EroticReverie

Tiffany

If he can do it. So can I. 

That’s my mentality as I lay in my room naked on my bed with my phone replaying the video I sent to myself of my brother jerking off to me. 

The power went out thirty minutes ago and the connection to the Internet was shot and making all my apps impossible to browse through to waste time. 

I lower the volume , just barely able to hear the groans and filthy words of my brother. His rough strangled voice barely audible as I stroke my clit with my fingertip. 

I find myself wondering if he really deleted the video and pictures of me from his phone. I also find myself growing wetter than I’ve ever been as I watch the short video over and over again. Squirming against my bed , my legs spreading wider. And then even wider as I listen to the sound of him saying he wants to fuck me. 

I’m stretched wide , my legs nearly in a split as I slide my fingers down and let one slip inside of me and I drop my mouth open with relief as my finger starts to tend to the ache inside of me. 

Fuck this was so disgusting. Yet, I can’t stop. Just like he’d made the excuse of not being able to help himself. I couldn’t either. My brothers cock…is beautiful. I moan and I groan softly. My mind and body conflicted. Pleasured and yet disgusted at the same time. 

“Oh god” I cry softly as I listen to his voice and slip my finger along the side of the phone needing to hear him better. Needing that voice filled with pure fucking need. As perfect as the visual of his cock was , it was his voice, that rough groan behind his words that was making my pussy impossibly wet. 

“Oh shit” I gasp softly as listen to the sound of my pussy, I’m beyond wet. There’s not a word to even describe the trickling mess of arousal that’s dripping down towards my ass. 

Eye for an eye. I tell myself. Orgasm for an orgasm. He owed me. And he’d pay the price without knowing. He wouldn’t find out. I was being a filthy , perverted little hypocrite. Being as disgusting and wrong as he had been. But he wouldn’t have to know. Only I would know how much that part deep down inside me liked it. 

“Oh my god, fuck me” I exhale as I slide a second finger inside of myself and whimper. It’s not enough. My fingers are not enough. I look at his hand gripped tightly around his dick. My mouth waters at the precum leaking from the tip. 

“Fuck me” I pant quietly. “Fuck me Trent” I breathe as my ass pushes off the bed and I fuck my fingers. Masturbating and whimpering to the image on the screen and the hot fucked up words of my own brother. 

“Fuck me” I cry quietly. 

I’m panting , the house so fucking quiet without the buzz of the electricity. The only sounds are the rain whipping against the windows and the cracks of lightning and thunder and me…panting, moaning, whimpering, my brothers voice calling me a slut. My brothers voice talking about fucking me. About cumming inside of me. 

“Fuck I’m gonna cum” I cry to myself. My breath going faster and my legs quivering as I edge toward release. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck yes” I whimper, replaying the video again to take me over the edge. 

“I’m gonna cum all over your cock” I cry softly as my fingers drench me even further , and I moan , back arched and gasp as I climb the last moments toward my release. 

“Oh god, oh-“ I stop. Turning down the volume , and whimper as I hear the sound of footsteps reaching the top stair and heavy footfalls coming down the hall. 

“God damnit” I huff, slipping my fingers slower and slower in and out of my pussy, hoping he’s just going to his room. And annoyed that I won’t be able to turn the volume back up. 

“Tiffy” his voice comes through the door. 

I ignore him and bite my lip, I move my fingers slowly, in and out and then drag them to my clit and rub myself, my clit throbs as he huffs my name again and my eyes roll back as my back arches. 

Say it again. Say my name again I plead silently. 

“Tiffy come on” he says and my fingers are moving quickly. I’m so fucking wet that even rubbing my clit is creating slight wet noises and I feel my cunt clench at the defeated sigh on the other side of my door. 

“Tiffy, just fucking talk to me , Christ, I’m sorry, I know it’s fucked up in a million different ways what I did, I promise I’ll never do it again” he says and I bite my lip hard. 

Maybe I want you to. I think as my orgasm comes closer , maybe I want you to jerk off to me , maybe I want to make you cum. Maybe I want your big dick cumming for me everyday. 

“Tiffy please, we can talk about it, I don’t want you mad at me, fuck, I don’t want shit to be weird between us, I know we fight all the time, but this is different and we need to talk about it, you’re my sister, I fucking love you and don’t want you to be mad at me forever.” He says and I climax. 

It’s the I love you that does it. It’s the sweet genuine words of a brother apologizing to me for her perverted perusal of my body and violation that makes me cum as I violate him just the same. 

I silently explode, my eyes fluttering as I cum so fucking hard that I could cry. Never. It’s never felt this good. Ever. Oh god, what perverted secret kink did I unlock inside of myself. 

