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by Justin Luxure
Published by Lot’s Cave
Innocent Horseplay: Used By My Brother and Father, © 2018, by Justin Luxure
Cover by Morgaine Wrightman
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All Characters In This Book Are Age 18 Or Older
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
A Lot’s Cave Novel
My Father is a man in his late forties; just a few years older than my Mother. I’ll admit he is a handsome man with salt and pepper hair and a strong jaw line; my Mother could have done much worse. He is a distinguished lawyer at a prestigious law firm in the city and dresses as such from fitted suits, all the way down to his polished black shoes.
My older Brother on the other hand is your typical alpha male jock type; always going on about his glory days and his love for the game of football as if there was nothing more important to him. Over the years we have found some common ground and are able to tolerate one another.
Every morning Joshua was up at six, ready for his run through the nearby wooded trails. He was still fit, with thick arms and a flat stomach that he didn’t mind strutting around the house and showing off after workouts. His sweaty, smooth body had me flustered at time, but I was always able to shake those nasty thoughts after a brief moment of day dreaming. Joshua wasn’t the guy I would normally go for – he is my Brother after all – but it was hard to ignore his titillating attributes. I’m only human.
I had never crossed over into that line of touching myself while thinking about him until a few days ago. Joshua had just finished his morning run and walked into the house drenched in sweat thanks to the California heat. Immediately he pulled his shirt off to reveal his glistening body before heading straight into the bathroom for a shower.
I was in the kitchen finishing up some cereal before heading back to my bedroom, but as I walked down the hallway I noticed the bathroom door was slightly left open. The shower was running and steam was slowly emerging from the doorway. I reached to close the door, but my eyes wandered inside to see Joshua with nothing on but a white towel wrapped around his waist. The shower’s steam made his body shine like a statue sculpted by Venus herself. I could see the outline of his muscular ass cheeks through the towel and quickly became aroused.
As he turned towards the mirror – without noticing me – he unraveled the towel and let it drop to the floor. Now I could see everything Joshua had going for him. His tight ass flexed from the feeling of being bare as his impressive cock drooped down past his smooth testicles. Beads of sweat ran down his thick flaccid cock only making me salivate that much more.
I moved my hand down the front of my pants and rubbed my clit as I watched him step into the shower. Once the frosted glass door shut, the show was over and I went back to my bedroom a bit ashamed of what I had done. Not only did these thoughts seem wrong, but I had just invaded someone else’s privacy.
I laid down on my bed with sexual thoughts running through my head like a race track of lust. The more I thought about it, the more I convinced myself that there was nothing wrong with it and I should act on these feelings. I’ve never been a selfish person, maybe it was time to be a little selfish and have some fun. The only question was, how was I going to approach him? This had to be well thought out; it wasn’t like approaching a guy at a bar. If Joshua wasn’t into it, then we’d still have to live under the same roof and I might be forced into therapy.
This afternoon, my Mother and Father went to the flea market about an hour ago leaving Joshua and I in the house alone. I had come up with an idea that had a high risk but an even higher reward in my eyes. I was going to seduce Joshua to the point that he couldn’t keep his hands off of me; forcing him to initiate and think the idea was his all along. How hard could that possibly be? I’ve seen it done in movies, television and books; I just needed to be confident and bold
I went into my closet and pulled out an old ragged white tank top, denim hot pants and a green thong that could only be seen when bent over. I looked in the mirror and was impressed at how well I was able to "slut it up," but it still felt like something was missing. I reached back and undid my bra before sliding it off under my shirt. My nipples pointed through the thin fabric of my tank top. If he didn't notice me like this, then he must be gay.
I stood on the inside of my bedroom door becoming more anxious than I expected to be. I took in a deep breath that only further accentuated by breasts. I had to be confident or this whole plan would back fire. After a mental count to three I opened the door and headed down the hallway to his bedroom. I walked around the corner only to see he wasn't there.
I made my way to the living room where I heard the sound of gun fire coming from the television. Joshua was sitting on the couch playing a video game in a muscle shirt and cargo shorts. When he is playing a game he really gets into a zone and focuses on only that; I may have to get creative.
"Hey Joshua," I said sitting down next to him. "What are you up to?"
"Playing a game," he said not taking his eyes off the screen. "Can't you see that?"
"Can I play?"
"Sorry, it's more of a solo game."
I couldn't help but think he was even more of an idiot for not turning his head the slightest bit to realize how I was dressed. Alright, a lot of the time he is an idiot, but I'm not interested in his brain.
"What does that say on the system?" I said getting up.