Visiting My Brother

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~~~This is my first story to be edited and officially posted. Please email me and tell me what you think! I would love to hear your comments. Also, just in case it’s unclear in the story, all characters in the story are eighteen~~~

This is a story of what happened this weekend when I stayed at Elliot’s apartment with him.

Elliot called and Mom was ecstatic. It had been weeks, at least, since she’d heard from him. I’d texted him on occasion, but nothing more than a quick hello from him, on his way to class. Mom must have been really tense, because when she got off, she told me that he’d offered to give her a break, and take me for a weekend. She told him this weekend, and he had no problem. She looked at me and said, “This is a chance for me to get some stuff done. It’s Friday. You don’t have a choice in this, so go pack.” I rolled my eyes at her, and went up to my room. I couldn’t figure out why Elliot would want me to stay with him. He had never really been nice to me, always distancing himself. When he came home to visit, he pushed me around and called me names… He was a mystery to me.

I packed my bag, and threw it loudly next to the front door. “DONE!” I sneered at my mom. This time, it was turn to roll her eyes.

“Jennifer, what is with you?”

“I just don’t know why he wants to take me for the weekend.”

“He’s your brother, Jennifer. He wants to spend time with you. End of discussion.” I walked away muttering. The next morning, Elliot picked me up early. He hugged and kissed mom, stayed for a few minutes, then he ruffled my hair, pulling me close to his side.

“Well mom, we gotta head out.” I squirmed out of his grip. We walked out to his car, and he threw my bag in back. I climbed into the passenger seat, almost slipping in my heels. “Why you all dressed up, sis?” he laughed at me, as he pulled out of the driveway.

“Well, last time I was out at your place, there were tons of cute boys.” I stuck my tongue out at him.

“Yeah, you always were looking for the boys.” We drove mostly in silence, except for the music he had on. I tried to change it, but he grabbed my hand so fast, I backed off. It made me think, though. He had FAST reflexes, and he was strong. I had almost forgotten he’d been a soldier when he was eighteen. “Sorry.” he mumbled after almost ten minutes. The rest of the drive was driven in silence, and when we got to his place, he got out, and walked into the apartment building, so I figured I should get my bag. I did, and followed him in.

“Did some repairs, eh?” I teased him as I walked inside. It had been in a state of shambles last time I’d been there.

“Yeah, and Karen did some painting.” I wrinkled my nose, and turned away, but he saw it. He grabbed my arm, “Hey, watch it. Karen’s been nothing but nice to you, Jennifer. Don’t disrespect her.”

“Whatever, like I didn’t see you disrespecting her.” I mumbled.

“And don’t mumble. I want to hear what you’re saying to me.” he was drinking a cup of coffee, and for the first time in a long time, I turned to face my brother, and I stared at him. He was really tall, more than a foot taller than me, and had broad shoulders. He wore a long sleeved shirt and jeans. His shoes were off, but he still emanated masculinity. “What?” he looked down at his clothes, looking for a stain.

“Nothing.” I turned away, and carried my bag to the extra bedroom. I sat down on the bed, and breathed deeply. What was with me? This was my brother. I figured out the logic in my head. It must just be that I haven’t seen him in so long. He’s grown. A lot. I stopped myself from letting that train of thought grow any more, by picking up my phone and calling Mom to let her know we’d arrived. I unpacked, and Elliot came in fifteen minutes later.

“Yo. So…Karen’s not gonna be able to make it this weekend. She’s got a lot of work to do. It’s just gonna be me and you, kid.” I stuck my tongue out at him.

“Don’t call me kid, I am NOT a kid anymore.” His eyes widened, at me challenging him, but then they lowered, scanning my body. Since I’d seen him last, I’d DEFINITELY grown. My hips had widened, my breasts had grown, and I’d been running, so my legs and ass were fit. Finally, he looked back up at my eyes.

“You sure as hell aren’t.” he walked out. I stood there, stunned, for several minutes before I walked out. I’d taken my heels off, so as I brushed by him, our height difference was obvious. “You’re not a kid anymore, but you’re still a shorty.” he ruffled my hair for the second queenbet güvenilirmi time today.

