A V-Day gift for Big Brother
I felt sick when she first confronted me with it.
“Look, there is no use denying it Carly. I’ve seen the look in your eyes when he is around. I’ve seen the clothes you wear when you know he is watching, the pictures on your computer” Tiffany sat down on the bed next to me. “You love your brother, in a way that siblings shouldn’t”. I wanted to puke. I couldn’t even say anything to defend myself. The best I could manage was to look up at her with tears filling my eyes.
She immediately wrapped her arms around me and shushed me to silence. “Sssshhh, don’t worry about it. It’s ok sweetie”. I found my voice “Please don’t tell John. He’ll think I’m a freak. He’ll hate me. Our parents will hate me. They’ll send me to therap-” Tiffany put her finger to my lips “Don’t worry about a thing Carly. There is nothing wrong with how you feel.”
We sat there in silence for what must have been five minutes....it felt like hours.
“I’m in love with your brother” Tiffany started again. “I’m in love with your brother and I’ve only known him for a little over three years. You’ve known him your entire life. Ever since you have existed he was been there for you, guarding you, protecting you, loving you. I think it would actually be strange not to have some sort of feelings for him.”
I still couldn’t say anything.
“Plus you got to see him develop into such a handsome man”. That got me to chuckle a bit. “Yeah the teen years were so hard. I found myself teasing him anyway I could...” I drifted off to silence “I’m not even sure if he noticed me”
“Oh he noticed you. He had to. A young man, going through puberty. Has a sexy little girl like you wondering about. He had to have noticed you at least a couple of times. No doubt you made him rush to the bathroom every once in awhile”
”So...How did you find the photos in my laptop?”
”I was working on something for school and I saved a photo to put in a project. But when I looked I couldn’t find it. Without a thought I started digging around in a handful of files before I found the photo, along with some others....how did you get those pictures anyways?”
I could feel my face redden “I...I catfished him. I set up a fake account on facebook and started sexting him...I was like...16 at the time or something”
I could feel her staring at me. “I tried to find other guys” I explained to her “Believe me I did. But everyone was such an...asshole. Such pricks I tried to date. Always wanting sex from me and never giving anything back”
“Every man that knows he’s hot shit turns into an asshole eventually. The only reason your brother hasn’t is because he won’t allow himself to believe that he is actually good looking”
“It’s just...I know that we can’t be together....I’m ok with that now. But I wished there was a way I could say thanks...you know...for all he has done for me”
"And what better way to thank your brother than to fuck him right?” Tiffany sat over me, grinning like Cheshire cat. I put my hands over my face “don’t make fun of me! It’s not my fault!”
“Oh I’m going to make fun of you alright. I’m going to make fun of you every chance I can get” Tiffany teased and began pinching at my side “ow, OW, OW STOP IT COME ON!!” I cried to her.
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That was in December. Everyone was home from school on Christmas break and she spent her stay sleeping in my brothers room. I heard them have sex a few times. Sometimes I think she was deliberately making just enough noise so that I could hear. I was furious at her, but that didn’t stop me touching myself...or ruining my sheets. She spent her entire stay finding new ways to make me blush. Hugging him, lowering her arms to just above his ass, looking me dead in the eyes and winking. Always sitting down between us. Doing that stupid lovey dovey stuff. Laying her head on his shoulders. Asking for back rubs. It was ludicrous. It got to the point that I couldn’t wait for her to leave. And then she did.
Winter break was over. And I realized that I spent so much time fuming at Tiffany that I forgot to enjoy Johnathan. I realized that I wasted my opportunity. He didn’t go to an out of state college like Tiffany, but he was still an hour drive away, and he didn’t make his way back home often. It was bittersweet. On one hand, I didn’t have Tiffany driving me up a wall with her never-ending torment. On the other I wasn’t able to spend time with the man I love and oh so desperately wanted to fuck.
Turns out I was wrong. Tiffany’s torment wasn’t at an end. She would sent me things on the phone. Pictures, videos, a screenshot of their sexts, whatever would toy with me. It was enlightening. Sure I had cat-fished John before. Got to see a bit of his sexy side, but that was when we were 16. John had had a total of about 10 years to perfect his art of seduction, and perfect it he had. I didn’t realize how illustrative an author he was until I saw him texting out in vivid detail the things he would do to me...I mean to Tiffany.
I’ll be honest here. I fucked myself several times over to those texts that Tiffany would send me. Every time I heard that little bell go off on my phone I was both heartbroken and aroused. Tiffany knew this too. I had told her. I begged, pleaded with her to stop. “All you have to do is block me” she would reply. “Block me and the texts end forever”. Sometimes I did, but I wouldn’t last for more than a day before unblocking her.
