by Amy Brent
I had been practicing on cucumbers and curved bananas. I was getting pretty good and found that I could take almost 8 inches. With a little bit more practice, I could get rid of that gag reflex altogether and really give a man the kind of pleasure that they deserve. The kind of pleasure that I deserve and I found that having those implements inside my throat for a split second was like an aphrodisiac that I couldn’t get enough of.
I heard her sobbing going down the hallway and thankfully she didn’t show that kind of weakness in front of Anthony. He was not what I would consider a man that liked to have somebody lean on his shoulder. Tears did not sway him and he most likely would have kicked her out if she had showed that kind of emotional outburst. I wanted to go out there and tell her that she was stupid for leaving too soon. That would’ve put a spotlight on my feelings for him.
I got up with a trail of my juice now streaking down the inside of my left thigh. I walked wobbly, grabbing onto my bed before my knees collapsed out from underneath me. I crawled under the covers and I began to formulate a plan. He was known to get drunk on those nights that he didn’t have a girl waiting in the wings. After a grueling championship match on the football field, he would always find himself with some of his buddies knocking back a few. Beers had turned out to be his Achilles heel and made him almost powerless. I’d heard him stumble in a few times and usually my father would greet him and guide him to his room before he hurt himself.
Chapter four
Over the next few days, he was pretty much celibate. He never even gave me any kind of impression that what I had done to clean up his room was appreciated. In fact, he never really mentioned it at all and neither did my father for that matter. It was almost like they expected me to do it with a smile on my face. I knew that I had done wrong by not telling him about the dent. That shouldn’t preclude having him tell me that I did a good job. I could’ve easily told his mother about the pile of panties, but that was not my place.
Being a sophomore in college had afforded me a bird’s eye view of my older brothers attempt to seduce and corrupt a young unsuspecting female into his embrace. There was a particularly shy blond kind of a bookworm that he had zeroed his sights on. He was constantly teasing her, squeezing her hips and pulling her to him to give her an idea of what he had to offer.
“I’m sorry baby, but I can’t tonight. You know tonight is a big game for me and we all go out for drinks after. I’m sure that I can fit you in my schedule any time after that. I think that you are damn sexy and I can only imagine what you look like without your clothes on. That brief peek of your cleavage is only a tease. I have to say that the rest of the package is even more appealing.” I’d seen Serena from time to time after her oral exploration of my stepbrother’s shaft. She kept her distance and he didn’t even give her the courtesy of making eye contact.
She resumed her life like what happened didn’t mean a damn thing. She probably wanted to forget every single detail, but how could she when it was very much part of her memories.
“You’ve been trying for the last few days to get my attention and when I tell you that I’m ready, you turn me down. I know that the big game means a lot to you, but it shouldn’t stop us from having a bit of fun together. You’re definitely going to have to get your priorities straight. If I wasn’t having any reservation before, I certainly am now. I’m sure that other girls would accept these after game rituals, but I’m not like that.” She walked away with her platonic looking beige skirt hanging loosely over a flat ass. Why he even wanted to be with her was a mystery to me. He was always more attracted to those with a little bit more meat on their loans.
“I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” He didn’t even pay attention to the words coming out of her mouth. I didn’t know her name, but I think it was amber or Angela or something along those lines. I don’t think it really mattered. Anthony rarely remembered their names and I think the panties were a reminder to put a face to each and every one of them. I did find what looked like a diary in his night stand while I was cleaning. I wanted to take a closer look, but it had one of those tiny locks. I would need some time to break into it. I had this feeling it was not his inner thoughts and something more disgusting.
I was walking home and found myself walking past an old dive bar. I didn’t like the smell and I wanted to avoid it, but it was the best short cut in the city through the alley.
I had stepped into the dank corridor when suddenly I was pulled in by my hair into the bar. I looked around slightly dazed to see two guys licking their lips and pulling at their crotches.
“Hmmm…you look like you are in the search for some fun.” This brute with the blonde hair unzipped and pulled out this uncircumcised foul smelling thing. I don’t think he bathed in days. “Come over here and get down on your knees.” I was trying to find a way out, but there was none. He grabbed me and forced me into a subservient position. He slapped my cheeks with that thing. “Open up and say AHHHHHHH.” Him and his two friends were laughing at my expense. “I better not feel any teeth.” I was thinking that maybe I should just do it. It was far better than the alternative.
“Don’t hog her. I want to fuck this sweet piece…piece…what the hell do you want? This is a private party. Come back later.” I stared between this mans legs to see Anthony was right there.
“I don’t think, I’m going anywhere and if you know what’s good for you, I would suggest you take your hands off her and leave.” They scoffed at him and came after him with broken beer bottles.
“Fuck you…fuck you and your mama.” I had this feeling this was not something Anthony was going to take lightly.
