IMPOSTER
by
Jean-Luc Cheri
SMASHWORDS EDITION
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Copyright © 2012 by Jean-Luc Cheri
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Book description:
An erotic short story. Mandy’s brother Brandon discovers her having cybersex with her online friend. Soon after, she meets a new guy online, but when she realizes it’s her brother checking up on her, she decides to put him to the test to see how far he’s willing to go. How close will these step-siblings become, and will their online lust lead to real life passion? Adults only due to graphic sexual content and violence.
(14,065 words / 57 pages)
Imposter
RowdyGirl> hi bobby!
Strummer94> hey mandy
RowdyGirl> how was your weekend?
Strummer94> great
RowdyGirl> get any? ;)
Strummer94> yeah u?
RowdyGirl> no :(
Strummer94> too bad
RowdyGirl> who was she?
Strummer94> rachael
RowdyGirl> nice!
Strummer94> yeah it was
RowdyGirl> i want details
Strummer94> she invited me over her house to watch a movie
RowdyGirl> parents?
Strummer94> not home
RowdyGirl> sweet!
Strummer94> we were on her couch and started kissing and i touched her breast and she didn’t complain
RowdyGirl> slut ;)
Strummer94> :) then she asked if i wanted to go up to her bedroom
RowdyGirl> were you hard?
Strummer94> yeah so we went up and she started taking her clothes off
RowdyGirl> was she pretty?
Strummer94> smoking hot
RowdyGirl> did she suck you?
Strummer94> yes she let me cum in her mouth
RowdyGirl> srsly?
Strummer94> yes then she laid back on the bed and spread her legs and asked if i was hungry
RowdyGirl> no way!!
Strummer94> so i licked her
RowdyGirl> ur making me wet
Strummer94> when she came she moaned real loud and pulled on my hair
RowdyGirl> then what?
Strummer94> i was hard again and i wanted to fuck her but she stopped me
RowdyGirl> why?
Strummer94> she leaned over to her drawer and pulled out a condom and said put this on
RowdyGirl> sweet!
Strummer94> so I did then we kissed again and she was on top so she held me in her hand and put me in the right spot and sat down on me
RowdyGirl> mmm was she tight?
Strummer94> very
RowdyGirl> my pussy is soaked
Strummer94> i wish I could taste you right now
RowdyGirl> oooh you just made me even wetter
Strummer94> i thought of you while i fucked her
RowdyGirl> you did?!!!
Strummer94> yes
RowdyGirl> that’s so hot!!!! omg i’m so horny
Strummer94> ur prettier than her
RowdyGirl> :)
Strummer94> i look at the picture you sent me all the time
RowdyGirl> :) that was my cheerleading photo from two years ago when i was only sixteen. my breasts are bigger now
Strummer94> maybe you could send a new one
RowdyGirl> maybe ;)
Strummer94> maybe one with some more skin? :p
RowdyGirl> :O you are so bad!!!
Strummer94> lol
RowdyGirl> i’m still waiting for a picture of you mister mysterious
Strummer94> :(
RowdyGirl> what?
Strummer94> ur too beautiful for me. one look and you’ll never speak to me again
RowdyGirl> >:<
Strummer94> don’t get angry
RowdyGirl> do you really think i’m that shallow?
Strummer94> no that’s not what i meant
RowdyGirl> what did you mean then?
Strummer94> i’ll send you a photo
RowdyGirl> you will? :)
Strummer94> i’ll have to find one where i’m not so ugly
RowdyGirl> shutup ;) you wouldn’t be getting laid so much if you were ugly
Strummer94> ;)
RowdyGirl> i wish we lived closer together
Strummer94> so do I
RowdyGirl> if we ever did meet do you think we would fuck?
Strummer94> i would like that
RowdyGirl> i would too
Strummer94> are you still wet?
RowdyGirl> very
Strummer94> thats so hot
RowdyGirl> want me to cum for you?
Strummer94> i would love that
RowdyGirl> mmm i just touched myself through my shorts
Strummer94> are your nipples hard?
RowdyGirl> oh yeah do you want to suck them?
Strummer94> yesss and nibble on them
RowdyGirl> oooh, just got wetter
Strummer94> touch your pussy
RowdyGirl> it’s very wet and smooth
Strummer94> is your clit hard?
RowdyGirl> its been hard since you told me about rachael
Strummer94> rub it, and pretend it’s me doing it
RowdyGirl> niiiice!
Strummer94> does it feel good?
RowdyGirl> so fucking good. wish you were here with me
Strummer94> are you going to come?
RowdyGirl> soon. are you jacking off?
Strummer94> yes my cock is
I stared at the screen, watching the letters as my hand worked under my panties, using my fingertip to rub over my slick, swollen clit. The pleasure was building inside of me, preparing for its release.
“Come on, Bobby,” I muttered, “your cock is what?”
I continued to stare, waiting for his words so that I could time our orgasms and come with him.
After a moment, I focused on the keyboard, using my free hand to type out ‘Bobby?’ But when I looked up at the screen, what I had typed didn’t appear. Grabbing the mouse, I swirled it around, watching in frustration as the pointer on the screen didn’t move.
“Shit!” I muttered. “Shit, shit!”
The computer had locked up again, and at the worst possible time. I wanted to come, but didn’t want to do it without my friend, Bobby.
We had met online a year ago, and quickly became close, sharing secrets with him that I didn’t share with my best friends. He had been shy, and I guessed his age was younger than the eighteen he claimed. Probably closer to sixteen. But as we got to know each other, his shyness had turned into inquisitiveness, as we shared the intimate details of our sex lives.
I wanted to meet him, but he lived on the other side of the country, so we had to settle for sharing intimate encounters in words only.
The first time I had come with him had been surprisingly intense, as I followed his directions, allowing my hands to become his, touching all those sensitive spots and pretending it was him. Then I did the same, explaining how I wanted him to stroke his cock. When he came, he was very good at describing how it felt, making me feel like I was right there with him.
I slapped the side of my monitor. “Come on!”
Suddenly, a popup window appeared on my screen, informing me that the hard drive was corrupt, and needed reformatting. Fuck! I knew it wasn’t true, just some virus, but it meant that my computer was screwed.
