My Summer Back Home

To start off I need to say that despite my strong carnal urges I never expected this. Since I found out what sex is I’ve been having it, enjoying it probably more than I should. But like I said, I never expected to find such a pleasure turned euphoria from a cock that belonged to my brother.

I’m 21, full figured, kind of tall at 5’8”, with a 38DD chest and a plump that ass that has been said to mesmerize even the gays. And it has. My brother was a stocky kid, even as a child. He grew to be an average “not-exactly-a-jock-not-exactly-a-nerd” teenager. He was three years younger than me, just recently turned 18. Both my mom and dad lived with us, well, that was before I went off to a university about an hour away from home. I wouldn’t have to worry about my parents finding out about my every sexual conquest, which put most of the boys on the football team to shame. They were a fairly happy couple, hardly argued, but always found the time for each other. They enjoyed spending their nights out at some restaurant. Sometimes they got hotel rooms to relive young fantasies. Something I did not care to know as my mother painfully explained the credit card charge on her bill. I was just worried that they might see me on my own sex escapades. Hotel rooms were the perfect for one night stands that were more exciting than I initially thought. My first threesome was in a hotel room, my first lesbian experience. I found pleasure wherever it was had and I loved it. Again I never thought my more than average younger brother would satisfy me on every level. It was truly an accident, but one I’m so happy was made.

It started the summer after my freshmen year. I had come home for the following months, hopefully keeping in touch with those who casted the talent to keep up with me. Even though my mind raged with sexual hormones, I did feel homesick sometimes, and I was genuinely happy to be back home. Both my parents attacked me with their hugs, suffocating me before even entering the house.

“Jace come down and say hi to your sister!” My mom yelled.

Moments later I saw my brother for the first time in what felt like so long. He was shirtless and his hair was lightly damp, letting me know that he just showered. He came close to me. HIs body smelled like so many of the guys I’ve been with. The aroma of the typical bodywash brought me back to when I buried my nose in the shoulders of men who brought me to my climax. A part of me got excited. I was confused as to why, I shoved the thought away, chalking the arousion up to memories.

“Hey little brother,” I said as I held him tight to myself as a loving sister should.

I ruffled his black short cut hair, making him do this pouting face. The color of our hair was mutual, near jet black and straight. Most guys loved holding me by my hair, fucking me to the rhythm of their pulling. Jace’s bracelet got caught in my hair, yanking it as he pulled away. I almost moaned instinctively. I swallowed my sounds of pleasure and let out a fake groan of pain.
“Not even two seconds back home and already you hurt your sister.” Mom said, swatting at his shoulder in tepid fury.
I reached my hand out and got a fistfull of his short hair before pulling it. He winced in pain as he took it.

“There, now we’re even.” I said, leveling the playing field.

“So what do you want to do first now that you’re home for the summer?” My mother asked.

Honestly, at that moment, I just wanted to masturbate. I wanted to feel my smooth thighs and lightly graze the short muff that covered my more than occasionally wet pussy.

“I was thinking I can just settle in for now. You know get back to being ‘At home Julia,’ and out of ‘cramming all night’ Julia.” I lied.

The only thing I crammed was a hard cock down my throat. Which I did almost every night. Fredrick had the longest and thickest cock I had yet. I made it apparent that we were a thing, yet still available to other companionship, which neither of us had a problem with.

“Well we have all summer to go out. Sam, help your daughter bring in her things.” My mom commanded in that suave voice that hypnotized my father.

“Yes dear.” He said, annoyed that Jace isn’t the one helping.

I settled in pretty quickly.


After putting all my things away I quickly went to shower. It wasn’t anything like Sarah’s multiform shower head with a rapid pulse setting, but it gave me a moment to myself and treat myself to a nice welcome home orgasm. I grabbed my towel and underclothes and scampered away into the upstairs bathroom. I started the water and waited for it to get steamy. In the meantime I slowly undressed myself, watching myself in the mirror. Even I loved my body, I pined to touch it randomly. I’d brush my hand against my cunt, I’d give my nipples a quick pinch, especially if I wanted them hard to show off to some cute guy. I had completely disrobed myself, my panties in my hand. I smelled them, the drying juices of my pussy. I was so entranced that I didn’t hear Jace barge in.

