My Handsome Brother - Sex Stories

My Handsome Brother

I am lying on my bed Sunday morning for my usual self-indulgence, and, lately, they have all been fantasies about my oldest brother. Wow, what a smoking hot and hunky boy he's become. I've been watching him online at college for about a year now. He’s ripped, full of muscles, and packing a very noticeable bulge in any of the slacks he wears. Yesterday, freshly home for summer break, he’d decided to stay in the pool house for more privacy, and, damn, I wish, and don't wish, he would close his drapes. I've caught him several times lying in the backyard grass rubbing on suntan lotion in the most seductive possible way. Like, damn, I swear that thing was half hard and calling for me.

We weren't really close growing up because he's five years older than me. I was more of a nuisance than a sibling. All my girls thought he was the most hunky guy around, but for me, he was just my bossy older brother. It wasn't until this last year that we started chatting online, mostly about my choices for college. That's when I started to notice how crazy hot he was.

After three full weeks of dreaming he's touching me, I'm lying here, sun shining in, sliding my finger over my panties. With a tiny press at just the right spot squishing my button, I decide today is the day. I gather up all my courage, quickly shower, spritz on my new Dior strawberry flavors, and slip into my new summer dress. I apply my sexiest ‘come fuck me’ cat eyes and sneak out of my house.

To both my surprise and ...

... delight, I pretend to walk naively through his door. He's standing there in his robe. It’s partly open, showing his ripped chest.

I nervously look up into his beautiful blue eyes. “Hi.” Damn, that was dumb, I thought.

“Well hello, little sis,” he says.

I smile and giggle, which I'm sure he thinks is odd. Holding out my coffee cup, I start my little plan. “I hate to ask, but Mom is out of sugar.” I hand him my cup and give him another girly giggle.

“Really?” he says.

“A cup of sugar.”

He smiles down at me. “Well, well, of course. Come on in.”

He heads off towards the kitchen, half expecting me to stay in the doorway. He glances back as he hears the door shut and my bare feet following him down the hall to his kitchen. I try to start a little small talk, I mean, my God, he's hot. I was hoping by now I'd get a glance at that bulging cock because, after all, I thought, one look at this little babe in her flowery sundress is all it would take. My perfect pert breasts and rock-hard nipples show through the thin fabric of my dress, and I’ve made sure my face is light but perfectly done. Two tiny braids from my temples hold back my slightly curled blond hair. I know very well that every single one of my professors dreams of undressing me.

I watch him reach for this two-step kitchen ladder and place it under the tall cupboard where he keeps the sugar.

“Are you doing some baking today?” he says.

I look at him with this twinkle in my eye. “Nope.”

Again, he ...