I’ll never forget that first time I saw my little brother in a sexual position. I walked into his room to tell him supper was ready and he wasn’t there. I took a quick peek behind his bed and nothing. Just as I turned to walk back to the kitchen I noticed the door to his closet sway ever so slightly. I crept over to it and smiled when I heard the sounds of a boy discovering himself… but in the closet. I knew it was vicious, but I had to see for myself, so I jerked the door open. There he was totally nude with a very hard, albeit small, hardon in his fist. That was only the start of it though. In his other hand he was sniffing the panties I had just changed earlier. What a perv!

“Jimmy? What are you doing? My underwear?”

He began stammering as he tried to cover his little boner with my panties and it was quite a funny sight to me at first, but when I saw him start to tear up out of embarrassment I came back to the big sis I had always been.

“I’m sorry. Don’t worry, I won’t tell mom or dad. It’s only natural anyways, so…

just hurry up and finish… and come downstairs to eat.” I thought for a moment as I took another look at my crunched up underwear covering his otherwise naked body. “And don’t forget to wash your hands first.”

“You promise you won’t tell on me, Julie?”

I turned back to face him and almost felt bad about finding him. Then I got that pang at the front of my crotch that told me sex was happening right in front of me. I couldn’t just walk away from this opportunity to check out my little brother some. After all, it wasn’t like I hadn’t wondered what my little brother had been sporting for equipment before. I reached out and ran my hand under his to grope my way to his boner and brushed his panty filled hand away with my other hand. He knew I was going to cop a good feel of him and stood stoically for me. I fingered him a little and replicated the action he had been doing moments earlier. I ran my thumb over the head of his organ and played with the very moist slit for a brief moment and asked him if any other girl had ever touched him before. He blurted out a “no” so fast it was comical.

I looked back at the door to his bedroom and knew that if anyone walked by that they would come in to see what was going on. I grabbed his hand and placed it back to his boner and told him to finish quickly. I watched until he finally started back into his rhythm, gave him a sweet sisterly smile and all but closed the door on him as it had been earlier. As I left his room, I heard a tiny little grunt that reminded me of the much hardier sounds that a couple of my past boyfriends would make as they got off.

A few minutes later Jimmy was in the kitchen getting the bread as mom had asked of him. I went to grab a bread knife, and seeing that our parents were engrossed in their food with their backs to us, I grabbed his right hand and lifted it to my nose. I took a quick sniff of it and he yanked it away from me. I smiled at him to let him know this was our newest secret to keep from mom and dad, and he acknowledged it with a whispered, “Thank you.”

It must have been a very long meal for Jimmy with me sitting next to him. As soon as we were done, we both headed back to our respective rooms. Jimmy didn’t really want to face me and I knew I had to do something to keep him from getting all weird on me. I knew he really didn’t want to talk about it, but I got an idea that I knew would help put him at ease. I went to his room and closed the door behind me.

“What do you want… can’t wait to make fun of me?”

I said, “Not at all! I just wanted to give you a couple of warnings. First, you better be careful. If mom had of caught you, you’d be in for a hell of a lot of trouble. In the closet? Sniffing my dirty panties? Ya little freak ya.” His nose wrinkled and I saw he didn’t see that I was trying to make light of the situation. “Look, just be careful when you’re doing that, okay? And you’d better put my panties back when you’re done. Do you cum in them?”

The question caught him off guard, but he eventually nodded his head.

“Well that’s not good. If mom sees your crusty cum in my panties, she’ll think I’m the one having sex. If you’re going to use them, then you’re going to have to rinse them out afterwards. Leave them on my hamper and if mom sees them wet, she’ll just think I washed them out from my blood.”

Then, as I had come in to do, I hiked up my skirt enough to grab onto the panties I had just put on an hour earlier. I tugged them from my crack and slipped out of them. Jimmy’s eyes were wide in disbelief as he watched. I started to hand them to him and thought again. I decided to make it a real treat for him and hiked my skirt again. This time I knew he could see my pussy and I began swabbing between my lips to get as much of my scent on my panties as possible. When I was sure they would waft with my odor, I handed them to him.

