My brother's Girl

Chapter 1

Simply put, my brother Calvin’s girlfriend was a knockout.

Her name was Millie McAllen, and she was one of the nicest and most sexually appealing girls at our school. She was in 12th grade—like my brother—and would turn eighteen in two months.

She had dazzling green eyes, freckled skin, and the most beautiful smile I’d ever seen. Her hair was red, cut short in what I call the Egyptian style—shaved across the forehead with long, flowing sides. She was tall and slender, with a nice chest and a gorgeous rear. Despite her looks, she was a little shy. I think I fell in love with her the first time Cal brought her home.

She was kind to me, but I wasn’t exactly Mr. Popular—or a jock like my brother. I was pretty sure I’d never have a chance with a girl like her. I was also two years younger and a sophomore, and though I played soccer, I wasn’t anywhere near as built or as good-looking as Cal. In fact, he and I were as different as night and day. He had the looks and the muscle; I had the brains (for what they’re worth) and the imagination. By the same token, Cal got the girls, and I got the good grades. Some deal, huh?

Anyway, they’d been seeing each other for about two months, and I was beginning to wonder miserably how far Cal had managed to worm his way into her pants.

Then, one fateful Wednesday, I found out. My soccer practice had been cancelled—our tyrannical coach had a doctor’s appointment, hopefully involving the removal of his head from his ass. I got home around three-thirty, an hour earlier than usual. When I saw Millie’s blue Honda parked in the driveway, I immediately became suspicious. Our parents didn’t get off work until seven, which meant that my brother and his girlfriend were all by themselves in the house.

Or, so they thought.

Quietly, I unlocked the door and went inside.

I really doubted I’d catch them doing anything—but it was fun to be sneaky anyway.

I walked down the hall to the stairs, and had just started to head up when I heard a quiet noise from the living room. It almost sounded like a moan. I told myself I’d imagined it. But after a split-second of hesitation, I turned around and went to investigate.

My heart pounding with suspense, I peeked around the corner into the living room—and there they were.

My brother, naked, squatting on the couch over Millie’s chest. She had her hand wrapped around the red, wet shaft of his dick. As she squeezed and pumped it, he groaned and threw his head back. I watched in shock and amazement as his cock twitched and spurted a thick, white jet of cum onto her upturned face.

She lay on her back on the couch, her skirt pulled up around her waist, her panties scattered in a heap on the floor.

A surge of adrenaline hit me—most of it rushing straight to my cock—and my chin probably scraped the floor. Even without imagination, it wasn’t hard to guess what they’d been doing.

I tried to get a look at Millie’s naughty parts, but I couldn’t—Cal was kneeling above her chest, blocking my view. His cock bobbed and jumped, twitching in her hand as it spat a few last, gooey wads of cum onto her chin.

She had her lips and eyes tightly closed. I couldn’t tell if she was enjoying it—but it was obvious that Cal was.

Watching my brother’s beautiful girlfriend take his hot load onto her mouth almost made me spew mine into my pants.

She looked up at him with her bright green eyes, seemingly unashamed that several dollops of thick, stringy boy-cum clung to her lips. Her freckled cheeks were rosy pink, and she was breathing quickly. God. She looked hot.

Suddenly, more than anything in the world, I wanted it to be me that she was looking at—me who had just pumped a sack-full of warm nut juice onto her homecoming-queen face.

Cal groaned again. I saw Millie run her long tongue beneath the purple head of his softening cock. She gently jerked it with her hand, as if trying to draw more.

“Sorry, babe,” he mumbled, getting to his feet. “I’m late for practice.”

Like the true gentleman he is, he grabbed her panties and wiped the last traces of jizz from his cock before dropping them to the floor. “You’d better get dressed,” he said, tugging on his shorts. “My little brother’ll be back soon.”

She gave him a disappointed look as he sauntered into the bathroom. I scowled at him, too. Frankly, Cal was a pig—even though I envied him.

Well, as much as I could envy anyone whose only sexual education came from watching porn while guzzling beer. In fact, that was probably where he’d gotten the idea to spurt off on her face.

Millie grimaced and wiped her mouth on her already cum-smeared panties, then swung her long legs to the floor. I held my breath, hopeful—until her skirt fell between her thighs before I could see anything. Cal came out and began rummaging for his football gear. To avoid being seen, I ducked back down the hall and out the door. I went around the back so I wouldn’t have to see my brother when he left.

