Roomies (closed)

[whisperwish19]

Samantha 'Sam' Wells, 21
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I groaned audibly as I struggled to shield my eyes from the late morning sunlight that streamed through my bedroom window. Eventually I gave up and let my eyes flutter open, slowly adjusting to the unholy brightness of my room. A glance at my rarely used alarm clock told me it was nearly noon already. Despite the fact that my body wanted nothing more than to role over and go back to sleep, I forced myself to sit up.

My head was pounding, thanks to the bottle of tequila that my friends and I had finished off the night before, and my body ached with every move. Nonetheless, I swung the sheet off my lower body and pivoted until my bare feet were touching the hard wood floor. As I stood and stretched, my arms shooting out above my head and my back arching, the cool air coming through the window tickled my skin and caused my nipples to harden.

Like most nights, I had slept in the nude and was still nude as I started to step out of my bedroom into the main living area of my loft apartment. At the last minute I reminded myself that I wasn't alone. My younger brother, David, had moved in with me a few weeks before. Moving away from the door, I found a yellow tank top and slipped it on over my head, pulling it down over my bare breasts. I then spent the next three minutes trying to find some pants to put on before finally settling on a pair of zebra print panties.

Newly clothed, or at least partially clothed, I emerged from my room and made my way into the living room/kitchen area. It was a mess. Of course, like usual, most of the mess was left by myself or my friends. There was no denying the fact that I was a slob, and the more my friends and I drank, the bigger the messes we made. Clothes, empty bottles and dirty dishes covered the coffee table, the couch and the kitchen counters...well, okay, there weren't any clothes on the kitchen counter, but you get the picture.

The truth was, I'd become an even bigger slob once my little brother had moved in. He didn't have money for rent, so the deal was, he was in charge of cooking and cleaning, at least until he got a job and started saving some money. Which begged the question, why was my living room and kitchen such a mess?

Marching over to his bedroom door I knocked loudly, "You'd better get out here and clean this place up, Davie-boy! Right now!" Not waiting for an answer, I opened the bedroom door and stepped in to see what exactly my brother was up to.

 

[Horny_Aussie_72]

“How much did I drink last night?” I thought as I groaned in response to Samantha’s demand of appearing in the living room and cleaning it up. I stumbled over to the door still half drunk from the night before, and opened the door. “I’ll clean it up Sam. Let me wake up first.” I protested as I walked past her, on my way to the toilet for my usual morning visit.

When I got to the bathroom, and went to lower my boxers, I realised I was naked. “FUCK!” I thought to myself, “Sam has just seen me naked.” I finished peeing, and grabbed a towel, wrapped it around my waist, and reappeared in the living area. I headed through to the kitchen, and flicked the kettle on and started making myself coffee, and without thinking, I made Sam one too.

While the kettle was boiling, I was careful to avoid eye contact with Sam as I went in to my room, pulled on a pair of boxers, and a pair of shorts, before returning to the kitchen. By the time I returned to the kitchen the kettle had boiled, so I finished making the coffees, and returned to the living area with both cups of coffee.

I handed Sam her coffee, and said “Sorry about what you may have seen this morning Sam, I thought I had my boxers on. It was some party last night huh?” It was then I realised her skimpy yellow tank-top, and her zebra striped panties. This realisation immediately sent my cock from limp and lifeless, to a tent pole. I sat down across the room from Samantha so she wouldn’t notice my hard cock, and said “Next time I think the party should be at their place.” as I finished chuckling, I continued “I’ll get cleaning as soon as I finish my coffee, ok sis?”

 

[whisperwish19]

Hello, Penis, I thought as my kid brother brushed past me, completely butt naked and apparently unaware of it. It wasn't the first time I'd seen his penis, but it was the first time I'd seen it in several years. It was hard not to notice that it had grown...a lot. As he sauntered casually across the living room toward the bathroom, I leaned against the wall, watching with a smirk on my face as his cock dangled between his legs. He had a nice butt too. Honestly, I was kind of surprised Davie wasn't more of a player, considering what he had to work with.

