This story deals with a sexual relationship between a brother and
sister.  It is a work of fiction.  If explicit sex offends you, or
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Copyright 1996, 1999 by Stephen Peters.  Permission granted to repost
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                       *** A BROTHER'S LOVE ***
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                          by Stephen Peters
                   (with special thanks to Emerson)


"Jamie, come on, wake up!"  David's voice was soft and warm in her
ear.

"Mmmmmm..."  Slowly Jamie drifted into awareness; her brother's
strong arm around her waist as he gently nuzzled the back of her neck.

"Wanna do it?"  he asked.  "I mean, you been runnin' around all
evening in nothing but those stupid leotards and I'm....kinda all
worked up, ya know?"

"Tough shit," Jamie mumbled, pulling the stiff hotel sheets back over
her shoulder, "use your hand."

Silence -- for the moment.

"Bet you want it just as bad as I do," David whispered again, voice
soft and persistent.

"Yeah, and how do you know?"  Jamie asked.  The question conveyed
both irritation and curiosity.

"'Cause," David replied, utterly sure of himself.

Jamie sighed.

Sometimes her brother acted as if he could read her mind, as if he
possessed some magic that allowed him to look right through whatever
she said or did into her deep, personal core.  It could be kind of
scary sometimes, other times (like right at that moment) it was
almost...comforting.  And the fact was, now that David had her awake
-and especially after the shit they had both gone through that day
-Jamie wanted some lovin'.  Yes, she mused, one of her brother's
long, gentle fuckings was just the way to put things right again.
Still, she didn't want to appear *too* eager.

"Well...maybe," Jamie said.  "What about you-know-who?"  She nodded
her head in the direction of the folding bed in the corner.  A young
girl, the daughter of their father's latest girlfriend, lay curled up
in it, sleeping soundly.

"I'll be really quiet."  David whispered.  Almost immediately, his
hand began to trail down her stomach.

"Uh-uh."  Jamie rolled over onto her back.  Taking her brother's hand
in hers she carefully placed it over the firm mound of her developing
breast.  "Start here..."  she sighed.


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Comfort is where one finds it and the fact that Jamie found hers in
the arms of her brother didn't bother her very much anymore.  After
all, in the three long years since their dad had been laid off and
mom had left there had been precious little in the way of comfort (or
stability) and Jamie was not about to deny herself what little she
did have.  David was the one constant in her young life and, while
she did sometimes wonder what forces had turned her brother into her
lover, she didn't question them.  If pushed, she would have guessed
it was simply blind luck, or perhaps fate.  Fate -- and the deeply
troubled man who was her father...

Jamie had just turned sixteen when her Dad lost his job.  All through
the halcyon days of the space program he had been a successful
engineer at a large aerospace company, but with the downsizing of
NASA (and all its supplier companies) he had become expendable.  He
took it well at first, remaining his old self as he looked for a new
job that paid as well as his old one, but his search was fruitless.
One month went by, then two, then six.  As the money ran out and his
hope turned to desperation, Jamie's father changed.  He became surly,
angry, and his occasional one-too-many beers after dinner became not
so occasional.  He was no longer a happy, comforting man and (as both
David and Jamie were slowly beginning to realize) what little
remained of his marriage was becoming unglued -- the solvent being
booze and self-pity.  His world fell down around him and, the day his
wife left, he came to Jamie's room and woke her up.

Jamie never lost the memory of that night: how she came awake as he
sat on the edge of her bed next to her, his hands on his lap, an odd
expression of grief on his face.

"What's the matter, Daddy?"  she whispered in a voice of sleepy
confusion.  Her father didn't say anything, but Jamie could see his
large frame quaking and feel the vibrations on the bed beneath her as
he began to silently cry.

What was a little girl to do or say when the man who's presence
anchored her world was crying and helpless?

Jamie sat up and put her small arm around his large shoulders, her
baby-doll nightie (the one he had bought her with the last of his
unemployment money) riding up her stomach as she reached to him.

"Don't cry, Daddy," she said, hugging him as he wrapped a large arm
around her small, girlish frame and hugged back.

"I'm sorry, honey," she heard his voice croak wetly in the
semi-darkness.  "It's just that..."

"What?"

