My Brother's Girlfriend

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The next morning, I couldn't hold back my desire to communicate to Maureen in some way, to let her know I enjoyed what had happened the past two nights. It was hard to find a time where she was alone, or where Patrick wouldn't notice anything out of the ordinary. But fortunately, I got my chance. I was sitting in the living room, in my usual recliner, when Patrick got up to use the bathroom for a minute. As soon as he left, I turned to Maureen and caught her looking at me. I held her gaze the entire time, until Patrick returned. Neither of us said anything out loud, but I felt like a volume of concepts passed between us during those few minutes. I wanted her to know that I was happy with what we were doing. I wanted her to know that I didn't think anything about it was wrong. I wanted her to know that she could feel comfortable if she wanted to do that again. I wanted her to know that I wanted her.

Wait. What?? The thought hung in my mind with such a strong emotion attached to it that I almost gasped out loud. I wanted her. Crazy. The problem was—that night—she never came into my bedroom. I fell asleep very dissatisfied. I tried to masturbate, but it just didn't feel the same. How strange. I had been masturbating for years. I had never had a problem before. But now, I tried to get myself excited. I even thought about Maureen lying next to me, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't the same. I wanted her with me. Wow, I was so fucked.

Two more days passed the same way. I was feeling very frustrated. I tried to get myself off, but it just wasn't working anymore. I started every night, but I just couldn't get myself that interested in it. I couldn't get myself very aroused. And I certainly couldn't orgasm. Arrrrgh!

Finally, the fourth night, Maureen showed up again. I had almost given up on the fun we were having. I was lying in bed, not even trying to pleasure myself. I had left a small desk lamp turned on, and I stared at a section of ceiling that was faintly lit up. Just lying there, with my eyes open, pondering the day. Maureen had worn something different that day. Something somewhat... sexy. To me, anyway. It was just a large t-shirt and capris. Nothing revealing. But somehow, it felt different to me. I kept imagining her lying next to me in that outfit. I kept imagining running my hand up underneath her loose t-shirt and feeling her skin, making her feel the sensation of my hand on her stomach. Helping her have an orgasm. Yes, that's what I was imagining. It was driving me crazy.

But she showed up. I heard the door open and I looked over. Maureen stood there staring at me, wearing only the loose t-shirt from earlier. My heart fluttered in my chest. Surely I shouldn't suddenly be nervous, after what we'd already done? Yet I was. I felt anxious, excited even. I didn't move as she walked over to the bed, except to flick my eyes down to her legs. It seemed like it should be weird that I would find her legs so attractive. Yet there I was, staring hungrily at them. She stopped at the edge of the bed, looking down at me. I held her gaze, trying to puzzle out what might be going on in her head. I felt her legs tugging at my vision, and I glanced at them again. The t-shirt fell about half way down her thighs, tantalizing me with what was underneath. Her legs were smooth below that, slender. She whispered something that took me a minute to register, "I like how you look at me." I just nodded, unable to pull my gaze away from her body. I was mesmerized as she slid onto the bed, her legs brushing against my hand that was lying motionless at my side. The feel of her smooth skin against my hand made me shiver.

"Cadey?" she whispered from next to me. I looked up into her eyes and whispered silently, "Yes?" She bit her lip and seemed shy for a second. I watched as she slid her hand down her body, atop her shirt. As she reached the hem of it, she hiked it up, exposing herself to the open air. She let the shirt fall just above her belly button. She was completely naked from there down, and my body was suddenly responding to my attraction. I felt myself getting heated up, wet between my legs. She moved her hand between her legs and I watched as she ran the side of one of her fingers down along her labia. I sucked in my breath as her body shuddered. I could feel my hand resting very close to her leg, could feel the warmth of her skin radiating. Maureen slowly ran her hand in stroking motions, burying it between her legs and then lifting it back out, then back down again. I squirmed as juice started to seep out of me, my own crotch tingling, inviting me to touch it too. She looked over at me again, then asked me, "Will you touch me?"