By the time he emerged from the bathroom it was obvious he had finally realized that he had just exposed himself to me. His cheeks were red as he came out with a towel wrapped around his waist covering his package. As he moved into the kitchen and started some coffee, I plunked myself down on the couch, pushing a pizza box and a jacket out of my way.

David disappeared into his room and returned a few moments later wearing a pair of shorts. At least partially suppressing the grin on my face, I continued to stare at my brother's crotch until he finally joined me in the living room, handing me a cup of coffee. I don't know if he noticed where my eyes were directed, but he immediately tried to apologize for his unintentionally exposure.

I shrugged it off. It wasn't like I hadn't walked through the apartment half naked before myself. Of course, there was a long distance between half naked and completely naked, but still, no sense busting his balls about it.

"You'd better," I said in response to his promise to start cleaning. "That's the deal, right? I let you live here with me, you do what I say. Speaking of which, why don't you fix me some pancakes?"

As I thought about how good some pancakes covered in syrup and butter would taste, I stretched my legs out on the couch and leaned my head back against the arm of the couch. I had definitely had to much to drink the night before and my body was trying to remind me. I arched my back slightly, pushing my chest up and stretching my arms out.

"Hmmm, actually before you do anything, why don't you rub my feet?" I suggested to David as I lifted one in the air and wriggled my toes in his direction.

 

[Horny_Aussie_72]

I sat in my chair and grumbled to himself about being a slave as Sam's list for the day was getting longer each time she opened her mouth. 'Clean this, make me that.' I thought, not game enough to mouth off to his sister. My eyes were wondering up and down the soft, silkiness of Sam's legs as I took a long deep mouthful of my coffee.

I had trouble keeping the mouthful of coffee in my mouth, and not spray it all over the living room, when he heard Sam say "Hmmm, actually before you do anything, why don't you rub my feet?"

Almost instantly, I stood up and put my cup down on the table, and walked in to the bathroom, and returned instantly with a bottle of baby oil, before sitting on the lounge at Sam's feet. He patted his lap, and Sam's feet were there in a heartbeat. I opened the baby oil, and poured some in to my hands before rubbing the greasy liquid over my sisters feet. I was surprised at how soft, and smooth the soles of her feet were. There was no hard, or rough skin on the soles of her feet, not even on the heels.

I dug my thumbs in to the soles of her feet, working the muscles in her foot, as my fingers worked over the top of her foot. I moved one hand under her heel, and started working the back of her ankle, as my other hand rubbed the top of her foot. Gradually my hands moved up and massaged calf and shin, before moving up to her knee.

As my hand touched her knee, Sam slid one leg off my lap and on to the floor. That was when I saw a damp spot in the middle of her panties. My eyes were fixated on the spot in her panties. My hands kept rubbing Sam's leg, slowly working higher, and I was convinced that the damp spot was getting bigger. I was transfixed by this spot. I knew that Sam was getting turned on, and in turn, my cock started growing, rapidly.

I saw my hand getting higher, and higher on Sam's thigh. As my hand got higher I could see the wet spot getting even bigger. I kept massaging her thigh as I watched the wet patch grew bigger and bigger. By this time, my cock was so hard, I knew that Sam could see it if she looked. My eyes flicked up to Sam's face, and she was lying on the lounge with her eyes shut. So I was relieved, and my eyes returned to the wet patch in the middle of Sam's legs.

I watched as my fingers gently moved right up her thigh, and started gently brushing the elastic around the top of her thigh, and then as if my fingers had their own mind, they gently raked their way across the wetness.

A jolt of realisation hit me like a lightning bolt as I saw where my fingers were, what they were doing, and where they were situated on my sisters body. The whole thing overwhelmed me, and snapped me clean out of my hangover. I stopped massaging Sam's legs, and got up, headed for the kitchen, and called out to Sam, "You still want those pancakes?" Hoping against hope she didn't see my excited state.

