Family Vacation

I had been living with the Johnson family for four years when it finally happened. I can't say I regret it, or that it was wrong in any way, after all Mike wasn't really my brother.

I guess I should start telling you the story from the start. When I just turned fourteen my life was turned upside down. Both my parents died in a horrible crash and I was left in the care of strangers, as my family had no close relatives. After a year as a foster child Marie and Theodore decided to adopt me, not that they needed to, but it was better than having to go to the social service every time I needed something official like a new passport or to be allowed to leave the country. And I had gone from being Sammi Gearer to being Sammi Johnson, at least on all legal papers.

It all started the week after I turned 18 when we went to Spain for two weeks to celebrate my "coming of age" as Marie liked to call it. My new parents were in their mid-fifties but they didn't seem to like the thought of growing old, so these trips were something we always did twice a year since we could afford it though we weren't extremely wealthy.

After packing our bags and running to the departure gate we could all sink into our seats. I sat with Mike, who is two years older than me, but doesn't act that way. Mike stole the window seat as he always do, and after an angry look at him I sat down in the middle row sulking. I'm not really a very vocal person. I've never been, but it only got worse after my parents death and Mike was the only one I would open up to, and then only sometimes.

As he looked out the window I looked over at him, the one really steady thing in my life, and smiled a little. Since the first time I had entered the Johnson family house I had, had a little crush on Mike. And though I didn't like to admit it to myself I could still feel a small shiver run through my body when I looked at him. Mike was a little under the normal height for a guy his age, but what he lacked in height he made up for in... Well everything else. He was on the wrestling team in his college and had gotten strong lean muscles from all the hours spent training or performing and his white skin stretched perfectly over his muscles. He always smiled and had a smooth yet rough quality to his voice that always made me melt. Combine that with his hypnotizing blue eyes and his ruffled dark hair and he was in every way a God in my eyes.

I looked away quickly when he looked back at me afraid he would see the heat that was slowly rising in my cheeks, but as always he was oblivious to the small details that I, as a photographer and writer, always found so very important. Question marks were shining from those caring yet sexy blue eyes of the guy I was supposed to see as a brother.

"What's wrong Sammi?" He said in that slow way he always spoke to me in, as if he was afraid he would scare me away if he raised his voice even a little. "Oh nothing, just wishing I for once could get the window seat," I said, successfully keeping my voice from shaking. Mike gave me a quick flashing smile as he recognized my sulking pose and shook his head. "Early bird gets the worm," He said and picked up his newest fantasy book from his coat pocket as if to stop me from complaining more. I didn't actually care about the window seat this time, I only wished I had my camera with me so that I could have taken a picture of how perfect his silhouette looked against the strong sun outside. I picked up my note book and started scribbling down a quick story about a girl who was hopelessly in love with a shadow in my own head wondering if there was any way I could make this erotic on a later basis when I was alone.

Before I could get any more comfortable in my seat my neighbour on the other side fell down into his seat and grinned at me. He was around my age and looked as if he had won the lottery as he studied me much more thoroughly than I felt comfortable with. I knew I was quite good looking with my fiery red hair that hung in light curls down to my back and my big pouty lips that one too many drunk guys in my year had tried to kiss at that last day of school right before this wonderful holiday. But of course this guy was focusing on my next best asset, my breasts that were a good handful with their healthy c-cup and quite perky due to my young age. My greatest asset stayed hidden where I sat on it, if not his eyes would have been wandering between my ass and my breasts instead of just staying at one place. I trained every day too, and my small waist didn't really help the size of my breasts at all so I knew why he was looking. That didn't mean I liked it or approved of it though.

He was not much to look at, just average in everything so instead of actually telling him to move his eyes and risking starting up a conversation of bad pickup lines I put my note book down and put Mikes coat over me, falling asleep before we were even properly up in the air.

My dream was fantastic. Mike was slowly moving his hands over my body revelling in every inch of my naked skin as he put me down on the sandy beach we had been walking down hand in hand. "You are just so perfect, why didn't I notice this before?" he moaned into my ear as his hand slipped under my bikini top and started massaging my breast. I heard myself whimper slightly at the much needed touch as he slowly tweaked my nipple between two fingers and then let his whole palm rest on top of it, moving his hand in circles and continued the very erotic massage. I whispered no escaped my lips as he let go of my breast and spoke again. "I want you so bad, all of you, forever," His voice took on that rough edge he got when he played with himself at night. I had stood outside his door so many times that I knew that tone by heart. His lips crushed against mine just as his hand slipped into my bikini bottoms and played with my clit before sticking a finger inside my wetness. "God you're so wet," was the last thing I heard in my dream before I was woken up by Mike's angry whisper to the guy on the other side of me. His look was nothing like it had been in my dream. Instead of loving and sensual he looked more like he was ready to kill someone.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He hissed. At first I though he was speaking to me and dread filled me when I pictured myself moaning his name in sleep. But then an unfamiliar voice on the other side of me spoke and I remembered my perverted neighbour that had been looking at me and almost drooling when I first decided to go asleep. "She seemed like she liked it," He hissed back though with a hint of fear in his tone. I realized they thought I was still asleep and decided to pretend to be so until I found out what was going on.

