The Big Brother Tickle

I don’t really remember the first time I got that “tickle,” that urge down below that told me I was turned on. But I do remember the first time it was strong enough that I decided to do something about it. I was walking past my past my brother Ryan’s room and he was taking off his shirt. The sight of his chest and his firm abs, his back when he turned around, all that bare skin…the hint of his navy blue underwear, it made the tickle grow from a tickle to a throb.

After that day I paid a lot of extra attention to Ryan. He was used to attention from girls, being over six feet tall with dark hair and pretty blue eyes that rivaled my own in intensity, but for him getting attention from me was a novelty. I usually minded my own business, much more content to call my girlfriends on the phone or go shopping than hang around the house with my older brother. I knew my change in behavior was a total 180, but still, when I started hanging around his room asking for hugs and kisses he was always very free with the love and he never made it seem like a big deal. He liked to dote on me, but I could tell he also genuinely liked to touch and be touched. That was how I knew I could eventually get him.

Ryan and I were a little less than two years apart, and while our younger siblings got home later than us especially due to soccer, ballet and other extra curricular activities, Ryan and I got out of school at the same time, which meant we were often home alone for a few hours. Our favorite thing to do during that time became either watching movies or playing video games. Whenever we would watch movies I would sit really close and either put his arm around me or drape my legs across him.

At sixteen I was tall with a small waist, athletic figure, C cup breasts, and long shapely legs, so I used those things to my advantage. I wore low cut tank tops a lot, and either short skirts or shorts. When I wore short shorts and rest my legs on him he would rub them, running his hand up and down my thigh. That always gave me the tickle.

One day when he was stroking my legs, I slightly parted them, hoping he would take the bait. He did. He ran his hand up and down the inside of my thigh. By this time I was very wet. Ryan was very cute, and all the girls knew it. Even though I was his sister I wasn’t blind. My pussy was well aware that a prime available male was close enough to reach out and touch.

“That feels good,” I said with coy appreciation, as he petted me.

He smiled and gently squeezed my leg then moved his hand up higher, keeping his eyes on me to gauge my reaction. I smiled and parted my legs more, meeting his eyes in a daring gaze. Once again, my big brother rose to the occasion. His hand traveled higher and his fingertips ghosted over the seat of my panties.

“Ooh, you are making me feel so nice,” I said.

“Really?” he asked, looking excited. “You don’t mind?”

“No. Touch me more,” I said.

He swallowed hard but did as I asked. I gasped when I felt him directly rub his fingers back and forth, stimulating my clit.

“Right there,” I sighed, adjusting my tank top to draw attention to my breasts.

“Is my baby sister horny?” he asked, with a sly smirk.

“Mmm,” I said. “Can you help me?”

“Let’s see,” he said, wriggling his fingers into my panties. By then my heart was pounding in my chest. He quickly located my clit and began to rub it. I was so wet that his finger slipped over me easily again and again, bringing me nothing but pure pleasure.

I reached for his other hand and put it on my breast. I had stopped wearing bras around the house, so I could clearly feel the warmth of his hand on my nipple and the sensation of his fingertips squeezing and pinching at my hardened nub. I began to moan loudly as he felt up my tit and played with my clit.

“Oh yes…yes…” I sighed, shamelessly humping his hand. I came in a burst of heat, moisture and sparks, twitching and sighing as I shuddered in release.

“How was that?” he asked. “Did I help?”

I smiled.