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While in the main university library, all devices must at all times be switched to vibrate or silent modes. Usually, it’s just Andrew who calls me and every now and then our mother calls me. No one else contacts me at while I’m working, so I generally leave my phone on vibrate mode just in case I forget to set it when entering the library every morning.

I was having my lunch in the shade by the fountain in front of the library when I felt a vibration in the pocket of my pants. As I’m wasn’t expecting any calls, it really startled me, nearly spitting out my drink.

Andrew called to say he’d be picking me up as his office was closing early that day. When I returned to the building, I was delighted since I would be seeing my older brother sooner than typical that day.

I was about to leave the library when I noticed him coming toward the fountain where we had planned to meet. He was still dressed in his shirt and tie, plainly sweating in the heat of the summer and making me feel like I was underdressed because I was in just a t-shirt, shorts, and sandals. But that was quickly forgotten as we drove home.

Because we didn’t leave the A/C on when neither of us was around, the flat was fairly warm as usual. I was used to it since I typically got home early and could put on the air conditioner so that the temperature in the flat was pleasant by the time Andrew got home from work. However, it was evident that because he was still dressed in his shirt and tie, the heat was virtually painful for him, especially with the tie around his neck.

“I have an idea,” I said. “Go undress, and I’ll be there in a minute.”

He stared at me suspiciously for a time, clearly wondering as to what I had in my mind. “All right,” he said as he walked toward his bedroom.

I switched on the A/C and ran into my bedroom to quickly get out of my clothes, then rushed to the kitchen to get a tray of ice from the refrigerator. When I entered my brother’s room, he had just removed his final garment, his shirt and turned to discover me, similarly nude, holding a tray of ice and a cute not-so-innocent smile on my face.

“That’s a good idea,” he remarked. “That’s a fantastic idea.”

Andrew was ready, face down on the bed. I sat beside him and took two ice cubes from the tray. I brushed an ice cube over my big brother’s naked back, smiling gleefully as he flinched at the initial contact of the chill on his warm flesh. When an ice cube was completely melted, I got another one and resumed my self-appointed task of massaging the melting ice all over his back, ass, legs, feet, hands, arms, neck and even briefly against his testicles (which definitely made him shiver and moans pleasantly), and when I was done, the A/C had finished its job, cooling the temperature to a relatively comfortable level.

What I hadn’t wondered of earlier was the dampness on the bed. The melting ice had to go someplace, and whatever hadn’t evaporated or soaked into Andrew’s skin had made its way to the bed. It would almost certainly be entirely dry by the time we were ready to sleep that night, but I determined that we would sleep in my bed nevertheless, because neither of us would want to lie in moisture.

“Get another tray of ice, and you may treat my front side as well,” my big brother said quietly.

Andrew shivered noticeably when I iced his chest, but he didn’t stop me. He did put his hand on my thigh and inched progressively closer and closer towards my vagina, eventually rubbing my labia as he kept shivering, his nipples standing at attention, but not quite as obvious as mine when I was really aroused.

I slid the ice lower on his body, lower still, and lower still, until I was holding an ice cube to his erect penis. He groaned quietly but never looked away from me, his fingers probing into me. Even though his fingers were warm, I was treating his genitals with a countering sensation.

I got another ice cube and held it to his testicles. He muttered through gritted teeth, closing his eyes and breaking the look, obviously attempting to keep himself warm. I gently kneaded his testicles with the larger ice cube as a nearly-melted ice cube was rubbed along his thick and long erection, and he started shaking from a strong surge of cold flashing through him, yet he still seemed to have the presence of mind to force a pair of fingers inside me, making me unexpectedly inhale sharply and loudly. I was astounded by his erection’s power, that it remained hard despite the extreme cold being massaged along his solid erection and forced against his most sensitive organ.

I eventually gave up because I wasn’t sure what extended contact to ice would do to my brother’s testicles, or to the sperm that would eventually be within me. I replaced the ice cubes in the tray and covered his genitals with my hands, giving some warmth for him. His finger thrusts decreased, and eventually his hand retreated, spreading my wetness on my thigh.

Andrew finally opened his eyes, peering up at me with astonishment and awe, his breathing still slightly quicker than typical. “Wow…” he said gently.

“Are you still feeling a little hot?” I asked, jokingly.

My brother smirked and shrugged. “No, but I am astounded.”

“Oh really? What is it that astounds you?”

“The fact that regarding, of which you claim to have had basically little to none sexual experience prior to you and I… um, you know… yet here you are, you just taught me something.”

I was still blushing and beaming when we fell asleep in my bed that night.

*****

Summer had certainly struck. Even at night, the humidity was high and the temperature was even higher. It reached to the point where Andrew and I would nearly at all times leave the blinds closed, even during the day, so that we (or, more specifically, me) could wander around the apartment topless…or, most often, we would just be almost naked.

I usually wore just a panty or a thong. In fact, I was wearing thongs more and more frequently. My brother definitely liked the thongs I wore since they exposed more of my body for his gaze to feast on. But even if I wore shorts or a skirt, the fact that I was topless provided him with enough eye candy as a viewing pleasure.

