My brother and I were sitting in the living room, and his attention was completely riveted on the screen. I lived in anticipation of the moment when he would pay attention to me, but this deliberate indifference irritated me. I wanted to see how strongly he would hold on if I stepped out of line a little. I slowly stood up, pretending to go for water, but as I passed him, I "stumbled" and lost my balance. My body fell gently onto his lap, my hips pressed against him, and my ass was right on his thighs.

His body immediately tensed, and I could feel it. His hands instinctively held me, but instead of just helping, the touch lingered. His fingers gripped my breasts confidently, a little harder than necessary. The surprise sent a wave of warmth through me, mixing with excitement and arousal.

His fingers slid in, pressing, studying every line. It was slow and deliberate, as if he wanted to memorize me by touch. My breathing became deeper, my chest rising and falling under his hands. I didn't try to stop him on the contrary, my body involuntarily pressed closer. His movements were insistent, but at the same time relaxed, as if he was just playing, but knew that he was touching me much deeper.

I stood up, feeling his hands slowly unclench. My skin still burned from his touch, and I could barely contain my smile. There was something obscenely attractive about this moment, and I knew that this incident would leave a sweet mark on our memory.