The Afternoon Surprise

My brother and I have always had a pretty normal relationship. I am six years older than him, and when we were younger, we were always fighting with each other and looking for ways to get in each other's way like any typical sibling duo. But as we got a little bit older, we learned to get along and generally stay out of each other's way.

I noticed occasionally the way my brother would look at me while I was lounging on the balcony, or if I got all dressed up to go out on a date, but I had never really thought much about it. I'm by no means a supermodel, but I think I have curves in most of the right places. Most guys normally notice my 34C breasts first, especially if I'm trying to show them off, which is most of the time. I have long dark hair and deep brown eyes.

Let me tell you about my brother, Ashwin. He's around the same height as me, his big sister. His body is slim from the cricket he plays at his college, but not much definition or muscle tone yet. He has a slight tan, dark brown hair, and brown eyes. He is your average 18-year-old college boy, pictures of models and all sorts of actresses on his bedroom wall, and always stealing glances when he can.

So one afternoon, my brother decided to bunk his afternoon practicals and head home early from college. He was sure that when he arrived at our flat in Bangalore, he would be home alone for at least two hours. He walked in the front door in his college uniform—grey slacks and a pale blue shirt, his ID card tucked away, tie drawn slightly, and the top button of his shirt undone to make him more comfortable in the heat. He dropped his backpack behind the front door and ran down the hall to his room.

He walked into his bedroom, kicking off his sneakers and pulling off his tie, excitedly rummaging through his drawers for a pen drive with a downloaded adult movie he had borrowed from a friend. Finding it, he reached under his pillow, grabbing a black pair of my panties as he hurried to the living room and plugged the drive into the smart TV. He settled down on the couch, calling out to make sure no one was home. He turned on the TV as the screen flickered to life and pressed play.

Getting ready to enjoy himself, Ashwin slouched back on the couch and unzipped his slacks. As things began to heat up on the screen, he rubbed his stiffening cock through his boxers, developing a little wet spot from his precum, his eyes still glued to the TV. It didn't take long before he removed his throbbing member from the confines of his underwear and slowly started to stroke his shaft, rubbing the precum into the head of his cock.

Ashwin let out a soft moan as his clenched fist gently guided it up and down his shaft. Each time his hand moved down, he rubbed his precum along his stiff pole, lubricating it, watching the screen as the woman was on her knees slowly sucking the man off. He grabbed my panties and held them against his nose as he slowly masturbated to the hot porn on the TV.

While my brother was sitting in front of the TV jerking off, I was on my way home from work, having taken the afternoon off. I was wearing a knee-high black pencil skirt and a silky white blouse showing a bit of cleavage, as that always seemed to put my manager in a good mood and kept him under my control. I was looking forward to a nice long hot shower, and maybe a little alone time with my special plastic friend.

I pulled up to the apartment building in my cab, paid the fare, and headed for our door, straightening my skirt. I was a little surprised when I got to the front door and found it unlocked, so I ventured into the house slowly, listening carefully in case there might be an intruder. What I heard instead was an interesting moan, and taking a suspicious look around, I noticed my brother's backpack just behind the door. I decided to investigate the situation a little further rather than calling out and announcing I was home.

Meanwhile, Ashwin was on the couch, lifting his hips, pushing down his pants and his boxers, gasping as the cool air of the ceiling fan rushed over his precum-slickened shaft, his tight ballsack nestled between his thighs. He stroked a little quicker, inhaling my scent, in time with the pounding going on in front of him on the screen. He groaned softly, "Oh god, Archana..." from his stroking and the smell of my pussy, as his eyes closed and his head fell back, his hand jerking up and down his young shaft quickly. Occasionally he would open his eyes and glance at the screen.

I stood close to the wall, taking a quick peek around the corner, shocked to see my brother spread out and jerking off. Taking another look, I noticed he also had a pair of my black panties pressed to his nose. Hearing my brother call my name, I felt a tingle between my legs and a lot less disgusted than I should have felt. I looked around the corner again as my brother moved his fist clenched around his cock faster, now with his tongue licking the gusset of my panties.

