A Depraved Little Sister
18-Year-Old Amelia was on the couch as she was flipping through the channels. As usual there was nothing on. The summer had started with nothing to do. She had hoped her parents would want to celebrate her high school graduation by sending her off to Paris—but they didn’t do that. They got her a card with a five dollar in it and words that she didn’t care to hear from them.
She shut the TV off and rolled her eyes. She didn’t have friends—all the girls she had gone to school with had never liked her. Amelia had it going on in all the right places: curves for days and she was extremely busty. So they never did include her in things but Amelia never did care. She got along with the boys better, anyway. At least they weren’t drama and besides she had always liked the attention they gave her.
It didn’t matter who the guy was—they always focused in on her as if she was the only girl in the world. It was a power she learned to use to her advantage.
“Where’s Mom and Pops?” 21-Year-Old Tucker came in through the front door, shirtless. Amelia couldn’t help but admire her older brother’s athletic body. He had always been ripped like that and secretly Amelia always liked to look. She knew it was fucked up but he was the one guy that never gave her attention and so that just made her ache for it even more—but she never did anything about it.
She couldn’t because usually Mom and Dad were home. They watched both Tucker and Amelia like hawks—both being extremely hormonal and reckless with feelings there was a worry there it seemed. Not that Amelia could blame them because they had once caught her looking in at her brother when he was showering.
“Hey, dork” Tucker repeated himself, swinging his hand in-front of his little sister’s face. “Did you not hear me? I asked where Mom and Pops were.”
“Oh, uh” Amelia blushed and swallowed hard, trying to not look at her brother’s pecks for too long. “They had to go over to Aunt Becky’s for a bit—they’ll be back around six.”
“Cool” He nodded. “I’ll probably be gone by then. I gotta go see Jill—I need some pussy.”
Amelia could feel her panties dampen at the way her brother uttered the word. It was so pathetic—but the way he talked did something to her insides.
“I need a shower” Tucker said. He walked to the island counter and grabbed an apple. He bit into it and Amelia tried to keep her composure but the way he tore into it—made her panties feel like a river. She imagined what his lips would feel like on her pussy and it made her cum but she refrained from letting her face give it away, so she looked down.
Tucker tossed the rest of the apple in the trash before he headed up the stairs. Amelia felt relief that he was gone and she slipped her hand down her panties, as she rubbed her juices around with a smile plastered to her face. She knew the way she thought was immoral and against all amounts of decency—but she couldn’t help it. She had it bad for her big brother. She wished he would fuck her instead of Jill—but she was sure that her brother was nowhere near as depraved as she was.
Tucker took his shower and left. Amelia tried to resist—she prayed, read a book and took a shower. She tried to sleep after but couldn’t—all she could think about was how tight her brother’s shirt had looked on him before he left. It clung to his chest and biceps in the right ways, and it was too much to bare.
So now Amelia was in his bed in nothing but a pair of panties, and her tiniest bra. Her hand was in her panties, circling her clit as she thought about how his muscles and pecks had bulged out of that damn green shirt.
Amelia moaned. “Oh, Tuck, I need your cock so bad. Please, big bro, fuck me. I need it so fucking bad—“
She had only done this twice before. Fingered herself in her brother’s bed when he was gone. She knew it was a risk because her parents could always catch her but tonight they had decided to stay the night at Aunt Becky’s after getting hammered, and she was sure that Tucker wouldn’t be back the rest of the night so she had his bed all to herself.
She couldn’t have him but she was going to feel closer to him anyway she could. She slipped out of her panties and grabbed Tucker’s dirty boxers from his floor with a wicked smile plastered to her face. She started to rub her brother’s boxers against her pussy, getting them wet in the process. She knew it was fucking disgusting but she didn’t care—having his boxers, which his cock had been hanging against touching her pussy only made her even wetter.
“Big bro” Amelia whimpered. Her mind fantasizing his cock being there instead of his boxers and she gasped, closing her eyes. “You’re going to make me fucking cum.”
She tossed her bra at the wall and then positioned herself over a pillow, where she had his boxers and she started to grind on them. She was telling herself that it was her big brother’s cock she was riding and not his pillow—but it was close enough. It was where he laid his head at night so when he slept and slobbered against it, his tongue would be touching where her pussy had been.
“Fuck, Tuck!” Amelia cried out, feeling closer. She squeezed her nipple and whimpered. “You’re getting me there—” Her eyes went to the picture of her brother that was on the dresser. In it he was in his football jersey and he had the sexiest smile on his face—she was pushed over the edge. “Tuck, I can’t!”
She came on the boxers and the pillow got soaked. She had a grin on her face as she came down from her high—but something she noticed made it drop. “Oh my god—” There was her brother staring in at her, shocked by what he was seeing. “—Tuck—”
“Baby sis” Tucker’s eyes were wide. He gulped. “What are you—doing?”
She didn’t know what to say. There she was in his bed with nothing covering her body. Her tits were out and she was riding his boxers and pillow—so she couldn’t talk her way out of this. It was clear he knew what she was doing and she could tell he had heard her moaning his name, so there was no excuse that would work in her favor. He was going to think she was depraved and there was nothing she could do about that.