“Elliot, stop!” I grabbed his forearm, but he was too fast, he had me over the couch in less than a second.

“Don’t ever forget who’s the big one here.” he let me go, and I slid over the side. “Want some juice?” he asked, pleasantly.

“Um, okay.” I shuffled into my room to change. I felt stuffy in my sweater and jeans. I took everything off and I put on blue boy shorts, soft, red shorts, and a little black t-shirt. I walked back out, and sat next to him on the couch. He had a glass of orange juice for me. “Thanks.” My leg brushed his, and he looked down.

“You changed.” I nodded, and put my arm around his waist from the side, resting my face on his shoulder, and hugging him. He put his arm around me slowly, and hugged back.

“I love you, Elliot.” I mumbled into his shoulder. He just stroked my hair and the back of my neck. I cuddled closer to him, and closed my eyes.



“W-what are you doing?”

“Just being close to my big brother. I’ve missed you.”

“Yeah.” he kissed my hair. We stayed like that for an hour or so, he watched TV, but I just breathed in his scent. “I love you too.” he whispered into my ear. I grinned and went to hiss his cheek, but he turned, and I ended up planting it on his mouth. He didn’t pull away as fast as I thought he would, and I looked up into his eyes, my lips pressed into his, before pulling away.

“Oh.” [I think I’m going to give just a little bit of background story here. When Elliot lived at home, I would always sit in his lap, kiss him, or run around the house in my undies and a t-shirt, especially when Mom and Dad weren’t home. He rarely brought girlfriends home, and he rarely let me touch him. He always bitched and moaned about having to ‘watch’ me, when Mom and Dad went anywhere, and would coop up in his room.]

I went to my room, and I ended up falling asleep in my bed. I was really tired, I’d been stressed and busy for the past few weeks, and the chance to sleep without my mom waking me up early in the morning was a wonderful thing. It was almost four-thirty when Elliot knocked on my door. “Sleeping Beauty, haul your ass out of bed, we’re going swimming.” Lucky me, I’d brought a bikini. I went and put it on, then pulled a skirt and t-shirt over my head, slipped on my black flip-flops and grabbed my bag. He handed me a towel and sunscreen, which I slipped in my bag.

He drove us to a gym with an indoor pool. I swear, I squealed when I saw it. There were lots of guys there, but I barely noticed, it had been ages since I’d swam. He knew I loved it. I smiled at him, and turned my back. I slid my skirt down my legs, and pulled my t-shirt off. Then I dove in. It was almost five minutes before he finally took his clothes off and got in. We swam for a couple of hours, I talked to a couple boys, but Elliot was there, showing who was boss, and the boys sensed it.

We showered off, and drove home. I thanked him for a great time, and curled up on my bed with a magazine. He went to check his email, and call Karen. When dinner time came, he knocked on my door to tell me we were going out. I put on a slinky black dress and heels, and grabbed my purse. I smiled at him and walked past him. He let out a low whistle. “I’m gonna need to keep my eye on you if you’re wearing that.” I giggled.

We pulled up to a pretty classy grill/bar. “I can’t drink.”

“It’s fine, I know these people.” we walked in, he nodded at the host, and we were seated at the bar. He ordered a beer, and some kind of flirty drink, minus the alcohol for me. I whined at him, and he finally gave in and got me a real drink.

“Thank youuuu big brother.” I sipped it, and winced slightly. It was stronger than I had expected. He laughed, and I noticed his eyes weren’t scanning around the bar. Was it because he had his attention on me, or because he had Karen? I, on the other hand, looked around the bar.

Most of the men either had a woman on his arm, or was older than my taste. [As I stated before, I already am too young to be in the bar, at eighteen.] I shrugged it off. “What do you want to eat?” he asked me.

“Umm, a sandwich or something. I don’t really care.” he laughed,

“At least it’s not a salad.” he ordered my sandwich and a burger for himself. The food came fast,

“You really must come here often. They treat you like a king.” my drink was down to the last sip, and he got queenbet yeni giriş me another, before I had time to mention it.

