11 comments/ 115642 views/ 18 favorites My Sister Brie By: brie20 *note: I had a request to write something like this... I'm sorry, it's pretty bad.. but I tried! I hope you like it. ____________ It was summer and my sister was coming home from school. She had been away for a while now. Normally her summers were spent back at her dorm where she worked at her part-time waitressing job. But this time she was coming home because she missed the family. She was always great like that. My sister Brie always treated me well. In fact, she treated everyone well. She was sweet, kind, caring, funny, intelligent, all rolled into one. It's because of this that makes me feel more guilty. You see ever since she's gone away for school I have been raiding her underwear drawer looking through her delicate panties. I would stroke my cock with them. I would wear them. I would picture my sister's sweet cunt moistening the fabric of an assortment of sexy panties. Even though she left for school, her underwear drawer at home was filled with the hottest selection of panties. I can only imagine what kind of delicates she has with her at school. After shooting my load into her red lace thong, or whatever panty it may be, a surge of guilt comes over me. This is my sister, Brie. She treats me so well and I can't believe I do this to her. But I just can't help it. She is just too incredibly hot. Brie was the sexiest girl I knew, the prettiest, the hottest. She had the nicest chest, the tightest ass, and beautiful long legs. Her smile would always make me melt. Her hair was sunshine gold. She was incredible. It just made me cum harder. We had picked her up at the airport, mom and dad and me, and went to a nice dinner at a nearby greek place. The food was good, everyone agreed, but all I could focus on was my sister. I hadn't seen her in a few years; we had communicated through e-mail and talked on the phone, but that was it. She looked amazing. Her hair was longer. Slightly, I think. It was done up in a simple but sexy ponytail. She draped the ponytail to the side, which dangled out in front of her shoulder, thinning to a tip resting on her left breast. Ahhh, her breast. Her chest was amazing. Brie always had a large rack which many guys admired and many girls envied. Tonight she was wearing a tight, off the shoulder top in white cotton, that seemed to flirt with her sexy cleavage, and fit snugly across her large busom. Just staring at her tits made my cock hard. We finished up dinner and headed home. It was already considerably late since Brie's flight arrived late, and my parents headed off to bed. Brie and I were up in her room unpacking. I was helping my older sister. "So how've you been tiger?" (she always called me that, it was a nickname from when we were little kids). "Have a girlfriend right now?" she asked, and flashed a pretty smile. I looked sheepishly away. Brie got the hint. "It's okay, tiger. keep lookin', you're just being picky! I saw a bunch of girls at dinner tonight checking you out! You just have to keep your eyes open!" and she gave me a pat on the arm, while continuing to take out dirty clothes from her suitcase. She was great like that. She knew I've never dated, but have always been supported and would always cheer me up. She was awesome. Her cell phone rang. Brie looked at the caller id, "Could you help me finish up with these dirty clothes while I go chat with Krissy for a bit?" I nodded. She smiled again and got off the bed, kissing me on the forehead before dashing out of the room to take the call. Her lips were so soft. It was only on the forehead but my jeans were tenting a bit already. Oh man. I continued to grab dirty clothes from her suitcase. Brie always left the last few days' laundry for home. Every visit she would just bring a stash of dirty clothes home and the washing machine would tumble non-stop for a few days. I opened a small compartment in her suitcase and grabbed the rest of the clothes out. It felt soft and thin. They were her underwear. They were dirty. My dick began to harden. I was nervous. I looked to the door and could hear my sister downstairs giggling on the phone. I looked at the stash I laid out on the bed. There was a black cotton thong. A pink cotton thong. A red lacey panty. And a couple of slinky boyshorts. I flipped them open and examined them. They felt damp and dirty. The crotch was marked with bits of crusted white honey. I couldn't resist and brought the pink thong to my nose. It was wonderful. The rich sweet scent of my sister's pussy. My dick was fully erect, pushing and aching against my jeans. I unzipped my pants and took them off. The door was wide open, but I didn't care. I put on Brie's black thong, feeling the softness of the cotton on my balls. My dick was too big for the small patch of