“Holy fuck, Julia, I-I’m so sorry!” He shouted.

“Get out you fucking perv!” I screamed over the splashing water.

I saw that his headphones in his ears, which made since, him not hearing the water run. I immediately covered myself, watching him turn away and run. My slim arms were not enough to cover my whole chest. I know for a fact that my big and peach colored nipples stuck out, he must’ve seen them. I went to the door and locked it this time. I went back to feel that the water was nice and hot. I stepped inside and let myself be lathered all over my curvy body. I rushed in cleaning my body and hair. Being so close to being able to touch myself with no worries made my pussy even wetter than it was in the shower. Finally done with washing away all the soap from my lovely soft light skin, I laid down in my tub. The water fell down in small droplets on my stomach and waist. I made this little pathway for the water with my hand, creating this cheap waterfall. I made it so the water would splash down right on my clit. The hot temperature and soft pounding against my sensitive organ made me thrive a little in the tub. I could feel myself throb as i slipped my middle finger into my tight cunt. I tickled my g-spot, diving right into the pleasure of things. I craved a woman’s tongue at that moment. I slipped in my index finger, feeling my entrance tighten against my tiny fingers. Oh God, I missed feeling a beer can thick cock spread my slippery wet lips and splitting me in two. I shoved a third finger in me. When Frederick fucked me I could feel his every inch in me, ripping me apart. My mind wandered back to his beach body and 7 inch rod. I remember the way my fingers wrapped around his shaft, my fingertips barely touching each other after wrapping myself around him. Another wave of pleasure crashed against my cervix, the feelings shooting out of the tips of my fingers and into my bed. I fingered myself faster, moaning as I remembered Sarah’s first time with a girl, me. The way she was shy, yet tongued me with such talent. Her small tongue would dart inside me before licking the length of my pussy, sucking my blushing lips and clit into her hungry mouth. I would hold her head in place and grind against her stiff little wet tongue. I shoved my pinky in my sopping cunt, stretching myself, not nearly as much as Fredrick would. I started moaned, my other hand pinching my tits. My nipples would always get so sensitive after being abused a little. I was knuckle deep into my pussy, my mind flashing back to small tongues and thick, engorged, veiny cocks. I loved being on the pill, feeling them bust inside of me. Bonus points for those who made me suck their cum from their cocks after making a mess of my pussy. It makes me shiver when they make me clean up. I could feel my hand starting to squeeze around my huge tits. I craned my head down and started licking my erect tits. I flicked my spongy tongue against myself while in my mouth, adding on to the flooding joy that I felt between my legs. I moaned with a mouthful of my chest, naturally forcing my fingers to fuck my twat faster. I could feel it, the big rush of an orgasm. My body was starting to go on without me, my muscles tightening, my hand moving faster and faster. I bit down on my succulent breast, keeping myself from shouting to the rooftops about how good my pussy feels. My thumb on its own starting rubbing my little throbbing clit. My cum shot out of me, wetting my already drenched hand. Suddenly I thought about Jace and how maybe he was outside, trying to hear me cum. Then I realized I was thinking about Jace and how hard he would be if he was listening.

‘Why am I thinking about Jace?’ I questioned myself.

My thoughts were returned to my orgasm, the last of it peeking at its high point. My wrist was sore and the tiny drops of water that hit my clitty made me flinch in overwhelming pleasure. So much for getting clean.

Night had come and I had still yet to make a date that would end up in me being bent over some Chevy in the late night. I grabbed my phone, sending enticing messages to whatever guys I had saved in my contacts. I texted Freddie.

*There’s no way you can get a later flight??* I sent, hoping for good news.

I plopped myself on my bed, my hand rubbing itself against my exposed midriff, tugging at my waistband. I looked at my phone, filled with messages of disappointment, telling me they’re all leaving to go back home. My fingers slipped under my pajama pants. I softly rubbed my sensitive bundle of nerves. I jumped when I first grazed acrossed it, still feeling overly stimulated with every tiny brush. I wouldn’t mind a pair of lips wrapping themselves around my little clitty and start sucking until the hours passed. Their face would be dripping in my cum. Again I checked my phone.

