Fly on the Wall

Fly On The Wall

"Mm, oh, yes, yes, Matthew, yes, God, please, harder, please!"

I was sitting against the wall of my bedroom, listening to the loud squeals and shrieks that my brother's current girlfriend was giving off, disgustedly painting my nails. While I had never personally been in his bed for that purpose, I knew that he was only using her. That, and she smelled like drugs and was disgusting. Maybe that was just my jealousy talking. I really don't know.

Anyways, I was sitting there, exposing myself to that torture again as he grunted and groaned his drunken approval of her body. I could only imagine what they were doing, being that I didn't have x-ray vision and I never dared ask him what he was actually doing. He probably wouldn't have told me, anyways, because I knew that because I was only thirteen I meant nothing to him.

I almost twitched when I heard his smooth voice start whispering dirty affections into his ear, and by the grace of a ninja I barely managed to keep my bottle of purple nail polish from pouring all over my clean blue sheets. My comforter was being washed at the moment, which was why I wasn't asleep. And it was like, two in the morning. They both were drunk. I figured that he hadn't actually fucked her because she started begging him to, and abruptly he stopped and kicked her out - as usual. Told her she wasn't special enough.

Once my nails had dried and the bottle was on my bedstand, I had turned on my side and put my head on my bare pillow. Our mom was so... special sometimes, what with her sudden need to wash clothes and clean stuff at all hours of the damn night. What surprised me was that he didn't go to bed right away; rather, that he got up and exited his room, shortly knocking on my door. I hadn't been able to put my pajamas on (I was only in a bra and underwear at that point) before he simply walked in.

Jesus, he was gorgeous! I'd always thought that. Ever since I'd started masturbating, he'd always been the first one I thought of (besides those cute movie stars, of course). Flat stomach (not muscled, though - he hated working out), nice chest, beautiful blond hair that he constantly dyed... clear skin. I wished I could look as good as him, I always had.

When he saw me, sitting there and blushing, trying to cover as much as I could with the wrinkled bedsheet I laid on, his voice - a drunken, smooth drawl - echoed in my large room as he slid onto my bed, hand sliding over my ass. I swallowed, not meaning to, but pressing against his hand.

"You're special enough," he said quietly, voice slurring, the smell of cheap vodka wafting through my nose. I shivered as he slid his hand into my underwear, cold fingers toying with my ass. "Damn, you're warm. I won't fuck her but I'd definitely fuck you, sister or not. Mmm."

He pulled me by my hair to look at him. It should have hurt but it didn't, and I felt my pussy throb somewhat to the syllables of his words, and when he suddenly kissed me, I clenched my legs shut and shuddered. He smirked. Oh God, Matt was drunk, he must have been, he couldn't want to do this with me, could he - ooh. "Your little clitty's nice and hard, isn't it? Must be, 'cause your underwear's soaked, kid."

When Matt ran the tip of his finger along the lips of my pussy I almost lost it, pressing against his hand needily. He complied with my non-verbalized wish and began to stroke and flick my clit, something that made me spasm and cry out. He clapped a hand over my mouth, haphazardly sticking a few of his fingers into my mouth to suck on. At first I was confused, but I got the clue and started to suck on his fingers greedily, moans and squeals muffled as he played my body like a fine-tuned violin.

He's a musician, too. A classical musician. Very accomplished, too - he knows his way around a violin, and apparently now, girls, too. "Do you like this?" he asked quietly. He'd never been too loud. "Mm, you're so warm. Too bad you're a virgin, or I'd fuck you voraciously, Sammie."

At this, he stuck his index and middle finger into my hot, throbbing pussy and I thought I would have died of pleasure when he went to rubbing and stroking my clit, petting my insides with his fingertips, and expertly nuzzling my neck."D-Doesn't matter," I managed to cry. This was like a dream come true - I never thought he'd notice me. And at that point, when I remembered that he was my older brother, I felt bad - if only for a moment - and he began to pump his fingers harder, causing me to squirm and thrust against him wildly, already having cum on his fingers and almost going to do it again.