I sighed and rubbed my face in my hands, catching the scent of my arousal still on my fingers. But the mood was gone. I was too pissed to be horny.
“Dammit!” I said, standing and glaring at the monitor. This was a job for my brother.
I left my bedroom and walked down the hall to the next door, knocking on it.
“Brandon?”
“Yes?”
“Got a minute?”
“One sec.”
A moment later the door opened, and my brother stood in front of me. He was dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt that came down to his thighs and was half unbuttoned, revealing his muscular chest. His long dark hair hung down around his deep blue eyes.
He’s your brother, he’s your brother, he’s your brother, I chanted to myself, as I felt my eyes begin to wander curiously over the soft trace of hair that was visible through the open shirt.
Actually, he was my stepbrother, but close enough. When we first became brother and sister five years ago, he wasn’t that impressive. Fourteen at the time – a year older than me – he was just a typical teenager, and an annoying boy living in the house. But over the years he had changed, growing taller and filling out, starring in both football and hockey. I became the envy of all the other girls, who couldn’t believe the fact that I was lucky enough to have a hunk like Brandon living in my house. Despite all that, I managed to keep myself in check, constantly reminding myself we shared the same parents.
But when he had come home from college for the summer a month ago, he was different than when he left. His face was more rugged, and his body thicker, showing a hint of the man he would eventually become.
“What’s up?” he asked.
“My computer has a virus.”
He cocked an eyebrow and shook his head. “I told you to stay away from that Russian porn.”
I felt my cheeks getting hot. “No, it’s not my fault.”
He gave me a condescending look. “Mandy, you wouldn’t be getting viruses if you stayed away from that stuff.”
“Maybe you didn’t clean it all off last time.”
He folded his arms. “And maybe I shouldn’t clean it at all this time.”
“Ok, ok. I’m sorry. I’ll be good. No more porn.”
The corners of his full lips turned up into a slight smile. “Yeah, sure. Let’s go.”
I led him down the hall to my room, and he sat in my desk chair. He typed randomly on the keyboard, and moved the mouse, confirming that it was locked up. Leaning in, he read the message in the popup window.
He continued reading, even though the message was short. His eyes were focused on the screen in concentration. I looked at him curiously, wondering what he was doing.
Then it hit me. He wasn’t reading the popup message. He was reading what was behind it – the end of my conversation with Bobby.
Shit! I had forgotten all about it.
I stepped forward and hit the power button on the front of the computer. The screen went black.
He blinked, then looked up at me with a curious expression.
“I thought it would be better to turn it off, so the virus doesn’t do any more damage.”
He stared at me longer. “Right.”
“What?” I gave him my best innocent look.
He just sighed and shook his head. “You may as well go watch some TV or something, this is going to take a while.”
I grinned. “Thanks, brother.”
An hour later I was sitting on the couch watching a movie when Brandon came down and sat beside me.
“You’re all clean,” he said.
“Thanks!” I leaned into him and gave him a hug, making sure to keep it sisterly. Although my nips hardened slightly as they brushed against his chest.
“You’re welcome. Um, Mandy?”
“Yeah?”
“You do know that when you talk to people online, there’s no way to be sure they’re really who they say they are?”
My cheeks got warm. “I know that.”
“I just think you should be careful.”
“I am careful. Bobby is my friend. I know everything about him.”
“Do you? Or do you just know what he’s told you?”
“We’ve been friends for a long time. He’s a sweet guy. He would never do anything to hurt me. You don’t spend a lot of time with someone without getting to know them.”
“You would never do anything stupid, right?”
“Stupid? Like what?”
“Like meeting someone from online?”
“Of course not.”
“I saw what you told that guy, about wishing you lived closer.”
“Brandon, that’s just Bobby. He’s harmless. Trust me.”
“Do you talk to anyone else?”
“Not like that.”
He nodded. “Ok. But just be careful, alright?”
I smiled. “I always am.”
“Dinner time!” Mom called from the kitchen.
After dinner, I went up to my room to check out my fixed computer. Brandon had done a good job, and I was back in action. I logged onto the chatroom to see if I could find Bobby, but he wasn’t there. I chatted in the group for a while to some of the people I knew, waiting to see if Bobby would show up. I hoped he wasn’t upset because I had dropped off line before. I also hoped that he hadn’t finished jacking off, because I wanted to pick back up where we left off.
As we were chatting, a newbie showed up, named PuckMe. We got guys like this all the time, coming in and trying to meet girls. I got my fair share of private messages from them, asking me to chat privately. I sometimes did, but never took it seriously, because Bobby was my online guy, and we were kind of exclusive.
Sure enough, after several minutes my private message box lit up.
PuckMe> Are you really a rowdy girl?
I just clicked the window closed, not wanting to encourage him. A few minutes later he sent me another message.
PuckMe> Hey why the silent treatment?
I typed in my reply.
RowdyGirl> please leave me alone
PuckMe> Why so hostile?
RowdyGirl> not hostile just don’t feel like talking
PuckMe> Do you like hockey?
RowdyGirl> yes
PuckMe> I play hockey
RowdyGirl> for what team?
PuckMe> My college
RowdyGirl> what position?
PuckMe> Center
RowdyGirl> are you good?
PuckMe> Captain of the team
RowdyGirl> that’s cool
PuckMe> Want to see my picture?
RowdyGirl> sure
PuckMe> Hold on, i’ll message it to you
I watched my inbox, curious about what this guy looked like. Most hockey players I knew were very cute, and had great bods. After about a minute, the light lit up, letting me know a new message was waiting. I clicked it open.
Holy shit, he was fucking gorgeous. Long brown hair and light colored eyes – not sure if they were green or blue – and he was wearing jeans and a gray T-shirt that showed off his muscular chest. He also had a great smile.
RowdyGirl> very nice
PuckMe> You like?
RowdyGirl> me like
PuckMe> :)
RowdyGirl> ur cute
PuckMe> Thanks do you have a photo?
RowdyGirl> yes
PuckMe> Can I see it?
