I am a Zero: Pt. 02

Literotic asexstories – I am a Zero: Pt. 02 by Sorian,Sorian Part Two

Fixation

Masturbating with Jeff was instantly a nightly activity. I found that he enjoyed my company and the second time it happened he asked me to join him in a very, “Only if you want to,” kind of way. Of course I wanted to. So we watched some porn and soon he was stroking himself and I was rubbing away. I realized very quickly that I was not very interested in the porn we watched and I rarely actually watched it. I was much more interested in watching Jeff pleasure himself. I found it so arousing to see his hand move up and down his dick and the intense look in his eyes. It was like something was missing all day, like a good meal and now he was finally allowed to eat. The same was true for me. Work was losing my interest altogether and I just looked forward to coming home and watching my brother jerk off.

A few days later I found that I wasn’t as interested in even rubbing myself as I was just watching him. I was intrigued and aroused by his moment of climax. The way his body would lean forward and his hand would speed up. Then he would grimace and get a kind of glassy expression in his eyes before cumming (usually into a wet towel and sometimes a sock). I didn’t like the sock because I so enjoyed watching the cum spray from the hole of his penis, coupled with the way his dick pulsated and his body moved–it all was very amazing to watch. When I was at work I would find myself losing track of things as my mind would drift to watching my brother. I would mentally count the strokes or the number of spurts of cum from his cock. It fascinated me. So much so that I got in trouble several times with customers.

I forgot a drink order and the male customer, some sort of college aged athlete and his friends called me a “Stupid cunt. We come here for the drinks and we won’t tip you if you forget things you awkward bitch!”

I found that other waitresses weren’t berated the way I was. I didn’t understand why I seemed to elicit responses like that other than my matter of fact way of speaking and the way I would respond to complaints. Even on nights when I wore outfits that showed more of my cleavage, I found I was losing my touch with remembering complex orders and customers would treat me harshly. On one such occasion I had misplaced the bill, I was trying to count the number of seconds it took for Jeff to have a climax so I was replaying the scene in my mind when I placed the bill next to the register and then gave an empty bill holder to the customer. He was an older man wearing some kind of suit and I assumed he worked in the office building next door. He was with three of his friends and they had been drinking heavily. I apologized for misplacing the bill and before I left to find it he grabbed my arm and said, “What the fuck are you good for? You haven’t paid attention to us at all. What the fuck does it take for you to pay attention, you big tittied bimbo?”

I wasn’t sure how to respond to him so I pulled away. I wasn’t worried about his aggression, he was just drunk and was clearly stressed at work. But the question remained in my mind: What am I good for? I thought I was a good waitress but now I was wondering if that was true anymore.

I came home that night with fewer tips than I had made in a long time. Jeff was already waiting for me on the couch with his computer ready, he had some hand lotion that I had given him and a towel spread across his lap. I smiled at him and his eagerness, but I couldn’t hide my disappointment about the night’s tips.

“Hey Kates,” Jeff said eagerly, “I have been feeling kind of frustrated today, still no interviews…so I was hoping to take my mind off things and watch some porn. Maybe together?”

I wasn’t sure why he was a bit sheepish about asking me to watch with him. We had already done it enough times I thought the time for that had passed. Clearly I didn’t understand people very well. But it felt good that he was so happy to see me and that he wanted to jump right into the thing that had distracted me so much at work.

“Sure,” I said. “Let me get changed and wash my face.”

He nodded with a smile and what looked like relief in his face. I wondered if he had been thinking about this as much as I had.

I went into my room and changed out of my work clothes and into some yoga pants and a soft cami. Before I put the top on I decided to take my bra off to relax a bit more. I stood in the bathroom looking at my breasts. They were bigger than other women my age and it was nice to look at myself without a shirt on. I felt like I looked heavier than I was when I wore a shirt. My nipples were hard from the cool air from the air conditioning and it made my areolas almost perfectly round. I thought about the last angry customer calling me a “Big Tittied Bimbo.” I knew I wasn’t stupid, but I understood why he called me that. I did have bigger boobs and I had acted like a forgetful bimbo tonight.

