My brother was 13 when I first fucked
him. Me, I was 15 and horny as hell. Heavy into romance novels and those steamy
sex scenes. Trouble was, I guess, looking back 12 years, I was not exactly what
guys were looking for in my high school. I mean, 150 pounds on a 5'5" body was a
bit chunky (although one guy told me I had nice boobs), a bit bookish, and my
complexion needed some work, too. So I didn't get the party invites or the
overnight "dates."
Anyway -- and the only reason I tell this story is
because although what I did was morally questionable - things worked out OK in
the end for both me and my brother.
Well, at the time, being a virgin
without a boyfriend, the only thing I could do to satisfy my hormonal urges was
to finger pop myself. From the time I was 12, I could bring on an orgasm almost
at will. But I needed the real thing and so I just knew I'd soon have to
get laid to keep from going absolutely crazy!
I also knew that my
brother had a little collection of sex magazines, and I figured he might somehow
be receptive to a hit from me, assuming he was horny also. Also, in recent
months before the "encounter" I'm relating, he and I had exchanged hints and
remarks about sexuality that encouraged me to take an aggressor's role in this
highly important matter.
So, one night I crept into Billy's bedroom down
the hallway after his and my mom's lights were off. I knelt on the floor until I
heard him breathing softly, asleep. I had on a cotton-polyester nightshirt and
panties which I knew I could shuck in seconds when (and if) things heated
up.
It was June, so my brother slept in just his jockey shorts with the
top sheet half covering his body. He was on his side facing away from me as I
s-l-o-w-l-y eased onto his bed behind him and laid real still for about
five minutes.
Look, I knew Billy was moving deep into puberty - he was in
a growth spurt that had taken him to about 5'8" - and, as a matter of fact, a
few months earlier I'd watched him jack off in the bathroom when the door was
slightly ajar and he didn't know I was in the house. I sneaked up and peered
in.
He was on the toilet, naked, slouched back against the tank, with his
hard teenage dick in his hand, slowly working the head up and down, his eyes
fixed on his cock, oblivious to my presence.
In about two minutes, this
clear fluid - what I learned was precum - began to seep from his tiny pee hole
and his eyes began to roll back in his head. His hand was working faster now and
his flat belly was taut, but undulating with each stroke. I watched his jaws
clench and suddenly he let out a low groan as his creamy sperm spurted from his
penis onto his chest and his fingers. Was I excited! I'd never seen semen, or a
male orgasm!
Ah-ah-ah-ag-gh!" he wheezed as he continued to pump until
the last of his sticky cum dripped from his dick. I got so hot watching him
shoot his milk that I started to finger my pussy through my cutoffs. But I
slipped away down the hall when he began to get off the pot to wipe off the cum
with tissue.
So, anyway, though I knew he was a virgin, he was capable of
coming, and I calculated that he was ready, and hopefully willing, to get laid,
or soon would be.
In the bed next to him that night I waited until he
seemed sound asleep, then I started to make my move.
I slipped the sheet
down off his torso to reveal his white jockeys. Testing to see if he was in fact
sleeping, I gently traced my finger tips from his shoulder down his back and
back up. No reaction to that. Next, I slipped my fingers into his waistband and
slithered my middle finger down to his ass crack. I knew at this point that I
was treading into an area that could potentially bring untold hell upon myself
and Billy, not to mention my mom, a single mother doing her best to raise us
without our dad. But my cunt had started to release its lubrication and couldn't
-- and wouldn't - stop. I was hot!
I inched my finger down Billy's crack
until I felt the pucker of his anus. I rubbed it ever so gently then sniffed my
finger. It smelled faintly of shit, but surprisingly, that set me off even more,
stirring my cunt juices so strongly that I licked my finger and retraced it to
his asshole. His breaths continued just short of a snore.
With my free
hand I pulled my shirt up over my breasts to my armpits, exposing my
fast-hardening nipples. Giving each one a squeeze, I shivered with expectation
as I lowered myself on the mattress until my face was at Billy's waist. Feeling
my clitoris engorge I withdrew my finger from Billy's anal region and inserted
it in my pussy, teasing my clit in a clockwise massage. As my breathing and
heart rate increased, I listened for any sign that Billy might awaken. But no.
Good!
The room was bathed in a soft light through the window from the
porch light below and a nearby street lamp so I had a decent view of my
brother's "boy" body. A little baby fat, but not a bad build. Certainly
fuckable. I tingled at the prospect of the exploration that awaited me.
I
hooked both hands into his waistband and slowly pulled his underpants down,
stopping when they were halfway off his ass. I wanted to play with myself
s-o-o-o badly - I wanted to come! His ass was almost perfect -- smooth,
pale apple cheeks, lightly muscled.
I slid inched down a bit more behind
him and thrust my tongue into the upper valley of his crack. I stopped
momentarily, listening for continued signs of sleep. Then I licked lightly down
his cleft until my tongue touched his anus. God! I couldn't believe what I was
doing! But I couldn't stop!
I pulled his briefs down over his smooth
rounded cheeks until his waistband was just beneath his buttocks (still no
reaction from him). I kissed his bottom in gentle nips and again licked his
asshole, inhaling his boy smell and tasting his anal musk. Now I had to get him
to the point where, somehow, I could get laid, or otherwise get my cookies
off.