He grabbed a chair and went into a rage. He left them all lying unconscious with contusions and bloody cuts that would need stitches. He got me on my feet and escorted me out the door. “You’re lucky I was here. Go home and we will never speak about this again. He was so gallant, but why was he here? Did he follow me? “Say nothing about this to anyone. I have a reputation to live up to. Stay quiet and I may not tell you father about this.” It was an idle threat, but I didn’t need a lecture. This was the first time that I saw another side to my stepbrother. He walked away and I stood there for a moment. I would never take this short cut again. It wasn’t worth it.
I got home earlier than expected and nobody was there. My father was still working and Allison was out at some luncheon. I went up into his room, crossing over the forbidden zone and standing right in front of his night stand. I made a casual glance towards the closet where the odd box was. It did make me want to throw caution to the wind and see what my stepbrother was hiding. I found the diary. I pulled the pin from my hair and began to work on it diligently.
I finally heard the click. I pulled back the strap to see a list of names with stars in a range of 1 to 4. There were even categories and he had rated each and every girl that he had been with. He detailed certain skills and I was not only appalled by that, but what I had found on the back page. My name was right there with all the rest, but there was a question mark where the rating should be. He had obviously thought about doing something with me. It was kind of endearing to know that he actually gave me any thought.
I got this idea and before I could walk out that door and go back to my room, I took off my panties and put them with the ones he had collected already. I didn’t make it obvious, but I did slide them in with the rest. When he went to relive those memories, he might get a whiff of something that was not entirely something he would remember.
I did my homework and I watched a little bit TV and then I went on to the computer. It wasn’t hard to find the subject matter I was looking for. It was all mostly fake, but the scenario was of stepbrother and his stepsister getting in on in the house when the parents were away. I actually found myself quite excited and I got a little carried away before realized that I had a plan.
It was around midnight when I heard the heavy handed footsteps of my stepbrother coming home after a bender with the boys. He was singing underneath hi
s breath and then he tried to stop himself only to sing a little bit louder. He needn’t bother waking up Allison or my father. They were still out and I’d gotten a message that they were going to some party and might not even make it home until morning.
I heard him going into his room and closing the door behind him. If he had a lock, he probably would have turned it to make sure that nobody interrupted his personal space. “What a night and now I’m home to see all of my lovelies in one place. Panties… Panties…Panties.” I didn’t know exactly what he was doing, but I had a pretty good idea. I waited for some time and when it was close to 2:00 AM, I snuck out of my room and tiptoed quietly down to his door.
I was wearing a pair of black peek-a-boo panties that I had bought quite embarrassed at the local sex shop. A red silk blouse was wide open and showing the abundance of my curves. My hair was in disarray and it was time to put my stepbrother on notice. If he was fantasizing about me in any way, then I saw it was my duty to give him a taste.
I heard him mumbling something, but it was most likely in a deep inebriated sleep. I had circled my nipples with a strawberry gloss and I could literally smell it. It was supposed to entice him to come closer. I stood there at his door thinking about what I was doing and how wrong it was. The naughty act of doing something with my stepbrother had forced me to open that door slowly.
It was pitch black and the only light was the moon streaming through the very thin gauze like white curtains. A window was open and the slight chill made Goosebumps appear on my skin. My heart was literally beating out of my chest, but I wasn’t breathing. I saw him lying there, but there was something strange. I needed to get a closer look. I stepped up to the edge of the bed and he had all of those panties covering him from head to toe. It was the only thing he was wearing and it was obvious that he went to bed in the buff.
I gasped at seeing my panties over his face. I wondered if he even knew it was mine, or was it some very strange coincidence. I saw my stepbrother lying there in soiled panties and I stood there at the bottom of the bed watching his chest rising and falling with those frilly little undergarments moving with him. He had his hands crossed over his chest and the slight shift underneath a lacy pair of red underwear caught my attention right away.
I moved around to the other side of the bed and I heard the creaking of the floorboard and I stopped cold. He didn’t move and his heavy breathing told me that he most likely wouldn’t wake up until the crack of dawn. It gave me plenty of time to play my game. I just wasn’t sure how far I was going to go.
I reached out to those lacey red panties that were covering his endowment and I touched it for a moment before pulling my hand away like I had been struck with an electrical volt. I was still having second thoughts, but my body was betraying the rest of me. I was quivering and my legs shaking with my eyes staring at the one spot on his body that had garnered my attention.
“Oh yeah… Jessica.” I thought for a moment that he woke up, but apparently he was having some sort of erotic dream about me. “I always knew that you would look fantastic. Come to me and sit on my face.” I was ready to do exactly that, but I figured that was going a little bit too far. “I’ve wanted you from the moment that I saw you. I fantasized about taking you in every room of this house.” He was whispering these words and no wonder I didn’t hear him in the other room.
“Are you sure that you can handle a real woman like me?” I couldn’t help myself and he was the one who started this. “Do you know what it is to be with a woman with her own mind? Do you really want to find out?” In his state of drunken bliss he nodded his head. I was little surprised, but him hearing me was only making me want to push things a little bit further. His face was still obscured with my panties and they were slightly bigger than all the rest. I had the kind of posterior that would give Beyonce a run for her money.
