Date: Thu, 31 Mar 2005 16:01:54 -0500
From: two40puddin@optonline.net
Subject: A Brother for life by Anne240

I spent the hottest day of the summer sitting by my pool with my friend
Stacey. We spent the afternoon working on our tans and talking about
nothing in particular.

At some point, I had noticed the curtains in one of the windows was pulled
back slightly.

"Don't look now Stace, but I think my brother is watching you."

She raised her eyebrows slightly and peered up at the window.

"Oh my God! What's with him? Not only is he weird, but he's a total perv!"

"Hey that's my brother! He's not a perv, and he's not that weird!"

"Oh please Anne, He's weird. I don't think he's ever said more than two
words to me, or to anyone. The boy doesn't talk. He just locks himself in
his room. God only knows what he does up there."

"He's just shy. And just because he's checking you out from the window
doesn't make him a pervert. I mean, your tits are practically falling out
of your top! He's not doing anything that any other guy wouldn't do if they
had the chance."

"That's true. I mean what guy wouldn't want to check these out!"

We both laughed.

"Well, since he went to all the trouble to spy, I may as well give him
something to look at."

She slowly removed her top and threw it on the ground. Her tits stood
proudly on her chest. Even I have to admit that Stacey has a great rack,
and she knows it.

"Jesus Stace, put those things away. Someone could get hurt."

"Oh c'mon Anne, What's the big deal? I really don't want tan lines anyway,
and besides, if your brother's gonna sit in the window and whack it, we
might as well give him something to look at...!"

"Uuuugh that's my brother."

"Yea well like you said, he's still a guy!"

Stacey spent the next few minutes trying to position herself in the most
flattering position possible. She probably wouldn't admit to it, but she
enjoyed the fact that my brother was checking her out from the window, no
matter how weird he was. Stacey was always the kind of girl that needed all
the attention focused on her, and would usually make sure that it was, no
matter what.

"So what's the deal with your brother anyway?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I thought he was gay or something," She flashed her eyes up to the
window and then back at me, "But I guess not."

"What the hell's the matter with you? Why would you think he's gay?"

"Well think about it. He never talks to any girls, or shows any interest."

"So that makes him gay? He doesn't talk to guys either. And in case you
haven't noticed, he's obviously showing some interest now."

"Well I don't know. Until now, I never thought that he knew women existed.
Has he ever even been laid before?"

"What are you asking me for? How the hell should I know?"

"Well he's your brother! You'd think you should know!"

"Well I don't. We don't talk about those things. As far as I know, he's
probably still a virgin."

"Really? That's a shame. What do you talk about?"

"I don't know, nothing really."

"Well you're his big sister, I think you should go ask him."

"I'm not gonna ask him. I don't really care. If you want to know so bad,
you go ask him."

"I think I will."

She sprung out of her seat and headed into my house.

"Wait Stace, don't! Leave him alone!"

She ignored me and headed off into the house.

It's true I wasn't that close with my brother. I guess it was probably hard
for him growing up in a house full of women. My father left when we were
young, and it's just been my mom, my brother and sister and me. My mom
consumed herself with her work once my father left, and so it's really just
been the three of us. My sister and I were always close growing up, so my
brother's just been on his own. Not that we didn't try to talk to him, he
just never really seemed interested in talking to us. He never said
anything, and just kept to himself. Occasionally, he would talk to my
sister, but he always seemed to shy away from me. She was always better at
listening to people than I was, but since she left for college it's just
been me and him.

Even though we're not close, he's still my brother, and the last thing I
wanted was Stacey embarrassing him somehow. I wanted to get up and follow
her inside, but I thought that it would be better not to make a big
scene. I didn't want my brother to think that I somehow had anything to do
with Stacey's plan to invade his privacy.

Quite some time had passed, and I started wondering what was going on. I
decided to go in and check, all the while imagining Stacey outside my
brother's locked door, badgering him about his sexuality.

I hurried inside and up the stairs. I could hear Stacey talking, and as I
turned the corner I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Stacey had my
brother against the wall. Her one hand was wrapped around the back of his
head. She was pressed against him tightly so her tits were spilling out
between them. His pants were undone, and Stacey had his cock in her other
hand. She was talking to him quietly, as she pumped his big cock. She held
it close to her belly as her hand quickly ran up and down the length of
what must have been about seven inches. I remembered briefly thinking how I
couldn't believe that my brother was so well hung. I stood speechless for a
few seconds, as they were unaware that I was watching them.

"C'mon." Stacey said as she jerked his cock. "I know you want to cum. Let
me see what this thing can do."