"Your mother has gone, Jamie," he sniffed.  "She didn't leave a note
or anything, but she's gone and I know we'll never see her again."

"Gone?"  Jamie was becoming fully awake now as she tried to think and
hold her father in her bed.

"You're the woman of the house now," he told her.  "You have to take
care of me and your brother."

"Oh daddy, I...I..."  she stammered as her father turned towards her.
Draping his other arm across her back, he pulled Jamie's face tight
against the hardness of his chest.  Any lingering sleepiness was
driven away; both by the news her father had brought as well as the
strong, sweet/sour, yeasty odor of stale beer and sweat.  "Oh God,"
Jamie thought "he's drunk again."

"It'll be okay sweetie...daddy 'll make it right."  Her father cooed
into her ear, rocking her back and forth, and with sudden, complete,
shock Jamie realized he was rubbing her nipples back and forth
against his chest.  "Please..."  she whispered, pushing her hands
against his arms as she tried to escape his smothering embrace.
Large hands roamed up and down her back, open palms smearing the cool
smooth material of her nightie over her warm skin, and as she raised
her face to protest he leaned forward and planted a sloppy, wet kiss
straight on her mouth.

"DAD!"  she tried to yell, but it was muffled by her fathers lips
pressing tightly against hers.  She jerked her head sideways, leaving
a trail of her fathers liquor laden spit across her cheek, then
pushed as hard as she could against his chest.  "Oh baby...my baby,"
he mumbled, totally unaffected by Jamie's struggles.  Jamie realized
in horror that her father was leaning forward again, using his body
to press her hard into the mattress.  "No..."  she pleaded, on the
edge of panic.

"Dad?"  came the voice from the doorway.

David stood perfectly still, his small frame a shadow outlined by the
hall light.  Jamie's dad immediately froze, his breathing hard and
heavy then, almost imperceptibly, he loosened his tight grip on her
young body.

"Is everything OK with Jamie?"  David asked.

Slowly, supporting her head and back with his big arms, Jamie's
father lay her down on the bed, as if he was putting a sleeping baby
into a crib.

"She's OK, just took it a bit hard," he said, calmly, then scooting
his arms out from under his daughter's back, he slowly straightened
his body and stood.  "It'll be hard for all of us," he mumbled,
seemingly to himself, then turned and without another word walked out
of her bedroom.

"Oh Jamie, what are we gonna do?"  David asked, totally unaware of
what had been going on.

Jamie burst into tears.

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That night David -- at Jamie's tearful, pleading insistence-dragged
the pillow from his own bed, plopped it beside his sister's, and in
his clumsy, big brother way, held her as she cried herself to sleep.
The next night as well, and by the end of the week (although Jamie
had stopped crying herself to sleep) he did it without even being
asked.

With their mother's leaving, their dad had fallen completely apart,
spending his evenings in a drunken sprawl on the couch, and as their
once secure family disintegrated, Jamie and David did what they could
to cope.  Laying in the darkness of her bedroom, holding one another,
they talked and whispered; about their father mostly, but also about
themselves and how they could keep the family going.  It was purely
asexual, and it might have remained as such -- except for the simple,
biological fact that teenage boys wake in the morning with hard-ons.

Something nudged Jamie from her sleep the morning it happened.  She
didn't know what it was so she just lay there and took stock of what
had disturbed her.  She was laying on her back uncovered, the blanket
having fallen to the floor during the hot evening, wearing just a
pair of baggy, white shorts and an old, torn T-shirt.

It was quiet and still, in the bed for a time, and Jamie was just
about to fall back asleep when she felt it again.

A steady jiggling in the bed.

It wasn't a lot of movement, just a slight perception of the bed
undulating.  She had no idea what it was, but it was becoming clear
to her that the jiggling movements were coming from her brother's
body as he lay next to her, with his side and hip just barely
touching hers.

Curiosity finally got the best of Jamie and she opened her eyes, just
a slit, then tilted her head so slightly and so slowly that David
would not detect that she was awake.  She could see down the length
of his body as he lay next to her.

