Incest Seduction/Keep masturbating and wait for Zack
You want to get up and close the window at least, but you just can't stop fingering yourself. You climax again, but this time you're able to contain your louder moans. Ultimately, you decide it's not really worth the trouble of getting up. So what if the neighbors heard you? You've noticed the lady that lives next door always tries to flirt with Zack every chance she gets, even though she's more than twice his age. Maybe you want that bitch to hear him fucking his little sister who's almost half his age! And as for your family? Well, you're not sure how they'd react. But right now, you're way too horny to care.
After you orgasm a couple more times, fantasizing about your brother, you pull up the picture he sent you of his cock again. Holy shit! you think to yourself, Is that even going to fit inside me? You're hoping it won't be too much longer until you get to find out for yourself. As you continue to finger yourself with one hand, your other hand is swiping at your phone's screen, pretending that you're giving your older brother a handjob. Just as you're about to climax again, you hear a noise coming from outside your window. You immediately recognize the sound of Zack's old beat-up car driving down your street and pulling into the driveway. Your index finger grazes against your clit and you instinctively orgasm harder than you ever have before, letting out a loud "FUCK ME ZACK!!!" before realizing just how loud you had screamed. Thankfully, you're pretty sure he didn't hear you because of his loud motor. Just as the motor stops, you hear Zack get out of his car and practically sprint inside the house. You have never heard your brother move with such hustle, especially this early on a Saturday morning.
By this time, your panties have already been flung off and you are completely naked on your bed. You're a little nervous about what's bound to happen next, but also really really excited. All the same, you're still feeling a little insecure about yourself, so you grab the thin white sheet of your bed and drape it around your slender teenage body. That way, if your brother really wants to fuck you, he's going to have to unwrap you first!
A moment later, you hear footsteps walking up to your door. After a brief hesitation, Zack opens your bedroom door without knocking, just as you had instructed him to do. He steps inside but he either doesn't notice you under the bed sheet or at least he pretends not to see you as he quietly says, "Kimmy?"
"Close the door", you whisper from under your sheet. He does as he's instructed and you think to yourself I've got him eating right out of my hand. If only I can get him to eat out my pussy! Once the door is closed, you give him another order: "Lock it."
"Look, Kimmy..." he says quietly, ignoring your last request. "I think we should talk for a minute. Where are you hiding?"
Talk? What the fuck is there to talk about? you think to yourself as your heart sinks in your chest. That's when you realize that Zack isn't here to fuck his little sister. Was he putting you on the whole time? That dick pic could have been from anytime. He's probably sent that same picture to every girl in his dorm! As tears start to fill your eyes, you feel more embarrassed than you've ever been in your entire life. Why did you send him that last picture? "Go away!" you say as you start balling.
Zack walks over to you, sits on the edge of your bed and says "Kim, please don't cry."
You can't even make eye contact with him, you're so mad at him! Again, you say "Go away!" as you pull the sheet up past your head to bury yourself in it. You might as well suffocate, because you don't think you can ever live this embarrassment down.
Zack pulls the sheet away from your face and says "Hey, Kimmy. I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I shouldn't have sent that picture to you."
"Especially if you don't plan to follow through!" you shout back at him as you push him away.
"You're right, I know. But that's the problem, Kimmy. I did plan to follow through. Believe me, I really did."
"But now you're not?"
"Well, I..." Through your watery-eyes, you could vaguely make out your brother's face, but it looks a little redder than usual. Could he be blushing? "I didn't say that, exactly."
You wipe the tears from your eyes to get a better look at him. He is blushing! "So what are you saying?"
"All I said was I think we should talk for a minute."
You're cautious to get your hopes up again, but you need clarification. "And then what?"
"And then maybe we can do some of what we texted about doing..." His voice began to drift away as his eyes drifted downward. The thin white bedsheet was very thin and practically see-through, and it was hugging your tight young body pretty close. From where he's sitting, you're pretty sure your brother is checking you out!
You pull the sheet down a little bit, just enough to expose your shoulders. "I told you not to bother coming over unless you were being serious about all that stuff."
"I know. But look, I'm here. So you know I'm serious. And I'm prepared to spend all day with you if that's what you really want. But if you'd rather I go away, I'll go back to the dorms and do my laundry there instead." He starts to stand up and leave, but before he can get very far, you grab his arm and pull him back onto your bed.
"Don't go! I mean, if you want to talk for a little bit, let's talk!" you say to him, blissfully unaware that you have now exposed your entire torso to him in the kerfuffle. "So what do you want to talk about?"
It takes you a moment to realize why Zack has suddenly grown so quiet and why he's avoiding looking you in the face. Only then do you realize that you are flashing your teenage titties to your older brother. You pull the sheet back up above your chest, which finally pulls him out of his trance. "Those are nice," he says before finally looking you in the eyes. Almost immediately he starts back-tracking again, "Shit! I mean, goddamn Kimmy! When did you get those?"
"That's what you want to talk about? How awesome my tits are?" You're not mad about that at all. In fact, you had been trying to get him to notice them all year. And all it took was for one little nip slip to get him to finally take notice.
"Yeah... I mean, no! I mean..." he stands up again, but this time he doesn't head towards the door. "Look, Kimmy... you're my little sister and I couldn't ever stand for things to be awkward between us."