*Sry. Family is waiting. At the airport already.* Freddie texted.

I felt more disappointment than I did pleasure. Maybe the mailman is some young stud who took on some shifts for the summer. It was hopeless. I decided that tonight I would sleep. It didn’t even feel worth it, touching myself. With some luck maybe tomorrow will bring me a guy. My desperateness tainted my mind. I started dreaming about Jace. At first he was hugging me, and I don’t know how but I ended up bent over his lap, his fingers between my thighs and his tongue skimming across my ass, occasionally dipping his tongue into my asshole. I woke up, startled and scared but so incredibly wet. I soaked through my pajama pants and had to change. I couldn’t sleep after that.

Jace was a runner. Every morning he’d go out for a jog, taking anywhere between an hour and two hours every morning, then jump in the shower. His routine hadn’t change, and they wouldn’t now. I walked downstairs, craving a bowl of cereal before hitting the town. Both mom and dad were off at work. They wouldn’t be home until 4:00PM. Just like clockwork.

“Hey Jace.” I said, forgetting the incident yesterday.

“Hey Jules,” He said after awkwardly gawking at me.

I had settled into basketball shorts and a shirt that barely covered anything. It was like I wasn’t even thinking this morning. In a haze I had dropped the cereal box. I bent over to pick it up, groaning loudly at the fact I had to bend over. But I didn’t have to. I could have easily kneeled down to pick it up. Something in my mind told me to bend over. I could feel his eyes glancing over my way while he stretched. He couldn’t help it even if he was gay.

‘Ew why am I bending over for my brother.’ I realized.

I straightened up fast, trying to find out where my head was at.

“Why are you still here?” I spat.

A hurt, confused face washed over him.


“Go. Run.” I said, nearly trying to command him.

“I-is this about yesterday?” He asked, forcing me to think of his stare against my bare body.

“What? No, ew. Just leave already. And stop being such a fucking pervert. Find yourself a girlfriend, watch porn. Just stop trying to get off at looking at me.” I snapped, trying to convince myself of the same thing.

He began to turn red and really resentful.

“It wasn’t like that, I’m sorry.” He said before hurrying out the door.

Maybe I was too harsh on him. Maybe I was the one at fault for thinking such sick thoughts. I really need a distraction.

The house was still empty. Breakfast was long and over with and still it felt like time was dragging on forever. I went back upstairs, thinking that a nap might help pass the time if I wasn’t scared pale by way too imaginative nightmares. At the top I saw that Jace left his door open. His hamper was right next to his door. I noticed his shirt half thrown in. That was the shirt he slept in. Would it be so wrong? I mean, it would remind me of someone else, even if it was his.

“Fuck it.” I decided.

I grabbed his shirt and jumped into his bed. His scent mixed in with the smell of the typical man. I had no trouble slipping into my pants, the loose basketball shorts allowed me that quick easy access. It came as no surprise feeling how wet I was already. I was in for quite the hour.

Time no longer felt like forever. In fact it seemed to speed up along with the glee building in my cunt. It’s a good thing I hadn’t cummed yet. How else was I supposed to explain the mess? Ugh, I had to stop myself against my desires. Just a few more seconds of the ol’ in and out and I would have become a human fountain. I got up, nearly tripping over my shorts were wrapped around my ankles. I quickly remade the bed and threw his shirt back into the hamper. I exited his room, my legs buckling and causing me to lean against the cool wood. I rubbed my lips with my wet fingers. I opened up to see a sticky mess, strains of my own fluid stretch across each of my spread fingers. It was instinct to lick them. I usually lick them off of someone else’s fingers, but the frequent desire to be dirty came every so often when I played with myself. I had to get myself together before Jace got home. I couldn’t gauge myself on how trampy I seemed. My head was still stuck in college, writing down chemistry notes while rubbing the lap of the geeky kid next to me. This isn’t helping. Neither was hearing the front door open. I put on my sleepy face and stumbled down the steps.

