That night, as I lay in bed trying to get to sleep, I went through my earlier chats in my head. I tried to focus on Bobby, recalling his words and how they made me feel. My pussy grew warm, and I slid my hand down, deciding to give myself one last orgasm to help me sleep.
As my finger teased over my clit, I fantasized about what Bobby looked like. Despite his protestations, he couldn’t be ugly, not with all the girls he always said he was with. Of course, he could have been lying about them, but I knew in my heart he wasn’t. The way he talked about touching girls, I knew he was speaking from experience.
I wondered what his tongue would feel like on my clit, and what his cock would feel like pumping into me from behind as I kneeled on the bed with my ass in the air.
But as I thought about lying between his legs and sucking his cock, then looking up at him to watch his face as I blew him, it was my brother’s face looking back down at me. My eyes jerked open and my finger stopped in mid flick.
Fuck. Stop that. Focus on Bobby, not Brandon.
Taking a deep breath, I imagined Bobby lying between my legs, filling my pussy with long deep strokes, and my passion rose again. My finger picked up speed as my climax approached, my breath came in short bursts. But as my pleasure went over the edge, and my orgasm began to jolt through me, my imagination betrayed me, and it was Brandon’s face looking down as me as he joined me in climax.
I groaned as my body spasmed, thinking of Brandon in the room beside me, stroking his cock to my words, and I had to bite my pillow to keep from crying out. After the convulsions were over, I relaxed into a dreamlike state, my fantasies of Bobby and Brandon blending into a jumbled mess in my head.
The next morning, a private message was waiting in my inbox:
PuckMe› Hey sexy, I had a lot of fun with you last night. Guess what? I set up a place for us to meet. Do you know where the Wander Inn is? It’s a small motel out by the interstate. I rented a room for the evening, just for us. It’s Room 138, and I’ll be waiting for you at nine o’clock tonight. I won’t be able to get online today, so I’ll see you then. I’m hard for you already. Drew.
I grinned. My brother wasn’t wasting any time. This was going to be so good. I was going to teach him a lesson he would never forget. This would be the last time he would try to check up on me.
I waited around for a few minutes to see if Bobby would show up. I wanted to let him know what was going on with my brother so we could laugh about it together. Also, he had seemed jealous about my new friend, and I wanted to show him he was worried about nothing.
But he wasn’t around, and then I remembered he had told me that he had to visit his grandparents today, and wouldn’t be online. So I sent him a message.
RowdyGirl› bobby, need to talk to you. let me know when you get home.
Went I went downstairs, Mom was sitting at the kitchen table. I got my bowl and spoon, and sat beside her, filling the bowl with cereal and milk.
“Where’s Brandon?” I asked nonchalantly.
“He has a hockey tournament today. Didn’t he tell you?”
“Oh yeah that’s right. I forgot all about it.”
“He probably won’t be back till late this evening.”
Yeah, probably not until nine o’clock, I thought, grinning to myself.
I called my friend Karen and asked her if she wanted to do some shopping with me. We spent the afternoon at the mall, and I picked out some sexy clothes for tonight. I got a nice short black skirt that showed off my legs quite nicely, and a red silk top that highlighted the twin, full swells of my breasts. Black pumps completed the outfit, and Karen said I looked like a slut, causing us to giggle together.
Although nothing was going to happen tonight, I wanted to make my brother think I was showing up to have some fun. That would make the surprise even better.
We also stopped at Victoria’s Secret, where I bought a matching set of bra and panties. They were black with lace trim, and slightly see-through. My brother would never get to see them, but they made me feel sexy and ready to act my part in this little play.
“Now you look like a high priced slut,” Karen said, and we burst into laughter again.
As evening approached, the butterflies began to flutter in my tummy. I checked the chat room for Bobby, but he was still out visiting his grandparents. It was time to get dressed.
When I finished, I stood in front of my mirror, checking out the complete package. I had to admit I looked hot and fuckable. My brother was going to blow a gasket when he saw me.
It was almost time to leave. I checked one last time to see if Bobby was around, but he was nowhere to be found. I realized that he would come home and probably look for me, so I decided to leave him a note.
RowdyGirl› hey bobby, been missing you.:(but i have some great news. that other guy i was chatting with turned out to be my brother. crazy huh? yeah, i guess he wanted to check up on me. but I’m going to get him back. he asked me to meet him at this crappy little motel called the wander inn, just to see if i would do it. And i told him i would. we’re meeting there at nine, and i can’t wait to see the look on his face when i tell him i knew it was him all along. i’ll tell you all about it when i get back home. see ya.
The gravel of the motel parking lot crunched under the tires of my car as I pulled in and found a spot in front of Room 138 at the end of the building. My dashboard clock read 9:03. I looked for my brother’s truck, but it wasn’t around. Which made sense, because if I saw his truck parked in the lot, I would know something was up. He probably parked it in the back.
I opened my purse and checked the note I had written. It read, ‘Brandon, I knew it was you all along.’ That was my proof in case he doubted me. I grinned.
Getting out and walking towards the door, a mixture of apprehension and excitement flowed through me. The lights of the room were off, but when I turned the door handle, it was unlocked, and slowly swung open.
I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. In the darkness of the room, I could barely make out someone lying in the bed, under the covers.
“Hi Drew?” I said.
“Hello Mandy,” Brandon whispered, “I’m glad you came.” He was trying to make his voice sound low so I wouldn’t recognize it.
“Me too. Why are the lights off?”
“It’s sexier that way. Come here.”
I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.
“My cock is hard for you.”
“I’ve been thinking of it all day.” If my brother wanted to push the limits, I was willing to push back.
“Is your pussy wet?”
“Yes.” It wasn’t a lie. The whole situation had gotten to me.
“Mmm, I can’t wait to taste it.”
“And I can’t wait to have your cock in my mouth.” Take that, brother.
“Touch it,” he said, lifting the covers slightly on my side.
My mind reeled. What was Brandon doing? Playing this game to teach me a lesson was one thing, but did he actually want me to touch his cock? I felt like I was playing a game of chicken that was getting too serious.
“Touch it?”
“Yes. Take my cock in your hand and see how much I want you.”
Fuck it. I wasn’t going to back down first. I’d always been curious about his dick anyway.
I slid my hand under the cover, reaching for him. I contacted hard skin and pulled back slightly, then moved forward again to gently grasp his erection in my hand.
He groaned softly as I held him. He was smaller than I imagined, and my fingers touched my palm as they curled around him. I slid my hand up, and immediately encountered the head, letting me know he wasn’t that long, either.
“That’s it baby, stroke that cock.”
It was so surreal to hear my brother talk like this, and to actually be holding his dick in my hand. His hand reached up and cupped my breast through my blouse.