For my own, I relished seeing my older brother topless. He wasn’t cover model material, and I knew I’d never see him marching down a runway in the newest Speedo swimwear, but seeing him topless cheered me up, and it reminded me of my naked chest pushed tightly against his, of listening to his heartbeat as he snuggled with me on one of the beds.

It was early on Friday evening, and I was cooking a normal student supper for us: mac and cheese with diced corn dogs added for taste and texture. I was only wearing a red thong when I started cooking the mac and cheese. I heard the key turn in the lock and I soon saw Andrew come into the kitchen, already naked and drenched in sweat.

“Honey, I’m home,” he whispered quietly, and I burst out laughing. We exchanged a short kiss before I resumed my focus to dinner preparations. He stood behind me, his moistened front to my drenched back while his hands softly pinched my breasts. I felt him extend and stiffen against my back, and I grinned again, mostly to myself, still shocked that I could have such an exciting impact on my big brother.

“You’re dessert!” he declared, softly whispering into my ear.

“Gladly,” I said, “but only if you belong to the Clean Plate Club.”

“Yes, Mom,” Andrew said, and we both chuckled.

Andrew had taken a rapid shower by the time supper was served – literally just enough time to wipe the wetness off his skin. He, like myself, wore only his underwear, and I was surprised that he was wearing even that much, though the A/C would have undoubtedly helped to cool him after the trip back from work, during the hottest time of the day. Our bare feet remained touching while we ate, moving up each other’s legs until I eventually rested a foot in his lap, although his thighs quickly separated, allowing the heel of my foot to rub against his penis which was quickly getting erect. As he ate, his left hand continued to caress my foot, which also helped to hold my foot in position to softly nudge him and progressively excite him, just as the act gradually aroused me soon.

We both relaxed back in our chairs once we finished eating. My foot was still in my big brother’s lap, and he was caressing me while holding my foot in place with both hands and his legs. My eyes flicked shut, and I could feel the love seeping into my foot and spreading throughout the rest of my body. My rising desire had obviously soaked the crotch of my thong, and I was confident Andrew had noticed the stiffening tips gracing my petite breasts.

The solid erection was clearly against the sole of my foot. It was tall and sturdy, merely disguised by black cotton garment. My mouth watered as I imagined myself crouching down beneath the table, thankfully stuck between his thighs as my head bobbed up and down, pleasuring my big brother with my mouth and hands, swirling my tongue around his throbbing penis, attempting to extract the creamy passion that weighed his testicles…

As he pulled my foot from between his thighs, my eyes slowly opened. “Prepare yourself for me, dessert,” he murmured quietly as my sorrowful eyes met his.

Andrew wiped down everything from the table, and while he was loading the dishes into the dishwasher, I took off my thong and placed it on the table, then climbed on to the table myself so that he could sit and lean forward a bit to eat me. While I waited, I slipped a finger inside my wet hole and began caressing my clitoris.

“That’s it,” I heard him announce from the kitchen, where he could see me clearly. “Prepare yourselves for me…”

As I began to move against my own hand, I masturbated, my hard-tipped breasts shimmying above my breasts. My free hand softly pinched a nipple, deliberately fondled a breast, and I couldn’t keep quiet any longer.

There had been a visible puddle of lust underneath me by the time my big brother returned naked to our tiny dining room, but I felt no shame in feeling his hands prodding my thighs just a little further aside, no shame in his eyes being close enough to my sisterly sex that I could feel his alluring breath further warming up the liquid love gushing and oozing out of me.

“Take your hand off,” he urged quietly, and I did as he asked, blatantly massaging my breasts with both hands, and then when he gave me the most intimate kiss, I’d yet experienced, a moan unlike any I’d ever uttered before came from deep inside my soul.

My big brother ate his dessert, and he savored it, took his time and relished in it, tasting my tangy sweet deliciousness. I was comfort food for him, tightening around the invading fingers and squirming beneath his discriminating tongue’s caresses. Despite the air conditioning, I was hot with passion, desire, love – with his love – and just as I wondered my body could very well melt into his mouth, I erupted with a voiceless scream, tossed around on a tidal wave of ecstasy, banging my right wrist hard against the table in the midst of my release, the pain barely felt in the moment due to the ecstasy flowing through my body.

I was still shivering from the overwhelming climax, when I was hauled forward and yanked onto my big brother’s lap. He clutched me closely while I whimpered, trembled, murmured lovely nothings into his ear, felt his own desire oozing between us.

Surprisingly, Andrew did not enter inside me that evening, nor did I have him as a late-night snack. While our blossoming sexuality was obviously important to us both, it was not a daily requirement, despite the fact that we spent the majority of our time in the flat topless or mostly naked. That evening did, however, conclude with a long massage beneath his exquisite and sensual hands – a massage so gorgeous that I fell asleep and only awoke when the sun was too bright for me to sleep any longer.

NSFW: yes

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