Stacy's Story - Sex Stories

Stacy's Story

... knickers down so they too lay at my feet, as soon as I did I felt the air touch the wetness between my legs and a shudder passed through me. I left my shirt on (I liked pretending it was a mini-dress) and lowered myself onto the bed. I leant back with my legs parting as I did. I touched myself there, as I had done so many times before, but this time was different, it felt like my juices were leaking out of my pussy, my wet fingers proved the feeling right. I examined my glistening fingers on my right hand while my left fell down in its place to my damp folds. My eyes closed and my lips parted as my breathing became shallower, while my hands got busy. My fingers slid up and down my lubricated slit. I used a little more pressure and my finger ran up the inside, parting the lips as they did. I brought my left hand up from my sex and sucked the moisture off them. The familiar taste filling my mouth, relishing it, before allowing it to trickle down my throat. I continued licking and sucking my fingers for a moment, then drawing them out, my saliva coating mostly my forefinger and middle finger. My hand fell back between my legs where my other hand was delicately stroking the top of my clit. I brought my legs up so that the two soles of my feet were parallel to each other with a few inches between, my wet fingers slipped down and slowly pressed against my most private opening. My brain went into overdrive while I felt first one then the other finger I'd lubricated slipped inside ...

... myself, my right hand was stroking my clit harder now and I could feel my body aching for attention. My fingers working faster and faster as I finger fucked myself towards orgasm, imagining my brother was here...I stopped what I was doing. I took both hands off my pussy and brought them to my face; I intended to cover my eyes but thought better of it. That one thought, the thought of my brother screwing me had knocked the wind out of me. I felt disgusting, my sex juice was still dripping off my fingers but where before I had longed to taste myself, now it repulsed me. I stood up and wiped myself dry on a towel that was in my wardrobe. I felt like everyone, Mum, Dad and Paul knew what I just did. What had I done? I asked myself. It was just a fantasy, I wasn't hurting anyone. The wrongness of it had turned me on but, oh god, I wondered if my brother had gone from my room because he thought I was teasing him. I didn't mean to, I felt him against me though, I pressed into him because I wanted to feel his hardness, and I had. I was filled with the desire to see him, to apologise. So, forgetting my appearance and lack of underwear I left my room and walked down the hall towards his room. I was about to knock when I realised his door was ajar, I had a side view of his bed and could see him, he had his headphones on, connected to the TV. On the TV was a couple having very graphic sex and my brother was laid there, completely naked with his hand gripping his erect cock! So I had turned ...