fabric and stuck out to the side, fully erect. I kept smelling the pungent aroma of my sister's pink pussy and started to stroke my cock hard and fast. It felt extraordinary. My cock was oozing pre-cum dripping down my shaft and dropping onto the thong. I grabbed the red panties and wrapped it around my shaft, yanking harder. It felt so good. I could picture my cock being up close to Brie's pussy. The fabric that once encased her gorgeous wet slit was up against my balls. I jacked off harder, thinking about Brie looking at me. Thinking about Brie wearing these panties. I thought about Brie, her bright eyes looking up into mine as she was down on her knees in front of me, stroking my cock, and licking her lips. Her soft wet lips opening up and taking my cock in. Her tongue dancing all around the head of my dick, as her hands stroked the lace panties over my rock-hard cock. She would smile at me, enjoying it and moaning. Her saliva dripping down her chin. Pulling out momentarily to lick hungrily at my thong-encased balls. It was too much. I could feel my balls tightened and I shot ropes of cum into the panties. I lay down on the bed as jizz flowed from my cock onto her red lace panties, slowly soaking her black thong. I took the pink thong away from my face, taking in a breath of air. I can't believe I did this. I lay quietly on the bed trying to find myself again. I could still hear my sister downstairs on the phone. After a laying there a while, with the panties fully drenched, I got up and grabbed all the clothes, bringing them to the wash. I threw everything in at once, just wanting to wash all the cum away as quickly as possible. I went back to my room and re-dressed. I felt horrible. But I certainly had mixed feelings. Thinking about her panties, her sweet smell, her soft pussy, made my dick start to grow again. I can't believe I'm still thinking about her. "Tiger!" I was snapped back to reality when my sister appeared at the doorway to my room. "Hey, thanks for finishing up just now!" "No problem" I said weakly. "Okay!" Brie flashed another bubbly smile, "I'm going to take a shower and head to bed then. Good night!" She came over and gave me a hug. I could feel her large breasts against my chest. She was leaned over when she came to gave me a hug and I stared down her shirt. Her large globes dangled softly, I could see the tops of her nipples. She had no bra on. My dick was in tower-form. "Okay, good night" she said again and started to leave. Just before she left she knelt down at the door, lifting the doorstop that I had on my door. She always used to do that, so sweet of her. She would lift it, and close to door when she said good night to me. Two years later, she still remembered. As she bent down, her g-string peaked through the top of her tight low jeans. They were yellow. The strings seemed to lull my eyes and cock into staring at them. They formed a tight "V" at the back of her lower hip. Her ass, through the tight jeans was tight and hot too. My cock was oozing. Brie closed the door and left. That sight was just too hot, I had to pull out my dick and stroke it. I moaned out loud, thinking of her yellow string tight against her slit, sucking up all the juices to her moist pussy. Her nipples, her large nipples hard on her large tits. As I stroked my cock and thought of the wondrous sight I had just seen. A thought came to me: Brie was going to shower. She was going to take off that sheer yellow g-string. I remember that she always placed her pile of clothes near the doorway to the bathroom. I had to slip in to get them. I had to have the fresh feel of her panties. The crotch wet and damp and still warm from her pussy. I had to smell them. I had to feel the fabric on my cock. I pulled up my pants and walked out of my room, heading down the hallway towards my sister's room... (To be continued...)5 My Sister Brie Ch. 02 Note: this is the continuation of "My Sister Brie". It would help if you read that one first! Someone told me I keep saying my stories are bad at the beginning of them, so I'm sorry! I'll try not to anymore! Thanks for all the feedback I gotten! Hope you enjoy this one! After closing the door to my brother's room I headed back to my bedroom for the night. I was tired. Today was a long day indeed. With the plane ride, dinner and unpacking my body ached and the balls of my feet were killing me. I got into my room and closed the door. Kicking aside some books and papers, I walked over to the bed and dropped down on the soft covers. It felt so good against my tired body. I closed my eyes and let out a small "Mmmmmm". I lay there motionless for a while, putting off showering for this comforting ecstasy. I felt myself slowing dozing off. I needed to shower, I told myself. I could sleep later. With my eyes still