RowdyGirl> it’s two years old
PuckMe> That’s ok
RowdyGirl> ok one sec
I brought up the directory where I kept my photos, and found the one that I had sent Bobby. I thought I looked very cute in it, and also very innocent in my sophomore cheerleading outfit. My long, blonde hair was slightly shorter now, and I had grown another inch in height.
I dragged it onto my private message box, and addressed it to him, then clicked send. After a few seconds he responded.
PuckMe> Whoa! You’re hot!
RowdyGirl> :)
PuckMe> I mean it girl, you’re smoking!
RowdyGirl> thanks
PuckMe> Do you have a boyfriend?
RowdyGirl> not a steady one
PuckMe> Are the guys all blind where you live?
RowdyGirl> :) u r sweet
PuckMe> That’s what i hear
RowdyGirl> lol
PuckMe> What’s ur name?
RowdyGirl> mandy
PuckMe> Hi Mandy. I’m Drew
RowdyGirl> hi drew
PuckMe> How old are you?
RowdyGirl> 18
PuckMe> You sure? Because I don’t want to be messing with no jailbait
RowdyGirl> lol i’m sure
PuckMe> Sweet!
RowdyGirl> how old are you?
PuckMe> 20
RowdyGirl> you sound like ur mature
PuckMe> What do you do for fun?
RowdyGirl> all kinds of stuff. hang out with my friends, talk online
PuckMe> Do you talk to boys?
RowdyGirl> sometimes. there’s one I talk to a lot
PuckMe> Nice. Do you talk about everything?
RowdyGirl> yes
PuckMe> I used to have an online girl like that. Carly was her name. I could tell her anything
RowdyGirl> that’s how me and bobby are
PuckMe> On the night I lost my virginity, I got online and told Carly all about it
RowdyGirl> thats sweet
PuckMe> It was. I miss her
RowdyGirl> what happened to her?
PuckMe> We were both 16 and her parents found out what we were talking about, and took her computer away
RowdyGirl> that’s so sad
PuckMe> I was very upset
RowdyGirl> do you have a real life gf?
PuckMe> Oh yeah, but its not the same
RowdyGirl> i know what you mean. i would never tell the guys i date the things I tell bobby.
PuckMe> Exactly
RowdyGirl> u seem like a nice guy drew
PuckMe> Thanks. Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?
RowdyGirl> no go ahead
PuckMe> Are you a virgin?
RowdyGirl> no
PuckMe> How old were you the first time?
RowdyGirl> 15
PuckMe> Nice. Same age as I was
RowdyGirl> :)
PuckMe> I bet you have a great body
RowdyGirl> there haven’t been any complaints :p
PuckMe> lol
RowdyGirl> you have a nice body too
PuckMe> Thanks
I glanced over at his photo again, taking in the muscles of his arms, and the interesting bulge at the front of his jeans. My eyes traveled back up, over the lettering on his T-shirt, to soak in his handsome face. I was studying his lips when my eyes opened wide and I stared in shock at the words on the front of his shirt.
WATERFORD COLLEGE HOCKEY
Holy shit! That school was less than fifteen miles from my house. This guy was from around here.
RowdyGirl> omg, you goto waterford?
PuckMe> Yes, why?
RowdyGirl> I live near there!!
PuckMe> No way!
RowdyGirl> i do. We’re practically neighbors
PuckMe> Sweet!
RowdyGirl> do you ever go to riverton mall?
PuckMe> All the time!
RowdyGirl> i like to hang out there with my friends
PuckMe> We’ve probably seen each other and didn’t even know it
RowdyGirl> thats so weird
My message box lit up, and I saw it was from Bobby. It read, “hey, you here?”
RowdyGirl> hey i gotta go
PuckMe> :(
RowdyGirl> don’t be sad we’ll talk again
PuckMe> That’s cool. I’ll be on later tonight if you want to talk
RowdyGirl> can’t promise anything, but maybe
PuckMe> :)
RowdyGirl> :) bye
PuckMe> See ya
I signed off, and joined Bobby in private chat.
Strummer94> hey mandy
RowdyGirl> hi bobby! sorry about earlier.
Strummer94> what happened?
RowdyGirl> my computer had a virus and it froze
Strummer94> I was worried about you
RowdyGirl> :) that’s sweet
Strummer94> whacha been up to?
RowdyGirl> nothing. just chatting
Strummer94> oh
RowdyGirl> :) don’t be jealous now. you know you’re my online guy
Strummer94> :)
RowdyGirl> it was weird tho. it turned out the guy I was chatting with lives around me.
Strummer94> :(
RowdyGirl> come on don’t be like that. we just talked
Strummer94> i don’t like it
RowdyGirl> you’re being silly
Strummer94> :(
RowdyGirl> hey did you finish what we started before?
Strummer94> no i was interrupted
RowdyGirl> do you want to finish now?
Strummer94> :)
RowdyGirl> lol you guys are so easy
Strummer94> guilty as charged
RowdyGirl> want me to lead?
Strummer94> ok
RowdyGirl> what are you wearing?
Strummer94> jeans
RowdyGirl> push them down so you can touch your cock
Strummer94> ok they’re down
RowdyGirl> are you hard?
Strummer94> a little
RowdyGirl> stroke it for me.
Strummer94> getting harder
RowdyGirl> mmm i wish i was there to suck you
Strummer94> very hard now
RowdyGirl> :) my pussy is wet just thinking of your big cock
Strummer94> i wish it was your hand instead of mine touching me
RowdyGirl> mmm i would love that
Strummer94> are you touching yourself?
RowdyGirl> not yet hold on
I lifted my hips and pushed my shorts and panties down over my knees, pulling my feet out of them as they puddled to the floor. Spreading my legs, I slid my hand down and cupped my bare pussy, letting my finger slip between the slick outer lips. I groaned softly from the sensation, and teased over my swollen clit.
RowdyGirl> ok my clit is very hard
Strummer94> imagine its my tongue on it, licking you
RowdyGirl> oooh
Strummer94> taste yourself for me
I lifted my finger from my pussy and sucked on it, tasting the sweet muskiness of my arousal. God, this guy made me so horny.
RowdyGirl> i taste good
Strummer94> my cock is so hard, thinking of you doing that
RowdyGirl> mmm when i sucked my finger, i imagined it was your cock, wet from my juices after fucking me.