I exhale slowly. My fingers slipping away from clit as I sink into the bed my body fucking blissed out and I smile softly with a little hum. 

“It’s fine.” I say finally. 

“It’s not fine. Can you just open your door, please?” He asks and I roll my eyes. He wasn’t going to give up. There was nothing else to distract himself with since the power is out. 

I get up, throw on a pair of sleep shorts and an oversized white shirt and then go to the door and open it. 

He’s shirtless. Yes this is normal. But fuck, not anymore it wasn’t. I hate that it’s not normal anymore. I hate that now I’m imaging touching his chest. God , I wanted to touch everything. But did I really? Or was it just the taboo nature of it that was now making me hot and bothered. Jesus Trent, what have you done, I blame him in my head. 

“Can I Come in?” He asks , looking down at me , he looks sad. If there’s one thing I hate, it’s anyone in my family looking sad. Even if it’s his own fault. 

I step aside and wave a hand. “Fine.” I say and he exhales and steps in and starts pacing. 

I leave the door open since there nobody here but us for this very private and very fucked up conversation. 

I walk over to my bed and sit on the edge, my hands on the edge as I just watch him pace and run his hands through his hair and he rambles on and on repeating the same things over and over. 

I’m sorry.  I fucked up. I know it was wrong. I’m sorry for yelling at you. I’m sorry.  I was so wrong. And on and on and I just listen. 

He stops and faces me and looks at me. 

“Say something Tiffy” he says and I just shrug as his eyes leave mine and focus on a spot just to the side of me. He just stares off to the side of me for several moments and then I decide to look at where he’s staring. 

On my bed, my dark purple sheets, there’s a wet spot the size of a fist. Where I’d dripped , where my pussy has lusted for him. I snatch a pillow and pull it over the spot. My cheeks flaming as I cross my arms and huff, trying to act like he never saw that and that it was nothing. 

“It’s fine. We’ll just pretend today never happened” I say , pretending that I’m not panicking. Pretending that he doesn’t know exactly what that spot is. Pretending he’s not piecing the obvious puzzle together. That I’d masturbated right after finding out what he did.

He says nothing and I eventually look up and he’s staring at the pillow. 

“You can go now.” I say with a huff. 

But he doesn’t. 

“Why when I went to message earlier….was my text thread with you, deleted?” He asks. 

“What?” I say , nervous hearing floods my cheeks. 

“I don’t know” I say with my best fake annoyed voice as I shift uncomfortably. 

“Why would you need to delete my texts with you Tiffy?” He asks.

“I didn’t” I hiss. Lying through my teeth. 

“Bullshit. I never delete my texts” he says and I just stare at him and then look away. 

“Well maybe you did and forgot” I say with a huff and then stand up. 

“You can get out of my room now” I say and he just stands there looking down at me. 

“Why is there a wet spot on your bed?” He asks bluntly my mouth falling open. 

“Get out” I snap as I glare at him. 

“Fuck” he half laughs and then lifts a hand running fingers through his hair. 

“Show me your phone Tiffy” he says. 

“What? No!” I yell. “Get out!”

“What are you hiding ?” He smirks. Crossing his arms. 

“Shut up and get out , I don’t know what you think I’m hiding but I don’t care! Get out!” I yell as I shove him and he laughs. 

“You gotta be fucking kidding” he laughs and then moves around me and snatches my phone. 

“TRENT!” I scream and lunge for him but he turns trying to swipe it open. But my screen has face recognition. So it prompted him to enter a password instead and I reach for my phone. , panic making my blood run quickly through my veins, my heart pounding. 

I screech as Trent grabs me and yanks me against him , my back to him as he holds his arm around me tight. Chasing my face with the screen trying to get it to unlock. 

“Let go of me! You fucking psycho!” I scream at him. 

“Come on. There’s nothing to hide is there?” He fucking taunts as he laughs and then I’m shoved forward falling over the bed and i scream and kick he moves over me. 

His body is ontop of me , straddling me as he sits on my torso and then drops the phone to the side to wrangle my hands together and pin them with just one of his over my head as I buck against him

“Get the fuck off me!!!” I scream and he then snatched the phone and turns it towards me and I keep moving my face side to side shaking my head. This goes on for half a minute until I hear the slight click of the unlocking of the screen and I scream as he laughs and gets off of me and runs with my phone , I fly off the bed and through the house as he runs down the stairs. 

“Give me my fucking phone Trent! You’re not funny!!!”

I scream as I run into the kitchen and he farts around the large island. 

“Stop it!” I scream as I watch him breathe heavily with as much adrenaline as I also have. 

But it’s too fucking late. I know he sees it. 

“Well.” He says and then places the phone on the counter. Screen side up and slides the phone across the counter. It’s our text string and he’s got the message scrolled up to where it shows “him” sending me the video. 