Jamie almost gasped at the sight, but checked herself.  Her brother
lay on his back, wearing a white T-shirt and nothing else.  His
underpants were down at his ankles and David was doing the oddest
thing Jamie had ever seen anyone do in her life.  He was holding his
fleshy dick in his hand and he was quickly rubbing the hand opposite
Jamie up and down the rigid shaft.

Jamie didn't know what to do.  She didn't know what she WANTED to do.
At once she was repulsed by the sight but oddly, at the same time,
the sight of what her brother was doing made her curious and excited.

She watched through the slits of her eyelids, wondering just what
David was doing.  Wondering WHY he was doing it.  Wondering how it
felt to him.  Oddly, as she watched, she became excited in a strange
new sort of way.  She could feel a stirring between her own legs and
it seemed to be caused by what she could see her brother doing
between his.

David's movements quickened on the bed next to his sister.

Jamie thought she could hear him make a sound.  An odd, excited,
moaning sort of a sound.  She wanted to lift her head and open her
eyes so that she could better see what he was doing.

Then she felt something.

David had taken the hand closest to Jamie and suddenly placed it
lightly over the mound of her pussy, between her slightly parted
thighs.

Jamie could not contain her gasp of shock and surprise, but David
seemed not to notice.  He continued his rapid cock stroking, skinning
the loose foreskin across the large, purplish head of his dick even
as he tightened his grip on his sister's pussy mound.  Jamie
scrambled to her elbows, abandoning all pretense of sleep.

"Wha -- wha --" Jamie tried to form the words, but just then her
brother's cock erupted.

"AAHHhhhhhhhh" David gasped as the first wad of cum arched over his
bare stomach to impact high on his chest.  The second went even
farther, a drop of it splattering on his chin, then he loosed a long,
steady stream of jizm, covering his T-shirt and stomach with thick
ropes of pearly white.  "Oh...God...yea..."  he moaned, hips
undulating, lost in orgasmic pleasure.  Jamie was totally speechless,
staring in wonder at the sight of her brother's cum spurting penis.
Gradually the streams of teenaged sperm slowed to a stop.  David gave
his cock a few last strokes then raised his arm and draped it over
his face, covering his eyes.

"Ohhhh..."  he said, exhaling with a long, quiet sigh, "I needed
that."

Jamie finally understood what her brother was doing -- `jacking off'
is what her girlfriends called it -- and now that she had seen the
act she didn't quite know what to make of it.  She was amazed that
David would do something so personal, so intimate in front of her.
She was also amazed (and a bit frightened) at how hard her brother
had come; the male orgasm seemed so...*powerful*.  Could I come that
hard, Jamie wondered?  And with that thought came the realization
that watching her brother masturbate had gotten her really, truly
aroused.  Oh, she knew about the pleasant, tingly sensation she got
when she touched herself between the legs -- but that was NOTHING
compared to what she was feeling now; hot and flushed, butterflies in
the pit of her stomach, and a sharp, sweet ache where her brother's
fingers lay curled around her denim covered pussy.

"Oh man," Jamie whispered, "are you...all right?"

David slowly uncovered his eyes and grinned.  It seems so natural to
him, Jamie thought.  Does he jack off in front of girls all the time?

"Yeah, I'm all right!"  David answered enthusiastically.  Then,
seeing the look of confusion and uncertainty on his sister's face,
added softly, almost apologetically, "Oh, uh -- I'm sorry sis.  I
didn't mean to wake you, but sometimes I get hard in the morning and
I just gotta....you know, take care of myself."  He tilted his head,
looking at his sister with curiosity, "I mean, you do it to, don't
you?"  he asked.

"Well, uh...yeah, sometimes.  Like in the shower."

"Feels good afterwards, doesn't it?"

Jamie nodded, returning her brother's good natured grin in spite of
herself.  God, he really WAS comfortable discussing this.

"Uh, Davie..."  Jamie asked, voice soft and hesitant.

"Yeah?"

"Why are you touching me?"

David glanced down the length of his sister's body.  His hand was
still resting comfortably on Jamie's sex mound, the fingers trailing
into the area between her thighs, and Jamie had the distinct
impression that David had put his hand there without even really
thinking about it.  For a long time he was silent.

"Uh, well..."  he finally answered, "I guess I thought that...uh, you
know, you'd want to get off too."

