The Big Brother Tickle

I don?t really remember the first time I got that ?tickle,? that urge down below that told me I was turned on. But I do remember the first time it was strong enough that I decided to do something about it. I was walking past my past my brother Ryan?s room and he was taking off his shirt. The sight of his chest and his firm abs, his back when he turned around, all that bare skin...the hint of his navy blue underwear, it made the tickle grow from a tickle to a throb. After that day I paid a lot of extra attention to Ryan. He was used to attention from girls, being over six feet tall with dark hair and pretty blue eyes that rivaled my own in intensity, but for him getting attention from me was a novelty. I usually minded my own business, much more content to call my girlfriends on the phone or go shopping than hang around the house with my older brother. I knew my change in behavior was a total 180, but still, when I started hanging around his room asking for hugs and kisses he was always very free with the love and he never made it seem like a big deal. He liked to dote on me, but I could tell he also genuinely liked to touch and be touched. That was how I knew I could eventually get him. Ryan and I were a little less than two years apart, and while our younger siblings got home later than us especially due to soccer, ballet and other extra curricular activities, Ryan and I got out of school at the same time, which meant we were often home alone for a few hours. Our favorite thing to do during that time became either watching movies or playing video games. Whenever we would watch movies I would sit really close and either put his arm around me or drape my legs across him. At sixteen I was already tall with long shapely legs and C cup breasts, so I used both to my advantage. I wore low cut tank tops a lot, and either short skirts or shorts. When I wore short shorts and rest my legs on him he would rub them, running his hand up şişli escort bayan and down my thigh. That always gave me the tickle. One day when he was stroking my legs, I slightly parted them, hoping he would take the bait. He did. He ran his hand up and down the inside of my thigh. By this time I was very wet. Ryan was very cute, and all the girls knew it. Even though I was his sister I wasn?t blind. My pussy was well aware that a prime available male was close enough to reach out and touch. ?That feels nice,? I said, as he petted me. He smiled and gently squeezed my leg then moved his hand up higher, keeping his eyes on me to gauge my reaction. I smiled and parted my legs more, meeting his eyes in a daring gaze. Once again, my big brother rose to the occasion. His hand traveled higher and his fingertips ghosted over the seat of my panties. ?Ooh, you are making me feel so nice,? I said. ?Really?? he asked, looking excited. ?You don?t mind?? ?No. Touch me more,? I said. He swallowed hard but did as I asked. I gasped when I felt him directly rub his fingers back and forth, stimulating my clit. ?Right there,? I sighed, adjusting my tank top to draw attention to my breasts. ?Is my baby sister horny?? he asked, with a sly smirk. ?Mmm,? I said. ?Can you help me?? ?Let?s see,? he said, wriggling his fingers into my panties. By then my heart was pounding in my chest. He quickly located my clit and began to rub it. I was so wet that his finger slipped over me easily again and again, bringing me nothing but pure pleasure. I reached for his other hand and put it on my breast. I had stopped wearing bras around the house, so I could clearly feel the warmth of his hand on my nipple and the sensation of his fingertips squeezing and pinching at my hardened nub. I began to moan loudly as he felt up my tit and played with my clit. ?Oh yes...yes...? I sighed, shamelessly humping his hand. I came in a burst of mecidiyeköy escort bayan heat, moisture and sparks, twitching and sighing as I shuddered in release. ?How was that?? he asked. ?Did I help?? I smiled. ?I feel so much better. But now it looks like you need a little help,? I said, lowering my eyes to the sizable bulge in his jeans. ?Y-you really want to?? he asked, utterly shocked. ?I?ve never touched one before. Can I touch yours?? I asked. ?Yeah,? he said, still looking shocked but also very willing. I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans reaching in to pull his cock free. It felt warm in my hand and flopped out long and hard. ?Wow,? I said. ?Are they all so big?? ?Not all,? he said with a smirk. ?So modest,? I teased, grasping it gently and starting to stroke it. He looked like he was really enjoying it but he was staring at me transfixed, probably still wondering if this was really happening. Meanwhile his cock was getting harder and longer in my hand. ?Why are you doing this?? he asked. ?Because I like you, idiot,? I teased, stroking it faster. He groaned and thrust himself into my hand. ?I didn?t know you liked me this much!? ?Now you do,? I said. I wanted to see him cum, but right then we heard the car pull up in the drive and then the voices of our mom and little brother and sister. Ryan shot out of the room like a bullet, almost tripping on his jeans. I laughed heartily and decided that I would definitely find a way to see him cum soon. For the next week things were a little weird. Ryan was really shy around me or something. He seemed nervous. He wasn?t avoiding me, he just didn?t seem to know how to act. After a while I figured out that he must be wondering if what we did the week before was a one time thing. To get my point across I dialed up the touching. If we were sitting next to each other at the table, I?d lay my hand on his thigh. If we were cleaning the kitchen escort şişli together I would come up behind him and press my boobs into his back. Or I would bend over so he could see up my skirt. One time I did that; I had just bent over to pick up a fork that fell on the floor and when I sat it on the table before I straightened up he came up behind me and pressed his really hard cock against my pussy. I got so turned on I had to clutch the nearby chair or I would have fallen over. ?Do you see what you do to me lately?? he asked, grasping my hips and pulling me back firmly onto his cock. ?Oh God,? I sighed, my head swimming with dirty thoughts and ravenous need. ?Oh fuck...? ?What...a...dirty...mouth,? he said, punctuating each word with a thrust as he started to hump me. He grabbed my skirt and pulled it up over my ass so that he saw the red thong I was wearing. ?Mm...I like these.? At this point I was rubbing my pussy against the long hard bulge in his jeans and my clit was throbbing beautifully while his hands moved from my hips to caress my ass cheeks as he continued to hump me with that rock hard bulge in his pants. ?Oh Ryan, I?m going to come,? I gasped out. ?Really?? he asked. ?Just from this?? ?Yes, yes...Ahhh!? I cried out as quietly as I could as I came so hard I wet the seat of my panties and made a big wet spot on the crotch of his jeans. ?That was so hot,? he said, when I turned to face him. I was going to go in for a kiss on the lips and see what he would do, but we heard Dad?s heavy footsteps coming down the stairs and we both had to scramble to our rooms. All night long I thought about how Ryan must be jerking off all the time thanks to me and my newfound desire for him. But that was such a waste, I wanted to be there to see him to come. I wanted to be the one to make him erupt in sheer carnal bliss. I couldn?t wait any longer. I had to have him. The next day after school we got home and met up for our usual time of hanging out on the sofa watching TV. I?d had the tickle all the way home thinking of how I would get my hands on him. As we sat there staring at the screen, both of us probably thinking about nothing but sex, I reached out and took his hand, then put it between my legs.