It had been a while since I'd had sex with anyone. I had been aching to feel a man inside of me again. There was a primal need to make passionate love to someone again—anyone. I had spent the evening out at a family gathering and my brother John was kind enough to drive me, as my car had been in the shop for the past few days. When we arrived at my apartment, I invited him in for a beer.
"How's it going with that guy?" he asked me.
"Devin? You know we broke up a while ago, right? It's been like three months now," I replied.
"Oh shit! Sorry Beth, I didn't know. Are you okay? I mean you must be if it's been that long ago now," John said.
I replied, "Yeah, I'm good. Mostly. I don't really miss Devin much, but I do miss getting laid on the regular."
I instantly regretted saying that out loud.
"I know what you mean... about the sex part, but you were too good for that guy," John said.
"Thanks? I think?" I replied, not sure exactly why my brother was telling me this.
"I'm serious! You're beautiful. I've always low-key had a crush on you," John said, much to my surprise.
I was taken aback by his words. John was three years my senior, and while tall and handsome, I'd never really pictured him as anything other than my older brother. Here he was closing the gap between us, and I could feel he didn't mean that platonically. He hugged me and I could feel the bulge in his jeans. He was half hard and hugging me, and suddenly I felt something inside of me beg for him. I don't know if I was just horny from lack of sex, or if I actually felt something more for him. I suddenly felt a wetness in my panties thinking about how I'd never kissed him before and how much in this moment I wanted to.
As if he had read my mind, John leaned in and kissed me hard. As I kissed him back, I could feel him getting harder. I wanted- needed to feel it. I reached down and rubbed the length of his hardening cock. He felt big, much bigger than I expected. I undid his belt and opened the top of his jeans. His penis was easily seven inches in length. Though not the girthiest dick I'd ever seen, it was long, and I needed it. He kissed me harder now. His tongue occasionally making its way in to greet mine.
I was soaked now, aching for him, wanting him to have his way with me. He reached his hand down to my waist and slipped it under my skirt. John moaned when he touched the wetness of my panties, rubbing me right where I needed it most.
"Damn. Someone's excited," he said.
"Says the guy who was rock hard from just a hug," I retorted.
"Shut up and kiss me," he said, pulling me in closer and kissing me.
He pulled my panties down and I—probably less than gracefully—stepped out of them. He kissed me again. As he rubbed his fingers against my slit, I could feel my wetness all over his hand. He slid a finger inside and I almost lost my balance.
"Easy there! That good huh?" Johnny joked.
"Shut up! It's been a minute for me," I jabbed back.
John resumed fingering me and I rubbed his shaft as he did so. Though, it was hard to focus on doing anything other than the immense pleasure I was feeling as his thumb circled my clit. He managed to bring me to orgasm with just his hand in a mere minute or two. After the waves of pleasure subsided, I took his cock into my mouth to return the favor. It wasn't my favorite thing to do—give a guy head—but somehow, I didn't really mind my brothers cock in my mouth. I sucked and licked him up and down the length of his member. He then pulled me to my feet and kissed me some more.
"Goddamm Beth. Are we really going to do this?" he asked.
"I want you so bad, Johnny. I don't even care if it's wrong. I want to fuck you," I replied.
"I don't have any condoms on me. Do you?"
"No, but fuck it, I'm on the pill," I replied, while stripping his shirt off of him.
"Are you sure?" John asked, while we proceeded to strip each other naked.
"Yes, fuck me. I want to feel you inside of me. All of you," I begged.
He kissed me again and picked me up so that I was straddling his waist. He carried me to my bedroom and kissed me some more. I could feel his erection against my ass as he held me in his arms. He wanted me, maybe needed me, as much as I needed him. He put me down on the bed and crawled on top of me, kissing me once more.