Amy The Slut

Amy, who was still laying down on her stomach, wearing nothing save for her bra, gave her brother a hard look. Briefly she wondered if John's comment was even worth a reply. Not that he was wrong in calling her a slut; she was a slut. But that still wasn’t something you told a girl to her face.

She eyed him closely, trying to figure out what his deal was. It didn’t take long for her to figure it out; the two of them knew each other so well.

“You’re concerned about me.” She finally said, her voice soft. She sat up on her haunches, unconcerned about her state of partial undress, so that they could talk more evenly.

“Yes, I am Amy.” He responded, sounded exasperated.

“Look John,” she began, lecturing him in a way only she could do, “I’m a slut. The guys I date are only interested in a sex because those are the guys I look for. I get off on meeting someone new, getting to know them for a few hours, and then fucking them silly.”

“I’m not the sex I’m concerned about,” he mumbled, still casually touching her thighs, “it’s the men you date. From what I can tell, you'd fuck anyone. Guys just have to look at you like they’re interested and you spread your legs for them.”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh come on, you’ve known for years I have no standards. Heck, you’re my brother but I still let you look and touch me all you want.” Trying to resolve the tension between them, she winked and whispered seductively, “I’d even spread my legs and let you do all kinds of dirty things to me if you’re interested.”

It had the opposite effect on him. “See, that’s exactly my point! And, given the fact that you rarely engage in safe sex, as your brother, I’m concerned.”

“Woah there, back up, you don’t know that. As far as you know, I might use protection. I certainly don’t tell you everything about my sex life, John.”

“No, but you’re not exactly quiet when you’re getting fucked either. I know you don’t use protection Amy.”

She shrugged. “So I like taking a bit of risk. Is it wrong that I prefer a certain kind of sex? I have my shit together John; I thought you’d be happy for me!”

“I am happy for you Amy!” And he paused as something sparked within him. When he spoke, his words seemed to cheer him up, filling with a happiness that seemed both sudden and normal. “It’s just-“

She silenced him with a finger. “Let’s just drop it, okay? I appreciate the fact that you’re concerned about me, and thank you for letting me know. But you have to trust that I know what I’m doing. You do trust me, right John?”

At that, he nodded. Pausing for a moment, he suddenly couldn’t remember why he had been so concerned about his sister’s sex life. After all, he was happy she was getting the sex she wanted. And as a slut, she wanted plenty of it.

“So,” he started, changing the subject matter, “who’s tonight's lucky man?”

Finally, she smiled back at him. “I’m glad you asked! He-“ And soon she was talking about her date for the night, telling John all about who her date was, how the two of them met, where they were going, what their plans for the night were...

As she spoke, John paid less and less attention to her words, knowing that within a few days her legs would be spreading for someone else. Instead of listening, he instead fell back to his familiar habit of checking Amy out. Despite their closeness, it had been a long time since he’d seen her this close to being fully naked.

He drank in her luscious curves, her long toned legs, and god did that long mass of hair look damn attractive on her. He silently wished she wasn’t wearing a bra, but he quickly move passed that complaint when his eyes drifted southwards and he caught glimpses of her trimmed pussy.

Noticing he was no longer paying attention, Amy stopped talking about tonight’s date and followed his eyes as they wondered across her body. Over the years, she’d caught him checking her out many times but she couldn’t remember the last time she was this exposed while being so close to him. Well, he certainly seemed interested in her, and all this talk about sex had made her horny.

She started leaning back onto her pillow, seductively removing her bra and falling onto her back, fully naked. “I can see you checking me out John” she said with a large grin. Her legs parted with very little effort, the act second nature for her by now.

He at least had the decently to look embarrassed and blushed. His eyes however locked on her pussy, it already glistening with wetness. Her hand automatically made it way to her soaked cunt, rubbing her lips and sending small waves of pleasure throughout her body. Here she was, trying to seduce her brother. She really did have no standards.

“You know, most guys have to take me out when they want to get in my pants. Luckily for you, I ditched those before you entered my room. Bonus, I’m already in bed, naked, wet, and ready to fuck. I promise, it'll be like nothing you've experienced before. I know my way around a dick.”

At her words, he swallowed nervously. His eyes darted up to hers and, at the moment of eye contact, she winked. She couldn’t help but notice the large bulge forming in his shorts. Between her legs, her fingers started making circles on her clit.

Grinning, she moaned. “What do you say big brother, wanna fuck?”