Anya and Sasha

I had just finished cleaning my room and collapsed onto the bed with a long-awaited sense of relief, habitually opening my laptop right away. From Sasha's room came the sounds of gunfire, shouts, and stomping feet—he was engrossed in some game. I thought that he, as usual, was sitting on a chair, not having changed after his shower, just wrapped in a towel.

Whenever I thought of him like that, a warmth spread in my lower belly and I immediately felt the desire to pleasure myself a little. I opened a photo of him from our summer vacation, where he was coming out of the sea, shaking water from his short hair with his hand. Sasha loved sports, he even had a punching bag hanging in his room,

so by the age of 19, his arms were already wrapped in muscles, with every step on the sand, the definition of strong muscles appeared on his legs, and his sexy abdominal cubes rose up to his broad chest, transitioning into a powerful neck. Sasha was smiling widely then, watching as I took his picture.

With a familiar motion, I pulled my panties down from under my skirt, threw them into the corner of the room, pulled my t-shirt up above my breasts, and began, as usual, to gently stroke one hand over my legs, the other over my breasts, devouring the guy in the photo piece by piece with my gaze. My nipples quickly hardened and I moved on to playing with them, and the palm between my legs was already wet, and I, closing my eyes, touched my clitoris. I imagined Sasha coming out of the sea wet, walking up to me, kissing me on the lips with a smile, untying my swimsuit, and touching my breasts. His hands embrace me, lift me from the beach towel, move down my body, taking off my panties. And I wrap my arms around his neck and press my whole body against him...

I opened my eyes, licked my dry lips, wiped my wet hand on one side against my breast, the other against my butt, straightened my clothes, and tiptoed out of the room. We always kept the doors slightly ajar so everyone would know when they could come in. If the door was closed, there was no point in knocking. Sasha was still fighting his war when I quietly peeked into his room. He was sitting with his back to the door, engrossed in moving the mouse and quickly pressing buttons—chasing after more enemies.

It was hot and wet under my skirt, I was gently kneading my labia and running my fingertips over my highly aroused clitoris, looking at Sasha's broad back. My gaze descended from his shoulders down his spine and with slight annoyance rested on the terry towel hiding his behind. Unable to hold back any longer, I ran to the bathroom, quickly threw my clothes on the floor, climbed under the streams of warm water, and, throwing one leg over the edge of the bathtub, began to forcefully pleasure my clitoris, arching in a sweet orgasm that flooded my entire body within seconds.

Relaxing, I lay down in the filling water, closed my eyes, and began to gently stroke my palms over my stomach and thighs, calming the passion that had flared up in me. The water slowly filled, first immersing my butt, then washing away the discharge from my labia, then my stomach and breasts went under the water. I basked in the water for a long time, looking at myself and imagining lying in Sasha's embrace.

Deciding to wash up as well, I wet my hair and reached for my shampoo from the shelf, immediately remembering that it had completely run out last time. Rummaging on the shelves, I realized that our parents had taken their shampoos on vacation and only Sasha's men's shampoo was left. Slightly opening the bathroom door, I shouted:

 — Saaash!

 — Whaaat? — echoed loudly through the apartment.

 — Come heeere! — how long can you yell, I thought.

The sounds of gunfire suddenly stopped, Sasha shuffled across the floor and entered the bathroom. I was standing in the water, peeking out from behind the curtain.

 — Can I borrow your shampoo? — I asked.

Sasha didn't answer immediately and I caught his gaze, which he shifted from my clothes on the floor to the curtain. I immediately realized that the curtain was thin and my figure was clearly visible through it.

 — Yeah, of course, take it, you didn't have to ask — he finally looked me in the eyes, but I was already lowering mine, involuntarily watching as the towel wrapped around him slowly changed shape in the front.

He caught my gaze, followed where I was looking, and abruptly turned his back to me.

 — Damn, Anka, sorry — Sasha was furiously scratching his head with both hands.

I looked at his instantly crimson ears and giggled quietly. Without turning around, he threw out:

 — What are you giggling about, it's not my fault you're showing me your charms here.