“Yeah. Me and my buddies come down here a lot after work or school.” We ate in silence. We definitely didn’t look like a couple, but I was still surprised when the bartender slid a drink and a note to me. I’d just finished my third, so I wasn’t really thirsty.

“From the man across the bar.” she whispered. I glanced over. He was younger than Elliot, maybe twenty-three or twenty-four. He winked at me. I looked down at the note.

“That guy looks way too old to be with a pretty, young girl like yourself. Why don’t you come sit over here?” the drink was a martini. I made a face at Elliot, and slid my hand over his thigh, resting the note face-up. He looked down, read it, and I saw him tense up.

“Drop it, don’t take it up. Don’t let him get to you.” he put his arm around me and pressed a kiss to my neck. I shivered. He was just trying to show the guy to back off, but it felt oh so good. He did it again, lower, and his hand stroked my lower back. “Let’s get out of here.” he whispered into my ear, biting it lightly. I grabbed his thigh. He threw a bunch of money down, and helped me off the stool. We walked out, and got into his car outside.

“Thanks for calming me down. I wanted to…”

“I know. But it’s not like he knew how old I was.”

“Still.” he breathed in deeply. My neck and ear still tingled from where he’d kissed. “You okay?” apparently my arousal was showing in my eyes.

“Fine.” I shifted and rubbed my eyes.

“You sure?” I nodded,

“I’m cool. thanks for taking me to dinner.”

“Anything for my beautiful little sister.” he grinned. When we were back inside, he asked me about my choice for a movie, but I wasn’t really listening. I’d had three drinks, and I felt slightly fuzzy. I hadn’t really drunk much alcohol in my years. I lay down on the couch, and he came and sat next to me, holding my head up so he could sit down, and let it go. My head rested half on his lap. I turned, so I was on my side, my head still there.

His hands came down to rest in my hair, as the movie started. I curled my legs up behind me. I didn’t realize it, but my dress had crawled up and my black boy shorts were fully on display from behind. He glanced back, and I felt him shift my head a little. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothin, sis.” I smiled, and watched the movie. One of his hands crawled down and rested on my waist.



“What are you doing?”

“Uh, getting comfortable.” he breathed in deeply. His hand moved down, and I realized I was uncovered.

“CRAP!” he stopped my hands from pulling my dress down.

“Don’t worry about it. We’re the only ones here.” His fingertips grazed the bottom of my ass. I bit my lip. But he seemed to be watching the movie.

I snuggled my face into his warm thigh. “Ummmm, I’m thirsty.”

“That’s just the alcohol talking. You’ve had plenty.” his fingers gripped the part of my ass that wasn’t covered by the boy shorts.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Just checking something.” His other hand was stroking up and down the back of my neck. I shivered. Suddenly, he pushed me up. “Get off me.” I jumped up, pulling my dress down.

“What happened?!”

“Go to your room.” he held his head in his hands.

“Noooo, Elliot.” I sat down on his knees. “Elliot, don’t!” I whimpered. He could tell I was on the drunk side.

He looked at me. “What the hell are you doing, Jennifer? I’m your brother.” I grinned and kissed his bottom lip.

“Mmm, yeah, you are.” suddenly, his eyes flared, and he grabbed my upper arms firmly.

“You tease.” he pulled me up against him, holding me, as he carried me into his room, and pushed me down on his bed. “All weekend, you fucking tease me. Just like you did when I lived at home. Why do you think I chose a different college than my first choice? I was going to have to live at home, with you. So I chose my second choice and moved far away. you have ALWAYS been such a fucking TEASE! Everyday of my life I had to deal with you doing all those little things you thought I hated, but the truth was I needed to go get some release because you were always making my cock rock hard in my pants… But you come to visit and you HAVE to bring the SMALLEST clothes you fucking own!

“You have to flirt with boys at the pool and not accept that drink at the bar. Goddamnit, Jen. I wasn’t going to let this happen. queenbet giriş I was trying to be good. I promised myself even if this did happen, I’d be gentle with you…” stared up at him, whimpering softly. “Shut up. Stop it.” I bit my bottom lip. “You’re a fucking tease. Tell me, do you have a boyfriend?” I didn’t answer him and he leaned down and grabbed onto some of my hair. “Answer me.” he growled. I nodded yes. “How long have you been dating this boy?”

