by Selena Kitt
So, here I was, spending time with my brother when he generously offered to take me on his daily sail around the Cape, trying not to show how impressed I was with my surroundings. Luke was irritatingly conceited as it was. If he knew how inferior I felt in his world, he would grow even more arrogant in his dealings with me. Older than me by just a couple of years, he already didn’t need to work a day in his life and could still keep up his extravagant lifestyle. He probably felt a sort of sadistic pleasure to rub his riches in my nose, seeing that it all made me uncomfortable. I didn’t even know how to be rich. Here I was, already my brother’s servant, fixing him a drink, while he lounged upstairs under the shade of the upper deck with his two college buddies whose names I hadn’t yet learned.
I shook my head. The drinks. Right. He would think I was retarded if I didn’t hurry up. Or worse, he’d come down to check on me and I always felt insecure and uncomfortable when I was alone in his presence. I pressed the button on the blender and secured the lid with my other hand as it vibrated violently under it, tingling my arms. I poured the crushed ice into four tall crystal glasses and added the contents of a shaker I had prepared myself. After all, I had spent all of my high-school summers waitressing in order to make my own pocket money, while my mom ran tirelessly from audition to audition. I had prepared a fragrant concoction of mostly vodka, mixed with watermelon and peach fresh juice and just a tinge of some expensive mint liquor I had found in the bar.
I carried the drinks in a small silver tray over to the stairs and stopped to check if I looked alright in one of the full length mirrors lining the beams supporting the boat’s roof. If by alright I had intended to look slutty, then I had perfectly succeeded. What had possessed me to pick this outfit? I was wearing a tight white polo shirt that stretched over my full breasts, perhaps a bit too large for my small frame. My nipples, hardened in the cool air-conditioned air downstairs, were poking through the bikini top I was wearing underneath, its red stripes visible underneath. I also had a white pleated mini tennis skirt, which kept riding up on my hipbones. I had really thought these clothes would make me look like I belonged on a yacht, but all I felt was cheap and exposed.
I flung my hair over my shoulder with my free hand to at least try and cover up one of my overly sensitive nipples. I knew from experience that nothing would help with the indecently hard mounds that would demand everyone’s attention, except for the warmth of the sun upstairs, if I managed to get to it unnoticed. I started climbing the stairs, aware that my ass and peeking white panties were completely visible from underneath.
“Lacey,” Luke greeted me with exaggerated enthusiasm and his cute dimpled smile stretching over his perfectly even white teeth. He jumped up to help me with the tray, which was sweet and unexpected. I had pictured myself having to serve the guys while they ogled me and was already planning my escape plan downstairs. “Here, let me take this,” he said, “and you can meet the others. Mark, Paul, this is my little sis, Lacey. Lace, Mark and Paul.” He pointed at each of the J. Crew-model-like twins, but I couldn’t keep up who was who. Not that it mattered, they seemed interchangeable—tousled light blond hair, tanned, rippling sports bodies showing underneath their unbuttoned shirts, dark Ray Ban sunglasses.
The words “little sis” still lingered in my head. It was still very odd for me to think of him as my brother. I remembered first arriving at the estate’s front entrance with my single suitcase of belongings, when an attractive guy had run over to help me drag it up the giant double staircase. I had shyly glanced at his tall, muscular figure, his gorgeous face and his penetrating blue eyes, wishing I could hide my flushed cheeks. When he had introduced himself as my new stepbrother, I had wished that the floor would open up under my feet and I would sink in, my face growing a deeper shade of red.
“Nice to meet you, guys,” I managed to mumble, smiling at Luke’s friends.
“Wow, brother, you never told me about this little gem you’ve been hiding,” Paul whistled at the sight of my luscious forms. Without taking his eyes off me, he took the drink Luke offered him and took a noisy slurp.
“Hey, back off, you perv,” said Luke, handing me the last drink and throwing the tray sideways like a Frisbee onto the nearby counter. “So, let’s make a toast,” he lifted his glass and the twins jumped up from the white leather sofa bench that circled the entire upper deck to join him. “I officially declare the summer season open. Let the festivities commence!” Luke said theatrically.
“To an awesome summer!” Mark shouted and clinked his glass loudly against mine. I was not sure if I was supposed to say something. Would I even be spending the whole summer on the Cape with my new family? But now, in the flooding sunlight, surrounded by the dark-blue glittering ocean, I wished I never had to leave. As I brought my glass up to my brother’s, I tried to make eye contact, his deep blue eyes still making me shiver when he gazed into mine. I noticed he wasn’t looking at my eyes at all. He was staring shamelessly directly at my protruding breasts, which were straining against the confines of my bikini-top hems, threatening to pop-out. To my horror, my nipples were as hard as they’d ever been, poking through the thin material, out in the open, begging to be noticed. And they were. Luke shook his head, as if to clear it from inappropriate thoughts and looked at me.
