Going with a different perspective that usual so I hope you all enjoy.

Nat gets a visit from her big brother and a birthday like no other.

Mf, oral, cons



	I didn’t really know my brother Dillon that well.  When I was born he was sixteen and by the time I even started school he was off to college.  My earliest memories of him were the Thanksgivings or Christmases that he would stay with us.  
	Every time he came to visit he brought me a special present from wherever in the world he’d been working this time.  I blame him for my chocolate addiction after he brought home some Swiss chocolate when I was eight.
	As I got older his visits became the highlight of my year.  Between his presents and his stories about travelling the world he was the coolest person I knew.
	When I found out he was going to be coming home for my thirteenth birthday I could hardly contain my excitement.  When he showed up at the door a day early I never exploded I was so happy.
	Seeing him walk in the door, I flew down the stairs and jumped onto him.  Laughing, Dillon dropped his bag and wrapped his arms around me.
	“So did you miss me or something?” He asked, holding me tight.
	I tried not to cry but failed miserable.  Sobbing into his shoulder, I said, “Duh!”
	He laughed and just held me until my little cryfest was over.  I let go of him and he lowered me to the floor.  Mom and Dad came out of the living room to welcome Dillon home.
	Once we got his bags up to his room, the whole family gathered in the living room so Dillon could tells us all about Venice.  I sat, hanging on every word he said until Dad interrupted.
	“Maybe we should continue this over dinner,” Dad said.
	I glanced over at the clock and saw that the whole afternoon had gone by and it felt like he had just walked in the door!
	“What are we doing for dinner?” Dillon asked.
	“You’re the surprise guest, you get to pick,” Dad said.
	Dillon looked over at me and said, “Nah, I think Birthday Girl gets to pick.”
	“But it’s not my birthday until tomorrow,” I said.
	He shrugged and said, “So? It’s all about you the next couple of days.”
	I thought about it for a minute.  Where did I want to go?  Then it hit me.  
	“What’s that place we went to the last time you were here?” I asked Dillon.
	“Sandy’s Steakhouse,” he said.
	“Yeah! I want to go there,” I said.
	He gave me a weird look for a second before Dad said, “Okay.  Sandy’s it is.  Let’s all go get ready then.”
	I jumped off the sofa and ran upstairs to my room.  I closed the door, pulled off my shirt and attacked my closet, looking for the just right shirt.  I was interrupted in my searching by a knock at my door.  I was reaching for a shirt when the door opened and Dillon stepped in.
	“Hey!” I yelled, turning and covering myself.  I was wearing a bra but it was still embarrassing as hell to have Dillon see me like that.
	“Oops!” He said, stepping back out into the hall and closing the door.
	I pulled on a shirt and stomped over to the door.  I yanked the door open and said, “You don’t just barge into a girl’s room, Dick!”
	He grinned and raised his hands in mock surrender.
	“Sorry!  I keep forgetting you’re not a little girl anymore,” he said.
	I stared at him for a minute, trying to decide if that was a compliment or an insult.  I decided to go with it being a compliment and asked, “What do you want?”
	He put his hands down and said, “We don’t have to go to some place I like to eat.  Nat, it’s your birthday.  I want to do something you want to do.”
	My anger at him walking in disappeared as he spoke.  I’d never been able to stay mad at him for more than five seconds at a time.
	“I do want to go there,” I said.  “Plus, you said we can do what I want for dinner and if it just happens that we go to a place that makes my big brother happy; I am one hundred percent okay with that.”
	His entire face lit up with a huge smile.  I stared into his sparkling blue eyes and felt butterflies fluttering in my stomach.  I knew my brother was handsome but when he smiled like that he went into a Brad Pitt class of gorgeousness.
	He reached out and rubbed his hand against my cheek and asked, “Have I ever told you how awesome you are?”
	I felt my face burn with a deep blush as I said, “No.”
	“You are almost as awesome as me,” he said, flicking the tip of my nose.
	I growled and smacked his arm.
	“Will you bug off?” I asked.  “I have to get ready!”
	“Need some help?” He asked, giving me a wink and trying to walk into my room.
	“Eww!” I replied, shoving him back out into the hall and closing the door.
	I heard his laughter trail off down the hall as he went to his room to get ready.  I shook my head and went back to my closet to look for a shirt.  As I looked for the right shirt my mind wandered back to Dillon winking at me.  I knew he was my brother but having a guy like that wink at me had sent tingles all through me.
	I found the shirt I was looking for and walked over to my mirror.  I pulled off the shirt I’d grabbed before and pulled on the one I’d picked out.  It was a tad little on me but it really showed off what curves I had and that was the effect I was looking for.