More silence.  Slowly, tentatively, Jamie pushed her crotch towards
her brother's enveloping hand.

"Jamie, I'm a mess.  Let me take a showe --"

"No."  Jamie was scared, excited and very, very determined to
experience what her brother had.  "Do me!"  she hissed.

David turned to Jamie and raised his body, supporting himself on one
arm as he lay on his side.  He smiled into her eager, curious
expression for a moment and then looked down her warm, budding body
to where his hand cupped his sister's pussy mound.

Jamie felt a thrill as he squeezed her there, the pressure and
electric feeling causing her to open her legs a little for him.

"Ohhh," the sound whistled out between her lips.

"Jamie, I..."  he hesitated, a look of odd embarrassment on his face.

"What?"

David looked down at the strip of mattress between them.  "I don't
really know how to get a girl off," he admitted.

Jamie sighed in excited exasperation.

"You don't know how?"

"Well," he started, "I never really...touched a girl...down there
before."

"Well, you were touching ME."

"Yeah, I know," he replied sheepishly.

Jamie sat up and looked into her brother's face for a moment, and
then with both hands, reached down and grasped the waistband of her
shorts.  Lifting her ass from the mattress, she pulled her pants down
and off of her.  David saw the alluring, newly grown, tuft of dark
pubic hair at his sister's crotch as she pulled her white pants down
over her rounded hips and then worked them off her legs and lay back.

Jamie looked up into his astonished expression for a moment and then
said, "Well?"

"Well, what?"

"Do me.  Do me like you did yourself."

"How?  There's nothing to jack on" he said as he looked down at the
fuzzy mound of his young sister's naked pussy.

Jamie snorted impatiently.  "Look," she said, laying back and placing
her middle finger gently down into the cleft between her pussy lips.

David watched as the tip of her finger sank down between the
soft-looking, down covered pillows of her sex.

"You just do this," she explained as her brother watched her begin to
gently move the tip of her finger around between the soft pillows of
pussy in a slow, circular motion, as if she were rubbing some special
spot in there.

David watched her diddle herself for a few moments, seeing the
muscles of her legs tense as her finger worked in the crack of her
sex, the same way his leg muscles tensed when he jacked on his cock.
He looked up at her pretty face and saw that her eyes were closed and
she had an odd look of concentration on her features.

"How does that feel?"  he whispered to her.

"Good," she dreamily answered and then opened her eyes, "but it would
feel better having another person do it to me."

Jamie stopped her masturbating and reached over and took her
brother's hand, pulling it down to the soft hair between her open
legs.

"You do it," she instructed.

David gently worked his middle finger into the tight space between
his sister's soft pussy lips.  He was surprised that it was so wet
and slick between the dainty mounds as he felt his finger slide
easily around.

Jamie gasped and closed her eyes as David's finger made contact with
the hard little knot, just down inside her slit, and he watched her
legs tense again and her toes curl.  He knew that he had found her
sensation spot.  It must be the same thing as that receptive,
sexually ticklish place he had just under the head of his penis.

"Yes!"  he heard her whisper and saw the muscles of her flat stomach
tighten.  "That's it.  Rub me there, David.  Gently though."

David began to swirl his slickened fingertip around on that soft knot
of flesh, watching his sister work her pussy back up to meet his
finger and hearing the breath whoosh from her lips and nose as he did
it.  He could hear a nasty, slick, wet sound coming from her pussy as
he worked his finger in it.  "Ohhhh, yes!"  she whispered loudly.

In spite of her excitement, David pulled his finger from his sister's
warm, furry crotch and looked at it.  It was moist with clear, thick
sexual fluid.  He put it to his nose and sniffed it excitedly.  It
smelled like a spicy mixture of old pee and feminine sweat but there
was something else about the heady odor of his sister's most intimate
area.  Something about the enticing fragrance of girlish pussy that
made his spent cock go suddenly strong and rigid as a pipe again.

"What are you doing?"  Jamie asked, looking up at him, red faced, her
voice a mixture of both impatience and embarrassment.