“What are you good for?” I asked myself in the mirror. I frowned at the question. Not that it bothered me to ask it, but more that I didn’t know the answer.

I turned to the side and looked at my breasts and my profile. I knew at some level my boobs were good for getting better tips and usually the nice customers were nicer to me when I wore a top that showed them off a little. But tonight that hadn’t worked at least not when I needed it to. I sighed and put my cami on. My nipples were poking a bit through the top but I didn’t care that much. It wasn’t too noticeable and besides, Jeff was my brother and he didn’t look at me like that. I was getting more and more comfortable with him being here. I liked that.

“I wonder if I am lonely?” I mused in a whisper and then I walked out to the living room to join my brother.

He looked at me with a smile and I noticed his eyes shifted to look at my chest for a moment and then back to my face. I liked that.

“Um,” he said a little awkwardly. “So I was kind of thinking about watching this one.” He clicked on a link called “College Co-Eds Go At It.”

I nodded and said, “If that is what you want.” I found that I wasn’t that interested in the video. That wasn’t what I had been thinking about all day. I had been thinking about my brother jerking off. I sat down beside him and faced the video. I was horny but as the video started I found that the absurdity of it lost my interest. The plot revolved around studying for an exam but it was clear they were there to have sex. The man wasn’t even wearing any underwear when his pants came off. I also noticed that generally the videos started the same. There would be some kissing but usually the girl would immediately suck the guy’s dick for a good portion of the video. I wondered why that was because I had noticed it in almost all the videos I had watched (other than the bondage or “harder” type of videos–they seemed to have a different rhythm to them altogether).

“Are you not into this one?” Jeff asked me, breaking my train of thought.

I realized I had just been watching it like I was watching TV or a gameshow or something. I felt a tension in my body, but I wouldn’t have described it as horniness anymore. It was something else.

“Not as much,” I said. “But it’s ok, you can watch it. I am happy to sit here with you.”

Jeff frowned. He hadn’t started to masturbate yet, so his dick was still in his pants. “What’s wrong Kates?”

I looked at him and frowned. “I just didn’t have a great day at work,” I said. “I’m sorry I really do want to do this with you. I am just a little out of it right now.”

He nodded, “What happened at work?”

“Just some customers were angry with me,” I said in my matter of fact manner.

“Well that’s shitty,” Jeff said. “Why would anyone ever be angry at you?”

I frowned then said, “I forgot a couple things.” Before he could respond I asked him, “Do you think I am a bimbo?”

Jeff shook his head, “What?! No you aren’t. That’s rude. Did some asshole call you that?”

I nodded, “It’s ok, Jeff. I am not upset about that. I did forget to give him his bill. I was distracted today.”

Jeff frowned, “With what?”

“You, I think,” I said.

“I’m sorry Katie, I know I have been here for longer than we thought and I know this new thing we are doing at night is really weird. Here I am trying to make you do it again and I am not even asking you how you are doing. I’m sorry, I–” He said quickly.

“It’s not any of that, Jeff,” I said, cutting him off. It wasn’t like me to cut him off but I didn’t want him to think I was upset or that I didn’t want him here.

His demeanor changed a little and then he asked, “Well what is it?”

I looked at him for a moment and then said, “I really like our times at night. I know you think it’s weird or fucked up, I don’t think it is. But I was just thinking today that it isn’t the porn that I like to watch. It’s you.”

Jeff’s eyes went wide, “Um what?”

“I mean that I like to watch you masturbate. I think it is really beautiful and it makes me much more excited than watching porn. That’s why I like our nights. I like seeing you feel good and I like to watch you cum,” I said. I could tell he was taken back or confused or something. “So maybe tonight, you can watch whatever you want. I just want to watch you.”

Jeff was quiet for a while. “I–um–I am not sure what to say. That’s a little weird but also I kind of like that.” He smiled. “So you are going to rub yourself while you watch me?”

I thought for a moment. “Maybe I will masturbate. I’m not sure. But I know I have been thinking about you jerking off all day. So much that it was distracting me.”

Jeff had an odd look on his face. I couldn’t discern it. It was a small smile but also a sly look, like he was thinking about something. “Um, ok,” was all he said.