	I grabbed my makeup and went to work getting ready.  About halfway through putting on my makeup I realized what I was doing.  I was wearing a tight shirt and making myself a little sexy all for my brother.
	I stopped and stared at myself in the mirror wondering what had gotten into me.  Shaking my head, I decided it would be best not to think about what I was doing.
	Once I was ready, I came downstairs, the last one to arrive as usual.  Dillon took one look at me and frowned.
	“Who’s the cute chick?  I thought Bratty Nattie was going to dinner with us,” he said.
	I stuck my tongue out at him and he replied by doing the same.  Mom rolled her eyes and said, “It’s going to be a long night.”
	Mom was wrong though.  The night seemed to be over in the blink of an eye.  Dinner, and more of Dillon talking about Venice, flew right past.  The next thing I knew we were home and Mom and Dad were complaining about being tired.  They went up to bed, leaving me and Dillon in the living room.
	He sat on one side of the sofa and I laid out across the sofa with my head on his leg.  We watched some TV while I asked him about a million questions about Venice.  Most of the way through some dumb comedy, he stared flicking my ear.
	Sighing, I twisted and pushed myself up to glare at him.  His eyes went wide and I said, “Don’t make me have to hurt you mister.”
	His was breathing in short little gasps.  He gulped and managed to say, “Yes, ma’am!”
	I rolled my eyes at him and laid back down, wondering why he’d acted so weird.  It took a minute before I realized when I pushed myself up; my hands had been way up on his thigh, almost TOO high up.
	Thinking about where my hands had been sent a flutter though my whole body.  Dammit!  I shouldn’t be thinking about him like that but I just couldn’t stop myself!
	Trying to take my mind off of where it was headed, I asked, “Are you coming home for Christmas this year?”
	He coughed and said, in an almost normal voice, “Yeah.  I’m pretty sure I can get the time off.”
	“What’re you bringing me?” I asked.
	He laughed and, in a horrible Santa voice, said, “Ho, Ho, Ho! What do you want little girl?”
	Giggling, I got up and sat back down in his lap.
	“Well, Santa, I want a pony, and a pretty dress, and some dollies,” I said, faking a little girl voice.
	Dillon sat frozen for a second before coughing and asking, “Have you been a good girl this year?”
	I looked at him for a second.  He was acting weird again.  Why was he….  Oh shit!  I’d felt something hard bump my hip when I sat in his lap and I’d thought it was a belt buckle or something but he wasn’t wearing a belt.  In fact, the hard thing I’d felt had been under his pants.
	I don’t know how I didn’t start a fire from how hot my face was from my blushing.  Did he know I knew what I’d bumped? I needed to think about something else RIGHT NOW!  Thinking about his question, I asked, “Me? Good? Ha!”
	Dillon shook his head and said, “No dollies for you then!”
	I stuck my tongue out and stood up.  As I got up my hip rubbed that hardness under his pants again.  I’d done it on purpose and felt dirty but good too.  I was pretty sure I was going a little crazy.
	Dillon made a tsk-ing noise and said, “And for sticking your tongue out you don’t get a pony either.”
	I flipped him off and he laughed and asked, “You really are a bad girl, aren’t you?”
	I stuck my tongue out at him again and turned away.  I felt the slap of his hand on my ass and I yelped and turned to stare at him.
	He waved his finger at me and said, “You better stop being so bad, little girl, or I might have to spank you again.”
	My heart started hammering as he spoke.  I bit my lip and, not thinking about what I was doing, I turned and shook my ass at him.  Dillon swiped at me again but I danced out of the way just in time.  
	I turned to run and go three steps before he was up off the couch and tripping me.  I fell on the carpet and tried to crawl away but he had my ankle in a death grip.  We wrestled on the floor until he had my arms pinned and was on top of me.  I tried to throw Dillon off of me but he was a foot taller than me and had to weigh a hundred pounds more.  There was no way I was moving him.
	We both lay there laughing for a minute.  I was waiting for Mom or Dad to yell at us to knock it off but they must have been really tired to have not heard us.
	When the laughter faded, we both lay there staring at each other.  I think it was about then that we both realized how we were laying.
	I was under him and he was laying between my legs.  I could feel the hardness of his… of his… of my BROTHER’S cock pressing down between my legs.  Fear started to set in and I wondered if he could feel just how hot and wet I was.
	Dillon suddenly let go of my wrists and went to get up.  As he did his cock rubbed between my legs and an electric feeling raced through my entire body.  I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning.
	Once he was standing, Dillon reached down and helped me to my feet.
	“We should probably stop before we wake up Mom and Dad,” he said.
