Cathy, Tracy or Me

LEGAL NOTICE: All characters are fictional, are not intended to resemble actual people, and are figments of my twisted imagination. They are also eighteen years of age or older.

DISCLAIMER: This story describes intimate moments shared between two siblings (male and female) who are in a loving relationship, including their first sexual experience under the very noses of their unsuspecting parents. If you find this offensive then please do not proceed, as you have been forewarned. This includes oral and vaginal sex.




Ben is my brother. He's also the love of my life. But I'm not the only one who's fallen for him, and I don't think he has any idea how I feel. I'm so afraid of him turning his back on me that I can't tell him, either. Nothing hurts and frustrates me more than my deep-seated emotion for him.

Cathy and Tracy are my two best friends. I'm how they met him. He's been dating them both. Cathy thinks she's his girlfriend, and Tracy thinks the same. And I'm caught in the middle, on the outside looking in, just wishing I could be his girlfriend. I'd even be willing to share if I thought he might have any interest in me at all in a romantic way.

I know it's weird for a sister to be interested in her brother this way, but a girl can't help who she falls in love with, right? Besides I'm tired of living my life set by the rules of people I don't even know. We only get to live once so why not enjoy it with whoever you want to enjoy it with as long as they're cool with it?

The only problem is, I think Ben wants to enjoy his life with Cathy and Tracy. And that means I'll have to live my pathetic life all alone.

Unless...

* * * * *

My brother Ben is a cliché. He stands six feet three inches tall, with closely cropped dark hair and brown eyes, and he's awesomely handsome. He also plays basketball on the high school varsity team. All the girls pine over him. I know because I hear them gloating in the girls' locker room all the time.

While he's a senior I'm a junior, one year behind. I'm more petite which means my brother kind of dwarfs me. But people say I'm cute. Guys have asked me out before, and I've accepted a few times, but the only one I'm really interested in is Ben. I'd like to think I've caught him admiring my slender body from time to time, with my shoulder length blonde hair and perky, hand-sized boobs, but then I wonder if it's just wishful thinking.

And then there's my competition -- Cathy and Tracy. They're both gorgeous of course, which doesn't help. It's no wonder Ben never notices me when I'm in their company. Not only are they both on the varsity cheerleader squad, they're also both on the high school gymnastics team. Which makes them extremely limber. It makes me sick to my stomach thinking of the things they can do with their trim, shapely bodies in the back seat of Ben's sedan on date night.

Cathy has very long strawberry-blonde hair, more red than blonde. Her boobs are bigger than mine, naturally firm, with big nipples that noticeably poke out through her thin tops. I wonder if she does that on purpose or is she really as innocent as she professes? She's very outgoing and loves to talk. Sometimes we call her "Chatty Cathy".

Tracy is quite different. Much more reserved than Cathy and with shoulder-length brown hair, much like the color of Ben's. Her boobs are about my size, if not a smidgen smaller. I think Ben likes smaller boobs, but I can't be sure. I mean what sister really knows what's going on in her older brother's mind anyway?

I'm pretty sure Ben has gotten laid before, and in the back seat of his car. Probably multiple times by both of them if I had to guess. The way Cathy and Tracy talk about him I'm pretty sure they put out. But not me. No, sadly, I'm still a virgin. I'd like for this to change if I could find the right guy. But the right guy for me is my brother and he has no idea that I exist, at least not in a romantic way. And this is my most dramatic problem and the biggest distraction in my life thus far.

* * * * *

I usually go to bed in panties and my over-length orange t-shirt. But last night I had every intention of masturbating while thinking of my brother so I went to bed naked. Only I fell asleep. What a great lover I'd make, right? I woke up before the alarm rang, about a half hour early, so I picked up where I left off. If I didn't get off now I knew I'd be miserable all day long.

My legs widen as I imagine Ben crawling in beside me. It was his hand, his fingers that reach between my quivering thighs and begin stroking my aching, moistening slit.

"Oh Ben," I quietly moan as my hips begin thrusting against the stroking fingertips.

I feel my nipples swell and harden as my body becomes aroused. As the fingers of my right hand manipulate my clit my left hand cups and firmly squeezes on a perky tit. I could only fantasize about being taken, being enjoyed physically by my handsome older brother. The thumb and index finger zero in on the sensitive nipple and assault it.