"She's asleep for gods-sake, she had no idea what was going on!" Mike's whisper had risen a little in volume, he was getting really angry now. Even under my closed eyelids I could picture how his eyes would turn to ice when he got this mad. But I didn't get much time to think about how he probably looked defending my honour because my perverted neighbour was speaking again. "Well she was really wet, my finger slid straight in. So she wanted it. And what's it to you anyways? Sad that you didn't think of finger fucking the bitch before?" I could feel Mike tense, ready to hit him, but I was a little quicker and slapped him straight across the cheek full force before calling over a steward to explain what he had done to me. The perv was quickly removed from the seat, but in leaving he kept saying he'd find me again in Spain and give it to me rough. I shivered at his cold threat and felt kind of dirty by the fact that it actually made me even wetter to think of him forcing himself on me.

Looking across to the other row I noticed that both my adoptive parents were sound asleep, thank God they hadn't seen any of this. But on the other side of me was someone that had, and I was too embarrassed to actually look up on Mike when he spoke. A quiet are you OK? Was followed by a nod from me before he actually put a hand underneath my chin to turn my head towards him.

"I didn't notice at first, I'm so sorry," He said and stopped me from telling him that it wasn't his fault. "When I turned to check on you he had your skirt up over your stomach and a finger inside your underwear, for everyone to see. And I just wanted to kill him, but I froze, I didn't know how to deal with the situation. I just looked as he put a hand up and pulled my coat away so he could play with your boobs and I froze. I'm sorry," He said again, tears starting to shine in his eyes. He had always been kind of over protective, so this was probably horrible for him. I kissed his cheek carefully, after checking that me clothes were on properly after that pervert touched me, and rested my head on Mike's shoulder. "It's not your fault Mikey, he was the bad guy and you saved me from him," I whispered, feeling high on gratitude and just finding Mike hotter than ever after saving me.

Looking down at his lap though, I saw something I hadn't been prepared for, he was hard as rock. And he was huge! I went back to sleep on his shoulder and dreamt of having his huge cock inside me, making me his the way I wanted him to. I slept, dreaming about Mike, until we landed in Spain.

The first couple of days were quite normal, until Marie and Theodore decided to head out on some two-day historical sightseeing trip, leaving Mike and me to take care of our selves at the hotel. Right after they left Mike and me went down to the pool with towels and sunscreen lotion to enjoy the lovely weather. After doing my entire front I lay down on my stomach and asked Mike to do my back. I had a plan now, after seeing his erection on the plane I knew I had to have him, and with two days alone I was going to make it happen.

Mike's hands worked fast, until they came down to my ass. It's always been a little rounder than what most girls have, but as with my slightly olive skin I think it comes from my fathers Spanish genes. I knew I had a great ass, round and tight just in the right places, but it felt great to feel Mike slow down as he worked on my lower back and my thighs. As he got higher on my thighs I felt a finger press against the sensitive skin between my ass and my pussy and as quickly disappear when Mike noticed where he was hitting me. He started moving quickly again further down my thighs, but that did not fit with my plan. "Mike, if you wouldn't mind, could you take a little right under where the bikini bottom starts, if it moves I'll get sunburned," I say, trying to add embarrassment to my voice instead of just pure lust. He hesitated and sighed, but soon started slowly massaging the lotion into my ass cheeks; he was probably too busy to notice that his thumb was lying just at the crack so I took advantage of it, moving up so that his finger met my pussy lips slightly and then down again. Mike had frozen, but I just continued moving his finger from the crack and down to my pussy lips, moaning lightly every time I made any contact.

"Sammi, you... We shouldn't do this," Mike said, his voice hoarse in the way it always got when he was turned on. "You're right, not here at least," I said smiling slightly hoping that he would be aroused enough to think with his cock instead of his head. He didn't look appalled, but he didn't do anything else either. Quickly he went away from me and jumped out into the pool, leaving me alone for the rest of the day, watching him swimming laps in the pool.

When evening came we stayed at the hotel bar, during the whole night I teased him with small things. When I knew he was looking I would pull a hand over my breast pretending to have an itch, or on the inside of my thigh, giving him a good look at the crimson red thong I had on underneath the black small dress I had decided to wear that night. I would "accidentally" stroke over his cock when I leaned in to talk to him, to taste his drink or to get something from the other side of him, at the same time pushing my breasts against him too. Mike was quiet most of the night and I decided it was time to move on to the next part of my plan. "I'm tired, I think I'll head up," I said with a last stroke of his cock, which was now pretty much fully erect. "I'll be up after I finish my drink," He said with that strained voice I loved so much. I gave him a hug, feeling his cock bulge towards me, before I ran upstairs.