The sight of him getting off was too much for me, and I knew this wasn't going to stop here. I slowly went around the corner to get a closer, or better, look and also to confront him about what he was doing. "So Ashwin, this is the kind of thing that turns you on?"

He opened his eyes, going instantly pale, realizing I was standing there as he fumbled for the remote and his pants at the same time, screaming at me, "Archana!!! Get out!!!" His pants were all tangled around his legs, and I quickly sat down on the coffee table in front of him, telling him that it was natural for him to want to masturbate and want to smell a woman. He was bright red, trying to cover up as much as possible, his cock still hard.

At that point, having found my brother jerking off with my panties was a complete turn-on to me, and I asked him not to stop. I told him that it was very sexy that he found me attractive. I moved to the three-seater couch next to him, leaving a small gap open, not exactly sure how far this would go, or how far I would let it go.

Ashwin slowly and nervously started to stroke his cock again in front of me, his sister, trying to stay focused on the screen and block me out, I guess. I moved a little closer to him and noticed his breathing was quickening, his hand still a bit of a blur up and down his shaft, his cock oozing precum. The voice in the back of my head told me not to let this go any further, but she was no longer in control. I reached over and moved my hands over his, stroking with him until he moved his hands out of the way. I slowly jacked my brother off, neither of us focused on the screen or the young starlet moaning.

My brother let out a few soft moans as my hand kept moving along his stiff cock, his eager hips gently bucking upwards into my hand. He got a little brave and reached over to grab my right breast through my blouse. I decided to give him a better feel and quickly unbuttoned my blouse and pulled the cups of my bra down. With this, I moved closer, right next to him now, and started stroking his cock again as he played with my breasts.

He cupped them gently at first, a little unsure of himself, moving his hands around them, groping them gently. He then flicked his finger over my hard nipples before abruptly pinching them, making me take in a large gasp of air.

By this stage, I could feel my brother was close to cumming. I stood up, unzipped my skirt, and pulled it down in a smooth motion. I decided to tease him just a little, turning around and hooking my fingers in the waistband of my panties, tugging them down slowly, slightly bent over, as they rolled and bunched up until hitting the floor.

Stepping out of my clothes, I climbed on his lap and slid down until my pussy was just inches away from his cock. I rubbed my pussy in front of him, teasing him a little as he watched, not quite sure if I would let him touch, his eyes fixated on me playing with myself. I took his right hand and guided it down over my soft, trimmed pubic hair in search of my soaked, hot snatch. He followed this up by moving his left hand to my right breast, squeezing and caressing it softly.

My brother moaned, telling me how much he loved my tits, as I held his shaft and began stroking him again, just as he slipped a finger into my slippery hole. He moved his finger in and out of my pussy quickly, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing it. I moaned and ground myself against his hand a little as I leaned forward to suck on his earlobe, letting him pinch my nipples.

We were both gasping for air as my brother's body suddenly stiffened, his cock beginning to spurt hot, thick strands of cum between us, coating my hand. His stiff cock continued to shoot a giant load of sperm, some of it squirting all the way up to my tits and bra, dribbling down my stomach and running down into my soft pubic hair.

He groaned as I milked his cock, getting every drop out of it, rubbing it against my pubic hair as he fingered me faster. I squirmed on his lap and moaned as he got me off too, feeling my hot, sticky juices run down my inner thigh. I arched my back, holding onto his shoulder, my body shuddering, covered in little goosebumps, as I had just been finger-fucked by my 18-year-old brother. Not only had he gotten me off, I was also covered in his cum.

He became a little shy now as his cock softened. I sat on his lap, teasing him a little as I licked my hand clean. Noticing the time on my watch, I climbed off his lap and bent over to give him a soft kiss on the cheek, thanking him for the little show and playing with me.

I reminded him to clean this up before our parents got home as I grabbed my clothes, leaving that day's panties behind of course, heading to my bathroom for a very, very long hot bath.

I left him on the couch, dripping and ruined, his soft cock shiny with cum, my black panties still crumpled on the floor. My thighs were slippery, his load already cooling in sticky streaks across my stomach and tits as I walked naked to the bathroom. I didn't even bother with the towel. I filled the tub scalding hot and sank in, watching the cloudy white trails of his cum swirl away from my skin.