“It looks like a good day for tanning, doesn’t it sis?” he said and his voice sounded like that of a child who has just come up with a naughty idea. “I wouldn’t mind catching some rays myself.” He pressed a button on an inbuilt remote control panel on the side of the low table and the roof started automatically retracting, exposing us to the glare of the afternoon sun. Another push of the button resulted in music blasting from invisible speakers. Of course, we were in the middle of the sea, without any shore in sight. Who would be bothered by a bit of reckless partying? Only, I felt even more insecure and looked for a place to sit down and just observe the boys go crazy.
“All ri-i-ight,” Mark shouted and jumped up, flying down to the kitchen to get more liquor, while his brother lounged lazily under the sun.
Luke was still staring at me and came closer, taking my glass out of my hand, placing it on the table. Without the glass I didn’t know what to do with my hands any more, when suddenly, without a warning, Luke grabbed the hem of my polo shirt and in one swift movement pulled it over my head and up my instinctively stretched-up arms. As my hands flew up, the bikini-top rode up as well, revealing the bottom halves of the soft mounds of my breasts, uncomfortably digging a line in the middle of each.
“Here, sis,” Luke said seriously, “we can’t have you walking around like this.” With this, he reached out and hooked his sun-warmed fingers under the fabric, pressing them against my sensitive flesh, and pulled down the bikini top, adjusting it snuggly under my young perky boobs, bouncing them lightly to make sure they wouldn’t come loose again. His unexpected touch sent an immediate shudder down my entire body, goose bumps rising on my arms, despite the glowing sun. Paul didn’t even notice anything with Luke’s broad chest and shoulders shielding me from his view.
“So, what do you feel like doing, Lace?” Luke asked, as if the tiny awkward moment between us hadn’t happened at all. “You are the guest of honor today, so you have the right to pick first. We can play a game. A drinking game that is, or snorkel or something, what do you say?”
“God, Luke, don’t give her ideas,” Paul said lazily. He was stretched out on the sofa, covering his sunglasses with one arm as if he was about to pass out. “It’s too hot for anything.”
“Um...” I cleared my throat. My voice wasn’t my best friend today. “I thought you wanted to just lie in the sun for a bit. I’m up for that.”
“I’m up for anything,” Luke winked at me, completely confusing me. “I’m sure you’ll let loose after a couple more drinks. You look awfully tense, sis.”
I blushed. Everything he said puzzled me. I was usually quite clever with come-backs, but with him I just felt too young and too dumb. I couldn’t even thin
k straight, let alone be witty or clever. I kept mumbling and making sounds as if I was challenged in some way. I still felt incredibly shy in front of my brother and now that his friends were here, it only got worse.
Mark appeared from the stairway opening in the floor, supporting himself with one hand on the shining chrome railing, while he cradled two bottles in his other hand and a jar of expensive tanning butter I had only seen in ads in high-fashion magazines. “Thought you might need this,” he said and winked mischievously, tossing the jar directly into Luke’s arms.
“Thanks, bro,” Luke said, catching it effortlessly and took me by the hand. I almost yanked it back from him, as my palms were nervously sweaty and I didn’t want him to notice but he tightened his grip and I figured I shouldn’t be behaving so oddly. He was my brother after all and any brother was allowed to take his sister’s hand without it being awkward and abnormal. Of course, it didn’t help that I had secretly been fighting my growing attraction to the only man I couldn’t have ever since I had set foot in this new home.
I had only known him for a couple of weeks at the time. My mom had moved in the summer house on the Cape with Luke’s father more than a month before my new step-brother joined them when he was done with college for the year. I was the last to come in. After all, there was a lot I needed to do for high school graduation. Mom and Luke’s dad, who I was supposed to call “Dad” now as well, only flew in for the graduation ceremony before they rushed back to their love nest, still dizzy from their new passionate relationship.
I knew I had a brother and that he was a bit older than me, but I never suspected he would be so irresistibly hot. I needed to keep reminding myself he was family now, which was so hard when I’d known him for only two weeks. I still blushed every time he accidentally brushed against me or lightly touched my upper arm when he spoke to me, but now this was different. He was holding my hand and I could feel him and his own sweat mixing up with mine.
Luke led me to the sofa, my legs weakened with the improper thoughts I had been harboring. I sat down, thinking that that’s what he wanted me to do and the next thing I knew, he was pulling me back up, sitting down instead.
“Here, Lace, sit down,” he said, dragging me down by the wrists and twisting me, so I landed onto his knee, my legs tucked in between his. Draping his arm around my waist, balancing me tighter on his muscular thigh, he unscrewed the jar lid and threw it carelessly to the floor. “I don’t want my little sis burning up in this scorching sun,” he whispered in my ear, his breath tingling my skin, making me tense up even more.
He scooped up a glob of fragrant tanning butter with his two fingers and moving my hair off to the side pasted it at my nape. I held my breath, bending my head down to ease his access, trying not to move, trying to savor his touch as he gently started spreading the butter down my shoulders and spine with his warm hands. Under his touch I felt a faint twitch between my legs and closed my eyes, knowing how wrong it was. I couldn’t be turned on by my brother, I had to shake that crazy thought out of my mind, make my body stop responding with helpless shivers to his fingers gliding down my smooth back.
