Lustful Affairs (Erotica)

Matt shook his head at me. “No wonder you can’t relax. Sitting dead straight with that thing pulled across you can’t be comfy.”

I looped my arm around his own fully and rested my head against his shoulder, burrowing into my blanket. “I’m comfy.”

“You’re still as tense as a spring.”

“The plane is still jolting, in case you hadn’t noticed.”

“I noticed.”

I turned my head fully into his arm, breathing in his comforting scent. “I don’t know how you could get on another plane barely three days after you came back from school on one.”

“Gets easier the more you do it.”

“Yeah, I won’t be testing that theory.”

Matt sighed. “You need to relax.”NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

I pulled back from him, meeting his eyes. He was already looking down at me, a lock of wavy brown hair had fallen onto his forehead.

“You keep saying that. Now if you could point out what could possibly get me relaxed on this death trap.”

Matt didn’t speak for a few moments. I squeezed my eyes shut as the plane continued to shake and rattle. My chest felt tight, my stomach gnawed at itself. I knew Matt was right. I knew I had to calm down and release some of the tension in my body, but I truly felt like nothing-

Matt’s right hand moved under the blanket and brushed the exposed skin of my thigh.

My eyes flew open, but I didn’t look over to him. It had probably been a mistake.

But then his fingers brushed my skin once more, this time drawing a tiny circle on my flesh. My heart started to speed up for a different reason. Matt’s fingers continued to draw slow, feather light patterns on my thigh. I sat there and did nothing as he applied more pressure on my skin, brushing his fingers slightly higher, toward the hem of my denim shorts. I swallowed back a gulp in my throat. I supposed there was nothing wrong with what he was doing. Had he been touching my wrist, for example, it would have been entirely innocent.

But the fact that he was doing this on my thigh, under a blanket, on a dimly lit plane and with our parents either side of us made my chest tighten. I felt his finger skim higher, dancing under the hem of my shorts. Only then did I look up at him.

He was staring ahead, eyes slightly hooded, expression neutral.

“Matt…”

“Be quiet.”

“But-”

“Shush.”

“What are you doing?” I asked finally, heart thumping.

Matt turned his head to me slightly, catching my eyes with his own. He smirked just a little. “I’m helping you relax.”

“Like… Like this?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t see how that is supposed to relax me.”

“It will if you let it.” His hand pushed even higher up my shorts. His touching was starting to make me feel weird. And I wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad kind of weird. The tips of his fingers met the edge of my panties.

“But… I don’t think you’re supposed to do this.”

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked earnestly.

I stayed silent. I really didn’t know how to answer that. The rational side of me knew that whatever this was we were engaging in was totally inappropriate. We were in a packed plane. Our parents slept peacefully either side of us. He was my brother.

But still I said nothing.

Matt got braver. He moved his hand to the front of my denim shorts and rested it on my crotch. I squirmed when I felt him start to move his hand up and down. He had to feel the heat. It began to make me wet.

Fuck, I was getting wet for my brother.

All at once, his hand pulled back and left my shorts. I wanted to shout at him in frustration, but then that would have been crazy. The absolute last thing I should want was my brother’s hand back exactly where it had been.

“Unbutton your shorts and push them down” he demanded quietly.

I stared at him in shock. “You have to be kidding.”

The hand that went to my stomach confirmed he was not kidding at all.

I looked around the cabin, eyes wide. The flight attendants hadn’t come by in a while, and almost everyone in our immediate vicinity was asleep. I looked at our parents, and back to him. He grazed his fingers lightly against the skin of my belly, where my shirt had ridden up slightly.

My hands shook under the blanket as I did as he told me. As soon as my shorts were down, Matt’s moved his hand back to my crotch. I couldn’t hide my arousal anymore. My panties were wet, and my brother caused it. He started making circles with his fingers on my panty covered pussy. The pressure just light enough to send a fire of need through me. I could feel myself growing wetter under his touch.

“We can’t be doing this,” I hissed, more to myself than to him.

“Shh,” Matt told me again. “Don’t think.”

Doing what he told me, I let my mind empty, focusing on nothing but the sensations emanating from my pussy. As if of their own accord, my hips pushed up slightly, needy for more contact. I was immediately embarrassed. It was one thing to grow wet under someone’s touch — and I was sure Matt could feel the effect he was having on me — but it was another thing to silently plea for more of it. And I had to keep telling myself, he’s your brother, he’s your brother, he’s your brother.

“Spread your legs.”

“MATT!!”

“Shh”

He then slipped his hand inside my panties, brushed over my clit, and put a finger in my wet pussy.

I had to bite my lip to stop from groaning. He withdrew his finger, found my clit, and started making circles, slowly..

This time, I did groan. So softly and quietly that only my brother could have heard me. His finger started moving faster. Occasionally, he would stop, and put it in my soaking pussy. He was driving me crazy. I was there..

I turned my head and said, “Matt, look at me.” As he did, I whispered, “I’M CUMMING!!!!” He started thrusting his finger in my pussy.

I felt the first tingling of pleasure begin in my toes, curling them tightly. My eyes squeezed shut and my chest pushed out, my back arching from my seat. I felt the blanket drop slightly but couldn’t find myself caring if anything was exposed. All that mattered was this feeling, all I needed was my brother’s finger inside me, rubbing against me, making me ache for the pleasure. My breathing came out in quick pants, and I dropped a hand to his wrist, urging him on. Then I was combusting, alive with a thousand lightning bolts running through my body. I felt my pussy clench around his finger, milking it in desperation. Shoving my face further into Matt’s arm. He started to remove his hand. I pressed my hand on his wrist, signaling him to leave it there. I opened my eyes, and Matt was staring at me with a proud smile. I also noticed, his left hand was moving up and down under the blanket.

“Are you relaxed?” He asked, voice gritty.

I nodded against his arm. Then I spoke in his ear, “Are you getting close?”

“Yes!”

“Won’t it be messy?”

Again, he said, “Yes!!” Then, “Kris, I’m going to cum!!!”

With reckless abandon, I pulled the blanket away, exposing my brother’s cock and put my mouth over it. I wasn’t quick enough for the first shot, as it hit my forehead. Three more ropes of cum pounded the back of my throat. I swallowed all of his load and didn’t spill a drop.

After he finished, I pulled mouth off his cock, and quickly pulled the blanket back up. I wiped the first shot from my forehead, and quickly licked it off my finger.

Matt carefully pulled his hand away from me and brought it back out into the open. In the small amount of light, I could see his two fingers glistening with my juices. He brought them to his mouth, suck them clean.

“That was…” I could barely find words.

Matt cut me off, “AWESOME!!!

I pulled my shorts back up, and we composed ourselves. Our eyes grew heavy, our bodies completely loose and languid. We drifted off to sleep.

The voice of the captain woke us as we were getting ready to land in Portland.

As we deplaned, my dad said, “See Kristen, there’s no reason to be nervous about flying.”

Matt and I looked at each other and smiled. And I said, “You’re right dad. Matt helped me relax. I hope he helps me relax on the way home too.”