"I wanna see it," David answered as he hastily scrambled to his
knees.  Leaning low over Jamie's stomach, he planted an awkward kiss
just above her pubic fuzz (once again catching the enticing aroma of
his sister's sexual scent) then, reversing himself on the narrow bed,
pressed his feet against the far wall.  David wrapped one strong arm
around his sister's leg, holding it still as he lay his head gently
on the exposed thigh, then with trembling fingers, reached over and
spread the lips of his sister's pubescent pussy.

David was transfixed, gazing in awe at the moist, pink flesh of
Jamie's cunny.  Her clit was clearly exposed; the small bud poking
out from it's fleshy hood.  Further down David could make out his
sister's cuntal opening, then the skirt of flesh that widened into
her ass cheeks, then finally, almost lost in the shadow, the dark red
rosebud of her anus.

"David!"  Jamie moaned impatiently.

"Oh...uh, yeah."  David suddenly remembered what he was supposed to
be doing.  He hunched over a bit more, bringing his face within
inches of his sister's sex, then hurriedly placed his middle finger
between her parted lips and resumed stroking.
"Mmmmmmmm...doitdoitdoit" Jamie groaned, her thigh muscles tightening
against his cheek as she rotated her hips.  The spicy sex-scent of
Jamie's pussy was deep in his nostrils, and as his finger tip circled
her clit he opened his mouth, exhaling onto her ultra-sensitive flesh.

"Oh Davie, I'm almost there..."  Jamie whined.

David could no longer control himself; pulling his finger from her
furrow, he wrapped both hands firmly around Jamie's ass cheeks and
dragged her pussy to his waiting, hungry mouth.

"DAAAVVVVIIIIIDDDDDDDD!!!!"

Jamie screamed in ecstasy, clutching her brother's thighs as she
came.  The orgasm was overwhelming -- it was as if her insides were
being slowly shattered.  David kept his mouth glued to Jamie's
frantically bucking crotch, sucking her pussy lips, flicking his
tongue rapidly against her clit, prolonging as best he could his
sister's sweet agony.  His mouth was filled with Jamie's tangy
secretions, but David didn't care; in his passion he was willing to
drink his sister dry, slurp up every last drop of her juices.  He
pushed his tongue-tip hard against her vaginal entrance, wanting
desperately to enter the core of his sister's sex.  The opening was
clamped shut however, and as Jamie uttered her last feeble gasps of
pleasure, David gave up.  Slowly, reluctantly, he released his grip
on his sisters ass then allowed his head to fall backwards onto the
bed.

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For a long while both kids lay still, panting heavily, not saying a
word.  It was only the sound of their father, flushing the toilet in
the bathroom, that caused them to jump from the bed and pull up their
underwear.  Wordlessly, they went about the morning routine of
getting dressed for the day.

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That evening, Jamie went to bed early.  She didn't wear her usual
shorts and T-shirt.  She put on her lacy, black panties and a short,
sexy, red camisole top that used to be her mothers.  Looking in the
mirror, Jamie could plainly see the evident curves of her budding
body.  The slight space between the lacy top and her bikini panties
revealed the roundness of her hips and the narrowness of her waist
where she had looked so boyish before.  She also noticed that her
tits almost (but not quite) filled the sexy bra she wore.  Heartened
by the sight of her body, Jamie spent even more time in front of the
mirror, brushing her hair and pinching her cheeks to give them a red
blush.  She then scampered into bed and lay waiting for David, her
heart beating fast and a strange yearning in her pussy that she had
never experienced before.

An hour went by, as she lay in the dark, but David didn't come.

When she had gone up to bed, her father and David were watching a
movie on TV.  She was sure that she had let her brother know she was
going to bed.

Where was he?  Wasn't she obvious enough?

Jamie suddenly felt an odd ache in her chest.

She got up from her bed and walked, in the darkness, to David's room.
She could tell from the silence that everyone had gone to bed.

Why had David rejected her?  she wondered as she reached for the
doorknob to his room.  She could feel the wet trickle of a tear as it
dripped down her left cheek.

Jamie slowly opened the door to her brother's room.

The dim light from the window lit the figure of her brother as he lay
in his bed, on his back, with his underpants off and his legs apart.
She could hear him pant and see the blur of his hand as he jacked
urgently on his large, hard cock.  For a long while Jamie stood
there, wide eyed and silent, watching her brother masturbate.

