Becky had arrived early and we immediately began decorating the house with our Mardi Gras party favors and streamers.
We set up the bobbing tank in the kitchen where there was tile because mom didn’t want any water splashing out onto the carpet.
Our apples were all spotted and mushy so we made a last minute switch to “Les Pomme de Terres” instead and pretended we’d planned to bob for potatoes the entire time.
Keeping with the whole guillotine theme, we encouraged people to pretend that they were bobbing for little heads.
Most everyone thought it was good fun, but two of Becky’s more stuck up friends thought that bobbing for raw potatoes was beneath their dignity.
All in all, it was a pretty good party, in fact it was more fun than I expected.
A lot of work, yes, but I expected that, but it was more fun than I anticipated being the co-center of attention.
I was completely prepared to let Becky be the ringleader but since it was my house, she wanted me to lead more of the games.
People remembered to call us by our Madame Voulez and Madame Soiree monikers better than I expected.
Nobody was penalized for mixing the two of us up, just as long as they didn’t call us Amber and Becky.
We actually ran out of the beaded necklaces faster than I expected because the games went quicker than I’d planned and we played them multiple times, so the rest of the evening, people were encouraged to bet beads they already had in the hopes of winning ones from other players.
Zach even came up with the idea for a “Paris, Texas Hold ‘Em” poker match where people could trade their necklaces in for poker chips.
Pretty much all of the guys and a few of the girls played in that.
The big winner of the evening was Zach’s friend Joel, who took home the pot which was then converted into more necklaces than he could comfortably wear.
Some of the girls tried to see what they could do to get a necklace away from Joel.
Rumor has it that one of Becky’s skankier friends offered him a blowjob in the bathroom in exchange for ten necklaces but he politely declined.
I was honored to present Joel with the plastic trophy topped with a huge Hershey’s kiss that read, “Grand Winner of the World’s Biggest French Kiss.”
That’s when we passed out the cake and sparkling cider and toasted the evening’s festivities.
Becky made a point to take everyone aside and let them know that she’d planned for them to make a special toast on my behalf without me knowing of it ahead of time.
Everyone cheered and thanked me for hosting such a fun party.
For most of the evening, mom had stayed out of our hair and monitored the door for visitors.
One of Becky’s sweeter friends named Cindy volunteered to pass out candy to the trick-or-treaters that came along.
I can tell you, she definitely wasn’t the one accused of offering blowjobs for necklaces you could be sure.
I never found out if the skank ever got that pearl necklace she was looking for in the first place.
As the evening was wrapping up, I slipped Zach a note that read:
Be sure to check your pillow for a secret message from Madame V.
He read it, nodded, and then secreted the note away from other prying eyes.
The concern about people staying too late wasn’t even an issue as most people left right after we’d hosted the cake and prize winners.
Runner-ups got little mini-bags of kisses to take home as well.
We had the place pretty well cleaned out by 9:45.
Two of Zach’s friends that stayed until the end tried to convince him to go with them to another party that was still going on, but he declined.
I didn’t think about him possibly getting taken off after my party to go to another one!
One big bullet dodged there!
I knew that I was getting myself too worked up.
Even if he had gone to another party, he would have come back home eventually.
Mom wouldn’t have been okay with him staying out past midnight, even on Halloween.
She’s always paranoid that some other disaster is waiting right around the corner that has my brother’s name written all over it.
I thought it would have taken longer, but with mom and Zach pitching in, we had everything cleaned up by 10:30.
I noticed Zach occasionally giving Becky furtive glances to try to size up her intentions, but she was completely oblivious.
Whether mom noticed or not, she didn’t act like anything was out of the ordinary, but she did agree that Becky…ahem…she corrected herself, Madame Voulez and I threw a pretty darn good party and was rather impressed with our ingenuity.
Most of the ideas were mine, but I gladly shared the spotlight with Becky once again, hoping that it would continue to cement in Zach’s mind that Becky is a creative and talented sort—one that could actually pull off everything that I’ve secretly been working towards.