 

[whisperwish19]

When I asked my brother to rub my feet, I hadn't really expected him to do it, but then again I didn't expect him to just get up and walk away either, which is what he did. I picked on him a lot. I always had, and it was probably worse now that he was staying in my apartment. He was pretty much at my mercy, and I didn't have a lot of mercy as a rule. So, I guess it should be expected that occasionally he would get fed up and just want to get away from me.

Just seconds after disappearing into the bathroom though, David reappeared with a bottle of baby oil in his hands. I did my best not to act surprised or excited as he sat down at the end of the couch and motioned for me to put my feet on his lap. I quickly complied, thrilled at the thought of actually getting a foot rub.

And what a foot rub it was. I was almost instantly in heaven at the touch of my baby brother's hands on my feet. I don't know if he is some kind of foot massage savant or if he has been moonlighting at some kind of massage institute, but I melted into the rubbing, my whole body relaxing. I honestly am surprised I wasn't purring. That's how amazing it felt.

And the wonder didn't stop at my feet either. Soon, David's hands were moving up to my calves which ached with joy at his touch. I know it sounds crazy, but the massage felt so good, I was actually getting a little turned on, even if it was my brother who was doing the massaging. At one point I was so into it, I realized I was rubbing one foot against his leg, dangerously close to that penis I'd seen earlier. I quickly dropped that foot to the floor before I accidentally came in contact with my brother's meat stick.

When David's hands started moving past my knees, up my thighs, I realized I should stop him, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Instead I just closed my eyes and enjoyed every inappropriate moment. I was getting so wet, for a moment I actually feared that he would notice, then quickly decided I didn't care. It wasn't like I hadn't seen him with a boner, like a million times. So what if he noticed a little wet spot on my panties, okay, a big wet spot. Most likely he wasn't looking at my crotch, not Davie Boy. He wouldn't do that.

Despite my state of complete and utter relaxation, it took every bit of restraint I had not to react when I felt my brother's fingers reach the top of my thighs, and then brush ever so lightly against the dampness of my panties. Even as I wondered how accidental that brush was, David pulled away, abruptly ending the massage.

I opened my eyes just as he was standing up and starting toward the kitchen, and quickly realized that I wasn't the only one who had gotten a little too worked up during the impromptu massage. Davie Boy was sporting some serious wood in his shorts at that moment, which must have been why he stopped when he did. In one of those rare moments of mercy, I decided not to give him a hard time about it. Get it? Hard time? Not that I could really make fun of him considering my panties were nearly soaked through and my nipples were stiff.

After acknowledging that I did indeed expect him to make me pancakes, I took the opportunity to slip into my bedroom, pick out some actual clothes to wear, take a quick shower, and finger myself to a quite satisfying orgasm before returning to the living room ten minutes later, smiling broadly.

"Smells good," I said as I grabbed the plate of pancakes from the counter and sat down on the couch. "So, what do you have planned today, besides cleaning this place?"

 

[Horny_Aussie_72]

I had just dished up Samantha’s pancakes when she emerged from her room fully clothed. I smiled at her when she took the plate of pancakes off the counter, and said “Smells good.” I couldn’t help but stare at her ass as she walked back to the lounge, it was mesmerising the way it wiggled when she walked. I was lost in a series of thoughts as her ass wiggled, and almost didn’t hear her say “So, what do you have planned today, besides cleaning this place?"

When it had registered Samantha had actually said something, it snapped me back to reality, and I was just able to gather what she had said. I used the top of the kitchen bench to hide as I readjusted the erection that hadn’t quite subsided since her foot rub, and had reappeared with a vengeance, as the thoughts of Samantha and her nakedness flooded through my mind.

“I hadn’t really made any plans today, I kind of had thoughts I would be more hung-over, and guessed that today would be spent cleaning.” I said, as I flipped the next batch of pancakes.

I stood in the kitchen watching the pancakes cook, but unable to shake the vision of that wet spot in Samantha’s panties from my mind. It was burned in to my mind like one of those images you never want to forget.

