The story of Natalie - Part 4: What is better than brotherly love?

I had been touching myself more often since my brother caught me and thoughts of being used again like I was in the alley had made me wet more than once. I really loved those feelings. I never felt like I could get enough time alone though.

My brother? I never thought of him like that. I never felt anything like that with him. Did he just want to see me again? Did he watch to touch me? Did he want to use me too? Did he want me too?

*Now* I was getting wet.

My brother had always like a girl in his class. She didn't like him though, and he didn't seem to have any success convincing her. Or really, convincing the girls in general to date him. He's a good brother. He never let anyone talk about me poorly and I never felt scared around him. He always made safe and I liked being near him. He was funny too once he gets comfortable. He didn't look bad either. His hair was curly and he had good lips. Kissable lips now that I look at him in this new light. Lips that I wanted to touch me.

"Why?" I stammered out. "Nevermind." he quickly responded and turned his attention back to the TV. Did I lose the chance to get touched again? Did I want his touch? "I just said why", I asked unsure of why I was asking. He's my brother. It just sounded so wrong. He's my *brother*. That also sounds slutty. I was getting wetter and he didn't even know it. He didn't say anything and didn't even look at me or respond to my question.

"Can I touch you too?" I asked suddenly. My hormones had nearly completely taken over and he looked at me again. "You go first", I said a bit nervously as I spread my legs and relaxed my body into my chair. His finger first went right to my underwear directly over my clit. I don't think he knew he did - or maybe he did and he was better with the girls than I thought. He must have known something though, because I squirmed just slightly. Encouraged by the touch, he pushed his finger harder to feel more before his hands touched my legs and my thighs. "Yo- you can take that off" I said. I felt so dirty. So slutty. Letting my older brother playing with his much younger little sister.

He wasted no time taking them off and exposing me. He was a good brother though. Touching gently and sweetly. I felt all of me getting wet now and he must have known too, because he slowly pushed a finger in. It felt bigger than I expected and I gasped and moaned immediately. "Did I hurt you", he asked worriedly. "No. Don't stop" is all I could say. I closed my eyes and could sense nothing other than his fingers.

"Stop!" I had to say suddenly. I needed it to stop. It felt so good and I didn't want it to stop, but I needed it to. "My turn" I say pulling myself in to a small ball and closing my legs. "My turn to touch you now." He was hesitant and I punched him when he didn't act. "A deal is a deal." That always got him. He pulled his pants off and sat down. I slid off the couch between his legs so my face was just above his hips. He was big and it looked like it was the size of at least two of his fingers. It felt big and he only gave me one.

I touched it with my fingers at fist. It got stiffer the more I did. The skin felt good and my mind suddenly started thinking about what it would be like in my mouth. What it would be like in me. I wrapped my fingers around it and softly stroked it like I had seen on the computer. Touching it felt good. It looked like it felt good to him.

My hormones now controlled me and I put him in my mouth. I didn't ask. I don't even know if I was thinking. It just felt right. I wanted to feel it. He began enjoying it immediately.

"Stop!". Not it was his turn to tell me. I didn't want to but I did. I stared at him. "We should stop." We should have never started but we're here now. I felt tingly and wet. I took off my bra, laid down on my back at his feet, and opened my legs to him. I let my finger rub me gently and playfully squirmed to invite him in. Was I the slut? I thought boys were supposed to be the pushy ones.

I looked at him long enough to let see the struggle on his face. I had already given in and just needed to wait for him to do the same. I closed my eyes and rubbed myself. If he was going to do it, I just wanted to feel it. If not, I would have to imagine what someone else felt like again.

His hands touched my legs and spread them open more. His lust overcame his reason and he pushed himself in me. He was big and it hurt a bit, but I was so wet and he was still wet from my mouth he pushed it all the way in. I almost came immediately, but then he started moving against me slowly. I felt his hot breath on my neck and his skin on my body. He must have taken his shirt off too. The tips of my nipples lightly gazed his skin as he bounced himself on me. It felt so good I put my arms and legs around him and moaned in a way I was never able to do before. I didn't have to be quiet this time. He seemed to like that and went faster and pushed deeper than I've ever felt. It was exhilarating. I came and hugged him tightly as I did. He must have been close too because he came inside me. It was so warm and felt so good that I didn't want to let him go.

Until we heard someone coming to the front door.