Strummer94> oh mandy you are so fucking hot
RowdyGirl> does your big cock want to stretch my little pussy?
Strummer94> i want to slide it all the way in and fill your tight cunt
RowdyGirl> oooh that’s so sexy
Strummer94> are you touching your clit?
RowdyGirl> oh yeah feels so good
Strummer94> slide your fingers inside
I did as he asked, fucking myself with two fingers, feeling my tight inner walls grasping snugly around the invasion. I imagined his cock, and what it would feel like sliding into me, spreading me open as I wrapped my legs around him.
RowdyGirl> i’m fucking myself imagining its your dick
Strummer94> that is so hot
RowdyGirl> are you stroking?
Strummer94> yeah i’m so hard.
RowdyGirl> imagine I’m lying beneath you with my legs spread wide, and you’re between them, sliding your thick cock in and out of my tight cunt
Strummer94> ohh so fucking good baby
RowdyGirl> fuck me bobby i need that hard cock
Strummer94> i lean down and take your nipple into my mouth, sucking it hard
RowdyGirl> oooh you know what i like
Strummer94> i’m getting close
RowdyGirl> me too
Strummer94> i wish i could hold you when you cum
RowdyGirl> i would love that. i want to feel you hot cum spurting deep into me.
Strummer94> getting so close baby
RowdyGirl> im with you
Strummer94> so good
RowdyGirl> yesssss
Strummer94> gonna cum
RowdyGirl> me too
My fingers flew over my clit, making a soft wet sound that joined my harsh breaths in the quiet room. The pleasure was condensing inside of me into a tight ball, driven towards the edge by my fingers and the images in my head of this guy I had never seen, but felt so close to. Knowing he was doing the same thing to himself, thousands of miles away, created a connection between us that no one but us would ever understand.
Suddenly, my climax hit, causing my body to arch slightly off the chair, my hips pressing into my hand as the waves of ecstasy rolled over me.
“Uhhhgggg!” I cried softly, keeping my finger moving over my spasming clit, extending my climax as my vision blurred.
My body twitched and quivered, and I thought of Bobby, spurting into his hand and thinking of me. I realized that, despite my brother’s warnings, if Bobby wanted to meet I would do it. I would even buy a plane ticket and meet him halfway. I needed his cock inside of me, not just imagining it.
Finally, I relaxed back into the chair, breathing hard and recovering from my orgasm.
Strummer94> that was incredible
RowdyGirl> mmmmm so fckng god
Strummer94> lol u always suck at typing after you cum
RowdyGirl> :)
Strummer94> i wish i could hold you now, i want to know what it feels like to make love to you.
RowdyGirl> mmm i wsh i culd fall asleeep on your chist
Strummer94> and wake up together
RowdyGirl> and fuck again
Strummer94> :) i like the way you think
RowdyGirl> bobby?
Strummer94> yes?
RowdyGirl> do you think its possible we could ever meet?
Strummer94> you mean in person?
RowdyGirl> yes
Strummer94> i don’t know. we live so far apart
RowdyGirl> i’d be willing to meet you somewhere
Strummer94> i don’t know mandy
RowdyGirl> why not?
Strummer94> what if i’m not what you expect?
RowdyGirl> bobby, i’ve told you, looks don’t matter
Strummer94> i just don’t think it will work
RowdyGirl> :(
Strummer94> don’t be sad
RowdyGirl> i feel so close to you, but we’ve never met
Strummer94> i know but we have a good thing here right?
RowdyGirl> yeah
Strummer94> lets just keep it like this for now. maybe someday we can meet
RowdyGirl> :) someday?
Strummer94> yeah maybe.
RowdyGirl> :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)
Strummer94> :)
RowdyGirl> do you mean that?
Strummer94> of course
RowdyGirl> then i’m happy :)
Strummer94> :) hey i gotta go
RowdyGirl> :) goodnight bobby
Strummer94> :) night mandy
The private chatroom window closed and I sat back in the chair, thinking about his last words. Someday? I smiled. There was hope after all. I felt warm inside, not only from my orgasm, but also from him telling me there was a chance.
I was about to get up and put my shorts back on, when a private message appeared on my screen. It was from PuckMe. “Hey, you still around?”
RowdyGirl> yeah
PuckMe> Were you talking to your online boyfriend?
RowdyGirl> yeah
PuckMe> That’s cool. Did you have fun?
RowdyGirl> oh yeah :)
PuckMe> Sounds like you had a lot of fun
RowdyGirl> we did. i’m a little sleepy now
PuckMe> Sweet. What did you two talk about?
RowdyGirl> a kinds of stuff
PuckMe> Did you talk about sex?
RowdyGirl> yeah
PuckMe> Did you get turned on?
RowdyGirl> yeah
PuckMe> That’s so sexy. I miss doing that with Carly.
RowdyGirl> yeah i like it a lot
PuckMe> Bobby is a lucky guy
RowdyGirl> :) that’s nice of you to say. hey brb
I was enjoying the conversation, but I had to pee real bad. I got up and put my panties and shorts back on, then made my way down the carpeted hall to the bathroom. My brother’s bedroom door was slightly ajar, and I glanced in as I went by, noticing he was sitting at his desk.
After peeing, I went back to my room, passing my brother’s door again. But as I passed it I stopped, frozen in my tracks. I had caught a brief glimpse of part of his computer screen, and what I saw made my eyes go wide.
I backed up and silently moved to his door, looking between the gap, focusing on the screen. I could only see part of it because his back was blocking the rest, but I saw I hadn’t been mistaken.
He was on the same chat board I used. I couldn’t believe it. What was he doing there? Was it just a coincidence?
Then I remembered. He had seen me on it earlier, when my computer was frozen. This wasn’t a coincidence. He was checking up on me.
I watched him for about a minute, waiting to see him type something. But he was just sitting there looking at the screen. What was he doing?
Then it hit me. I knew exactly what he was doing. He was waiting for someone he was chatting with to return, so they could continue their conversation.
