Unwanted attention - Chapter 12 - Sex Stories

Unwanted attention - Chapter 12

... sure how to hold them, or if I should squeeze…” he innocently asked “No hon, it was fine, it felt kinda’ strange afterwards because you are my little brother, but that’s all. You were a perfect gentleman and still are. I’m the one that seems to keep getting us in these messes.” I looked down at his crotch again as I said this. He looked down and blurred out: “I think I will just wait here a moment and relax a bit”, noticing my stare toward his private area. I took that as a hint and got up, made sure that my nightie was covering everything properly and went upstairs to my room. I figured that if I gave James enough time his little “problem” would either go away on its own or he would take care of it. I understood that he normally doesn’t masturbate but after all that went on tonight, with me sleeping in his hap and exposing my butt by mistake, then talking about it seemed to arouse him even more... so he should have no problem finishing off this time. As I thought about it I started felling strange about what we discussed, not that I was regretting talking to him, in fact I’m happy we talked, but I felt that it might have had an effect on me too. My anus still hurt from earlier at the doctor’s office, but for now it didn’t seem to bother me so much, my body was distracted by a different sensation, one that was generated in part by the intimate talk I had with James, and part by the stage I inadvertently got him in… What was wrong with me? I hated the attention I got from all ...

... other males, but I’m getting aroused by enticing my little brother? I know that I don’t feel attracted to him, I’m sure that it’s not an incest fetish or anything like that, but it feels like making him horny without even wanting to is stirring something in me. I lifted my night shirt and looked between my legs to check the state of the whole area, mostly to see if I can put some panties on. My pussy was still red, the lips were swollen, and the skin was tender to the touch. I reached down and parted them a bit just to tale a better look. The inside was red also, and my clit was still slightly erect, though not as bad as it was right after Dr. Carter finally stopped rubbing it. To my surprise everything seemed to be moist and was giving a bit of a sweet odor, much like the one I noticed earlier while I was being masturbated against my will. I laid back on my bed with the nightie bunched up around my waist and raised my knees up a bit more, letting the night air cool my molested area between my legs down a bit. I just relaxed for what seemed like ten of fifteen minutes. I haven’t heard James come up stairs yet and that seemed odd. First off, I thought that he must have either finished himself off or his erection must have subsided by now. I waited a few more minutes and then decided to go down and check if he was OK. I walked into the TV room and he was still on the couch. I peeked in, not wanting to interrupt anything that he might be doing, but it seemed that he wasn’t doing ...