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Chloe dried her brunette hair quickly, looping the damp towel around

the long wet strands and tossing it back over her head. She grabbed

another towel and wrapped it around herself. As she brought it around

her back, she caught herself in the mirror in front of her. ”Well

hello,” she whispered to her image, smiling at herself. She held the

towel open and dropped her hip, posing for nobody. All those weeks in

the gym were starting to pay off, she thought to herself. She turned

from side to side. It was a good day when she admired the size of her

B-cups, which apparently this day was. They perked up just above the

smooth lines of her curvy stomach, which in turn led down to her long

legs, freshly shaven. She picked her leg up, bending it at the knee

like she was in a burlesque and admiring the shape of her round little

ass at the same time. Not perfect, she thought stubbornly, but close

enough for today. She smiled again and wrapped the towel around her

body.

“Gabe?” She opened the door, calling her brothers name as she peeked

around into the hallway. He was supposed to be gone, but she wasn’t

sure if he’d returned or not and she didn’t really want him seeing her

with only a towel on. She called his name again, stepping out into

the hallway with one dainty foot. Sensing the coast was clear, she

scampered quickly down towards her room.

Gabriel had only been home for a few days. He’d been away at college

since Chloe had been in high school and had just graduated, returning

home to spend some time with the family before moving out west. This

wasn’t his first time back, but his visits had seemed to be more and

more rare as time went on. Chloe didn’t mind. She’d always loved

Gabriel as a brother and they’d always gotten along growing up, but it

was kind of nice being the only child for a while. She hadn’t been

forced out of the house yet anyway, which was just fine as far as she

was concerned.

Closing her bedroom door behind her, she bent down to gather up her

sweaty gym clothes. She’d started making herself go to the gym after

breaking up with her boyfriend of one year a few months back. She was

glad for the change. His comments about her body had started out with

lighthearted teasing just a month or so into their relationship. It

hadn’t been too long after that the comments became more frequent and

more cruel. She’d accepted it, grown used to it, and her self-esteem

had taken a hit because of it. It wasn’t until she’d had a long talk

with a good girlfriend of hers that it suddenly hit her. She swiftly

ended it, realizing she deserved much better. She’d never felt so

liberated.

She let her towel drop to the ground at her feet and sat back on her

soft bed, right next to the orderly pile of clothes she’d set out for

herself. Why had she been with him so long? It was a question that

she still hadn’t answered satisfactorily. He’d been good at sex, that

was something. No, not good, amazing. He’d only been her second, but

he’d blown her away the first time they’d fucked and.. well, every

time after that as well. His appetite had been insatiable, perfectly

matching her own. That may have been the only thing they had in

common, she thought to herself.

Now it had been three months. Three months since she’d had anything

inside her that didn’t run on batteries. She laid back against the

soft covers, remembering the feeling of the hot shower against her

body, the gently pounding beat of the water teasing her nipples and

sliding over her soft breasts. She closed her eyes and slid her legs

together, loving the smoothness of her skin.

She raised her arms over the edge of the bed and stretched, a smile

creeping across her pale features. The fading light of the sun

entered through the window and crossed her body, warming her as she

stretched. She arched her back, grinding her round little ass against

the bed and twisting her legs together seductively. She needed it

now, she thought wantonly. Lowering her arms back to her sides, she

let her fingers slide down across her waists, her eyes still closed.

Chloe teased herself with her fingers, letting them dance across her

stomach and just under her breasts. She arched her back again in the

afternoon sunlight, her thighs squeezing together. She could feel her

hot wetness between her legs. She moved her hands up, lightly cupping

her breasts, allowing one finger of each hand to circle slowly around

her pert little nipples. She lifted her chin, arching her neck back

over the edge of the bed, loving the soft touches so close, so close.

With each circle, her fingers moved closer to her hard pink nipples.

She squeezed her thighs together tighter, loving the way her wet lips

slipped against each other, grinding her little clit beneath them.

“Fuck”, she thought, “way hornier than I thought”. She closed the

thumb and pointer finger of her left hand around her soft bud,

breathing out hard as she did. With her other hand, she left her

breast and took her time sliding down over her stomach and towards the

meeting of her creamy thighs. She’d taken the time to shave herself

smooth not only down her long legs, but also over the shivering mound

of sweetness she felt so vividly now. Quivering with anticipation,

she parted her legs slightly, sliding her feet up towards her ass and

bending at the knee. Slowly, slowly, her fingers crept over her skin,

two fingers stretching apart just as they reached the hood only barely

covering her little swollen clit. Running down each side of it, she

was surprised at her own wetness. ”Naughty, naughty,” she thought,

giggling to herself as jolts of electricity flew up her spine. She

curled her toes. Her fingers closed more tightly around her hard

nipple, pinching it as the first quiet moan escaped her thin lips.

Her fingertips slipped easily down on either side of the tight opening

of her sweet pussy. Her clit was throbbing between them, eager to be

teased and touched. She bit her lip as the side of one finger brushed

lightly against it, sending more waves through her body. She spread

her legs wider, opening herself to her fingers. Her whole hand now

was massaging her breast, her two fingers pinching her pink nipple

every few seconds, a little harder each time. Grinding her ass

against the bed, she let the tip of one finger hover over her tiny

opening, lightly tracing the edges of it, the other finger sliding

down over her clit, closer and closer. She sucked in air as she

finally felt her finger slip across her clit. Her wetness glistened

in the light, threatening to pool beneath her, ruining her sky blue

sheets.

