Addicted to My Brother

My younger brother Karthik and I share a family cloud account for our Apple devices. It was mostly set up for app purchases and storage, but one day in our Bangalore apartment, somehow all the pictures and videos from Karthik's phone got synced directly to my phone's gallery. I probably shouldn't have looked, but curiosity completely took over. I scrolled through them, and most of the files were extremely explicit nudes and intimate videos shared between him and his girlfriend, Neha.

There were clips of him masturbating, and videos of her doing the same. All the pictures and media were super hot, to be completely honest. My brother's girlfriend is a really cute, modelesque, petite woman who dyes her hair blonde and looks like a trendy influencer. Her nudes were really artsy and sexy: black and white filters, grainy textures, and cool aesthetic angles. But as I kept scrolling through the synced folder, I realized that the pictures and videos of my brother stroking himself were by far my favorite. I simply couldn't tear my eyes away from him.

Now, every time I get horny, I can't help but open my phone and look through my brother's hidden folder of nudes. I finger myself almost every night while lying in bed, watching these raw videos of Karthik masturbating. My absolute favorite video is one where my brother is standing in front of his bathroom mirror, completely naked, jerking himself off from a side angle. You can clearly see his breath rise and fall visibly through his taut stomach muscles.

The video has clear audio, and you can hear him moan in a steady, deep rhythm as he strokes himself. I just finger myself and hump the shit out of my pillow while I watch this specific video on loop. The video ends just as he begins to climax. You see two or three thick ropes shoot from him, and then the video abruptly cuts off. Fuck, I'm getting so incredibly horny just thinking about it. I honestly don't know if I actually want to sleep with my brother, but I absolutely love to watch him touch himself. My brother and I are South Indian, but he tries so hard to cultivate the look of a Hispanic premier league football player. He has short faded hair, pierced earlobes, and intricate tattoos covering his left arm and right calf. He genuinely looks like an international athlete, just with a slightly lighter Indian complexion.

What is absolutely crazy is that the nudes are continuing to sync to my phone in real time, right over our apartment's Wi-Fi. I check my phone every night before bed now, refreshing the album to see if there is anything new from him. About a week ago, I found a brand new video in the synced folder of my brother having sex with his tiny, trendy blonde girlfriend. My brother is holding his phone and pointing the camera down as he takes her in a standing missionary position against a wall.

You can clearly hear both my brother and his girlfriend moaning and gasping for air. It is unbelievably hot. The video clip is only about fifteen seconds long, but I swear I have watched it at least a hundred times by now. Watching my brother stroking in and out of her so deeply. Watching his hands grabbing and pinching Neha's perfect, round breasts. Fuck, I constantly find myself wishing that was me against that wall. If he ever asked me, he could totally use my body however he wanted to. Maybe I'm just super horny and losing my mind.

My favorite way to masturbate is to completely straddle one of my thick bed pillows and aggressively hump into it. I usually wear a pair of soft cotton panties, and the wet friction of my arousal against the cotton fabric is absolutely insane. My legs get weak, my nipples get rock hard and erect, and I get all hot, panting like a puppy in the dark.

If only I had big, perfect tits like his girlfriend, then maybe Karthik would actually try to fuck me. But alas, all I have are these sordid, small South Indian A-cups. My nipples are way too big for my small breasts. My chest barely forms a mound, yet my nipples are these big dark erasers that don't seem to fit my frame. They aggressively poke through my t-shirts and kurtis, even when I wear a padded bra. It's super embarrassing for me. I might not have the big chest like his girlfriend Neha does, but I know I've got all the other bits perfectly tight and ready.

Then, the unthinkable happened. One day, a video of me masturbating in the shower popped up in Karthik's synced folder on my phone. I guess I didn't close the bathroom door all the way that morning, and my brother could peek right into the bathroom from the hallway. In the video, I am standing under the water, facing the tiled wall. You can clearly tell exactly what I am doing based on the position of my hands and the curve of my posture. The video is exactly ten seconds long. Fuck. I don't know what to do.

