Summer Fun with my Brother - Sex Stories

Summer Fun with my Brother

... over my rigidly hard nipples, making them super obvious.

When I glanced up again, he saw me looking at him and he sharply looked away.

I didn’t bother telling him not to, and even though I easily could have, I found myself with no desire to go change my shirt. I felt a strange sensation knowing that my little brother was the one eyeing me.

I started making conversation, to see how he would react.

“So you’re done school for the year, excited for summer?”

“Um yeah.” he answered. Clearly, he was distracted.

"You got a girlfriend for the summer?" I flashed him a knowing grin.

"Nah. I’m not really good with girls," he answered shyly.

“Aw, don’t worry about it. Lots of boys your age are still pretty awkward with girls, you’ll get there.”

He smiled politely and continued eating his dinner.

"You're gonna be a senior next year," I added. "That should help with the girlfriend thing."

He didn't really respond, just eating in silence.

When we'd both finished eating, I stood and started clearing the dishes from the table. As I collected Ricky's plate, I noticed his eyes bulge at my chest again.

When I looked down, to see what he saw,

I found that my shirt sagged enough to give him a view down the front, providing him with a great view of the tops of my tits.

The corners of my mouth twinged upward.

When my kid brother stood up, to go back to his gaming, I felt a strong sense of pride at the raging boner tenting the front of his ...

... shorts.

Poor kid, I thought to myself, he didn’t know what hit him.

I'd have to make sure Ricky got plenty more looks down the front of my shirt.

Just as I was finishing up in the kitchen, he excused himself to go to the bathroom.

I waited several minutes for him to come out, before giving up and tapping on the door, "Hey Ricky, we've got the entire afternoon and the weather is gorgeous.

"I was thinking about going down to the beach and working on my tan. I don't really want to lay out, down there by myself, do you wanna come along?"

“Yeah, ummm…," he answered. He sounded out of breath, as if he'd been running. "Sure thing sis, let me finish up here and I'll be ready."

He was breathing in fast, short gasps. It was like he'd been running or something.

I smiled, knowing the real reason for his uneven breathing.

Living in an apartment that's only a block from the beach, I'd accumulated quite a collection of bathing suits. But I have one specific 'knockout bikini' that I wear when I'm trying to pick up guys. I searched that one out, specifically.

It was a skimpy yellow string bikini. The top was a full bra size too small and it caused my C-cup boobs to spill out the sides. The thong was extra small, too; the fabric was just barely enough to conceal my shaved vagina.

After dressing in my yellow bikini, I took a look in the full-length mirror, in my bedroom.

A sly smile spread across my lips. I looked fucking hot!

I grabbed an oversized t-shirt and sandals ...