Off-Limits

*LOUDER FOR THE BACK*

This is a work of FICTION. Just pushing my own boundaries a bit by publishing this kind of story. Enjoy!

My brother and I were never close. He's four years older than me, so most of the time he treated me like I was a pain in the ass. Which I usually was. I tended to follow him around, especially when he had friends over, and basically did my best to be as obnoxious as ever. And because he was older, he was able to go out on dates and stay up later, which was just not fair in my mind.

I turned eighteen when I was a senior in high school, and one night my brother was home visiting from college. My parents were out and we had strict instructions to have no visitors, even though we were both technically adults, because it was "their house" after all. So I came home after work and decided to rummage around in the freezer in the basement for some ice cream.

I walked into the basement den when I realized my brother was down there with a girl. I should have just left or walked louder so he heard me. But I didn't. I figured I'd try to catch him in the act, maybe get some ammo for the next time he tried to get me in trouble with our parents.

I peeked around the corner, careful to be quiet. Turned out I had nothing to worry about. He was shirtless and in his boxers and the girl was naked except for her socks. I was amazed. I'd read a sex-ed book at school and my friends and I had looked up some information on the internet, but I'd never imagined just what a penis looked like. I watched as the girl touched his penis, and it grew bigger and bigger. She kissed it and licked it, which struck me as just weird, but he obviously liked it. He made noises and she kept licking and putting it in her mouth.

Then he turned her onto her back and pulled off his boxers. He got in between her legs and put his penis in her vagina. I was expecting to be grossed out, but it made my own crotch feel funny. I watched and listened as they moved together. I touched myself and noticed how good it felt. When they were done, I ran upstairs and locked myself in my room until I could figure out what to do. In the end, I never said anything, but I thought about it a lot.

A month or so later, I had my first real date. I'd never been a popular person but it didn't bother me. For whatever reason, dating hadn't appealed to me either. But, I remembered how happy my brother had looked when he had that girl over, so I took it upon myself to try out some of what I'd seen my brother do. So, I took my date's pants down and touched, licked, and sucked his penis. I was rewarded with a fist in my hair, holding my head in place, and a mouthful of hot, sticky liquid. I spat it out as soon as I could.

All in all, I was not impressed. It didn't feel like I imagined it would. When he wanted to have sex, I said no. Something was missing.

I went to prom. I graduated. Still no sex. My friends thought I was weird. I thought I was weird. I went off to my first semester of college. I came home for Christmas break and my brother was home. He still treated me like a pain in the ass.

On New Year's Eve, our parents went out. He went out. I stayed home.

He came home a little before midnight, looking grumpy. I talked to him for a bit before I realized he was drunk. I went back up to my room. I must have fallen asleep. At some point, I woke up and went to the bathroom, and heard him inside. I was going to just wait but I knelt down and looked in the key hole, wondering what I would see.

He was pulling his pants up and fastening his belt. I missed my chance to see it again. I looked for another second or so and he pulled open the door, catching me red-handed. I was so embarrassed.

We stared at each other. I licked my lips. He licked his.

"Sis, what in the hell are you doing?"

"I was just... I was... I had to pee."

"On the floor?"

"No, not on the floor!"

"Why were you looking?"

"I don't know. Curiosity, I guess."

"What are you curious about?"

"Honestly?" I took a deep breath. He was drunk. He wouldn't remember. "I was curious about your penis..."

"My penis?" His voice was surprised and he smiled. "My PENIS? No one calls it a penis."

"What is it, then?"

"Well, mine is a cock."

"Then I guess I was curious about your cock."

"What about it?"

"I saw you once. You put it in a girl's mouth. And then her vagina."

"You mean her pussy."

"Sure. Yeah you put your cock in her pussy."

"So?"

"It looked like it felt good."

"Of course it feels good. Jesus, Sis, you'd think you'd never fucked before."

"I haven't."

"Seriously?" His eyebrow was up. He was amazed.

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"I don't know. I guess I never found a cock I liked."

"Did you like mine?"

I nodded.

"Do you want to see it again?"

