Authors: Selena Kitt
“Everyone havin’ a good time?” I asked, raising my voice.
My friends hooted and raised their red, plastic Solo cups of beer.
“Ivy clued you in at the door about the price for admission. Well, my D-bag brother is on his way. Shall we show him we’re not a bunch of wusses?”
At their enthusiastic whistles and laughter, I raised my arm. “To the pool!”
I led the way, picking up a cup of beer as I went out the open French doors to the patio and the pool. And though it was still sunny outside, strings of Christmas lights were already lit in the trellis overhead.
Poolside, everyone seemed to lose their nerve. They stood, watching everyone around them, like they were waiting for someone else to make a fool of themselves first.
I was the biggest coward, hovering beside the door as I waited for Brian. The moment he stepped into the empty living room, his gaze went to the doors and me. His tee was dirt and grass-stained, cheeks sweaty and smudged. His green gaze narrowed, focusing on my body.
I still wore my bikini bra and short shorts.
He raised an eyebrow and strode right past me.
At the pool’s edge, he set his hands on his hips. “You know the rule. Everyone strip!”
Without waiting for them to comply, he smirked and scraped his t-shirt over his head and let it sail, and then he shucked his shorts, too.
Gloriously nude, he dove into the water.
I glanced around at my friends who ringed the pool. Some of the guys were laughing and beginning to strip. The girls were quiet, lips pursed, hands fanning hot faces.
“OhmyGod! He’s hot!”
“Did you see his dick? Wonder who he’s hard for?”
I didn’t blame them for admiring his well-cut body. At twenty-one, he was already a man. His gorgeous, shaved cock and balls certainly made
me
salivate. Which was wrong on so many levels.
And of course, Ivy, the slutty-slut, was the first among them to do a little striptease. She stepped down into the pool, rather than mess up her hair and makeup, and sauntered straight for Brian, giving him a wide smile as his gaze ate up her tall, well-toned body and pierced nipples. Every male gaze followed her ass and tits as she made a beeline for my naked brother.
The skank was making a play for him!
Her intentions were as clear as her spiked nipples. Rage made me see red. Her best friend status got deleted. And I couldn’t let her do it. She wasn’t going to fuck him tonight. If anyone was going to fuck him…
I stepped toward the pool’s edge with a toss of my hair, reaching behind me to pull the bow holding together my bikini top. As it fell, the slither of Lycra teased my nipples. I caught it, twirling the bra on a finger before I threw it—right at Brian’s head.
He laughed and reached for it. All around me the boys erupted in cheers and whistles. I did my best stripper’s bump-and-grind as I shimmied out of my shorts. When I straightened, I froze, a momentary panic attack hitching my breath. I’d really done it—shown my tits and my pussy to all my friends!
But it was Brian’s gaze—so dark and intense—that gave me the courage to step into the pool. So maybe I wasn’t tall and striking like Ivy, and I hadn’t spent afternoons in a tanning bed, but I was curvier, my hips and breasts full, and my pale skin was creamy, small freckles covering the tops of my breasts. And the late afternoon sun beating down on my body made my skin heat and my nipples pucker.
I felt lush and womanly. My pussy began to swell.
No one seemed to think I lacked a thing. The boys kept up the whistles—for me. Feeling proud, I bent and dove into the deep end, not caring I’d just shown my privates to everyone.
In moments, splashes sounded all around me. All my friends joined the fun, sharing fist-bumps, making jokes about how good it was to “see” me without making me feel uncomfortable. Everyone was having fun, beginning to pair off and make their way to private corners of the pool. I searched the water, relieved to find that Ivy wasn’t with Brian, although her gaze followed him as he dove into the deep water.
Someone passed me another beer. I rolled the cool condensation from the side of the cup across my nipples. Time passed. The sunlight came at an angle, creating shadowed alcoves in two corners of the pool. Feeling mellow, I could only smile when the first couple began to have sex, the girl gripping the side of the pool as her partner lifted her up and down on his cock. Everyone watched from the corners of their eyes, and suddenly the tone of the party changed, as though an electric charge had struck the water.
I felt it ripple around me. The water lapping at the undersides of my breasts aroused me, and my gaze, naturally, sought out Brian. A sliver of shock shot through me. He was standing with his arms spread on the ledge, Ivy right in front of him, and from the way one of her arms was moving, she was lazily stroking his cock under the water.
That fucking slutty-slutty-slut-slut!
I dove under the water, undulating like a mermaid, racing toward them. I surfaced beside Brian, and turned to give Ivy an evil glare. Without looking at him, because I was afraid of what I might see, I said, “Bri, I need help lotioning up my back. I think I’m beginning to burn.”
“Can’t have you blister, sis,” he murmured. “Mom and Dad would have my ass.”
Ivy’s brows lowered in a scowl, but then she glanced from my face to his, and her eyes narrowed.
Fuck, does she know?
“Guess three’s a crowd,” she said acidly and turned away, at last diving beneath the water, but coming up in front of two of our guy friends. She glanced over her shoulder at me and gave me a thin-lipped smile.
“Better not make a liar out of me,” I muttered. “The lotion’s in my bedroom.”