 — It wasn't on purpose — I replied, smiling — you're always walking around in just a towel too.

 — Okay, sorry… — he said again, embarrassed, and began to move towards the door, trying to keep his back turned to me.

 — Sash, come on, turn around already, I won't look.

He turned around to check if I was looking, but again his gaze caught on my figure for a second, then finally looked at me. And I was still staring at him and smiling widely. He was all red, but also broke into a smile. Then, apparently deciding that he couldn't stand there like that any longer, he turned around and spread his hands in a "What can you do" gesture. I immediately tore my eyes from his face and looked at the towel, which had risen significantly and was hanging on his erect penis.

 — Wow!… — I didn't mean to say that at all! It just slipped out!

Now it was Sasha's turn to giggle:

 — Well, you're not so bad yourself, An. — and now it was my turn to blush, even though I knew he was right, because I was only a year younger than him and at my age already had something to boast about.

He left the bathroom, and I, all red with shame, started washing my hair. But the image of the towel occupied all my thoughts, and warmth began to spread in my lower belly again, and it felt so nice to think that I had been able to arouse him.

Probably, Sasha would get dressed right away now and wouldn't walk around in a towel in front of me anymore. Damn, I shouldn't have scolded him after all. Without turning off the water, I quickly dried my feet, wrapped myself in a towel, and tiptoed to his room—to take one last look at how he walks around after a shower. I cautiously peeked into the slightly open door. (specially for еtаlеs.ru— .org) Sasha, as usual, was sitting with his back to the door. I was glad that he had decided not to get dressed, lowered my gaze down his beautiful back, and realized he wasn't wearing a towel. After greedily admiring his buttocks for a couple of seconds, I raised my gaze and noticed my summer photo on his monitor, where I was lying on the sand with my feet in the water. The photo was successful, my whole figure was clearly visible, and my legs even seemed longer than they actually were. I was slightly arched, with my head thrown back, which emphasized my chest thrusting forward.

Sasha sat motionless, his head slightly turned, and I realized he was listening to the sound of water behind the door. Then he turned fully back to the monitor and his right shoulder began to rock rhythmically up and down. My mouth fell open, I gasped from the flood of feelings that hit me all at once—shame, joy, indignation, and arousal. After all, he was masturbating to my photo! My nipples instantly tensed, between my legs immediately became wet—I got very aroused very quickly from realizing this. I leaned further into the doorway to see him better. He was enjoying looking at my photo, sometimes zooming in on certain areas with his free hand. First, he enlarged my breasts to fill the whole screen; you could see how the edges of the swimsuit were digging into my skin a little and my nipples were clearly outlined under the fabric. Sasha started raising his shoulder higher and lowering it lower. Then he enlarged my thighs—droplets of water on the skin and the stretched fabric of my panties became visible, following the contour of my smooth pubic mound with a small indentation beginning in the middle. The speed of his hand movements became a little faster. Enjoying the sight of my body, he greedily pleasured himself. How I wanted to know what he was imagining in his thoughts. I really wished he could see me naked in the photo now, long ago not noticing that unnecessary swimsuit.

Suddenly his movements

became sharper and faster, I began to hear his loud breathing and didn't even notice how I jerked the towel open and how my hands, in a familiar motion, attached one—to my breast, the other—to my clitoris. He was moving his hand up and down, and I, in time with his movements, moved up and down over my clitoris and strongly kneaded my hard nipples. I was flowing from arousal, tremors of an approaching orgasm ran through my body, but I couldn't stop and tear my gaze away from Sasha. He began to moan quietly, threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut, and I, no longer thinking straight, took two steps forward and finally saw his knees, legs, and then his red penis, tightly gripped by his hand moving quickly up and down.

Greedily looking at his penis and biting my lip hard, I tormented my clitoris with quick movements, realizing that I was about to come right here, but unable to find the strength to stop. My fingers between my legs pressed harder and moved faster and faster, I pulled my nipples away from me with force and painfully squeezed them between my fingers. Under my hand, all the accumulated passion suddenly exploded sharply and in a hot wave quickly enveloped my entire body, making it tremble finely, and my chest—to exhale a loud, sweet moan of orgasm. Sasha abruptly opened his eyes and stared at me, and I still couldn't tear my gaze away from his penis, which, squeezed by his strong hand, immediately began to shoot white streams upwards, falling onto Sasha's chest and thighs.

