My Brother’s Big Cock

Walking in my house from a run, my tight pink sports bra was restricting to my C-cup boobs. My ass needed some fresh air also. Running my hands through my long blonde hair, my blue eyes twinkle. Stripping off my bra, I dump water over my head, feeling up my boobs and running my fingers down my ass. Suddenly, a male clears his throat. Turning, firm tits and all, I see my brother Derek. “Dere!” I squeal, running to him. With his tan skin, athletic body, dark hair, and green eyes, who wouldn’t love him? Derek was my older brother who I shared everything with. “Alexa!” He smirks. “Love the outfit.” He shifts. Blushing, he checks me out, my firm C breasts boldly hanging out, nipples hardening. His gaze shifts down to my short tight fitting jog shorts. “Let me get something on,” I speak, covering my tits. “No no. Wouldn’t dream of it.” He shifts again, and I see a big bulge in his jeans. He leans in to hug me, obviously feeling my hardened nipples through his shirt. He licks his lips. “So why are you here?” I ask, letting my hands fall. “Just here to see my beautiful sister.” He has a hard time not staring. “You can stare, Derek.” His eyes immediately fall to my boobs. I shake slightly and he moans. I freeze. He does too. “Um. Well. This is kind of awkward.” He manages out.