By 11:30 or so, Becky and I retreated to my bedroom and Zach to his.
Mom stayed up making sure that every fiber of carpet and particle of glitter was back in its proper place.
I mean we vacuumed and everything, but mom was convinced that there was still mess to clean up.
Becky had brushed her teeth and was already in her jammies when I’d gotten into the bedroom.
I could make up something here about Becky and I doing some lesbo stuff, but she wasn’t like that.
I had been sleeping naked, but just for safety’s sake, I’d put on some pajama bottoms and a t-shirt myself to sleep in.
We talked for a while about the fun we had and when or if we should do something like that again, but by the time it hit 12:15, Becky was out cold and lightly snoring.
The next step of my plan was just that much closer.
I was certain that Zach had gotten the message that I…I mean…Madame Voulez had left for him on his pillow.
So now all I could do was to wait until the time was right for me to act.
Becky came over the night before the party and surprised me with a very expensive looking period gown that looked like something straight out of Dangerous Liaisons.
She had one for herself as well.
We went to work assembling the masks for people to wear, ours being the most elaborate.
We decided on using the identities of Madame Voulez for Becky and Madame Soiree for myself and everyone at the party would be required to refer to us by these names or forfeit a string of beads if they had one in the event they called us by our real names.
Everyone would start with at least one string, just for costume purposes, but would gain more throughout the evening.
Whoever would end the night with the most earned beads would win a prize.
We made fancy little brochures for everyone out of my scrapbook supplies that detailed the games, events, and rules for the evening.
That night, after Becky had left, I approached Zach to tell him what Becky and I had supposedly discussed about him.
“Okay, I found out a little more about Becky for you.”
“She does sort of have a little itty-bitty crush on you, but she’s terrified of anyone finding out about it.”
“Well, for starters, because you’re my brother. She doesn’t want anyone to know that she’s interested in you. I told her that I’d be really careful when telling you this because I’ve already told you more than I think she wanted me to.”
“Well, what is she thinking then?”
“I can’t be sure but she said that she absolutely, positively doesn’t want anyone at the party knowing that she’s got the hots for you.” Zach chuckled, “The hots for me, eh?”
“Don’t laugh! She’d be mortified if you thought it was funny.”
“I wasn’t laughing at that, just the way you said ‘hots for me’—I thought it was cute.”
“Well, in any case, she did want me to let you know that at the party tomorrow…”
“Don’t be offended if she acts completely indifferent towards you or like there isn’t anything out of the ordinary going on between you two.”
“Okay?” Zach was somewhat confused, I could tell.
“It’s all an act. I have my own character I’ll be playing as well. For the whole evening, you’ll have to refer to us as Madame Voulez and Madame Soiree.”
Zach smirked. “Ahh, okay. Who is who?”
“I’ll be Madame Soiree, which is French for night party or something.”
“Sure, sure. So Becky is Madame Voulez then?”
“I suppose I could do that.”
“It’ll all be part of the evening festivities. Everyone will be required to refer to us by those names or risk losing prizes.”
“Prizes eh? Sounds like you two have gone to a lot of preparation for this.”
“We’ve been planning all week!”
“Sound like it should be fun! I’m looking forward to it!”
“Oh, I almost forgot, Becky, I mean Madame Voulez, wants to be sure that any correspondence or messages that the two of you might have for each other needs to go through me.”
“So you’re Bec…Madame Voulez’ secretary then?”
“That’s a good way to look at it.”
“Sure, I’m game. This sounds like more work than I expected, but that also sounds like it could be fun too.”
“Whew!” I sighed.
“Why the heavy sigh?”
I was taken aback. Why did I sigh?
“I..uh..was kind of worried that you wouldn’t go along with it, I even told Becky that she shouldn’t get her hopes up in case you weren’t willing to play along.”