closed, still lying down on my bed, I brought my hands to my waist and fidgeted with my belt. I loosened the white leather belt and tugged an end, unwrapping it from around my waist. I let out another soft sound. It was really comfortable just lying there on my duvet. My fingers unbuttoned my jeans and I lowered my zipper. My eyes asleep and my blonde hair sprayed messily to the side, abandoning the shape of the ponytail I had earlier. I brought my hands to the sides of hips and dug fingers down the sides of the jeans. I wiggled snake-style on the bed, as I took turns tugging down each side of my pants. They fit tightly against my hips, slowing shifting off my wide hips. I stopped for a while, feeling impenetrable resistance. I turned my head to the side, feeling the comforting softness against the side of my face. Then I lifted my bum off the bed and tugged my jeans past the curves of my ass, down past my knees. My ass fell back against the bed. My hands went back to my sides as I took a break. Jeans, half-off, I lay there. My yellow g-string snug against my pussy. It was a little damp, I don't know why. Just the sleepiness in me and the comfort of lying there brought a level of arousal within. The lacey strings wrapped softly around my hips, connecting at the back in a junction of string. The front was sheer and thin, it fit snug against me. The outlines of my lips forming the material softly. The soft hairs on my mound showing through the small front panel. I don't know why, but I put a hand on my tummy. As it touched my soft skin, my hand moved lower and found its way to the edge of my panties. It felt nice as my fingers danced circles at the top of the frilly lace. I had a smile on my face. My hand went lower, onto my delicate mound. The material was soft and my fingers glided lower, down to my lips. I felt the contours of the folds of my pussy. It actually surprised me that I was this aroused. It was damp, my lips were swollen. Had I opened my eyes and looked, I probably would've seen a sexy spot of wetness. My fingers moved up and down slowly along my slit, massaging the folds, massaging my panties into the wetness. I could smell myself: strong and delicate at the same time. Sexy. My g-string became moister with each stroke of my pussy. My breathing was more labored as I took longer and deep breaths. My eyes closed tightly, focusing on the stimuli down around my cunt. My other hand found the top of my panties and dived in underneath. With my long nails I caressed my hairs delicately. I loved the feeling, it felt very sensual. My right hand was moving faster against my slit. I was really wet. The hand inside my g-string moved lower and was slick with wetness once it got to my clit. I worked it up and down, sending shivers up my spine. I pushed my head back and my body shook. My nipples were hard, protruding roughly against the cotton shirt. I continued to massage my slit, working around my clit, each time I touched myself there I felt as if my body convulsed into an orgasm. My free hand came up and under my shirt, finding a breast. My palm pushed a breast as I grabbed and squeezed. My fingers going up and pulling on my hard nipple. My breathing was getting really hard now. I really wanted to cum. But I knew if I did I would cum hard. I was afraid my brother, who shared a wall with me, would hear me. I reasoned to myself, "There's another time for this, Brie". Slowly my hand stopped groping my breast. My nipples remained hard against my shirt. My other hand stopped against the slickness of my pussy and came up, resting on my abdomen. I was really wet. My g-string soaked through; the only dry regions were the laces on the sides and the back. I felt my wetness run down the crack of my ass. My covers would probably smell like pussy, I thought. I lay there for a while, enjoying the slow departure from heaven's touch. I opened my eyes and smiled. Sitting back up, I felt the covers damp with my wetness. I slid off the end of the bed and kicked my jeans off. I looked down at my pussy: completely soaked. As if my sheer undies weren't transparent enough, they were now completely see-through and firmly tight against my mound. It looked as if I was just wearing a few lace strings around my hips. What an erotic sight. I peeled the panties off my pussy and stepped out of them. I threw them into the corner of the room and lifted my shirt over me. My nipples were still hard. I looked into the mirror, admiring my breasts as I lifted my arms high to undo my hair tie. I ran my hands down the sides of my breasts and gave them a soft squeeze. Mmmmmmmm. I grabbed a towel and entered my bathroom. **** With my cock still hard, I walked over to my sister Brie's bedroom. I leaned against the door and listened carefully. I could hear the shower