February came around and something amazing happened. Something went wrong at John’s dorm. Something about mold in the walls or something. They have to renovate the entire place and offered to put the students up in hotels if they needed, but my brother refused since he can just hang out at home! It felt like a miracle! All the time I had wasted at Christmas could be made up here and without Tiffany in the way. I made sure to hug him extra tightly every chance I had. I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.
However, Tiffany knew that John was staying at home too, and redoubled her efforts on teasing me over text. She would screenshot me entire role plays on the phone. I would see the time-stamps, and realize that it is happening right at that moment, next door. I could barely contain my moans as I plunged the vibrator in my soaking cunt.
Fast forward a week or two and everyone is talking about Valentines Day, or Single’s Awareness Day as I call it. I was feeling bummed out about spending yet another year without a man to distract me from my perversions. I was also bummed about what I knew was going to happen. John was going to hang out with Tiffany. They would probably spend the night at a hotel, and they were going to fuck, and they were going to fuck a lot, and then Tiffany would find a way to tell me about it. And I would hate her, and I would masturbate to those texts, and hate her because she made me masturbate.
My phone went off and I picked it up. Sure enough it was Tiffiany. I looked around to make sure no one would see whatever would pop up. I was expecting more of the usual, a dick pick John had sent her, or them texting. Instead it was an actual message. “Meet me here at 4 o’ clock on the 11th” and then an address. I looked it up. It was a hotel. What did she want me there for? I replied “Wtf do u need me there for?”.
A simple reply “trust me ;)”. It didn’t make me trust her.
Still at 330 I found myself getting into my car and driving to the address she sent me. I texted her when I arrived. “I’m in room 304, knock three times and I’ll open it for you”.
She opened the door up for me, she was in still in her jammies. “Good girl” she coed at me before grabbing my hand and pulling me inside. “Alright I’m going on a date with your brother at five and I need your help getting ready”
“Fucking really? This is the shit you brought me here for? Goddamn it Tiffany what if I had plans? This shit is getting really annoying and I-” She slapped me. Not hard enough to hurt, just enough to stun me. She looked me dead in the eyes and commanded “You are going to help me get nice and pretty for your brother or I will tell John about the conversations we’ve been having”
“You...You wouldn’t. He wouldn’t believe you” I stammered back, not really believing it either.
“Look honey” she said to me “right now, I am in control. You are going to do what I say, or suffer the consequences. I’m not asking for much, just a little help to get ready for a date. And I dunno, maybe if you do a good job, I’ll reward you” There was that Cheshire grin again. “What Tiffany? More dick picks? I think I have enough for a lifetime thanks to you, I don’t need anymore”
“....nnnnooooooo....I had something...different in mind” no matter how hard I pressed she wouldn’t tell me. I broke and decided to help her get ready. Laying the dress out, doing her makeup, her nails. It killed me that I was doing all this work and yet she was the one going to be benefiting from it. Still I had no choice. I wasn’t going to lose my brother.
About an hour later and we were done. I have to admit, my brother can pick em. She looked fantastic, and as much as I would love to say that it was because of me, it wasn’t. She always looked great.
She pulled a bag out from under the bed, and grabbed a chair and put it in the center of the room. “Good job Carly, now I’ll need you to put this on, and wait in the closet to come back. I have no idea how long we’ll be gone but it shouldn’t be more than a couple of hours. I’ll text you when we are heading back ok?”
“Oh come on you have got to be kidding me!”...she just looked at me, grinning, she wasn’t.
The outfit wasn’t conservative at all....my thoughts at what it was for aided my compliance.
So there I am, sitting in the closet, looking at memes on my phone, feeling like a moron, when in barges the lovely couple. She never bothered to text me that they were on their way and I think I can see why. They were all over eachother. Tiffany was pushing Johnathan backwards, planting him in the chair.
Johnathan looked around “...what this?”
There was that grin again. “Don’t worry sweetie, I have something special for you” and back at it they went. More and more clothes came off the two until John was naked and Tiffany was in her panties. Still, I think her outfit was more conservative than mine.
Keeping him distracted with a plethora of kisses, she reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Before he knew it he was cuffed the the chair. He immediately jumped “Woah...woah” but she calmed him down before he freaked out too much.
She straddled him in the chair, his cock pushing against her panties. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. It was gorgeous. Glistening as precum leaked from the tip and into the cloth of her underwear.