I smiled and sat beside him. He started the video again and started watching it. I leaned back against the couch and watched the video and my brother. After a minute, or so, he unbuckled his pants and then he looked at me and took his hard cock out. I noticed he had a small bead of precum on the tip. He was pretty excited already.

He put lotion on his hand and then started to stroke his penis slowly. Up and down. Up and down. I noticed he was moving his hand differently than usual. I thought about those nature videos I used to watch and how animals would act differently when they knew people were around observing them. It made them act unnatural, which was against the point of them being observed. I didn’t like that Jeff was acting differently now that I am watching him.

“I am not a person,” I said mid train of thought.

“What?” he asked me, still stroking his dick slowly.

“I mean that I am not a person like,” I started, intending to explain the nature video thing but I decided not to, “I mean, you don’t have to change because I am watching. I like how you do it normally.”

Jeff shook his head, “This is so weird.”

I didn’t have an answer to that. I didn’t think it was. But I knew that I was different than most people.

“Please, Jeffy,” I said to him in my little sister voice that I used sometimes when I wanted something.

“I will try,” he said. He turned back to his computer and picked a different video. I didn’t care to look at what it was.

It took some time for Jeff to focus fully on what he was watching but soon he was jacking off like normal. I watched him closely. The movement of his hand, the way he tugged on himself so firmly made think his dick must be really strong or rigid to take that much pressure. I could see that it was getting bigger–thicker. He went faster and faster. I leaned forward. My heart was beating quickly. I could see the gooey little juice flowing from the tip, more precum, signaling to me that he was feeling good and getting close.

I watched the tip closely. I wanted to see the moment he came. I looked at his face and then his hand and then his cock and back. I heard him grunt and he shifted his weight. He leaned forward and with his free hand he grabbed the towel that was draped across his thighs.

“Don’t,” I said suddenly. “Don’t cover it or catch it.”

“I don’t want to fuck up your couch or…”

“I will take care of it,” I said. “Please.”

He swallowed and kept jerking, his free hand gripping the towel as if he needed something to hang onto. His other hand worked his cock very fast.

I knew he was close.

Suddenly he let out a loud breath and a groan and then thick cum spurted from the tip of his dick. “Ah! Ah!” he blurted and moaned as he came. Each hard stroke pulled more out of him in some kind of beautiful display. It lasted only a few seconds and then he was done. He took a deep breath and then leaned back and looked at me.

I smiled at him. “That was perfect,” I said.

He let out a small laugh, “Glad you thought so.”

I leaned forward and touched his knee softly. “I really do. Thank you.”

His look changed slightly as I touched him and then he seemed to shake whatever thought he was having out of his mind and said, “Um, sorry, I have cum on my hand now and I am sure it is everywhere. I will help you clean it up.”

“No,” I said simply and squeezed his knee and then stood up. “I am good at cleaning. I will take care of all of it. You just relax.”

So I did and the frustrations of the day seemed to slip from my mind. As I wiped up my brother’s cum and cleaned his hand I felt a new kind of purpose. I couldn’t quite place it. But I knew he felt it too as he looked at me very intently. I wanted to know what he thought about, but I didn’t ask him.

Lunch

“So are you excited?” John asked me as he dipped his french fry into some ketchup and then ate it.

“Yeah I think so,” I said as I picked at my salad. Tomorrow we were going to all be at Mom and Dad’s cabin for the week. I knew I was excited, but I was also distracted. That morning, before John called me, I sat with Jeff and watched him jerk off. It seemed that once he knew I liked watching him, he felt freer and freer to do it more. I really liked it, more than I could describe. In an effort to keep things cleaner I had him empty into a bowl or, in the case of this morning, a cup.

“You think so?” John asked with a quizzical look on his face. “It is going to be epic!”

I smiled at him. John was always so enthusiastic about everything. At least he used to be until he married Chelsea. She seemed to be hard for him to live with and she didn’t enjoy his enthusiasm, so he had to tone it down around her. It was nice to see him not do that with me. It told me that he felt comfortable. “Yes it will be!” I said with a big smile.

