My Time Alone. Masturbation That particular night I planned to just sit back and relax. I had abottleof wine and it was warm enough I could have left all my clothes offif Iwished. I ended up in an old t-shirt. I might as well have been nakedthough,because when I sat down in my easy chair and lay one leg over thearm, myshirt pulled up almost to my waist, exposing everything it shouldhave covered. Little did I expect that by the end of the night the shirt would notbe allI would take off.
My older brother Luke has always been close to me and we share witheach otherthose things of our own we think the other needs or would enjoy. Sometimesit's eerie the way we know what is on the other's mind. He must haveknown Iwas going to be alone that night because he had dropped off a VHStape with anote to call him in the morning to let him know my reaction. I had enjoyed x-rated movies before, some with Luke.
The first timehe broughtone over, I couldn't believe my eyes. By the time we finishedwatching themovie my mouth was so dry I could hardly swallow, but my pussy was sowet I'msure my dress was damp where it had fallen between my legs. I'm alsosure Lukeknew what I had on my mind.
He brought over others for me after thatand Ialways looked forward to each new movie. I loved to watch the guysfuckingand licking the girls in the films and I especially liked to pretendit was onmy stomach or on my tits their semen spilled. I dreamed of rubbing itinto myskin, my pubic hair, my pussy lips and then sucking my fingers untiltheirwetness was licked away. But I hadn't watched one in months.
The film I put in the player that night, however, was not what Ianticipated. This one did not have guys. It was only about girls. It might have been the wine. It might have been the dim light. Or itmight havejust been my mood. In any case, as I watched the movie, I graduallyrealized mybreathing had become shallow and I could almost feel my heart beatbeneath mybreast.
