A Revealing Summer Ch. 05

Laying down on my bed, I slowly slid the vibrator into my pussy, and moaned as the vibrations ran through me. I thought about the events of the day, stripping with Michelle, seeing Jason's dick, and touching and being touched by both of them a little. I thought about Michelle using the vibrator while I watched, and about having her watch me use it. And I thought about my dad, looking at my naked breasts, and imagining me as he fucked my mom. I orgasmed fairly quickly, trying to stifle my moans so that my parents wouldn't hear. When I was done, I turned off the light, and went to sleep, not bothering to get dressed.

I awoke briefly during the night, or at least I think I did. I was still very tired, so it's possible that it was only a dream. But I'm pretty sure I heard Jason's voice whispering "Mandy? Mandy are you awake?" He must have gotten home from the concert, but I didn't hear him come in. I felt a hand lightly touch my shoulder and shake me gently. In my half-asleep state, I moaned incoherently in response. Nothing happened again for probably a full minute, and I was nearly fully asleep again when I felt the sheet sliding down across my body; Jason was pulling it down, exposing my naked breasts and shaved pussy! The feeling of the sheet material rubbing across my nipples caused them to harden, and caused a small pang of arousal.

Another thirty seconds or so passed, as I lay naked in front of my brother. I still hadn't opened my eyes, and frankly was still partially asleep. "Mandy?" he repeated quietly. He had leaned his head in close to mine, and I could smell alcohol on his breath. It made sense; he must have been pretty drunk to come into my room like this. Apparently I had made quite the impression on him, running around naked all day, and he needed another look. After a few more seconds, I felt his fingers lightly touching my stomach. It felt very nice having them caress up and down along my flat abs, and I began to doze off again.

Jason's fingers continued up my body, until they were caressing the bottom portions of my large breasts. Slowly, he let the palm of his hand touch my bare skin, and began to squeeze my breast. He worked his way up the mound, until he reached my hard nipple, which he pinched lightly, sending shockwaves through my body and causing my pussy to start getting wet. I was now basically totally awake and aware, but I still hadn't opened my eyes or given any indication that I knew what was going on. Part of me was worried that if Jason knew I was awake, it would scare him off and he would stop. Another part was kind of freaked out about all of this, and at the same time was worried that if I openly acknowledged what was happening, I wouldn't be able to make myself stop him. Flirting and teasing was fun, but I wasn't sure how far I was willing to take things yet (he's my brother for God's sake!). Better to just let him have some "secret' fun for now.

My brother continued to fondle my breasts and nipples, moving back and forth between them. It felt so amazing to have him touch me like that. As he began to touch me more firmly, I couldn't believe that he didn't realize I was awake; he must have really been drunk. Suddenly, his hand left my breasts. I nearly moaned in protest as he stopped, but a few second later, his fingers were tracing their way around my pubic hair. He ran them gently through the red curls of my landing strip, before sliding down to my smooth lips. The light caresses along the bare, sensitive skin just outside my pussy was driving me wild. Slowly, he let his finger slid between the lips, and touch my wet slit. He began to rub my aroused clit, circling his finger around it. It felt so good that I couldn't stop myself from moaning softly.

Jason's hand snapped back quickly, leaving my wet pussy feeling empty and alone. "Shit!" I thought, "Now he thinks I woke up!" I thought for sure he would leave, but thirty seconds or so passed before I heard anything more from him. Then, he whispered "Mandy?" again, this time sounding nervous, but also with a clear drunken slur. I didn't say anything or move at all. I knew all I would have to do to end this would be to roll over or something; if he thought he had woken me up, I he'd definitely flee. Instead, I stayed perfectly still, my horny mind desperately hoping he'd finish what he started.

Another fifteen or twenty seconds passed, before I felt his fingers return to my pussy. He began massaging my clit again, although a bit more lightly than before. I clamped my jaw tightly shut, trying to avoid moaning from the pleasure. My hips began to move in time with his finger ever so slightly; hopefully he'd just think that was an unconscious reaction. After a minute or two of playing with my wet pussy, Jason stopped again. I wasn't sure what was going on, until I heard a zipper. "He's pulling out his dick!" I realized. Despite the risk of being caught, I couldn't help but open my eyes ever so slightly. It was very dark in the room, the only light coming from my clock, and some moonlight through the open window. I could see Jason's very hard cock in his hand, as he began to slowly pump it up and down. While I had seen it earlier (and better) in the bright sunlight earlier that day, I was completely different to see it in such a sexual situation. He stroked his shaft faster and faster while he looked at my totally exposed body. I wonder how badly he had wanted to do that all day, after seeing me and Michelle prancing around nude.

I couldn't help but think of the landscapers doing something so similar over my naked teen body the day before. But that time, I was able to play with myself and orgasm. That wasn't an option now, because Jason still thought I was asleep. I wanted him to resume touching me so badly, and pretty quickly I got my wish. While he continued jerking off with one hand, the other found its way back to my pussy. He began to rub my clit again, and I nearly orgasmed right away. It felt so amazing to have him touching me while he masturbated. His fingers began to drift down from my clit, and dart briefly into my wet opening. Each time he went in, he went a little deeper, and stayed a little longer. Soon, he was full on fingering my wet pussy with two fingers. My tight walls squeezed them, but they slid in and out easily of my very lubricated hole. Again I stifled a moan, and let me legs spread just a little more open.