“So,” John began. “Have you caught Jeff looking at porn anymore?”

I smiled and looked away for a moment. John was my best friend. I never kept anything from him. But this felt different, like Jeff might be embarrassed if John knew what was happening. At the same time, I didn’t know what the big deal was. So I made my choice, “Actually yes I have. Though I don’t think saying I ‘caught him’ really works anymore.”

“What do you mean?” John asked with a weird look.

“I watch him,” I said easily. “Like I sit with him while he does it.”

John didn’t say anything.

I frowned, “It’s not weird or anything. It is pretty natural actually. I mean, I am his sister and we shouldn’t have to hide things.”

John took a deep breath. “I was not expecting you to say that.”

I shrugged. “It’s the truth,” I said.

“So you just watch him?” He asked.

I nodded, “Yeah. I actually like to. I think it is kind of sexy to watch him masturbate.”

John gave out a laugh.

“Is that funny?” I asked.

“No,” he said. “I mean don’t go and tell people about this though, Kates, especially David ok?”

I nodded. I wasn’t very close to David so that wouldn’t be hard. “Ok,” I said simply.

John looked at me for a moment, “Why do you like to watch him?”

I thought about it for a moment and then replied, “I think I like to see him comfortable and feeling pleasure. I don’t know exactly. But it makes me feel close to him. We are closer than ever.”

John smiled with a tinge of sadness in his eyes. “You know when I got married I thought all the sex stuff was going to be amazing. I thought that Chelseas would be excited to see me feeling pleasure –as you call it.”

I frowned, “Doesn’t she? I mean, when you guys are together her hands are all over you.”

He nodded, “I know, but it isn’t sexual. She just likes to control me I think.”

I didn’t like that. John was a free spirit. “I’m sorry,” I said. “Maybe I can talk to her.”

“Don’t do that,” John said quickly. “Please don’t talk to her. She will think you are–she doesn’t really understand you and she would not understand any of this.”

I nodded. “Ok,” I said.

We were quiet for a few minutes just eating. I could tell John was thinking about something, so I just let him work it out while I ate. I thought about Jeff’s cum in the bowl, and I wondered what it tasted like. I was curious. The ranch dressing on my salad reminded me of his cum. I thought about asking him if I could taste it.

“Chelsea doesn’t care if I feel pleasure at all,” John said suddenly. “She has these weird feminist ideas and she thinks that men shouldn’t be the priority in sex. Which I agree with, I don’t think any one person should be the priority. But she always takes things to the extreme. So if she gets off then she thinks we are done. I don’t know, its all fucked up.”

“I think if only one person gets off then it isn’t sex,” I said easily. “That is just another form of masturbation. In this case it sounds like it is all about her, so really she is just masturbating or you are doing it for her. But that is all it is.”

John looked at me and laughed, “I never thought about it like that. I guess that makes me feel worse.”

I frowned, “I didn’t mean it like that.” I paused and gathered my thoughts then continued, “I mean that if she isn’t looking for her partner’s pleasure then all she is doing is pleasing herself. Isn’t that all masturbation is?”

John nodded, “I guess so. But what about you and Jeff, I mean isn’t he just masturbating in front of you?”

I nodded, “Yes but he knows I enjoy it. So it’s different because it isn’t just about him. At least that’s my point of view. It makes me feel good seeing him feel good like that.” I looked at John closely, I could tell the wheels were turning in his head. “What do you wish Chelsea would do?”

“What do you mean?” he asked nervously.

“Don’t worry I am not going to talk to her,” I said, guessing at his hesitation. “I just want to know what you wished she would do for you?”

He was quiet. I could tell he was nervous. I didn’t like that. But I could also see that he was sweating.

“I–” he started then stopped. “I think it is weird to have this conversation with my sister.”

I sighed. “John, I asked the question and seriously I always tell you everything. I would appreciate it if you were open with me. Please. Nothing is weird with me ok. Nothing.”

He nodded, “Ok. Just don’t think that I am–”

“Stop it,” I said firmly. “I think you are my amazing, sweet brother and that’s it. If I was a tougher girl I would smack Chelsea for making you nervous about talking about what you want.”

