Incest An Incident with Brother)

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We had roamed in our undergarments all around the house many times before. It was more like a thing during the summer to combat the heat.

He changed the channel and put on the game’s highlights that were played a couple of years prior. It pissed me off. I wanted to watch a movie, not dumb highlights of a game played years ago. I jumped on him to get the remote. He pushed me away.
I pulled his hair, and he pulled mine. We had officially started fighting over the remote. In our fight, I caught his tank top. I pulled it to pull him closer, but the fabric snapped, and it was torn into pieces. He dropped the remote to mourn the loss of his top. I seized the moment and picked up the remote.
He was enraged. It was a big insult to him. His younger sister tore off his shirt. He chased me to the bedroom. He clipped my leg, and I fell to the bed. I put my hands behind me and tucked the remote underneath. He climbed over me and tried to pull my arms from under my back.
I tried to slither to make his task as difficult as possible. I knew he was stronger than me, but I wasn’t ready to surrender my acquired property. The age-old fight that had taken place between every brother and sister on this planet, over the bragging rights over the TV, was underway in full glory.
“Bhaiya, get off of me,” I grunted. I continued to struggle.
“Give me the remote, Elena,” he yelled. He used all his strength to pull my arms from under my back.
“No,” I snapped. I gave him a stern look.
“Ok, fine. Plan B then,” he muttered under his breath.
He was no longer trying to pull my arms out. He switched tactics and began tickling me on my belly. My lower belly is the most sensitive part of my body. I can’t hold back my giggles if someone tickles me there. I was laughing like crazy as Liam tickled me.
I flapped on the bed like a fish out of water. My whole body was shaking. The grip around the remote was loosening. Finally, I let go of it to free my hands so that I could stop him from tickling me.
He saw the opening, grabbed the remote, and ran out of the room. My giggles stopped, and I got off the bed and chased after him. But there was one thing I was unaware of. During my struggle, my bra got unhooked. And as soon as I got up, it slid off my body. I was topless.
My boobs were showing, but I had no awareness of it. The adrenaline was rushing through my veins. My body was all warmed up. I didn’t realize it, nor did I ever look down to see that my tits were hanging out.
His shoes were lying in the drawing-room by the flower vase. I kicked one in his path. He tripped over it and slid across the room. His boxer shorts were loose on him. They slipped off his waist and came off as he slid along the floor.
He wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Again, I failed to notice that in the heat of the moment, and so did he. The remote had flown out of his grasp when he hit the floor. It flew over the divan and landed atop the dresser behind it.
I saw him trying to get back to his feet. I immediately jumped on him and pinned him down. I lay on his back. My boobs rubbed against his spine. I don’t think he realized that, and neither did I.
I had him pinned down. Flat on his chest. He tried to crawl towards the divan with the help of his big arms. I got hold of his wrists and pulled his arms back. He started throwing kicks to get me off of him. He was facing down so he could aim his kicks properly.
He flapped his legs like a rookie swimmer flapping his legs in the water. I laid still on his back to avoid his kicks. I waited for him to exhaust himself. His kicks kept missing me, but his toes caught the elastic strap of my panties. He jerked his legs fiercely to free them from the bounds of my underpants.
The motion of his legs took my panties off along with them like a strong ocean wave washing away the swimmers. As he stopped to catch his breath, I got to my feet and advanced toward the remote. Neither of us had realized that we were both naked now, from head to toe.