“Au contraire, mon frère,” Zach said, “or whatever sister is in French.”
“Yeah, frère means brother.”
“Well you know what I mean, this little party and scheme the two of you have worked up actually sounds like a lot of fun. It almost sounds like an old French story or something like that.”
I nodded and smiled back, “It does kinda, doesn’t it? I don’t know what part I’m playing here in the middle of it all. If this goes south, I’ll feel like I’m to blame.”
“Don’t worry dear sister! You’re just the middleman here. If nothing ends up happening between Becky and I, I’m certainly not going to hold it against you just because she’s your best friend. I’m sure you’re feeling torn between being a good friend and being a good sister.”
I nodded again, “I guess that’s a good way to look at it.”
“Is Becky so shallow that she’d hold you at fault if it doesn’t go as she’s hoped between her and I?”
I shook my head, “I doubt she would.”
“Well, I for one am looking forward to tomorrow evening’s festivities with Madame Voulez and Soufflé…”
“Soiree,” I interrupted him.
“I know, just keeping you on your toes!” He winked.
I just had a few more things to prep by myself before I went to bed.
Once I did and was happy with a few secret things I had made, I just knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep with how much nervous excitement I had regarding the events I had planned for the following day!
I could go on and on about the details of me masturbating, but then I’d never be able to get on to the really important parts of my story here.
Needless to say, I made myself come over and over again that night thinking about all of the delicious things I could do with a horny and willing brother and I so wanted it to be real, I almost cried in frustration once I’d finally gotten over my last orgasm.
I quickly threw aside the thoughts of woe-is-me and began to focus them on what I could do to make my fantasy a reality.
Inspired by the incest story that I so loved and the fact that Halloween was soon approaching, I began to develop a plan of action.
One that would require my friend Becky, cute oblivious Becky, and a good deal of advance planning on my part in order for my plan to bear fruit.
I made a few notes to myself so that I wouldn’t forget any important detail once I woke up in the morning, because I would have to start working on it right away if I had any chance of pulling it off.
Cue Halloween night.
The event: Mardi Gras Halloween masquerade party
Location: Amber’s house
Time: 6:00-10:00pm (It wasn’t a school night, but mom wouldn’t let us go any later than that.)
I invited a number of my friends from school, which there weren’t many of, but I let Becky invite even more from her extended clique.
Zach agreed to come and invited a couple of his friends.
I heavily upsold Becky on it and told her that my brother and some of his hunky older athletic friends were going to be there and she was sold.
She even offered to host it at her house, but I insisted that it would be good for me to branch out and try to be more sociable, and she was surprisingly supportive of that idea.
She even pitched in and helped pay for these really elaborate masks for everyone to wear, knowing that the likelihood of anyone actually showing up in proper masquerade attire was slim to none.
We made up some fun games and twists on Halloween classics, like instead of “Pin the Tail on the Donkey,” we had “Put Marie Antoinette’s Head in the Guillotine Basket” and other fun morbid games like that.
Winners of the party games were to be given strings of beads to wear, much like the kind that girls would get in New Orleans for flashing their boobs.
Instead of beer or any alcohol, because mom was to be on hand the whole time, we had sparkling apple cider and sparkling grape juice to substitute for wine and champagne.
We had some fun treats made and we planned to let everyone eat cake of course.
Becky was all set to spend the night with me too, because she’d have to stay late and help clean up after the party, which she was more than willing to do.
But first, I started prepping my brother a few days before the party:
“You know my friend Becky?”
“Of course I do.”
“She, well, she asked me if I knew if you were seeing anybody.”
“Really? She asked you that?”
“Yeah, I thought it was an odd question of her to ask.”
“What did you tell her?”
“I wasn’t sure actually. Are you seeing anybody?”
“Hmmm. Well, no, I’m not really seeing anyone at the moment. Why did she want to know?”
