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.

The next day while I was watching television downstairs in the living room, you sauntered over in your favorite pair of yoga pants and helped yourself to a seat in my lap. "I've been thinking about what you said," you murmured as you glanced back across your shoulder at my shocked expression. The moment we made eye contact was when I felt your hips start to move.

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 .