He smiled at me. “You are plenty tough.”

“Stop stalling,” I said with irritation.

“Ok, I guess I just want to come home from work or something and she is just waiting for me and she tells me something like–” he paused and I could see a faraway look in his eyes as if this was something he thought about a lot. “–I have been waiting all day to suck your dick.”

“You mean like in a porno,” I said quickly.

He frowned at me, “No not like that. I mean I don’t know what shit you watch with Jeff. Fuck that is a weird sentence to hear out loud. What I mean is that she has been really wanting to do that for me and she really wants to. Like she would get off from it too.” He paused and then added, “Nevermind, this is weird.”

I was quiet for a moment and then I nodded, “I understand. It’s the opposite of masturbation, she wants to get off by getting you off. Like your pleasure is tied to hers.”

“Yes!” John said louder than both of us expected. “I mean, yeah something like that.”

I smiled at him. “I understand,” I said.

“Can we talk about something else?” he asked.

“Of course,” I said.

John started to talk about the week in the cabin and all the things we were going to do but I didn’t listen that closely. I just smiled at him as he talked and I thought about how happy he seemed with me. I wondered what my role was in our relationship. What was my value with John? Sure I was his sister and he could tell me anything. But I wondered if there was supposed to be more. More like what I did for Jeff. I realized suddenly that I wanted John to have what he was wanting with Chelsea. I realized that I wanted to suck my brother’s dick. I could do that for him.

Evening

I got home from my swing shift at work to find Jeff in front of his computer.

“Guess what?!” He exclaimed as soon as I was in the door. I had not seen him so excited in a very long time.

“What is it?” I asked with a smile.

“Remember that company I thought was a sure thing for and then they kind of ghosted me?” He asked as he typed away on his laptop.

“Yes, a bit. You have applied at so many places,” I said plopping down beside him on the couch.

“Well they called me and made me an offer,” Jeff said. “The money is really good and it is a hybrid schedule: half at home and half at the office like I was hoping.”

“Jeffy!” I said and gave him a hug. “That’s amazing!”

He held me for a moment and then let me go. “Yeah I am just filling out some of the HR stuff now so I don’t have to worry about it when we go tomorrow to the cabin.”

“Good idea,” I said getting up. I stretched and took a breath of relief as I felt a stiff place in my back pop. I glanced down at Jeff and noticed he was looking at me. I was wearing one of my more revealing work outfits and for the most part it had paid off. Tips were better than average and I had a good amount of money to contribute to the coming activities. I always liked to do my part, even when my brothers insisted I didn’t need to. “What is it?” I asked Jeff as he kept looking at me.

“Um,” he paused, “Nothing.” He looked away, his face was a bit red.

“Jeff, don’t do that!” I said, annoyed that earlier John was not telling me things and now Jeff was acting embarrassed around me. “I can tell you are thinking something.”

He sighed and then looked at me again. “I was just thinking that it has been awesome staying here with you and it has been cool just waiting to tell you this news and knowing you would be excited for me,” he said.

I smiled at him. “Of course I would be excited, silly. You are my brother and I love you. I just want the best for you.”

He paused before replying, “Then I thought that soon I would have to move back out, you know, with my new job and everything. I mean, I would be able to get a new place, my own place even.”

I frowned at him. I had not thought that far ahead. “Yeah, I mean you can stay here as long as you want, Jeffy, I don’t mind it at all. I know you have some bills and debts from being unemployed, please don’t feel like I am rushing you out. I have loved having you here with me.”

He smiled at me, “I have really loved being here.”

“Good,” I said. I walked toward the hallway to change my clothes. Then turned back to see Jeff still looking at me. “Hey, we should do something to celebrate. Do you want to go out or I can cook you a nice dinner or anything you want. Think about it while I get changed.”

“Good idea,” he said.

