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Author: LT
Title: Awakening From Innocence
Summary: This is about loving sensuality shared between a brother and sister.
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Author: LT
Title: Awakening From Innocence
Summary: This is about loving sensuality shared between a brother
and sister. 
Keywords: mf inc rom 1st nosex oral virg sensual



Awakening From Innocence



Boom!!!   Boom!!!   Boom!!!

"Under attack" flashed through my mind.  Where am I?  What's
happening?  My awareness is hazy, yet my body flows with
adrenaline.  Slowly, I realize that I'm not experiencing the war
movie we watched last night, but the most intense thunderstorm of
my life.  I am shaking like a leaf and can't stop.

"Tommy... I need my Tommy" is all I can think about, as I'm drawn
from my deep sleep.  I run, as fast as my little feet can carry
me, into his room.

"Tommy... Please" is all I need to say. 

"Hop in LT" he calmly says.

"Hold me tight," I beg, needing his help to stop my shaking.

I nuzzle my back into him.  His arm closes in around my waist, as
he draws me closer.  This is the safety belt I need.  Though
lightening and thunder seem almost simultaneous, triggering gasps
and contractions in me, my shaking slowly subsides.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
^^^^^^^

Let me take some time, here, to tell you about Tommy and me.  Our
parents are very loving, caring people.  They both work long
hours, yet Tommy has always been there for me.  He has been my
guide, my protector, my source of comfort.  He turned 16 a few
months back, while I just had my 13th birthday.

Though everyone calls him Tom, I've always called him Tommy. 
Originally, he thought I used that name just because that's the
way little kids talk, but I informed him that the truth was that
I felt so close to him that I couldn't separate him from me, so I
would always say Tom-Me.  He's called me LT as far back as I can
remember.  Once I asked him the reason that he doesn't call me
Lynn, like everyone else, as my name is Lynn Turner.  He
whispered in my ear, "Because you've always been my Little
Treasure."  I didn't think I could ever feel closer to him, but I
did, from that moment on.

I always thought of Tommy as big and strong, though, compared to
other boys his age, he is probably on the slender side.  Everyone
in our family is on the slender side, though I've always viewed
myself as skinny.  I always thought that Tommy could do things I
couldn't, due to his being big and strong.  He taught me that
this wasn't true.  He taught me that strength comes from our
head, not from our muscles.  He taught me how to be observant and
discover the most effective and efficient solutions to any
challenge.  He opened my eyes, allowing me to discover so many
wonderful things all around me.  This is the reason I see him as
my guide.  

He has also helped me to see myself more realistically.  Yes,
I've attended the sex education classes offered at school, but
I've always just seen myself as this skinny, shapeless being.  I
knew that I was a girl, but I never associated that with sex.  As
girls started getting attention when they developed breasts, I
asked him if I would ever have breasts.  He reassured me that all
women in our family have small breasts, so rather than be
weighted down by big boobs that will eventually sag to my waist
and cause me back pain, I'd have beautiful, small mounds proudly
displayed on my chest.  He told me that, in his eyes, no one
would ever be prettier than me.  Though I felt as feminine as a
rag doll, he gave me hope.  He's never lied to me, so how could I
not trust him?

I see him as my protector, as he has always been there to open my
eyes to potential obstacles.  Though I can't say that he has kept
me from having any bumps or bruises, he has protected me from any
significant damage.  At school, he has discouraged bullies from
picking on me.  At home, he stands up and accepts responsibility
when our parents get upset and accuse me of doing something that
he did.  He has also helped me to stand up and accept
responsibility for my actions, teaching me that I'll be stronger
by accepting responsibility than by denying it.

I can't even begin to list all the times he has been my comfort,
from kissing my booboos to giving me a shoulder to cry on. 
Whenever I need a hug, he is there for me.  He gently touches me
when I need to be soothed.  He educates me when I am afraid,
causing my fears to melt away.  He is my lightening rod that
dissipates all stress and anxiety from my being.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
^^^^^^^^^^^

Lying in Tommy's arms is so familiar and comforting.  I can't say
how many times I've found myself there.  His strength and warmth
reassure me that all will be fine.  I have no doubts when I am
with him.

I become aware that something is different, this time.  As my
final little shudders fade away, I become aware of something
growing larger and harder between my butt cheeks.

Nudity has never been an issue in our family.  It's not that
anyone parades around in the nude, but no one has ever
overreacted when they were accidentally walked in on, while in a
state of undress.  I remember my sex education teacher explaining
how the man's penis gets erect when he is aroused, but I've never
seen an erect penis and never thought of Tommy getting aroused. 
I've known it was normal, but just never thought about it.  I
move my butt, a little, to explore the new experience.  Tommy
nuzzles my neck and gives me a little kiss.  He is so gentle and
loving.