But strangely, instead of confronting him, from that day on, I always made sure to leave the bathroom door cracked open just an inch, and I deliberately always masturbated in the shower. Sure enough, more and more videos and candid pictures of me began to pop up in my brother's secret synced folder. I actually began to masturbate to the nude videos of myself that my brother recorded of me in secret. I could only hope he was doing the exact same thing in his room.

One humid evening, while I was heavily masturbating in the shower under the running water, I heard the bathroom door creak open. I knew immediately that my brother was standing there, watching me through the gap. I didn't stop. I continued to rub my clit and I let out some fake, breathy moans to draw him in. I heard the door creak open a bit more.

I closed my eyes and moaned out my brother's name. "Ah... Karthik... ahh..." I said it loud enough for him to hear over the water. I heard the door fully open, close shut, and then the distinct click of the lock. I slowly turned around, my slick fingers still pressed against my sex, and there was my brother, standing in the bathroom completely naked. For the very first time in reality, I saw my brother completely aroused and hard. I had masturbated so many times to this exact image on my screen, but seeing it in person made me freeze entirely.

My brother boldly entered the glass four-wall shower cubicle with me, pulled the glass door shut behind him, and we immediately kissed under the warm, cascading water. Honestly, it was more like he kissed me. I was completely frozen in shock and anticipation, standing there like a statue. My brother aggressively kissed me, pushing me back into the wet glass wall of the shower cubicle.

The cold, slippery perspiration of the glass contrasted sharply with the warm, heavy fall of the shower water over our bodies. I felt his thick, hard sex press directly against my lower belly. Our pelvises connected perfectly as my brother continued to kiss me deeply. Still frozen in a daze, I didn't fight him at all; I just let it happen.

My brother brought a strong hand down between my legs and expertly massaged my warm, slippery wetness. Without a word, my brother brought his tip against my entrance, slid up, and pushed in, completely burying his entire length up and inside me in one smooth motion. I moaned involuntarily. He was so incredibly big. My face felt burning hot and flushed, made extra hot from the steaming water of the shower.

My brother began to stroke deeply up and into me, pressing my wet body firmly into the glass of the shower. My big eraser nipples poked sharply into my brother's broad, tattooed chest. I didn't move a single muscle. I just moaned loudly, surrendering, and let my brother take me completely. His lips moved from my mouth and he began to aggressively kiss and bite down my neck. I moaned with each powerful stroke of my brother's hips, whimpering softly and breathing heavily into his ear. I felt so small, dainty, and completely powerless against his strength.

Still frozen in submission, my brother's pace increased rapidly. My legs felt weak, like jelly, and I wanted nothing more than to collapse and melt into the warm shower floor. But my brother kept me pinned upright against the wall of the shower as he thoroughly used my body. He breathed heavily, his chest heaving, and whisper-moaned into my wet neck, "Fuck... ahh, fuck... fuck..."

One of my brother's large hands suddenly caught me by the front of my neck, squeezing lightly as he pressed his body weight into me and took me with rapid, forceful thrusts. I felt his body tense up as he began to climax deep inside me. A sudden surge of panic swept through my chest, but I was still completely frozen in his grip. I felt the hot rush of my brother's seed begin to spill out of me and run down the inside of my wet thighs.

I felt embarrassed. I felt a wave of shame. But mostly, I felt incredibly, uncontrollably horny. With his final, shuddering strokes, he choked me just a bit harder, as the last lost drops spilled from him. My brother released my neck, gave me one last deep kiss on the lips, then stepped back, exited the glass shower, grabbed a towel from the rack, and exited the bathroom without a single word.

The exact second the bathroom door clicked closed, my hands flew down between my legs. I frantically began to masturbate, using my brother's slick seed that was still actively spilling out of me as lubrication. My clit was in a highly erect, sensitive rage from the intense pounding.

I rubbed and fingered myself with a frantic desperation and very quickly climaxed hard against my own hands. It was the first real, mind-shattering orgasm I had ever experienced in my entire life. I have had small shudders and faint outlines of a climax before, but this was the real deal. I hunched over in the steaming shower, completely spent, as my left leg shook and spasmed uncontrollably against the wet tiles. I bit down hard on my lower lip, my middle and ring fingers still twitching and rubbing against my hypersensitive clit as the hot water continuously washed over me.