She began to speak to him between kisses “There...has been something....I’ve been meaning...to tell you”
“Well...the fact that you waited until...I was cuffed to a chair...has me a bit worried”
“There is nothing to worry about honey” She explained “you just have a...secret admirer, thats all. Don’t tell me you didn’t notice?”
He. was. Utterly. Bemused. Despite me worrying about her outing me, I almost starting laughing right there in the closet. “What?” was all he could get out.
“Shhhhh, don’t worry. I’m not mad. She is a good friend of mine, and she is insanely attracted to you....so I thought we could make a deal”
“Wh-what sort of deal?”
“The deal where you” She covered his eyes with a blindfold “stay still, and let my friend here blow you”
I gasped. She turned to me “So what do you say friend? Want to have some fun? Why don’t you come out here?”
I dragged open the door and timidly stepped out. “Why so shy?” She chided me. “He can’t see you baby”.
I shuffled in front of him blushing like crazy. I stood right in front of him...expecting him to panic, to freak, but nothing happened.
“See? He can’t see you, and he is totally trapped in this chair...he couldn’t escape even if he wanted to”
I opened my mouth to talk but was cut off “Are you stupid? You speak and he instantly knows who you are! Just enjoy yourself, you deserve it”
And so I did. I got on my knees in front of him and took a precious drop of precum with my tongue. He gasped in pleasure. It was like escasty. I felt lightheaded. I felt like I was going to faint. I didn’t want to stop.
I was going to pay him back for all he had done for me. For all the times he comforted me. For all the times he held my weeping body in his arms, for all the times he backed me up when I felt like I had no body in the world that cared.
I began dragging my tongue up and down his cock, savoring every moment.
The pictures didn’t do it justice. It was bigger. And it was hot, you could feel the heat coming off of it. And the smell...oh god the smell. It wasn’t minutes before my pussy was soaking wet.
I wasn’t satisfied with licking anymore. I took the tip of his cock in my mouth, hearing him moan egged me on. I slowly slid down on his cock until I could take no more, the edged myself back up to the tip “Aww poor thing” Tiffany interrupted “She can’t get all the way down, I’m sorry honey she doesn’t have all the experience I have with it” I shot her a glare. I had to prove her wrong. I’m not inexperienced, just a bit out of practice. I inserted his dick in my mouth again and started taking more, more, more of him inside me. I closed my eyes and savored....everything. The taste, the smell, the feeling of flesh pushing past my tongue. Eventually I felt my nose buried in his pubes. Tiffany started clapping “OHH good girl!!” I ignored her. There were still plenty of noises I wanted Johnathan to make and he was going to make every single one damn it.
I lost track of the time. I sucked him, licked him, jerked him. Every-time I felt him get close I stopped him. He was so hard, he cock so engorged that it must have been killing him. Tiffany decided to occupy herself, moving behind the chair to kiss his neck and nibble his ear. His body had gone limp but his dick remained as hard as ever. Eventually Tiffany grew bored.
“Do you want to cum sweety?” she whispered in his ear. “Uh, uh huh” he nodded, poor man. The double ended assault on his body left him unable to form words. “Ok sweety, I’ll let you cum”. I wasn’t paying attention, I still had his dick down my throat at that moment, but that Tiffiany did was free one of Jonathan’s hands. That hand immediately found it’s place on the back of my head, pushing me down his cock. We set a rhythm. He would push me down his cock, I would pull back up, he would push me down again.
Slowly he kept going faster and faster, building speed. Eventually I had no choice but to resist, I couldn’t take him so deep so quickly, but he wasn’t having it. He grabbed my hair and began pulling me down and up his length. I wasn’t toying with him anymore, he was using me. Fucking my mouth to get him off, and no matter how much I gagged he didn’t stop. It felt great.
Tearing up I glanced at Tiffany. She was watching me, teeth clamped on his earlobe. In a way, it felt like she was controlling him. Like, sure he was face fucking me, but she was the one in control. I didn’t care.
Right when I thought that I couldn’t take no more, he pushed me down his cock hard and held it there. There was a pause.
And then he began blasting his cum down my throat. I tried to swallow it all but I just couldn’t. I have been teasing him too long. It filled my throat, flowed into my mouth. Overflowed onto the his dick, and the chair. I swallowed what I could and licked up the rest.
He let me go and I immediately coughed my guts out. He was so relieved I thought he was going to pass out....his cock had other plans though.
After I had recovered my breath I just sat there staring at it. Watching it twitch and throb its way back to a full erection. Tiffany whispered in my ear “What do you think baby? Want to ride it?”
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