Me and My Brothers — Chapter III

Chapter III. It Gets Hot in a Snow Storm

A few minutes later in the kitchen as I was making some pancake batter, Bobby came in and asked, “What you fixing?
“Pancakes.”
“Why not waffles?” he asked.
“Do you know where the waffle iron is?” I asked.
“Sure,” he said as he went to a cupboard, pulled out the waffle iron, and plugged it in.
So we had waffles. While we were eating we noticed that it was snowing. It was the first heavy snow of the season. Bobby and I dressed in our warmest clothes and went out to build a snowman. After building a snowman taller than us, we got in a playful snowball fight. After a short while I retreated into the house. I locked Bobby outside just long enough for him to bang on the door and start shouting. When I allowed him in, he tackled me and attempted to tickle me but I was so bundled up he had difficulty affecting me in any way. Soon he gave up but when he did I realized he had affected me. I had become horny once again.
After we stripped off our winter gear and I was once again down to my tank top and jeans, Bobby asked if I wanted tickled. I asked, “How about a kiss?”
Smiling he moved toward me. I dodged him and ran to the family room where I dove into the loveseat. By the time I had righted myself in the loveseat Bobby squeezed in beside me. He was all over me and I said, “Oh, oh, big brother, take it slow.”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“Sit up and rest back, place your hands on your thighs.” He followed my instructions. “Take it slow like this,” I said as I stroked the back of his hand with one finger.
“Mm,” he murmured. I stoked up his forearm with my fingers. “Oh yeah,” he said.
“Get the idea?” I asked as I sat back with my hands on my thighs.
He did as I had done. Just the touch of his finger on my hand caused a tingle down in my core. A mummer came from me as his finger stroked up my arm. His fingers moved to my thigh alongside my forearm. “Oh yes,” I said before I realized he was all too close to my pussy. I jerked away and although the feeling I was experiencing was pleasurable I said. “Too fast, brother of mine.”
“What do you want, Carly?”
“I want you to take it slow. Do I have to give you instruction for every step along the way to a kiss?” I asked.
“I guess so ‘cause I don’t know what you want.”
I took a deep breath and sat quiet waiting for him to begin again. Since he did not I jumped up and ran up to my room slamming the door behind me. I waited to see if he would follow me and since he did not I lay on my bed. I undid the button of my tight jeans, lowered the zipper, and raised up to lower my jeans. My panties were soaked. I rubbed my pussy through my panties. I raised my butt up again and slipped down my panties. I was so wet that I did not need any lotion. Soon I was crying out with joy. No matter how hard I tried to stifle my cries I could not. Just before I was forced to close my eyes as always happened I looked to the door where Bobby was standing. He’s watching, I told myself as I floated through a heavenly orgasm.
When I opened my eyes, he was not there. I wondered if I had imagined his being there. I waited for a while as I relaxed in the afterglow. I then dress and checked in the mirror to make sure I looked presentable, brushing my hair.
When I went downstairs, I found Bobby playing his video game. I picked up a book and sat in the loveseat and pretended to read. I waited for him to say something. He seemed to totally ignore me. When I could wait no longer I closed my book and looked in his direction. He was devoting his full attention to the game. I stood…he did not look up. I placed the book back on the shelf and turned to look at him…he did not look up. I walked to the door to the kitchen and looked back at him…he did not look up. I got out my homework to make sure it was finished…it was.
I stood at the kitchen sink looking out across our back yard and saw that the snow was at least two feet deep. I looked at the clock. The snow had been falling for about three hours. Three more hours of this and the snow will close all the roads until snow removal equipment can open them. I told myself that if the snow didn’t stop, mommy and daddy wouldn’t make it home tonight. I remembered last year, on a school day, the school closed early so they could get us home before the roads were closed and when mommy and daddy discovered they would not make it home, they called a neighbor to take care of us. I hoped this time mommy would call us before calling the neighbor.
I decided to fix Bobby a good lunch but first I made up a couple of mugs of hot chocolate. When I took his into him he thanked me and a few minutes later he came into the kitchen with his mug and thanked me again. He sat at the table and asked what I was fixing.
“Macaroni and cheese,” I replied.
“Oh, don’t forget to add pepper,” he said.
“Of course not, I know how you like it,” I said. All the time I was not looking at him, instead I was shredding the cheese. “You know the way it’s snowing I don’t think mom and dad are going to make it home.” I could hear him as he stood and walked over beside me so he could look out the window.
“Yeah you’re right. They’ll probably have Mrs. Yates come over to stay with us,” he said.
“If they call here first, tell them we can take care of ourselves,” I said.
“If I say that, they’ll ask to talk to you,” he said.
“I’ll say that if we have any problem, we’ll call Mrs. Yates,” I added.
“That sounds good.”
I checked the macaroni and it was ready to have the cheese added.
