Mornings

I'm still pretty buzzed; that's what I get for drinking and then staying up all night. Trying to work my internal clock back around to normal people time after being out late every night is tough, and I probably don't make it any easier on myself by drinking vodka and fucking around with my guitar all night long. I could have been doing something productive, but instead I got drunk and tried to figure out the chords to "Only You," which is surprisingly difficult. I'm such a terrible musician.

Anyway, before I went off on that tangent, I was going to talk about how I'm usually only up early in the morning when Dad goes to work if I stayed up the night before. This happens irregularly. But today was one of those days.

Now there is nothing better than waking up feeling that dream you were having about your lovely daughter giving you head slowly transform into reality, or so my Daddy tells me. As I don't have a daughter or anything to get head with, I'll take his word for it. The few times I dreamed my brother was fucking me and then woke up and found out that it was true were surprising.

You have to understand that my brother is a joker, and he picks on me the most. And my entire family have always been horny devils, my brother being no exception. He somehow didn't get enough what with two of his three sisters and his mom all willing to have him basically whenever he wanted (we spoiled him rotten that way the first few years), and he used to jack off quite regularly too. I masturbate quite a bit myself, and honestly, he couldn't have had us ANY time he wanted (although that first year, close to it), so he needed some release.

But for whatever reason (maybe we're closest, or maybe Sheri told him in no uncertain terms that he should cut it out) he seemed to view me as his cumrag for the longest time. He would be beating off to a porno in his room (he got his own room too, while the three sisters had to share one) and he'd get close and if he thought I was in the house he'd just yell, "Lexi, I need you!" After the first time I didn't show up and he went into my room and left me a spunk surprise on my pillow, I generally just dropped what I was doing and came a-running.

I mean, I got off on it too, and it wasn't mean-spirited, and he really didn't do it that often. But he'd hold off until I arrived, breathless, at the door, then he'd grin and just point at his cock expectantly. Eventually he didn't even have to point; I'd just kneel and open my mouth. I always swallowed like a good girl, like I was taught.

But what was worse was when he wouldn't call me, he'd just get a hankering, track me down, sneak up behind me, and grab me and aim for penetration. For a few years I was taller than he was so it was harder for him to pull that off, but eventually he shot up too (my whole family are tall) and it got so I could never be safe from the Stealth Fucker.

We go around nude a lot in the house, if we don't expect guests, just keep a few robes by the door in case of surprises. Our foyer pretty much gives us enough warning. But when I'd come home from school, Mike would sometimes be there waiting behind the door. And it was weird, but it usually seemed to happen when I hadn't worn panties that day (maybe he's some kind of panty psychic). He'd wait until I got through the door and then make his move.

Usually he came up from behind me with his cock already out, lifted the back of my skirt, and just pulled me down. We'd end up fucking like rabbits without even shutting the door to the house, me leaning against the doorjamb and Mike behind me. The tension of the school day usually led to some very fast, very hard fucking, but neither of us was interested in playing around after a hard day in class.

Sometimes he came quickly, obviously because he'd been so pent up at school. Like the joker that he is he would then pull out, give me a slap on the ass, and walk away, leaving me hanging. But often enough he must have had some action before me, or he was simply more in control, and he'd fuck me from behind until my legs gave out, then flip me over on the ground, pull up the other side of the skirt, and get between my legs. I imagine that the neighbors must have seen this at least once, but I've never heard a peep.

So anyway, getting back to what brought this up (I'm a chatty drunk, aren't I) at night before he went to sleep, Mike would nearly always jack off once more. Then he'd come over to our room looking for a happy ending. Sometimes Sheri would be up, and she would take pity on me and suck Mike off, and sometimes I was feeling frisky too, and instead of sucking him I would let him climb into bed with me and we'd spoon and he'd fuck me quietly so as not to disturb anyone. I'd usually read while he did it, then when he finally got off I'd sleep on cumstained sheets with a load dripping out of my pussy. In my house, all the sheets are white so we can bleach them to get out the stains.

Oh, and I forgot part of the story. Two parts, really. Mike also liked to ambush my ass. It was less of an ambush then, because he had to be a little more concerned and he couldn't just jam it in, but he went through a period of a year or so, shortly after he discovered anal sex, where he didn't want to do anything except cum in my ass. The summer of that year, when we were home most of the time, we spent nearly all our time together, and he would randomly say, "Lexi, I need to cum," and I'd just get on my hands and knees and let him have my ass. He carried a bottle of lube on a string around his neck, I swear. I'll have to tell more about that summer later.

And he keeps ambushing me, even to this day. I fully expect the way I'll learn he's coming to visit is that I'll walk through the door one day and he'll already be inside me. It is so fucking hot, I hope I'm not sounding like I'm complaining, because I love it. I wouldn't let him get away with it if I didn't love it too. Well, I usually love it; the night of a school dance (I said senior prom here and I have no idea why; memory fault I guess since I never went to prom) when I was all set to go out the door, in my dress and all, and he snuck up on me and filled my pussy full of cum, I would have killed him if my date hadn't shown up. As it was, I had to spend the whole evening leaking cum into my panties. I wonder if I left a drip trail. But when it came time for the traditional after-prom fuck, I was ready to go. My date didn't even have to ask. Maybe I'll tell about that later too.

Anyway, sometimes my brother would be up later than everyone else and he'd sneak into the girls' room while we were asleep. Usually he'd wake me up (I've always been a night owl anyway) and we'd have our fun. But a few times I guess I didn't want to wake up, and I woke up to find him fucking me. It was, as I said all those paragraphs ago, surprising, to say the least.

Shit, this post is getting too long. I'll start a new one to talk about what I actually wanted to talk about.