"David?"  she whispered, trying desperately to keep the ache out of
her voice.  Jamie had never, ever felt so utterly worthless -- or
alone.

For a split second David froze, then he became a flurry of motion as
he grabbed the bedsheet and frantically yanked it over his exposed
crotch.  "Hey!  Ever hear of knock--" he yelled, but then he suddenly
realized that the negligee clad figure standing in the doorway was
his sister.  "Huh?"  he voiced in confusion, and then for the longest
time David just stared; bedsheet in one hand, cock in the other, his
eyes glued to his sisters ripe, young body.

"Oh, Jamie..."  he whispered in awe, "you're gorgeous."

Never in all her life had Jamie heard such sweet words.  She wanted
to yell, jump up and down, scream at the top of her lungs.  HE STILL
WANTS ME!!!  The rush of emotion was so intense her legs started
buckling; she grabbed the doorjamb for support.

"Why...why didn't you come!?"  Jamie cried at last, her voice echoing
both joy and puzzlement.

David propped himself up onto his elbows.  "Jamie, I...I..."  he
stopped, then shook his head.  "C'mere," he growled.

Jamie stumbled to the side of the bed then dropped to her knees.
David rolled onto his side and Jamie, having laid her head on the
mattress found herself staring straight into her brothers big, dark
eyes.

"Jamie," David's voice was soft, almost pleading, "look.  We can't be
doing this -- it's not right.  I mean...you're my *sister* for cryin'
out loud.  I'll get us both in trouble or--"

"Why?"  Jamie interrupted.

"Huh?"

"Why ain't it right?"  Jamie asked, voice soft and defiant.

David stared at his sister in disbelief.  "Dammit, Jamie!"  he
exploded, "I'm supposed to take care of you and protect you, not--"

"But I liked it," she interrupted again.  Then, softly: "and you did
too, didn't you?"

Silence.

"Ahhhhh, Jamie!"  David groaned, putting his hands over his face.

A part of Jamie wanted to make her brother pay for not coming to her
bed, but even as she wished that she realized that David was feeling
just as miserable as she had earlier -- maybe even more so.  Jamie
knew, without question, that he wanted to fuck her.  Well...maybe not
fuck, but he certainly wanted a repeat of that morning; but instead
of jumping her bones David was trying to talk himself (and her) out
of it!  He was trying to do what he thought was right, trying to be
the best brother he could be -- and it only made Jamie want him even
more.  Slowly Jamie got to her feet, standing over her brother as he
lay curled in the bed.

"I turn you on, right?"  she asked.

Slowly, hesitantly David dropped the hand covering his face and
looked up at his sister.  "Uh, well, I...uh...yes," he finally
admitted.  "I mean, ever since you got your ti-- I mean your breasts."

"That's okay.  So you like my boobs, huh?"  Jamie smiled.
Seductively.

David nodded his head.

With deliberate slowness, Jamie pealed the camisole top over her
head, dropped it on the bed, then reached one hand behind her back.
David heard a muffled 'snap', then watched open-mouthed as the loose
fitting bra fell away from his sister's chest.  Jamie shook her
shoulders, allowing the straps to fall down her arms.  Grabbing the
flimsy material she casually tossed the bra aside, then with open
palms Jamie cupped her firm, luscious, teenage tits; one in each hand.

"There all yours" she said quietly.

David pushed his face to his sister's chest, feeling the soft, fleshy
mounds against his cheek as he kissed her chest and then her hard
left and then right nipple.

"Ohhh," Jamie gasped as she gripped his shoulders.

As her brother suckled her tits, Jamie felt his hand push down into
her panties and down to her pussy.

She didn't hesitate to open her legs a little and give him room to
explore her most private area as she thrilled to the sexual effects
of his mouth on her nipples.

David seemed to be overtaken by a lustful frenzy as he sucked his
little sister's sweet tits and pushed his finger deep into her
dripping snatch, feeling her soft hair against his knuckles.

He wrapped his free arm around her soft, thin waistline and hauled
her onto the bed so that she was laying in front of him with her
crotch in front of his face.

Removing his finger, and smelling the sharp spiciness of her female
fragrance, David pulled her silken panties down her legs and pushed
his face between her thighs, thrilling to her sexual scent as he
mashed his mouth against her soft pussy and thrust his tongue between
her mons to taste her sweet, syrupy juices.

