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Banged By My Invisible Brother


Jocelyn Jax


Copyright © 2017

Published By Nightsilk Publishing


This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.


Warning: This story features erotic scenes of incest between brother and sister. All characters in this story are adults over the age of 18.




Do you ever feel like you’re being watched?

I don’t know what it is lately, but I never feel like I’m alone. I swear I hear breathing while I’m in my room by myself.

It’s only been like this for about a week, so maybe it’s stress getting to me. I am starting college soon, after all. And Mom and Dad say they haven’t noticed anything unusual.

I guess it is stress.

I’ve also been worried about my brother Julian. He hasn’t been around much lately. He seems to get up at the break of dawn and leave the house and not return until the wee hours of the night. Maybe he has a new girlfriend, but he’s never been secretive before. I hope he’s all right.

Ugh, I feel so tense! A nice hot shower might help.

I head into my large, luxurious, private bathroom—I’ll miss this when I go to live on campus. I shimmy out of my skinny jeans and pull off my T-shirt. I hear the door creak behind me and whip my head around.

No one’s there.

I walk over and close the door completely. When I turn around, I swear I feel something graze the bare skin of my breast that’s peeking out above my bra. I cross my arms. What could that have been? It almost felt like someone’s fingertips, but…that’s impossible!

I try to forget about it and run my shower. I look around the room one more time, even peeking inside the linen closet to ensure I’m really alone. Then, I unhook my bra and let it fall to the floor.

My nipples grow hard when they hit the cool air. Goosebumps crawl over my skin, and I can’t wait to get into the hot shower.

As I grab the waistband of my panties, something touches my nipple! If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it felt like lips giving it a soft peck!

I stumble backwards, nearly tripping over my two clumsy feet. There’s no one here but me. Am I losing my mind?

Maybe I imagined it. My nerves are shot. I pull down my panties and step out of them. I take one last look around my bathroom before entering the shower and drawing the curtain.

The hot water kisses my skin and relaxes my muscles. Oh, it feels good pouring down over my supple breasts and flowing over my mound. The thoughts of my phantom—or whatever it is—soon wash away.

I duck my head under the water, slicking back my wet hair with my hands. The water envelopes my breasts, as if caressing them. I actually start to feel aroused by it. It has been awhile since I’ve been fucked—another reason for my tension. Maybe that’s why I’m feeling strange sensations on my breasts. Maybe it’s my playful imagination trying to help my horniness.

I smile at the thought. Even right now, the water feels like a pair of hands rubbing my breasts, circling my areolas, teasing my nipples. I glance down through the falling water and see the droplets land on something invisible. Whatever it is, it’s blocking the shower from hitting my breasts directly.

I blink several times, thinking the water in my eyes is confusing my vision. Whatever it is vanishes and the water lands upon my breasts as before.

I turn around so the shower hits my back. My tension returns in full-force. Something strange is going on. I just don’t know what it is!

I try to shake off my uneasiness. I lather my hair with shampoo. It drips down my forehead and I have to close my eyes. Now blind, I feel even more creeped out. I have to hurry and finish up so I can go tell Mom and Dad about this strangeness.

With my fingers in my sudsy hair, I feel something between my legs. A fingertip lightly strokes my slit! I clench my thighs together, crushing a hand between them.

Oh my god! I’m not alone!

I quickly dunk my head under the water to wash the shampoo out of my eyes. The finger presses between my pussy lips and touches my clit. I can’t believe I’m being violated in my own shower!

I wipe at my eyes and open them.

Nobody’s here. I look down and my thighs clearly have something clenched between them, but nothing’s there. I can still feel the fingertip on my clit. In fact, I’m getting turned on by its touch.

“Hello? Is someone there?” I ask.

How dumb. Of course there isn’t. I would see them. It has to be a trick of my mind, but if this is some sort of nervous breakdown, this is a hell of a way for it to manifest.

I slowly unclench my thighs, releasing the phantom hand. But it doesn’t release me. The finger strokes my clit harder until it starts to throb. I plant my hand on the tiled wall as my pussy trembles.


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