“You’re back already?” I asked, as if I hadn’t spent the last 60 minutes worrying about time.

“I had to come back sooner or later.” He said, doing his after jog stretches.

I started to notice my little brother and his body. The way his legs were completely toned, how his arms showed signs of muscle, his torso was still just slim. Though having him wipe his face with the bottom of his shirt, leaving him to be just a body, it left me to realize that if that body had belonged to someone else, they would have opened their eyes to see me on my knees in front of them.

“You smell.” I said, trying to push away any and all sexual thoughts.

“Well that’s usually what happens when you go running for about an hour.” He said with his smart ass voice.

I needed to leave. I walked away and escaped into my room. I had changed into something proactive, slipped some condoms into my purse and made my way towards the door.

“Hey Julia,” Jace went, catching me as I passed by the kitchen.

I turned my head, not really wanting to stop.

“Did you sleep all day?” He asked. I didn’t really feel like telling my younger brother that I spent the morning getting further acquainted with my fingers.

“Yeah I did. Why?” I pretended to wonder.

“Just asking.” He said, removing himself from sight.

With that did and done I walked out, wondering where the seediest man could be found.

I found this rocknroll bar. I went all over town to find the perfect place where there would be a man waiting to meet me. I walked in and already I got excited.

“Perfect.” I said to myself, looking at all the candidates.

I made my way towards the bar. There was a guy, mid 20’s, lonely, spaced out on whatever game was playing.

“What’s got you feeling so down?” I asked, scooting my chair closer to his.
He turned my way, giving me that quick up and down look.
I couldn’t remember for the life of me of how we got into the men’s bathroom. One moment I was checking him out at the bar, the next he had his hands on my face, shoving his tongue into my mouth. I didn’t mind it. In fact I wanted more of him in my mouth. I fumbled around his waistband, tugging at it. Gladly he understood. One of his hands slide down my face, over my neck, atop of my breast, squeezing them quickly, above my stomach and finally onto his belt. He grabbed my hand, putting it on his cock. It was a well sized thick member, sizing in at around six inches. I’ve had plenty of fun with six inches. I giggled at his touch, making him twitch. Without thinking I kneeled down in front of him. My eyes shot upward, seeing him already throw his head back. The tip of his cock entered my mouth, pursing my lips around his sensitive rod. I flicked my tongue over the hole, shooting a wave of pleasure into his body. It intensified as I promptly slid more of his dick into my mouth. Lucky for me, he pulled out everything he could. While my throat was being used I took the moment to stick out my tongue and drag it against his balls.

“Oh fuck that’s good,” He moaned.

His hands were on my head, softly moving with the sway of my head.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum, ohhhhhhh.” He went on, surprisingly.

There wasn’t much of a warning. My inner whore kicked in and slipped him out of my mouth. I stuck my tongue out, mouth wide open, and offered my hole to his cum. My hands picked up speed, jerking him vigorously. Like a gun he shot of lines and lines of cum into me, some of it on me. My top lip was certainly drenched, my cheeks slightly topped with sperm. Best of all, his thick man juice filled up my mouth indefinitely. He looked down on me, my finger wiping all the extra cum into my smiling mouth. He smiled too, even more so when he saw me swallow his entire load.

“So what do I call you?” I asked curiously.

This slutty bathroom encounter would for sure wander into my mind one night.

“Jace.” He said.

My heart fluttered, or dropped, or twisted.

“No kidding.” I mentioned. I could see I had his interest now.

“Were you thinking about someone else?” He questioned, kind of jealous.

Was I thinking of Jace? Was I turned on to begin with or did hearing his name make me this wet? For the life of me I couldn’t answer those questions. What I did know was that I had a potential fuck waiting for me if I played my cards right.

“Maybe. Does that make you mad? Does it upset you that I was thinking of some other cock cumming down my throat?” I egged on.

