Not quite as open minded as hoped

'Jesus! Why would you send me that?! I'm your brother!'

'If you don't like it, why did you spy on me?' Olivia had caught him watching her from time to time, when they were around the house more. She had also noticed him stealing stares when she changed clothes at the pool or something like that.

'I was a horny teen. Boobs are boobs.'

'They're still boobs.' She was somehow gleeful that he at least admitted looking at her breasts when they were younger. He probably masturbated too.

'Did you lose a dare or something? Is someone blackmailing you? Who do I need to shank?'

Olivia bites her lower lip as she considers this. He's genuinely concerned for her. All it does is excite her more. She had grabbed the clothes and threw them back into her brothers room but when the message came back she gravitated towards the bed and lay herself down. She was still stark naked, hand between her legs. _'it's not that...' _The curtains in his room where still open and his room looked out over the front yard and the adjecent street. She doubted anyone could see her there but the small chance alone added excitement.

'then what, Olivia?'

Her finger started to circle her clit. He really wanted to keep her safe, it was kind of hot, even if it was her brother.
'Because. I want to feel not ugly.'

'What are you on about? You've got an amazing body. Why send things like that to your brother though?'

As she read that she slipped a finger inside her wet slit. It was wrong, she knew, but the feeling in the pit of her stomach only seemed to be satiated by the idea that people saw her. Lusted over her. 'It was safe.' The sound of her fingers pumping in and out of herself started to echo in the room.

'You know I'll always keep you safe.'

'But we need to find some better way for you to work on your... self image.'

'What do you suggest?' Olivia returned the focus of her fingers back to her swollen clit. She looked at the three animated dots indicating her brother was typing away.

'My lunch break's almost over. We'll talk when I get back home. Stay out of trouble!'

"Fuck." Olivia felt frustrated that he was now gone and that she was nowhere near orgasm. Did she really have to wait until tonight? She looked around the room and felt that she really should finish what she started here. She could go back to her room and grab the brush she always used. Then her eyes fell on the controller near his playstation. She almost lept over to grab it and ran her hand across the smooth white surface of the controller.

Wasting no time, she jumped back on the bed and spread her legs to run the controller over her eager wet slit. She wanted to feel something inside of her and the sleek design of the new controllers was perfect to slide inside. She pulled her lips apart and ran the cold plastic on her overheating inner labia. While her other hand rhythmically circled her clit, she started to push the controller handle inside. The sensation of something sliding inside of her and slipping in and out of her juices made her arch her back. The sensation was incredible and she wanted to savour it. But the rush of being in her brother's room, in front of an open window, was quickly becoming too much for her to hand.

She pulled her legs up, placing her feet firmly on the bed. Arching her back even more as her muscles started to tense up. It felt like she was trying to hold back a sudden rush of energy and she knew she wasn't not going to be able to hold it back. She pushed the controller as deep as she was able and felt it push her over the edge. She moaned loudly as she released her grip, still circling her clit with her finger. The controller fell from her grip and her legs spasmed, another moan as the wave of orgasm that had washed over her subsided. She fell back on the bed and groaned. That had felt great, but somehow it had felt as if she was missing something. She looked out the window and saw the abandoned street in the overcast afternoon.

Perhaps her brother would come home with some good plans on how to get much better experiences. She slid off the bed, leaving the controller where it lay, in a small puddle of her juices on top of the covers, and went to clean herself up before getting into a comfortable outfit waiting for Brian to come home from work.