“And hide these well. If mom or dad find them in your room there’ll be hell to pay.”

I turned around and began walking back to my room when Jimmy called to me.

“Thanks Julie.”

I gave him a polite smile and left. I sort of felt matronly, until that is, I laid back on my bed and started to think about it all. I could feel the air on my naked pussy under my short skirt and knew that I had some relieving to do of my own.

That was the thing that brought me and my brother close back then, and it wasn’t long before I would tease him with a quick peek of my girls, or my furry little patch of pubic hair. I started to tune in to when he would go to jerk off and would occasionally go to “catch” him. I couldn’t help but grab at his cock now and then to feel his intenseness. I even took over once and pulled him off myself. Watching his cum shoot into my panties was like watching a wildlife film. I wiped him up and then took them away under the pretense of washing them out for him. Instead, I really wanted to inspect his sperm close up, smell it, and even tasted it with the tip of my tongue.

It was funny the first time he came to me for help. He really wanted the panties right off my ass, but he didn’t know how to ask for them. Finally, he asked me if I wanted to watch him “do it”. I told him I had homework to get done and didn’t have the time, but when he didn’t turn to go away I knew there was more. I searched his eyes for a moment and they darted to my crotch for a split second. I got the idea!

“You want my underwear little brother?”

He sheepishly nodded and I ripped them off, let him watch me wipe them over myself, and handed them to him. And to make it easier for him in the future, I told him to ask for a napkin whenever he needed them. I had been getting use to seeing my underwear suddenly disappear, only to reappear an hour or so later on my hamper. I felt pretty cool about being able to help him adjusting into manhood… as perverted as it might be.

That was all a couple of years ago and now we had fallen into getting together once or twice a month to keep life exciting. I had never let him touch me and never did anything to him besides watch or pull him off once in a great while. Then the “special night” happened. Our parents were gone for most of the day and night for a wedding of some friends. Jimmy came in and asked for a napkin and had no idea that I had just been fingering myself while reading a romance novel as my door had popped open. I had only been moments away from a nice little orgasm, so I was horny as all hell. I took off my panties which were already well scented, prepared them further for him, and handed them to him. But I didn’t let go as he grabbed onto them. I figured it was time to get to know Jimmy a little better.

“No, stay here this time. I want to watch from here.”

It took a little coaxing, but I soon talked him out of his clothes. He began stroking himself on his own and eventually mashed my soiled undies into his face. I spread my legs and began twirling my fingers over my bump as I watched, and soon he was focused on sis fingering herself in front of him for the first time. I don’t think he had much of an idea about how girls masturbated and soon his eyes were boring a hole into my crotch. I got off in seconds and playfully ran my fingers over myself for him to watch. But then I couldn’t help myself any longer. I got off the bed, peeled my top and bra off to give him a little added show, and knelt before him.

I replaced his hand with my own as I began stroking him slowly. It was rare to actually see a cock so up close without the typical urgency that my boyfriends might have, and I studied his instrument carefully as a learning lesson. I never really liked giving head, but this time was different. For some reason I was extremely attracted to my brother’s hardon. I looked up at him several times and saw how badly he wanted more. Finally, I decided to take a taste of him. When I leaned in to suck the head of his cock into my mouth, I heard him murmur his approval. I went real slow and felt for every pulsing vein, ran my tongue through his slit, and bobbed down onto him as deeply as I’d ever been on a cock before.

It felt awesomely wild when his hands instinctively went to the back of my head to hold me in place, and slowly he started to feed himself to me. I kept peeking up at him and enjoyed his pleasing looks of excitement. Soon, I was the one getting surprised by his assertiveness. He was pumping away at me like I was a paid whore. I would have pulled away from any other guy, but he was whispering how good I felt on him and how long he had fantasized about making me give him head. I had no idea he wanted that from me, but suddenly I felt so wonderfully needed by him that I relaxed my jaw and let him use me as he wanted.