Knowing we were being watched, I didn’t care about the titters of laughter that followed us as he vaulted out of the pool and turned, his hard-on there for anyone to see. I could hear the awed gasps from several of the girls as he strode past them, his big, thick dick bouncing perpendicular to his rock-hard belly.
Since he drew all the attention now, I swam to the opposite end of the pool and sedately climbed the steps. I grabbed a towel from the stack on the pool bar and wrapped it around my hips like a sarong, casting one last glance around the pool to make sure I wasn’t being watched. Then I ducked through the door of the mudroom and ran through the house to my bedroom.
He was rummaging through my bathroom cabinet, naked back to the door. I turned the lock and walked deeper inside. I must have made a sound, because he glanced over his shoulder. His eyes widened, pupils growing larger, consuming the green of his irises.
While he stared, I drew off my towel and folded it, then dropped it to the floor in front of me. I bent my head and knelt, placing my open palms on my thighs and waited.
He turned and came toward me, the bottle of lotion dangling from his fingers.
“Jill, what are you doing?”
I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly before raising my face so that he could see my expression. I didn’t want him thinking this was a joke. I wanted him to know how I felt—I wanted him. I was aching to have him. “
“Your little sister’s been a very good girl, and she wants to thank her big brother for letting her have the party—and for pushing her into the deep end… where there was no place to hide from how she felt. Sink or swim, she wants her brother to know…”
I reached one hand toward him, slowly, giving him a chance to bat it away if this wasn’t what he wanted, but there was no resistance on his part when I wrapped my fingers around his thick, hard cock and pulled him closer. His steps shuffled, and this close, I heard the quickening rasp of his breath. Beneath my fingers, I felt his blood pulse, making his dick twitch.
Slowly, I leaned forward and stuck out my tongue, satisfied when he issued a faint moan as I licked the fleshy head, then opened my mouth wide to take him inside.
He tasted like saltwater and something else. Something all
him
. I moaned as I brought up my other hand to fondle his heavy ball sac, bobbing slowly forward and back, keeping my eyes on his the whole while.
“Jill…” His hand moved down to my wet hair, looking at me with that dark, lust-filled gaze. “We shouldn’t…”
“I don’t care.” I came off him and gasped, “Call me little sister. Talk to me. Tell me what you want. Every dirty little thing.”
“Jesus, Jill.” He moaned when I took him in again, this time letting him slide along my tongue to the back of my throat as I stared up at him, hoping he would play along.
“Please.” I rubbed the head of his cock over my lips, my cheeks, trying to put everything I was feeling into my eyes. “Tell me, like you did in the bedroom while you were watching that video of me in the shower.”
“Oh fuck.” His expression turned shocked, cheeks flushed.
“I left the door open.” I jerked his cock, hoping the sensation would keep him transfixed, keep him from thinking too long or hard about what we were doing. Because I already had something long and hard in my hand I wanted to do. Or, more to the point, I wanted it to do me. “Yesterday, in the shower, after I saw you. Did you watch?”
“Uhhhh.” A hiss of air escaped his throat when I tickled my fingernails over his balls.
“Did you hear me say your name when I came?” I rubbed my thumb over the head of his cock, under the frenulum, feeling it swell in my hand. “Did you, big brother?”
“Fuck,” he said again, letting out a low moan. “You’re so beautiful, Jill. I know you’re my sister, but… I couldn’t help it. I know… oh, God, I know I shouldn’t, but I want you so fucking much.”
Yes!
His words thrilled me and I tugged his cock a little faster as a reward.
“Do you like my body?” I knelt up higher, glancing down at my breasts, my hips. My pussy was throbbing for him. “Does it make you hard?”
“Are you kidding me?” he choked, a pained look on his face.
“Do you think about it when you jerk off?” My breath was coming faster. “Do you think about fucking my wet pussy? Oh Bri, after I saw you… I was so wet. I had to go get myself off. I left the door open…”
“I know.” His hand fisted in my hair. “I’ve got the video.”
“You took another one?” I gaped up at him. Then I grinned. “You’re so bad.”
“You have no idea.” He tossed the bottle of lotion onto the floor. “Jill... fuck! We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“But we’re going to.” I jerked him as my hand slid south, between my clenched thighs. “Fuck…”
“Yeah.” His fingers sank into my hair and his nails dug into my scalp, holding me still as he guided my lips over his cock, flexing his hips to drive himself deep into my mouth. “We are.”
His eyes closed, lost in the sensation, as he fucked my throat, deeper and harder—and I let him. My fingers wandered through my pussy, slick and pulsing, aching to have the cock that now filled my mouth. When he finally pulled me away from him, opening his eyes and looking down at me, at the saliva that strung from my lower lip to the tip of his dick, a stark need filled his gaze, like green fire.
“My sweet little sister…” His voice was hoarse as he took my chin in his hand, tilting it up and rubbing a thumb over my lips. “I’ve thought about doing this for so long…”
Had he? I was still getting used to the idea, but Brian had clearly been fantasizing it much longer. That thought excited me, made me want him even more.
“I can’t believe you’re sucking my cock…” He blinked in surprise. “Jill, we don’t have to…”
“I want to!” I sat up on my knees, eager, lifting the hand buried in my crotch to show him. My juices had puckered my fingers and I spread them, showing him the strings of girl-cum stranded between them. “Look at this! Look how wet you made me… big brother.”