I kept telling myself no. As long as it was something I thought about while finger fucking, or masturbating with a vibrator, I was doing nothing wrong! I thought hard about calling my brother, but damn it, I am old enough to sort ‘this’ out myself. ‘This’ went on for months! Every day I needed to ‘rub’ thinking about him. I wanted to hear and see him cum again. As you are all well aware, the mind is a powerful tool… You can talk yourself into just about anything. Well I did! I got an idea… I am an erotic dancer after all. I am gone Friday and Saturday every week (except monthly visits from “Aunt Flow”. So Sunday is the day Robert and I use as our time. We watch movies, play games and always have take out for dinner, and talk, as adults!
My idea was, – I was going to get movies with more adult/sexy subject matter. Watch them with him, – try to turn him on. – Maybe, just maybe, I could get him to jack off that night. We like action films, so I rented a woman in a prison movie, knowing it would be filled with nude women and racy rape/love scenes. We had our food and I went to change. I put on a pair of short lime green fem boxers and workout boob tube. I grabbed my robe and walked into the living room. So far all was normal. My robe was tied tight. The movie began. It was a movie about a girl that was raped and she killed the rapist; she goes to jail and all hell breaks loose.
Anyway, Robert and I were watching the film, as I hoped it was full of nude, well built women, some older. I could see him out of the corner of eye; Robert kept looking at me to see if this was okay. I made like I didn’t see. One shot was extremely hot, a shower scene. I could tell Robert was getting antsy as he kept shifting his seat and his breathing became heavy. I made like my legs were sore, rubbing my upper thigh, outside my robe so it inched up a little bit and I asked him if I could stretch out? He said yes. I put my legs over his lap and continued watching and rubbing. A few moments later I shifted my weight and had my calf against his crotch, I could feel his hardness. He tried to move, and I pretended that I was getting mad “stay still,” I said, “quit moving.” He did and his cock was hard, I could feel it!
My mind was racing… I wanted him but thought ‘no way! Just enjoy this… you can always rub off later,’ I thought… So we watched as the girl was joined with two others in her cell, one was holding something like a broken broom handle. I sat up a bit straighter putting more pressure on his cock and lifted my hand from my thigh leaving a bit more of my leg showing. His hand sort of fell on my leg as he adjusted himself… it was a bolt of lightning to my pussy, I gasped. “You okay?” Robert asked.
“Just made me jump… I’m ok.” Better than ok, he kept his hand there. I don’t know if I was wishing or what, but I could have sworn his finger was sliding across my skin… my head spun. He wanted me as much as I wanted him, I remembered his masturbating. My mind swam as we watched the movie… tick-tock time was moving so slow. My heart was pounding! I heard him swallow hard! We stayed like that for the remainder of the movie! I was so turned on… I swear they could have smelled my pussy down the street! As I moved to turn off the tape I pushed down on his cock with my leg.