Well inside our room I pushed our two twin beds together to make a double bed and got ready for bed, getting fully naked before I went in under the covers. Only a minute or so after I was under the cover Mike came in, looking at the two beds put together unsure of what was happening. "I was just thinking of the threat that guy on the flight made and I got scared, so I wanted to sleep closer to you like I used to do when I had nightmares. You don't mind do you?" I said, acting as innocent and afraid I could with my need for him so obvious by the wet patch my pussy was making. "Of course not," Mike said, his words a little slurred from too much to drink. I hoped the alcohol would ruin his inhibitions enough for him to give in to my idea as I watched him dress down to his boxers and crawl into bed next to me.

It wasn't until I snuggled close he noticed that I wasn't dressed. His whole body tensed and his cock started getting hard again, but he didn't move. "You're not dressed?" He asked it like a question, though he clearly knew the answer with my c-cups pushing against his arm. "It's too warm. You don't mind do you? Don't you like my body?" I said, pushing a little closer as I ended the sentence. Mike was getting really hard now, and I let a hand slip down to caress his hard, big cock. It had to be around 9 inches, and I was sure I'd never fit it all inside me, but I wanted to try. "No, we shouldn't," He breathed, but his feeble attempt of moving away from me showed me that he really did want the same thing as me, "There's nothing wrong with it, I'm not really your sister," I purred, trying to see if my words alone could push him over the edge. But Mike was stubborn by nature and I let my hand work its way up and down his shaft as I moved myself so that I was lying half on top of him before I removed my hand to crawl all the way up and let my pussy lips stroke his cock through the boxer. I almost came just by feeling his pulsing cock against my pussy and my clit, but focusing on the plan kept me away from the edge.

Turning my attention towards Mike's face again he stayed still, but he looked horrified and turned on at the same time. As if what I was putting him through was the worst kind of torture. His hands were resting lightly on my hips and I knew I didn't need to do much to push him over the edge now. I licked my lips before I looked at him with big dark, pleading eyes readying my little dirty speech as I looked down on him with my breasts pushed firmly against him.

"Please Mikey, I want you so much. I've wanted you for a long time, I want to feel your big cock split open my pussy Mike, and I want you to fuck me. Please, can't you feel how wet I am through your boxers?" I waited for an answer, all I got was a slight nod, but it was all I needed.

"I want you Mikey, I want you inside me. I've saved myself for you Mike, you're the only one I've ever wanted and I want to be yours. I want you to make me yours big-brother," The tortured look in his eyes went away as I talked dirty, and before I knew it he had flipped me over and was on top of me. His lips locked with mine in that first heavenly and passionate kiss. Our tongues danced with each other as he stole my breath away with his lips, releasing me only to tug off his boxers.

"Are you sure?" He said as I felt his hard cock push against my stomach, I gave him a nod as I shuddered from the pleasure of feeling him on top of me. That was all he needed before he turned into a version of himself I hadn't seen before, and one I hoped to see again and again. As he pushed against my tight pussy he groaned and held me tight before whispering slowly into my ear; "You're a great little tease you know that?" I moaned at his words as the hot breath tickled me and the words made me feel dirtier than ever before.

He went careful at first slowly opening me up so that I could take his thick cock inside me. As he met my hymen he looked at me once more. I nodded and closed my eyes, readying myself for the pain I knew was about to come. As he pushed through I whimpered a little in pain and he lay still until I started moving against him again. He pushed into me and out again, slowly establishing a rhythm. I couldn't take all of him, he filled me up completely and I bit my lip and started gasping in pleasure, which made him move in and out of me faster.

"You like this don't you? You're just a little slut aren't you?" He said between our moans as he moved in and out of me even faster and harder. "Yes, yes, I love feeling you inside me big-brother! I'm your little slut," I heard myself scream, though I didn't know how I head breath to do so through my panting. "Take as much of my cock inside you as you can my little whore, be a good little slut for your brother," Mike said as he continued moving with rapid speed within me.

I felt something build up within me and suddenly my whole world seemed to be filled with small spots of light as I had my first proper orgasm that wasn't brought on by my little bullet vibrator or my own finger. I heard myself scream his name over and over again and Mike telling me what a good little slut I was as he continued his assault on me as I convulsed around his cock and even as I started to calm down again. We continued fucking for a while more until I felt the build up again and gasped as I let my nails dig into his shoulders. "I'm gonna cum again Mikey! Cum with me, fill your little sluts cunt with your cum," I growled as my orgasm drew closer. I could feel Mike tense on top of me as he came, and feeling his cum fill me I was pushed over the edge to my pussy tightening and realising its grip on his cock as it greedily emptied him of cum drawing small moans of pleasure out of him too.

We lay there in each other's arms for a little while, his flaccid cock still inside me as we slowly kissed each other, nibbling now and again on an ear or neck whilst we basked in the afterglow.

"I love you Mikey, and I hope we can do this again," I said as he finally pulled out of me and snuggled close to me in a spooning position, his wet cock between my ass cheeks.

"Of course, as you said yourself, you're mine now. And we'll have a lot of fun here in Spain as well as at home. I'm gonna teach you how to be a great little slut. I love you Sammi," Mike said into my hair. We fell asleep like that and I knew that this wasn't the last time I got to have my adopted brothers cock inside me.