Voyeur [voyeurism][exhibitionism]

I was in the closet. It had started out innocently enough, but now my surprise was ruined. I had been planning to jump out and scare my brother when he got home. Pranking each other was a long tradition, but he had ruined my plans by bringing home his girlfriend. They were kissing, tongues moving together as he kicked his bedroom door closed. I watched, my breath held, through the slats of his closet door. I knew it would be wrong to watch, but I was stuck, I couldn’t jump out now and I was fascinated by the sexual energy that radiated off of them. I watched as he pinned her to the wall, his mouth attacking hers, and his hands rough on her body. She groaned softly into his mouth, arching and pressing herself to him. They made out for a few more minutes, hands tugging hair, nails scratching lines down flesh, lips bruising against each other before my brother swung her down on to the bed.

He stood over her like a predator, hunger in his eyes, as his hands reached down to his pants. I watched his erection spring free when his jeans and underwear were removed. His hand closed over his swollen manhood, his eyes never breaking from his girlfriend’s. She, like a puppet on strings, moved forward, off the bed, and onto her knees in front of him. Without a word, she leaned forward, still making eye contact, and licked up his length before starting to worship his cock. She lick and sucked, up and down his shaft, the wet sounds mixing with his moans of pleasure. Heat started to pool between my own legs as I watched and listened.

She wrapped her lips around the head of his arousal, letting him fuck her mouth as she moaned and choked around him. His own voice rose with gasps of “yes”, “ah, fuck”, and “that’s right, just like that, you slut”. He took his cock out of her mouth to let her breathe and lightly slapped her face with it. She smiled and went back to licking him, one hand straying up to cup his balls, massaging them, as her other hand went to rub one of her breasts through her blouse. My brother groaned again, his hips bucking slightly in response. He pulled himself from her grasp and ripped her shirt and bra off, roughly cupping her perky tits and pinching the rising, pink nipples. She returned the favor by pulling his shirt off, leaving him naked, and wriggling out of her shorts and panties, the clothes being tossed in a pile on the floor. My own clothes had made their way to the closet floor, my nipples just as peaked and my own arousal heated and slick. One hand cupped and rubbed my breast in the same rhythm as my brother’s hand on his girlfriend’s. The other hand had found its way down to my pulsing nub.

Out in the bedroom, things picked up pace once again. The girlfriend was on her back on the bed, her hips lined up with the edge of the mattress. He carefully spread her legs, her dripping womanhood on display for me. I watched with bated breath as he slowly pushed himself deep inside of her, copying him with my fingers, two thrusting home. My breathless moan was covered by her loud one as she arched her back, her legs wrapping around his waist. He started to thrust in and out of her, setting a nice pounding pace. I matched him stroke for stroke, my other hand massaging and working my breast as I sank to my knees, my legs spread. A soft moan escaped my lips. At this angle I watched as his length disappeared and reappeared, in and out of her wet sex. Her moans paused for a second, almost like she was listening for something before they filled the room again and urged my fingers faster.

He pulled out with a groan and gestured, giving her a breathless order to change position. She rolled onto her hands and knees, scooting up farther on the bed to give him room. Burying her face in the pillows to muffle her noises, she presented her ass to him, letting him roughly grab and spank. He quickly buried himself into her again and soon all I could hear was the slap of skin on skin as he worked her pussy. She must have been biting the sheets because I couldn’t hear much of her anymore. I focused instead on my brother’s rough breathing and occasional moans, my fingers digging deep inside of my own womanhood, my thumb roughly working my clit. I pinched and pulled at my nipples as I watched him do the same to her, one hand still guiding her hips as she thrust back into his forward strokes. Another moan, my moan, joined his.

She moved, her head raising and my brother slowed to a stop. “What’s wrong?” He asked, breathlessly.

“I thought I heard something. Is anyone else here?” I could see her struggling not to move her hips as his length was still deep inside her.

He shook his head, “No, it’s just us. Don’t worry baby, just enjoy this.” Placated, she lay back into the position she had previously been in and he started up his rhythm again, groaning softly. He picked up speed and she moaned softly, urging him faster.

I was close and obviously she was too as her noise upped in pitch. A feral growl erupted from his chest and he drove harder into her, his thrusts becoming long as he buried his cock up to the hilt inside of her over and over. She reached under herself and started rubbing her own clit, helping him push her to the edge. His strokes suddenly became sloppy as he thrust into her once, twice, three times with a groan that intermingled with her cry of satisfaction, hiding my own soft moan as I finally released, my body spasming as pleasure rushed through my belly and sex and dripped down my inner thighs. I leaned back against the wall as the waves rippled through me, just as satisfied as they were, both panting and limp on the bed.

He slowly worked himself out of her and watched as his cum spilled down her legs, her quiet moan filling the room. He smiled and grabbed a towel cleaning them both before flopping down on the bed next to her. She smiled back and gave him a long kiss before getting dressed and walking out the door. My brother closed his eyes and gave a long sigh, relaxing on the bed. Now all I would have to do was wait until he fell asleep then I could go clean myself up.

My plan of escape was ruined when he spoke, “You can come out now.”

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