EroticReverie

*commission win*

My brother had left me laying in bed dripping his cum between my thighs, laying in the wet spot of my arousal. Left me to lay there feeling dirty, feeling wrong, feeling....like I wanted more. 

The next day, I walked to school, opting out of taking my car, because it was nice out, and it was more of a hassle leaving the lot when school let out.  My brother has already left for work early, before any of us were up, so I didnt have to worry about the awkward moments at breakfast, still unsure of how to act around him. 

I spent the entire day seeking the seam of my jeans as I squirmed in my seat. My cunt aching and soaking my panties through, and even onto my jeans.  I couldn't wait to go home and release the tension that had built up all day thinking about what he did to me. What I let him do to me. 

During my last class, after I'd finished my test, waiting for others, I turned it in, unable to take it any longer. Grabbing a hall pass, I went to the girls room, took the farthest stall with nobody else in the restroom, dropped my pants, sat on the toilet and spread my knees. 

Leaning my head back against the tiled wall, back arching over the back of the toilet, I let my fingers find my begging clit. 

"ohh" I shuddered at my own touch as soon as my fingers stroked my clit. 

I bite my lower lip and rubbed my clit, around and around, up and down, playing with myself, eyes closed....thinking of him.  I thought about all the times he'd snuck into my bed, all the times he'd touched me. 

I inhaled as my finger slipped down and up inside me, not quite easing the ache of my core. Needing him, needing more, I shoved a second finger inside of myself. 

I felt the slight stretch, but still felt hollow. I pumped my two fingers anyways and fucked myself in the rhythm that he'd used last night , not too hard, but fast. I panted as I let my cunt soak my fingers , secretly ashamed of how wet I was thinking about him. 

I heard the door to the bathroom open, but didnt stop as I slid my fingers out and rubbed my clit again. I heard the stall a few stalls down close as I kept massaging my clit, my heels of my sneakers lifting from the floor as my toes pushed against the floor, my hips chasing my own touch as I held in my breath, mouth agape as I rubbed and rubbed and slowed when the wet sounds of pussy were too evident. I bite my lip hard as the toilet flushed and the person exited the stall, washing their hands, and then leaving. 

When no other footsteps were heard , I chased my pending release. I moaned his name quietly, my other hand grabbing my breast through my shirt as I came . A tiny squeak sounded from my mouth as I came, my legs trembling, and my feet lowering back , flat on the floor as I sunk, limp limbed, and relaxed in my bliss , still rubbing. Making tiny jolts shoot through me as I rubbed my sensitive clit. 

A minute later, I cleaned myself up, washed my hands and returned to class, wondering if it was evident on my face, with the flush of my cheeks , what i'd been doing. 

As soon as the bell rings and it's time to go, I gather my things and ditch my friends that are going to the mall to go home and rub the hell out of myself again, already craving my next release. 

I walk fast and when I turn onto my street , I jump as a car honks its horn. 

Spinning around I see my brother in his SUV as he rolls up next to me. 

"Lost little girl? Want some candy?" he grins jokingly. 

I roll my eyes. 

"Stranger danger." I say trying to not be awkward, trying to not look at him like he was inside of me. 

I turn and keep walking. 

"Cmon get in." he says. 

I laugh with a little eye roll. "The house is right there." I say gesturing to our house, four houses ahead of where we are. 

"Cmonnnn, get innnn, let me be a good big brother." he gives a quick wink. 

I feel my nipples tighten. Fuck. This isn't good. 

I sigh and pull at the handle , opening the door and sliding in, closing the door. I turn grabbing my seat belt, and when I turn back his face is there, his hand on my neck as his lips push to mine. 

My eyes widen in horror, and I jerk back and push him away.

"Jon!" I exclaim and hold my fingers to my mouth. 

"What are you doing?!" I shriek as he comes to kiss me again, this time grabbing my breast as he leans over. 

I push him back again.

"Saying hello to my little sister." he grins. 

He leans in again. I push him a third time. 

"Knock it off! " I say, looking around, making sure nobody is looking out their windows, or walking on the street. 

"Oh come on...you'll let me inside you, but not kiss you?" he cocks a brow. 

"That's....that's not....I ...don't..." I can't find the words I want to say, unsure of what I even want to say. 

