My Brother’s Girlfriend
By HotJeannie ã 2008
I really wasn’t as excited as the rest of the family. A trip up north to my family’s cabin used to be a highlight of the summer for me, but not this year. My name is Becky and I just turned twelve. Why is this year going to be different? One reason: I just turned twelve! The camp, the woods, the solitude had lost its allure. The other reason was because my older brother Brad was given permission to bring his girlfriend along. My folks are oblivious to one big thing about them (well, they’re oblivious to a lot of things, but I’m talking about my brother and his girlfriend here): They have sex! I knew because I heard them two times when my parents weren’t home and Brad snuck her up to his bedroom.
Yuck!
I hate to admit it but his girlfriend Jill was friendly to me. She didn’t treat me like some kids treat their boyfriends’ or girlfriends’ younger siblings, which was surprising. She had short blonde hair and perky breasts that I was very envious of, since I was a brunette and had no chest to speak of.
At the camp I could see that Jill was working hard at impressing my parents. She volunteered to help out with a lot of the chores and was fitting in nicely. I chalked it up to so much an act. My folks kept gushing about how great she was, and I got the usual “Why can’t you help out without us asking” a few times that first day.
Double yuck!
I went for a long walk in the woods; the familiarity of the trails never having left me despite the year away from here. The feeling of blissful solitude returned as well, as I explored the well trod paths.
The remainder of my discomfort was because Jill would be sleeping in my bedroom. The room that was always mine had two twin beds, but this would be the first summer I had to share it with someone. I felt awkward in my pajamas in front of Jill. She wore a too-small-for-her tank top and only panties to bed. I was embarrassed but wished I looked as good as her in a few years when I filled out—if I EVER filled out. I wished away the inevitable, which was a waste of time as about an hour after we went to bed, Brad snuck into my room and climbed in with Jill. I was angry.
“I’m gonna tell!” I whispered to him.
He whispered back “If you do I’ll kill you.” I know he didn’t mean it; I waited for the deal. “Okay, I’ll let you use my Xbox any time you want to.”
I could live with that deal. I agreed, and watched them go at it across the room. This was the first time I saw them instead of just hearing them. Brad’s ass was going up and down as he lay on top of her, and a few times I saw his penis go in and out in the dim moonlight filtering through the solitary window. His penis looks wet I thought, and for some reason that made me feel funny inside. In a few minutes I heard Jill make a funny noise and Brad made some grunts and groans. Brad made a much louder grunt before he stopped moving and they both went silent.
After Brad slinked from my room, Jill turned to me and whispered “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” I replied, though I didn’t understand what she was apologizing for. I wasn’t happy that they did it right next to me but I wasn’t mad at her either. That night I had weird dreams of Jill and wet penises but when I awoke they went poof like dreams always do.
After breakfast the following morning I took another walk in the woods. I thought of many things, my mind miles away from this spot, when I was startled by the sounds of someone approaching. I was momentarily afraid until I saw it was Jill making the noise as she grew closer.
“Hey, where you going?” She asked when she caught up to me.
“Did you follow me out here?”
She looked away sheepishly before saying, “I guess so. I felt kinda bad about what we did last night and I wanted to apologize.”
“You already did ... last night. I’m not mad you guys had sex.”
“That’s good,” she sighed. “Someday you’ll understand ... having a boyfriend and ... er, doing it.”
“I don’t know. I don’t think I’m that pretty and ... it doesn’t look like too much fun to me anyway.”
“It’s ... ah ... it’s ... I mean, sex is okay,” she said as a smile grew on her face. “Besides, you ARE cute and you will be a pretty girl when you’re my age ... prettier even.”
“You really think so?” My face felt hot so I must have blushed.
“Oh yeah, I think you’re very cute.”
I liked the way she looked at me. I liked it a lot. I think I blushed again.
“So, besides walking what do you do out here? Is there anywhere to swim?”
I told her about the pond on the other side of the hill. “It’s not always the clearest water to swim in ... and it can get pretty cold sometimes ... my dad said it was fed by a spring or something.”
“Let’s go check it out, okay?” So, off we went.