I went into my room, closed the door and took my clothes off. I walked into the bathroom in my underwear and my bra to wash my face. I looked in the mirror. I liked how this bra made my boobs look. They had a nice symmetry. I thought about the customer today that kept looking down my shirt when he thought I wasn’t looking. Which was ridiculous because our eyes had met three different times. He tipped me well and wrote his number on the receipt. He wasn’t the first to do that, but I always threw them away. I liked that he looked at me, but the truth was I had been thinking about John and trying to decide if sucking his dick was the right thing to do. Of course I would do it. The truth was that I wasn’t very experienced with anything like that. But at this point I had seen enough porn that I got the gist of what to do. The problem was I just didn’t know if he wanted that from me. He seemed so caught up on how weird it was that I watched Jeff masturbate.

I picked up my phone and sent a text to John.

Katie: Hey John. It was great seeing you today.

I walked into my closet and looked for something to wear. I wasn’t sure if Jeff and I were going to go out or stay in. I picked out some very comfortable tight leggings and pulled them on and then picked out a dress. It seemed like a simple, fun outfit. It was comfortable if we didn’t go out so I thought it would do fine. I heard my phone vibrate.

John: You too Kates. Thanks for always listening to me.

I held my phone for a moment and thought. My heart was beating fast so I took a deep breath to get under control. I really didn’t like how Chelsea was making my brother feel. I thought about the look in Jeff’s eyes when he was close to having an orgasm. It was this visceral, deep look of pleasure. I wanted that for John. I wanted to see that in his face. What was my place here? What was my value. I didn’t know.

Katie: Thanks for sharing everything with me. I just want you to know that what you told me wasn’t weird. I understand it.

I waited as I could see he was typing a reply.

“Hey Katie, I think I want to stay in tonight!” Jeff called from the other side of my room door.

“Ok,” I replied. “Want me to cook something?”

“No,” he said. “Now that I will be making some money, I thought I would order a pizza for us.”

“Jeffy!” I said, “You can’t afford that, not yet! Let me at least give you some cash.”

My phone lit up with a text.

John: Thanks for saying that. It doesn’t feel so weird to me anymore. It felt good to just say what I wanted out loud, you know?

I smiled as I read. I paused for a moment and thought. My hands were shaking.

Katie: I want you to know that I want that for you. I mean, I want you to know that I will do that for you.

I sent it before I had a chance to stop myself. I was shaking.

“Cash is fine,” Jeff called out. This was typical Jeff. He was generous up until I hinted at him not needing to be. It was just his personality. “What are you doing in there?”

“I am getting dressed,” I said. “I thought we were going out, but now that we aren’t I am going to change again.”

“Can I watch?” Jeff called.

“What?!” I called back as I pulled my dress off and yanked at my leggings.

“I’m joking,” he said awkwardly. I didn’t think he was joking.

My phone lit up with John’s reply.

John: What do you mean?

My hands were shaking hard so I set my phone down and took a deep breath. I pulled my leggings down and fought to get them off over my feet. I thought about Jeff’s comment on seeing me change. It clicked in my mind at how he was looking at me when I got home. It was the same way that customer was looking at me earlier.

“Give me a minute,” I called out to Jeff.

I picked up my phone and sent John a text.

Katie: I have been thinking about what you said and what you wanted. Specifically what you told me. I want you to know that if you felt comfortable, I want to do that for you. I really do. I want it.

I could see that he read my text but he made no reply. I wasn’t sure what else to say, especially in case Chelsea read his texts, which I wouldn’t put that past her. She was very controlling.

I set my phone down then walked to my bedroom door and opened it. I was still in my underwear and bra. Jeff was standing there and his eyes went wide when he saw me.

“Do you want to watch me?” I asked him directly.

“I…uh…” he stammered.

“Well you can if you want,” I said then I turned and walked back to my closet. I could hear my brother stumbling in after me. It wasn’t that different than if I was wearing a swimsuit and besides he had seen me masturbate at this point.

“What should I wear tonight?” I asked him. I turned and faced him.

He sat on the edge of my bed nervously. He was looking at my bra and my boobs.

“Or do I look ok just wearing this?” I asked half seriously.

Jeff looked at me nervously and laughed. “You look great like that, Kates.”

“You are sweet,” I said to him and I looked back into my closet. I picked out my cozy long shirt that went down just to the middle of my thighs. Jeff had seen me in this before. “If we are just hanging out then I am wearing this,” I said.