My lower back arches as my moans fill the small wallpapered room. I'm breathing more heavily and my heart is racing as a middle finger places direct pressure on my clit. I'm not sure how many times I've masturbated but every time I've thought of Ben as I did.

"Oh Ben, oh Ben, oh Ben, you hunk," my voice weakly whispers as my arousal builds. "How big and thick is your cock? Would it hurt for me to fuck you like those other two sluts?"

My longest middle finger circles the opening to my pussy but I don't go any further because I still have my cherry. And I want Ben to take it from me, not to lose it in a fit of solitary passion. The fingertip gathers the flowing nectar and lubricates the pink valley before returning to the clit, joining my index finger.

My hips rise up and down beneath the covers, pelvis frantically turning up and down as I vigorously rub my clit. The fingers of my other hand are tweaking a nipple, nearly to the point of pain. Yet I'm so turned on while imagining my older brother Ben doing all of these things to me. Only in my dreams.

The self-abuse continues until the tingling heat in my supple loins erupts in the form of an orgasm. The big-O. All I can think of is Ben as my body violently bucks in the throes of ecstasy. As juice floods my cunt much of my energy is consumed by the uncontrollable convulsions of undeniable pleasure. I sure hope nobody hears the creaking of my bed as my climax momentarily takes me away to dimensions beyond my pathetic life before returning me back to reality where the form-fitted sheet beneath my pussy is wet with evidence of my self-pleasure.

Moments later it leaves me sweaty and fatigued. So much for another fantasy completed. And the day is just beginning. I'll have to smile when I see Cathy and Tracy at school, pretend not to be jealous of their relationship with him, pretend not to be in love with the brother I love most of all. Just like every other day. Only I'm hating my life more and more now.

I'm not even thinking when I rush out of my bedroom to the bathroom and literally run into Ben, who's leaving his bedroom dressed for school. I forgot I was naked, my panties and over-length orange t-shirt still on the carpeted floor beside my bed.

"Sorry," I quickly mutter and move past him, step into the bathroom, and close the door.

My face turns red and hot in embarrassment as I lean back against the closed door. I wonder how much he's seen of my nude body, if he thinks anything of me might be appealing. Then my mind shuts down that possibility, because it hurts too much knowing that it's all a fantasy at best. That my older brother barely knows I even exist.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" I scold myself as the rage, the frustration vents. "Tell him you love him. Why am I so weak?"

A few moments later there's a knock at the door. I feel the vibrations of it move through my body. I quickly turn around and face the door.

"Yeah?" I call out uncertainly.

"You might need these," a voice replies. It's Ben's. "I think you might have forgotten them. I'll just leave them here on the-"

I don't let this opportunity get away from me and quickly open up. I'm standing there naked in front of the brother I love for him to see all of me, or rather all of me that his eyes care to see. His vision focuses on my perky, hand-sized boobs. Knowing that I'm exposing myself has my entire body tingling and my average-sized pink nipples tighten and swell with arousal. My panties and over-length orange t-shirt are in his hands as my heart is wildly racing.

I make a point of not reacting too quickly, giving Ben a few moments to check me out, just in case he might want to. Probably not though.

"Thanks," I tell him as I accept the clothing. "I forgot."

He seems a bit stunned to say the least. "Yeah, uh... I guess we all do sometimes. I'll, uh... see you later, I guess."

"Yeah," I tell him.

Just after closing the door there's another knock.

"Yeah?" I call out without opening up.

"Just want to say you have a nice pair of tits." A pause follows. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to sound creepy or anything, I just noticed is all."

"No, that's fine, thanks," I quickly tell him as my arousal heightens. "To be honest I'm impressed that you noticed."

"I notice a lot of things, Heather. You have a great ass too."

It takes me a moment to realize the things he's telling me and that maybe, just maybe, he might feel for me the same things I feel for him. When I open the door seconds later, however, he's gone.

After getting back to my bedroom I pick out some skimpy clothing, hoping that Ben might take notice of me as we eat breakfast at the kitchen table. Blue-jean shorts that show off my slender legs and a tight red blouse tied off beneath my bosom which leaves my flat tummy exposed and accentuates my nice tits and average-sized nipples. While my boobs aren't as obvious as Cathy's, I think Ben will be sure to notice what I do have. I'm still tingling when I make my way to the kitchen.