"Well things are only awkward now because you won't fuck me!" You're not sure why you said that, especially since your window is still wide open.
Zack turns back around to face you. "But what if I had? Then what? You don't think things would be a little different after that?"
"They wouldn't have to be."
"Not necessarily, but I can't take that chance." Zack says as he continues to pace around your room. "If you were any other girl, I'd be fucking you hard right now, and I wouldn't have to worry about if things would become weird afterwards because if they did, we could just break up and go our separate ways. But you're not just any other girl, Kimmy. If things got weird between us and we couldn't talk like we used to, I'd just die!"
"Do you really mean that?"
"Well, I don't think I'd actually die. But if I couldn't talk to my baby sister anymore, what would be the point of living?"
Hearing these words coming from your older brother's mouth melts your heart. He really does care about me! Ever since he started coming over less often, you had started to wonder if he cared at all. And honestly, now that he mentioned it, you had been having that same fear in the back of your head all morning: What if you end up throwing away this wonderful sibling bond you two share for one day of passionate carnal sins? Would that be worth it? And that's when you realize why you've been avoiding that thought all day. "You're right. I'm so stupid. I can't believe I risked our relationship by sending you that photo!"
"Hold on, sis. You're not the only one who sent a photo they shouldn't have today. It takes two to tango, afterall. And as the older sibling, I bare responsibility, and should have exercised better judgement. Instead, I just egged you on. And worse yet, I sent you a dick pic! A dick pic to a minor! I could go to jail for that!"
"Uh... no you won't, because I'm not going to tell anyone about it."
"Do you promise?"
"Of course!"
"And you deleted it off your phone, obviously. Right?"
"Uh... sure", you lie. There's no way you're ever going to delete your brother's cock off your phone because you plan on using it every night from now until the end of time.
"Kimmy, tell me you deleted that picture off your phone."
"Yeah, totally."
He's not buying it. He stops cold in his tracks and with a panicked look on his face, he begins looking around your bedroom. "Where is it?"
"Where's what?" You feign ignorance as you subtly check to make sure your phone is still under the covers.
"Your phone, Kimmy. Where's your phone?"
"I dunno. Where's your phone?"
"In my pocket. Where'd you hide yours?"
"I'll tell you, but only if you show me your phone first."
Suddenly, he halted his search. "Why?"
"I want to make sure you deleted the photos I sent you."
"Jesus, Kimmy. That last photo you sent me technically qualifies as child pornography--of course I deleted it!"
"Was that before or after you jerked off to it?"
"After! I wasn't kidding about the sock. It's in my laundry bag downstairs if you don't believe me."
"No, I believe you have a cum-covered sock or two in your laundry bag. But that doesn't mean you were jacking off to that photo of me."
"I was, Kim. And honestly, I hated that I had to delete that dirty sexy picture. But I don't want to go to jail."
"Then prove it!"
"Prove what? That I don't want to go to prison for Kimmy porn?"
"No, prove to me that you were so turned on by your naked little sister that you just had to rub one out." It was pretty obvious that even talking about this was turning him on. You could see the stiffy he was trying to hide under his pants.
"What? How? I don't have a time machine to go back in time and prove it to you!"
"No, but you could easily re-create that moment right now."
"Well, I can't, actually, because I deleted that picture of you. So you'll just have to take my word on that."
"No, that's not good enough, Zack. I want you to re-enact what you did earlier when you first saw that picture of your naked little sister."
"Shit, Kimmy. I'm not going to masturbate in front of you. We just talked about this. What if things get awkward between us?"
You sigh loudly. This isn't going to happen unless you re-create the moment, you think to yourself. And so, with one dramatic motion, you rip off the thin bedsheet that had kept most of your body covered up until that moment, exposing your full nude body to your brother. "Fine. I'll just have to take matters into my own hands", you say aloud as you begin to fondle your privates.
"There it is!" Zack reaches towards you and you're sure he's about to rip off his clothes and mount you. Instead, he grabs your phone off the bed and scrambles to unlock it.
You feel like such an idiot. Not only was he not interested in watching you masturbate live in front of him, but you had inadvertently given him access to your phone. "Give it back, fucker!" You jump out of bed, fully naked, and chase him down. You attempt to tackle him, but he's too big. He just bounces off the wall, knocking you down to the ground.
"What's the code to get into your phone?"
"I'm not telling!"
"I knew it! You didn't delete that dick pic, did you?"
As you scramble to stand up, making no attempts to hide your naked body, a devilish thought comes to mind. "No," you confess, "I didn't delete it. And if you don't give me my phone back right now, I'll give it to the police. Maybe they can unlock it for you. I'm sure they'd be very interested to know why you sent a dick pic to an underage girl."
"You wouldn't!"
"No? Try me."
"You'd send me to prison?"
"Give me my phone back or else we're going to find out!"
He finally stops resisting and surrenders your phone back to you. "Fine. But promise me you'll delete that photo."
You snatch the phone and walk over to the other side of your room before you reply: "I will. But only on one condition."
"Name it."
All of a sudden, you realize that you hold all the cards. You could probably get your brother to do anything at this point. Partially because he doesn't want to get in trouble, but partially because you believe that he'd probably enjoy it anyway.
What do you ask him to do?