Holy shit! He was PuckMe! My brother had created a user name so he could check up on me. It all made sense. He was a hockey player, so he would make up a persona that he was familiar with. He was even a center, so he didn’t even make that part up. And the picture he showed me was probably one of his teammates he used to play with around here. And I fell for it.
I felt the anger rising in me. He was checking up on me like I was a little kid.
I was just about to throw open his door and bust his ass, when a better idea popped into my head. I smiled. If my brother wants to play this game, I could too. I was going to teach him a lesson he’d never forget.
I crept back to my room, sat in my chair, placed my fingers on the keyboard, and then paused a moment to plan my strategy.
RowdyGirl> i’m back!
PuckMe> I was beginning to think you abandoned me. :p
RowdyGirl> just had to pee
PuckMe> Hope you took pictures
RowdyGirl> lol perv
PuckMe> That’s me.
RowdyGirl> so, you really liked my picture?
PuckMe> Oh yeah. You look sweet enough to eat.
RowdyGirl> mmm that sounds like fun. do you have a big cock?
PuckMe> 12 inches
RowdyGir> sounds like its too big for my little pussy
PuckMe> I’m sure if we tried hard enough, we could get it to fit.
I giggled softly. I couldn’t believe I was talking to my brother like this. And that he was in the room next door, saying these things back to me.
RowdyGirl > i don’t know. is it thick?
PuckMe > You couldn’t fit your hand around it.
RowdyGirl > mmm sounds yummy
PuckMe> I bet you give great head.
RowdyGirl> the best
PuckMe> Do you like the taste of cum?
RowdyGirl> love it. i like to swallow and then lick up any remaining drops
PuckMe> You sound like my kind of girl
RowdyGirl> and you look like my kind of guy
PuckMe> I would fuck you until you couldn’t see straight.
RowdyGirl> lol i think i would like that
PuckMe> Oh, you’d definitely like it.
RowdyGirl > is your dick hard now?
PuckMe > It’s been hard ever since I saw your photo.
RowdyGirl> i wish i could put my lips around it
PuckMe> Is your pussy wet?
RowdyGirl> soaked. it’s shaved nice and smooth too
PuckMe> Sounds very lickable.
RowdyGirl> it is. i wish your tongue was here
PuckMe> Can you touch it for me?
RowdyGirl> i am right now.
PuckMe> Very nice! I’m stroking my cock.
RowdyGirl> stroke it hard sexy. just like I want you to fuck me.
PuckMe> I bet your pussy is tight.
RowdyGirl> it is. and warm too
PuckMe> I’m going to come.
RowdyGirl> cum baby cum for me
RowdyGirl> drew you still there?
RowdyGirl> drew?
PuckMe> I’m here. Fuck that was good.
RowdyGirl> :)
PuckMe> You are so sexy.
RowdyGirl> thanx u too
PuckMe> I want to do this again with you.
RowdyGirl> that would be fun
PuckMe> tomorrow?
RowdyGirl> ok.
PuckMe> Mandy?
RowdyGirl> yes?
PuckMe> Since we live so close, would you like to meet sometime?
RowdyGirl> i would love that! at the mall maybe?
PuckMe> I was thinking of somewhere more private.
RowdyGirl> like where?
PuckMe> I can find a place. Do you want to?
RowdyGirl> sure!
PuckMe> Sweet! I’ll let you know.
RowdyGirl> k
PuckMe> I better go then.
RowdyGirl> bye drew
PuckMe> Bye
I leaned back in my chair with a grin on my face. My brother thought he was being sneaky, trying to set up a meeting with me. I knew he was testing me, seeing if I would go against what he asked me to do. But he didn’t know that I knew it was him, and he was the one in for a surprise. I was curious to see how far he would push it. I knew I was willing to go all the way, and meet him wherever he wanted, and then watch is face when I told him I knew all along. This was going to be fun.
I logged off and headed downstairs to get a snack. As I passed by Brandon’s room, he was coming out.
“Oh hi,” he said, “how’s your computer running?”
“Great!” I said with a smile. “Thanks to you.”
“You’re welcome. And stay away from that porn.” He grinned.
“Will do, brother,” I said, and continued down the hall.
He went into the bathroom, and I stopped at the top of the stairs, another fabulous idea coming to my mind. I quietly retraced my steps and crept into his room. He had a small wastebasket by his computer desk, and I picked it up and looked inside.
There were a couple of Kleenexes wadded together, and I picked them up and sniffed them. The distinctive aroma of semen struck my nose, and I smiled. The Kleenex was still damp and warm, so I knew it was fresh.
So, he actually had come with me. I felt a warm feeling in my tummy as I thought of him sitting here jacking off while thinking of me.
The toilet flushed, and I quickly threw the Kleenex back in the basket, hurried out of the room, and went downstairs.
That night, as I lay in bed trying to get to sleep, I went through my earlier chats in my head. I tried to focus on Bobby, recalling his words and how they made me feel. My pussy grew warm, and I slid my hand down, deciding to give myself one last orgasm to help me sleep.
As my finger teased over my clit, I fantasized about what Bobby looked like. Despite his protestations, he couldn’t be ugly, not with all the girls he always said he was with. Of course, he could have been lying about them, but I knew in my heart he wasn’t. The way he talked about touching girls, I knew he was speaking from experience.
I wondered what his tongue would feel like on my clit, and what his cock would feel like pumping into me from behind as I kneeled on the bed with my ass in the air.
But as I thought about lying between his legs and sucking his cock, then looking up at him to watch his face as I blew him, it was my brother’s face looking back down at me. My eyes jerked open and my finger stopped in mid flick.
Fuck. Stop that. Focus on Bobby, not Brandon.
Taking a deep breath, I imagined Bobby lying between my legs, filling my pussy with long deep strokes, and my passion rose again. My finger picked up speed as my climax approached, my breath came in short bursts. But as my pleasure went over the edge, and my orgasm began to jolt through me, my imagination betrayed me, and it was Brandon’s face looking down as me as he joined me in climax.
I groaned as my body spasmed, thinking of Brandon in the room beside me, stroking his cock to my words, and I had to bite my pillow to keep from crying out. After the convulsions were over, I relaxed into a dreamlike state, my fantasies of Bobby and Brandon blending into a jumbled mess in my head.