I didn't hesitate. My hand moved to touch her leg, the top of her thigh. She moaned and I watched as her hand continued to plunge downward between her legs. I could hear it sliding against her wet skin, slick. She started moving it faster, and I slowly ran the tips of my fingers around to the inside of her thigh. Her skin was hot, and I could feel her trembling, almost flinching at my touch. She started breathing heavily, and I saw her hand moving faster. I moved my hand upward, and found an obviously sensitive area for her as her body suddenly convulsed. I didn't pull my hand away, but suddenly I felt the back of her hand against mine. I felt her moving it up and down, rubbing herself. I lightly stroked the inside of her thigh with my fingertips, just below where she was pleasuring herself. That seemed to have a powerful effect on her. I heard her gasp and I looked up to find her face contorted in ecstasy. Her lips were parted, eyes squeezed shut tightly and the muscles in her cheeks were tight. She looked... gorgeous.

I almost gasped myself when I realized that I thought of her as beautiful. Of course, I could tell if a woman was pretty or not, without thinking it was weird. But it suddenly dawned on me that I wasn't just noticing her beauty. I was feeling... attracted. To her. I was extremely attracted to her. And for the first time in my life, I very much wanted to kiss a girl. And that was a very arousing thought. I felt her hand moving vigorously between her legs, rubbing against my hand. I continued my caressing of her thigh, and she moaned again. This time I was staring at her face when she moaned, and it made my own body respond with a wave of arousal. I wanted to help her have an orgasm, and I wanted to watch her face while she did.

A few seconds later, I got my wish. Her body went rigid and her mouth opened wider. I felt her breath against my face as she let out a long sigh, with hints of a moan buried in it. "Mmmmmmm," she murmured as her lips came together, and I knew she was feeling the tail end of the orgasm. The part right after the peak where the tingling warmth ran through her body. The part where her body jerked slightly from the after tremors. Before I knew it, my face was inches from hers. My lips were parted. I wanted to kiss her more intensely than I had ever felt for another. But I held myself away from her, frozen. I stared at her until she opened her eyes. I was worried she would pull away when she saw how close I was, but she didn't. She just stared back at me. Then she smiled, and I smiled back. "That was perfect," she whispered. I smiled even bigger. Her body had stopped rocking, and she was still. I listened as her breathing slowed back down to normal. Then she frowned at me. I frowned back, confused. "Hmm?" I said.

She kept staring at me silently, but her frown faded. Then she nodded, as if to herself. I was about to ask what she was thinking, when I felt her hand against my stomach. My body lurched at her touch and I let my head sink back against my pillow. She slowly massaged my stomach, but didn't linger there for long. I couldn't have stopped her if I had wanted to. But that was the furthest thing from my mind right then. I felt her move her hand downwards, and then she was tugging on the elastic of my pajama bottoms. Her hand moved downward, against my skin and between my legs. I gasped as I felt her hot touch against my pussy. I knew I was extremely wet, and my juices started coating her hand instantly. She must have taken that for a green light, as she suddenly started sliding her fingers up and down along my lips. My body jerked and shuddered, and I heard myself moaning.

An orgasm started to build inside me with a speed I had never experienced. It seemed to crop up from nowhere, and yet I felt like it had been lying inside me for a long time, buried. She pulled it to the surface with her stroking. I let out a moan that seemed loud in my ears, and that only seemed to make her move her hand a little further down. She slid her fingers up and down along my clitoris, inside my lips, pressing against me firmly on each upward stroke. I felt like my body was rising with her stroking, and my orgasm was being sucked from the depths of me, rising to the surface.

I whispered to her, "I'm about to..." my voice trailing off as my orgasm bubbled over. I felt something warm against my lips, and I tried to open my eyes. Maureen's face was there, right above mine. Her lips had barely touched mine, not quite a kiss, but almost. I was panting. The thought of her kissing me was enough to push me the rest of the way over to orgasm. It rolled through my body, making me jerk with pleasure. I felt my hand slide under her back, and I squeezed her, not wanting to let go. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me, and I moaned the entire time. It was easily the most intense orgasm I had ever had. I held onto her as it finally subsided, panting. I rested my forehead on her shoulder, my other hand still wrapped around her back tightly. I felt her hand between my legs slowing down, making sure the last bits of my orgasm were done before withdrawing. My entire body was numb, and I felt like I was vibrating.