My cock had softened enough to feel somewhat normal, so I dished up my pancakes, and went and sat across from Samantha. “Did you want to go for a swim later today Sam?” I asked, dreading the response, but half hoping Sam was going to give me some excuse to rub my hands over her semi-nakedness.

 

[whisperwish19]

As David sat down across from me, I couldn't help but sneak a quick peek at his junk. He wasn't sporting the giant woody that he had a little while ago but I could still see a bulge that made me smirk slightly. I decided he was just a typical teenage boy, constantly horny and able to get hard at the drop of a hat.

“Did you want to go for a swim later today Sam?” he asked as I licked a glob of syrup from my bottom lip.

"I guess, once the apartment is cleaned," I responded. "Unless you're just suggesting that in the hope that I'll invite some of my friends and you can sit around and ogle them in their bikinis all afternoon."

"My friends are not just fodder for your spank bank, little brother," I joked, making a jerking motion with one hand.

 

[Horny_Aussie_72]

I nearly choked as I heard Sam say, "My friends are not just fodder for your spank bank, little brother." and I felt my cheeks start to burn.

When I managed to catch my breath, I said to Sam, half laughing, "The only girl in my spank bank is you Sam." I finished my pancakes, and took my plate out to the kitchen. I started stacking the dishwasher, and returned to the lounge room to pick up a handful of plates, and a couple of glasses left on the coffee table from last nights party, before returning to the

I still felt a little embarrassment from my comment to Sam, so I took a little longer to stack the dishwasher, before returning to the lounge room to collect the last of the plates. I didn't look at Sam, but I said, "I think it will probably take me an hour or so to clean up, but I would like it if it was just you and I who go swimming. Spend some quality brother/sister time."

I returned to the kitchen, and finished stacking it, turned it on, and started to get rid of the rubbish, before returning to the lounge room armed with my garbage bag, and started picking up the rubbish. As I made my way through the lounge room picking up the rubbish, I trod on a toothpick, and fell forward, landing on Sam, with one of my hands landing squarely on her breast. I felt like a goose for falling on Sam, and was laughing at myself, but as the position of my hand became clear to me, I felt embarrassed again, and instantly my cock jumped to full attention. "Shit! Sorry Sam." I said as I stood back up. "But now I can add a feeling to the spank bank too." I laughed as I turned away and picked up more rubbish.

 

[whisperwish19]

"The only girl in my spank bank is you Sam," I heard David say with a chuckle.

I was actually speechless for a second, not a common occurrence for me, trust me. When I finally did speak it was in a mocking tone, "You little pervert you." My brother didn't rise to the bait, but instead disappeared to the kitchen and began cleaning.

I lounged there on the sofa while Davie boy cleaned, wondering just how much truth there was in his comment. He'd obviously gotten a woody earlier while he was massaging me and I'd seen his eyes on my body a dozen or more times in just the last week. Fuck. My little brother wanted to get in my pants!

I was focused on exactly how I would use this bit of information to torture my little brother when he walked back into the 'living room' and proceeded to trip over his own feet and tumble forward onto me. It took me a moment to realize that David's hand was pressing tightly against my left boob.

"Shit! Sorry Sam." He said before starting to push himself back up to his feet, "But now I can add a feeling to the spank bank too."

I laughed with him even as he turned his back to me and started to pick up some trash. I stuck my foot out and slipped it between his legs from behind, letting it brush against his package as I said, "Careful, Davie Boy, don't start something you can't finish."

 

[Horny_Aussie_72]

When I felt Sam's foot brush against my package, I grabbed her foot and held it against my cock, that responded instantly to Sam's touch, and ground my cock against the top of her foot. When she said "Careful, Davie Boy, don't start something you can't finish." I shot her a look over my shoulder, and said smugly, "Oh Sam, I'm willing to finish it, the question is are you."

I dropped Sam's foot, and put the rubbish I had been carrying in to the garbage bag that had the majority of the rubbish in it, and picked it up and took it out to the garbage chute, and disposed of the rubbish. I stood there ad felt my cheeks burning with my bluntness to my sister. 'I would love to fuck her, but coming out and saying it like that, putting all my cards on the table, what the fuck was I thinking.' I chastised myself.

