When I came back home from university 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.

I've noticed the shy little smiles and lingering glances, the subtle shift in your wardrobe as you wear less and less around me. You were always affectionate, but now the hugs are constant. I can't watch television in the living room without you sitting in my lap, even when there's plenty of room on the couch. You've been asking for my thoughts on your outfits and new clothes, even things a big brother shouldn't see outside of a laundry basket.

As shameful as it is to say, I've been enjoying the attention.

Of course, you've noticed... and it's only made you bolder. Skirts have gotten shorter, I haven't seen you wear a bra in a week, and you keep “forgetting” things in my room to come back to get every night. I'm certain you've felt just how... tense things have gotten between us. Literally, whenever you make yourself cozy in my lap.

Imagine my surprise that fateful night when you whispered into my ear.

“Let me help you.”

God, you're the best.

Push your older brother over the edge and put a smile on that face again. How do you intend to make him finally cross the line? 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 obvious stuff implied in the scene.

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