Jamie gasped loudly again as her brother took her sexually with his
mouth and tongue.  It was the most thrilling sensation she had ever
experienced; her brothers face between her thighs and that hot tongue
lapping at her clitoris.  She wanted to think about how dirty it
was... the thing that David was doing to her.  But the immense,
sexual urge in her was too great and she pushed her upper body to
his, feeling his warm, lower belly on her breasts and the tickle of
his pubic hair on her cheek.

Opening her eyes, Jamie could see her brothers erect cock and hairy
balls right in front of her face while, all the while, she felt the
thrills that his mouth was generating in her throbbing pussy.

Dreamily, Jamie began to kiss her brothers hard, warm shaft; she
heard his gasp (and felt it at her crotch) as she kissed the
sensation charged head of his penis.

Propelled by her lust, Jamie licked the head of David's cock and felt
it lurch against her lips as she did so.  Then, without thinking
about anything except the sensations of David licking her pussy,
Jamie opened her mouth and took David's cock between her lips and
began to suck.

"Awwww!"  David squealed into his sister's wet pussy as he felt the
warmth of her mouth engulf his rod.  He began to lick and suck her
with a fury even as he felt her return the sexual favors with her
lips and tongue.

As the tempo of their sexual activity increased, Jamie sensed David's
penis releasing a sweet, slippery fluid into her mouth.  She
delighted in its taste as she licked and sucked him more urgently and
wrapped her arms around his buttocks to hold him to her.  She could
feel herself at the edge of climax and she felt she had to hold onto
him to keep from losing herself in the feeling.

As his tongue motions took her to the brink and just before he made
her body tumble into the abyss of total pleasure, Jamie felt her
brother stiffen against her and hold her tightly as his penis began
to forcefully spurt a thick, bitter tasting, milky liquid into her
mouth.

Jamie didn't care because, just after the first spurt, she began to
climax herself.

It was the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced and she was
propelled through it by her brother's licking tongue and the tempo of
the throbs of his rigid cock as it shot streams of sperm into her
sucking mouth.  Jamie, in the throws of her climax, swallowed each
spurt greedily until both she, and her brother, were totally spent
and laying together, panting on the bed.

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It was Jamie who finally broke their mutual embrace, letting her
brother's gradually softening cock slip from between her lips as she
rolled over.  The orgasm had left her weak and drained, and
apparently David was the same way -- he was flat on his back beside
her, completely motionless, eyes closed.  Slowly Jamie sat up, then
awkwardly (her legs didn't feel like working at all) she scooted
around so she could lay next to him, resting her head on his pillow.

"Davie?"  she asked quietly.

David opened his eyes and stared into his sisters face.  Jamie's lips
glistened, shiny with his cum, and a line of semen trailed from one
corner of her mouth down to her jawline.  He watched, completely
mesmerized, as his sister scraped the last of his jizm from her face.
Jamie stared in fascination at her cum slicked fingers then, slowly
and hesitantly, she wiped the sperm off onto her chest.

"Oh Jamie, I'm so sorry," David pleaded.

"Huh?"  Jamie's voice was slow and thick.

"I came...you know...in your mouth.  I'm sorry."

"No, no -- it's all right," Jamie replied, soothing her brothers
agitation.

"But..."

"Hush."  Jamie cut him off with a shake of her head.  "It doesn't
taste all that bad -- honest.  Besides...I *wanted* you to cum.  It
makes me feel...I don't know...like a woman, I guess."

David looked questioningly at his sister.  "Even in your mouth!?"

Jamie managed a smile.  "Well, I hadn't exactly planned on that part,
but so what?  In fact..."  Jamie paused, and David watched as her
smile turned into a shy grin, "...I, uh...well, I kinda like this sex
stuff."

"Oh Jezzzz," David's mouth hung open in disbelief.

"Well, what's wrong with it, huh?  I mean, can't we have fun and love
each other and maybe even make each other cum?"

David shook his head.  "Jamie, I can't!  I mean, what am I supposed
to do -- go around all the time asking you for blow jobs?!"

"Well..."  Jamie reasoned, "...how 'bout some of the time.  Pick your
night of the week.  I'm available."