Sliding three fingers over her soaking pussy, she let them slide over

her clit. Another moan escaped her and she arched her back, rubbing

them over herself again. Still squeezing her breast, she began to rub

her fingers over her clit again and again, moving them in a circle, a

little less gently with each pass. Her feet slid down away from her,

her knees lowering towards the surface of the bed as she spread her

legs, allowing herself more freedom of movement over her dripping

cunt.

Faster and faster, she rubbed herself, her mind not creating any

images or focusing on any one thought, her entire body concentrated

only on her fingers and the center of her wanton lust. She opened her

mouth again, moaning a little louder now.

Then, in a flash, she was up on her feet, gathering the damp towel

from the floor and hastily covering herself. ”Gabe?” She said

meekly, looking at the door in utter shock. She’d heard something,

she thought. Fuck, she knew she’d heard something. She tucked the

end of the towel into itself and opened the door to the hallway. She

flushed when she realized she hadn’t locked her door. What if someone

had walked in on her? Her parents were gone for the weekend and her

brother was supposed to be out for another few hours… but still, she

thought, that would’ve been the worst.

“Gabe?” she called again, louder this time. Now she’d have to check

the whole house to make sure she was alone before she could pick up

where she’d left off. She stepped quietly down the hallway on

barefeet, her eyes scanning through the open door of the guest room as

she passed it. It was only a split second before she stopped, looking

back for a double take.

Her brother had moved in to the guest room for the duration of his

visit and had left his laptop open on the huge queen bed. It took her

a few seconds and a few steps into the room before she realized what

she was looking at. She didn’t think Gabe had left in a hurry to go

out with his friends earlier, but apparently he was in enough of a

hurry that he’d neglected to lock his computer. There on the screen,

in high definition, were the images of whatever porn he’d been

headfirst into when he’d left. She took another step into the room,

covering her mouth with one hand to stifle her giggle. What an idiot,

she thought, door open and porn left out for anyone to see. It was a

good thing mom and dad were gone or this would’ve been way more

awkward than it already was. As she held her hand to her mouth, she

caught the scent of her wetness, and instantly felt a flood of heat.

She blushed again, embarrassed at her own behavior.

The image most prominently featured on her brother’s laptop just

happened to be of a girl in almost exactly the position she’d found

herself just a couple of minutes before. She could still feel her

clit pulsing against her lips as she stepped forward and leaned down

over her brother’s bed, slipping her fingers over the mouse.

Curiosity killed the cat, they said, or maybe just put her in an

embarrassing position in her brother’s room. Fuck it, she thought, he

wouldn’t be back for hours and she just wanted to see what his little

pervy mind was into.

Five images were already open, three of them with pale redheads bent

over, their fingers spreading their lips apart, looking over their

shoulders with quiet eagerness etched across their faces. Chloe

leaned in closer, clicking back to the folder the images had come

from. It was titled “redheads”, of course. All fairly normal, as far

as she could tell. She clicked back again, into the previous folder.

“School reports”. She laughed aloud this time, realizing that her own

porn folder, deep within her personal folder, she’d named, “Resume”,

to throw anyone using her computer off.

This folder was chock full of other folders, ranging from “Brunettes”

to “DP”. She leaned in closer, pushing the laptop back across the bed

and climbing up onto the mattress. She could feel her wetness

growing, her clit throbbing with eagerness to be touched again. New

porn was good porn, she thought filthily, laying down on her stomach

across her brother’s bed. She kicked her legs up in the air behind

her and began to browse.

It wasn’t but a minute later before she’d clicked through into images

of girls being fucked deeply from behind, men pulling their hair and

leaning in to whisper into their ears. Chloe closed her eyes, the

image freezing on her eyelids as she slid her free hand under her body

and moaned quietly. Her fingers slipped easily between her lips. She

opened her eyes again and felt her fingers move across her wet nub,

setting her quickly back into the same frenzied desire to be fucked

she’d felt in her room. She spread her thighs, lifting herself up

just enough to allow her fingers free reign of her hot little pussy.

She focused on the guy in the picture, what she could see of him

anyway. His cock was buried deep within the girl’s tight cunt, his

balls tantalizingly close to her little clit. His fingers were

wrapped through her long hair, pulling her head back as he buried his

thick cock inside her.

Chloe knew she was leaving a fresh spot of her wetness on her

brother’s sheets but figured it would dry long before he’d returned

home. She rubbed her clit eagerly, breathing deeply and loving the

way her smoothness made it so effortless.

She clicked back again into the main folder and stopped, seeing a

folder titled, “Me”. She hesitated for only a second before clicking

it, her mind not entirely allowing herself full control over her

thoughts. Her fingers stopped suddenly, hovering over her clit as the

images materialized in front of her. It was her brother. He was

standing in front of the bathroom mirror, his shirt off, revealing

tight abs and a strong, almost hairless chest. His boxers too, were

missing.

Chloe couldn’t help herself. Her fingers began to move

again unbidden as her gaze became fixed on Gabriel’s thick cock, all

seven inches of it.