Eden Books Banging My Bro At 30 000 : Brother Fuckers 9

My brother Justin and I are traveling trans-Atlantic to visit relatives in Europe, but long-haul flights can be pretty boring.

I hadn’t expected to wake up beside Justin to see him jerking off though, and when I whip away his blanket to confirm my fears I’m a mix of shock and arousal.  I need it inside me.  I need his cum!

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“Show me again,” I said, touching my shoulder to his and leaning in close.

“Hell no,” he said.  “You shouldn’t have seen that.”

“But I did.  Fuck!  I can’t believe how bad you are.”

“Bad?”

“Dude, you’re jerking your cock on a airplane.  That’s pretty gnarly.”

Justin smirked, relishing the compliment.

“I was sat here the whole time.”

“Sorry,” he said.

“No, I mean you could have woken me up.”

He pulled out his solitary ear-piece.  “Woken you up?”

“Yeah,” I said, smiling excitedly.  “I’d have loved to watch.”

“Watch?!  Jess, you’re my sister!”

“Crazy, huh?” I shrugged.

“You want to watch?!”

“Why not?”

Justin stared blankly, as though I was the crazy person in all of this.

“Why not?” he mimicked?  “Uh, perhaps because it’s illegal?”

“So is that vodka and coke in some states,” I said, pointing at his empty cup.

“That’s not really the same, is it?”

“Show me,” I said, nodding down at the blanket.

“Jess!”

“Show me,” I urged again.  “I wanna see how you do it.”

Justin swallowed hard and rightly so.  I watched his Adam’s apple bounce in his throat.  He straightened his back and looked up over the seats.  I started to get excited in anticipation.

“Just quickly,” he said, and I hopped my butt on the seat.

“Not too quick, though.”

Justin looked down at his lap as he moved the gray blanket slowly.  The pair of us started at his crotch and I watched as his flesh was revealed, beginning first of all with his stomach before revealing his shorn pubic-hair that sat above the real prize.

I watched the smooth crown emerge from beneath, then I watched the stiff length flow back into his pants.  For a few seconds the pair of us just looked at it.  It almost didn’t seem real.

“Stroke it,” I whispered.

Justin looked up over the seat again and then moved his hand to it.  His fingers wrapped around it slowly until it was gripped in his fist.  He squeezed it and I watched the veins become more pronounced as they coursed towards the tip.

“Fuck,” I breathed.

He gave it several long, slow pumps and I watched each one with keen interest, feeling my pussy flood with arousal as he did so.  The act was both entirely wrong and yet absolutely necessary in equal measure.  I can’t quite articulate how I felt, but it was as though I simply had to see it.

On his last, slow pump he squeezed and I watched this pearlescent bead appear, creeping out from the slit at the peak of his crown.

“Mmm,” I hummed.  “Precum.”

“You like that,” Justin said, and he ran his thumb over it so it glossed the tip of his cock.

“I love it,” I cooed, peering down the aisle again.  “Let me taste it.”

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