“Don’t make me wait for it. You know you want to sit down on this thing.” His hand had inadvertently moved down over his body, until he was grasping his own cock through that underwear. He gave it a tentative few strokes and awakened the beast from its cage. His hand slumped back to lie there motionless. I didn’t want to get caught and knowing that my father and Allison might be home soon had only turned me into a firecracker ready to go off.
Chapter five
I took a few moments to collect my thoughts. I had to think about what I was doing. I walked around the house from one end to the other and checked the doors to make sure they were locked. I remembered that even if they did come home while I was in the middle of whatever I was going to do, I would probably see their headlights coming. It would give me enough time to vacate his room and slip back into mine without being noticed.
I went back to his room and he was still sleeping soundly. He said that he didn’t snore, but he certainly was very loud with his breathing. It was mostly a whistle or maybe more like a wheeze, but it did help me to know that he was out of it completely.
I very cautiously removed those panties one at a time revealing his body like puzzle pieces. It was interesting to see each piece of his exposed skin. I was doing everything I could to avoid a certain part of his anatomy.
I had my knuckle up to my mouth with my teeth digging into my left hand. I pulled away the last of the women’s clothing. I stared at the sleeping giant. Even asleep, he was quite excitable. It wasn’t jumping off the page of a book, but it certainly was something that I wanted to get a close and personal look at. I got down on my knees by the side of his bed. I reached with both hands and pulled away before I did something I would regret. It was my conscience speaking me, but I decided to put a muzzle on it and do what came naturally.
He had this huge smile on his face. I had left my panties covering his eyes. It wasn’t much for a blindfold, but maybe it would give me enough time to run from this room. I reached out one more time and this time I touched his cock. It made an involuntary jerk and jumped off his stomach. I knew that I was in over my head, but there was no point in walking away when I had come this far.
“I know this is wrong, but you really do want me to touch you like this. You want more than that. You’ve been fantasizing about having me in many positions.” I was whispering this to him and his cock was doing this little dance every time that I let him feel the hot breath of my mouth. “Tell me you want me, Anthony. Tell your little Jessica that you’ve been craving to spread my legs and fuck me like a whore.”
“All of your holes will be filled by me one day.” It was like I was playing the part of some therapist that put him under very deeply. “I’ve tried to sneak a peek at you a few times, but something has always ruined it. I’ve ached for the chance to see you standing in front of me naked, vulnerable and shivering from the cold and nervousness of being in my presence.” I grazed my hand down along his chest feeling his well defined muscles and knowing that there was no way I was leaving this room without getting what I wanted.
I got on the bed very gently. My weight pushed down the mattress and made the entire bed give off this groaning sound. I touched the inside of his legs with both hands and I moved them apart, so that I could situate myself in between them. I lifted that heavy piece of machinery. It was quite daunting and even thinking about Serena going down on it was a feat in itself. It had to be at least 9 inches with the kind of fat head that would make any woman salivate for the chance to use it as their own personal toy.
“I think all of your dreams are going to come true, Anthony. It’s so nice to have you like this and not have to listen to your diatribe. The only thing that I don’t find attractive about you is your voice. It’s not really your voice, but it’s the way you act like nobody should be able to resist you.” I worked my fingers up and down the length of him. Each time that I got to the head, I would draw the skin over top to reveal just how excited he was. This was his dreamscape. “I’m going to do whatever I want to you and you’re going to love every minute of it. You’re going to lie there with that stupid grin on your face, until I’m done.”
I was using the words that he had said to Serena against him.
“I’ve always been yours, Jessica. You just never saw me looking at you. It doesn’t mean that I haven’t been waiting for this day for a very long time.” It was wishful thinking to think he was really interested in anything long-term. I had no idea what he was afraid of and what he was missing out on was one of the wonders of the universe. Love and commitment came hand in hand and maybe seeing his mother bounce from one guy to the next had soured him on getting that ring on any woman’s finger.
“You don’t have to wish any more and the fantasy is about to become real.” I was stroking him with two hands and squeezing a little bit tighter to feel the vein along the back throbbing with a steady beat against my fingertips. I did a naughty thing by slapping his cock head with my hand. It jumped to attention. He squirmed and moved slightly. I didn’t know why I wanted to do that, but something about him and the way that he treated women made me want to punish him in some way. A small part of me wanted to slap his balls for the fun of it, but that might’ve been enough to wake him up. I didn’t want that to happen.
I got a little closer with that same hot breath he had felt in his ear now giving his cock something to think about. I blew that warm air and it began to dance in front of me like I was pulling it by a thread. I had it in my hand and being here didn’t feel like it was really happening. I had to pinch myself and to feel that pain to know this was not just a figment of my overactive imagination.
“I want you to suck my cock you little bitch.” The only bitch here on this bed was him. He could call me whatever he wanted. I opened my mouth and accumulated enough spit in my mouth to drop it in a heavy glob to cover his cock. It spread out over top and flowed down the sides. When it reached my hands, I began to stroke him with more authority and determination.
