Around nine o’clock or so I sat up from my desk in the study and headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth, I was beat from studying since I had gott...n home, and was ready to sleep, I saw the door was open a bit and the light was on but, that was usual, I left lights on all of the time. I put my ear up to the door and listened, the shower wasn't on so I walked in without second guessing myself, I grabbed my toothbrush, and squeezed my Crest mint onto the brush, I looked into the mirror as I. She had on a short blue jean skirt, which showed off her legs, a loose fitting, off white tank top, no bra that I could tell, and some hoop earrings and pink leather bracelets. As I continued to look at her, it was obvious that she didn’t really expect to see anyone she knew, because whenever she saw me looking her way, she seemed to shy away, constantly looking down, adjusting her top and skirt, wanting to make sure she looked okay.At the time, I was probably more than twice her age, but even. Next day onwards I started noticing my brother in different way and not as a sister looks at her brother but how a sex starved woman looks at man. I would walk into his room after he comes out of his shower to see his body. I felt disgusted at this but I could not help it. I would finger myself late at night thinking about him and the feeling was driving me crazy and one fine day I decided to quench my lust. I planned to get fucked by my brother it was a Saturday evening both of us had offs the. ‘Did you put anything else in my head to go along with… the other?’ She asked, feeling a small rush of blood, pulse quickening as she awaited his answer, knowing it already. ‘Maybe, but answer a question for me first. And be honest.’ He said. ‘What is it?’ She asked, already knowing, blushing, equal parts shame and exhilaration in her heart, dueling. Her answer danced on her lips, awaiting freedom. ‘Did you enjoy yourself?’ He asked. He sat, looking at her, waiting. Expectant. Eyes, greedy for.