I took another peek up at him and could see he was getting ready to cum. He had dropped my panties on the floor along the way, so I reached for them to replace my mouth. I started to jerk away from him to finish him off with my hand, but he growled at me and pushed himself harder into my mouth. I realized I had unleashed a monster of sorts and began fretting over what he thought he was going to do to me. That’s when, still holding my panties in my right hand, I pushed on his forelegs to get away from him. But he growled again and held my head so tightly that I wondered if he was really going to do what I thought he might.

I began struggling to get my mouth off of him, but his fingers twisted in my hair and he became a man on a mission. When I saw the new look on his face, I could see a hint of apology in it that made me feel almost sorry for his needs. I couldn’t bring myself to stop pushing against his legs to free myself, but I was resigning to letting him have whatever he could get from me. I had only rarely gotten a forced taste of a boys cum in the past, but it was clear he wanted even more than that now.

This was my own little brother fucking my mouth and somehow I felt so sorry about this urge that was overwhelming him. I was getting gagged repeatedly as his moment neared, and the slop running from the corners of my mouth made for the most wicked sounds I’d ever heard during sex. And then he was ready. He grabbed the sides of my head so tightly that it started to hurt, plunged himself into my mouth slowly but quite assertively, and groaned louder than any guy I ever heard. I felt the first glob of sperm shoot into my throat so far I knew I could never cough it up. Suddenly I didn’t want him to feel bad about what he was doing to me, so I murmured a loving tone to him as he continued relieving himself into the deepest part of my mouth that he could hold himself to.

Waiting for him to finish with me was an eternity of emotions that I knew was going to get repeated in the future. I may have gagged from the mere thought of a guy cumming in my mouth before, but he was so forcefully feeding me this way that I felt totally subservient to his needs. When I felt his fingers finally begin to relax, I pulled back enough to swallow enough to clear my airway and struggled to get a breath of air. I felt a couple of more small spurts enter my mouth and choked the remains into my own throat to swallow.

As I fell away from my dear brother, I instantly became overwhelmed with guilt, satisfaction, and a strange kind of passion for Jimmy’s being properly satisfied. He immediately began to apologize for being so forceful with me and even begged my forgiveness at making me swallow his sperm. I just sort of withered at his feet not knowing what to say to him. Finally, I choked out the words, “Was that good for you?” I couldn’t believe that as ill as I felt about being used as a cum dumpster that I had asked that, but it really seemed to matter to me that he liked what he had done.

“God, was it ever good. I didn’t mean to do that, but you’re so good at giving head that I just couldn’t stop myself.”

It must have been the compliment, all girls crave those, because the little bit of anger I was going to throw his way seemed to evaporate into nothingness as he offered his hand to help me to my feet. I even admitted to him that it had been the first time I had ever done that for a guy. And added to make myself feel less whorish, that I had had little choice in the matter.

Less than a week later, he maneuvered me into giving him head again. When it came time for him to blow his wad, there was really no way he could keep from repeating his insolent act, and no way for me to really try to escape his grip. I knew how wrong our incest was, but up until I blew him that first time, it was all just a matronly act for me to help him out. But despite how guilty I felt at sucking off my little brother, he managed to con me into doing it at least once a month or so. That was when all the really freaky stuff began to happen.

We were at my dad’s company picnic when the new reality came to the both of us. We were bored out of our minds and decided to take a walk. I think in the back of our minds that we both were thinking the same thing. We had never done anything outside of our house before, but with all the thick bushes and trees around us, our eyes started giving us away to each other. When we were next to a huge thicket of bushes, Jimmy asked me if I wanted to get nasty with him. Just the thought of doing it out in the open was making me wet as hell. I made him talk me into it, but when he finally took my hand to guide me into the middle of an outcrop of bushes, I knew this was going to be wild.

