Chapter 4

Posted: October 25, 2006 - 01:26:55 am

I woke up the next morning draped across my brother's chest, his arm loosely wrapped around me. As my brain started functioning, I thought back to last night. I shivered as I recalled how out of control I was. Thank goodness, Brian had enough self-restraint for both of us. It was scary that I had depended on a perpetually horny fifteen-year-old boy to control himself while I let myself go. I needed to get a grip and start acting responsibly or I was heading for disaster. I suddenly had no self-control when I was around my brother; I wondered if I would feel the same way around other guys. The thought that I might have hit a horny spurt in my life that the idol somehow enhanced actually brought me some comfort. At least, I reasoned, if other boys affected me the same way, it would show that my libido had increased, not that I was obsessed with Brian because of that damned idol. Buoyed with that thought, I yanked myself out of my brother's embrace and headed for the bathroom.

I took a long hot shower, trying to wash the traces of my wanton night off me. I had some seriously mixed emotions about last night's adventure with my brother. In my heart, I loved every minute of it, while my brain screamed how wrong it all was. After I dried myself off, I put on my glasses and observed myself critically in the mirror. My examination wasn't narcissistic, I was just checking to see if I had changed physically. I know it was dumb, but hell, as weird as I had been acting, I wouldn't have been that surprised if I'd grown another head. Okay, I admit that I was also studying myself to see just what Brian saw in me. I'm also willing to admit that what I saw didn't gag me.

I am five-eight and a fraction tall and I weigh one-eighteen. My boobs aren't huge, but they appear bigger because of my slenderish frame. My butt was shapely, thank goodness, and everyone says I have nice legs. I stay in reasonable shape playing tennis and jogging and I religiously spend thirty minutes, three days a week on the stair master. My mother does too, and I'm not about to let my mother have a better butt than me. Mom had a really nice ass for a middle-aged mother of two. Really though, as I said earlier, mostly I'm just the lucky recipient of some good genetic material.

I finished my inspection, pleased that at least I didn't look as sluttly as I'd been acting. I slipped on my robe and went into the room to get my clothes. Brian was awake sitting up in the bed when I went in. I felt that surge of desire that his nearness had been giving me since yesterday, as soon as I saw him all tousled headed and sleepy eyed. I intended to ignore him, and probably could have if he had even hinted about last night. Instead, he melted my heart and resolve with one sentence.

"Good morning Britney," he said. "Did you know I adore you?"

It took me a few seconds to find my voice. "Good morning Bro, I think you are pretty special too. You can have the bathroom while I get dressed."

He smiled and hopped out of bed, his morning erection straining against the front of his briefs. I tried to look anywhere but at his package, but my eyes kept darting back to it. His hard shaft made a tubular bulge that angled towards his left hip. My pussy spasmed reflexively and my mouth went dry. My nipples were puckered into hardened, almost painful knots under the rough terrycloth fabric of my robe. Thankfully, Brian made it to the bathroom and closed the door. When I heard the shower start, I stripped off my robe and quickly dressed. Fifteen minutes later, Brian exited the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist; I took his place in the bath, and finished blow-drying my hair while he dressed.

While we were waiting on my parents, I gave Brian my little prepared speech.

"Bri, last night was wonderful and I loved every minute of it, but we need to cool things off so I can think about all this. So give me some space for a while, Okay?"

I was relieved that Brian took my request without getting upset with me.

"Sure, Britney, you know I'm crazy about you and I'll do anything you want. Let me know if you feel I'm pushing you, and I'll back off immediately."

I just looked at him when he said that and nodded. I didn't trust myself to speak, because his obvious love and respect gave me a lump in my throat.

We finally made it to Disney that morning; we stayed all day and had a blast. Mom and dad were actually a lot of fun to be around; I felt really proud that they were my parents. Thankfully, they toned down all the touchy-feely stuff from last night, and just acted like two more or less normal people in love. Dad was even dressed nicely again in khaki cargo shorts and a cool palm tree covered aloha shirt. I started unconsciously imitating mom as the day progressed. When my parents weren't looking, I would lean on Brian when I didn't need to, and I was constantly finding reasons to touch him. It was intimate without being sexual, and it made me feel strangely content. Brian remained a perfect gentleman, even while he returned my little gestures.

