The rest of the day went by fairly normally, When we arrived home we each went our separate ways. Dad was off to check on Henry at the store and drop Danny off for practice. Mom had a book club meeting in the afternoon so she was busy preparing snacks for the four ladies who did nothing but gossip instead of actually reading a book. I went to my room, changed into something more comfortable. A baggy t-shirt and board shorts that were nearly long enough to be called pants.
I spent the day looking through applications, Options for what I wanted for my future. Of course they were hand picked by my mother so it was either to become a Librarian or a Secretary. Neither of which sounded too appealing. Things were pretty quiet for the rest of the day, Then dinner time happened. Dad was the cook in the family, so I had to wait until he came home from the store before anything would start to take shape.
Today was Spaghetti and meatballs with toasted garlic bread, One of my favorites. I filled my plate and sat at the dining room table. I was ready to dig in when something a daughter should never hear floated into my head. ‘She shouldn’t eat so much, she’s putting on weight.’ I froze in place, My Mother’s voice carrying those words through my mind.
Sure I had gained a little weight but I was nowhere close to being fat. My tummy was still flat as a washboard, the weight I had put on was going to my butt. I was on the verge of tears when my Father began to talk about the sale.
Henry had made the deal, the old woman’s jewelry were to be put on auction within the store, the store would take a 20% commission with the rest going to the woman. With the women’s Jewels having a projected value of over 30 million dollars. Mom was ecstatic, she kept congratulating him while she was thinking about how she would spend the money.
“That’s……great dad…..Excuse me” I got up and left the dining room, rushing back up the stairs and closing my door.
Burying my head in my pillow, the tears began to fall. I had done what she asked of me all my life, I was even willing to ignore futures that were better for me because she wanted me to. Yet this woman still thought so little of me, It was making me sick. ‘Oh Cammy….’ Danny?
I looked up from my bed, He wasn’t in my room or our shared washroom. I wiped my face in my bed sheets and sat on the edge of my bed. Opening my mind to the thoughts floating through the house, I heard Dad patting himself on the back. Mom, still fantasizing about the money he was about to make.
Then I heard Danny, I didn’t know where he was but I could hear his thoughts as if he were right next to me. ‘Thats it Cammy…..Suck it…’ I saw it….what he was thinking about. He was fantasizing about me!
It came as flashes at first, the more I focused on his fantasy the more clear it became. It was like still images that eventually turned into a film of sorts. In his Imagination he had forged a scenario: We were on the beach. It was dark, there’s a burning campfire in front of us. He’s leaning against a palm tree with his shorts around his ankles, I’m on my knees in front of him. His hand is holding my hair back, I’m looking up at him.
His cock is in my mouth. I’m wearing a small yellow bikini, the same color as the dress I wore to church. My nipples are hard, pressing into the fabric. He’s fucking my mouth, Holding my head in place as he gets off. I can see saliva dripping down my chin and between my breasts, My lips wrapped tightly around his shaft and then!….nothing
It was over, just like that his fantasy came to an end. I was in disbelief, I’m pretty certain I knew what he was doing during this fantasy. My brother was fantasing about me while he masturbated. My jaw dropped. This is why he was always acting weird about me? Why I always caught him stealing glances at me. He was getting off to the idea of mouth fucking his little sister.
How long had he been doing this? Why had he been doing this? He had girlfriends before, so why fantasize about me and not one of them? He knew it was wrong….but maybe that’s why he did it. I rubbed my thighs together, Honestly the image had a certain affect on me as well. I wasn’t a virgin but I wasn’t exactly experienced, so doing something like that wasn’t out of the question but doing it with my brother? I mean could I? Would he? It was getting late and I was horny. Locking my room door I laid back on my bed, Pulling my shorts and panties off in one movement.
My fingers explored my wet folds as I thought about Danny’s fantasy, about how wrong it was. About how hot it was. Twisting and teasing my pert, little nipples and softly squeezing my ample breasts. I found myself masturbating to the very image Danny had gotten off to and I enjoyed it.
With a blissful orgasm rocketing threw me, I fell into a deep slumber. I didn’t know why I had this power, But now I know it has its benefits.
I slept in the next day, It being Monday there was no reason to bother me in the morning. After the events that ended my night I was more than happy to take it, When I did eventually roll out of bed around midday. I had a plan in mind, one I hoped wouldnt come back to haunt me. If Danny was stealing glances, I was going to give him something to look at.
Finding clothes that aren’t baggy was a chore, Most things I had were two sizes too big for me and hid my curves really well. Fortunately I had been gifted with one of Henry’s tank tops, while it was too large it did reveal a lot of skin and more importantly gave a certain bounce to my cleavage. Tucking it into my old volleyball shorts, which framed my round bottom well, was a stroke of genius.