I can see the dirty talk made his cock twitch. He started turning red, unsure of what to do. He grabbed me by the hair, shoving my face on his cock. My spit that coated him was getting rubbed all against my face. The dirtiness turned me on.
“Am I upsetting you? I didn’t mean to call you a boring time, it’s just you haven’t showed me a good time.” I said, my moving lips gliding against his cock.

“Shut up and start sucking me.” He commanded of me.

“Oh so demanding. I think I struck a nerve.” I laughed.

He took advantage of the moment. I continued to laugh even as he pulled my hair. He silenced me by shoving his half hard cock into my mouth. My moans sent shivers throughout his body. I could tell he was trying so hard. I sucked hard, knowing his sensitive cock could barely handle the stimulation. I looked up at him, almost challenging him. He saw me try to make a mockery of him. He responded with force, shoving his hardening dick down my throat. It wasn’t long before his entire member was engorged and ready for a fucking. Once hard he stopped holding onto my head and slid his cock from out of my mouth. I was gasping for air, his thrusts weren’t exactly helping me breathe. By my hair, he pulled me back to my feet, forcing me to turn around and have him towards my back.

“What are you gonna do now? Fuck me senseless in a bathroom stall. Nothing new.” I teased, raising my hips and rubbing his cock with my nice round ass.

I suddenly felt his fingers rubbing my cunt. He didn’t stop until his digits were dripping. After so, he ran his fingers down my cunt and up between my spankable cheeks. He made it so all of my ass was as wet as my pussy.

“Go ahead and get it over with, I have 5 minutes to kill.” I egged.

I turned my head to see the anger rise in him. I kept testing him and he could tell what I was doing. I imagined feeling his decent sized cock ram into my pussy, having him fill the void that’s been haunting me ever since the night before I left for home. His cockhead rubbed up and down my lower body, from my clit to on top of my ass. As I was about to make another smartass comment, he shoved his rock hard cock into me. I was shocked, surprised, I yelled out as I felt him split me. I made him so angry and jealous and inferior. He reacted to what I threw his way, and his retaliation was to shove his entire cock up my ass in one thrust.

“Oh fuck, fuck I wasn’t expecting that.” I admitted.

He grabbed me by the hair, reeling me back like some fishing pole.

“Who are you thinking about now huh slut? That’s my cock in your ass. I’m tearing you up in some bathroom, making you a bitch on my cock.” He said confidently.

I played along, finding it not hard to do so. I was thinking of someone else though. Jace was still on my mind. While I didn’t picture his face and body fucking me in a bathroom, I still thought to myself that Jace’s cock was pumping in and out of my ass. It made me feel like I could have all of the good stuff without feeling guilty or bad about it. I could have my cake and eat it too.

“Just you Jace. You feel so good in my ass baby.” I said between moans, not necessarily lying.

He started grunting while he filled my ass with his meat. The tabooness I created in my mind was making me want to cum. I could feel my hand between my thighs. Like I have before coming here, I started rubbing my clit.
“
Oh Jace, help me cum. Help me come my sweet Jace.” I said, coolly.

I wondered how he reacted if I told him the truth. That his cock only turned me on because he had the same name as my brother, the guy I was having mixed feelings before. Would he be disgusted and stop? Would he play along for my benefit. God I wished he would, but I never spoke a word about my hidden fantasies. With his cock in my ass, the idea of Jace, my brother, was becoming more of non-shameful thing to feel. Maybe it was because I was in a horny mental state. Maybe my crave for cock out burned the sinful feeling of wanting my brother to take my body and make it his to do whatever he pleased. I think it was, because now I could picture him. I closed my eyes and pretended that Stranger Jace was now Brother Jace. I imagined my baby brother claiming my ass as his.

“Say that I’m yours. Yours to use.” I found myself begging.

My voice soothed Jace, making him moan at the sound of me begging to be objectified.

“You’re my slut. This ass of yours is mine.” He ended his dirty talk with a swift smack of my ass.
I could feel my ass jiggle as his handmark started to show on my skin.

“Oh yeah Jace. Smack my ass.” I pleaded.

