Ever since I was old enough to know what sex was, I've been obsessed with it. Watching it, reading sex stories, even going into chat rooms to say just what I'd do to my victims.
I'm 18 years old, and a nymphomaniac. I'm a bit shorter than 5'5", 120 lb, with long dark curls to frame my round cheeks and deep brown eyes. I live with my mother, and the object of every sexual desire I've ever had, my brother Michael.
Yes, I realize that thinking of my brother that way is not only illegal, it's completely "wrong." But I've never been one to follow the rules. And besides, I'm too frightened to act on my feelings toward him. Who knows what he'd do? Tell mother? Throw me out of his life forever? I love him much too much to risk anything like that.
Michael is just a year older than I am, standing tall at 6'1" with medium brown hair that reaches to his eyes. He's very athletic, playing college football and staying fit to do so by going to the gym often. And to top off all of that, he plays guitar in a band he's been in for years. He's incredibly sexy, and all I've ever wanted.
One Friday night, Mom was out with her girlfriends, which meant she'll be too drunk to drive herself home and crash at her friend Linda's. Michael was playing a set at a local hot spot. I had the house to myself, so obviously, I had a man over to relieve my sexual needs. I was standing on my coffee table, playfully giving Alex a strip tease. I was just crawling up onto his lap in my matching black lace bra and panties when my brother burst through the door. He froze, as did I, but before I knew it he was yelling. At first I thought he was yelling at me, because obviously I was doing something severely wrong. But when I got over my shock, I heard his words clearly.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing to my girl?"
Did I hear him right? Or was I hallucinating? I got off of Alex's lap, and with an apology written all over my expression I told him he should leave. He didn't argue, and quickly got his jacket and jumped into his car.
I looked at my brother, embarrassed. "Michael! I'm sorry, I thought you were gone for the night, I...I..." I stopped stammering in time to realize his eyes scanning over me. From my bra-covered breasts to the black heels I had on. (I try to be as sexy as possible, I love seeing lust-driven hunger in my victims' eyes before I fuck their brains out.) I blushed. His eyes met mine before he took a step toward me. I took a step back, surprised, pretty much convinced that what I saw in my dear brother's eyes was me hallucinating again. Thinking of hallucinating, I quickly asked, "Why did you say I was YOUR girl?" My hands were clasped behind my back, a habit I had that meant I was very nervous. Michael knew this.
He smiled at me. "Because, Maddi, you're mine."
My expression must of perfectly conveyed how confused I was, because he took the initiative to explain further. "I can't hide it any longer, I want you Maddi." He took a step toward me again, and this time I didn't react by stepping back. He smiled again at that, and closed the space between us. "Do you mind?" he asked as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close to him. I couldn't speak, I could barely breathe. My brother just said he wanted me. He wanted me! My body shivered when he touched me, and all I could do was push my body against his. He accepted this as an answer and leaned his head down to kiss me once lightly on my lips. I moaned involuntarily, closing my eyes and trying to wrap my head around what was happening. He chuckled and kissed me again, harder, longer. He pushed his tongue through my lips and was sensually massaging mine with his. I kissed him back, swirling my tongue all around his mouth. Oh god it was so wonderful!
I reluctantly broke our kiss, gasping for air. "Is this really happening?" I breathed out in a whisper. He leaned back to look into my eyes. What he saw there must've satisfied him, because he kissed me once again roughly, before bending down to sweep my legs out from under me in one swift motion, holding me in a cradle position.
I giggled as he started for the stairs, and carried me into his room. He threw me onto his bed and stood at the foot of it. "Mm, you have no idea how many times I've pictured exactly what I'm seeing," he said as he lifted his T-shirt up and over his head, throwing it across his room. I just smiled at him, feeling like I was on Cloud 9 just with him kissing me the way he did. He unbuttoned his jeans quickly and kicked off his shoes before kneeling onto his bed and crawling up to me. He met my lips again, softer this time, and kissed me deeply. I placed a hand against his chest, my other running through his hair soothingly.
He reached behind me to unclasp my bra, and tore it off my body. He leaned back to look at what he just uncovered, my 34C's. He groaned. "My god Maddi," was all he said before moving his mouth to one of my breasts, taking in my right nipple and tweaking it with his tongue.