**Everyone in this erotica is above the ages of 18+ years old!**
The moment my eyes opened up I popped my head off the pillow: today was one of my favorite days, the day where I got to be a brat and get away with it! April Fool’s day to most was a small silly day, but in this household my brother and I always do our best to pull the most ridiculous pranks on each other. Last year he got me with shoving my halfway in the washing machine (I blame it on the painfully fake porn he watches), and I exacted my revenge by stealing all of his toilet paper and hiding his car keys. I never heard the end of it that year. But, he deserved it and vice versa.
But this year was going to be the year. I was going to get my brother so good that he would be fuming! I had the most mundane yet best prank ready in my head.
All it took was a couple bucks on Amazon and to wait for the right opportunity for my beloved brother to sleep.
It was nine in the morning. Mom and dad had already left for work for the hospital (they work at the same place, met there as well!) and the house was quiet, void of any prying eyes. Perfect. Slowly I slinked from my bed, not bothering to change out of my tank top and boy shorts- there was no time to spare if I was going to do this right. The door painfully creaked as I left my bedroom but luckily he was fast asleep. Thank God for his late nights of gaming with his online buddies.
With the mock coffee spill in my hands I carefully glided down the steps, making sure to stretch my leg over the loudest one of them all. Step by step I inched myself closer to the bottom floor and made my way to his room, the corners of my lips tightening in a vixen grin.
Part of me felt like it was wrong to intrude, even on this day of all days. This was his privacy and God only knew how dirty, stained and downright smelly his room probably was; on the other hand if I was going to get my revenge prank I needed to cross the arduous bridge that was entering his abode. Slowly unturned the knob, swallowing thickly with anticipation. I wished the frog in my throat would jump out so I could breathe right, my chest was heaving up and down relentlessly and I swore I could hear my heartbeat thumping in my ears.
The bedroom, surprisingly, was mostly clean. Save for a pile of clothes, socks draped loosely over his dresser and books piled at the end of his bed the rest of the room was nearly immaculate. Not at all how I imagined. Guess all those years of nagging finally got through to his dumb college boy skull.
Doing my best to tip toe through the room I immediately found his laptop…right beside his head, open and quietly playing some YouTube stream.
Reaching out I closed the top, and it hadn’t gone halfway down before my brother tossed and turned away from me and towards the wall, bringing the sheets with him.
His arms crossed their selves and his torso pointed towards the wall, yet the rest of him laid only half turned, with the sheets barely covering his thin plaid boxers. I wouldn’t have noticed them if it hadn’t been for the immediate throbbing from just under the fabric.
He was…gifted, to say the least. It lied there, half erected and pressed against his boxers making the plaid pattern contour around the curve of his dick. Immediately I felt the heat rush to my neck and crawl up my cheeks. Embarrassment? Incredibly. Curiosity was what struck me the hardest, and without thinking my hand, as if on its own, reached out to grasp him.
My brother filled my small palm, nearly swallowing it whole with his plump, semi-soft girth.
I barely grasped his shaft and I could already feel him pushing underneath my touch…when I went to take my hand away his cock twitched underneath the motion, pulling a sleepy groan from his lips.
The sound he made caused my stomach to feel things I’d never felt before. Fluttery. Jittery. Nervousness flooded my brain: what was I doing? He was asleep, he was my own brother nonetheless! This was wrong, this was way WAY wrong, I shouldn’t have been looking at or even touchi-
Before my mind could run away with itself he has frowned and turned back towards me. Slowly he propped himself up on one elbow, rubbing his eyes with the other hand.
“Sis? What the…what the hell are you doing in here?” He demanded, blinking through squinty tired eyes. The sheet drapes over his torso crumpled into his lap as he leaned up completely.
Flustered, all I could do was stammer stupidly. I hurriedly poised my hands behind my back- if he saw what I was holding then it was all over with and my brilliant prank was going to be ruined- that’s all I fucking needed on top of *this.*
He sat there in his bed, blinking and waiting for an answer.
“I was, well, erm-” What *was* I doing? “…I was just going to ask to borrow your laptop.”
“And the thing behind your back?” he retorted immediately, cocking a brow upwards, gleaning his iconic lop-sided grin. “Where’d you get that idea, huh? Some kid’s toy slime channel?” he mocked me.
My whole plan was foiled within seconds and all because of my stupid curiosity. With no backup plan in mind I shrugged and gave my best confident smile.
“This? This is just the entrée, *dearest* big brother. I have other things in mind.”
He then removed his sheets completely, throwing them off and discarding them into the floor like rumpled paper- an afterthought to what was coming next.
“You sure did,” he began and nodded to the obvious standing ovation from down below. “-you want to tell me what the hell that was about?” his last few words dripped with a sense of venom…or was it playfulness? It was always hard to tell with him. Nonetheless all I could do was stand there and take whatever he had to throw at me. I’d done him wrong.
Or at least I thought I had; I wasn’t expecting him to rise from the bed with such a furiousness like that of a lion pouncing on it’s prey. Within seconds he had closed the gap between us, his hand flying to my chin and grabbing it forcefully. Never had I been more conscious about the existence of my own body- it felt as if electricity was spiraling through my veins, and shivers barreled down my spine in protest to the obvious: this was uncalled, not allowed- just plain ***wrong!*** What would Mom and dad think if they ever found out? Fuck was he going to tell them? And if so, when?
Already planning how I was going to pack my things and have to go, my brother instead leaned his face close, shoving that thought from my pretty little head with a whisper.
“If I had known you were planning this all along, I would’ve been so, *so much more* creative with my ideas, little sis.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/tu99zp/the_april_fools_joke_goneright_part1
Looking forward to part 2!