Don’t Use Mom’s Panties 5

Yes, they are short stories. It’s all I have time for. That’s just the way it is.



The next morning I left for college. I was only able to come home a few times and it was usually crammed full of family togetherness, so Mark and I couldn’t do our usual thing. By Spring Break in March, I was practically quivering with desire. I not only wanted to do these sessions with my brother…I needed them.

I would be in class and zoning out as the professor droned on and on and the next thing I knew I was daydreaming of Mark and his cock. I would leave class with my pussy so hot and wet that I worried about leaking onto my clothes. I tried to think of a clever way to mail Mark a pair of my panties, but I couldn’t figure out a way to get past Mom.

I missed the sight of his naked body, his throbbing cock, and I missed the taste of his cum. Many nights after my roommate had fallen asleep I would sneak into our bathroom to masturbate. I would take off my top and caress my breasts, once again pretending to spread his cum around on my body. I could use lotion, but I couldn’t swallow that. Yes, it might seem odd, but it’s what turned me on. I needed to taste his cum.

I didn’t fall in love with my brother in the sense that I wanted to marry him and bear his children. I’m pretty sure Mark felt the same way. We were always close, and our sexual activities were just bringing us closer. If it makes any sense, it was a friends with benefits type of relationship. Regardless, I needed it. I needed the sheer taboo erotica of those stolen moments.

Finally, it was time to go home for Spring Break. As luck would have it, Mark’s school was out at the same time. I was waiting for him in the driveway when he pulled in after school that Friday. I was wearing a short skirt. It was a respectable length, of course, but underneath it I was naked. If I could have gotten away without wearing a bra, then my nipples would have been poking through the top I had on. I was wet with desire. When I get that excited, there’s just no telling how far I could take it.

I was so excited when Mark’s truck turned the corner on our street. My heart skipped a beat when he pulled into the driveway, but it wasn’t because of desire. Mark had a girl sitting next to him in his truck!

“Well, damn it, this is going to complicate things!” I muttered to myself as he saw me and smiled and waved.

I must admit, the girl was cute. She had her blonde hair tied back in a ponytail and a huge smile as they approached me.