Soon, I was on my knees, feeling the thrill of getting poked a little too deeply. I had no idea that the thrill of doing it outdoors was about to be trumped. Just as I was relaxing my jaw for my brother, I heard the high pitched squeaky voice of a girl saying, “Fuck that bitch!”

I tried to twist away from my brothers’ grip, but he wouldn’t let go of me. I could barely make out that a guy and girl, obviously a couple from their arms around each other, were watching Jimmy intently thrusting himself into my mouth. My hair was tangled in his fingers and he couldn’t seem to care less that our incest had been caught. I continued to struggle against his grip, but he had his eyes fixed on the girl’s face and wasn’t letting up on me in the slightest.

“It’s okay sweety. I love giving my guy head as well, so just enjoy yourself. We just wanted to watch a little.”

I could feel tears coming to my eyes knowing how wrong this all was, but our voyeurs were making a concerted effort to assuage my fears of getting caught in the most embarrassing position I had ever been caught in. Jimmy grunted that he loved fucking his bitches’ mouth for an audience and that I was normally a prude. He continued on trying to get them to understand that I was his girlfriend instead of his sister. After all their inspiring comments, I began to settle down to let Jimmy finish in peace. When I finally did calm down, something came over me that I’d never felt before. It started to get quite intoxicating hearing all their excited utterances of enjoying me getting my face plowed.

All that quickly grew in intensity when the girl knelt down behind me. I thought she wanted a taste of my brother, but instead I felt her hands rub around my hips and settle in over the crotch of my shorts. The second her fingers grazed my clit, the cock in my mouth went to second place. I’d never really touched or had been touched by another girl before, other then when I was in second grade. But it was easy to forget about protesting her handling of me. My head was engulfed in one thing and she was already firmly in place behind me. I really couldn’t do much anyway.

When the girl knew she had me in her folds, she fumbled with the snap on my shorts and started pushing them and my panties down to get a better grip on me. I was rather embarrassed that both my brother and this other strange guy were getting to see me being molested by another girl, but there wasn’t much I could do about it. It turned out that the girl was quite experienced at fingering a clit and had me fidgeting in no time at all. Just as I was resigning myself as a sex object for all their entertainment, Jimmy pushed my forehead back a little. That was a clear sign that he was about to feed me his cum. I probably would have fought harder to keep these strangers from seeing me being fed sperm like this, but the girl had me bouncing on my knees.

Jimmy started his very familiar final actions and grunting. I took a deep breath as I had learned to do just as he took his last plunge into me. I felt the warmth of his cum shooting into my throat which forced me to cum at the same time. I was jerking so violently against the fingers frigging me that I didn’t notice till we got back on the trail that my knees were bleeding from the rough terrain. When Jimmy released my head, I grabbed both of the hands on my pussy to keep them from moving any more. I don’t think I ever had such a powerful orgasm in my life.

The girl started to stand, but not before putting a resounding slap against the bare cheek of my ass. She said, “Damn, that was fucking hot guys. Thanks for the great fucking time. Are we going to fuck our brains out tonight? Right honey?”

Her boyfriend grunted an acknowledgement and as quickly as they had appeared, they were gone.

Jimmy was pulling his pants up, and me as well, and said, “That was the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever done.”

I had to admit that it had also been the wildest thing I’d ever been a part of as well. We spent several minutes trying to make ourselves not look like we had just been sexing ourselves like crazy, came up with an excuse for my bloodied knees, and headed back to the picnic. Being the object of voyeurs wasn’t going to leave my mind anytime soon. It took a few days before Jimmy and I could talk about it, but while I was in the midst of giving him another blowjob he couldn’t stop talking about how exciting it had been for him. I would pause to agree with him and when he asked me if I wanted to set it up to happen again, I couldn’t bring myself to say yes, so I shrugged my shoulders. That was all he needed to start fantasizing out loud about our options.

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