“She wouldn’t say, but she seemed a little embarrassed to ask me. I couldn’t tell if she’s just curious or if she’s wanting to set you up somehow.”
“Do you think she likes me?”
“I always thought that she thought of you as a surrogate brother, as far as I knew. Do you want me to ask her?”
“Sure. Can you be discreet about it?”
“Like don’t let on that I’m curious about why she wants to know if I’m single or not, I don’t want to make anything awkward between any of us. Maybe bring it up in casual conversation and make her think it was you asking her the question and not me.”
“That’s fair,” I said, “but just for the record, are you the least bit interested in her if that turns out to be the case?”
“You know, I hadn’t really thought about it.”
Zach rubbed his chin and furrowed his brow while staring at me—almost staring through me.
“Let’s play it safe for now,” Zach said, “I admit she is definitely cute and not normally my type, but I certainly wouldn’t send her away if she came crawling into my bed in the middle of the night.”
My heart practically skipped a beat with the flood of ideas that instantly came over me.
I disguised my excitement the best I could and chuckled, taking what Zach said as a joke and replied, “Nice. Do you want me to tell her that?”
No no no!” Zach said laughing back. “That’s definitely not discreet!”
“I’m just teasing you,” I said. “I’ll be very careful. She’s all about discretion too, why do you think she put me up to this instead of asking you outright?”
Zach just shrugged and didn’t say anything.
I just shook my head and acted like it wasn’t my completely my idea the entire time. “I don’t know if I’m supposed to be matchmaker or what. I’ll try to get more information regarding her feelings and/or intentions and get back to you, okay?”
“Sure. That’ll work.”
In the mental checklist I had prepared that held the line, “Size up Zach’s feelings about Becky,” I could only mark it with a huge excited happy face.
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“Okay,” Zach said a little taken back but still smiling, “now that’s what I call a good night kiss!” I just nodded and swallowed, “Uh yeah.” I so wanted to do more than just kiss him that it almost burned inside me.
“I didn’t thank you for that massage earlier,” he said, “I really liked it.”
“Um, you’re welcome,” I said sheepishly, not knowing what else to say.
“So, uh, good night,” he said giving me one more smile before he turned away.
“’Night,” I said as he was already a few steps away.
I wanted him so badly but I just didn’t know how to express myself.
If only I could get some sort of feeling from him that he wanted me too, that would make everything so much easier.
If only he knew that I just wanted him to rip our clothes off and he throw me on the floor and start ravishing me in any way he wanted, but there was no way for me to tell him.
My mind was all in a muddle and I just stood there for a few moments trying to compose myself.
So I must have talked in my sleep, that was a given.
Zach wouldn’t have made that up.
By the way he acted, I was talking like I wanted him to do something to me which he decided to convince me that I said ‘kiss me’ but that ever so noticeable bulge in his pants decried something different.
That is, unless he gets aroused at just the thought of kissing me which would only be in my favor.
I started to rationalize my thinking even more so.
Now if I did say ‘kiss me’ he would have definitely acted like he thought I said that, but he acted like I said something more than that.
Whatever I did say in my sleep aroused him, unless he was aroused to begin with, but I can be certain that he was aroused earlier by my slightly forward and suggestive massaging of him.
He may have still been turned on from that.
But was he turned on, or just embarrassed?
I heard that guys can get boners when they get sexually embarrassed, and that may have been the case earlier tonight.
So that puts me back at step one.
So it really all comes down to whether I turn him on or not, and I don’t have a definitive answer to that yet.
If he had any idea how much he turned me on, would he be honored, titillated, or repulsed by the notion?
If I only had the courage to come out and ask him, but I just wasn’t that brave.
Woe is me!
My mind then wandered back to him giving me a more passionate kiss, on my lips no less, than I’d ever gotten from him before and my arousal was refreshed.
Time go make my little girl happy then!
So I showered and played with myself a little in the shower as I sometimes do.
I can’t get too into it because I hate wasting water and I’d much rather be lying down than standing in the shower.