She was excited when we got there and she saw the pond. She asked me if anyone else ever came there, and I told her I never saw anyone out this far in the woods before.
“How about a swim?” She asked; which puzzled me since I could see she didn’t have a suit on under her clothes or anything.
“But we don’t have bathing suits.”
“Silly, we don’t need suits out here! Nobody’s gonna see us. You’ve never been skinny-dipping before?”
Not waiting for a reply she began taking off her clothes—ALL her clothes—and with a giggle, jumped into the pond.
When she looked back at me she shouted, “C’mon, the waters not that cold ... it feels great!”
The thrill, the risk, the sinfulness overcame my nervous hesitation and I too took off my clothes and jumped into the water. She was wrong; the water was VERY cold and I was immediately shivering. When Jill swam over to me she saw how cold I was and apologized about her assessment of the pond’s temperature.
“If you don’t get used to it like I have already, we can get out, okay?” She put an arm around me in the water and hugged me to her warmer body. For some reason that made me shiver even more than the icy water.
“Brrrr ... I’m toooooooooo ... cold-d-d ... I’m getting out-t-t-t-t,” I stuttered, and together we waded to the pond’s edge and got out of the water.
I was hypnotized by the sight of her. She was obviously not embarrassed about being naked in front of me. Since we didn’t have towels, we sat on our clothes and air dried in the warm mid-morning sun. I kept looking at her. Her breasts were like cones, with big puffy nipples. I kept wondering if mine would ever look like hers. She wasn’t hairy in her crotch either like I expected; she had just a small vertical strip of short blonde hair and nothing else. She must have shaved; the thought sending a little chill down my spine that I couldn’t explain. I had a little dark hair sprouting down there though you could hardly see it. I didn’t like it, and the idea of shaving intrigued me.
She put her arm around me once more and pulled me closer. “You’ve got goosebumps ... are you still cold?”
“No-o-o-o, I’m f-f-f-feeling warmer-r-r,” though my shivering voice belied my words.
I was warming, but for what reason I didn’t comprehend. I was a bit overwhelmed by her big-sister attention and by her nearness—feeling her naked flesh against mine. I didn’t understand it, but I liked it. When my shivering subsided, I asked her the first question.
“Why do you shave down there?”
She blushed a little, but answered, “My older sister taught me. It ... I don’t know ... it feels nice, I guess. Besides, no hair shows around my bikini at the beach.” The last was said with a big grin on her face. She looked between my legs and said, “You’re starting to show some, maybe someday I can teach you how to shave.”
I felt even more funny inside while she was looking at me, but when she added that I looked “cute” down there, I felt tingling all over my body I never felt before.
“You look cute all over,” I said to her, and immediately regretted my dumb words.
She blushed again. “Your brother says I have a great body, but I know he only says that for s...” She stopped, though I knew she was going to say “sex.” She thought a moment before continuing, “I sometimes wish I had real big ones like some ladies have.”
“I wonder if I’ll EVER have any,” I said, which made her chuckle.
“I bet you don’t think you’re growing but you are.” She reached over and touched my chest; I could hardly breathe. “You already have small cute bumps starting to stick out, so I think you’ll have big ones before you know it.”
Bumps? The tingling got worse. I couldn’t believe we were sitting here at the edge of the woods with no clothes on. I’ve never spoken with anyone about these things, but I wished I could talk with Jill forever. “Do boys like big ones?”
“I guess so. It’s what they always seem to talk about all the time ... boobs and sex ... so I guess they go together.” Her laugh made me feel good too.
My next question: “What is sex like?”
She looked at me for a while before answering. “It’s ... I don’t know ... it’s hard to explain. I like being with Brad but sometimes it isn’t as much fun as my sister used to tell me it was.”
“It doesn’t sound like fun ... all the grunting noises makes it sound like somebody’s on the toilet.”
She rolled back in laughter. I didn’t get the joke but I began laughing too, falling onto my back to join her.
When she stopped laughing, she said, “Yeah I guess sometimes I feel like that too. Boys want to put it in you and they don’t care how it makes you feel or maybe if they hurt you or something.” She must have seen a stupid look on my face, for she said, “I’m sorry talking about sex to you like that ... I shouldn’t be the one to tell you these things ... especially about your brother.”