"Or are we going to pretend what happens under your covers at night isn't real?" He quirks a brow, with a slight grin. 

"Don't be an asshole." I say. 

His brows lift. "An asshole?" he scoffs. 

"I can be an asshole if you want Janey." he says, then turns forward and puts his foot the gas, making it hit the floor as he peels off. Tires screeching I scream.

"Stop!" I shriek. Fumbling for my seatbelt I click it into place as he whips around corners and down a few streets, out of the neighborhood. 

I shriek when he runs stop sign after stop sign, horns honking as he flips the middle finger to them. 

"Jonathan!" I yell. "Please stop!" I whimper and he looks over, giving a little grin and then turns down the road that goes towards thirteen curves and my stomach drops. Thirteen curves is a notoriously dangerous road that climbs in elevation as you go up. The curves are sharp and quick, and the road narrow. 

There's been several accidents and legend is it's haunted by a woman from an accident long ago. 

"No!" I say when he passes the caution: slow sign going well over the speed limit. I feel my heart in my throat when he takes the first curve , making the car feel like it could tip. I close my eyes tight, the panic and fear coursing through me, making me breathe heavy. 

I scream when I open my eyes as another car is coming down around the next curve in the opposite direction that he veers slightly to miss, still going to fast.

"Jon, seriously!" I scream and he just chuckles and goes faster.

"Fuck! Ok! Stop!" I screech as he almost send us off the side of the road and tumbling down the cliff through the trees. Turn after turn, I swear I almost piss myself. 

"I hate you!" I scream, wanting to hit him, but he's already being reckless enough that I dont need to add to the level of danger we're currently at. 

"Jon!"I almost cry. "Please!" 

I slam my hand to the dashboard as car lays on it's horn passing us, Jon laughs and keeps going, seeking the next curve, my stomach drops when I feel like the tires are about to lift from the road on one side. 

"Jon!" I start to cry. "This isnt fucking funny!" I scream.

The bastard gets us past the curves and smirks over at me. 

"How's that for being an asshole?" he grins, speeding down a straight road now. 

He slows and pulls into the lookout point. Most kids my age come here to either fuck, drink, or get high. But that's usually at night and right now there nobody here as I wail my fists on my brother, cursing at him after he's parked. 

"you fucking fuck! I fucking hate you!" I scream, growling as he just laughs, making me even more angry. 

I slap him and then yank my seat belt off and throw open his door and get out. 

"Where you going Janey?" he asks as I stumble out and start to walk from the car, I look back when I hear his door open and he's too quick, before I can break into a run , he's grabbing my arm, yanking me back and pushing me against the side of the car. 

"Asshole!" I scream and push at him. 

"Don't you fucking feel that Janey?!" he says excitedly. 

"The fucking rush!" he yells and grabs my waist, and then pushes himself into me. I can feel something, but it's not the rush he speaks of, but a different one, when I feel how hard he is against my lower belly. 

"The fear...the fucking adrenaline..." he growls , his hands slip up my shirt, and before I know it he's pulling it up and off me, my hands somehow raising obediently. 

Because, fuck. He's right. I was terrified, I still am, my heart pounding in my chest, but met with the pounding between my legs, different rushes clashing together. I don't stop him, when takes the straps of my bra, yanking them down, and ducking his head and sucking on one my tits. 

I gasp, my hand going to the back of his head as I try to form words, but as I can think of is how wet I am, how I havent stopped being wet since last night. 

"I want to fuck you" he groans against my breast, as he unbuttons my jeans, and I don't protest, I let him. 

"Fuck Janey" he groans when I don't argue and let him strip me down. He moves me to my still open door, and bends me over the side of the seat , I push my hands against the center console as he unzips and lifts his hands between my legs, and tests my cunt. 

"Fucking perfect" he says, sinking a finger into my drenched center. 

It's fast, and he doesn't warm me up, he doesn't gently enter me first, and then build up. With our adrenaline going, he thrusts in hard, and doesnt stop going hard the entire time. 

Fast, hard thrusts, making me scream , making my feet almost leave the ground, my tits bouncing , my bra straps dangling off my shoulders. I try to slip my arms out, and Jon unhooks the bra, then it falls down my arms, his hands grab my tits as he fucks me. 

I moan and let him have him, let him use me, right out in the open.