A new sensation starts flowing through me.  I'm not really sure
how to describe it.  Just by being unknown, there is a scary
aspect to it, yet I don't feel scared.  I feel energy growing
inside of me.  I sense a tingling emanating from my skin,
primarily between my legs and at my breasts.  I savor the
sensation, lost in the moment.  A door has opened; do I dare
explore?  With no one other than Tommy would I feel safe to
explore what is happening to me.

Slowly, I turn over to face Tommy.  I look deep into his eyes.  I
become aware of a change in our breathing, deeper and more
urgent.  I raise my hand and touch his cheek.  It is so hot, yet
I know he isn't sick.  I silently and gently explore his face
with my hand and fingers.  Though his face is engraved in my
memory, I realize that I've never actually seen him, before.  Can
my hands truly see more clearly than my eyes?  Time seems to be
standing still, as I see my beloved brother for the first time.

I become aware of the fact that I am wearing a cotton nightgown,
while Tommy is just wearing his boxers.  How unfair it seems to
me.  I raise my nightgown over my head and toss it on the floor.
I lie facing him in just my panties.  We share a knowing smile. 
I put my arms around him and draw our bodies close together. 
I've seen him in swim trunks when we've gone swimming together,
but never before have I experienced this electrical charge
flowing between us.  This feels so right, yet so intense.  I run
my hands up and down his back, as if I'm seeing him for the first
time.  He gives me a tender little kiss on my nose, then upon my
forehead, and then I sense his lips barely touching my lips.  His
touch is like a feather, yet I feel a connection like never
before.

"Please let me see you," I ask.  Tommy rolls onto his back, and I
lower the blanket to his waist.  We are both exposed from the
waist up.  I know that I'm not a woman, yet, and can't say I'm
much to look at, but my budding breasts have recently stopped
being tender to the touch, and I know that Tommy thinks I'm
pretty.  I raise myself up on one arm, and my hair flows over my
protruding nipples, leading me to experience a new, yet nice,
sensation.

I start at his hair, and patiently discover Tommy for the first
time.  Just as he taught me to discover and appreciate nature,
using all of my senses, I am discovering and appreciating all
aspects of Tommy.  I feel his hair on my face and hands.  I smell
its clean scent and experience its silky smoothness.  I become
aware of how it feels to my cheeks, my chin, my lips and my
tongue.  I view my surroundings through the veil of his hair and
feel safe in my nest.

His face is next, as I discover all the endless ways of
experiencing my Tommy.  I can't believe how I see a new dimension
just by exploring with the back of my hand rather than my palm. 
I put my cheek on his and feel our warm softness blend together,
molding into each other and becoming one.  I find that I enjoy
exploring with my lips more than anything else.  They are so
sensitive and pick up subtle differences.  I truly see his eyes,
as I've never seen them before.  His ears have so many
interesting paths, like the slides at the waterslide park.  I
explore where his hair meets his face, experiencing all the
variations along the entire border.  I slide my nose up one side
of his and then down the other.  I sense I'm skiing down a
powdery slope.  Never before have I even thought of kissing
anyone, yet it seems so natural for our lips to caress each
other.  I place his lower lip between mine and then glide from
one side to the other.  I taste his lips and explore the changes
in texture from the dry, smooth peach fuzz on his chin to the
light crinkly texture of his lips to the moist silky smoothness
as they transition into his mouth.  How could I have been so
unaware of so much for so long?  I feel like someone who was born
blind and was just given sight.

I take my time exploring more.  I am absorbing the knowledge of
my discoveries as I experience his skin, muscles, bones and
reactions.  I love when he jumps reflexively when I locate a
particular sensitive spot, learning that how I touch him, or with
what part I touch him, determines his reaction.  It's like
reading a book that has endless options, allowing you to take it
in any direction you choose.  I love discovering my impact on
him.  I had always viewed him as the one who had impact on me. 
This discovery is empowering, yet humbling, at the same time.  I
love the variety of scents, tastes and textures.  None are
distasteful.  I feel drawn in and desirous.  His neck and
shoulders have more muscle definition than I had anticipated.  It
is interesting how everything fits together so beautifully.  He
is an even more amazing piece of art than the greatest sculptures
of the world, and I can't believe how much I am enjoying this
exploration and discovery.  I play with the few hairs on his
chest and then watch his nipples stand tall and reach out to me
when my tongue strokes them.  His responsiveness is exciting.  I
straddle him and paint his chest with my auburn hair.  I see his
reactions preceding the flow of my mane, like a surfer riding a
large wave.  I discover some more hairs on his belly and play
with his navel.  I love the warm feeling that flows through me,
and I am aware of the moist spot that seems to be growing on my
panties.