* * *
The next morning, a private message was waiting in my inbox:
PuckMe> Hey sexy, I had a lot of fun with you last night. Guess what? I set up a place for us to meet. Do you know where the Wander Inn is? It’s a small motel out by the interstate. I rented a room for the evening, just for us. It’s Room 138, and I’ll be waiting for you at nine o’clock tonight. I won’t be able to get online today, so I’ll see you then. I’m hard for you already. Drew.
I grinned. My brother wasn’t wasting any time. This was going to be so good. I was going to teach him a lesson he would never forget. This would be the last time he would try to check up on me.
I waited around for a few minutes to see if Bobby would show up. I wanted to let him know what was going on with my brother so we could laugh about it together. Also, he had seemed jealous about my new friend, and I wanted to show him he was worried about nothing.
But he wasn’t around, and then I remembered he had told me that he had to visit his grandparents today, and wouldn’t be online. So I sent him a message.
RowdyGirl> bobby, need to talk to you. let me know when you get home.
Went I went downstairs, Mom was sitting at the kitchen table. I got my bowl and spoon, and sat beside her, filling the bowl with cereal and milk.
“Where’s Brandon?” I asked nonchalantly.
“He has a hockey tournament today. Didn’t he tell you?”
“Oh yeah that’s right. I forgot all about it.”
“He probably won’t be back till late this evening.”
Yeah, probably not until nine o’clock, I thought, grinning to myself.
I called my friend Karen and asked her if she wanted to do some shopping with me. We spent the afternoon at the mall, and I picked out some sexy clothes for tonight. I got a nice short black skirt that showed off my legs quite nicely, and a red silk top that highlighted the twin, full swells of my breasts. Black pumps completed the outfit, and Karen said I looked like a slut, causing us to giggle together.
Although nothing was going to happen tonight, I wanted to make my brother think I was showing up to have some fun. That would make the surprise even better.
We also stopped at Victoria’s Secret, where I bought a matching set of bra and panties. They were black with lace trim, and slightly see-through. My brother would never get to see them, but they made me feel sexy and ready to act my part in this little play.
“Now you look like a high priced slut,” Karen said, and we burst into laughter again.
As evening approached, the butterflies began to flutter in my tummy. I checked the chat room for Bobby, but he was still out visiting his grandparents. It was time to get dressed.
When I finished, I stood in front of my mirror, checking out the complete package. I had to admit I looked hot and fuckable. My brother was going to blow a gasket when he saw me.
It was almost time to leave. I checked one last time to see if Bobby was around, but he was nowhere to be found. I realized that he would come home and probably look for me, so I decided to leave him a note.
RowdyGirl> hey bobby, been missing you. :( but i have some great news. that other guy i was chatting with turned out to be my brother. crazy huh? yeah, i guess he wanted to check up on me. but I’m going to get him back. he asked me to meet him at this crappy little motel called the wander inn, just to see if i would do it. And i told him i would. we’re meeting there at nine, and i can’t wait to see the look on his face when i tell him i knew it was him all along. i’ll tell you all about it when i get back home. see ya.
* * *
The gravel of the motel parking lot crunched under the tires of my car as I pulled in and found a spot in front of Room 138 at the end of the building. My dashboard clock read 9:03. I looked for my brother’s truck, but it wasn’t around. Which made sense, because if I saw his truck parked in the lot, I would know something was up. He probably parked it in the back.
I opened my purse and checked the note I had written. It read, ‘Brandon, I knew it was you all along.’ That was my proof in case he doubted me. I grinned.
Getting out and walking towards the door, a mixture of apprehension and excitement flowed through me. The lights of the room were off, but when I turned the door handle, it was unlocked, and slowly swung open.
I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. In the darkness of the room, I could barely make out someone lying in the bed, under the covers.
“Hi Drew?” I said.
“Hello Mandy,” Brandon whispered, “I’m glad you came.” He was trying to make his voice sound low so I wouldn’t recognize it.
“Me too. Why are the lights off?”
“It’s sexier that way. Come here.”
I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.
“My cock is hard for you.”
“I’ve been thinking of it all day.” If my brother wanted to push the limits, I was willing to push back.
“Is your pussy wet?”
“Yes.” It wasn’t a lie. The whole situation had gotten to me.
“Mmm, I can’t wait to taste it.”
“And I can’t wait to have your cock in my mouth.” Take that, brother.
“Touch it,” he said, lifting the covers slightly on my side.
My mind reeled. What was Brandon doing? Playing this game to teach me a lesson was one thing, but did he actually want me to touch his cock? I felt like I was playing a game of chicken that was getting too serious.
“Touch it?”
“Yes. Take my cock in your hand and see how much I want you.”
Fuck it. I wasn’t going to back down first. I’d always been curious about his dick anyway.
I slid my hand under the cover, reaching for him. I contacted hard skin and pulled back slightly, then moved forward again to gently grasp his erection in my hand.
He groaned softly as I held him. He was smaller than I imagined, and my fingers touched my palm as they curled around him. I slid my hand up, and immediately encountered the head, letting me know he wasn’t that long, either.
“That’s it baby, stroke that cock.”
It was so surreal to hear my brother talk like this, and to actually be holding his dick in my hand. His hand reached up and cupped my breast through my blouse.
A blush rose in my face as I felt my nipple harden from his touch. This wasn’t going how I had planned it. Things were getting out of control.
The hand on my breast slid up to my neck, and the next thing I knew I was being pulled downward. Our lips met and his tongue darted into my mouth, searching urgently as the rough stubble on his face rubbed against my cheeks and chin.
I couldn’t think coherently. My brother was kissing me! Part of me wanted to push him away, but another part reveled in the wrongness of it, feeling my pussy getting wetter.
What was he doing? This had gone far past teaching me a lesson. Then my mind reeled as a new thought occurred to me.
He wasn’t trying to teach me a lesson. He had set this whole thing up because he wanted to be with me. Brandon had created PuckMe because he wanted to fuck his sister without her knowing it was him. That’s why the lights were off.
My mind swam as I realized that was the only explanation. He wouldn’t be touching and kissing me like this if he intended to teach me a lesson. I was so much in shock, I didn’t resist as he pulled me down further, laying me back on the bed and moving over me, pulling the blanket from between us and pressing his naked body against me.