I walked back in to the apartment, and finished stacking the dishwasher, and turned it on without even looking at Sam. Once the dishwasher was going, I started mopping the floors, confining myself to the kitchen to avoid Sam. I intentionally kept my back to her, as I mopped the floor. When I had finished the floor, I said to Sam, "The floor is wet in the kitchen Sam." As I passed through the lounge room, to my room, and closed my door.

I threw myself on my bed, and toyed with the idea of pulling my cock out and stroking it, but decided against it, because knowing my sister she would be coming through the door unannounced any second to see what was wrong. So I just laid there and waited.

 

[whisperwish19]

After David disappeared into his room, closing the door behind him, I laid on the couch for another ten minutes just trying to make sense of how he was acting. My brother had always been on the shy, quiet side, and always quick to please me. I mean, he's a teenager so of course he's a horn dog, but I couldn't remember the last time I'd actually seen him flirt with a girl. Don't get me wrong, he's a cute kid, okay, he's more than cute, he's a hottie, but I guess I've always thought of him as my little brother, the kid I picked on since my parents brought him home from the hospital, sooooo it was kind of a shock to have him grind himself against my foot, even if I did start it. And perhaps even more surprising were the things he had said.

Was he freaking serious? The big, fat boner in his pants earlier certainly implied that he wasn't just joking, but this was my little brother, this was my Davie boy?

And he wasn't the only one who was behaving strangely. No denying that. I'd got more than a little wet when David had been rubbing my feet and legs. Hell, I'd gotten worked up just from seeing my brother walk past me with his dong out earlier. Granted I can get wet at the drop of a hat, but still, getting wet because of my own brother was a new one for me.

Curious, I finally pushed myself off of the couch and made my way over to David's bedroom. I grabbed the door knob and barged in without knocking, one hand playfully placed over my eyes as if I expected to be interrupting something I shouldn't be seeing, "Sorry, don't mind me, I'm just checking to see if my brother is in here, I'm afraid aliens may have abducted him and replaced him with some kind of pod person..." As I moved close to the bed, I 'fell' forward and landed next to him on the bed.

"Soooo you give a pretty mean foot rub there, little brother," I commented, my eyes locked on his and a grin on my face. "I'm thinking that maybe I need to add that to your list of daily chores if you're going to keep living here."

 

[Horny_Aussie_72]

I had a quiet chuckle to myself as Sam barged in to my room with her hand over her eyes, saying "Sorry, don't mind me, I'm just checking to see if my brother is in here, I'm afraid aliens may have abducted him and replaced him with some kind of pod person..." I watched her curves move as she moved closer to the bed and 'fell' forward and landing next to me. I didn't answer her straight away, I was still a little inwardly shocked at my own behaviour, but hey, I'll admit it, 'My sister is a fucking hottie.'

Sam broke the silence by saying, "Soooo you give a pretty mean foot rub there, little brother," I din't answer Sam, I wanted to see where she was going, as she continued saying, "I'm thinking that maybe I need to add that to your list of daily chores if you're going to keep living here." A smile spread across my face, and I placed a hand on Sam's hips, and gently rubbed it up and down over the subtle curve of her hip.

"I don't know why you think my foot rubs are so good sis, I just rub them. But if it's going to be a daily thing, I'm afraid I might have to ask you to dress in something more suitable. I'll give you a daily massage, but only if you let me give you a full body massage. Nothing sexual, just your back, and legs. I mean shit, you are my sister, and it's not like I'd want you anyhow." I said with a laugh. "Besides you still have those smelly cooties." Laughing even harder, remember how we used to muck around as kids.

Lying there staring at Sam, I decided to ask my sister about a subject that had always managed to be avoided. "So Sam, tell me. Even though you have those smelly cooties, how is it a girl as hot as you manages to stay single?" I asked as I looked deeply in to Sam's eyes, and thought I could see the sexual fire burning deep with in her.