Bobby followed right behind me with every step that I made. “If they don’t have Mrs. Yates come over, there are a couple of thing I want to show you,” he said.
“What could you show me that you haven’t already shown me?” I asked as I stirred in the cheese.
“I broke the code on the TV so we can watch some porn if there is any on,” he said.
“Porn?” I questioned. I had never thought of watching porn, in fact I did not even know what it would show so I said, “What is porn?”
“You know, don’t you,” Bobby said.
“No I don’t,” I said. “Have you watched porn?” I asked as I continued to stir.
“No, I just broke the code and porn usually doesn’t come on until nighttime.”
“Well, I guess we got a date to watch porn if we are alone tonight,” I said as I turned down the heat and added a splash of milk and then a lot of pepper to the pot that I continued to stir.
Soon we were seated on opposite sides of the table eating our cheesy lunch. “Mm, just as good as mom makes,” Bobby said. When his bowl was empty he said, “Carly, I want more.”
“There’s more in the pot,” I said.
“No, I want to see you play more, and I want to kiss you more,” he said as he went to the stove to fill his bowl again.
“Well, I think you will get more. I can no longer play with myself and stay quiet so come and watch when you hear,” I suggested.
“You won’t mind if I look in your room when…”
I noticed he had to adjust his peter when he sat at the table. I realize I was all a tingle down there and I said, “Does this talk excite you like it does me?”
“Oh yes, I could just whip it out and beat off right here.”
“Well don’t let me stop you,” I said as I slid my left hand down into my tight jeans. My jeans were too tight but neither of us could see what the other was doing. When I finished my macaroni and cheese I looked at Bobby who was finishing his second helping.
He suddenly stood, reached a hand to me, and said, “Come with me.” He was holding his pants up with his other hand. Taking his hand I followed him into the family room. He sat me at one end of the couch and he sat at the other end. He got up and turned on the lamps that are at each end of the couch. “I’ll be right back,” he said as he darted out of the room, still holding up his undone pants. He quickly returned with a box of tissues. “There, now take off your jeans,” he said as he let his pants fall to the floor. Neither of us had shoes on so in only moments we were standing with only our tops on because we had both lowered our under pants with our outer pants. “Sit where you were,” he said as he sat at the other end.
“But, I’m dripping wet. I’ll make a spot on the couch,” I said. I rushed to the bathroom and got two bath towels out of a cabinet. When I returned to the family room I tossed one towel over Bobby’s head and said, “Here is one for you.”
“Okay then,” he said after he had placed his towel under him, adding, “Put one foot up on the couch and the other on the floor.”
As I positioned myself like he had, I realized how exposed my pussy was with my knees spread so far apart.
“Mm that looks so pretty,” Bobby said.
I looked at him and saw he was staring directly at my pussy which tingled with excitement. I looked at his peter and realized how large his balls looked. I had never actually looked at them before. They were resting with apparent comfort on the white towel. He wrapped his right hand around his peter and began stroking deliberately up and down.
I dipped all four fingers of my right hand into the moisture within the lips of my pussy and watching Bobby I attempted to match him, stroke for stroke. I looked alternately from his peter to his eyes. His eyes never left my pussy. It struck me fast as I thought about Bobby watching me. My eyes closed and my head rolled back as I howled out my pleasure. As soon as I could I opened my eyes to see how Bobby was doing. The first thing I noticed was his balls had drawn up in a tight bundle at the base of his peter. He was emptying his white stuff out onto the towel.
I checked beneath me to see if I had wet the towel and I had. I jumped up and lifted the towel. My juices had wet through the towel and made a spot on the couch. I wiped at it and only seemed to make it worse. I wiped my legs with the towel and took it to the laundry, then went upstairs to get the hair dryer. Bobby was still sitting where I had left him. I plugged in the dryer and began blowing dry the spot on the couch. I was pleased to note it did not leave a spot as it dried. Suddenly I felt Bobby’s hand stroke across my bare butt. “Don’t,” I said as I twisted away from him.
“Your butt is as pretty as the rest of you,” he said.
“Take your towel to the laundry now before you forget it,” I said.
He took off with the towel while I took the hair dryer back to the upstairs bathroom. When I came back he was sitting in the loveseat with his pants on. I picked up my jeans but could not find my underpants. “Where are my panties?” I asked as I went down on my hands and knees to look under the couch.
“I’m sure they’re around here somewhere,” Bobby said in a strange tone. I looked at him and saw where my underpants were. He had pulled them over his head so that the crotch was over his nose. “They smell real good,” he added.
“Give ‘em to me,” I insisted.
“Okay,” he said as he pulled them off and tossed them to me.
I sniffed them before putting them on. They smelled pretty strong to me but if he liked the smell, I thought, it must be a boy thing. I saw that he had stood and walked over to the window looking out over the front yard, so while I was pulling on my jeans I asked, “How’s the snow doing?”