Besides, it was about time for me to shave my pubes again.
They always feel so much nicer to the touch when they’re freshly shaved.
It’s a shame I don’t have a boyfriend, or ahem, even my brother to appreciate my personal dedication to a well-shaved pussy.
I do hate getting the shaving cream in my pussy though, that’s because it burns and stings and is ever so not sexy.
The water washes away my own lubricating juices all too well.
I’ve given my clit a few too many orgasms in the shower and then regretted it later due to it then burning and stinging for a while afterwards.
Once my lust for an orgasm passes is when I realize the burning that’s left behind.
My favorite method is just lying in bed, lightly touching myself until I start to make myself wet, and then using my own self-generated all-natural lube so I can first finger myself until I get my fingers pretty wet, then I move some of that moisture to my clit for a good old-fashion manual orgasm that way.
Now while in the shower, I don’t mind fingering my asshole a little bit.
Just a little bit of soap and my finger slides right in.
At first I did it because I was curious and wondered if it hurt when people had anal sex, but then after a few times, I sort of began to like it.
Now I convince myself that I should do it because it helps keep me cleaner that way.
I wish I had a vibrator or a dildo or well, an erect brother to help me scratch that itch my fingers just can’t reach.
Well, I played it safe and just went to fingering my ass while in the shower once I’d washed off the shaving cream.
I’ll let my pussy have a grand old time once I get her into bed.
I keep my fingernails short because, well, I just don’t like long fingernails.
If some women out there want to have them, like my friend Becky gets a manicure almost every week it seems, then go ahead and let them.
It might help if I didn’t chew on them when I’m distracted or caught up in a tense story.
It’s not an obsession or anything, I just have a bad habit of chewing on my nails sometimes, okay?
Well, back to my ass, I was enjoying my fuck-finger (that’s my middle finger of course) twiddling around in my ass when I decided to step it up a notch and try another finger and it went in just fine.
So here I am with two fingers up my ass, and well, that was about it.
I tried to see if I could get a third in as well, but I stumbled a little, forcing me stop and pull them out, so I just went ahead and finished up my shower.
That was the most I could ever recall playing with my own ass and it was leaving my pussy feeling a little neglected.
I turned off the shower, dried off, and decided that it was warm enough that I could let my hair dry overnight.
I usually leave the bathroom wrapped in a towel, but I figured the hell with it and hung it up in the shower.
I would have loved to have had my brother catch me naked in the hall and I was planning on being all embarrassed if he did, but that didn’t happen.
He was in his room and likely sound asleep as was mom.
By now it was one in the morning but I wasn’t tired.
I had gotten a considerable nap on the couch and I was wide awake.
Now I normally sleep wearing a long t-shirt nightgown, but once again, I decided the hell with it and chose to sleep completely naked.
What had come over me?
Why was I changing my habits and routine so much in the course of a day?
I quickly pushed any annoyingly distracting thoughts out of my head and started focusing on what I really wanted to focus on: the thought of my brother fucking me.
Mom laughed as she scolded me, “Amber!” She couldn’t help but laugh but Zach didn’t see the humor in it.
“Okay, I’m good. You can stop ‘massaging’ me now.” He was pulling the sides of the towel over himself now and I released my grip on him.
“What, you no want happy ending?” I began to speak in a fake oriental accent, “Happy ending only ten dolla!”
Zach groaned and mom said jovially, “Okay you, get off him and let him be.”
I took my time getting off of him as I said, “It’s every sister’s right to tease her brother every now and then. That’s my reward for being such an awesome sister.”
Zach didn’t get up right away but he did hold the towel closed behind him as he lay on the couch.
He knew full well that when I was feeling the need to tease, I wouldn’t be letting up anytime soon.
I had a feeling that he was sporting an erection and the fact that he wasn’t getting up or rolling over only confirmed it in my mind.
I was super wet myself, but I could do a pretty good job of masking my arousal.
