Don’t Use Mom’s Panties 2

Part 2 of a series of short stories. It’s a slow building story.




My brother slowly pulled my panties away from his face and looked up at me and asked, “Are you sure about this? You want to watch me get off?”

“Yes!” I whispered urgently. “Now hurry up and do it before I change my mind.”

I watched his hips lift upward off of the bed as he slid his pants and underwear down to his knees. His cock was stiff and I was spellbound as if in a trance as I watched it bend down with his underwear and then spring back as the waistband released it. It slapped his abdomen with force as it sprang back.

He watched me staring at it and he flexed his muscles making it bounce upward a few times. He laughed at my reaction. “Well?” he asked.

I didn’t understand what he meant at first but then I realized he wanted my opinion. “It’s very nice,” I told him softly. “I mean, I haven’t really, ummm, seen one like this before. I’ve only felt it through their pants.”

“You can tough me,” he said hoarsely. He swallowed and cleared his throat. This was affecting him as well as me. “Go ahead.”

I got down on my knees beside his bed. I gave it a good look. He was big, but I didn’t really have much to compare it to. It twitched again as I looked at it. I glanced over at his face and he smiled back at me. It was an amazing thing, really. I had seen him in our younger years but it was all soft and squishy back then. This thing…this man thing was now stiff and engorged. It has veins along the side and a big reddish-pink helmet head on top. I couldn’t imagine how I was going to fit that thing inside of me.

Correction: Not inside of me! I mean, not his thing. Not my brother’s cock. Nope. That wasn’t going to happen.