“It’s still doing,” he said, “must be three feet or more. Ho ho, look at the snowman…it’s got a top hat without a brim.”
Sure enough, when I got to the window I saw that the snowman had a top hat about two feet tall. This was a strange snowfall. We usually have wind that makes the snow drift but this time there was no wind at all and the snow just piled up and up. “Mom and dad aren’t getting home today,” I said.
“No way are they getting home. I think I’ll call mom and tell her how deep the snow is here and that we’ll be okay,” Bobby said.
“Put it on speaker,” I said.
“Well, I was just thinking about it. I should wait until later, say four o’clock,” he turned to look at the clock and added, “It’s only twelve fifty-one now.”
“Okay, I think I’ll take a shower and a nap,” I said, adding, “That way if we get to watch porn tonight, I can stay awake.”
“Wanna take a shower together?” he asked.
“No,” I said without explanation.
It was nearly four when I woke from my nap. All I could think of was that Bobby would be calling mommy and I had to be there. I had taken my nap in the nude so I had to get dressed. I put on a flannel shirt without a bra, clean panties, and the tight jeans I had on that morning. I looked in the mirror while I brushed my hair. The loose fitting flannel shirt covered the fact that I was not wearing a bra.
Down in the family room I found Bobby asleep on the couch. I was about to wake him when the phone rang. He did not stir so I answered it. It was mommy and she asked what we had done all day. I told her about the waffles and the snowman. I told her about the snowball fight and the macaroni and cheese for lunch. “Sounds like you kids have been getting along,” mommy said
I told her we had and she asked if I thought we could get by till she and daddy got home some time tomorrow. I told her that I thought we could and if there is any problem we could call Mrs. Yates. She asked to talk to Bobby. I told her he was asleep and I would have to wake him. She said she would hold. I laid down the phone and went over to the couch where I shook him by the shoulder and said, “Mom’s on the phone.” He woke up slow like he usually did so I went back to the phone, “He’s coming but you know how slow he is. We figured at noon that there was no chance you would make it home today.” Mommy told me that she and daddy had already reserved a room at a motel and they were looking forward to having a vacation from us kids.
At this point Bobby grabbed the phone out of my hand. He listened for a moment and then said, Yeah, yeah…yeah, she does…yeah, I will mom…everything will be okay, don’t you worry…yeah…no…okay…you too.” He hung up the phone and turned to me. “We are alone tonight. She did say that if we had a problem that required calling Mrs. Yates, we’d both be grounded forever.”
“Well then you just can’t pick on me or I’ll call Mrs. Yates,” I teased as I moved close to him.
“You’d be grounded too,” he responded.
“Being grounded doesn’t bother me as much as it does you,” I said as I rubbed a shoulder against him. This keyed him into what I had wanted him to do. He grabbed me and in short order he had me on the floor, tickling me. My loose flannel shirt rode up and soon he discovered I was not wearing a bra. About the time I was ready to shout for him to stop tickling he stopped and began exploration of my left breast. He made no pretense that what he was doing was accidental. His stroking and massaging felt good. He rolled my little tittie between his thumb and forefinger. An involuntary moan came from my mouth.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asked.
“It’s better than a sharp stick in the eye,” I said before twisting away from him and attempting to scamper away from him. He grabbed my ankles and twisted me over onto my back. Soon he was on top of me with his body between my legs. I did nothing to resist. He had raised my shirt exposing both of my little titties. His mouth locked over one nipple and he began sucking like a hungry puppy. I was repulsed by his actions but at the same time thrilled at the feeling. In addition I felt a connection between the feelings in my breast and my pussy. I soon began moving involuntarily with short hip thrusts and arm and leg jerks.
He pulled away and asked, “Do you like that?”
“Love it,“ I replied. He locked onto the other breast. The feelings intensified and I could not believe all he was doing was sucking on a tit. It was like when he tickled me except this never seemed to get to the point where I wanted him to stop. He stopped and looked me in the eyes with a questioning look. I said, “Don’t stop Bobby. Don’t stop.” He went back at it alternating occasionally from one breast to the other. I did not want this to stop. I began to thrash about a little more with every minute. Then I fell over the edge. I began to shout with pleasure as I floated above it all. He had given me an orgasm by simply sucking on my tits. As I came down he stopped and I wondered aloud, “Am I a freak?”
“You’re freakin’ sexy, Carly,” he said.
“No, I mean am I different from other girls?”
“How should I know? Your tits are the only ones I’ve ever sucked,” he said.
“No they’re not,” I insisted as I listened to my heart throb in my ears.
“Well yeah, other than moms but I don’t remember that,” he said as he rose up and looked down at me. He added, “I’ll never forget these.” He stroked an index finger over a nipple. A jolt of sensation ran from there down to my pussy.
I wondered if I would ever be able to nurse a baby without having an orgasm. That would be terrible to be given an orgasm by your baby.

To be continued in Chapter IV. We Have Only Begun