I lean back and say, "Not that I have much to offer, but would
you like to touch me?"

"There's nothing I would love more," he responds.

I lean over and plant a tender kiss on his lips then whisper into
his ear, "then I am yours, my love, to enjoy."

I lie back, feeling totally exposed and vulnerable, yet totally
desirous of whatever is to come.  I am his, body and soul.

Tommy runs his fingers through my flowing hair and then buries
his face deep within it.  I hear subtle whimpering and draw his
face close to mine.  I see tears in his eyes, though his smile
leads me to understand that they aren't tears of pain or sadness.
 

"I love you so much, LT," whispers Tommy.

"And there's no way you can doubt my love for you, Tommy," I
respond.

"I know; that's what makes me so happy," he replies.

I give him a big hug, and then whisper kiddingly in his ear,
"Have you become bored and lost interest in your exploration,
already?"

Bringing his hand down and giving me a light tap on the side of
my butt cheek, he said, "Don't give up on me so easily, you sexy
woman."

Sexy woman?  Never had I imagined myself being seen by anyone as
a sexy woman.  I thought I was just a scrawny girl.  As he moves
his body on me, I have no doubt that he speaks the truth.  I can
feel his engorged manhood and desire and know that they are meant
only for me.

Returning to his exploration, he explores me as I explored him. 
Though I always enjoyed how his gentle touch soothed me when I
was stressed or upset, I had no idea how wonderful it would feel
to be pampered in this way.

Upon returning to exploring my face, he shares a new experience.
With his lips on mine, I find his tongue entering my mouth.  I
had heard about French kissing, but had no idea how to do it, so
fear I might do something wrong and disappoint him.  Taking it
slowly, we both get used to the sensation, and it becomes
natural.  Breaking away from our kiss, Tommy says, "You know that
neither of us have had any experience being intimate with anyone,
so we will learn together what works for us.  There is nothing
you could do that will disappoint me or lead me to reject you. 
You are amazing, and I want to do everything in my power to
convince you of that."

"You are.  You are, Tommy.  I never dreamed that I would ever
truly feel like an adored woman, but I do feel it now.  You are
the amazing one and I'll never be able to thank you enough for
loving me the way you do."

Tommy continues to explore.  As he approaches my breasts, I say,
"There's not much there."

Tommy looks at me, with a shocked look on his face, and says,
"How can you say that?  You are perfect.  The proof is in how
they feel, not how big they are."  Caressing me, he asks, "Can
you honestly tell me that these don't work amazingly well?"

Gasps come out of my mouth, like a woman preparing for
childbirth.  Finally, I am able to squeeze a word out, and in
jagged gasps proclaim, "I was wrong."  Nothing else can come from
my mouth, so I just attempt to smile.

"Let's say that there are a million nerve endings on each breast.
 Which would you prefer, having those million nerve endings
diluted out over a basketball sized breast or over these luscious
mounds of responsive pleasure?"

I can say nothing.  My head just rolls around as if I am unable
to determine yes from no or up from down.  I just grab onto Tommy
and hold on tight.  If I'm going to be on this ride, I'll not be
bucked off.

Lowering his head to my breast, he kisses sensitivity that I
never knew could exist.  When his lips finally close onto my
nipple, and he starts suckling, I am amazed to learn how the
sensation shoots straight to my crotch.  I can feel my juices
flow out between my legs.  Time ceases; I am lost and never want
to be found.

When he finally takes a break, and my breathing settle down, I
ask, "What just happened?"

"Did I hear something from that person who claims she isn't a
woman?" he jokingly says.

I push him playfully and say, "Calling me a liar, again?"

"You betcha," he gloats.

I grab him and hold him closely, passionately kissing the one I
love.  "I may be a fool," I say, "but you've done a good job of
teaching me that I can learn to see reality."  I quietly look at
him for a while, and then say softly, "Thank you, Tommy."

Tommy continues to explore, and I continue to learn things about
myself that I never knew existed.  I am experiencing dimensions
that I can't imagine existing before.  I love learning about
myself, and I love learning about Tommy.  I love that we are
learning together and sharing the joy of our discoveries.

When he gets down to my panties, Tommy states, "We'd better get
these wet panties off, or you'll catch your death of cold."

"I didn't pee," I protest.

"I know," he confirms, "but we can't deny there is a real woman,
here."

I feel myself blush, but raise my hips to make it easier for him
to remove my soaked panties.  After he removes them, he raises
them to his nose and breathes in deeply.