Maureen laid there with me for several minutes, letting me hold her. She was so warm. Then she finally pulled away, and I reluctantly let her go. She stood and let her t-shirt drop down her legs again. I watched as she left the room. As she pulled the door shut, she gave me a look that made me smile. And then it was quiet, so I let myself drift to a peaceful sleep.

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I woke up smiling. It was another day, and I was already thinking about the coming night. I went downstairs looking for Maureen, but couldn't find her anywhere. That's curious. I checked out front, and saw Patrick's car. But neither of them was anywhere to be found. I finally headed back up to take a shower, and as I was walking by Patrick's room, I heard a noise. Aha! I tiptoed close to his door and listened carefully. Sure enough, I heard them in there. They were very obviously having sex. I was about to walk away, when I heard Patrick moan kind of loudly. Oh my. I had never heard him moan like that before. My brother's moaning didn't do anything for me, insofar as being a turn on. But what did turn me on was the thought of Maureen feeling pleasure from having him inside her. Odd, that. Yet there it was. I listened for just a minute, and then walked to the bathroom once I knew they were done. As I closed the door, I wondered whether Maureen was going to go to my room afterwards. I decided she probably wouldn't, since it was the middle of the morning. So I just went right ahead and took a shower to get ready for the day.

Hanging a towel around myself, I walked back into the hall and slipped into my bedroom. Patrick's door was still closed. I shut my door and started to open my towel to toss it in my laundry basket when I heard a noise. My head whipped around and my mouth fell open as my vision focused on a very sexy scene. Maureen was lying on my bed. She still had on the same t-shirt from the night before. She had one hand cupping one of her breasts, running a finger against her nipple through the fabric of the t-shirt. Her legs were spread apart, knees up in the air, and her other hand was frantically masturbating. She must not have heard me come in, because she didn't make any move to stop or slow, or even open her eyes. I walked over to her, mesmerized. It was morning, so the sunlight coming in through the window gave me a much better view than usual. Maureen was absolutely gorgeous. Her legs were long and slender, a little tone. No extra flab. Her stomach was perfect. It wasn't super flat, but she wasn't fat by any means. Just enough fluff to be very sexy. And her breasts were obviously a little larger than my own.

I stood there staring, feeling myself get extremely turned on as Maureen got closer and closer to orgasm. Her hips started bucking against her hand, and I watched as she slid two fingers inside herself, moaning each time they slid all the way in. She started shaking, and I knew she was about to finish. I wanted to touch her, so I let go of my towel and reached a hand toward her shoulder. Just as I reached it, her eyes fluttered open. She must have sensed me there in the room. For a second, her eyes showed panic, but that went away and was replaced by something else. Her lips parted and I watched as her back suddenly arched back. She was staring at me, and never missed a stroke between her legs. I let my hand touch her shoulder, and then slid it to her neck and glided a finger gently up her cheek.

"Oooooohh," she whimpered as her orgasm struck. I watched her body writhe on my bed, her hand moving frantically between her legs as her orgasm wracked through her. I realized that I was standing there naked, but I didn't care. I felt my own wetness starting to seep down my leg. But I just continued stroking her face while her orgasm worked its way through her. She finally slowed down, and then stopped moving. Her breathing was heavy and her eyes were closed. I ran my finger along her cheek and then slowly circled her lips with it. She shivered, and I felt myself becoming even more aroused. Oh how I wanted to kiss her! I felt myself moving forward, and then I was sitting on the bed next to her. She looked up at me, saying nothing. My finger rested against her lips. I leaned toward her, my face close to hers... and then we both heard a noise at the same time from my brother's room. "Fuck!" she yelped quietly. She scrambled up off my bed, looking lost. "Fuck.. what do I do?" she asked me.

"Umm, here. Take my towel, and go jump in the shower," I threw my towel at her as I spoke. She nodded and ran out my main door, draping the towel over herself as she went. I heard the bathroom door close quietly. That was close! A few minutes later, I decided to finish getting dressed. I was still pretty insanely horny, but I bottled it. I started sifting through my drawer, when I heard a knock behind me. I turned my head just as my door crept open and my brother poked his head in. "Cadence? Is Maureen in here? Oh, shit. I'm sorry!" he quickly ducked his head back behind the door when he realized I was standing there naked. I felt myself blushing profusely, and I scrambled to find some jeans and a shirt to throw on. As I clawed my clothes on, I yelled to him, "She's in the shower, dude! And usually people knock and then wait for an answer before opening a door, you dork!" I heard a muffled apology from the other side of the door, and then I started laughing to myself. Well, at least he didn't catch Maureen on my bed with her legs hoisted up!

