Moving Day with My Brother & Daddy

My mom was such a waste of human flesh. She was in and out of our household since I was old enough to remember. When she was home, she was mean. Her plethora of addictions coupled with her unmedicated mental illness tormented our family. We became grateful for the peace we had found when we realized she was gone and probably not coming back for a few months. It was hard on my dad and my older brother since they were left to care for me. I always felt bad for my dad who tried so hard to salvage the relationship and our family. All the times she took off he never started seeing anyone else, he just worked, constantly. My brother was 5 years older than me. He became my protector and as the years went by a provider.

My mother was home for the first time this year and she had been on a tangent all day. Screaming and yelling at me and my dad. It was nothing new but fuck if I wasn’t tired of her showing up just to ruin our month. I have been working since I was 16. Thankfully, my dad and brother insisted I keep my earnings, so I saved almost every penny. I wanted my own place and was determined to get it as soon as I turned 18. I wanted a home that my mother could not visit because she was not welcome. Turning 18 could not have happened at a more opportune moment. My mother returned last month for my 18th birthday. Thankfully, I already found an apartment of my own months in advance and placed a security deposit to hold it.

Tomorrow was the day that I would be moving into my own place. I wouldn’t have to deal with my mother’s bullshit anymore. I chose this as my moving day, as it was Mother’s Day. A big F-U you to my mother. Oh, lucky day, she actually had to work on my moving day! I was amazed she even had employment. Usually, she was draining some poor man or showing up all messed up demanding money from my dad and brother. I felt grateful she couldn’t be there to bitch and complain that I wouldn’t let her help me move. I didn’t even want her to know where I lived. I took great care to avoid divulging this information. We all did. Tomorrow this nightmare would be over. I just had to make it through one more night with my mother in my life.

I lay in bed listening to my parents arguing through the thin walls. My dad was talking sweetly to her. He must have tried to touch her because she called him gross. She told him she wasn’t attracted to him anymore and hadn’t been in years. This went on for an hour, as she repeatedly put him down. As the house fell silent, I continued to think of all the reasons I was glad to be getting away from her. I would however miss my dad and brother so much. My dad was such a sweet man and my brother stepped up in ways no young man should have had to at his age, all without being asked.

I felt sinful for thinking it, but both my dad and my brother were very sexy to me. They were classically good-looking men. I had seen the way women would fall all over themselves trying to get their attention. Though I had never seen my dad bring home a woman, my brother had a few long-term relationships over the years. My brother would sneak his girlfriends in when he thought everyone was asleep. Most of the time he would bring them to our finished basement that we used as a family room. No one knew, but I could see the couch from the vent in my room. I had watched my brother have sex with his girlfriends on the couch on several occasions. I would miss watching the way my brother made love to his girlfriend. I had often masturbated thinking of him making love to me.

Over the years, my dad was nude around the house often until I reached my early teens. One day he just stopped being naked. My dad would masturbate in the shower. I could hear him quietly moaning as he stroked himself. It would massage my clit while listening and often finish with him. Sometimes I would get lucky, and the bathroom door would be open if I had come home in the middle of his shower. I would finger myself by the door watching him shoot his cum all over the shower wall. I wished that I could make him come like that. I wanted to make him feel good. I would miss masturbating with my dad. I masturbated thinking of all of the hottest memories I had thinking about my brother and dad and fell asleep having cum so satisfyingly hard.

The next morning, I was awake and ready to get out of there. I hopped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. Turning on the shower I stared at the wall, remembering the way my dad had covered it with his cum, and thought how silly of me to be jealous of the shower wall! I took off my T-shirt and slipped into the shower. I shaved EVERYTHING. My idea was that shaving everything would be like a fresh new start, a rebirth. Besides my spiritual reasons, my boyfriend was supposed to be coming over to help me unpack once I moved in. He was strange though about sex. We had fooled around many times before, mainly through oral and mutual masturbation. He said he didn’t feel right being sexual in our parent’s homes. I had considered breaking up with him, but I figured I would be moving soon, and we would be able to have sex since his concerns out of respect would be removed. Once I was satisfied with the level of smoothness my legs and kitty had reached, I hopped out of the shower and ran to my room to get dressed.