Did I want to see his cock? I did. But that was just weird, right? He just waited for me to answer. He was always much more patient than I was. He did sway a bit, reminding me that he was drunk and wouldn't remember any of this.

"Yes, I do want to see your cock."

He grinned and undid his button. He lowered his fly and slid his pants down. He wasn't even wearing boxers. It wasn't hard, but it wasn't soft either. Back in high school, my friends referred to this state as a "semi."

He looked down at me and grabbed his cock, rubbing it up and down. It grew bigger and bigger as he played with it.

I was still sitting on the floor and my vagina, or my pussy, was feeling funny all over again. Now, I recognized it as arousal. I had to shift my weight and felt the top of my thighs and how wet they were. I hadn't worn panties to bed, I never did. Now I wished I had. When I stood up, he might see it. And I didn't want to risk that.

He stopped tugging on it and looked down at me. "So? Do you like it?"

"Yes," I said. "I do."

He laughed. I blushed.

"Why are you laughing?" I demanded.

"I'm sorry, Sis," he said. "You just look funny sitting there like a little kid staring up at me and my junk."

He stopped laughing and walked closer to me. He put his hand on the side of my head and tilted it so he could look at me more closely. I tried to turn away but he held me still.

"Look, I'm sorry. I really am. Don't be mad at me."

I shrugged. "Fine. I'm not mad."

He leaned down and kissed the top of my head. His cock was only inches away from me. I wanted to open my mouth and pull it in, but I didn't let myself do that.

He backed up and took hold of it again. "Do you still like it?"

I laughed. I couldn't help it. "Yes, I still like it."

"Do you want to watch me?"

"I am watching you."

"I mean, do you want to watch me cum?"

Cum. I'd read "Fifty Shades." I wasn't a total moron about the idea of sex. And I'd had it shot down my throat before. I still felt nauseated whenever I thought about it.

"I don't like it down my throat," I said.

"Um, no, I was going to just... Well, I guess you would call it masturbate."

He was blushing now.

"Oh. Well... Okay."

He started rubbing it faster and faster. He held himself up with one hand against the door jamb and closed his eyes. He rocked back and forth and started making grunting noises. His breath sped up and he started to pant.

My thighs were now very wet. I reached down and touched my pussy. I slid my fingers in just an inch or so then rubbed my clitoris. I rubbed it in time to his movements.

He gasped and let out a low moan. His cock pumped out his come. Most of it fell to the ground, but one particularly strong jet of it landed in my hair. And I didn't care.

I rubbed myself and gave my clitoris a little squeeze. I started to pant, too. I came hard. My thighs were more wet than ever.

We both took slow, deep breaths. He looked at me in silence. Finally he said, "I need to go to bed. I... I didn't mean... I mean, I'm sorry that I..."

I cut him off. "Don't be sorry. I liked it. I liked watching you play with your cock."

"And I liked watching you play with your pussy."

"Maybe..."

"Maybe what?" he said, his voice low and husky.

"Maybe we can... Do it again?"

"Maybe," he said. He swayed again and I remembered that he was drunk. He would have no memory of this.

He pulled up his pants and walked away, back to his own room. I went into the bathroom and stared at my reflection. The little bit of come was shiny in my hair. I slid my hand down and pulled most of it off. I used the toilet and used the hand towel to wipe up the mess on the floor.

I went back to bed and stared at the ceiling. I put my hand over my nose, smelling his come. I put it over my mouth and tasted it.

It was salty.

But it wasn't bad.

I fell asleep thinking about his cock. I was almost sad that he wouldn't remember our night.

Or would he?

*

My parents got up late the next morning. My father drank black coffee in a seemingly never-ending supply. My mother drank water. Both of them complained of headaches and stomach issues. I hung around for a while then got antsy. My dad and I didn't always get along and if he was already cranky, I didn't need to give him any more reasons to stay that way.

My brother's bedroom door was closed. He wasn't a morning person. Even at noon. I gathered up my wallet and phone and headed for the garage. I figured I'd be better off driving around rather than sitting home listening to daytime TV.

I got into my car and backed out. My brother was standing on the sidewalk, hand shading his eyes from the sun. I blushed, remembering the taste of him on my hand. He smiled sheepishly and gestured for me to open my window.

