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Date: Sun, 22 May 2005 02:15:39 +0000
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Mom's Vibrator
There wasn't anything different about this particular night. I was babysitting
my kid brother, Tommy, again. He was ten; I'd just turned fourteen, and ever
since mom and dad split up it seemed like I'd spent more time with him than I
did with my friends.
It was a school night and at nine o'clock I turned off the TV and told Tommy it
was time for bed. He was a good kid, he hardly ever gave me any lip or made me
yell at him, but this night he balked.
"I'm not sleepy," he said.
I argued with him, half-heartedly (mom wasn't due back until midnight), but
there really wasn't any reason to fight about it. I told him he had to come up
at 9:30 and retreated to my room, to study. I heard the TV go back on as I
closed my door.
I changed from jeans and t-shirt into my flan- nel nightgown. The books were
piled high on my desk, but I wasn't really interested in them. In fact, all I
could think of lately was the vibrator I'd found in my mom's room a few weeks
before. I was awakening, sexually, and this toy was absolutely the greatest. I
worried that thinking about sex all the time was going to ruin me, but it felt
so good I didn't really care.
I lay down on my bed and stared at the ceil- ing. My friend Jeannie had already
had sex with a boy. I imagined his fingers as mine slid under the elastic
waistband of my panties and explored my pubic hair. As I stroked myself I grew
warm, my legs and shoulders relaxed and my eyelids grew heavy. I rubbed my
nipples with one hand and pressed my button with the other. It felt glorious.
But lying there, rocking my hips up and down, trying to imagine an unseen boy in
the Pocono's sliding his penis inside me, I kept thinking of the vibrator.
Finally, I sat up and sighed.
"This is going to wreck me," I thought, slid off the bed and bounded out of my
room. The TV was still going downstairs as I crept into my mother's dark room. I
was getting good at this, I thought, as I slid open her bottom drawer. It lay
Beneath some sweaters, a square white plastic handle with a dull red ball on the
end of a metal rod. The cord was coiled carelessly and I noted its position and
attitude as I lifted the joy-giving device from its resting place. I scurried
back to my room and shivered. I couldn't wait.
****
It was a hot day. The sun beat down hard, and heat was enveloping, oppressive. A
bead of sweat trickled down my neck as I climbed onto White Rock. I cherished
the sun's power, felt it surge through me, felt as if I could never escape it,
then dove toward it, into the air, attacked the heat, challenged it head on
before slicing into the clear fresh water. My body tingled, the chill snapped my
pores shut. The ripples massaged my shoulders, brushed lightly my breasts and
belly before kissing my inner thighs goodbye. I climbed up onto the raft.
The ashen wood was sharp with heat. I stepped gingerly, then plopped down in the
puddle I'd made. Already the wet was evaporating from my skin, the sun once
again taking hold. The lake was nearly deserted, except for the distant drone of
a powerboat. I un- fastened the back clasp of my bikini top and let the sides
fall to the wood. Small white patches of my breasts peeked from beneath my
armpits. I rested my head on my folded arms and closed my eyes. The puls- ing
heat and faraway drone filled my thoughts with glorious nothingness.
I heard him before I saw him. The raft rocked and a sluice of water fell beside
me. He was older, maybe 16, and taut and dark. His body shimmered as he pulled
himself up and rolled onto the raft. His smile reassured me. I reached back, to
refasten my top, but he took the string from my hand and I let him. Wordlessly
he climbed astride my back, his cool tan skin covering mine, and licked along my
spine. I shivered and buried my face deep into my arms.
His fingers landed behind my ears and pushed forward, brushing my ear, slipping
across my cheeks. I took his index finger in my mouth and sucked it. His tongue
was an ice cube on my scalded skin.
Next his tongue traced the curve of my armpit, flicking wildly into soft down
there. Amazingly I wasn't tickled, I was charged fully, aglow and alive. I
licked between his fingers and pressed my bottom up, into his groin. His tongue
rolled along the side of my breast... It's incredible, I thought and turned
toward him. My hard nipple plunged into his mouth. I raked my nails across his
back and ground my groin into his. I was on fire. Could this really be
happening to me?
Then he kissed my lips. His soft caress, his firm warm lips, his tongue flicking
deftly against mine. I wanted to swallow his tongue, wanted to feel everything
inside me, but he held back, made me wait, then engulfed my tongue as his strong
hands slid in- side my bathing suit and cupped my bottom. I was shaking, now,
uncontrollably. I felt his penis, rock hard, straining against his suit. My
hand, in- experienced and awkward, felt its length, felt its power. It twitched
gamely, and I rubbed...
"Heather!"
