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Subject: Shower with My Brother (not quite m/f incest)
Date: Sun, 07 Aug 2005 15:20:41 -0700
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My first semi-autobiographical story, the names have been changed to
protect the innocent. -M
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It started off to be one of the best days of my life. My parents were
visiting my older sister Julie at college in Ann Arbor, my little
brother Jason (a sophomore and just over a year younger) was always in
his room doing who knows what, the soccer team was having a great
spring, and I had a date that night with Eric. It ended up taking a
hard turn for the worse during the game as one of the bitches from New
Trier tripped me from behind. I landed hard on my right hand spraining
my wrist and breaking two fingers, and then she ran over my left hand
breaking that wrist. "Luckily" it was a morning game and my best
friend Danielle got me home from the emergency room with about 45
minutes until Eric showed up. With the pain killers I was on, I hadn't
even thought of cancelling the date.
It never occurred to me as Dani drove off, after opening the door for
me, that getting ready for the date would be too hard to handle by
myself. I managed to get up stairs ok and opened the drawer of the
dresser with just my thumb. But then I tried to get my uniform off.
The pain shooting through my wrist even over the pills made it clear
that the uniform was much too tight for me to get that done. I thought
of calling Dani, but she was already late for her dad's birthday. My
next thought was Marci across the street, but then I remembered she was
gone for the weekend too. With my brain still stirred up I called out
for the only person I could think of.
"Jason, come in here"... which brought only silence.
"Jason!"
"What"
"I need your help."
"Why should I?"
I checked my purse and saw a twenty, a ten, a five, and two ones.
"I'll give you five bucks." The silence was deafening and I said "ten"
"Twenty." he finally grumbled in reply.... "Ten"... "Twenty or no deal"
Gingerly using my two good fingers I took the twenty out and scooted it
under the bed skirt. "I only have seventeen!"
After a long pause I finally heard, "Fine." I could sense him rolling
his eyes as he tromped down the hall. "What do you... holy, cow, what
happened to you?"
"Stupid mid-fielder bitch from New Trier. I need your help getting
ready for tonight." And then I did get to see him roll his eyes. As
he spiraled his hands in the hurry-it-up motion, I added "I need you to
help me get out of these clothes, put bags on my hands so I can shower,
and then get dressed."
As a sign of how out of it I was, what he said next hadn't even
occurred to me "You're paying me to watch you naked?" and even then the
full ramifications didn't set in.
"No." and my brain rambled quickly ahead, still stuck on the money
"That isn't fair and you know it. You only get the money if you take
your clothes off first."
He stood there stock still, in shock looking me up and down with a
perverse gleam that only teenage boys can muster. "Deal." And next
thing I knew, my sixteen year old brother was standing (limply and
unimpressively) naked in front of me.
I started by having him get my cleats, shin pads, and socks off... as I
distractedly imagined how much bigger Eric must be. I knew I was
probably the only girl in my year who hadn't blown a guy yet and how
much he wanted it, and I began to imagine what I might do that evening
when Jason interuppted, "Uh, what next."
I blushed a little in the transition from Eric to my brother, although
it still hadn't hit me. "My top I guess" and he had to get a bit
closer to lift my top off and as it came off I saw that he wasn't quite
as little anymore. My mind slowly started kicking in and I didn't want
to show him my chest just yet. "Uh, my shorts next."
He began to slide the too tight soccer shorts down, but ended up
pulling my panties part way down too with a croaking "sorry" as his
eyes were at about the level of my neatly trimmed bush. Annoyed and a
bit shocked, I told him to back off and kicked them the rest of the way
off. But now when he came to lift off my sports bra, his firmly
errect 7+ inch dick brushed accidentally against my side and I turned a
bright red at his too heavy breathing.
"Hurry up and help me get in the shower!" I said flustered and a bit
woozy.
"Didn't you want bags for your hands?"
"No, I'll just hold them up while you rinse me off."
And I went quickly down the hall to the bathroom and climbed into the
tub and put my arms straight in the air. Trying not to look too
obviously he climbed in too and turned on the spicket, adjusted the
temperature, and then flicked the lever for the shower. He picked up
the wash cloth and soap, turned around to face me, and then it hit me
--Holy-shit! I'm naked in the shower with my little brother who's got
a raging hard-on!-- I quickly turned around so that I faced away and
said, "Get going."
After what seemed like an eternity of his running the soapy rag up and
down my back and legs (studiously avoiding my rear), as I tried to
fight my mind from turning to mixed thoughts of him (my little
brother!) and Eric, I snapped "Don't forget my pits and front!"
He paused nervously as if afraid to ask how he should do it, and then
he did the only thing he could think of with out asking, stepped
forward with his erect penis touching my lower back he began to run the
soapy rag around my front. Whenever his hand brushed what was
obviously a nipple he pulled back and had to start again, his dick
again moving against my soapy back. "That's enough!" I said, images of
Jason starting to outweigh those of Eric, "I can rinse off myself. Get
out and get a towel!" And I turned in the warm water with my hands
still in the air.
Opening my eyes I saw his now throbbing penis still standing straight
out and had to swollow. "I don't want you rubbing that all over me!
Wrap up with a towel before you dry me off." Without a word, or taking
his wide-open eyes off me he wrapped the towel around his waste and
then dried me off. He finished dressing me, the towel only slipping
off twice, and pulled my hair back, just before Eric pulled up.
That night, as I ran my tongue over Eric's barely 6" rod I couldn't
help imagining what I could have done in the shower with my "little"
brother earlier in the day... and I can only imagine that Jason was
thinking of his big sister as he relieved all of the pressure that had
built up while he earned his $17.