I searched in my clothing box for something light to wear since today was already proving to be an unusually hot day for spring. As I dug through my clothing, I could hear my dad making coffee and having a conversation about music with my brother. Since my dad and brother were going to be helping me move, I knew exactly what to wear. I started digging with direction, I was eager to join them for coffee in the kitchen. Just as I had found what I was looking for I heard my mother’s voice rudely interrupting their conversation to simultaneously insult their musical tastes. I shook my head as I pulled on a casual, short-length, light pink sundress, which I could wear without a bra. I considered being bold and not wearing panties but instead, I slipped on a cute pink thong to spare my dad and brother my misguided attraction.

I only had a few boxes to move, which should be done in one trip. The furniture and appliances I had purchased were brand new and had to be delivered the next day. I looked at the clock, 9 am, My bed was going to be delivered in an hour. My brother had to get to work after helping transport the boxes, but Dad was going to set up the frame and headboard for me. My brother was going to come back over to my new place tomorrow to help direct and arrange the furniture once the delivery arrived. Everything was going to be perfect. I kept imagining me and my boyfriend going at it all night in my brand-new bed. I started to get lost in the thought, wetting straight through the thong I had just put on. I shook the thought out of my mind and headed for coffee in the kitchen.

I made it to the kitchen just in time to see my mom walking out the door. Well, I thought, thanks Mom for the goodbye or f-u. What a mouth breather. My dad was on his laptop scrolling and drinking his coffee and my brother was still ranting about how some guitarist was more epic than another. I made myself a cup of coffee and sat on my brother’s lap. My brother gave me a big hug and my dad looked up smiling to greet me. He told me he was so proud and excited for me to have my very first place, and my brother hugged me again in agreement. I thanked him and told him that anytime he or my brother needed to get away from Mom, they were more than welcome to come stay. When we all finished laughing at the jokes that followed about how awful mother was my dad stood up from the table. He told me that he was going to start packing up our cars. He motioned for my brother to join and told me he would let me know when we were ready to roll. I thanked him as he left the room.

I put down my coffee and gave my brother a big hug.

“I am going to miss you, dweb,” I said in a sincere little sister tone.

“I am going to miss you too, sis! I am so proud of you!” He replied.

“I am really going to miss watching late-night movies and having you to talk to,” I said as I lowered my head.

“Awe,” he said as he lifted my chin, “Don’t worry I will be by to bother you all the time!”

“You better!” I said ask I jumped off his lap.

“Damn, sis,” he said staring at me like he was looking at one of his girlfriends, his face was growing red.

“What?” I asked…

“Turn around a second.” He said.

As I turned around, I looked behind me to see what it was he wanted to see. The back of my dress was tucked into my thong and my ass and part of my kitty were exposed. Before I had a chance to fix it, my brother slipped his fingers between my pussy lips and thong, brushing his fingers against my wet pussy as he adjusted how my thong sat. He ran his hands softly around my ass cheeks to caress them before untucking my dress. I giggled and blushed. As my brother stood up, he fixed his very obvious bulge and leaned down to give me a very soft kiss.

“You’re all grown up, huh?” he grinned.

“I have done a bit of growing,” I said as I stood up and looked down proudly at my breasts and curvy body.

Looking back up at him, I saw that his eyes were glazed and fixated on my breasts. Quickly he grabbed me by my ass cheeks and pulled me to him. Each hand gripped and cupped an ass cheek. As he gripped and squeezed them, he parted them and pushed them back together to hear the sound of my wetness made like a pot of mac and cheese being stirred. I could feel his cock hardening against my belly. I had never imagined that my brother would have his hands on my life in real life. This sort of thing had only happened in my fantasy. Feeling my ass cheeks parted by his big hands only made me wetter. I could feel my pussy hole exposed and throbbing each time he parted my ass cheeks, making me let out a gasp of desire.

“Fuck,” he growled, before biting his lip, releasing his grip, and walking away.