It’s possible that mom was thinking the same thing because she said, “Amber, why don’t you help me empty the dishwasher and give your brother a little privacy for a change?”
I relented and left him in peace, at least for then.
Cleaning up the kitchen was oh so exciting…not.
By the time I was done, Zach was off in his room or somewhere, so I just retired to my own room.
I was still pretty worked up and would have loved to have been able to get myself off, but decided that I’d best do that later.
I had a little desk set up in my room where I kept my laptop, so I decided I’d best distract myself with going online and visiting my social media sites.
Not much had happened since I’d last perused them, so I found myself wandering over to the erotic stories pages again.
They were calling to me louder than a chocolate cake does to a chubby kid.
I tried to talk myself out of reading more but I couldn’t resist.
Luckily, I didn’t find any that were very good, so counter intuitively, reading them actually helped me calm down my sexual urges for a change because they were so uninteresting.
I felt a little relieved, but my pussy was sort of mad at me for not letting her have another orgasm or two. “Later girl,” I assured her, “I’ll give you as many as you want!”
My pussy can be so demanding at times!
Well, night quickly approached and I’d spent most of the evening sequestered in my room, so I ventured out into the living room.
The TV was off and my mom was seated in the recliner reading a book about JFK.
Zach was nowhere to be seen.
I kicked back on the couch and turned on the television.
I checked the couch in the spot where Zach’s penis would have been, but if there had been a wet spot or anything left there, it had long since dried up without a trace.
All that was on was a myriad of cooking shows where one person continuously gets eliminated for not being the best.
I picked one at random and watched that.
I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew was being having my brother bending over me and asking in shocked tone, “You want me to what?”
“Huh?” I said, waking with a start. “What what?”
My eyes popped open and I could see that the TV was turned off, my mom was nowhere within my field of sight, but Zach was leaning over me wearing only a pair of boxer shorts with something noticeably stirring inside of them.
“I couldn’t hear you,” Zach whispered loudly, “you said something that sounded like ‘Oh Zach, please kiss me!’ At least I think you said kiss.”
“Really,” I said incredulously, “I was asleep. I must have been talking in my sleep then. What else did I say?”
“I couldn’t tell, but I could hear you slightly from the hall call out my name a few times, so I thought for sure you were awake.”
“That is soooo weird! I was totally asleep! Are you sure I didn’t say anything else?”
“It sounded like you wanted me to kiss you, or at least do some sort of action to you,” Zach said, now looking embarrassed, “I’m pretty sure you must have said kiss.”
“Oh,” I said, my mind whirling. I doubt I actually said kiss—I most likely said something much more intimate by the way he was acting. My guess would be ‘fuck.’
“Wow! What time is it?” I asked as I sat up.
“It’s almost midnight and mom’s already gone to bed. She told me to keep an eye out for you and not let you sleep all night on the couch.”
“That’s sweet!” I yawned and stretched. “I still have to shower and brush my teeth actually.”
“I showered at the gym,” he said.
“I remember,” I said as I yawned again and began to stand up.
I had a little crick in my neck from the way I was laying on the couch, but it wasn’t too bad.
“So you’re off to bed then?” I asked, rubbing the side of my neck that hurt.
He nodded and said, “Here, let me,” as he took his right hand and began to massage the part of my neck that hurt.
I practically melted at his touch, so grateful that he was touching me for a change and not the other way around.
“Mmm,” I smiled lovingly at him.
He continued to rub my neck as he said, “Did you still want that kiss or…”
As a response, I grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face towards mine until our lips met and we kissed.
The kiss started slow and then we both began to kiss each other even more passionately.
“Are you actually giving your brother a massage or just tormenting him?”
I quickly looked around to see if mom could see us and there she was, in the hallway behind us.
“I am,” I said defending myself, “it’s just these thick sweats of his keep getting in the way.”
“Zach, do you still want to wear the sweats for some reason?” Mom asked curiously.