"It'd hurt. Haha, never thought my little sister could ever be such a whore."

The words didn't hurt me. Instead, I almost cried out as I slammed my hips downward, wanting more of him in me as I came, shuddering when I tightened around his fingers. And he didn't stop, not then - I'd never felt this good in my life, even though I'd done it before with another boy, and by myself, of course. I guess experience is what makes it better.

I didn't even hear his zipper come down before I felt something hot and warm press against my hole. Shortly, his fingers were replaced by the fat, mushroom head, and I pressed against it, biting my already swollen lip before his lips met mine, and that big thing was pushed in me. My eyes widened and I almost screamed, tears flying from my eyes as I felt him pop my cherry. When he was to the hilt - which I couldn't believe, as I was so much smaller than he was - I squirmed around, trying to get it out; it hurt, it hurt, God it hurt. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and gently played with my own, fingers continuing their rough treatment with my clit until once again I was moving against him of my own accord, completely forgetting my pain in the first place.

He took my hips in two strong hands, giving me a quick lesson on how to grind against him. I was a good learner. Eventually, the numbness faded and I could feel his cock hitting something inside of me with each slow, agonizing thrust and I whined, legs wrapping around his hips, wanting him to go faster, harder. He must have known what I'd wanted, because even though his pace didn't increase, the strength of his thrusts did. Ooh, yes, yes, he was so big, so big, even though to most girls he'dve been only average - fuck it. Didn't matter to me. He knew how to work with it.

My nails clawed down the smooth skin of his back and I felt myself starting to cry from the pleasure, moans and squeaks escaping as I felt his delicious cock throb inside of my pussy. Again and again he rammed himself inside to his balls, which smacked against my ass every so often as he began to go faster. "Matt, Matt, Matt, Matt," I chanted desperately, eyes shut tightly as I clenched my mouth shut. For the third - or was it fourth? - time I felt myself cum around his cock and he snickered, pulling me on top of him. The change was sudden and abrupt, and when I found myself sitting on his cock, it seemed to go in deeper and I wailed in pleasure, nearly falling down before he steadied me.

His necklace, a good luck charm (a broken clock piece from an old watch that used to belong to our grandfather) laid loosely against his chest, and his black, piercing eyes were only on me and my small breasts that bounced with each movement I made as I mindlessly pushed myself up and down his hard, hard cock, eyes rolling into the back of my head for a moment. It was like I was just a doll, a mindless zombie with a craving for my brother's dick to be shoved in my newly deflowered pussy. Was I high? I think I was, because when he viciously took my hips in his hands and started to roughly thrust upwards, I screamed, almost, falling forward. It felt so, so good - the hair he kept neatly trimmed on his abdomen tickled my clit ever-so-slightly with each thrust, and I was crying from the pleasure.

"Sammie, oh Gods, Sammie, you're so fucking tight," he grunted into my ear, teeth scraping down the side of my neck, one of my nipples finding its way into his mouth, being bitten between lustful teeth. I clung to him as if I were dying, moaning and crying and shaking and humping onto his dick as if it were my only life source. "It's like you're a little fucking kid but you're not, sweet Jesus, it's like your pussy's sucking me in more... Mmm..."

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," I chanted, eyes blank behind closed eyelids, almost drooling as I laid limp against him, cumming over and over as he fucked me voraciously, red hair falling all over his chest as he took what he wanted and more. Matt had found a new interest in my nipples, however, and started to tweak them and pinch them between skilled musician's fingers, giving me everything he had. When he had finally came inside of my childlike pussy I hadn't realized it had happened - I had fallen unconscious not long after that, lying against his chest. When I woke up, the sheets were changed, I smelled like him and his necklace was around my neck. Not daring to question what had happened I fell asleep again - extremely sore, if I may add - smelling his scent in my skin, my hair, in the very air I dared to breathe.