"Jamie, I'm serious!"

"So am I."

The two siblings stared at each other; Jamie with her playful, yet
serious grin, David in shock and bewilderment.  Yes, Jamie knew that
her brother was very uncomfortable with the idea, but she also knew
that he was a male.  Specifically, a horny teenaged male whom (at
that moment, at least) she had total control over.  Quickly Jamie
shifted position; draping her leg over her brother's pelvis, she
rolled over, trapping David's left leg between her thigh as she lay
half on, half off of him.  David's cock was resting beneath her hip,
and as she started rotating her hips, her brother's sex began to
stiffen.

Jamie's smile widened.

"Hey, lets do it," she breathed.

"Oh shit," David moaned, soft and low.

"C'mon, big brother," Jamie urged.  The playfulness in her voice was
gone.  She had meant just to tease him, get him ready for another
round of oral sex, but as soon as she felt David's leg pressing hard
against her pussy and clit she knew that she wanted -- no, *needed*
-- more than that.  She needed her brother's long, hard dick as deep
inside her as she could get it.

"I'm ready," she half groaned, half whined the words into David's
ear.  The ache in her pussy was intense, overwhelming.  "I'm
ready...!"

"NO!"

"Pleeeeeeessssee..."

David did the only thing he could think of.  Reaching down, he jammed
his hand between his leg and his sisters gyrating crotch; clutching
at his sister's tender pussy mound, he covered her wet, open slit
with his fingers, then slid the middle one into her tight tunnel,
running it up to the palm.  Jamie gasped.  Rocking herself back onto
her brothers pussy-clutching hand, she straddled her brothers hips,
spreading herself as wide as she could; in response she felt a second
finger sink far into her vagina.

"OhMyGod...fuckme...ohfuck," Jamie babbled into the side of her
brothers face as David pounded his twin digits deep into her body,
stretching her cuntal walls.  Jamie bucked wildly -- at first
grinding her pussy mound against his palm then, when she felt David's
erection brush against her stomach, trying to pull herself off.
David wouldn't let her go though, he kept grabbing her by the ass to
pull her back down!  She was trapped, impaled on her brothers
fingers!  Again she tried, but now his thumb was in the act, circling
just above her mons.  She knew she couldn't hold out much longer, the
sensation of her brother's fingers wiggling back and forth deep
inside her vagina was simply too much, and when David's thumb finally
connected with her clit, it drove her over the edge.

"Oh FUCK!"  Jamie cried as her orgasm hit -- full force.

David felt pain -- the pain of his sister's fingernails digging into
his shoulders.  Stifling his own cries, he braced himself against the
bed and let Jamie cum long and hard on his hand, shrieking and
yelling.  She practically bucked herself off of his body.  Finally,
with a long wail into his ear, Jamie collapsed, spread eagle over his
body, utterly exhausted.

It must have been a good five minutes before Jamie stirred, lifting
her head from her brother's chest.  Her eyes were small slits of lust
and anger.

"Damn you," she pleaded, "will you *please* take my cherry."

"I won't -- not without some protection."

"Davie, I don't care, I just gotta--"

"No.  I love you too much to get you pregnant."

Jamie dropped her forehead to his chest.  For a long while she was
silent.

"I get it," she replied at last, her voice a mixture of sarcasm and
resignation, "I hate you now, but feel really grateful in the
morning, right?"

"Somethin' like that," he replied, gently.

"OK.  I hate you."  Jamie said, but even as she spoke David was
wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close, enveloping her body
in a tight, loving embrace.  With a long, ragged sigh, Jamie buried
her face into the crook of David's neck.

"You're hard again, aren't you?"  she finally asked.  David stared
down at his erection.  It was throbbing in time to his heart beat.

"Yes."

"Uhhh...should I do something about it?"

"If you still want to."

For a long while Jamie did not move.  Then, with a small, sad smile
(to herself, mostly) she slithered down her brother's body, pulled
his cock to her face, and opened her mouth...

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In the three years since that night, David had been true to his word.
Although he had made love to his sister many, many times, not once
had he done it without a condom.


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Comments on this story are welcomed -- address them to
sxjames@aol.com.

Regards,
S.P.