I turned around and froze. Jeff was sitting on the edge of my bed with his pants down to his ankles and his hard dick was in his hand. He was stroking it slowly. He had a very intense look in his eyes. I could feel his gaze on my body. I felt like I was blushing.

“You look great just like that,” he said as he slowly stroked his penis. His hand moved up and down in a steady motion. I could see he was gripping himself very hard.

I swallowed hard and let the shirt drop to the floor. “Ok,” I said slowly, looking my brother in the eye.

“Katie,” He said slowly, “You are so beautiful.”

I wasn’t sure what to do. I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to do. I stood still and watched him. I felt my hands getting sweaty and I knew I was horny. But this was different. This was different than anything I felt before. It had to do with how he was looking at me. He was almost objectifying me. I really liked it.

“Take your bra off,” he said in almost a whisper.

I reached back and fiddled with the clasp of my bra. I unsnapped my bra and let it fall to the floor–releasing my breasts. My nipples were very hard in the cool air. I wasn’t sure what to do with my hands so I kept them at my sides.

Jeff licked his lips and stared at my breasts while he stroked his dick. He worked his hand up and down a little faster. He opened his legs wider and moved to the very edge of his bed, his fingers almost clasping his balls as he stroked himself and looked at me.

I could feel his lust for me. It was like a wet, warm towel that was wrapping around my body. I liked how he stared at my boobs. He had this hungry, lust-filled and almost dark look in his eyes. I watched him stroke himself faster, he leaned forward and I knew he was feeling good. I had seen him doing this before. I saw precum beading at the end of his dick. I liked it. I liked it all. I liked the way he looked at me and the way he was pleasuring himself. I liked the way he hungrily stared at my tits. It made me feel something. It was the feeling that I had been searching for since before I could remember: I felt purpose. This was an interaction that I understood. There was no pretense and no guessing at what he meant and what I meant and how to communicate. None of that. This was simple. This was direct. I felt something more as I took a step towards him and then another. I felt my value. My big breasts jiggled as I took another step toward him and he stroked even faster, licking his lips.

“This is what I am for,” I muttered to my brother. My face was close to his. “Please, Jeffy, cum for me. Please…”

“Stop talking,” Jeff said. His voice was full of lust now.

I nodded, acknowledging that he heard me and I heard him. This was simpler still than I thought. It was more direct. It was better. My purpose was clear. This is what I was for. Not to talk to him. That’s not what he wanted from me. Not right now. He wanted to look at me and to cum. He wanted to objectify me. No he didn’t want to. He was objectifying me.

“Get on your knees and push your tits together,” he said to me as he stood up.

I kneeled in front of him and did as he asked. He was beating his cock hard now. Precum spilt from the tip. I looked at his cock and then up into my brother’s eyes. He looked down at me and took one more step forward so his cock was directly in front of my chin. I knew what was going to happen and I wanted it. I wanted it more than I realized. I wanted all of this. I wanted the way he looked down at me, the way he wanted to use me. I wanted him to cum all over my chest. I wanted to feel him use me like that. It gave my tits value and I knew this was their purpose. I suppose I always knew, every time I wore a low cut shirt or a pretty bra or any time I caught someone looking at them, somehow, deep down I knew this is what they were for. I needed this.

Suddenly a jet stream of cum shot from Jeff’s cock and hit my neck and my chest. I pressed my breasts together to catch as much as I could. He grunted and stroked and sprayed his cum on me. I held my breasts and looked up at him as he gave me his offering. It was what we both needed. I could see it in his eyes. He beat his cock hard and milked everything he had out of himself onto me. I can’t describe adequately how good it felt. I remembered suddenly a documentary I had seen on a woman talking about the first time she set foot on a field for some sport. She knew that this was what she was meant to do. All the pieces of her life came together and whatever was unnecessary fell away, leaving just her purpose. I didn’t have any idea what she was talking about then. But as my brother pumped his cum on my chest like I was his cum sock, I knew what she was talking about. I felt alive. I felt purpose. This is what I was meant to do.