"Where's Ben?" I ask my mom.

"Said he had to leave early," she answers as she dishes food from the skillet to a plate. "Got some scrambled eggs here for you."

* * * * *

As I walk to school I'm thinking that my life is officially over. I still can't believe that I actually opened the bathroom door and let my brother see me naked. I'm still quivering at having done it. How pathetic is that? But then again he did say I have nice tits, and a nice ass. But what does that mean? Does it mean he likes me or was he just trying to make me feel better about having done it? Well, at least he noticed me. He knows I exist. Maybe that's not all bad.

Ben's a senior and I'm a junior so we don't share any classes. On a typical day I might see him passing in the hallway twice or three times at the most. At lunch he hangs out with the other basketball players and I never see him at all. I'm not even sure what he does, maybe he goes to a fast food restaurant or something. I just bring the sandwich my mom packs for me and sit with Cathy and Tracy and listen as them rave about my older brother until it makes we want to vomit.

After second period math -- yuck! -- I'm walking down the corridor when I see Tracy standing at her locker with her back to me. Next I see my brother Ben, but he doesn't see me. Of course not, how typical is that. No, his eyes are looking into hers, lips smiling widely. And then he leans in and kisses her. But not a quick kiss, a deep kiss. And she looks quite willing, too, and returns it. His right arm reaches around, his hand moving to the middle of her back just above the short dark skirt she has on and hugs her tight little body.

I stop walking. A few other students walking behind me bump into me before going around my frozen body. All I can do is to stare as I watch the two of them. Even though I know he's been doing that with them, and probably a way lot more, a part of me is heartbroken at actually witnessing it, seeing the two of them like that in such an intimate embrace. Yet another part of me is inexplicably turned on as I imagine it's me he's paying that kind of attention to.

My nipples grow sensitive and swell. I feel the stirrings of arousal in my heated loins, and sense my pussy growing moist. My heart begins beating faster and the breath catches in my throat. I can't tear my eyes away from the sight of them kissing in the school hallway. And then Ben notices. Notices me. Notices me watching them. He suddenly backs away, says a few words to Tracy that I can't hear.

I resume walking, walk right past them and pretend not to see him, to see them. Together. Tears of pain well up in my eyes as once again I understand all too well that my brother will never be mine but only be a far-flung fantasy. I'm just his sister, a kid sister he barely knows even exists. But despite the emotions of rejection I experience I still can't shake the wetness that lingers between my legs, the shakiness in my weakened legs, the throbbing of my stiff nipples.

"I love you," I whisper to myself, but in my mind it's Ben that I'm speaking to. I sadly realize these are three words I'll likely never have the courage to tell him in person.

I get home from school before Ben does, and long before my parents get home from work. I usually use this alone-time to study but my mind today is thinking of my brother. Knowing he won't be home until after basketball practice another hour and a half later, I enter his bedroom and sit on his bed. Being here makes me feel so much more closer to him. I can smell his scent hanging in the air, sense his manhood.

Just sitting here, smelling him, makes my pussy tingle and my nipples swell with arousal. I've never done anything more than just to sit here, but today, after seeing him with Tracy, I'm more turned on than usual. My legs widen as the fingers of both hands loosen the button and zipper of my jeans shorts. Still thinking this won't be enough I kick off my shoes and push both the shorts and moist panties to the floor.

I can't believe I'm sitting in my brother's room naked from the waist down. It's so tremendously insane that I remove my top as well, exposing all of my body to him just like I had earlier that morning, except he wasn't here to see me. But his absence doesn't make me any less horny.

I feel so alive as my legs widen, displaying my crotch with a trimmed bush and the pink lips of my young pussy glistening noticeably between the curls of blonde hair. I catch a view of myself in the mirror mounted to the top of his dresser and shift towards it so I can see myself in it. As I watch my reflection my hands cup the bottom of my perky tits as my thumbs extend above, teasing the swollen pink nipples until they're absolutely rock-hard and throbbing with desire.

"Oh Ben, I wish you were here, I wish you could see your sister, see how much she loves you," I whisper as I feel the pain of being in his shadow as other girls get to be with him in intimate ways.