Part me badly wanted him to stop screwing around and get on top of me. I wanted to feel his big cock sliding into me, filling my tight pussy. But another part of me was terrified by that thought. How could I have sex with my brother? Hell, things had already gone way too far! This wasn't simple teasing anymore! On the other hand, I was having way too much fun to stop things. Besides, as far as he knew, I was still asleep. This was just a drunken fantasy for him, and an erotic dream for me. Still, I was both extremely excited and afraid he would try to fuck me soon.

Either way, it didn't come to that. After a couple of minutes of both of us getting hornier and hornier, I heard his breathing speed up. He withdrew his hand from my pussy again, and I watched as he put it in front of his dick to catch his imminent cum. Jason's hand sped up, and his hips started to thrust back and forth. A few seconds later, he began to orgasm, catching his semen in his hand as he did so. It was so erotic watching my brother orgasm, his body twitching slightly as he finished. I desperately wanted to go off too, but I couldn't risk it yet. Jason looked at me again, taking in the sexy image before one last time. His dick, still hanging out of his pants was slowly softening. He started to turn to leave, stopped, and turned back. Slowly, he lowered his head towards me. I shut my eyes tightly, thinking he may have seen that I was awake. Instead, I felt his breath on my chest. Then, suddenly, his tongue lightly touched my breast, and slowly slid across my stiff nipple. It felt unbelievable as it crossed my areola, and I nearly orgasmed with it flicked over my nipple. Then, after the one good lick, he left the room.

I heard him go into the bathroom, presumably to wash his hand. I wasn't sure if the door was closed, or if he'd be coming back, but I couldn't hold back any longer. I launched my hands down to my pussy, sliding three fingers from my right hand into my wet opening, and pinching my clit between two fingers on my left hand. As I pumped my fingers into my pussy and rubbed my sensitive clit, I let my hips thrust violently up and down. I came quickly, and I swear it was really two big orgasms in quick succession. My back arched, and my mouth opened in a silent scream, as I struggled to stay quiet. As I came down from the enormous orgasm, my body flopped limply back onto the bed, and I was soon slipping back into sleep.

I slept soundly for the rest of the night, not waking up until around 11 the next morning. I was still lying totally naked, with my legs spread wide and the sheet crumpled on the floor. I remembered the events of the night hazily, and wasn't sure whether or not it was a dream. It couldn't have been real, right? There's no way Jason would come fondle me while I was sleeping, no matter how drunk he got at that concert... Looking over at the door, I saw that it was open about six inches. Surely I had closed it the night before? Maybe he had opened it and looked in, and I had imagined the rest? Well, either way, the reality was that the door to my bedroom was open, I was totally naked, and the rest of the household was almost certainly awake.

I climbed out of bed, and threw on a t-shirt and some pajama pants before going downstairs for breakfast. In the front hall, I passed Jason. "Hi big brother! How was the concert?" I asked jovially.

"Ugh, it was awesome, but I got way too drunk. Now I have to go help Mr. DeMaldo renovate while I'm hungover," he whined. But I noticed he didn't seem to want to make eye contact with me. His eyes darted around the room, before landing on my braless, t-shirt clad breasts. He quickly looked away again, and seemed rather awkward.

"Awww, poor baby!" I mocked. "Didn't get much sleep?"

He gave me a slightly annoyed look, and said, "No, not really..."

"Oh, I slept like a rock. I did have a really great dream though..." I said flirtatiously. He didn't respond, just kept looking awkward. "Okay, well, have fun." I continued. "Rather than working, I'm gonna spend the day shopping, and maybe lounging by the pool." I winked with him, and he awkwardly looked away again.

"Yeah, have fun with that. See you later." he said, and walked past me and out the door. I watched him go, thinking about how weird he was being right now. Was it just the hangover? Or was he feeling guilty about touching me last night? Or, was it just awkward because he had seen me naked all yesterday afternoon?

I went into the kitchen to grab some breakfast, and ran into my dad. Like Jason, he seemed unwilling to make eye contact, clearly embarrassed by last night's events. "Hey Daddy!" I said brightly. "What are you up to today?"

"Mowing the lawn, fixing that broken drawer in your mother's dresser." he replied, again averting his eyes. I sat at the table with him, and we both ate a rather silent breakfast. Afterwards, he went out to the garage to get the lawnmower. I smiled to myself, running through yesterdays events in my mind; tanning topless, skinny dipping with Jason, masturbating with Michelle, showing off for Dad, and finally letting Jason touch me while he jerked off. I felt a little bit of guilt at how slutty I was becoming, but the excitation I felt was much stronger. I decided I would take the vibrator for a spin before my shower, and thought about the two men in my family who were becoming rather smitten with me as I did so.