Midas' Touch

Young Brother

Natalie's key slipped into the lock, a familiar click echoing through the empty apartment as she pushed open the door. She sighed and took in her surroundings—the same beige walls, the stained carpet, and the ever-present smell of stale air that hadn't changed since she'd been away.

"Home sweet home," she muttered to herself, hauling her suitcases inside.

She made her way to her old room, its familiarity both comforting and suffocating. Natalie set down her luggage and started unpacking, tossing her clothes carelessly onto the bed. Once her bags were empty, she stripped off her travel-worn outfit and slipped into something more comfortable—a pair of soft cotton shorts and a faded tank top.

Natalie paused in front of the mirror, studying her reflection. Long, wavy auburn hair framed a face with full lips, high cheekbones, and expressive green eyes. Her body was toned from years of yoga and dance—curves in all the right places. She couldn't understand why Jack had cheated on her. Sure, the other girl was cute, but she didn't hold a candle to Natalie's own beauty.

"His loss," she whispered, forcing a smile at her reflection before turning away.

The flickering light of the television cast eerie shadows across the living room as Natalie settled onto the sofa, her legs tucked beneath her. She mindlessly flipped through channels, trying to distract herself from the whirlwind of emotions that had accompanied her return home.

As the apartment door creaked open, she glanced up to see Brandon stepping inside, his eyes widening in surprise when he spotted her.

"Sister? When did you get back?" he asked, setting down his backpack and moving closer.

"Today," she replied curtly, turning her attention back to the TV. She didn't feel like explaining everything just yet.

"What happened with Jack?" Brandon prodded gently, concern etched on his face. But she only shook her head, unwilling to discuss her heartbreak with anyone, let alone her brother.

"Nothing, Brandon. Just drop it."

"Fine," he sighed, giving her some space. "I will take a shower and go to work later."

As Brandon walked pass her to his room, Natalie couldn't stop looking at him. He appeared altered - more grown-up and self-assured. His faltering and incapable façade was nowhere in sight. It was an unanticipated transformation that sparked her interest.

When the sound of the shower started to fill the bathroom, Natalie walked in on Brandon, who was already standing under the warm stream of water. He jumped in surprise as she began removing her clothes.

"Sis, what are you doing?"

A sly smile on her face as she watched his cheeks flushed and his eyes burned with lust.

"I lost Jack to some ordinary girl. So I need you to be my practice dummy again, like we used to be."

Natalie noticed his member slowly becoming erect. This made Natalie feel dominant and powerful, knowing he still had lust over her. For years, she had taken great delight in using Brandon as her personal plaything, reveling in the power she held over him while simultaneously making him feel small and inadequate. In the steamy confines of the shower, she stood face to face with him, her fingers lightly tracing the contours of his body before hungrily grasping at his throbbing member. The water cascaded over them, adding a sensual element as she expertly stroked him, relishing in his moans and gasps of pleasure. He was putty in her hands, and she felt a surge of satisfaction at knowing she could control him so easily.

"You still get hard this easy, little brother." Natalie smirked.

As his body responded to her touch, she dropped to her knees on the slick tile floor and eagerly took his throbbing member into her mouth. The sound of water cascading down from the showerhead added a sensual rhythm to their movements.

With each suck and slurp, she felt him grow even harder in her mouth. She loved the way he tasted, more potent than usual, perhaps due to the steamy heat of the shower. The scent of his masculinity filled her senses, making her head spin with desire.

Her skilled tongue worked magic on him, bringing him closer and closer to release. And just as he reached the point of no return, she gave one final stroke before feeling him shudder and release into her waiting mouth. The salty taste of his seed was intoxicating, mingling with the warm water and creating an unforgettable experience.

"That was nice, brother. I feel better now."

Natalie swallowed his semen and walked out the bath. But as she reaches for a towel, Brandon grabs her wrist in a firm grip. His eyes burn with a newfound confidence and hunger. He pulls her back to him, his throbbing erection pressed against her wet skin.

"Where do you think you're going?" Brandon's voice heavy with desire. "You haven't satisfied me yet."

"Brandon, what are you—"

Natalie's breath caught in her throat as Brandon's unexpected actions took her by surprise. He pulled her close, his hands molding and shaping her body, causing sensations to course through her like wildfire. In that moment, she felt small and vulnerable in front of her usually timid little brother. But there was also something strangely alluring about his intensity, igniting a fire within her that she couldn't explain. The heat between them intensified as he ravaged every inch of her, leaving her trembling and breathless.

"What are you doing? We are siblings!"

Natalie gasped, feeling the sudden intrusion of Brandon's engorged member inside her. Panic and confusion shot through her, but it was too late to turn back now. She turned her face towards him and saw a look of pure lust and desire in his eyes, one that she had only seen before on her ex-boyfriend Jack when they tried to be intimate. Suddenly, a realization hit her like a bolt of lightning: it was her dominant and controlling nature during their intimacy that had driven Jack away and into the arms of another woman - someone average-looking, but submissive enough for him to find solace in.

With each thrust, Brandon let out a guttural growl that reverberated through the room. His body was a powerhouse, driving into her with an unbridled intensity. She couldn't help but gasp and moan in response to his primal movements, arching her back and digging her nails into his skin. And then, as he reached his peak, she felt his hot essence spill inside her, filling every part of her being with a wild and untamed pleasure. This was a side of Brandon she had never seen – raw and unbridled, a beast awakened by the power coursing through his veins.

Yet, he didn't stop there. His member hardened again, insatiable in his conquest of her body. Another wave of pleasure rippled through Natalie as he thrust into her again and again, her body shuddering under the relentless heat and intensity. She could feel him inside her, the warmth becoming an elixir she craved, puddling within her until it overflowed and trickled down her thighs.

Her own pleasure was unexpected, drawn out by Brandon's expert touch. She was losing count of how many times she had climaxed - each sensation more intense than the last as his hands roamed freely across her body, igniting sparks wherever they touched.

Finally, exhaustion began to creep in. The once potent cocktail of fear and arousal was now replaced with a heady fatigue that washed over Natalie. Her eyes fluttered closed as darkness called to her from the edges of her vision. Her body felt heavy, worn out from Brandon's unending onslaught. Collapsing onto the wet floor, she slipped into unconsciousness.