The rest of the day was a lot less eventful than the morning. And poor me, I kept thinking about the scene I had walked in on after my shower. There was something insanely erotic about Maureen's face when she had an orgasm. And it turned me on like I couldn't believe. This was a whole new experience for me. It was almost frustrating, but I wanted to feel it, and so I didn't do anything to try to stop things from happening again.

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A week went by, and thing started changing. Maureen and I started talking more and more, even when Patrick was around. But he actually seemed to like it, that his little sister was becoming friends with his girlfriend. He made a comment to me about it, and I just shrugged it off and told him I thought she was pretty cool. I think she must have been the first girlfriend who I actually liked. And he liked that a lot, apparently. The three of us started hanging out more and more, watching movies together, going out to eat together, you name it.

Then something new happened. I didn't plan it, and I didn't have the idea that Maureen had planned it either. Our parents were gone for the weekend. It was a Friday night. And we were all watching a movie, and drinking a bit. Ah, alcohol always had a tendency to lower my inhibitions a little. I guess that's what most people experienced with it. But what the hell. So it was getting late. I was rather buzzed, and I could tell they were, too. I decided it would probably be best to just head to bed, before I got myself drunk and did something stupid. As I made my way out of the living room, I glanced over at Maureen and for just a brief moment thought I saw her frowning at me. Odd. I went to my bedroom and shut the door.

I lay in bed for a few minutes, idly playing with myself. I was pretty turned on, and I didn't even know why anymore. Most of the time, I just thought about Maureen and that did it. It had almost a full week since Maureen and I had had any "fun" together. Bringing myself to orgasm without her lacked intensity. I was feeling a little frustrated about the whole thing. When was I going to have another chance to mess around with her?

But then the night of drinking came about, and I had an idea in the back of my head that we would somehow work something out. But it was late—about 12 o'clock—when I decided to just call it a night. As I lay there, thinking to myself, I couldn't stop thinking about Maureen. Maybe it was the buzz I was feeling. Maybe it was her obnoxiously sexy body. Maybe it was the look she gave me just before I went up to bed. I had no idea. But after a while, I made myself get up. I didn't even know what I was after, but a few minutes later, I found myself walking quietly down the stairs, toward the living room. Just as I was about to round the corner, I heard a male voice. I froze, my ears straining to hear. Ahh, they were having sex right there in the living room!

I couldn't help myself. At least that's what I told myself. I leaned against the hallway wall, around the corner from the action, and slowly slid to the floor. And listened. I listened to their love making for several minutes. It was oddly intense to me. Again, maybe it was the buzz I had, but I was feeling very very aroused. I heard Maureen moan, and listened harder, trying to get a visual on what was happening. Did I dare peek my head around the corner? Ahh, I had to. I had to see. And so I did. I peeked my head around the corner. My breath caught as I glanced over top of the couch and saw Maureen's sexy form, squatting up on the couch. I couldn't see Patrick at all. She was squatting, and I saw her hands extended in front of her. I watched as her hips undulated, slowly grinding up and down. Her eyes were closed, and she was moaning softly. I was mesmerized.

I stared, and felt myself getting wetter and wetter. My hand found its way down, underneath my shorts. There was a definite sexual tension in the air. It was wetter between my legs than I had ever experienced. I had to struggle to keep myself from moaning. My eyes closed on their own—I couldn't help it. I felt an orgasm stirring inside me. I tried to beckon it. I wanted it. Oh god, I wanted it. I heard Maureen make a sound, and I snapped my eyes open. She was staring right at me! As I stared at her, I felt my orgasm grow closer and closer. She threw her head back and seemed to push harder against my brother. Was she close? Was she going to finally come during sex with him?? It was arousing, and jealousy inspiring at the same time.