“Explain Tiffy” he says and crosses his arms. 

“I don’t have to explain shit!” I say grabbing my phone. “I only sent it so I had proof of what you did!” 

“Right” he says. “Proof for who? We know you’re not telling mom and dad, so who is that proof for? Your fucking pussy?” He says and my eyes flare and my mouth drops open. 

“You’re disgusting!” I yell. Doubling down on my denial. I would NOT admit to him that I’ve already watched the fucking video nearly thirty times. Especially not admitting I was touching myself while watching it. 

“You’ve always been a bad liar Tiffy” he smirks. 

“Admit it. Admit to me why you really sent that video to yourself , if it was for proof. You didn’t have to delete the texts from my phone, you didn’t want me to know you sent it to yourself. Because you wanted to watch it. You wanted to watch it while you rubbed your fucking pussy for my cock” 

I blink several times. 

“You are so fucking sick and delusional!” I yell at him. 

“Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me that you didn’t see my fucking dick hard for you and get at least a little turned on. Tell me that your body didn’t respond to my dick the way mine did to seeing you on the beach. Tell me that your eyes liked what they say and your body reacted to it whether you wanted it to or not” he crosses his arms and stares me down. 

“See” he says when I just grit my teeth and glare at him. “Now you get it, now you understand that it didn’t matter after I realized it was you on the beach, and now….we’re fucking even you little hypocrite” he says. 

“I’m not a fucking sick piece of shit like you!” I yell and he laughs. 

“Right. Your fucking bedsheets prove otherwise.” He replies with a fucking annoying smug little smirk. 

“Fuck you! That had nothing to do with the video or you!” I yell. 

“Sure it didn’t , keep telling yourself that.” He laughs. 

“Did you fucking cum?” He asks and my eyes flare. “Or did I interrupt?” He smirks. 

“Fuck you!” I yell. And he laughs. 

“So you didn’t cum? Is that why you’re all pissed off?” He taunts and I just growl and scream and he just fucking laughs. 

“Well you have the video” he gestures to my phone. “Go on, go finish being a fucking hypocrite Tiffy” he says.

“I already fucking came!” I yell. Jesus Tiffy. I scold myself for that little outburst. 

His jaw ticks and his eyes grow darker. 

“And it was good, wasn’t it Tiff?” He says and I watch him lick his fucking lips. 

“Shut up, just fucking shut up” I growl at him. 

“It’s a different kind of orgasm when you know what you’re getting off to is wrong, isn’t it?” He says and he stares me down and looks me up and down. 

“When the thing that turns you on shouldn’t” he says. 

“Stop it” I bite out through my teeth. 

“I deleted the videos and pics Tiffy” he says and then places his hands on the counter , the large island separating us. “But not before I sent them myself in an email.”

“You fucking asshole” I hiss. 

“You saw how hard I came for your body” he says and my eyes flare. 

“Best fucking nut I’ve ever had” he says and my lips tighten. 

“You’re disgusting” I snarl. 

“Maybe I am. And maybe it’s fucked up and I shouldn’t ever want to do it again. But maybe at least one of us should be fucking honest here Tiffy” he says and his gaze is fucking not brotherly at all. He’s looking at me like he’s seconds away from rounding this counter and ripping my clothes off and my pussy drips for it. For the tension, no matter how angry I am or want to be. 

“I jerked off to my little sister. Before today. I’ve never looked at you that way. And that’s the fucking truth. I knew I shouldn’t have done what I did , and I did anyways. And because it was so fucked up and wrong, I only got harder.”

“Shut up” I breathe and he shakes his head. 

“No, I won’t, because I’m telling you right now, We might want to pretend that today never fucking happened, that we BOTH didn’t do some fucked up shit, but it’s happened, and what’s the fuckin point in pretending it didn’t when we both know we’re not gonna truly forget it happened.” He says. 

“Maybe I’m fucked up, and I can say I’ll never touch my dick to those pics or video ever again, but I think we know that’s a fucking lie” he says and I swallow. 

“So…you keep that fucking video. Use it or don’t. Delete it or don’t. I don’t fucking care Tiffy, but I’m being as honest as I can. Because I don’t see the point in fucking lying now.” He says. 

“I know that I can’t touch you, I know that I can’t fuck you, not even if I really wanted to…and maybe I’m fucked up for trying to justify it…but I really don’t see the issue in fantasies. So I’m keeping the video and pictures. Because I’ve never gotten off that fucking good” he says groaning slightly and my nipples harden. 

“Fucking-fine” I say. “Are we done here?” I snarl. 

“Guess so” he says. 

I turn and fucking storm back to my bedroom.