My hand went straight between my legs. I was still swollen and dripping from his fingers, and the second I touched my clit, I came hard, biting down on my wrist so he wouldn't hear me moan his name.

When I finally got out, the living room was clean. Almost. The couch cushions were flipped, the pen drive gone, but he'd left my panties right where they fell. I picked them up, pressed the soaked gusset to my nose, and inhaled the mix of my scent and his precum. Then I took them to bed with me.

That night I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt his cock throbbing in my fist, the way he'd spurted all over my tits and pubic hair like he couldn't stop. Around midnight, my bedroom door eased open.

Ashwin stood there in just his boxers, already tenting hard. His eyes locked on the outline of my nipples under the thin tank top I'd worn to bed.

"I can't stop thinking about it," he whispered, his voice rough. "Your pussy… the way you smelled… the way you came on my fingers."

I pulled the covers back and spread my legs so he could see I was bare and already wet. "Then get over here and do something about it."

He crossed the room fast. The second he was close enough, I yanked his boxers down. His cock sprang free, thicker than earlier, the head already shiny with fresh precum. I didn't tease. I leaned in and dragged my tongue from his balls all the way up the underside, tasting the salt of him, then took the head into my mouth and sucked hard.

"Fuck—Archana—" His hand tangled in my hair as I started bobbing, taking him deeper each time until my nose brushed his stomach and he was throbbing against the back of my throat. Spit ran down his shaft. I cupped his tight balls and rolled them while I sucked, letting him feel every wet sound.

He lasted maybe a minute before he pulled out with a wet pop, his eyes wild. "I need to be inside you. Please."

I rolled onto my back and hooked my knees up. "Then put it in me."

He climbed between my thighs, lined himself up, and pushed. The head stretched me open, and I moaned loud enough that he slapped a hand over my mouth. He kept sinking deeper until he was buried to the root, balls pressed against my ass, filling me completely. For a second, he just stayed there, shaking, feeling how tight and hot I was around him. Then he started fucking me.

Not gentle. Hard, deep strokes that made the bed creak and my tits bounce. Every thrust punched a wet sound out of my cunt. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in harder, meeting every thrust so he bottomed out inside me. His cock dragged over every sensitive spot. Precum and my juices were already soaking the sheets between us.

"Your pussy's so fucking wet for me," he groaned against my neck, his hips snapping faster. "I've wanted this for years—wanted to fuck my big sister's tight little hole—"

I reached down and rubbed my clit in fast circles while he pounded me. The dual sensation—thick cock stretching me open and my own fingers on my clit—pushed me over the edge fast. My cunt clenched hard around him as I came, gushing around his shaft, my thighs shaking.

He didn't stop. He kept fucking me through it, chasing his own orgasm, the wet slap of skin on skin getting louder. When he finally lost it, he shoved in as deep as he could and unloaded. Thick, hot pulses flooded me, so much that it started leaking out around his cock while he was still spurting.

He kept grinding through it, milking every drop into me, whispering filthy little things against my ear—how good it felt to cum inside his sister, how he wanted to do it again tomorrow, how he was going to keep my panties under his pillow from now on.

When he finally pulled out, a thick rope of cum followed and spilled down my ass. I was a mess—sweaty, fucked-out, my thighs shiny with both of us. He stared at the wreck he'd made between my legs like he still couldn't believe it was real.

I reached down, scooped some of the cum onto my fingers, and pushed it back inside myself while he watched. "Clean me up," I told him.

He didn't hesitate. He lowered his head and licked me, slow and thorough, tasting himself mixed with me. Every pass of his tongue made me twitch. When he finished, I pulled him up and kissed him deep, sharing the taste.

We stayed like that for a while, sticky and breathing hard. Eventually, he slipped out of bed, still half-hard, and headed for the door.

At the threshold, he looked back. "Tomorrow. After college. I want to bend you over the couch this time."

I smiled, still feeling him leaking out of me. "Bring the panties."

He nodded once and disappeared into the hall. I lay there in the dark, my thighs pressed together, already aching for the next time my brother decided to cut class early.