Cal was usually an okay guy, but with girls, he seemed like a real asshole. He was so self-absorbed that I was surprised they could put up with him. Yet, for some inexplicable, masochistic reason, I’d noticed that a lot of women seemed to be drawn to guys like that. His philosophy about sex was pure “Get It Up, Get It In, Get It Off, and Get Her Out”—a pathetic shadow of what I’d do in his place.

I’d looked at Millie with someone else’s jizz on her lips and still wanted to kiss her. Not just that—I wanted to ravish her, pleasure her, make hot, wild love to her until we both passed out. I’d treat her like the goddess she was. Cal, on the other hand, just got up and left her with his cum on her face, as if all he cared about was getting his rocks off. I didn’t know what made me madder—the fact that he treated her like trash or the fact that she put up with it.

I loitered for a few minutes, wishing my hard-on would go away. I heard the door slam. School was close enough that Cal would probably jog there, but I kept listening for the sound of Millie’s car starting up. After nearly five minutes, I grew tired of waiting and walked around the front. Her car was still there, but she’d had plenty of time to get cleaned up. I walked inside and dropped my backpack on the now-empty couch. Millie’s purse sat on the coffee table. I heard the sound of running water from the bathroom.

I bent down and carefully opened her purse. I had a sneaking suspicion as to what I’d find—and sure enough, there they were: crumpled white cotton panties, stained and gooey with fresh nut-milk. My dick softened into a sticky lump in my pants, then quickly hardened again, becoming hard enough to cut diamond as I replayed the scene in my mind. Damn—that was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

I closed her purse, put it back on the table, and practically ran upstairs to my room, slamming the door. I dropped my pants and peeled off my underwear. My cock popped out, throbbing angrily, seeking relief.

Now that I’d seen my brother’s dick, I no longer thought I was the runt of the family. His was rather small—short, stubby-looking. Mine wasn’t huge, maybe seven inches, but it was probably at least two inches longer than his. Still, it did me little good, because all I ever did with it was whack off.

And that’s exactly what I planned to do now. Millie would leave soon, and I could jerk off until I was blue in the face, fantasizing that I was the one who had fucked her and exploded all over her yummy lips. I squeezed my rod firmly—it jumped for joy. The skin was taut and shiny, and I didn’t think I’d ever been this hard before.

I spat in my hand and began pumping my cock with it, quickly losing myself in imagining the sensation of sliding it deep into Millie’s juicy slit and feeling her cum around my pulsing, throbbing cock.

To be honest, I really had no idea what it would feel like. I was still a virgin, but somehow, I doubted that screwing Millie would be similar to screwing my pillow. I had a good imagination, though, and I imagined it would be pretty fucking awesome.

With a solid mental image of Millie’s panting face and pouty, cum-soaked lips, I lay back on my bed and jerked my cock until I blasted a geyser of cum into the air. I must’ve spurted nearly a dozen times—my sperm launching out and landing all over my stomach and thighs. It was an awesome load, and I closed my eyes, picturing Millie licking my sticky jism from her lips. I was still so out of it that I almost didn’t hear the soft click of my door as it shut.

I froze, then nearly jumped up as I realized what that meant. Millie had watched me jerk off! I sat there in shock—embarrassed, mad, and flattered at the same time. I guess I was a little of each. I cleaned myself off as best as I could with the towel I kept under the bed. Just as I was pulling on clothes, I heard Millie’s car start and drive off.

I sat on my bed and sighed. Had she figured out I’d been spying on them? Maybe. I hoped she wouldn’t tell my brother about it—or that I was jerking off. He’d probably think I was some kind of pervert. It was weird, though. The fact that Millie had stayed to watch me cum turned me on intensely. I didn’t know what it meant, but all I could hope for now was that I wouldn’t get busted.

The rest of that week went by in a dull blur of homework and TV. Cal was excited about his upcoming away game on Saturday, and I was just happy that Millie hadn’t mentioned anything to him about my peeping or jerking off. She hadn’t been by again—which was probably just as well, since I didn’t know if I could talk to her without embarrassing myself. She’d occupied my thoughts for the past few days, stepping up even more often than usual in my daydreams and fantasies. I was pretty ashamed about feeling this way about my brother’s girlfriend, but I couldn’t help it.