I was standing there with my pants unbuttoned in front of my brother. I couldn’t believe I was about to go through with this. But I needed to see him out of those shorts. It seemed the only way I could do it was to take off my own. I saw how my brother looked at me when I first arrived. It was the same way look I saw in the eyes of other men. It was a look mixed with appreciation, lust and longing.
I’ve always been attracted to my handsome older brother. But he’s never given any indication that I was more than an annoying little brat following after him – until now. To see that look in his eyes was more than I could stand. If I could illicit that kind of look from him, then what else was possible? Did he want me as much as I wanted him?
On this day where nothing made sense I felt that anything could happen. And tonight I was going to do my best to see how far I could take it with my brother. If my brother rejects me I’ll blame this whole incident on the wine.
“Come on Brad. I can’t take these pants anymore. Give me shorts, or else!”
Still there was no response from him.
So I slowly started to pull down the zipper. Still he didn’t try to stop me. Some of my red hair was in view now. I didn’t bother to wear panties either, I really hate panty lines. I had lied to him about me having panties on, so he could give me his shorts, but little did he know!
With a slight swivel of my hips I peeled the sweat soaked fabric away from my skin as I started to pull my pants down. I was about to expose my full triangle and I saw his nostrils flair. My brother’s face was filled with disbelief and anticipation and I didn’t disappoint him. Finally the pants were off completely and I stood in front of him naked from the waist down. My entire body had a slick gleam of sweat that made my skin look radiant, especially in a room illuminated only by a poor flashlight.
I sat down as he still stared at me mouth agape.
“Well are you going to hand over your shorts now?”
His breathing was labored as he tried to answer me nonchalantly. He tried to pretend he wasn’t aroused, but he wasn’t fooling me one bit:
“But I don’t have another pair. I’ll be naked if I take them off.”
“Listen Brad I don’t think it’s fair that I have to walk around like this alone?” I start to pose myself for him, turning around and letting him take in my body as I pretend I don’t notice. I pretend that each suggestive move of my hips is completely innocent.
“I think you should take yours off and then we’ll be even.”
“I don’t think…”
I realized I was starting to lose the battle and tried quickly to change my tactic. I cut off his rejection. “Do you still have that problem with your back?”
“Yeah, so what?”
“I’ll give you a massage if you take your shorts off. You make me feel comfortable walking around like this, and I’ll make your back feel better.”
He sat and considered my offer. |