EroticReverie

 It was one of the biggest mistakes I made letting my brother prove himself to me, by allowing him to go down on me.

Because two days later I was in my girlfriends bedroom, with her face in between my thighs, imagining my brother instead.

Trust me, I love my girlfriend, and she’s hot as hell, and her skills in the bedroom aren’t lacking what so ever. However, there was something about the way my brother licked my pussy that night. It was incredibly hot, incredibly dirty. He’d made me question whether I really was actually gay. He’d confused me. And while my girlfriend had her hot face buried between my legs, my mind shouldve been focused on her. focused on cumming all over her face. But instead, I was focused on what it meant that I couldn’t stop thinking about my brother, a male. Was it because he was my brother that it was so good? Was it a bond, a connection only family would have that made the experience so much more intense than when I was with women?

Before my brother made me cum, my girlfriend would only have to spend 10 minutes, max, to get me off, and she was going on a full 20 down there. I felt bad, that it was taking me longer than normal, and I could tell she was getting frustrated, so I closed my eyes and arched my back, and thought about him. Imagining it was his mouth, imagining it was him, I felt myself start to actually work towards an orgasm, and opened my eyes to look down at him, to see his eyes peering up at me from down between my thighs, and realized for a moment I’d actually tricked myself, because they were her eyes, I grabbed her hair and pushed her face into my cunt, grinding my pussy on her, riding her tongue, and falling back, grabbing my tits, rolling my hips into her face, bucking them wildly, trying to get myself to cum. And nothing.

After I’d gotten home, I was frustrated, not only because I couldn’t cum, but because I hadn’t gotten a release. I walked past my mother and father , hugging them both and kissing them on the cheek, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and went up the stairs and opened my brothers door aggressively and stood there as he sat on the edge of his bed, playing a video game on his television, only glancing up for a second and then back to his game, lifting the controller as he moved through the game.

“Don’t you knock?” he asked, but he didnt sound upset about it as his thumbs worked the buttons of the controller. I thought about the way he’d used his thumb on my clit. “I mean , what if I was jerking off?” he said jokingly as he whipped the controller upwards and cursed as he lost the game.

I closed his door behind me. “You just had your mouth on my pussy two days ago, and you’re afraid  i’ll see your dick?”

He laughed and got up and set the controller on his entertainment center and walked over. 

“I’m not afraid. YOU should be.” he smirked and licked his lips at me.

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever.” I said, of course now wondering what that meant, was it big? was it thick? was it both? And why did I care? The thought of a mans genitals usually did nothing for me, and if anything turned me off. But my mind was wandering, and I stepped to the side and past him and towards his tv. “ What are you playing?” I asked him and when I ’d turned around he was lifting his shirt off over his head and tossing it into his hamper.

“What are you doing?” I asked him as if he was expecting something to happen.

He gave me the don’t flatter yourself face. “Taking my shirt off, is that okay? I was just about to go take a shower.”

“Oh…” I said.

I stood there awkwardly. He waited.

“Sooooo…did you come in here for something..orrrr?” he asked scratching himself in the groin, and adjusting himself in his gym shorts. I rolled my eyes.

“You seriously can’t wait to scratch yourself when you’re in the bathroom?” I scoffed.

He laughed. “You’re in MY room.” He grabbed his towel from the back of his desk chair and walked towards his door and turned around. “I’m going to take a shower…weirdo.” he teased and left his room.

I looked around and growled to myself, and walked over to his dresser and removed the top from his body spray and smelled it, and instinctively bit the corner of my lower lip as I replaced the cap and closed my eyes inhaling his scent. I hated myself so much, what was wrong with me.

I looked around his room, and laid on my back on his bed and stared at the ceiling. I stared at the poster above his bed, it was a random brunette with huge tits in a red bikini on her knees with her hands in the sand between her legs. Her hands on top of one another, forcing her tits to squeeze together between her arms in the bikini top that barely covered her tits. I stared at her wondering what her nipples looked like, wondered if her pussy was completely shaved, wondered what she sounded like when she moaned. Wondered how many times my brother jerked off to her laying in his bed. Wondered how his cock fit in his hand as he stroked himself. Fuck. I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed and slapped both of my hands on the top of the bed beside me. I couldn’t stop thinking about him sexually. I sat there wondering again if he’d been thinking anymore about what happened a few days ago. Or if it was already forgotten, since he proved his point.

I didn’t realize how much time I’d wasted laying on his bed imagining him jerking off until he walked in with a white towel around his waist, shaking excess water from his hair as he walked in, stopping and seeing me still in his room. He smiled and laughed.

“Can I help you? Or are you just bored tonight?” he asked as he walked over to his dresser, my mind secretly wishing his towel would fall to the floor so I could have a better picture in my mind the next time I imagined him jerking himself off, or imagined him putting himself where he stuck his fingers…NO. God no. What was I thinking. 