He decided to amuse me, squeezing my ass hard in his hands before striking me again.
I wondered if my brother would be as physical as this Jace was being. Would my baby brother shove his dick up my tight asshole and slap it until I begged him to stop? A part of me wanted it to be as true as anything ever could. At that moment all I could do was fantasize. I went on imagining about my own blood splitting me down my ass.

“Oh Jace. I wanted this for so long. I can’t tell you how bad I needed a big strong man to put me in my place.” I said, seductivity in my voice.

I got my ass smacked more, harder this time. It was starting to sting now and I loved it. I could feel the vibration deep in my ass, feeling it make his cock twitch inside of me. The vibration helped everything, bringing me closer to my orgasm. My hands became a machine now, unable to stop from rubbing my clit.

“Oh Jace, fuck me. Fuck me harder. I-I’m so close to cumming. Come on baby, come on Jace. Show me that you’ve grown into quite the man,” I said, slightly indulging myself into the taboo.

Stranger Jace didn’t really react to it, not questioning the origin of my moaning words. Instead he just quickened his pace, his hips slamming against my sore ass cheeks. I could feel the urge to cum build. I almost fell, nearly passing out at the pleasure. I screamed, not caring if anyone heard. Feeling Jace’s cock deep in my ass while I worked my clit brought me such pleasure. HIs hands had to take a break from spanking the naughty into me and used them to hold me up right. I wanted to collapse, I wanted to thrash around on the floor as my cum gushed out of me. I wanted to ride the waves of climax until the second I felt him deposit another load into my ass. Me cumming helped move things along with him. His moans started to get loud, his thrusts were becoming manic, almost like he was trying to break me from the waist. He was fucking me like a wild animal and my baby brother’s face was all I could see. I wanted to watch him cum in me. I wanted to see the dirty lust in his eyes and he fills his sister’s asshole full of his incestious cum. I would have to settle for Stranger Jace’s cum, and watching a face that isn’t my brother’s while he cummed.

“Mhhhm, that felt a-amazing Jace. Who knew you could do such things,” I moaned.

I slid my hand further down, massaging his balls while he took my ass as ravenously as he pleases. It’s like I could almost feel the churn, getting ready to dump a second load of cum into my body.

“Oh yeah baby,” He said, returning to the action of smacking my ass. “Keep touching me. I can feel myself getting ready to cum.” He explained.

Every time I felt his hand make contact with my redding skin, I gave him a little squeeze. He would moan at that every time I did it.

I wanted his cum already. I wanted to come down from the sex high and ask myself if I really did want Jace’s cock and see if it was a true desire or some cock hungry fevered fantasy. I reached higher on his body. With my thumb and side of my index finger, I grabbed ahold of his cock at the base of it. I did my best to try to jerk him off into my ass. The added pleasure must’ve made something click in him. His fingers dug into my ass and his thrusts became slower and harder.

“F-Fuck, I’m cumming,” He nearly screamed. “Ooooohhhh y-yeah.” He moaned.

I could feel the cum in his cock before shooting in me. My hand gripped him as tight as I could, feeling him twitch before firing off another rope of cum. WIth it being the second time he cums it wasn’t as big as his first load. Uh his first load was so big and thick. He had given me an entire mouthful, having to swallow twice to take it all down. I felt the sticky substance fill my ass, feeling about half a mouthful worth of man juice in me.

Suddenly he became breathless, gasping as he has yet to remove himself from my freshly fucking asshole. His hands were still embedded into the soft skin of my ass. Brother Jace’s hands were always soft. I thought about how our skin would rub against each other, his fingertips slowly grazing my smooth ass. I was lost in thought. Stranger Jace began removing himself, slowly. I felt his wet and warm cock slide out of me with ease. He came out with a soft wet plop. Acting on instincts I returned to my knees. I didn’t even think about it. I went on to cleaning his cock, making his thrash about against the stall wall. I could taste my ass on his cock, along with the salty bitterness of his yummy cum. I gave one good hard suck before dragging it out of my mouth.

“Thank you,” I said, realizing the way he helping me dive into the pervertedness of my own mind. “It was fun fucking a Jace.” I added.