It was my mom! Twenty yards away, on shore, watching me be ravished by .....? I
tensed, for a second, then his mouth took my other breast and I surrendered. His
finger slid along the lips of my vagina. I was soaking down there, I pushed
toward him and his finger slipped in.
"Heather! What are you doing?!"
"Go away, mother," I wanted to shout but in- stead I sucked his ear lobe and
cherished the feeling as he pulled my bikini bottom down past my knees. Now the
hot air was cooling, as it wafted in my deepest recesses. His hand pressed my
clitoris and I pressed back, pushing that hard small point down into my cen-
ter, forcing out the pleasure I'd never before...
"Heather? What are you doing?"
***
It was Tommy. I opened my eyes and flipped the vibrator off. He was staring,
shocked. I pulled my nightgown down.
"Get out of here you little rat!" I yelled at him, but he didn't move.
"What is that... thing?"
"Tommy! Get our of here!" I yelled and turned away, but he stepped up to the
side of the bed and sat down.
"That feels good, doesn't it?" he asked and took it from my hand. The machine
flicked on and I felt Tommy's hand on my thigh. He started to raise my nightgown
but I rolled off the bed and glared at him. He looked hurt.
"Do it yourself," I said, angrily, and walked out into the hall. I was
embarrassed, sure, humiliated. And confused. In my room was my little brother,
jerking off with a vibrator, on my bed. I paced up the hall, not sure what to
do... Then I walked back into my room.
His penis was small but hard. He gently rubbed the vibrating red ball over the
tip and I saw his thighs tense with pleasure. His eyes were shut and his other
hand held the base of his penis tightly, lifting it toward the mean machine. I
had to smile.
It seemed like there was something good going on here. I'd felt ashamed and
embarrassed, but now I felt closer to Tommy than I ever had before. He knew my
darkest secret and he didn't make fun of me. He didn't hurt me, he made me feel
better for his know- ing. I sat down on the bed. He looked at me and smiled
excitedly.
"This is great," he whispered.
I shook as I reached out to him. I hesitated, but then I took the vibrator from
him and turned it off and I felt stronger. I took his penis in my hand and
pulled on it awkwardly. I suppose I wasn't at all sure, really, what to do. "Oh,
Heather," Tommy moaned, and I knew I was doing the right thing. The bone of his
penis felt funny, odd, but the skin was tight and as the blood coursed through I
felt a fa- miliar twitch between my legs.
I rolled toward him, swinging my legs up towards his head. My nightgown rode up
above my knees. I gripped his tiny penis in my right hand, then slid my lips
over it. It was salty, but not bad tasting, and now it jerked and quivered in my
mouth. I heard Tommy moan and he grabbed my leg and pulled it close to him.
Running my tongue the length of his shaft, rubbing the firm white cheeks of his
buttocks, I felt him push toward me. He wanted more. I felt him lift the hem of
my nightgown over my waist. I felt his fingers brush along my thighs, tentative-
ly, then press forward into my light blonde bush. I felt my breathing quicken
and as he slid two fingers inside me I lifted my leg and straddled his face. I
worked his penis between my lips, rolling one way and then the other, wrapping
it in my tongue and then sliding it in and out.
He lifted his face to my vagina and he licked and I started to come. I pushed my
knees back and felt my lips open and swallow his tongue. He flicked it in and
out of me with force. My breathing was heavy. I grinded my button on his chin.
My entire body felt like a race about to be run, the pleasure sprinting from
muscle to muscle. My nipples were like steel and rolled across Tommy's belly as
if they could leave marks. I bobbed my head, faster and faster, slurping up the
saliva with which I coated his cock. In and out, in and out, tighter and tighter
I squeezed my lips. More friction, in and out, more wet softness surrounding his
tiny penis, which I loved almost as much as I loved him, and then it happened.
He screamed, a shout I felt move up me from the inside out, and then he started
to quake. A thin cream landed on my tongue but I kept on licking and suck- ing.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" he shouted, in time to my rhythm. In and out, gliding over my soft
lips, in and out. I lifted my pussy from his face, but he clung to my thigh,
tightly. Again he erupted, a second serving of that salty cream. I wanted to
continue, I never wanted to stop, but I heard him crying. I swallowed his come,
licked his penis clean, then ran my tongue over the inside of this thigh. He
clutched at my leg, lifted his face again to my vagina, but now the vi- brations
came from his sobbing. I disentangled myself from his arms, turned around and
hugged him. His tears rained down on my neck, his right hand cupped my breast.
"What's the matter," I asked.
He never did tell me. Later, he got hard again and we fucked for real. It was
hard to send him off to his own bed that night, but we both knew we'd have
other chances. Tommy's been the best lover I've ever had, but then, of course,
he's my brother.
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