"Don't do that," I exclaim.  "They probably smell."

"No, actually, I am the one with the nose, not the panties, and,
if you think the scent is disagreeable, you'll have to say the
same about all the other flowers in our garden, for I am getting
intoxicated on this ambrosia."

As Tommy returns his focus to my spread legs, I say, "Wait,
before you look any closer, I want to be able to see you.

Standing up, Tommy slides his boxers slowly to the bed.  For the
first time, I actually look at him.  "Wow," I say. "You are
impressive, and you're a whole lot bushier than me."

"Now are you going to try to convince me that the number of hairs
have anything to do with your body's sensations or responses?" he
questions.

"Based on the degree you've already proven me wrong, I'll hold
out judgment on that.  I just don't want you to be disappointed
with any aspect of me." I answer.

"Haven't you ever heard about guys complaining about getting hair
caught between their teeth?  I'm more interested in your
enjoyment than trudging through a jungle of hair.  I think you
are adorable, just as you are.  The only change I'd make is to
remove this strand of hair from your titty, so I can savor the
whole beautiful package you are so graciously sharing with me."

I feel myself blushing again, but know that I want Tommy to enjoy
whatever I have to offer.  I just find it so overwhelming that he
truly enjoys me as I am.  I've always compared myself to others
and never felt I measured up.  To discover that I am actually the
one who is chosen, desired and appreciated only intensifies the
beauty of our sharing.

Tommy returns to his exploration.  "Let's bring your legs out
from under the covers, so I can change directions and go from the
bottom up."

I have mixed feelings, now.  On one hand, I am eager to discover
whether he likes my pussy, but, if we can draw out this wonderful
experience, how can I argue with that?

Tommy starts sucking on my toes.  I never anticipated that
feeling so nice.  I must admit that I am a bit ticklish by my
arch, but I hold in the giggles.  He keeps looking upward.  I'm
not sure if he wants to connect with my eyes, view my little
boobies rise and fall on my heaving chest or watch my juices
dribble out of my pussy.  Actually, I don't care, as long as he
is enjoying himself and enjoying me.  I discover new sensations
as he progresses across my feet and ankles and upward to my
calves and knees.  I didn't realize how sensitive I would be
behind my knees.  The higher he goes, the more curiosity and
anticipation I feel.  Though I know that my pussy is supposed to
be a source of pleasure, I've never actually experienced it. 
There have been times that I've grabbed my crotch to give myself
comfort and relaxation, but never arousal.  Right now, I feel
inundated with arousal and can't imagine it growing higher.  I
realize that no one has ever been this close to my pussy, yet I
have no doubt that I want to share every aspect of it with
Tommy.

When he reaches my pussy, he spends a lot of time exploring all
around it, my legs, my stomach and even reaching around back and
cupping my butt cheeks.  I'm not as patient as him, and the
anticipation is stirring my innards.  Finally, he is kissing my
mound, running his lips, teeth and tongue around my very puffy
arousal.  He sucks one of my lips between his lips.  As he draws
the skin in, I feel an interesting sensation from that pulling. 
He spreads my lips and looks inside, and then his tongue starts
circling my opening.  I am beginning to lose myself, again.  He
spirals inward, until his tongue penetrates my waiting hole. 
I've lost the ability to speak, again, and my thought process is
getting hazy.  He licks up and out and hits something very new
and different.  I've heard of a joy button down there, and I
think he just found it.  He licks around that button, and gently
sucks it into his mouth.  Something is happening, yet I'm not
sure what it is.  All of a sudden, I cry out, "I have to go
pee."

"No, you don't," said Tommy, in a caring, supportive voice. 
"Just let things flow and don't hold back."

I do my best to relax, but my body is no longer within my
control.  Something is building within, but I have no idea what
it is.  I just need to trust Tommy and go with the flow.  I'm
feeling the roller coaster car being pulled higher and higher. 
All of a sudden, I reach the crest and energy pulsates outward
from my pussy in rhythmic contractions of pleasure.  Even the
term pleasure doesn't do justice to the sensation.  This is
beyond pleasure, beyond amazing.  Tommy's arms are around me, as
he nestles his face between my legs, holding me, kissing me,
loving me.  

When my pulsations eventually fade, he climbs up and lies on top
of me, careful to not put all his weight on my little body.  We
hold each other and kiss.  Now is not the time for talking; it is
the time for connecting.  Without any training, it is something I
know.  I don't know how I know it, but I do know it.  After a
while of holding, words finally come back and I gratefully say,
"Thank you so very much.  I have no idea what happened, but I
can't imagine anything that could be better."

"Thank you for sharing it with me," Tommy responds.

