Brotherly Lust - Sex Stories

Brotherly Lust

I stepped out of the shower to find my older brother Randy standing at the mirror. He passed me a towel and went back to his shaving. I started drying off, quietly ignoring the wayward glances that came my way. To be honest, I was casting a few back at Randy. My brother was a nicely built hunk of manhood and was wearing just a pair of pyjama bottoms. His big cock was partly erect and visible through the fabric. I wondered if I was the cause of his arousal.

Flashing my brothers was kind of a thing with me. The three of us were still packed into our father’s fairly small house so opportunities abounded. The fact that Randy and Ken clearly enjoyed seeing me nude excited me. While I already had fair bit of sexual experience with other guys, I was pretty much in lust with my older brothers and had been for a while.

My mother had passed away when I was five, leaving our father a single parent. I had been raised by Dad with help from my brothers. Randy was the eldest at twenty-three, and I was the youngest, having just turned eighteen. Between us was Ken, who was turning twenty-one soon.

“Enjoy the show?” I quipped as I hung my towel to dry and put on a robe.

Randy winked at me and replied, “As always. How much do I owe you?”

“Trust me, you’ve paid me in kind already,” I tossed back with a wink of my own. I took another longing look at the bump in his pyjamas, then blew Randy a kiss and headed to my room.

Was I flirting with my older brother? Hell yeah, I was. I ...

... did it with both brothers, but Randy was more into it. Ken was a quiet, introspective type who played along but seemed less into the game. My flashing and flirting were indicative of our comfort level with each other, but also of a surprising level of lust that lingered among us.

In my bedroom, I put on a lacy black thong, then a black bodysuit. It fit my trim figure and large bosom like a glove. The neck was scooped out to show off my cleavage, too. I added a black miniskirt over top. Dressed, I gave my long hair a quick comb and put on a bit of makeup. I had no place in particular to go but figured showing off a bit would give my bros’ eyes something to enjoy. And who knew where that might lead?

I paused when I got to the kitchen. Ken stood in front of the window, sipping coffee as he gazed out. He wore just a light pair of boxers, probably what he had slept in. There was a pretty obvious tent in them, which immediately caught my attention.

That sight stirred up the taboo fantasies that lurked behind my flashing and flirting. I frequently masturbated to thoughts of sex with my brothers, especially these days when I was without a partner. For a moment, I let those fantasies ripple through my brain, leaving me a bit moist below. Then, I took a deep breath, trying to calm my growing arousal, and headed for the coffee.

“Hey, bro, how’s life?” I said when Ken noticed me.

“Good, sis. You?”

“Feeling good. Nice tent you got pitched.”

Ken looked puzzled, then ...