running. I took a deep breath and turned the knob slowly, peering into the room. The room was lit from a lamp on the night end table. I could hear the shower loudly and the steam from the shower was seeping into the room. The door to the shower was open a crack, possibly so it wouldn't get too hot inside. I was in my sister's room. She was just behind that door, lathering her tits with soap. Fingering her pussy to clean it. The thought wouldn't stop invading my mind. My cock was raging hard. It strained against my pants. I stepped in and closed the door softly. "Okay, I'll just come get the panties and leave", I reasoned with myself. I looked around the room. The yellow lacey g-string was lying in the corner of the room, on the ground. It stood out immediately. I walked up to it and picked it up. I was soaking wet. My cock spurted pre-cum. "Oh my God!" I thought to myself. I could smell her scent from the panties. It was so strong; I swore mom and dad could probably smell it in their sleep. I brought the inside panel to my nose and inhaled the damp smell. "Oh God!!" I thought. I would not be surprised had I shot my load right there. It was so wet. The panties slick with juices, and it was so warm. She had just worn these! She had to have masturbated! She had to! They were oozing with her pussy juice. I opened up the panel and licked and sucked the g-string. Mmmmmm, it tasted divine! I whipped off my pants and started to stroke my cock. Oh my I knew I could cum any second here. It was delicious. I kept thinking that just a moment ago; my sister was fingering herself, getting herself so wet in these very panties. I had to feel them against my cock. I took the yellow g-string and put them on. The wetness wrapped itself against my balls. My cock stuck out by a mile, as I continued to stroke it hard. It genuinely felt as though I was fucking my sister. Her pussy wet and slick against my cock. I was thrusting rapidly into her. Oooh, and my hands go up to grab her huge tits. Her tits. I had to see them. I walked slowly over to the door to the bathroom. The shower was still going. I thought I could peer just a little, she wouldn't be able to tell. Pushing the door slightly more open, I felt the hot steam against my face. Brie's g-string tight around my cock, my hand was still stroking it as I stuck half of myself inside the washroom. With all the steam in the air, it was difficult to see clearly, but I could hear the shower loudly, the water pounding against her body. I stood for a while, pre-cum oozing down my cock and blending into the juices of the panties. I began to be able to make out the figure of my sister in the shower. The shower curtain was transparent. That I knew, but the amount of steam in the room was making the viewing difficult. I stared longer and could make finally make out some skin. Her hair, slick and wet, down draping over her large breasts. Her nipples big and hard, water running over the nubs, dripping off her breasts. Her patch of hair on her pussy. Dark and damp, matted against her mound. She was bent over slightly. I couldn't really understand why. Bent over forward, the showerhead attached to the wall, was in the opposite direction as she. Then I saw why. Her hands roaming her backside and between her legs. She was cleaning her pussy. Cleaning her asshole. Or was she fingering herself? I didn't know and I didn't really care about the difference. I felt my balls tighten. I tried to turn and leave quickly, but I came too quickly. I shot my load hard, cum squirting off in all directions. Globs falling and drenching her panties. Ropes of cum shooting off the door and onto the floor. I went out to her room and lay down on the bed. My cock still pumping out jizz. The thick cum rolling down my shaft onto Brie's panties. It felt so good cumming with her panties on. It's like cumming inside of her. Inside of my sister. God, it was good. I sat up and took off the g-string. It was soaked, now with both of our fluids. I looked at the door and the floor. Grabbing my pants from the floor I quickly mopped up the evidence and dressed myself. I took the g-string and placed it back where I found it. It was filled with my cum, but I didn't care if it was obvious. Even though I had just cum, I felt the urge for more. For more of my sister. I walked over to her dresser and opened the drawer. Inside were her delicates. I chose a pink cotton panty and took it out. It smelled fresh in comparison to the one I just fucked. I opened it up and studied the crotch, the panty look used and old, the material fading a bit in color at the crotch. That was sexy; my sister's pussy had rubbed against this one numerous times. My cock was hard already. I grabbed the panties and left Brie's room, walking back to fuck another pair of my sister's panties.