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SUCKING TOMMY
Growing up with an older brother can have its
rewards. It can also have its down sides, such as
sibling rivalry, arguments, and all the pains that
young people go through in growing up.
I've read a lot on your web sites from other
people who have sent their stories and pictures,
and this one is mine. I've sent a picture with it;
I hope you put it at the bottom of the story or
something like that. This is how, one day, things
changed for me and my brother.
As I grew older, I suddenly developed something
within me about looking at Tommy's crotch. I was
fascinated by the bulge there, by the way I could
make out the outline of his dick and balls at
times, when he was wearing a tiny, tight pair of
swimming trunks, or the occasional times I saw him
in his jockey shorts.
One day, out by the pool, he was wearing something
really tight --- a new bathing suit he had gotten
for the swim team. It outlined his cock and balls
perfectly. My pussy was wet, from just sitting
there watching him walk around in it when it was
wet. It was almost like a male strip show, only,
he wasn't going to take the whole thing off. I
wished that he would, but I knew he wouldn't.
"What are you staring at?" he suddenly asked me,
and my face flamed red.
"Your swimming trunks," I answered too quickly, my
voice throaty and deep. I cleared my throat.
"Yeah, right," he said with an evil grin. "You're
staring at my cock shape in my trunks, huh?"
I looked away. "I hadn't noticed," I lied.
He laughed. I could see that his cock had grown a
little bit, and it dawned on me that he was
getting turned on by the fact that he knew I was
staring at his bulge.
"I guess, it doesn't matter, it's not like you
haven't seen it before."
That surprised me. I remembered, when we were
younger, having bathed with my older brother. Of
course, his cock had grown then, but I hadn't seen
it in years.
"Not for a long time," I ventured. I wondered if
he knew what I was thinking.
He walked right up to me, right up to the chaise
in which I was laying, his crotch right in my
face.
"Here's a close up," he said, his grin even more
evil looking than it had been before. "Just pull
'em down briefly and take a good look."
Right in my face, I could plainly make out the
shape of the head of his hardening dick through
the thin fabric, and of his balls pressed against
the thin material.
It was a dare, I knew, and hell, I was game. I
reached up, my shaking hand moving toward the hem
of the tiny bikini bottom. My palm brushed against
his dick as I hooked my thumb and finger in the
hem, and tugged downward. My eyes were greeted by
a bush of thick black pubic hair, and the base of
his fat cock, being pulled downward by the hem of
the bathing suit. I let go.
"Well, that was a quick glance," he said, his
voice thick and throaty like mine.
"Someone might see," I said.
"Mom and Dad left a while ago, they won't be back
for hours. They're going to the club; it's
Saturday, remember?"
I looked around. Surrounded by block walls, our
back yard swimming area was pretty private. No one
would see, no one at all.
With shaking hands, I reached up and tugged at the
hem, jerking the tiny bottom downward. My eyes
were greeted by the sight of his fat cock suddenly
springing up, pointing right at me, throbbing. His
heavy balls, cooled by the pool water, were tight
and full of black hairs poking out, matted by the
water to the skin of his ball sac.
I was excited beyond what I thought I would have
been. I watched as it throbbed and grew, lifting
higher, the reddish head of it expanding.
"Wow, Tommy," I whispered. "Can I, can I like,
touch it?"
"Sure," he answered in his broken, throaty voice.
I wrapped my hand around the base of it, feeling
his balls pressing against my palm. I moved my
hand slowly, squeezing his cock gently, all the
way to the head of it. There was a little drop of
pre cum right on the tip, and I ran my thumb
across the head, smearing the pre cum over the
head of his fat dick.
"Oh, yes," he whispered.
"Do you like that?" I asked.
"Oh, yes, Katie, I love it. Kiss it!"
Another dare. I leaned forward just a little and
brought my lips in contact with the head of his
hard cock, running my lips across it, making a
smacking noise.
His ball sac was beginning to elongate and fall
from his body, and I reached down and felt of
them, feeling the heavy orbs within. I opened my
mouth and let the head of his cock into my mouth
about an inch, and then, a little more. It tasted
of pre cum and chlorine from the pool, and I moved
my tongue around and around the head.
"Oh, God!" he whispered. "Damn! That's great," he
said.
I moved my head back and forth, moving up and
down, taking more of his fat cock into my mouth,
moving faster and faster.
"Katie, I'm gonna cum," he said.
I moved my mouth away, and he reached down and
grabbed his cock by the base, moving his hand up
and down frantically as his stomach muscles
tightened. His knees shook as he moaned, his hand
pumping up and down on his fat, long cock, right
in front of my eyes. Suddenly, it erupted, and hot
cum flew high in the air, splattering me in the
face. It shot and shot, and I sat there, my hand
now inside my bathing suit, fingering my pussy. I
came as he covered my face with his hot cum, his
balls tightening against his body.
Then, he let go of it, and it stood up and
throbbed, sticking proudly high in the air.
"Can I play with you, too?" he asked as he pulled
up his bathing suit.
"Yeah," I answered breathlessly, having just cum.
"But, let's go in the house and do some things."
He followed me, and we did, indeed, do some
things, many, many things. Sibling rivalry, my
ass, I thought.
--- Katherine R., Colton, CA
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