He closed his eyes tightly and threw his head back.

"That's it. Cum for me like you imagined when you were watching me out the
window. Cover me in cum baby."

All of a sudden my brother groaned and his cock exploded. I never saw so
much cum in my life. I watched as his cock twitched in her hand. Stacey
stepped back a little, and moaned as loads of my brothers cum covered her
tits and belly. The first few blasts even hit her square in the chin. For a
minute there, I didn't think it would ever stop coming out.

My brother was breathing heavily, and Stacey pulled his head into her
shoulder, squeezing them close together again. I watched as my brothers cum
ran down between them, soaking the band of Stacey's bikini bottoms.

"Fuck! that was unbelievable! I've never seen so much cum in my life! You
are a freak!"

I was sickened by the whole scene. My stomach was in knots, as I listened
to Stacey call my brother a freak.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

Stacey looked right at me.

"Anne!"

My brother looked like a deer caught in the headlights. He quickly pushed
Stacey away from him and ran in his room, locking the door.

"What the fuck is going on Stace?"

"Nothing."

"What the fuck do you mean nothing? I just saw the whole thing!"

"So then what are you asking me for?"

"Why the fuck did you do that?"

"What's the big deal?"

"He's my brother!"

"So he's a big boy. Nobody forced him to do anything. Besides, he's got a
nice cock."

"Uuugh. What the hell are you trying to prove?"

"I wasn't trying to prove anything."

"I swear, you better not say a word to anyone about this."

"Yea Anne sure. Like I'd go around telling everybody I jerked off a
weirdo."

"Fuck you Stace! You know what, I think you'd better go."

"Fine, but I don't see what you're so uptight about. I did the kid a
favor."

"I'm sure he's really grateful that you think he's a freak!"

She didn't say anything. She slowly looked down and covered up her breasts
with her arms, turned around and walked away. I heard her get her things
out back and leave through the gate.

I sat silent for a minute, going over the scene in my head. I wondered what
my brother was thinking. I started to think that maybe I did the wrong
thing. After all, Stacey really didn't do anything terrible. I decided to
try and talk to my brother.

I knocked on his door, but he didn't answer. Finally, I just let myself
in. He glanced up at me quickly, and then down at the floor.

"Hey."

No response.

"I uuh. Look, I'm sorry about what happened. It's just that Stacey...Well
Stacey, she's..."

"It's okay, you don't have to apologize."

"Well I just feel bad, I mean..."

"Look just forget about it okay? You didn't do anything. What do you care
anyway?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means why do you give a shit what I do all of a sudden? You haven't
even spoken to me in weeks, and now you walk in here and try to be all
motherly and shit? It'' okay, just go Anne."

"That's fucked up that you would even say that to me! You know what? You
haven't talked to me about anything in nineteen years, never mind the past
few weeks."

"Why would I even bother? You could give a fuck what I do."

"That's not true. How come you talk to everyone else around here but me?
You used to talk to Christine all the time about shit, but whenever I try
to talk to you, you just blow me off. My fucking friend knows more about
you than I do."

"Whatever Anne. You know, If you had any interest in anyone but yourself,
you'd probably know the answer to that. But you are so fucking self
absorbed, you don't even bother to open your eyes and see what's going on
around you."

I didn't know what to say. I couldn't believe he was saying all this shit
to me. I've tried to talk to him, and he always blows me off, now he's
blaming me.

He glared at me through his dark hair hanging in his face. His blue eyes
cut right through me. I could feel myself starting to cry, and I wanted to
get the hell out of there.

"Fine. It's all me okay? I'm just an inconsiderate fucking bitch who
doesn't care about anyone but herself! That's why I came in here right? I
can't believe you! You fucking avoid me like the plague, and you always
have. Now you want to say it's all me then fine. I'll go."

I turned to walk away, and he got up and grabbed my shoulder. He spun me
around and threw me down on his bed. He assumed the shy look I had been so
used to, and sat down next to me. He put his arm around my shoulder and
pulled me into him.

"I'm sorry. You're right it's not you."

"No shit!"

"Look, there's something I have to tell you. I never told you because I
thought you would hate me. But I can see that you do, so I guess you should
know."

"What are you talking about? I don't hate you."

"Well I'm glad."

He paused for a minute, and looked down at the floor. I bumped into him,
and he looked back at me.

"Well what do you have to tell me?"

"I love you Anne."

"I love you too."

"No I mean, I love you."

I giggled nervously.

"I know that, but..."

"No... you don't get it."

He stood up and began to pace the room.

"Anne, I love you. Not like a sister. I mean like a sister, but more. I
think about us...you...and I mean I want to be with you."

