EroticReverie

Candice 

“Dude, your brother got so fucking hot” my friend Anna says and I scrunch my nose and look at her with disgust. 

“Don’t even” I say to her as she stares at my brother Gavin , who is five years older and now back at home after going to college. He was twenty five now and yeah, okay, he definitely wasn’t the scrawny awkward boy he was when he’d left for college. I’d noticed over the past few years from when he’d visit home on the holidays or post pictures of college parties , that he was no longer the quiet boy with a bit too much acne and the body of a stick. He’d somehow cleared his skin, like he’d never had a fucking zit in a day of his life. And his scrawny gangly frame ? Yeah. There was no more of that. He’d even grown a little more it seemed in height. He had to be at least six four now and while he wasn’t muscular in the way a body builder is. He’d definitely put muscle in his arms and his torso was cut with an effortless six pack that he didn’t even have to flex for anyone to see.  

He was currently dressed as a “fire fighter”. Minus a shirt.  So he was wearing baggy khaki colored pants with the reflective tape around the bottoms of the pants , with large black boots and had red suspenders and a cheap red plastic fire man’s hat. He looked like he belonged in one of those hot male model calendars, holding a puppy or something. 

Our parents were out of town and gave us permission to have a party in the house. As long as we made sure our friends were responsible and either slept over or took an uber home if they were drinking. 

I was eighteen and doing the same thing he did. Taking a year off before college. So the only people in town to attend were my friends that were either also taking a year off or going to a local or nearby college. 

Him and his friends were all either twenty five or early twenties and some even a bit older. Some of them flirting with girls my age. Some of them with their own girlfriends. 

“Okay, but. He totally is. Look at him” my friend Gabby says and I groan and take a sip of my beer from the orange plastic cup. 

“He’s my brother you guys. Don’t be gross” I say. Even though. If he wasn’t my brother. He’d probably be the first guy here to gain my attention. And even though he was my brother, he was unfortunately the only guy here.  With my fucking attention.  And when I realized that I decided it’s been too long with getting laid and forced myself to try and find a suitable option to get upstairs to my room. 

I was dressed like Cher. Not the singer. The nineties Clueless movie Cher. Complete with the well known yellow plaid jacket and skirt that was much shorter than hers in the movie. And a cropped yellow baby tee that was tight and when my jacket was open enough let everyone know I’d decided to not wear a bra tonight. My nipples were hard and pressed against the top. My perky firm c cups sitting nice and fucking pretty. I had great tits and was already dreading the toll gravity would take on them.  The whiteThigh high stockings came up mid thigh and I was wearing chunky Mary Jane toe black shoes on my feet that gave my five seven height an extra inch or two.  Even my panties matched the outfit. Do you know how hard it is to find a pair of cute and sexy yellow panties? 

I ignore my friends as they keep droning on about my brother under their breath. Trying to keep myself from listening so I didn’t have to admit to myself that my shirtless brother was having an effect on my freshly shaved pussy and new yellow panties. 

I flirt with a few guys from our graduating class.  A few of the college aged guys too. But all of his friends are soon redirected to someone else when my brother keeps coming up and telling them to set their sights elsewhere. 

I roll my eyes at him each time and tell him he’s  not that fun at parties and we’re all just having fun. 

“Yeah. Well. I know what kind of fun they want. And they’re not having it with my little sister” he says and I just flutter my lashes as I roll my eyes. 

“I’m not little. I’m eighteen” I say. 

“Yeah. Well I’m not gonna let them screw my little sister” he says and I scrunch my nose. 

“Please don’t worry your pretty little head about who I screw. It’s weird” I say and he just lets out a short laugh. 

“Could you have picked a skirt any shorter Candy?” He asks shaking his head at me with disapproval.  Only he ever called me Candy. Everyone else called me by my full name. Candice. 

“It’s just a costume” I say defensively. And I watch as he looks down. His eyes on my skirt. He leans back and , and …is he looking at my ass right now?  

“Well your fuckin ass is almost hanging out.” He says. 

“Tell the rest of the males I said you’re welcome” I say and he looks at me and cocks his brow. 

I laugh and take a sip of beer and then look at him again as he gives me his older brother scolding stare. 

I roll my eyes. 

“Oh please. It’s Halloween. I have more clothes on than half of the girls here” I say. 

“Those girls aren’t my sister” he says. 

“Then maybe look at their asses instead of mine” I say with as much sass as I can manage. 

“Right” he says and his eyes are on me and they make me uncomfortable in the most awkward way. As if he’s telling me something more than his disapproval of my costume choice. But.. maybe a secret approval? 

No. No Candice. What the hell is wrong with me. 

“Yeah well I’m gonna go hang out with my friends. Later loser” I say teasingly and he gives an eye roll of his own and I laugh as I walk away. Swearing I feel his green eyes on my ass as I leave him for the back of the house. 

Kieran , a guy from the graduating class last year and a brief boyfriend of mine when I was in tenth grade is flirting with me. Standing close to me in the kitchen as we drink from our cups. Laughing and talking about funny little stories from high school when my brother shows up again giving him a death stare. 

“Gavin” I sigh as Kieran clears his throat and walks away from my brothers over bearing protective stance and glare. 

“Get a new hobby. Quit ruining my vibe” I tell him as he looks down. His eyes on my chest. 

“You need to go put a bra on. Everyone in this fuckin house is staring at your tits” he says and cross my arms and consciously.  The liquor and beer was making me warm and I’d removed my costume jacket. 

“YOU go out a bra on” I say and poke him in his bare chest.  “Everyone’s looking at YOUR tits” I say and I watch him fight back a small smile. Amused by my half drunken slur of a few words. 

“I’m a guy” he says. 

“And I’m a girl, and don’t care. Why is my chest any different than yours ?” I say , ready to go all feminist on him for making my tits an issue.

“Because yours are bigger than mine and mine don’t make guys think about my sister naked” he says and I cock a brow. 

“Nobody is thinking about me naked” I say and narrow my eyes. 

“I know for a fact that’s not true.” He says and looks down at them again and then I see his tongue slip over his lip and then his eyes lift to my face.  My mouth. Then my eyes. I inhale , my chest swelling slightly with the intake of air and his eyes drop again.

“Definitely not true Candy” he says and I swallow hard. My nipples which were somewhat under control , now prick and point directly at him. 

“Candy” he says as we stand there and I have to be imaging to the tension. It has to be a one way thing. He is definitely not insinuating what I think he is. 

We’ve both been drinking. And maybe a bit too much because I’m not imagining it. Because he leans in and brings his mouth to my ear. 

“I am begging you, to put a fucking bra on before something bad happens” he says. 

“Like..like what?” I answer as he draws back and looks down at me. 

“I think you know what” he says and then lifts his cup and I inhale deeply again. His eyes going back to my breasts. 

“Fuck” he mutters. Shaking his head and walking away.