.

"Yes," you whisper, so softly that I almost miss it entirely. I smile, pleased -- excited, -- and shiver a bit as a chill races up my spine and out my limbs.

You don't move. Next move ... still mine, I tell myself. I'm still caressing you gently on the shoulder; you haven't asked me stop like you do sometimes when you just don't want to be comforted. I reach up to the tangle of hair near your ear, to the few strands that you missed when you pushed it back from your face. I pull them back with the others; I touch your cheek; I caress my fingers back down your neck to your upper shoulder, and -- ever so gently, looking for either your active permission or your passive approval -- I slip a finger under the lapel of your vest top ... and slowly ... ever so slowly, begin to pull it back away from your otherwise bare breast ...

I don't say anything as I feel your hands in my hair, pushing it back, I then feel your hand on my cheek and I know this is going to go further. Yet I still don't say anything, a big part of me wants this, yet there's that other small part holding me back, telling me this is wrong.

I feel your fingers run up and down my neck, and your looking at me strangely as if looking for approval, I hesitate knowing this is the last chance to back out, before I just nod, ever so slightly, giving you a small smile, which I hope to be reasuring.

With my left hand, over my waist and out of your sight, I pull the blanket slowly from your upper body; while with my right, I continue to expose your breast until finally I am staring down at a dark, swollen nipple. I hesitate a moment, looking for objection; I receive none.

You shouldn't be doing this.

I lean in slowly, lean over your bosom, as i slide my right hand across to push the other lapel aside as well. And I take your hard nipple, chilled by cool air of the room, into my warm, wet mouth, and begin inexorably toward a sin that I couldn't -- and likely wouldn't -- discontinue even if you were to beg.

I feel the blanket being pulled down, and then my top, ever so slowly, until I am fully exposed to you. I look up, trying to see what is going on in your mind, but your face portrays none of your emotions.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" i ask softly, nervous as I cannot tell what you are thinking, and I'm not sure whether you want me or not, just as I feel your warm mouth over my nipple, causing me to moan softly, and instinctivaley move up towards the feeling of your wet mouth,

"Are you sure you want to do this?" you ask me.

Sure I WANT to do this? I ask myself, as I caress my right hand across your belly to your waist, grasping your hip and turning you more toward me. Absolutely! I slip my left hand below you to the small of your back and lift you a bit, pulling your firm, left breast firmly to my mouth, taking its hardened nipple into my warm, wet lips as I had the other before it. Sure I SHOULDN'T want to do this? Again, absolutely.

But I can't stop. No. I won't stop. I am committed. I will have you. I have for years fantasized about having you in vain; why wouldn't I want you? Why would any man not want you? You are beautiful, flawless, young, virtuous ... or ... are you? I wonder now, as I nibble lightly at your breast, grope my strong hand to your flesh, ... has she? Has she been with another man -- a BOY -- before me? She is a sexual being, she's shown you that tonight. But ... HAS she?

I hope not. In my mind, I am suddenly stricken not only by the knowledge that I want my little sister, but that I want to be the first to have my little sister.

With all my strength, my hands grasping you at the bared skin of your hip and back, I lift you to me and whisper as I press my mouth to yours, "Be mine, Hannah ... now"

I don't hear you answer and I start to get nervous, surely you wouldn't back out now, I had hoped that the feelings were not just one sided.

Yet your hands remain on me, surely that must count for something, I feel your gentle touch on my stomach, your warm wet mouth on my breasts, my nipples, and although it feels good, my mind is not focused, all I can think about is what your next answer is going to be.

I feel your hands around me, pulling me up to you, my bare skin pressing against your chest
"Be mine, Hannah ... now" you whisper, before your mouth crashes down on my own, I smile against your lips, kissing you back softly, all thoughts of it being wrong are long gone from my mind. My hand moves up to your cheek, pulling you towards me, kissing you harder.

You feel as though you're smiling to me, rather than simply kissing me, and that reassures me. I part my lips, as do you, and we kiss long an soft, our tongues ever so playfully pressing against one another. You are a great kisser; I wonder yet again, has she? I want to ask, but I prefer to go forward with the fantasy than with the fact, although for all I know they may be one in the same.

I slip my left hand further up your back, pulling your bare chest against that of mine that the partially opened bath robe reveals. You are so warm and soft against me. My penis twitches with excitement, with anticipation.

A fear creeps into my mind as the embrace goes on, becomes even more passionate, out mouths working hungrily against the others: How long will it be before one or the other of us suddenly realizes that this in just ... simply ... wrong! Before one of us stops this! Stops this hard, and fast!

I won't let that happen. I can't let that happen.

Slowly, yet quicker than I have done anything else thus far, I slide my right hand from your hip over your upper thigh and directly to between yoiur legs. I kissed you, Hannah, you let that happen; I suckled your nipples, you let that happen. I am going to make you feel good as, early, you were so anxious to do for yourself. Let this happen as well ... please!

I find you wet and warm, far more so than I expect. It surprises me, though I don't know why. Wet and warm, and inviting; you aren't supposed to be, for you're my little sister and you shouldn't be that way for any man.

As I slide my middle finger in between your lips, immediately finding your swollen clit, I try to convince myself, She should only be wet and warm and inviting ... to me.

I finally part my lips, kissing you back, the kiss becoming harder, deeper, more passiantate, I slide my tongue out, passing your parted lips and into your mouth, my tongue finding yours, massaging it softly with my own.

I feel one of your hands sliding downwards, over my hip, and I gulp softly, I know where this is leading to, and I'm afraid that you are going to regret it, I'm afraid that you will hate me for it afterwards, shaking my head, I decide that I should just enjoy it while it lasts, I'm finally getting what I have longed for, what I have thought about everytime I touched myself.

I feel your finger slide in, quickly finding my clit, causing me to moan outload, mmm your fingers feel a hell of a lot better than my own did.

"Promise me you're not going to regret this" I whisper softly, pulling back from the kiss, my dark brown eyes connecting with your own, waiting for you too say the words I need to hear, the ones that will make it all okay "promise you won't hate me"