"Hey, Sis," he said, bending down. "Where are you going?"

"I don't know. I thought I might go to the mall or something. Just get out of the house for a while."

"Sounds good. Can I come? I'll treat you to a movie."

"Um, okay."

He got in the car and I had to force myself to look at the road. He said "come" and I was jelly again. I pulled out into traffic and we rode in silence.

"So are there any movies that you wanted to see?" he asked as I parked out in front of the cinema and food court.

"Not really. I don't usually go to the movies."

"Why not?"

"Too expensive."

He shook his head and sighed as he got out. "Jesus, Sis, how old ARE you? Don't you have any fun at all?"

"Yes," I said, not liking his tone at all.

He dropped it, and I was grateful. We walked into the mall and I followed him to the cinema. I looked at the posters, hoping something would pop out to me. He left me standing there and went to the ticket counter. He came back, two tickets in hand.

"Ready?"

"What movie are we watching?" I asked, trying to push away my annoyance at not being asked.

"I know how much you love romances..."

I groaned. "I HATE romances."

He laughed. "I know. Give me some credit. I got us tickets to one of those action and testosterone movies. You saw the commercial on TV. You looked interested."

I didn't remember any commercials, but he was probably right. I tended to zone out when the TV was on at night. He led me down the hallway and into a darkened theater. Neither of us bought popcorn or soda. There were a lot of empty seats. He headed right for the ones in the back row.

"Why are we all the way back here?"

"I don't like being too close."

The previews hadn't started yet. We were very early. There were a few trivia questions on the screen and we took turns answering them. A few more people came in, but no one sat anywhere near us.

The lights went down and we watched the trailers. The rest of the lights turned off, leaving us in the dark. I started feeling a little uncomfortable. Our elbows kept bumping into each other. At least we couldn't really see each other. My face felt like it was nearly purple.

The dialogue in the movie was ridiculous and the effects were mediocre. Some of the other people in the theater started chatting. I sighed and wished I'd just stayed home.

"What's up?" he asked, poking me with his elbow again.

"This movie basically sucks."

"You don't like it?"

"Not particularly."

He muttered something that sounded a lot like "spoilsport." A few more minutes went by and the hero and heroine of the movie started making out. It was a loud scene, lots of moaning and groaning. I straightened up again, thinking about the night before.

"Hey, uh, Sis, can I ask you something?"

"What?"

He rubbed his hand over his face and looked at me. "Last night..."

"What about it?"

"Did you um... I mean did I... Did you watch me jerk off?"

I blushed all over again. "Um... Yes, yes I did."

I couldn't lie even if I wanted to. He glanced around at the ceiling and walls. The actors on screen were getting into it. Big time. She pulled her sweater off, revealing a tiny, lacy bra. He picked her up and carried her to the table. My brother poked me again.

"So... You said that you'd never fucked anyone?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I never found anyone I wanted to have sex with."

We fell back into silence. The sex scene ended. But I could have sworn that something was touching my leg. I stared up at the screen, not willing to look down and see for myself. The hand got higher and higher, finally resting on my upper thigh.

"Hey," he whispered into my ear, his other hand touching my cheek. "Look at me."

I looked. His face was tender. He kept stroking my leg. I should have pulled away. But I couldn't. He leaned in and kissed my forehead, then my chin, then my cheek and leaned back.

I didn't say anything. I didn't back up. I just stared.

He leaned in again and whispered, "Tell me no."

I didn't. I shook my head. He smiled and put his hand on my cheek. He tilted his head the way he wanted it and leaned forward. He kissed my forehead, then the nose. Then he kissed my lips.

I didn't want to respond. But I did. I kissed him back, letting him slip his tongue between my teeth. He pulled himself over, even closer to me. Our tongues touched and we both sighed. We didn't break the kiss. His hand kept massaging my thigh. My hand traveled almost by itself and tangled into his hair.

The movie kept going. But I had absolutely no idea what was going on. We kissed and our hands wandered just enough to keep things interesting.

And that was how I made out with my brother.