When we came back home from our respective universities for break, you were insistent and adamant, poking and prodding to find out just what was wrong, swearing up and down you'd fix it and put a smile on my face, just like always, just like you do best. With a dismissive little laugh, I told you not to worry about it. It wasn't your problem. You're sweet, but you can't fix everything.

But you never one to give up so easily, were you?

After a few nights of pressing the issue and employing those pouty lips and fluttering eyelashes, you finally managed to wring the answer from me. I finally told you as simply as I could. “It's been a while since I had any fun and I'm kind of feeling pent up. I just need to get laid.”

I thought that adorable blush and bout of nervous giggling was the last I'd ever hear of this. You stammered out an apology and quickly excused yourself to your room. Of course, what I thought was the end was only a brief little respite. After all, you're persistent.

Later that night, I awoke to the rustling of the covers and felt your slender figure press close to mine beneath the sheets. Stirring from my sleep, I heard you whisper softly, "Hey, about what you said earlier... let me help?"

God, you're the best.

Push your older brother over the edge and put a smile on that face again. PM me if you'd like to hammer out the details of the scene, otherwise feel free free to jump right in.

Kinks I enjoy: Lingerie, teasing, handjobs, oral, barebacking, changing positions, and the brother/sister incest implied in the scene.

No bathroom stuff, no rimming, no blood, no animals. All roles are 18 .