Brian, her brother

_'What the fuck, Olivia.' _The message from Brian was short but it left very little to the imagination.

'what the fuck, what?' Olivia played dumb.

'mom is gonna freak.' He shot back at her before adding; 'all my friends follow you, what the hell?!'

'Dude, chill. It's not like they saw anything.' Olivia wasn't quite sure what all the fuss was about, and from her brother no less. They had always been really close and he was always supportive of her.

'They saw enough. God. Now they won't shut up about you.'

'Wait. You guys talk about me?'

'Not if I can help it. But this. This I can't help. Jesus Olivia. Delete the pic.'

'No. Why should I?'

'Because it's going to end up all over the internet and in their personal spank banks!'

Olivia obviously knew that a revealing picture shared on the internet was going to be used for things but she didn't know the idea would excite her so much. 'You really think so?'

'What the fuck? Yes. Now take it offline!'

'Will I end up in your personal spank bank?'

'What?! NO! What the fuck! That's gross!'

It was weird to feel a tinge of disappointment at her brother not wanting to jerk off looking at her in lingerie. Then she got a devious thought in her head. 'Of course not. You can just spy on me in the shower like you used to when we were younger.'

The responses before had come at the speed of light suddenly it was silent. She saw the indicator on his profile go offline. When she returned to her picture she saw it was still bringing in fresh likes and people were definitely saving it in their profiles. She wondered which one of Brian's friends would jerk off on her as her hand travelled down inside the lace of her panties.

She imagined catching one of them with his cock in hand, looking at her Instagram picture. Would she just watch? She ran her hand across her eager lips, tracing upwards until she landed on her clitoris. Would she show them what was underneath the lace? She circled her most sensitive spot, feeling pleasure pulsing through her body. What if they were watching her now? She slipped a finger inside.

What if Brian was watching? She hesitated. Why did she think that? Her other hand moved to continue to stimulate her clit while her finger slid in and out of her. They lived in the same house, he could just come into her room. She felt her heart pounding, did she actually want her brother to walk in on her? Or his friends? Or all of them? She felt a surge of pleasure going through her body. The idea of half a dozen guys watching her as she did this was exhilarating. She slipped in a second finger and increased her speed and pressure around her clit. She could see them in her mind's eye. Watching her. Enthralled by her fingers dancing around her sex. Mouths slightly agape as they took it all in.

Her body tensed up, her stomach feeling like the roller coaster she and Brian went on the summer before he went off to college. He wouldn't avert his eyes if she was laying there in front of him. He'd watch as the orgasm took control of her body. Washing over her. Spreading across her entire body. Legs thrashing. And when she came down from it she just panted, waiting for the drumbeat of her heart to slow down.

When she regained some clarity she swallowed hard, wondering what had sent her off down that path. The orgasm had been amazing. The idea of men looking at her body exhilarating. She tried to stop herself from thinking too much about it, knowing it would send her right back down that path. She felt a bit dirty for thinking those thoughts. For thinking them about her brother. She shook her head and hastily got dressed before anyone walked in on her.