After cuddling for a while, Tommy says that there is something he
heard about that he'd like to explore with me.  How could I deny
him anything, after what he has already done?  He asked me to lie
on my belly. Caressing me from my shoulders downward, he shares
that he heard that there is a special spot inside of me that has
the ability of intensifying what I just experienced.  "No way...
Not possible," I declare.

As he reaches my butt, he leans down and takes a light bite of my
lower butt, just above where it connects to my leg.  That
triggers another involuntary contraction within me.  Lying by my
side, he slides one hand between the bed and my body, cradling my
puffy mound.  The other hand extends between my legs, with one,
then two fingers sliding into my still wet pussy.  He circles my
joy button as he strokes his fingers in and out, pressing
downward, toward the front of my pussy.  The feeling returns.  I
feel that roller coaster car taking me higher and higher.  This
time I sense that I am going higher than the last time.  Finally
it breaks and the energy rushes outward, with more intensity and
lasting longer than the first time.  I sense it will never stop,
and I am lost in pleasure.

Returning to my side, Tommy and I passionately embrace.  Finally,
after what seems forever, I say, "I'm a bad girl.  When am I
going to stop doubting you?  You are amazing, my lover.  Thank
you seems so insignificant in expressing my gratitude and love
for you."

"Nothing needs to be said," shares Tommy.  "Your actions show me
deeper emotion than any words can attempt to explain."

After savoring our closeness, I say, with an impish grin, "Now it
is my turn."  Tommy has no idea of the tiger that he has just
unleashed.  "Now that we've learned about me, let's learn about
you.  I want to see you squirt your baby-making juices."

I realize that I am no longer just a little girl, and how I
present myself, and my actions, speak loudly about that.  I say,
"Lie back and let me get familiar with this little man of yours."
 I am fascinated by Tommy's penis, not just in how it looks, but
how it responds to my touch.  I notice that his balls continue to
rise and fall and ask the reason.

"That is for temperature control," he admitted.  If they are too
cold, they rise up; if they are too hot, they fall down.

"Cool!!!" I exclaim.  I watch his blood vessels feed his
pulsating member.  I explore every inch of him, from his butt
hole to the tip of his beautiful cock.  I love the different
textures, and the basic differences, in general.  I see a white
fluid droplet form at the opening of his penis.  I gently squeeze
the opening to open and close it, like using a hand puppet.  I
knew from sex education class that this fluid neutralized the
acidic environment, caused by urine, so the sperm wouldn't be
harmed by the acid. I taste it, and am surprised to find that I
actually enjoy the taste.  I thought it might be an acquired
taste, over time, but I like it right away.  "Show me how to
touch you," I beg. 

Tommy takes my hands and shows me how to stroke him, after
lubricating him with my still flowing juices.  He shows me the
pressure and speed he likes, and now I'll take over.  I want to
use both my hands and mouth, giving him the best of two worlds. 
Stroke and suck and lick and savor; I can't imagine that he could
enjoy this more than I am enjoying it.  I notice that the head of
his penis is getting deep purple and is engorged to the limit.  I
feel something is happening, and his body tenses up.  Here come
the contractions.  The first spurt hits me on the chin.  I laugh
with a sense of accomplishment and then quickly let his spurting
cock be enveloped by my waiting mouth.  I suck him dry and then
held on till all his contractions are over.

Returning to my lover's side, we cuddle and kiss.  We are lost in
each other's love.  He tells me that I am amazing, especially
since I have never done this before.  I feel proud and realize
that I am truly a woman.  How wonderful it feels to know that I
am desired and appreciated.  I can tell by his words, actions and
physical responses that he is truly seeing something in me he
values deeply, on all levels. I know that there is more to sex
than what we have done, and I question him about this.

"Yes," he says.  There is intercourse, also, penetrating your
pussy with a penis.  I'm sure that will add a totally new
dimension to what we've shared, but I want for our experience to
be totally without any type of pain or possible undesired
consequences.  I don't need to prove my love for you by showing
you I can penetrate you, and you don't need to prove your love
for me by showing me that you will allow me to penetrate you. 
When the time is right, you'll make the choice to experience
this, but now is all about sharing how much we care about each
other and each other's happiness.  All I want now is to enjoy
seeing the smile that glows on your face.  "Thank you my love;
you are my amazing treasure."

Snuggling together, I become aware of a distant clap of thunder.
I look up at Tommy and say, "Tommy, I just realized something. 
You have an amazing talent when it comes to diverting a girl's
focus away from thunder storms."  I hug him that much tighter. 
We eventually fall asleep in each other's arms, smiles engraved
on our faces.



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