Well I guess I've done it too, thought Mandy smirking to herself. Not that HE knows any of that.
As she sat down with a bowl of cereal, Matt breezed into the kitchen, a huge smile on his face. Mandy couldn't help but take a glance at her brother's muscular tanned torso and the way his muscles flexed as he reached into cupboards, sweatpants the only thing covering him.
She shook her head and put on her pouty little sister face. "So," she said.
"So?" he replied, briefly glancing at her before sitting down with his own breakfast.
"How was your sleep?"
"Aaaaaaaaamazing," replied Matt, gazing off into the distance.
"Aren't you going to ask how mine was," she stated, adding an obvious hint that she wasn't happy.
He looked at her confused and raised an eyebrow. "Alright, how was yours then?"
"Well, now that you ask mine was also amazing. That is, until I woke up around three o'clock to the sound of...hmm...I can't quite remeber, oh yes, 'Harder, oh my God harder! Yes, YES!'" she paused to stare at him.
"What can I say, there's a reason the call me "The Destroyer," he said smiling.
"Huh?"
"Yes, your older brother is a local legend," he said smugly.
"In your own mind maybe," said Mandy sarcastically. But she HAD heard this, how could she not have? He had slept with half the girls in town, his friends called him that all the time, slapping him on the back. And her friends, Oh.My.God! she thought. Her friends were ALWAYS talking about him and asking her if she'd ever seen "it," to which she'd reply, "Ummm, obviously not, he's my brother, what the fuck you guys!" and she'd roll her eyes.
"Oh you don't have to lie. It's not your fault you have such a stunningly handsome brother who has the magic ability to charm the panties off any woman and has a cock that makes horses jealous!"
"Ugh, oh my God Matt I did NOT need to hear that!"
He winked and got up from the table.
"The Destroyer," thought Mandy, her eyes traveling to his muscular tattooed backside as he left the room. More and more often she found her eyes trailing all over his perfect body, jealous of all the girls that got to do a lot more than just look. Why does MY brother have to be the hottest guy in town? Who do I get to fuck that's anything equal?!
Mandy had had a lot of good sex, but nothing that'd she'd gone back for over and over again like girls did with Matt. Phonecalls, emails wall posts, EVERYTHING was filled up with girls wanting to talk to Matt, Matt, MATT! She craaaaaved knowing what that felt like, wanting to expirience it for herself. Wondering how big it REALLY was...
Later that day she lay by their pool tanning. She had her tiniest white bikini on to allow maximum tanning coverage, her body covered in sweet smelling tanning oil. As she felt herself begin to get dozy she put on her sunglasses. A few moments later she heard the side door open, and Matt stepped out onto the deck.
She saw him pause and stare at her, his mouth opening slightly. She held her breath, at last second remembered to breathe naturally and not move, so it seemed like she was sleeping.
Matt continued to stare. She watched him from beneath her dark sunglasses, wondering what he would do. Disappointingly he shook his head and began to walk away...
...To the outdoor shower! she thought excitedly.
Slowly he turned on the water, adjusting it to the right temperature. She watched as he slowly stepped into the gentle spray, silky droplets of water sliding down his body, accentuating every tanned muscle. Her clit began throbbing as she imagined what it would be like to have him over her, thrusting deep, or better yet! Her riding him as his muscular arms help to lift her tiny tanned body up and down, over and over again, on the thing she'd heard so many stories about.
Her thoughts were suddenly broken as he dove into the water and began noisly swimming laps. Quickly she got up to go to her room, her clit still throbbing and needing her attention instantly.
"Hey, didn't mean to wake you up," said Matt, swimming to her end of the pool and standing.
Once again her eyes scanned his body from beneath her sunglasses. "It's ok, I've probably been out here long enough," she said with a slight nervous laugh. (Oh my god, did he notice how awkward that laugh sounded?!). She could feel the crotch of her bikini bottoms sticking to her wet pussy. She needed to go to her room, FAST!
"Alright. Why don't you come in the pool with me?" he asked.
She decided to "test the waters." "I dunno...I'm oily all over. The water might make me feel super slippery," she said in her most innocent voice. She saw him scan her body over and quickly gulp.
"Nah, you'll be fine," he said, shaking his head.
"Is the water really cold? And don't lie to me Matty," she said, again using her most innocent voice.
"N-no. Just jump in and get it all over with. Here, come to the edge and I'll hold your waist as you jump in, just like I used to."
Something was definitely brewing. She slowly sauntered over to the edge of the pool, allowing him to place his hands on either side of her hips.
"Ready? Ooooone."
She braced herself.
"Twoooo."
She held her breath.
"Three!"
And she jumped in, his hands gliding her gently into the water, sliding slightly upwards from her tanning oil. Out of habit she slid her legs around him as she felt herself slide in. The whole thing felt like slow motion and she couldn't help but visualize that she was really jumping in and sliding onto the unknown massive cock she'd heard so much about.
Again, out of habit, his hands slipped below her ass to steady her. As they both realised what they'd done a massive sexual tension settled between them. It could only have been a second but it felt like eternity before either one of them spoke.
"So..?" said Mandy slowly, leaning back to put her perky tits in his face as she threw her sunglasses on the edge of the pool.