“Well, I uh,” Zach began to say but paused.
“He’s not wearing any underwear,” I added for him.
“Uh, yeah.” Zach said sheepishly.
“Ahhhh,” mom said understandingly, “I’ll go get you a towel then.”
Way to go mom!
I beamed but Zach couldn’t see my expression. “Problem solved!” I said triumphantly.
He didn’t have anything to say, so he just continued to lie there.
Mom soon brought a bath towel which she handed to me.
She then picked up his gray t-shirt off the recliner and asked, “Are you going to wear this again after you’re done?”
Zach strained to see what she was referring to and said, “I’ll probably change into shorts.”
“Well, here, give me his sweats and I’ll take them both to the hamper then,” mom said expectantly.
I set the towel on his back and proceeded to pull his sweats down again without him fighting me this time.
Instead he reached back to grab the towel I’d placed on him and tried his best to modestly cover up his exposed butt, which he was only partially successful at doing.
Mom’s face remained placid, so if she was experiencing any emotion, she was hiding it pretty well.
I was just excited about being able to touch my brother’s fit, muscular body without having any clothes of his to hinder me.
Mom actually helped me pull the sweats off his feet without saying a word.
I then made a display of carefully covering his butt with the towel to show that I respected his modesty.
“Now where were we?” I asked.
“Let me adjust the towel some,” he replied as he pulled one side of the towel underneath him a bit.
“Would you rather have the towel under you instead?” I asked, giddy with the thought of not having to deal with even that much anymore.
“I just need something between me and the couch down, uh, there.”
“Ah, you mean your penis? You don’t want it rubbing against the couch?”
“You could say that.”
“Well here,” I said moving off him again, “just pull the whole towel underneath you and we can fold up over you whatever’s left if you want.”
He did and centered the towel underneath him.
I daintily folded the sides up and the towel was just big enough to slightly overlap where the ends met at the crack of his ass.
“There! Perfect!” I said as I patted him on the butt.
I now centered myself slightly below his butt and began massaging his back up to his shoulders and he began to relax and loosen back up.
The whole sweat pants ordeal had tightened him up again.
Every time I made it down to the small of his back, I ever so slightly edged the towel apart until the right side slipped off completely and hung off the open side of the couch.
Zach didn’t even flinch, so I left it there.
The other side was now just barely covering up his other cheek.
I slowly went back up to his shoulders and then back down again, but this time I didn’t stop at the small of his back but instead kept on going and started firmly massaging his exposed butt like it was something I did every day.
He must have expected that I’d do that because he didn’t move or react at all.
I massaged his butt for a few moments and then returned to going up and down his back again.
Now each time I massaged his butt on the way down.
I even slid myself back down his legs so I could massage his upper thighs.
Now that I was lower, I had to completely lie on top of him so that I could still reach his shoulders and then I would push myself back up to a sitting position the further down his back I got and lingered languorously on his lusciously firm ass.
I heard my mom chuckle behind me before she said, “When Amber gives a massage, she doesn’t do a half-assed job does she?”
I didn’t act like I was doing anything out of the ordinary, but felt like I should have some sort of witty reply.
“The gluteus maximus,” I began, “is a very important muscle. If it is strained or pulled, it can cause all sorts of discomfort and distress to the owner.”
“Really now,” she laughed again, “you know Zach, you should be super appreciative of your sister right now. I bet there aren’t very many girls out there this willing to massage their own brother’s butt.”
“Well, it was her idea,” Zach responded helplessly as if he couldn’t have stopped me if he wanted to.
“It might be a different matter if he didn’t keep himself so clean.” I spread his cheeks apart and said, “See! No poopy in the butt-butt!”
“HEY!” Zach reeled and bucked trying to get one of his hands back to stop me from doing that.
I was a happy camper all throughout dinner while I thought about how I was going to be touching my brother after we were done eating.