My right hand lowers to my cunt. I gently separate the labia and rub my index finger against the enlarged clit. As I do tremendous sensations of pleasure rumble through me, heating my very core. My hips thrust as the rest of me shudders in delight. My finger rubs harder and in a few moments my movements turn frantic. I can hear my voice, my cries of delight reverberating off the walls. Knowing I have the house to myself I cry out my sexual frustrations as my mind envisions Ben doing to me what I'm doing to myself.

"Oh yes! Yes!"

I'm wildly shaking on my older brother's bed while I feel my climax building. Milky wetness is seeping from my sex, coating it, as my index finger rapidly flicks over the bundle of nerves. My leg and abdominal muscles are taut as my hips rapidly shake in response to the direct stimulation.

"Oh! Uh! Oh Ben, so good baby..."

The building climax erupts and when it does my body erupts in uncontrollable spasms of ecstasy. I cherish the powerful sensations of release as my cunt floods with thick juice, mind thinking of Ben and what his cock must look like as I am briefly transported to another place until the bucking stops and I am back to where it all started.

That's when I hear keys in the front door. Stunned, I grab my shorts and top and scurry quickly to my bedroom.

I sit there on my bed breathing hard, body trembling, and not only because I just achieved orgasm. My mind is racing as I wonder how I'd been so stupid to have done what I'd just done. Taken such a big chance... and for what? To get caught, to get found out? Was the excitement really worth it?

The tapping on my door startles me and I immediately look up.

"Yeah?" I instinctively call out.

"You've gotten into the habit of leaving your clothes laying around lately." It was Ben. I think I can hear a slight chuckle in his voice.

My mind races. "What do you mean?"

"Open the door."

I initially refuse, more afraid of him seeing me naked again than anything else. "No. Why?"

"Open up, Heather, this is silly," he persists.

I am confused. "What's silly? I don't understand."

"Open the door so we can talk."

Now I'm even more confused. "You said something about me leaving my clothes laying around."

I hear a sigh from behind the closed door, and then he speaks up in explanation. "You left your panties in my bedroom. They're still wet, and I know you know what I mean when I say that."

I want to die. My eyes shift to the clothes I'd tossed onto the floor. The blue-jean shorts, the top... and no panties. I'm so embarrassed as my face turns hot.

"Heather, don't be embarrassed. It's okay, really," Ben reassures me.

"I've got nice tits and a nice ass, you told me that," I randomly blurt out in a defensive spirit.

He chuckles. "Yeah you do, I meant what I said. Come on, open the door. Please?"

I remain skeptical. "Why?"

There was a brief delay, which gives me time to think. Is this my big chance to tell my brother how I really feel about him?

"I have something I want you to see. I promise you'll want to see it. You'll really be missing out if you don't, I can promise you this," he continues, piquing my interest.

Even though I'm still naked and shaking with nervous excitement I hesitantly open my bedroom door. Ben's standing just outside but he's bare from the waist up and I can see his muscular body. When my eyes lower I see that he's wearing my panties, and only my panties, and he has a huge erection stretching the pink bikini-style cotton panties way out. Seeing this, seeing him, I open the door all the way and show him all of me in trade.

"You're gorgeous, all of you is gorgeous," he says.

My eyes water with emotion and I fan my face with one hand. "Are you sure? Wouldn't you rather be with Cathy or Tracy?"

I feel so exposed as his eyes continue to gaze upon my body, and as he does my eyes are absolutely riveted to the size and thickness of his erection. My pussy starts seeping again as excitement flares up in my loins. My nipples flare as large as they have ever been as we both long for one another despite the forbidden nature of our shared desire.

"You're the one I really want to be with," he admits. "Cathy and Tracy are fun, but they can't replace you. When I'm with either of them you're the one I'm really thinking about."

I'm filled with shock and now I am more confused than ever. I nervously stammer, "But... but you've... you've done it with each of them like a hundred times, haven't you?"

Ben smiles lovingly. "Not once, although I know they want me to. I didn't think you thought the way you did about me until I found these on the floor beside my bed. Even then I thought it might have been a mistake until I noticed the crotch was all wet, wet with the smell of you, of your excitement for me. And then I saw where a little bit soaked into the blanket so I knew you had to have masturbated right there in that very spot. Please tell me I'm not wrong or I'll die right now from embarrassment."