After lunch, we went our separate ways. Brian and I headed off to some of the more exciting rides, while mom and dad just walked around. We were going to stay in touch via mom's and my cell phones. Dad didn't have his with him for once, and Brian never has his with him. I thought it outlandish that he refused to carry one when I absolutely couldn't live without mine. Brian had a phone that was on our family plan, but it stayed in a drawer in his desk most of the time. He was weird about talking on the house phone at home, too. I don't think I've ever heard him have a telephone conversation that lasted more than a couple of minutes.

Disney World was nice, but it was pretty limited as far as having much that appealed to teenagers. We did do Space Mountain and the Haunted Mansion, and Brian even dragged me to the Country Bear Jamboree. Music is another one of my brother's quirks. He likes country music for some unknown reason. Even my parents have more modern musical tastes than him. Yeah, I know, Iowa isn't the hippest place in the country, but we had MTV on cable and a couple of good college radio stations, so it wasn't as if country music was his only alternative. Yet, Brian had embraced the whole Four H Club, Iowa corn farmer lifestyle. Brian in most things marches to the beat of a different drummer. It's hard to believe he is as popular as he is, given all his idiosyncrasies.

Space Mountain was a blast, especially riding it with my brother. He sat me in the front seat of the little rocket shaped car and climbed in behind me. What really made the ride so much fun was that as soon as the car headed down the track, Brian snaked his hand around my seat and under my blouse. Before we were around the first curve, his hand was inside my bra, pinching my nipple. Then his other hand came around and rested on my thigh. I couldn't help myself from spreading my legs, as his agile fingers wormed under the leg band of my shorts.

Oh my gosh, was it ever exhilarating as we ricocheted down the track, my hands glued to the bar in front of me, his hands seeming to be everywhere at once. I moaned loudly when his finger started rubbing my clit through my panties. As the ride sped towards the bottom, I spiraled towards nirvana. I climaxed just before we arrived at the end of the ride. I was in a daze as Brian helped me from the car. I felt too good to be mad at him, but I was embarrassed, as I imagined that everyone in the dome knew I had just had a screaming orgasm. I glanced down to make sure I wasn't disheveled and sporting a wet spot. Brian gave me a boyish grin and took my arm, as I walked unsteadily towards the exit.

"I thought we were going to be good," I said accusingly. I tried to act stern, but a satisfied smile kept twitching the corner of my mouth upward.

"All you had to do was say stop, it was taking will power I didn't know I had to keep from grabbing you all morning," he said.

I didn't say anything else, but I did grab his arm and hang onto him the way mom had been doing with daddy. I couldn't help myself, as it just felt too perfect. At the Haunted Mansion, I extracted some measure of revenge. As the car wended its way through the darkened interior, I latched my lips on his and tried to strangle him with my tongue. While we kissed, I slowly stroked my hand up and down his bare thigh, never quite touching his prominent erection. When I saw the exit approaching, I gave his hard-on a quick squeeze, then broke away from him. He groaned in frustration as we came out into the light. The girl that helped us exit the car had a bird's eye view of his large penis straining against the front of his shorts. Her eyes widened at the sight, and she glanced up at me. I smiled demurely, pulled his arm over my shoulder, and wrapped mine around his waist as we walked away.

"You are a truly cunning and evil woman, Britney Wagner," he said.

"You know what they say, paybacks are a bitch. Don't you just love me?"

He stopped and spun me around until I was pressed flat up against him. I was looking up slightly into his big greenish-gray peepers, and my heart was doing summersaults in my chest.

"Yes, Britney, I just love you to death," he said.

We went back to the hotel around five, freshened up, changed clothes and went out to dinner. When we returned to the hotel at eight, our parents said they were going down to the lounge for a few drinks. Brian said he wanted to swim for a while, so I put on my suit and joined him. I was slightly disappointed when Brian opted for surfer type shorts instead of his Speedo. When we arrived at the pool, it was filled with good-looking teenagers of both sexes. I found out later that they were all there in answer to a casting call from Disney. Some of the guys were very cute, so I thought it might be a good time to test my theory about my exploding sexuality.