With one hand still holding the jar, he pressed his other one a bit firmer on my skin, massaging the butter in with slow, but intense circular motions. The more I tried to resist the depraved primal instincts of my body, the more my inner thighs burned with the spreading lustful heat that made me arch my back, trying to guide his hand further down.
All of a sudden, he put the jar to the side, and grabbing me by the waist, he shifted me onto his lap, so my legs still stood between his. He leaned back and rested his back on the leather sofa and I impulsively turned to look at him, bending forward and catching on to his iron thighs for support. I could see the golden tan on his flexed abs and pecks, glinting with the sun rays that cast shadows along the ripples of his muscles. Oh God, why did he have to be my brother? No step brother should ever have such deviously delicious, hard body.
His face was relaxed, content, as if he was truly enjoying himself. His eyes were concentrated on my lower back, where right above the skirt waist two dimples dipped in my supple, young skin.
And then I became aware of it. I was sitting directly on his crotch, my skirt had fanned out to cover his lower stomach, so my white cotton panties were pressed directly against what I immediately realized in shock was the enormous, solid bulge of his erect cock, pushing up inside his jeans and asserting its way towards me. I gasped and almost started to get up when he placed both of his hands on my shoulders and ever so slightly pushed my whole body down as he tensed his butt, sending his crotch up into my panties. I couldn’t hold in the low, quiet moan that escaped my lips, as the unexpected contact intensified my arousal and I could feel my pussy moistening with a craving that was too wrong to acknowledge. I closed my eyes, hoping he heard nothing.
Luke slid his flat palms down my slippery with the soft butter back, giving me shivers of pleasure. I wanted his hands all over me, I needed to feel more of him, I wanted him to play with me, but I knew it was too forbidden, yet I kept sitting on his stiff erection, as if it commanded me not to move. I couldn’t stand it anymore, I was going crazy with desire, my pussy aching with the sweet pain of my unsatisfied primitive urges. Hoping that he wouldn’t notice as he kept massaging my back, I twisted my hips, only barely managing to rub my damp panties against his cock. At the same moment, his hands finally made their way down to my ass and cupped it from underneath, squeezing it, sending a wave of electricity towards my pussy. As he grabbed onto it, he started moving back and forth very slowly rubbing himself into me, my clit almost exploding with pleasure. I wanted more, but I was afraid to move.
One single move could make it all stop. One word, one look back at his eyes would make me come back to my senses and realize what I was doing. I was pleasuring myself with the rock-hard erection of my step brother! How were we supposed to have dinner with our parents tonight? The growing heat inside my wet panties made me push all of these thoughts out of my mind. We weren’t doing anything wrong. It wasn’t like we were having sex. We had all of our clothes on. It was all innocent.
As soon as I thought this, his muscular arm pulled me back towards him, so I leaned into him, our bodies coming together, his quickened heart beat thumping under my back. My head fell naturally onto his shoulder and he leaned in to bury his face into my neck, his warm breath on my painfully sensitive skin.
“How does that feel, little sis?” he whispered into my ear, making me stiffen with the hot flush that traveled down my neck. “You like that?” With that, he reached down and his hand landed on my bronze, slim knee. He started slowly sliding it up my thigh, up and up, past my skirt, which he lifted on his way, so that my wet panties, clearly outlining the tiny slit of my pussy, were now completely exposed for his friends to see. He ran it along the curve of my hip and waist, leaving goose bumps in his wake, and finally rested it on my full, heavy breast. He propped it up with his fingers, and cupping it tightly into his palm, he gave it a tiny squeeze at first, then forcefully grabbed it, massaging it vigorously, my nipple hardened under his rough touch. Unable to keep it stifled I released another moan and then another. All the while he kept rubbing his hard cock into my ass, writhing his hips underneath me, and breathing hoarsely into my ear.
“You little tease, you want it, don’t you?” he asked me, his voice deep and heavy with his own desire growing. “Tell me you want my fat cock in your dripping cunt, you little slut. You come here with your little skirt and your perky little ass and your fucking gorgeous boobs and you expect me to just stand by and watch you? I know you want it, say you want it, little tease!” he almost shouted, clutching my breast even tighter so it stung.
I didn’t know what to do. I was afraid he was going to stop and my whole body was raw and painfully aroused, open and hungry for more. My breasts were heaving with my own quickened and heavy breath. I wanted to scream. I wanted his cock inside me. It was so wrong, so, so wrong. Yet, I managed to whisper a ba
rely audible “Yes.” No one was going to know. It would only be this one time. No one would find out.
“Yes what?” he asked.
“I want your fat cock in my cunt.”
“What? My friends couldn’t hear you. What’s that?”
Only now I remembered about Paul and Mark who were standing in front of me, staring at the clear wet spot spreading on the bottom of my panties, betraying my forbidden desire for my brother. I gasped in shock as noticed Paul had unzipped his pants and had taken out his own cock, slowly stroking it with one hand. It was large and stiff and its head was almost purple with arousal, as it popped in and out of sight in his fist. Mark was fumbling with his belt, not tearing his eyes from my body for even a second. Had he given them a sign? Was my own brother going to let his two college friends use his sister as a sex toy?