I don’t remember any of the idle talk because all I could think about were more naughty things and continued to keep myself wet the entire time.
After dinner, I quickly helped mom clean up and put away the leftovers, which there wasn’t much of.
I had about the equivalent of half a chicken breast, mom took some of the dark meat, and pretty much the rest of the chicken was consumed by my ravenous brother.
He had definitely worked up a considerable appetite at the gym.
Well, I had worked up a considerable appetite for him while he was at the gym, but you know that part already.
“Alright sport,” which was a nickname I used for him pretty often, “we need to work out some of those kinks.” I stood and stretched and cracked my knuckles in preparation.
I thought he was just going to be sitting in the dining room chair, but he had gotten up and pushed it into place.
“Where’re you going?” I asked.
“You’re serious about the massage?”
“Of course I am.” I was a little taken aback. Why would I lie or kid him about something like that?
“Oh, cool. Sorry, I guess my mind has been elsewhere. Uh…should I lie down on the couch?”
“That’s a good idea. I can get your whole back that way.”
He went into the living room with me close behind him.
Mom remained back in the kitchen, still putting dishes in the dishwasher.
He was wearing a light gray t-shirt and dark gray sweat pants.
He was about to lie down on the couch on his stomach before I stopped him.
“Wait…take off your shirt.”
He looked like he was about to say something but didn’t.
He did a brief shrug then took off his shirt and tossed it over onto the recliner.
You might remember the recliner—it’s the same one that was his home for six weeks straight about two years ago.
Now shirtless, he proceeded to lie face down on the couch without me stopping him this time.
I immediately climbed on top of him and straddled his butt before resting comfortably in a position that allowed for me to easily massage both of his shoulders and for me to be able to put my weight into it a little.
I’m not exactly in the best shape per se, but I can do a good twenty push-ups in gym without collapsing.
I wouldn’t mind having a little more weight in the boob department though.
I started out massaging him slow and firm and then upped the stakes by really getting into it.
I got into a massaging rhythm almost like I was doing CPR on his shoulders.
While doing that, I was grinding my hips into his butt bone and stimulating myself a little in the process.
Oh how I wished he was turned over and I was riding his bronco like a lusty cowgirl.
Instead of riding his juicy cock, I was dry humping his coccyx.
In all actuality, I was rubbing against his tight ass with my inner thighs and I certainly wasn’t anything close to being dry.
“Oh Amber, that feels so good,” he said as he moaned appreciatively.
My dear Zach, all I’d have to do is close my eyes and I’m sure I could make myself cum doing this if he only kept saying things more things just like that.
I couldn’t just stick to his shoulders though.
In order for me to not lose my balance, I would also massage down to his lower back which would enable me to reposition myself on his butt.
I wouldn’t be sliding around so much if he didn’t have these darn sweat pants on.
Yeah, I’m just gonna have to take those off too.
Without warning him or saying anything, I pulled myself back and slightly off of him, and I grabbed his sweat pants and quickly began to pull them off.
“Whoa! Amber! I’m not…”
Before he could say it, I noticed that he indeed wasn’t wearing any underwear and I’d almost had them down to his knees before he was able to reach down and grab the front of them which hadn’t gotten as far due to them being under him.
“…wearing any underwear!” He said the last part loud enough for only me to hear.
I tried to quickly cover my delight and said as if it didn’t mean anything, “So?”
“So? I can’t be lying naked on the couch underneath my sister!” He was trying to pull his sweats back on but I wasn’t making it easy for him to do that because I still had a tight grip on them.
“Don’t you want your butt massaged?” I said, trying to make it look like I had planned this when it was just a wonderful coincidence.
“Amber, if mom wasn’t home I just might be okay with it, but please…let me put at least the bottoms on okay?”
Oooh, so he’d be okay with some naked fun if mom wasn’t around?
I read much more into that that he probably meant, but I didn’t care.
I was too turned on at that moment to not jump to extremes.