"Brian, I want you to act the part of my brother tonight. We both need to talk to other kids and cool this thing between us down. You know it might be our hormones raging as much as anything else, right?"

Brian looked at me seriously but nodded his agreement. "Sure Sis," he said. "One way or another, I guess we need to find out."

We had been at the pool fewer than five minutes, before we were included into the group. I think the other kids thought we were there for the same reason they were. Soon after that, one of the guys started putting the moves on me. I was flattered that he was paying me attention with so many hotties all around. I subtly let him know I was interested, just to see where it would lead. I found out that his name was Rich Caldwell, he was eighteen, and that he was from the small seaside town of Palmdale. He said Palmdale was about sixty miles from Orlando.

Rich's father ran the largest Ford dealership in the country, and his mother was a local television personality; he said he had a younger sister but she wasn't here with him. Rich was a good-looking guy, he was built like my brother, but he was about my height. He had dark blue eyes and blonde, beach boy hair. He was just coming off a supporting role in one of Disney's numerous teen television shows, and was at the casting call looking to break into the movies. Rich was very personable and easy to talk to, he also reminded me of Brian in that regard. Thinking of Brian just then caused me to turn around and search for him.

"Looking for someone?" Rich asked.

I nodded. "My little brother, he was swimming laps last time I looked."

"That's your little brother? I saw Amber Cohen swoop him up a few minutes ago. There they are, over by the hot tub," Rich said, pointing behind me.

I turned around and saw Brian with this gorgeous brunette in a tiny bikini. They were sitting together on a lounger, talking softly. Amber didn't appear to be wasting any time, because she was almost sitting in his lap and looking at him as if diamonds were falling out of his mouth. Amber was not only beautiful; she was built like a Playboy centerfold. She was so transparent as she artfully tossed her long black hair over her shoulder. I already hated her, and we hadn't even met. I turned back to Rich.

"How old is she? She looks kind of advanced for Brian," I said.

"She's our age I think, eighteen or nineteen. How old is your brother?"

"He just turned fifteen. I don't think he's ready for someone like her yet," I said, too worried about Brian to be flattered that Rich thought I was older.

Just to make sure that trollop didn't lead my brother astray, I took Rich's hand and we walked over to join them. After we all introduced ourselves to each other, Rich and I sat on a lounger facing them. It was obvious that Amber was annoyed with the interruption, but that didn't bother me a whit. The strumpet was lucky Rich was there or I'd have sent her packing. We hung out for another half hour, and called it a night at ten. I was the one annoyed when Amber asked Brian to walk her back to her room, but I didn't say anything. Rich walked me up to our room, so I guess it came out okay, anyway. I let him kiss me outside the door; he was a good kisser, next to Brian he was the best I ever had.

Unfortunately, his kisses didn't come close to setting me on fire like Brian's did. I had to force myself to kiss him back with any enthusiasm. We made out for a couple of minutes and I didn't jerk away when he caressed my butt through my bikini and beach wrap. I slipped inside the room before he could try anything else. I did, however, agree to meet him at the teen lounge in the Dolphin's basement the next evening at eight.

I was in my sleep shirt under the covers, when Brian came in ten minutes later. I was in a pissy mood because I was jealous as hell of Amber Cohen. I waited until Brian came out of the bathroom and slipped into bed before saying anything.

"Did you give Amber what she wanted?" I asked, unable to keep the hurt and anger out of my voice.

Brian did not act as I expected. He didn't get mad or defensive and he didn't gloat. Instead he put his arms around me and pulled me close.

"Listen, Brit. Amber Cohen is not woman enough to carry your dirty underwear to the cleaners. I talked to her because that's what you wanted. And I even kissed her for the same reason. I didn't enjoy either thing all that much. As for giving her what she wanted, and believe me she wanted it, not a chance. When I make love for the first time, it's going to be with someone I love and who loves me. And it's going to be with someone who is as smart as they are beautiful, someone who is as beautiful on the inside as they are on the outside. So far I've only met one woman who is all that."

What he said was about the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to me. I had to bite my tongue to keep from taking back what I'd said about seeing other people. Even though it made me crazy to see him with someone else, I thought that we needed to give my theory one more chance of succeeding. It was hard to think of him with someone else in his arms like I was right then, and it was equally as hard to imagine myself like this with anyone else. I mean I just finished making out with a handsome guy that I'd have probably drooled over a week ago and it did nothing for me. Yet, just being next to Brian was making me as wet as I had been on Space Mountain. Before I could respond to what he said, his lips came down on mine, and all thoughts of other people went out the window.