I had no idea what he was saying. Actually, I did, I just couldn't believe
he was saying it.

"What are you talking about?"

"It wasn't Stacey that I was looking at today. It was you. I think about
you all the time."

He walked over to his closet and pulled out a pile of clothes. They were
all mine! Bras and underwear, even shirts, and dumped them on the floor in
front of me. I bent down and began to rifle through the clothes.

"Where did you get these? I've been looking for this stuff forever."

"I took them from you. I'm sorry."

"Why? What the hell do you want with my clothes...?"

And then it hit me. Everything he was just saying hit me like a ton of
bricks. My brother wants me! My own brother. I started to feel queasy. I
realized I was wearing nothing but a bikini and I started to feel
self-conscious. I wrapped my arms tightly around myself and crossed my
legs.

"How long...Have...Did you..."

"A couple of years."

I didn't know what to do. I started to feel sick, and I just got up and ran
out of the room. I ran into my own room and locked the door.

My head was spinning, and I felt like I wanted to vomit. My own brother!
The thought was turning my stomach. How could this happen. He was obsessed
to the point where he was stealing my clothes. What else was he doing? He
was spying on me today. I wondered when else he spied on me. What was he
doing. I imagined what he could have been doing and my skin started to
crawl. Stacey was right after all, he is a freak.

I laid on my bed for hours, with thoughts of my brother running through my
head. I could hear him moving around the house, and it made me sick. I knew
I couldn't be near him ever again. I wondered if my sister knew any of
this. I wanted to call her, but what the hell would I say?

I started to get tired. I closed my eyes and tried to forget about
everything. I wished I could just go back in time and avoid all of this. My
stomach was a giant knot, as the events of the day ran through my head. I
started to focus on Stacey and my brother. I could see her hand pumping his
cock, and his cum soaking her. I wondered if he was thinking of me. I
remembered the way he looked at me in his room. His dark blue eyes piercing
through me. I realized, as disgusted as I was by the whole thing, he was
still my brother. I didn't want to hate him. I didn't want him to hate
me. I decided to go and talk to him.

I got out of bed and walked to his room. I couldn't hear anything inside,
so I opened the door. The room was dark, but I could see him sleeping in
his bed. I walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. I watched him
sleep. He looked so innocent. I brushed the hair from his face and he
stirred. I wanted to cry, as I thought about how hard this must be for
him. I mean, I'm sure he didn't ask for this. It's not like we get to
choose who we love. I'm sure he didn't wake up one morning and decide to
fall in love with me. I can't imagine being in love with someone for so
long, and not being able to say anything to anyone. How did this happen? I
wanted to wake him up and tell him it would be okay. I wanted to hug him
and tell him I wasn't mad.

I stood up, pulled his covers back, and slipped in next to him. I pressed
myself against his back, and threw my arms around him, squeezing him
tight. He adjusted himself to me, and then settled back down.

His skin felt warm, and my delicate body felt comfortable nestled against
his strong back.

"Anne? What are you doing?"

"I don't know."

He turned around to face me, and sat up. I looked into his eyes, as they
scanned me up and down.

"You're still wearing your bathing suit."

"Oh...yea...I guess I never changed."

"Look I'm sorry. Forget about what I said. I don't want you to hate me. I
couldn't stand that. I'll talk to someone..."

"I don't hate you. I'm sorry I acted the way I did. It's not your fault. I
love you. Not quite the same way, but you're my little brother, and I can't
hate you."

He struggled for something to say.

"I'm sorry I took your clothes and stuff. I'll give them back..."

"It's okay, you can keep them. I don't want that stuff anyway."

He smiled and laid back down. I put my head on his chest, and he played
with my hair. I draped my leg over his, and my knee brushed against his
stiff cock.

Oh my God what was I doing? I know he wouldn't do anything to me, but this
must be torture for him. I couldn't believe I could be so
inconsiderate. How could I do this to him? I quickly pulled away from him
and sat up. I think we both knew the reason.

"Uh...I'm sorry. I just wanted you to know that I didn't hate you. I should
go back to my room now."

"No. please just stay with me. I know that we can't ever, I mean I would
never...I just want to be next to you."

"I really don't think that's the best idea right now."

"I'll go put some clothes on. Just stay."

"I don't want you to put clothes on. I mean, I do...uh I should go."

"Yea okay, You're probably right."

He sank back down and slid himself away from me. I kicked my legs out of
the bed and sat up. I didn't really want to go. I wished I could just
stay. I glanced back at him, and he averted his eyes from me.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Today, with you and Stacey..."

