Did her brother just fake an orgasm? He rested a palm flat on the wall, his gnarled back and broad shoulders hunching over. He was alone now, when he started stroking again. Mae didn’t notice when she herself had started, but her legs were pressing together, her hand caught between them. She pushed against her panties and into her folds, a wet line appearing on the white cotton. Her brother was moving faster now, his back muscles rippled like wings and his thick veins trailed through his arms.
“Fuck it” He slapped his hand against the wall, giving Mae such a fright that she jumped, and had to steady herself against the door frame. She caught a fleeting glimpse at his cock as he tucked it away, and sat at his desk. Mae didn’t understand what happened. She pulled back and darted to her room, shutting the door behind her. He was clearly angry, but she had no idea why.
Logan sat with his fingers pressed into his brow. He hadn’t been able to come with Chelsea for the last month, let alone any girl. He was used to having sex daily. Sure his reputation of being a man-slut was not the most glamorous title, but he was proud of it. He had recently opted for phone sex as he didn’t want to hurt the poor girl’s feelings.
The trouble started that night he found Mae and Derrick having sex. Mae’s door was wide open, and he watched Derrick pounding her little ass, her legs spread wide across the bed. The image was burnt into his mind and he convinced himself that the sight of his baby sister being fucked had turned him off sex completely. There was no arguing with Logan once he made up his mind, and there was no other explanation he could think of himself. Sure Chelsea didn’t make his stomach flip and his heart turn sideways, but since when did that matter? He prayed that he hadn’t become one of those people who had to be in love to enjoy sex.
Mae’s head was spinning. She’d listened to her brother talk about sex before, but that was the closest she had come to actually seeing him. She was frowning and gritting her teeth, but the tingling between her thighs wouldn’t go away. She went to touch herself, but in a surge of self-restraint she resolved to forget her slutty brother; she had her own problems to worry about.
Derrick was expecting them to try anal once summer break started. She recoiled at the thought of his cock stretching her virgin hole. Derrick was as inexperienced as she was. She still remembered how he jabbed and prodded on their first time. The thought of that same feeling in her ass turned her off completely.
If she could just fit something – anything- inside her, maybe she would feel differently about it. She opened the draw and picked up the dildo she bought online. It was about the length of her forearm. Of course she knew in hindsight it was an overly ambitious purchase. She stuffed it back in the drawer, and retreated to her bed.
Guys had it so easy. She only had to look to Logan to see that. He sounded so confident telling someone what to do. His tone almost sounded fatherly. She drew parallels to when he had taught her how to fight, their bodies close together, responding to his gentle touch and corrections. She knew she was safe the entire time. If only he could help her with this. Mae repeated the thought several times: if only he could help her with this. Well why couldn’t he? She sprung up in the bed. They had talked about sex before, so it wouldn’t be too weird. She didn’t expect a hands on lesson after all, she only needed advice.