When I got back to my room I immediately got on my bed and laid down not even bothering to get under the sheets. All I had on my mind was how good my warmth felt around my fingers, how moist I was, doing my best to avoid touching my clit. I knew once I touched my clit I would want to start going fast. It always amazes me how wet I get, how my fingers effortlessly glide in-between the lips of my pussy.
Closing my eyes, I lost myself in my pussy, feeling wave after wave as I pushed myself to the brink of cumming and then rubbing my inner thighs while I calmed down, just to start back up again. I don’t know how long I did this for, maybe a half an hour, when I happen to open my eyes to look down at myself and see Nick, my older brother, looking at me from outside my door, backpack in hand, eyes transfixed on the little spot my open legs provided him.
I watched as his eyes traveled up from my pussy to my boobs up to meet my eyes, which was then I snapped out of the shock of seeing him and immediately jumped to my knees on the bed, doing the best I could to cover myself up. He yelled that he was sorry and slammed my bedroom door much harder than I am sure he meant to. I probably sat in bed raddled for 15 minutes before I got off the wet spot I had created on my comforter and went to go shower before everyone got home.
Nick and I didn’t talk for the rest of the night, I even stayed in my room from the embarrassment I felt from him seeing me. I avoided eye contact with him for the next few days and we really only saw each other before leaving in the morning and at night for dinner. He didn’t seem to act any differently than he normally does so I had no idea what to think or anything.
On Thursday night I followed my same routine as I have the past couple days, avoided Nick at every opportunity. In the middle of the night Nick woke up me around one in the morning and he led me into my bathroom, closing the door behind us. My eyes squinted as he turned on the light and motioned me to sit on the cushioned toilet cover. After I sat down he sat down on the floor in front of me.
“CJ, I think we should talk about what you were doing the other day when I got home.”
“Nick, I am sorry, I shou…” he cut me off.
“Look I am really sorry, I didn’t think you would be home and I was not…expecting to see what I saw.”
“I skipped class because….”, I honestly couldn’t come up with a response to explain anything so I just went silent. We just kind of looked at each other for a while in awkward silence. After a minute or so, he broke the silence.
“Hey CJ… could you take your shirt off?” he asked, his eyes moving to my chest and back up to my eyes.
(I go to bed in a long shirt that goes to my thighs and generally I just wear shorts or panties underneath, tonight it was only panties. Nick was wearing a t-shirt and basketball shorts.)
“What? Why?” I crossed my arms uncomfortably.
“Just do it, I want to see you.” He seemed a bit more forceful and less awkward when he said it this time.
I looked at my bare knees thinking, with so many things going through my head. What was he asking, why me, why would he want me to take my shirt off?