He rolled his eyes and sighed.

"She surprised me. I didn't want that, but it was happening before I could
stop it."

"So you didn't like it?"

"Well, yea, I mean it felt really good, but I don't like her."

"Have you ever done anything like that before?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, have you ever...you know...been with anybody?"

He looked back down. "no."

"Why not?"

"I don't know. It's not like I have girls lined up outside my door."

"That's stupid. You are a good looking guy, you could have any girl."

"Not any girl."

"Well...uh...yea you know what I mean."

"Yea."

We were silent for a few minutes. I don't know what came over me, but I
stood up and undid my bikini top and let it fall to the floor. I turned
around to face my brother. I slowly slid my bottoms down past my knees,
around my ankles and stepped out of them. Neither one of us spoke as I slid
back under the covers and nestled in close to my brother. I could feel his
cock pressing against my tummy. It felt hot, and twitched as soon as it
touched my skin. I moved closer to him.

"I think you could have any girl."

We stared in each other's eyes. I felt his hand reach out and rest on my
side. I held my breath as he touched me for the first time. I could feel
his hands trembling as he slid them slowly across my hips and side.

"Are you sure you want to do this."

"No. But I'm sure that I love you. I want to be a part of your life. I want
to talk to you. If this is the only way, then I guess I'm okay with
it. Besides, I think I may be a little jealous of Stacey. She was closer to
you than I ever was."

"You don't have to do this. I will love you no matter what."

"I know, and I love you too. I want to do this."

He pulled me close to him, and our lips met for the first time. He kissed
me gently, and parted my lips with his tongue. I felt dizzy as we kissed. I
became aware of his throbbing cock pressing against my belly. I wrapped my
hand around it gently. My brother inhaled deeply as my hand made contact
with it. It felt even bigger than it looked. I gently began to move my hand
up and down his shaft. His hips began to buck, and he kissed me harder. I
pushed him away.

"Slow down." I whispered.

"Take your time and relax. Just go slow."

He nodded apologetically.

"It's okay, I just want you to enjoy this."

I took both his hands and sat both of us up. I positioned myself so I was
sitting between his legs. I wrapped my legs around him, and placed his
hands on my body. I moved them around, touching every part of me. His cock
sat straight up between us, and throbbed wildly. His pink head was
glistening with fluid. His hands began to move on their own over my
body. He gently caressed my breasts, carefully stroking and pinching my
stiffening nipples. My pussy was getting wet as I gave in to the situation
unfolding before me. I leaned in and we began to kiss again.

His hands were fondling my tits, and he began to kiss and bite my neck. I
quickly grabbed his cock with both hands, and began to smear his sticky
fluid up and down. It was absolutely gushing with fluids, and my hands slid
easily up and down it's length. I began to move faster, as he started to
fuck my hands. I could feel it start to swell, and I knew he was going to
cum soon. I pulled my self back and began to stroke his cock as fast as I
could with one hand, while letting my other hand fondle his balls.

"You better give me as much as you gave Stacey today."

He grunted loudly, and soon I got what I asked for. The first stream shot
straight into the air, and landed on my legs. I have never seen someone cum
so much in my life. It lasted for at least a full minute, drenching us both
in his cum.

"That was amazing! Is it always that much?"

He nodded.

My pussy aced to be touched, so I grabbed his hand and slipped it between
my legs. I gently guided his fingers in a circle over my throbbing clit. I
moaned as his fingers danced over my pussy. It wasn't too long until I my
first orgasm hit me. I bucked my hips against his probing fingers until I
came.

I needed to taste his cock. I quickly threw him back and slid myself
down. I licked it up and down, savoring the taste of it. I could barely fit
the whole thing in my mouth as it began to grow to it's full size again. In
no time, I was pumping my face up and down the shaft of my brother's cock,
when I suddenly felt him grab me and pull me up. I knew what he wanted, so
I spun myself around and rested my pussy on his face. It took a few minutes
for him to find his "groove", but he eventually found it, and ate my pussy
to another glorious orgasm. Soon after, his cock exploded in my mouth,
sending what felt like gallons of hot cum down my throat.

I needed to feel him inside me. Before his dick had a chance to get soft, I
was sliding my self on top of it. It stretched me to the point where it
almost hurt. Soon he was sliding in and out of me easily. We fucked for
what seemed like hours, rocking my body with so many orgasms, I lost
count. It was late by the time we fell asleep.

When I woke up next to my brother the next morning, and felt his hard cock
pressed against my ass, and his strong arms holding me tightly, the only
regret I had was that we didn't do this sooner.