“I…I have a problem.” I said turning a little on the bed facing him as he pulled a pair of grey sweatpants from his drawer and tossed them on the end of the bed.

“Yeah? what’s wrong?” he said asked, as he twirled his finger in a circle, while pointing at the floor. “Turn around if you dont want to see your brothers dick…” then he chuckled. “ or dont turn around…ya know..if ya want to see it.”

I didn’t turn.

He raised his brows. “I said turn arou…” he started.

“I heard you.” I said.  “That’s part of the problem. Ever since the other day..you and your …your stupid mouth…your fingers…everything..i think about everything. It’s so annoying. You should have never done that.” I said and he cut me off.

“Me?! “ he shouted then lowered his voice. “ Me? So it’s all MY fault. It’s not like I begged for it. Don’t even blame this on me. That’s fucked up. ” he scoffed and I could tell he was starting to get upset.

“No..it was both of us.” I corrected myself. “I know that.” I said apologetically.

“So what..what do you want me to do about it?” he asked still standing in his towel.  “You don’t think I’ve been thinking about it too? I have. Every second. I’ve been walking around the house trying to hide boners for the past 48 hours, because everytime I see you..I taste you. I hear you in my head, moaning. It’s fucking with my head too. I don’t know what to tell you. “ he said and walked behind me, on the other side of his bed, I heard the towel get tossed onto the bed behind me and his feet as he stepped into his sweatpants, he walked back around the bed, the sweatpants hung low on his waist, and my eyes studied the V that his pelvis created. I inhaled sharply and bit my lip. He didn’t notice , and sat on the bed beside me.

“Look..” he started lifting his hand, palm towards the ceiling, using his hands to explain.

“I don’t regret doing it. Yeah, it’s weird, even though we said it wouldn’t be. We probably SHOULDN’T have done it, but it’s too late and we have to deal with it.” he shrugged. “Maybe…after awhile we’ll forget about it. You know..after enough time passes, it’ll be something we only think of every now and then. Ya know..” he said starting at the floor now. 

We sat in silence for a few minutes, and i turned to him lifting my one leg up onto the bed, bent at the knee, my other foot on the floor.

“I can’t cum.” I blurted out.

He looked at me. “Huh?”

“I can’t cum.” I said again.

“No I heard you, but what do you mean.. I didn’t make you cum?” he asked.

“No. YOU did. And now, because of you…because of us…and what happened…I can’t cum. I can’t cum masturbating, I cant cum with Stacy either. She ate me out for like 30 minutes, and nothing, not even close! I mean..I started to get there….when I..” i stopped.

“When you what?” he asked, now turning towards me in the same position.

“When i pictured you doing it…” i finished. “THEN…i started to get closer, and THEN i couldnt…because I opened my eyes and it was HER….so I can’t cum. And I havent been able to since you made me.” 

“It’s only been two days.” he said trying to justify why I couldn’t climax.

“No you don’t understand, Stacy makes me cum EVERY single time, and within minutes most times. And…I was barely even turned on till I pictured you. And stacy is fucking hot…like really hot…” my brother nodded his head in agreement. 

“Yeah she is “ he said.

“And she’s amazing with her tongue, but…I just..couldnt get off, or even get close. “ I said in distress. “And I tried masturbating the other night, afterwards, because…okay, i admit, it was good, like really fucking good. And it turned me on to think about it. So I tried to cum again later that night…nothing. The next morning in the shower…nothing.” I said frustrated.

He looked at me and then kinda looked from side to side. “Soooo…I don’t know what to say…” he said.

I sighed and then threw myself back on his bed in frustration and growled and ran my fingers through my hair and then laid my arms above my head. “Why?! Why did we have to do that?! What if I never cum ever again?” I whined dramatically.

“Oh stop it…that’s not gonna happen.” he said. “I mean..”

He paused.

“What?” I asked looking up at him and he leaned back and propped himself up on one elbow beside me, his eyes on my stomach, where my shirt had raised when I laid back.

“What if…I mean,..you know how as a kid, you get a new toy….and you’re really excited about it…and you play with it every day all day for like a week, and then you get sick of it when something else comes along? Maybe…I mean…maybe either..Stacy is the toy…or…girls were the toy…and now..you’ve been with a guy…and you’re sick of the old toy. “ I looked at him. “I mean, maybe you’ll go back to the old toy…cause you really,  REALLY like it…but..maybe you’re bored with it for now?” he said questioning his own theory.

“Hmmmm” I said staring up at his ceiling, thinking about his theory, and thinking maybe he was right I as I lay admiring the bikini brunette again.  “Or…” i started and then looked at him and laid my hand across my stomach and watched his eyes follow it as i played with the hem on the bottom of my shirt. “Or maybe….you’re the toy.” I said.

His eyes looked up at me and he laughed. “how am I the toy?”

“Maybe, you’re the brand new toy…that i really like…and have to play with…till im sick of it. Then I’ll go back to my old toys.” 

