Pleasured By My Elder Brother

Lyra's fingers trembled as she typed, the blue glow of her phone the only light in her darkened bedroom.

LyraNight: I thought about him again today. God, I'm so fucked up.

She held her breath, waiting. The three dots appeared almost immediately....her anonymous stranger always responded, no matter what time, no matter what she confessed. For two years, he'd been her only outlet for the shameful desires that consumed her.

DarkVeil: Tell me.

Two simple words, but they made her pulse quicken. Her thighs pressed together beneath the silk sheets as heat pooled low in her belly.

LyraNight: I was at a gallery opening tonight. He wasn't even there, but I kept imagining... what if he was? What if he cornered me in one of the back rooms where they store the paintings?

DarkVeil: What would I do to you in that room, Lyra?

Her breath hitched. He always did that....shifted from third person to first, as if he were the man she fantasized about. It made everything feel more real, more dangerous.

LyraNight: You'd lock the door. Push me against the wall. I'd feel your body against mine, so much bigger, so much stronger. You'd grab my hair and force my head back so I had to look at you.

DarkVeil: And you'd be trembling. Like you are right now.

Fuck. He knew her too well.

LyraNight: Yes. I'd be scared and desperate at the same time. I'd want to run, but I'd want you to catch me more.

DarkVeil: What else?

Lyra's free hand slid down her stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of her panties. She was already wet, just from typing the words.

LyraNight: You'd tell me I've been a bad girl. That you've watched me for years, waiting for me to grow up. Waiting for me to be ready for everything you want to do to me.

DarkVeil: You have no idea how long I've waited.

LyraNight: You'd rip my dress. I know you would. You wouldn't care that it cost thousands or that people might hear. You'd tear it down the middle and....

Her fingers stilled. God, she couldn't actually type this. It was too much, too explicit, even for their anonymous confessions.

DarkVeil: Don't stop now, little one. Tell me what I'd do after I tore your pretty dress.

Little one. He'd started calling her that six months ago, and it made something twist deep in her chest every time. It reminded her of...

No. She couldn't think about him. Not while she was doing this.

LyraNight: You'd see that I wasn't wearing a bra. You'd put your mouth on me, rough and hungry. You'd bite my nipples until I cried out, and then you'd cover my mouth with your hand and tell me to be quiet or someone might discover us.

DarkVeil: I'd slide my other hand up your thigh. Under your skirt. And I'd find you soaked for me, wouldn't I?

LyraNight: Yes.

DarkVeil: Say it properly.

Lyra whimpered, her fingers circling her clit in slow, torturous movements.

LyraNight: Yes, I'd be soaked for you. I'm always wet when I think about you. When I think about my br....

She deleted the last word before she could finish it. Too close. Too real.

LyraNight: When I think about him.

DarkVeil: You can say it, Lyra. I know who you're really thinking about when you touch yourself. I've always known.

Her heart slammed against her ribs. No. He couldn't know. This was anonymous. Safe.

LyraNight: I don't know what you mean.

DarkVeil: Don't lie to me. Tell me what your brother would do to you in that gallery room. Tell me how he'd fuck you against the wall while priceless art watched.

Oh God. Oh God.

LyraNight: He'd... he'd push my panties aside. Wouldn't even take them off. Just shove them to the side and thrust two fingers inside me.

DarkVeil: You'd be so tight. Clenching around my fingers. Desperate for more.

LyraNight: I'd beg you. I wouldn't care how wrong it was. I'd beg my brother to fuck me.

There. She'd said it. The awful, shameful truth she'd been carrying since she was eighteen years old.

DarkVeil: Good girl. Now tell me what I'd do next.

LyraNight: You'd spin me around. Face pressed against the wall. You'd kick my legs apart and I'd feel you behind me, so hard, pressing against me through your pants.

DarkVeil: I'd lean down and whisper in your ear. Tell you exactly what a dirty little girl you are. How you've been teasing me for years with those innocent eyes and that sweet smile.

LyraNight: I have been. I've wanted you to notice. Wanted you to break.

DarkVeil: I've noticed everything, Lyra. Every time you bite your lip when I'm near. Every time you cross your legs and squeeze them together at the dinner table. Every time you touch yourself at night and whisper my name.

Her fingers froze. That was... too specific. Too real.

LyraNight: How would you know that?

DarkVeil: Keep going. Tell me what happens next.

Lyra's heart pounded, but the heat between her legs was unbearable. She needed the release, needed to finish the fantasy even as warning bells rang in the back of her mind.

LyraNight: You'd unzip your pants. I'd hear it and start shaking because I'd know what was coming. You'd grab my hip with one hand and guide yourself to my entrance.

DarkVeil: So wet for me. Dripping down your thighs.

LyraNight: You wouldn't be gentle. You'd thrust inside in one brutal stroke and I'd scream.

DarkVeil: And I'd cover your mouth again. Feel you crying against my palm while I fucked you like you've been begging me to for years.

Lyra's fingers moved faster, her breath coming in short gasps. She was close, so close.

LyraNight: You'd tell me I'm yours. That I've always been yours. That no other man will ever touch me because you own every inch of me.

DarkVeil: You ARE mine, Lyra. Body and soul. And soon, you'll know exactly what that means.

LyraNight: You'd fuck me harder. Fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. I'd feel you getting bigger, throbbing inside me.

DarkVeil: I'd pull your hair back, force you to arch for me. Ask you who you belong to.

LyraNight: You. I belong to you. My brother. God, I'm so fucked up. I'm....

A sound.

Lyra's entire body went rigid, her hand jerking away from herself like she'd been burned.

A door closing. Downstairs.

Someone was in the house.