His tongue continued to probe my mouth, and I felt his hand slide up between my thighs, pressing against my satin-covered mound. I groaned softly from the touch. Wasting no time, he slid my panties to the side and pressed a finger into my wet pussy.
“Uhhhh,” I groaned, gripping his shoulders tightly and meeting his tongue with my own.
Was this really happening? Was I really lying in a seedy motel with my brother’s fingers in my snatch? I felt like I was in a dream.
I reached down and gripped his cock again, tighter this time, and stroked him with my fist. He grunted and jammed his fingers deeper into my cunt, sending a wave of pleasure through me.
But something was wrong.
It started as a seed of doubt in the back of my mind, and grew from there, until I couldn’t ignore it any longer. Was it because this was my brother? I examined my feelings and decided it wasn’t. It was something else. But what?
His hand moved up and made quick work of the buttons of my blouse, pulling my bra down on one side, and leaning in to latch his mouth onto my nipple, sucking hungrily.
I sighed from the pleasure, but my doubts continued. What was it? Something was all wrong about this whole thing. Something was off – something I had noticed but hadn’t paid attention to. I racked my brain, trying to think of what it could be, as my brother’s teeth bit at my swollen nipple.
Then it hit me. Hard. It was the stubble on his face. My brother couldn’t grow a beard to save his life. The times he had tried had left his face with just sparse wispy hairs after even a week of not shaving. He had taken a lot of ribbing from his friends because of it.
The realization thudded through my mind like a sledgehammer. This wasn’t my brother.
“No!” I screamed, pushing him off me and turning over to scramble up the bed. I was able to reach the lamp and hit the switch before his strong hands caught me by the arm and pulled me down. He flipped me back over and moved over me again, his weight pinning me to the bed.
I stared up in horror at his face. As I already knew, it wasn’t Brandon. But it also wasn’t the cute hockey player whose photo I had seen. This was a man. An older man who was leering down at me with a cruel smile on his face.
“Let me go!” I screamed. I tried to flail at him with my arms, but he was too strong, and held me by my wrists.
He chuckled. “You’re feisty. I like it.”
“Get off of me!” Then I screamed, but this just caused him to laugh harder.
“Go ahead and scream. We’re all alone out at this end of the motel. No one’s going to hear you.”
I screamed again, louder this time.
“You’re wasting your breath, sexy. What’s the matter, I don’t look like my picture?” He laughed again.
“Let me go!”
“You cunts are all the same. You get online and tease every guy who comes along, acting like sluts. But when it comes to reality, you’re just a little girl. Well, tonight, I’m going to turn you into a woman.”
“Get the fuck off me!”
He quickly let go of my wrist and reached down, grabbing my bra between my breasts and yanking it up. The material stretched, then tore apart, and my breasts bounced free. I screamed again, and clawed at his face with my free hand. He caught it again, and pinned it to the bed, but I noticed with some satisfaction I had drawn blood from a long scratch on his cheek.
“Fucking bitch, you better watch yourself. Because if you want to get physical, I guarantee you’re going to lose that battle.”
I writhed and struggled with all my might, feeling the panic rising in me. This couldn’t be happening.
He responded by leaning down into me, kissing me hard. I groaned out in pain, but I waited for his tongue to probe into me, knowing he wouldn’t get it back if he did. But he was smart enough to not let it get near my teeth, and instead I felt his hand working between my legs. My panties were pulled outward, stretching and then tearing, and I felt the cool air of the room on my exposed pussy.
“No!” I cried. “No!”
His only response was to laugh and shift his body between my legs, forcing my thighs apart with his strength. I felt his stiff cock bumping against my tender skin.
I screamed again, loud and long, wishing all of this away. It was just a horrible nightmare and I was going to wake up in my bed any moment now.
He laughed and flexed his hips forward, missing my entrance and pressing his cockhead into the juncture of my thigh.
I kept screaming.
Suddenly, I heard the door burst open with a loud bang. The stranger turned his head and emitted a surprised grunt, Next thing I knew he was being lifted off me, and I saw Brandon standing there, holding the man in the air with his hand around his throat.
My brother’s fist came back and launched forward, catching the stranger right in the face, snapping his head back like a whip. Brandon re-cocked, then hit him again, sending a spray of blood from his nose. Then one more time, letting him go with his other hand. The man flew back against the wall, hitting it hard, then crumpling to the floor.
Brandon looked at me, where I was still lying back in shock with my legs spread. His face darkened again in anger, and he leapt on top of the man, punching him again and again. I could hear the stranger crying and pleading for him to stop, but I knew he wouldn’t. He was going to beat this man to death with his fists.
“No! I cried, and scrambled out of the bed, running to my brother, encircling his broad shoulders in my arms and hugging tightly to him.
“Stop!” I shouted, “You’re killing him!”
But he continued to hammer at the guy’s face, ignoring me.
“Brandon, please!” I pressed my face against his, feeling the heat of his anger. “He’s not worth it.”
Finally, he stopped, breathing hard as he stared down at the groaning man. I pressed my face into his neck, holding onto him, wanting to protect him from his own anger.
After a long moment, he spoke. “Are you ok? Did he do anything to you?”
I shook my head. “No, you got here just in time.”
He took me in his arms and held me to him, and all the fear that had been coursing through me seemed to drain out of my body from his touch. I relaxed into his strong embrace, knowing I was safe in his arms.
The man on the floor groaned again, and tried to get up. His face was puffy and bloodied, and his nose was bent at an odd angle. One eye was almost swollen shut.
Brandon removed his arms from me and stood, causing the man to cower and whimper softly. But instead of moving towards him, Brandon walked to the chair that held his clothes. Rummaging into the pants pocket, he pulled out a wallet. The man groaned again.
Brandon flipped through the photos. “Nice wife and kids you got here. I’m sure they’d be proud of you.”
He pulled out the man’s driver’s license and scanned it. “Chester Brand, of West Brownsville, I’m going to hold onto this.” He shoved the license into his back pocket, then scooped up the pile of clothes, walked to the door, and threw them outside.