Brian's peppermint toothpaste flavored kiss sent tingles skittering up and down my body. This is what kisses should be like, I thought, as his tongue slipped into my mouth. The following ten minutes were the best make-out session of my life, and all we did was kiss. I was huffing like the Little Train That Could in seconds. I didn't know whether to bless or curse Brian for sticking to his promise of not pushing me into anything, because I desperately wanted to be at least nudged. I was disappointed when Brian stopped kissing me and rolled over onto his back with a groan, his hand on his crotch.

"Sorry, Sis, but if I don't go into the bathroom and take care of this, my balls are going to explode."

I nervously licked my lips. "Stay here and do it; I want to see it," I said huskily.

Brian looked at me in surprise but raised his hips and shucked down his briefs. His penis sprang into the air and slapped loudly against his stomach. I giggled as it bounced once and seemed to quiver in anticipation. Brian's was the first real adult penis I had ever seen hard, but I'd seen a few pornos, and his was as large as any of the men in the movies. It was also attractive in a manly way, with its pulsing shaft and plum sized crown. It was all I could do to keep from grabbing it to see if it felt as good as it looked. Brian broke me out of my trance.

"Help me out Brit, take off your shirt so I can look at you."

I sat up and yanked my sleep shirt over my head, tossing it in the direction his briefs flew. That he wanted to look at me while he masturbated made me deliriously happy. It was my body that would get him off, not Amber Cohen's. If he wanted to look at me, I decided that I'd really give him something to think about. I quickly straddled his upper thighs, placing one of my knees on either side of him. Then I reached up, cupped my breasts and tweaked both of my diamond hard nipples.

"Is this what you think about when you jack-off at home, you naughty boy?" I asked, my voice low and sexy.

"Yesss," he hissed.

As I watched his hand move up and down in a hypnotic rhythm, I slipped one of my hands into my panties and rolled my engorged clit under the tips of two fingers. I was more aroused than I could ever recall being.

"Let me touch it Brian," I whispered as I slowly rubbed myself.

He nodded and moved his hand. I reached forward and wrapped my long slender fingers around him. We both moaned as soon as I touched him. He felt as good as I had imagined. His shaft radiated heat, and I could actually feel it pulse in my hand. A thought suddenly bubbled to the surface of my mind... what would his hard shaft feel like thrusting deep inside me? For some reason, that thought didn't repel me as much as it would have a day ago.

"Oh God, Brit, that feels so good," he gasped.

"Yours is the first hard one I've ever seen, the first one I've ever touched. It feels smooth and warm and it's bigger than I thought it would be." I said.

I took my fingers out of my panties to wet them. Instead of putting my fingers in my mouth, for some reason I stuck them in Brian's. He moaned when he tasted me, his penis throbbed in my hand. Brian returned the favor by swiping his fingertip across the flared helmet of his member and painting my lips with his pre-ejaculate. I licked my lips as Brian watched me in fascination. The taste of him was sublime; it was ambrosia for my soul.

I took a firm grip of his stiff shaft and began stroking it. Brian gave a satisfied moan as I gradually increased my tempo. I had never jerked a guy off before but some instinct seemed to guide me. I must have been doing okay because it took only a few more strokes until he arched his back and shot a geyser of semen three feet in the air. The sight of him spurting like Old Faithful tipped me over the edge, and I had a tremendous orgasm of my own. I came so hard I fell forward and to the side still holding his spasming penis. My climax reached its apex when some of his hot jizz landed on my arm and breast.

Brian recovered first and dashed into the bathroom. While he was gone, I flicked a dollop of his semen onto my fingertip and tasted it. I almost climaxed again at the deliciously erotic taste of him. He returned a minute later with a warm washcloth and a hand towel. I was completely spent and could only lie there as he cleaned me up and tucked me under the covers. I had barely enough energy to wish him a good night before I fell into a blissful sleep wrapped in his arms, his hand gently cradling my breast, his body pressed tightly against my back.
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