“Fi-five months.” “How far has he gotten with you?”

“I-I’ve given him a hand job.”

“I bet you tease the FUCK out of him.” he yanked my hair. “Do you?” I nodded again.

He rolled me over so I was on my stomach and he straddled my hips. “Are you a virgin still, little sister?”

“Yes.” I sobbed. His hands stroked my hair and shoulders and down my sides. “Please stop.”

“I don’t think so. I have to take you, or I’ll go crazy. This will stop my urges, I won’t want you anymore if I take you now” He pulled my dress up and off.

“No, Elliot. Stop!”

“Tell me, do you ever think about me? I know you saw Karen and I that time you were here. Did you see something you liked? TELL ME.” I nodded.

“You are so big. Everywhere.”

He rubbed himself over my backside, and even through his jeans I could feel how big and hard he was. “Oh lord.” I whispered. He yanked his jeans off and threw them on the floor. He put my purse on the dresser. Suddenly his boxers were off, too, and he was pressed up against my boy shorts. He wasn’t in a teasing or go-slow mood, and I wasn’t thinking straight, due to the situation and the alcohol in my system.

“Why aren’t you yelling little sis? You know people would hear you if you did. You know I live in a small building. You WANT this, don’t you?” I stayed quiet. “Say it.”

“I want this.” I mumbled. He rested his head in my hair, and ripped my boy shorts off. He now rested against my bare skin. He unclipped and pulled off my bra. He stayed there for a couple minutes, barely moving, before flipping me over again.

“Wow. Had no clue my baby sis was so gorgeous. My little sister…damn. How are you still a virgin?”

“I…I’m scared. I’ve never…”

“Shhh.” His hands roamed all over my body, never touching my breasts or pussy. I was starting to like this, and he laughed. “You’re not fighting anymore, are you?” his fingers pressed into my pussy lips and feeling how gushing wet was, he smirked. Fucking slut. You fucking want this, don’t you?” he pushed his fingers up at my mouth and I sucked greedily at them. He sighed and I could see how hard he was, a thick drop of precum on his cock. I bent forward and licked it off. He groaned and his hand shot down on my chest, pushing me down. “You’re going to take my cock, and you’re going to tell me how much you like it.” I whimpered, but didn’t deny him as he rubbed himself over my gushing cunt.

He couldn’t help but groaning again as he pressed at my tight little hole. “You’re really a fucking virgin. MY gorgeous sis is a VIRGIN. Shit, you teasing whore. How?” he pushed gently, as he tweaked my nipples. Then, when I’d closed my eyes, and relaxed, he pushed hard and suddenly through my barrier, his mouth covering mine. He started to fuck me slowly, my half moan-half scream filling his mouth, until I only felt the pleasure of him sliding in and out. He reached down and rubbed my nipples again, tweaking, his mouth sucking my tender neck…and I started to tense up.



“Ell? I…”

“Tell me you’re my slut, tell me.” he’d stopped moving, throbbing inside me.

“I’M YOUR SLUT!” I moaned as I started to cum, his cock moving hard and fast again. I squeezed his cock hard as I came all over him, my juices soaking his cock, and with that, he held me down firmly, moved in and out of me once more, and shot a huge load deep in my pussy. He groaned, moving in a couple more times, before pulling out and collapsing next to me. I couldn’t help but pushing my fingers down along my pussy, and bringing them up to my mouth.

He laughed. “You really are my little dirty cock whore aren’t you? You love your brother’s cock. AND his cum.” My face burned but as I slid down his body to kiss his cock, I nodded. “You know I can have you whenever I want. And you’ll like it, won’t you?” I nodded again. The next morning, I packed my bag and he took me home. It was as if nothing had happened. He was pretty much quiet, except for the music and his soft singing…

He hugged mom and told her I’d been a brat, but a good one…he kissed my cheek goodbye…and asked me to walk him to the door. He whispered in my ear, “You’ll be coming over again soon, Baby Sis.” He reached under my skirt, stroked my bare ass, and pushed me into the house.

God…I can’t wait to go back.

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