He walked back over to the man, and stood on his hand, creating a crunching sound and causing the man to cry out in pain.
“Chester, you should be thankful I’m more concerned with taking care of my sister than beating the fuck out of you right now. Who knows, tomorrow I might pull out your driver’s license and look at your ugly fucking face, and decide to pay you another visit. But for now, I want you to get the fuck out.” He moved his foot off the man’s hand.
The man groaned and tried to get up.
“And if you ever contact my sister again, I’ll fucking kill you. You got that?”
The man nodded and stood, grunting in pain. He looked like he had been run over by a truck. His penis had shrunk to a tiny lump that dangled limply between his legs.
He began to shuffle towards the door, but my brother grabbed the back of his neck and hustled him along, shoving him through the opening, causing him to trip and fall face-first onto the gravel. Brandon slammed the door and locked it.
He turned back to me and our eyes met. I felt the tears coming and he stepped close and took me in his arms again. I melted into him and he supported my weight, holding me against his chest. I sobbed softly, burying my face into his shirt.
He caressed my hair. “It’s ok, you’re safe now.”
“I’m sorry.” My voice hitched.
“Hey, it’s not your fault. Are you sure he didn’t do anything?”
“I’m sure. I was just so scared.”
“I heard you screaming, and I thought he had hurt you. I could never forgive myself if he had.”
“I don’t want to think about what would have happened if you hadn’t shown up.” I began crying harder.
He held me tighter. “I have you, Mandy.”
I cried against him, blotching the front of his shirt with my tears. I was only dimly aware that my bare breasts were pressing against his chest. His hands caressed my back, comforting me.
After a few minutes, I sniffled and pulled slightly back, giving him a weak smile. “Thanks Brandon.”
He brushed my hair away from my face. “You’re welcome. You scared me.”
I gave him a puzzled look. “How did you know I was here?”
His face became clouded, and he avoided my eyes. “It doesn’t matter.”
My look became more curious. “Tell me.”
“Please, Mandy, just drop it.”
“I want to know.”
“You’ll get mad.”
“No I won’t, Brandon. You probably just saved my life. I can’t be mad at you.”
“Promise?”
“Of course.”
“Yesterday, when I fixed your computer, I installed a program that allowed me to see your screen from my monitor. I saw the note you sent to Bobby before you left, telling him you were meeting the guy you thought was your brother. I knew it wasn’t me, so I got here as fast as I could.”
I stared at him. “You spied on me?”
“You promised you wouldn’t get mad.”
“Why?”
“I was worried about you.”
I continued to stare at him. The emotions boiled inside of me. Part of me was angry for what he did, but the other part knew I’d be in serious trouble right now if he hadn’t.
Finally, my face softened. “Thank you.”
He smiled softly. “You’re not mad?”
“I little, but I guess you had good reason to worry. Look at me.”
“You’re safe now. That’s all that matters.”
I studied his face a moment longer. “Were you watching my chat with Bobby last night?”
The blush crept up onto his cheeks. “Mandy, let’s just drop it, ok? I’ll remove the watcher program when we get home.”
“You did watch us, didn’t you?”
He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter.”
I thought about what Bobby and I had done together last night. Brandon had watched that? He saw me fucking Bobby with my words? When I recalled the wadded Kleenexes in his waste basket, a twinge of pleasure went through me. Had he jacked off while watching us? I was convinced he had.
“It does matter, Brandon.”
“I just want to keep you save, Mandy, that’s all. It doesn’t matter if you two talk about some girl named Rachael, or if you have cybersex with each other. My only concern was keeping you out of danger.”
“But you watched us.”
“I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
That wasn’t the answer I was looking for. I wanted him to tell me that yes, he watched me, and he enjoyed it. Enjoyed it so much that he had to stroke himself to orgasm as he watched his sister with another guy. He was still holding me, and I felt my nipples tighten and press against his chest as we stared at each other.
My thoughts returned to what he had said, rolling it over in my mind. Something didn’t make sense, but I couldn’t figure out what. I tried to slow down the words, going over each one. What did he say?
Then it came to me, and once again, my mind reeled in shock.
No. It couldn’t be. That just wasn’t possible. I went over it again and again in my mind. But the more I thought about it, the more I was convinced it was true.
I must have had an odd expression on my face, because he said, “Mandy, don’t look at me like that. I promise I’ll take the program off your computer.”
I stared at him, my heart beating wildly. “That won’t be necessary.”
His brow furrowed, looking curious. “What do you mean?”
“You won’t have to take the program off.”
“Why not?”
“Because you didn’t put it on there.”
“Huh?”
“There’s no program watching me.”
“Mandy, you’re not making sense.”
“You said we talked about Rachael.”
“So?”
“Bobby and I didn’t talk about Rachael last night. We talked about her in the afternoon, before my computer froze.”
He shook his head. “You’re mistaken. I know what I saw.”
“Yes, you did see it. But you saw it in the afternoon.”
“Mandy, you’re confused.”
“No, I’m not. You didn’t install a watcher program because you don’t need one.”
“Mandy, please stop this.”
“And the reason you don’t need one is because I tell you all of my secrets voluntarily. I share everything with you, Bobby.”
“What? What are you saying?”
“You know what I’m saying. You’re Bobby. The guy I’ve been so close to for the past year. The guy I’ve shared everything with. The guy I’ve made love to with my words during all those late nights. The guy who’s shared his secrets with me, and made love to me.”
“Mandy, that’s crazy.”
“No, it makes complete sense. That’s why you never sent me your picture. And that’s why you said you lived on the other side of the country, so there would be no chance of us wanting to meet.”
“Please, just stop.”
I looked into his eyes. There was no anger or denial. Only a pleading for me to stop. I put my hand on his chest.
“It’s ok, Brandon. I’m not upset. I’m glad it’s you.”
“Mandy, we can’t.”
I slid my hands up on his shoulders and pulled him down as I pulled myself up. I turned my face upwards, my lips searching for his.
“Mandy…”
I pulled harder, and our lips met, so soft against each other. I could feel him resisting, his hands on my waist trying to push me away. But I clung tighter to him, kissing him gently, reassuring him that I wanted him too.
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