Contingent Reality (Sarah POV)

Laying on her bed curled on her side she gasps out. "Oh god." A spasm rocks her body, before she suddenly goes rigid her hand slowing it's frantic pace in her unbuttoned shorts. She lets out a low keening moan, as she purposely changes her pace to rub herself slowly but firmly, feeling herself inches away from orgasm. "Big brother." she whispers. Continuing to rub slowly, carefully flirting with the edge of her orgasm. "James" she whimpers. Body suddenly spasming and locking up in tense rigid pleasure as she gets close, then she forces herself to pull back with a shudder and a quick gasp of air, before she presses back down and rubs herself to the spasming edge of orgasm yet again. Over and over she rides the edge of release, panting and whimpering, but not letting herself have it. Finally with one last shudder she abruptly pulls her hand away from her soaking and sore sex, cutting off the pleasure just before she climaxes.

"That was soo close." She half moans half whispers to herself. Curling back up on her side still panting lightly.

"Step brother help! I'm stuck in the dryer!" comes a voice from her phone. The next video in her playlist must have started already. Lazily she swipes a hand out to hit pause before she lays still and starts to come down from her near orgasm. She hates it when they yell "step" brother, it nearly kills the mood for her, but that particular video is hot. The brother has a pretty big dick, and he takes full advantage of his sister being 'stuck'. If only you could actually get stuck like that in real life, what would her brother do she wonders?

Closing her eyes flashes of her brothers face spin through her mind. His know it all smirk in the hallway this morning. His teasing grin when he was looking down at her while she cooked breakfast, standing so close to her she could feel his heat against her back. God, did he know what those looks did to her? How crazy he drove her? If only she had the courage to lean back against him this morning when he was giving her that look. What she wouldn't give to have backed up just a little, bumped into her brother and felt and erection. Then again what if she felt nothing? What if he was completely soft and it just confirmed he didn't see her as anything but a little sister? She groans at the thought. That would be so much worse.

She suddenly remembers a few months ago. She and her brother were going for a swim and her swim suit top got caught on the pool ladder while she was getting in. Her breast had come out before she caught it. Her brother was already in the pool, standing right in front of her. She knows he saw it. No matter how much he denied it, and seeing him stand there blushing like that while denying it? God. Why did he always have to be such a good big brother? Why couldn't he just say 'nice tit sis', and give her one of those grins of his? It would be one thing, if he was just completely brotherly, but the way he blushed? Shifting slightly and avoiding eye contact? Was it arousal, or just embarrassment? It was driving her crazy.

With an exasperated sigh, she flopped onto her back. Imagining that scene in the pool again. Only this time, her brother noticed her top coming loose and lunged to catch it, but 'oh no' it came loose too fast. Instead of swim suit his lunge ended up with a hand full of her. She smiles and moans thinking about it. Just how bright would he blush then? Her right hand slides back down into her shorts, left hand snaking up her top. This is going to be a fun one she grins, and starts in on herself again. Idly she wonders for a moment how many times she's masturbated today, was this number 4 or 5? Hmm, maybe she should let herself cum this time.