His eyebrows raised and  he inhaled, and exhaled slowly giving my theory thought as well.

“Maybe.” was all he said and I traced my fingertips over the top of my leggings, along the smooth skin of my lower belly and watched his eyes shift towards my hand.

“I feel bad that you cant cum.” he said after clearing his throat and looking back up at me.

I bit my lip. “ so….” I started and moved my hand and reached over and grabbed his and laid it on my lower tummy over my pants. “Help me.” I said softly.

“Jesus…” he said, his hand slipping down over my leggings , and pushing softly against the tiny mound between my thighs. “I don’t know if we should do this again.” he said rubbing me already through the thin fabric of my leggings and panties.

“Please.” i asked him and looked up at him , looking at me, I parted my mouth and inhaled, exhaling as i rolled my hips into his hand. “Make me cum.” I whispered, breathing quickly and quietly as he rubbed my pussy in circles over my clit. “I need to cum so bad.” I told him as I reached up with my one hand behind his neck and pulled him down to me and brought his face close to mine, his mouth hanging open as i panted beneath him. “Do it.” I whimpered. “Make me cum.”

I was squirming beneath him like crazy and spread my legs as he still rubbed me through my leggings.

I grabbed his face with both hands as my mouth fell open and I inhaled sharply, gasping as his hand worked faster. “ Yes yes yes yes” I repeated , my lips barely brushing his as I moaned my request for more, looking into his eyes, his upper body hovering over mine as he still laid beside me propped up on one elbow still. Working me hard.

I was so close to cumming when he stopped and sat up.

I panted. “what…what are you doing..dont stop.” I said looking up at him as he got  up off the bed and stood on the side of the bed by my feet,, i could see his dick, hard in his sweatpants, he reached up and grabbed the top of my leggings pulling them down viciously and his hand grasping my panties pulling them hard , causing my hips to lift a little before they ripped right off. His hands pushed my thighs apart and curled his arms up under them pulling me towards the edge of the bed. His pushed my legs, from beneath my thighs, pushing my knees towards my chest, I laid on my back with my legs bent in the air, spread open.

He held his hand by his crotch, first rubbing his dick through his pants, and then slipping his fingers right between my pussy lips and into my cunt, fucking me with his fingers, hard, the sound of my wet cunt filling his bedroom as my hand flew towards his pillow grabbing it and putting it over my face, biting it, moaning into it as he let me have it.

Jesus christ. His fingers felt so good, they were longer, reaching depths no womans fingers ever had, curling inside me. I gripped the pillow suffocating myself as i held it tighter to my face moaning. A muffled “Fuckkkkk” as i felt him bring me right back to the edge of cumming.

He had grabbed the pillow and ripped it from my face tossing it across the room and he slipped a third finger inside of me.

“Shhhiiiiiiittttt” I gasped covering my mouth as he finger fucked my tight cunt. I could smell my sex in the room, I could feel it dripping on his bed, I was going to cum,

As he curled his fingers again as he drilled them in and out of my pussy, my legs began to tremble, my toes curled harder, and I squeaked loudly as I tried to hold in my moan. My body shaking as another forbidden sibling induced orgasm rocked my entire body.

He slowed down and got on his knees, and removed his fingers, his tongue now tending to my soaked cunt, lapping his tongue slowly over it, cleaning up the wet mess. My body shivering every time his tongue met my clit. He stopped and sucked on it. I lowered my legs and lifted my butt from the bed, squirming to get away from his mouth, his arms curled around my thighs, holding me on his mouth, as he sucked and licked my clit till I came again.

My hands were on his head when i came and I pulled his face into my cunt, smothering his mouth with my pussy.

I shrieked when I took my hands off his head and he kept going, lapping his tongue over my clit, driving me absolutely insane, cumming again, a third fucking time.

“oh fuckkkk” i squealed and then reached down and covered my pussy with both hands, unable to take anymore.  “oh my goddd” i whimpered as i nursed my sensitive cunt.  He stood up and then grabbed my hands, pushing them aside and sliding his fingers back inside my cunt. fucking me slowly.

My body was overcome and I laid looking up at my brother, as he grinned, sliding them in and out of me slowly.

“I love the sounds you make when you cum” he said.

I whimpered and he took his one finger out, and jammed three back into me, hard.

“Yeah…those noises” he grinned. Doing it again, forcing me to make the same sound.

“If I’m being honest…” he started as he pulled his fingers out slowly watching my face as my eyes begged for them to be back inside me. He leaned down, putting his mouth close to mine, as he pushed them back inside me , holding them inside me.

“I might be the toy…” he said as I gushed on his fingers. “But, I doubt you’ll ever get sick of me.” he said lowering his mouth to my clit, licking as he fucked my pussy with his fingers. Sucking it again, toying with my cunt.

And I hate to admit it, but I think he might be right. I don’t know if I’ll ever get over the way it feels when my brother makes me cum.