“It’s okay, nobody’s gonna talk to me about sex anyway. I like talking to you.”
Lying next to each other, partly on our clothes and partly on the tall grass, our faces so close, I thought again of how pretty she was and how much I liked being with her. I could never explain why in a million years but I moved my face closer and kissed her on the lips. Her response to my impulsiveness wasn’t what I may have expected, as she kissed me back even harder, sliding her tongue between my surprised lips. The tingling feeling all over my body went crazy.
When we stopped kissing, Jill exhaled loudly and then said “Whew ... that felt so good ... God, I’m all wet!”
I thought she’d ask me why I kissed her, but I didn’t expect what she actually said. Wet?
“Silly, of course you’re wet; we just came out of the water.”
“No, I mean between my legs ... wow!” She exclaimed breathlessly. “Have you ever kissed a girl before?”
When I said I’d kissed my mother, she laughed and said “No, that’s not the kind of kissing I’m talking about.” She told me she’d kissed other girls and liked it better than kissing boys.
I was stunned, yet I wanted so much to kiss her again and feel that tingling in my body. “What did you mean about you were wet between your legs?”
She spread her legs for me and said, “See ...”
I did see. Dewy moisture that wasn’t pond water was trickling from her folds. “That’s how much I liked your kiss,” she said. “You got my pussy flowing like even your brother can’t do.” She shivered and gave me that look again like nobody’s looked at me before.
Pussy? Her wetness? I did that? All I knew was that the tingles were back and were racing around my tummy and down there too. “I think my ... my ... my ... p-p-p-pussy is feeling something too,” I croaked, not recognizing my own voice.
“Can I see?” She asked. “Are you wet too?”
When I nervously opened my legs so she could see, she made a funny noise and moved her head closer to my crotch. “You ARE wet! Oh Becky, I think we should kiss again ... like, I mean, if it made us feel that good we should do it again.” While talking, she rested her hand on my inner thigh, very close...
I was tingling big time now. I said “Sure” and she leaned toward me and our lips came together. Her tongue flitted against mine. An electric-like warmth enveloped me when her hand slid to my pussy and lightly probed between its folds. She must have felt something in me because she gasped.
“Oh God, Becky, I wasn’t even thinking about your age and you being a virgin,” she whispered while still teasing my mouth with her tongue. “Here I am about to make love to you and you don’t even know what’s happening, do you?”
My turn to gasp; ‘Make love’ to me? Was she talking about sex? Two girls? I was going to say something but it was squelched by her lips and tongue again. I felt so strange, so good, so warm.
When we stopped kissing she murmured, “You are so cute ... so pretty I mean ... your hair ... your body ... your mouth ... I need you.”
What happened after that was blurred, blissful memory. We kissed some more before Jill began to stroke me between my legs again. She said she wanted to taste me and before I could ask what that meant her face was between my legs and she was kissing and licking me there. Like everything else this morning, it felt so good. She seemed to be concentrating on a certain place with her tongue, and I liked that place very much. It was getting difficult to breathe and the tingling was like an electric shock by then. I started to shake all over and inside my belly it sort of flip-flopped and I couldn’t help myself—I groaned very loud and my legs shook uncontrollably as she kept at that special place with the tip of her tongue.
“Wow,” she said. “I wasn’t sure if you would cum, but you sure can!” She moved up to lay beside me again and hugged me to her. “Well, how did your first sex feel?”
I still felt all hot and tingly inside, so it took me a moment before I could speak. “What ... what you did to me was ... was sex? Wow,” I echoed, “I guess it’s a LOT better than going on the toilet.” We both broke out in hearty laughter. I asked her “I thought sex was between a boy and a girl, but we...”
“Sex can be with anyone.” She lazily rubbed my chest and I could feel my nipples get all goose-pimply and hard. My ‘bumps’ as she called them. “That feeling you had was an orgasm. It’s what makes sex worth it.”
“That’s why you do it with Brad? ...To have orgasms?”