He just smiled at me while I hiked my skirt back up and proceeded to walk out. Everyone stared at me, knowing it was me who was screaming not to long ago. It turned me on, that and feeling fresh cum drip out of my ass and down my legs.

I made it back home and proceeded to shower undisturbed. The hot sticky cum had stained my body, leaving a dry residue on my shapely legs. It was still wet between my ass cheeks. I had fun with that while I stripped down for my hot shower. I didn’t lock the door, hoping Jace might walk in and watch me rub my asshole, possibly entice him into him to explore the female body with his big sister. Sadly he never came in.

It was night, around 7:30. I checked my phone to see a message from my mother.

*Hi sweetie, your father and I are going to catch a movie and have a late dinner. Won’t be home until around Midnight. Make sure you and your brother eat. Love you.*

It was hard not to take this as a sign. My mind continued to battle itself, though I stopped trying to fight it. The only thing holding me back was a moral consciousness. But as a girl who gave a blowjob to whatever frat boy that brought her a drink, I didn’t really care for my moral consciousness.

I walked on towards downstairs, feeling like tv might help take my mind off of things. Then I remembered that my brother is still here, and that this isn’t my dorm room, isolated and would be for hours. Jace was on the tv, flipping through whatever bullshit program popped up. I decided that it had been too long since I had a drink. There were no frat boys to come and make me a drink so I had to do the mixing myself, though I’m sure I made it too strong. Despite the soda I could still smell the stinginess of whiskey in the cup. ‘It’ll make me drunk faster,’ I concluded before taking multiple swigs from it. I sat down on the loveseat across from the couch that Jace laid on. He stopped flipping the channel when some teenage movie came on. It resembled a lot like my days back in college. If only he knew they were that wild, wilder even. I continued to drink, feeling the effects spread through my head and down my body.

“When was the last time we drank together?” I asked, breaking the silence between us.

“I don’t know,” He went on, still focused on the tv. “A little over a year ago.” He answered.
Suddenly I was standing. I walked over and placed my cup on the small coffee table in front of him.

“That’s yours.” I said before leaving to the kitchen to fix myself another drink, a stronger one.

I could tell he was confused, that he stared at me while I walked away, wondering my issue was. I was just glad his eyes were on me, more than likely observing my ass sway back and forth with every step. I mean I am a girl, shouldn’t he be interested in me? Even curiously? I lost my train of thought as I watched the ice cubes drown in the elixir of alcohol. This would for sure make my head spin. Again I drank from my cup, letting the horrible feeling sink down my stomach, burning like the hot cum I swallowed hours before. I made my way back to my seat, pretending to be on my phone while I secretly to see if Jace would notice my body in my loose, low cut half shirt and incredibly short shorts. Those shorts did everyone a justice, barely covering the size of my ass. It didn’t leave much to the imagination.

“DId you get mom’s text?” I asked.

“Yeah,” He answered, picking up the cup and smelling it.
He made a face, but then shrugged and went on to drink. He winced through the burn.

“Looks like we’re gonna have the house to ourselves,” He said, recovering from the sip he took.

I smiled, knowing that a cup like that full of booze was enough to make anyone tipsy, including my not so bodily dense brother.

The first half an hour we spent just watching the movie, a stupid plot and all the excuses to show girls topless. Hopefully that sparked something in him. With alcohol in my system and being fucked while dreaming of Jace pushed me to try. I’ll never know if it’s him I want unless I have him and feel what it’s like first hand. If it felt more wrong than anything we could always stop and just kiss a little, chalking everything up as a crazy mistake. If it felt like it’s everything I’ve ever wanted, then I would have to seduce him to the point where he knows it wouldn’t be a one time thing. I was dead set on it. I finished my cup, wanting more booze to help me settle my nerves. Again I made my way into the kitchen.

“Want another?” I asked.

I could hear the ice cubes slide around as he pounded back the last of his drink.

“Sure.” He said.

I walked over to the couch. He left the cup on the low table right in front of him. I have never been so happy to be so tall. I bent over, my tits nearly falling out of my shirt, and picked up his cup as slow as I could. I felt him glance my way.