I stared unblinkingly at the white spots slowly flowing down his chest, continuing to tremble finely with my hand clamped between my legs, experiencing the aftershocks of the orgasm. He released his penis, which still occasionally contracted, and then new white drops appeared on its head. Only now did it start to dawn on me that I was standing naked in front of my brother and had just experienced the strongest orgasm in front of his eyes. My knees buckled and I slid down the wall, sitting on my butt. Holding my breath, I raised my gaze to look into his eyes and saw that he was looking between my legs. It turned out I had spread them wide when I sat down, and now I was showing Sasha my just-finished, wet with juices, pussy with plump labia spread apart. I immediately closed my legs, covered my breasts with my hands, and bit my lip in embarrassment, continuing to look at Sasha.

 — Beautiful… — he said slowly, raising his gaze to my eyes.

I was silent, unable to say anything, and he stood up, walked over to me, and sat on the floor in front of me.

 — An… Was it good for you? — I didn't expect such a question from him at all.

 — Very… — I whispered quietly.

 — For me too — Sasha moved closer and hugged me.

I removed my hands from my breasts and hugged him with one arm, he pressed me to him and buried his hand in my hair.

 — Sash, you're hugging my butt — I said for some reason.

 — It feels very nice — he smiled and squeezed it slightly — and beautiful too.

I ran my hand over his chest, touching the semen with my finger and smearing it a little, lowered my hand down, ran it over his stomach, enjoying the hard abs, and slowly lowered my hand onto his pubic mound. Then, just as slowly, I ran my fingers over his standing shaft and wiped the remnants of Sasha's seed from his head. Sasha watched my actions with interest, not stopping his gentle stroking of my butt. I sniffed my fingers—a sharp smell, but very pleasant, touched them with the tip of my tongue, and then licked my fingers, watching as Sasha watched this with his mouth slightly open. His penis, which had begun to subside, tensed again. He ran his hand over my breast, softly squeezing it, and also down my stomach to between my legs. I spread them a little, letting him go further. He slowly ran his palm over my lips from bottom to top, collecting my secretions and making me let out a quiet moan. Then he did exactly the same—sniffed and tasted it with his tongue.

 — Tasty? — I laughed.

 — Never tried anything like it before — Sasha replied, smiling.

 — What were you imagining when you were looking at the photo?

 — Well… I was imagining you, An — Sasha got embarrassed and blushed again.

 — Well, I figured that much — I giggled — More specifically, what was I doing?

 — Um… You were lying on the beach, arched just like that, completely naked, but with your legs spread wide apart…

 — And what were you doing?

 — I was naked too, next to you.

 — Did you want me?

 — I've wanted you for a long time, An — Sasha lowered his eyes.

 — And when you were masturbating, what did you imagine? — I really wanted to know this.

 — First kissing your breasts, then between your legs, and then I entered you, fucked you, well, and came.

 — Came inside me? — I asked for some reason.

 — Well… Yes.

I slipped out of his embrace and lay on my back on his bed, my feet towards Sasha. He watched me without moving. Then I arched a little.

 — Like this? — I asked?

 — With your legs spread apart — Sasha corrected, swallowing his saliva.

I slowly spread my legs wide apart, once again opening my pussy to his gaze.

 — You're much sexier than I imagined — Sasha got up from the floor, greedily examining me, and stood between my legs.

I ran my palm over my breast and stomach. He silently knelt down in front of the bed and leaned over, pressing his lips to my pubic mound. A fine tremor ran through my body and I moved my hips towards his lips. He kissed me between my legs, then ran his tongue over my labia, slipped between them, and clung to my clitoris. I immediately started getting wet again and moving my hips, letting Sasha know how much I wanted him. He pulled away from my clitoris and began covering my stomach with kisses, rising higher to my breasts. My nipples took turns drowning in his lips, he stroked my thighs and breasts, then rose higher and sweet