“I don’t always have one with Brad. He doesn’t always try to make me feel good. He’s like all the boys ... they think about themselves and not the girl.”
I was looking into her beautiful eyes and realized I wanted to kiss her again—and forever. “Can I help you have one of those ... orgasms?”
She had me touch her breasts. They felt neat. I liked their firmness, especially her nipples which grew very hard. She liked it a lot. She then taught me where the special place was. I liked the taste of her as I licked and touched her there. Every time I licked at the spot she called her ‘clit’ she bucked her hips and made little kitty-cat sounds until she shook like I did and got really wet, the kitty-cat getting real loud (hee-hee)! I was so happy to give her an orgasm, I almost felt like I had another one all by myself.
We gave each other one more before we went back in the water “To cool off,” she said, which was the truth! I never wanted this day to end.
When we got back to the camp we were dry, and quite tired. We were both shocked at how late it was. Everyone said they were starting to get scared we were gone so long. We got lots of questions about where we’d been and what we had done. We told the truth: we went for a walk through the woods to the pond and spent the morning swimming. My mom was shocked we went in the water without any clothes, but my dad and Brad didn’t seem to mind hearing about that part of our adventure.
After supper, I kept watching how Jill acted with Brad. Every time I saw them close to each other or holding hands I got jealous. I wanted her to like me, not my brother. One time when Brad wasn’t paying attention, Jill looked at me and mouthed a silent “Hi there.” I wanted to blow her a kiss but was afraid to. I couldn’t wait for nighttime so we could be alone in our bedroom.
Lying in our beds, waiting for the silence telling us everyone else was abed as well, I could barely breathe. I touched myself inside my panties and found I was already wet. I whispered between labored breaths telling Jill how wet I was. She made one of those kitty-cat sounds like she made by the pond. I bet she was wet too.
When we knew it was safe, she climbed into bed with me. I felt a chill but it wasn’t because of the room’s temperature. She slipped off her tank top and let me play with her breasts. While I caressed and kneaded them, she slipped her hand under my pajama top and began toying with my nipples.
“You like my tits, don’t you sweetheart?” She whispered, “I bet someday yours will be big and round and more beautiful than mine.”
I whispered back, “Yours ARE beautiful,” before we kissed.
While she was helping me take off my pajamas, she told me that Brad wasn’t going to be sneaking in to see her. She told him she wasn’t going to have any more sex with him while at the camp. I felt glorious because she was picking me instead! She kissed me again down there and then licked me until I had a big orgasm. It was so good I started to make a lot of noise but managed to stifle it by putting my fist at my mouth. I was amazed that she kept licking me even after I stopped shaking, yet was more amazed when I had another orgasm.
She gurgled, “You squirted some pussy juice out the last time!”
Squirted?
She showed me the liquid all over her face. “This came from you!” Then she added “I never cum like that ... wow!”
I don’t know what possessed me but I pulled her face to mine and licked the juices from it. —My juices! When I did this, I thought she was going to faint. She whispered breathlessly “I never thought ... you ... your age ... how cute you looked ... that I’d ... ever ... be doing THIS!” Our lips met one more time and we kissed for a long while, before she said “I wanted you from the first time I saw you ... that’s why I followed you ... but I never dreamed...”
That we would make love—that’s what she meant to say but couldn’t.
For half the night we kissed, fondled, and licked each other until the bed was wet from both sweat and pussy juice. Every nerve in my body was alive. She felt into me and explained my hymen—my “cherry” as she called it—to me. At some point during our writhing I felt it pop from her finger going too far inside. I didn’t mind because another orgasm soon followed. We moved to her (dry) bed and promptly fell into exhausted sleep, our bodies together as one.
We slept late, but thankfully I had time to jump back into my own bed and pull the covers over my nakedness before my mom opened the door to wake us. I had periods now, so that’s how I could explain the blood on my sheets.
My brother began acting bitchy when Jill said she wanted to go for another walk in the woods and asked me instead of Brad. My heart fluttered along with my belly when we started down the wooded path and Jill reached over to take my hand. I may be only twelve, but I knew that Brad would get over it someday—losing his girlfriend to his baby sister.