But - and I believe it was fate - he stopped his low breathing and
became very still and quiet. I withdrew my tongue from his crack, and waited. He
resumed sleeplike breaths, but I sensed he was not slumbering as before. I
waited.
In about a minute he slowly rolled onto his back, his semi-hard
penis laying atop his belly, his briefs lowered to his scrotum. I suppressed a
gasp as his body was splayed to my view, but I managed not to stir from my
position at his mid-waist.
Now, I waited for maybe five minutes, as he
mumbled some disjointed words and fidgeted, moving his hand reflexively down to
his penis, which he encircled with his fingers. He was stirring!
For me,
it had to be now! I removed my panties and tossed them and my nightshirt onto
the floor. Then I started to lick his left ribcage and over to his belly,
circling his navel with my tongue and inserting it into his little bellybutton.
He heaved a low moan, I paused, then traced my tongue parallel to his arm down
his belly to his wispy thatch of pubic hair (like me, he's a brunette). I
nuzzled his hair there, all the while listening for his breathing and monitoring
his movements. Could he be awake?
As I pushed my nose into his upper
groin, I nudged his hand from his penis, slowly closing my fingers on his
hardening cock. Slowly pulling his organ up, down, I reached underneath myself
to finger my dripping cunt and gently tweak my clit. He moaned again, but
remained on his back as I continued to massage his glans and shaft. Precum soon
emerged from his pee hole and glistened in a lazy rivulet down his stiff organ,
dripping into his public hair.
Furtively, I moved over him, and, fixing
my eyes on his closed lids, I lowered my face to his cock. Moistening my lips
and drawing a half mouthful of saliva, I covered the head of his penis with my
lips, sliding them over his dick head and down his shaft, wetting the underside
of his penis with my spittle. I was blowing my little brother! And finger
fucking myself at the same time!
I licked his cock up and down, puckering
my lips as I took his glans into my mouth and slipping the tip of my tongue in
his pee hole. I sucked Billy this way for maybe a half-minute, tasting the
sweet-salty skin of his swollen dick as I neared orgasm.
Billy's body
began to stir with my sucking action, his abs tightening and his thighs and arms
pressing into the mattress. Suddenly, I sensed maybe he was not asleep! (Maybe
he'd never been.) But, he just moaned, sighed and seemed to groove with the
rhythm of the blow job.
I continued sucking him and moved a free hand
down to his hairless balls. If he was awake, I was determined to give him a good
taste of my sisterly affection. I gently kneaded his tight little testicles,
each one, then I thrust a finger into his sweaty ass crack. As I sucked him and
played with his anus, I pulled on my clit to accelerate my self-stimulation. I
felt the sweet euphoria wafting over and through my breasts, belly, pussy and
asshole. I was going to come!
All at once, Billy began to come,
shooting his creamy virgin fluid into my mouth just as I felt my own powerful
orgasmic convulsions reverberate through my loins. He shot load after load past
my lips as I tried I vain to swallow his gushers. But his overflow streamed from
my mouth and dripped onto his belly. Still, incredibly, his eyes remained closed
--- even as I gasped and bucked in the ecstasy of my own orgasm.
I flung
the sheet off and slid his shorts all the way down and off his legs, and, as my
pussy throbbed, I rose and mounted Billy's still stiff penis, easing onto him
without regard to his state of consciousness. I sat on his cock until it filled
my cunt and moved up and down on him, feeling his organ penetrate deep into my
vagina, re-stimulating my sensitized clitoris.
I gave myself over to
animal lust, working his cock in and out of my dripping pussy as I licked and
sucked Billy's erect nipples and lightly bit his neck and shoulders.
I
came again, this time in multiple waves of undulation, riding Billy's dick until
my pulsations subsided into a blissful refraction. I collapsed onto my brother's
yielding body, his penis still inside me. Only then did I fully realize that we
had completed sexual intercourse - incest - and that my little brother Billy had
been awake most of the time and had obviously enjoyed my
ministrations!
He looked at me with a wide-eyed smirk.
"You little
bastard," I whispered sharply as I lifted off him and rolled to the side.
"You-you were awake, weren't you, you little shit?"
"Hey, Jen, take it
easy," he cautioned. "For Christ sake, I woke up when you first pulled my
drivvies down. Look . . . you enjoyed it . . . I enjoyed it. We have our needs .
. . and nobody else has to know."
"I can't believe you let me think you
were asleep, Billy," I scolded, but I was still feeling a warm fuzzy haze and
really felt no desire to feign displeasure.
"Hey, come here you little
'ho," he shrieked suddenly, as he quickly pulled me onto my belly, parted my
plump butt cheeks and mounted me doggie style. "If we're gonna do it, let's do
it all!"
Billy thrust his semi-hard dick into my slippery cunt, pushing
it in as far as his five-incher would go.
I gasped, both at his
aggressiveness and the incredible sensation of feeling from my rear his
re-hardened membrane pushing into my pussy. We fucked vigorously like two
longtime lovers, and, as we did the first time, we came almost simultaneously.
We fell asleep in an embrace, and in the morning I coaxed him to lick my wet
pussy to another orgasm.
Throughout our teens, my brother and I continued
our "experimentations," with gratifying results. We're in our twenties now,
college grads with professional careers. And we're still together, in a nice
condo. And as I said, things worked out good for us. Our life together is
terrific - and very discreet.
I can't recommend our lifestyle to
everyone, but for us, well, we're like brother and sister.