A Great 'Big' Sis (with how_is_you)

"Fuck," Kyle moaned softly as he slid a second finger inside himself. With his other hand he pushed his mop of floppy black hair out of his eyes and closed them as he leaned his head back. He couldn't stop thinking about her. She had been back home for barely a few hours, and already he had hidden away in his room and worked himself into a frenzy.

He had always been close with his big sister. He couldn't remember a time when they weren't the best of friends, laughing and playing along together. But then she had started to grow up, and start off her life at college and beyond. His own bout of puberty came not long after, and that was when he started really noticing how his sister looked. And with the cravings and raging hormones of teenage boyhood, he had come to develop very lustful feelings towards her. There was no point in denying it at this point. At first he had been able to control it. But then he found himself peeking through the bathroom door any time he was fortunate to find it open while she was showering. He remembered the first time he caught sight of her perfect form through the misty glass, and how he couldn't look away as he rubbed himself off through his trousers. Being a boy with his special...anatomy (and not just a plain, slim, not particularly muscular body), it was pretty much impossible to find any normal girl who wouldn't be repulsed by him. But when he saw the shadow of the length between his sister's legs...

Since then it had only gotten worse. Anytime Kyle saw his sister in a towel, bikini, or other similar states of little dress, his eyes would always be drawn to her bulge. For a while it was fine, and he could ignore it while they were together and be as close as ever. Lately, however, he had always found some excuse to leave whatever room she was in, all so he could hide away and masturbate to the glorious, imaginary image he had of her wearing nothing at all.

That, and the memories, was what he was rubbing his clit to right now. His sister hadn't been wearing anything particularly sexy when she had come home after a few months, and yet the slightest hint of her bulge had had him almost running up the stairs like a shot from a cannon. She'd probably realised something was up by now, but at the moment, Kyle didn't care.

He only cared about imagining his sister's cock sliding into him as he rubbed his fingers up against the inside of his pussy and came with a low moan of her name, cut off as he bit down on his pillow so he wouldn't scream.

When his climax died down, he lay there panting for a few moments before drawing himself up and starting to get re-dressed. Just make it through the rest of the day, he told himself. You can do that. Come on, she's your sister. You can't keep running off just because she breathes in your direction.

If she ever found out how he felt, he wouldn't know what to say. But it would never happen, Kyle knew, so he'd do his best to get over his frustration on his own.

Jessie slightly as she sat on the couch in the living room, alone. She had invited her younger brother over to her home while she was back from college for summer break, and the first thing he did was dart to his personal room when she arrived? Understandably, this concerned the twenty-five year old, having such a familial instinct of something being wrong with him, like he was sick and didn't want her to get sick as well. She flipped absentmindedly through the boring TV channels, her feet up on the coffee table, crossed gently one over the other. Her arm fell to her side in defeat as she remained on ESPN, watching them finally cover some e-sports for once. She herself had always been a gamer, particularly into fighting games, and it was nice to see Street Fighter on something other than her computer screen for once. Here, there was production value, there was interviews and good commentary, the whole nine yards, similar to what a football game would get on this channel...

Sighing, she realized her thoughts had gone on that tangent in an attempt to get her brother running off banished from her mind.

The older woman leaned back into the couch in thought. She was wearing a black women's tee with no logos on it, as well as a pair of dark blue skinny jeans. They got...uncomfortable from time to time because of the extra stuff down south that she was packing (which, at the moment, was slowly pulsing to life for whatever reason, causing her hand to shoot down and adjust it to be more comfortable). She had a good pair of C cup breasts, and a nice, slim figure that had hints of an hourglass shape due to the stress of the finals that had just passed her by not too long ago, causing a slight lapse of judgement for what she was eating. Her hair, like her brother's own mop, was colored black, but unlike her younger sibling's, it was groomed well, with her brushing it daily and such. It reached down to her lower back, and right now, it was being pressed into the couch as she slumped into it.

Maybe...maybe there was a deeper issue with her brother that was so buried underneath issues he had in the past with her for whatever reason that was causing his fleeing. Raising an eyebrow in a pondering nature, she sat up straight and reached into her bag, retrieving the book on hypnotism that she had bought from the book store in the airport. She tapped her finger on it, having read it cover to cover already and retaining most of the information, as she usually did with literature. Maybe she could...hypnotize her brother...yeah...

Now she just had to hope Kyle would be into the idea at all.