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Date: Thu, 04 Aug 2005 05:17:26 +0000
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My Brother's Brown Meat
I stood in the shower, letting the spray rinse the soap from my body. I turned
off the water and opened the stall door. It was hot and steamy in the bathroom,
but not nearly as hot and steamy as inside me. I began to dry myself, taking my
time, running my fingers slowly over my pussy and my nipples, while looking at
myself in the full-length mirror. My breasts were full and round, my nipples
dark and erect. My hips hadn't blown up into wide expanses of flesh of a
Hispanic women, and my tummy was still flat. Yes, I thought, standing there, I
looked pretty damn good.
Then, I heard the floor creak out in the hall. I froze, wondering, and then
thought that I might be hearing things. I heard another noise --- a shuffling
sound. Without being too obvious, I glanced at the doorknob to the bathroom.
Through the crack under the door I could see movement. There was alternating
light and darkness in the hallway.
My brother was peeking at me again! He was out there, no doubt, playing with
himself, looking at my naked body. I stood still, listening intently to the
silence. Just above a whisper, I could hear his rapid breathing, and I could
have sworn I could hear the slap-slap-slap sound of his masturbating.
At first I was mad. I'd caught him ding just this only a week ago. I had made
him promise to stop doing it or I would tell our folks. And now only one week
later he was at it again.
I moved closer to the door and sat on the toilet. I didn't know what to do, but
I knew I was actually thrilled by being watched. I'd had a week to mull over
what had happened and every time I thought of him looking at me naked, and the
effect that it had on him, well, I just felt so sexy.
Without really thinking about what I was doing I spread my legs to give him a
better view. I faced the keyhole, and reached down and parted my pussy lips.
This would give him a really great show, I thought. My younger brother had
probably never seen a real live pussy before.
I could hear his heavy breathing for sure now. I knew positively that he was
watching me and playing with himself. That thought thrilled me. I knew that it
should make me angry, but I liked the thought of it.
I stood and stretched, then quickly reached for the doorknob and pulled the
door open.
Ernesto, my brother, was squatting there, his shorts pulled down to his ankles,
his hand wrapped around his cock. His eyes were wide, his mouth open. He stopped
in mid-stroke, his balls hanging low beneath his hard, purple-headed, sheathed
cock. Right at the tip of it, I could see the purple head, poking through the
foreskin. The head glistened with satiny looking fluid.
His face reddened and he started to stand up. I simply took a step toward him
and grabbed the back of his head, pushing his face down into pussy.
"You wanted to see my pussy," I said, "now, suck on it, stick your
tongue in it."
I could feel his lips against my pussy lips. I knew he had wanted to protest,
and I knew that he had been embarrassed. I felt that this was the best way to
let him know that not only was it okay, but that I liked the idea and wanted his
mouth on me.
He reached up and put one hand on my ass, running his fingers across my ass
cheeks, and at the same time, I felt his tongue dart out, licking my pussy lips.
I let go of his head, and he suddenly backed away a little bit, looking at my
hairy snatch close up. Then he looked up at my face, his big brown eyes
questioning.
"Is it okay, Angela?" he asked.
"Sure Ernesto," I said. "I like that. I want you to like my body. It's okay,
just lick me like you really want to."
He continued stroking himself then, as I felt his hot breath on my thighs and
pussy as he moved his mouth and tongue closer.
He moved his tongue up one side of my snatch, and with one hand, parted my pussy
lips and touched my clit with the tip of his tongue. The touch sent fire through
me. I could feel my legs shake, and I was too turned on to think of anything but
cumming. I grabbed the back of his head, pressing his face into my snatch. I
could feel his tongue slide inside my cunt, moving in and out, and I came with a
loud moan, my body shaking, my knees weak. I pressed his face harder to me, and
I knew that he was having a hard time breathing.
I pulled away, weak at the knees. He continued stroking himself, and he stood,
looking at my tits. I heard him moan, and suddenly, there was cum shooting out
of his cock, wetting my stomach, my thighs. He stroked himself faster and
faster, and his cock shot cum like a sprinkler. It flew out and hit me on the
legs, and one drop actually shot all the way up to my tits.
I began rubbing his cum into my skin, and he stood and stared at what I
was doing.
"Follow me," I said, taking his hand and leading him into my bedroom. I lay
on the bed and spread my legs. "Fuck me Ernesto! Make me feel good like I
just did you."
In less than a second he was climbing on top of me, and I felt his hard prick
pressing against my wet pussy. I felt him slide it in, all the way, with his
balls pressing against my ass. I lifted my legs and surrounded his ass with my
legs, holding him to me. It felt so good to have him buried in me like that.
He took one nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, and the sensation sent
thrills through me, making my pussy wetter than it had been before.
He began thrusting, his balls slapping against me, and the noise of our sweaty
skin slapping together was loud and thrilling. His cock was hard and thick, and
the feeling of his hot dick in me was a surprise and a delight.
"Fuck me faster, Ernie, fuck me!" I shouted, a little too loudly. Mom and Dad
weren't home, but the thought that they might come walking in any second added
to the thrill of what we were doing.
He thrust faster and faster, and I felt his cock harden even more. He grunted.
And I felt his dick jerk inside me and his balls tightened. I felt my insides
filling up with his cum, and the feeling made me cum again and again, an orgasm
that I could feel from my toes to the top of my head.
He kept thrusting, I could feel his cum running out of me and down to my
asshole.
"Ernie," I finally said, "you're an amazing fuck."
He pulled out of me and lay on the bed beside me. "You're not mad I was
peeking on you?"
"Not anymore I'm not..."
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