	“Yeah.  You’re right,” I said reluctantly.  Part of me did not want to stop.  A growing part of me wanted to feel what I felt when he rubbed against me again.  I wanted to feel it badly!
	“I’m going to head up to bed so I’ll see you in the morning,” he said, almost running out of the room.
	I stood there for a while and, once I was sure my legs would work right, I went up to my room.  I closed the door and got undressed.  I throw on some panties and a big t-shirt and got into bed, the whole time my mind replaying what had just happened.
	My fingers crept down between my legs as I thought about how good Dillon had felt on top of me while my other hand slides under my shirt and lightly brushes against my sensitive nipples.  	
	I pinch my nipples, feeling them harden and become more and more sensitive with every touch.  
	I spread my legs and rub the tip of my finger against the hot wetness of my pussy.  I slip just the tip in and rub in gentle circles before I push my finger deeper.  As my fingers slides into my wetness I imagine it’s Dillon’s cock instead.  I have to turn my head and bite my pillow as the thought of Dillon tears a long moan from my lips.
	I slide my finger out of my pussy and up to my clit.  I rub little circles all around it, letting out little, explosive gasps of pleasure as I do.  I rub my finger across my sensitive little button and nearly scream as the pleasure washes over me.  
	I slide my finger back down to my pussy.  It slips right into me I’m so wet.  This time I do scream but I do it into the pillow, hoping nobody can hear me.  I slide my finger in and out, going just a little faster each time.
	I slide my other hand down between my legs and gently start to rub my clit.  My body trembles as wave after wave of pleasure runs through me.  I find the perfect rhythm and rub my clit and finger my wet pussy at the same time.  
	My breathing gets more and more shallow and rapid as I pleasure myself.  I slide my finger deep inside my pussy and I feel a wave of pressure building inside me.  
	When my orgasm comes, my back arches up off the bed and it’s so intense I can’t even breathe.  I clench my teeth to keep from screaming but I don’t even think I can do that my orgasm is so powerful.
	When the orgasm releases me, I collapse on the bed, unable to move.  I lay there, panting and shaking all over.  It’s a long time before I can manage to move a single muscle.
	I finally manage to get out of bed and get some new panties.  I get back into bed and lay there thinking about what had just happened.
	I’ve never had an orgasm like that.  I know I’ve had one or two from playing but nothing that blew me away like that.  I lay there for a long time and, just before I drifted off to sleep, I wondered if Dillon could give me an orgasm like that.


	The next morning I woke up and was 14 years old.  My birthday was a weird day.  Most of the day there was a huge amount of tension between me and Dillon for obvious reasons.  Mom and Dad must not have picked up on it or, if they did, they chose to ignore it. 
	By the time we went out to dinner things seemed to be almost back to normal though.  I hurried through dinner, demanding everyone else do the same because I wanted my presents.  Naturally, my jerk of a brother decided to make a show of taking his time eating.  I glared at him as he cut his chicken into tiny little pieces and nibbles at each one.
	FINALLY dinner was over and we got home.  I had to nearly drag everyone into the house and get them in the living room so I could open my presents.
	Mom and Dad got me clothes, which was about a thrilling as it sounds.  They did get me a new iPod so that more than made up for the clothes that I would never wear.
	Dillon stole the show as usual.  He got me some more Swiss chocolate and some blown glass statues from Italy.  As soon as I had them out of the boxes, I ran over to put them into the cabinet where I had all the stuff he’d bought me from around the world.  My Dad liked to call it my shrine to Dillon and it kind of was.  He got to go off to these amazing places that I’d never been and could only dream of going so I cherished everything he got for me.
	After the presents were all opened, we all sat down to watch a movie that I hardly paid any attention to.  I kept sneaking glances over at Dillon but he seemed to have his attention only on the move.
	When the movie was over everyone decided they were tired and going to bed.  I tried to not show my disappointment that Dillon was rushing off to bed.  
	I took my stuff up to my room and played on the Internet for a few minutes before that got boring.  I took off my clothes and got into my nightshirt.  I threw myself on my bed and laid there glaring up at the ceiling.
	I shouldn’t be so mad about not being able to be alone with Dillon.  Maybe it was a good thing.  Maybe this way we couldn’t do anything like last night and things would go back to normal.
	Someone tapping on my door interrupted my thoughts.  I got up off the bed and went to the door.  I opened it and found Dillon there with a box in his hand.
	He grinned at me and said, “I had one more present but I don’t want Mom and Dad to know about it.”
	A conspiracy to keep things from Mom and Dad always got my attention.  The fact that it meant more presents for me made me very happy to conspire.
	I let Dillon in and closed the door behind him.  He went over and sat in the chair by my desk while I sat on the end of my bed.
	“What is it?” I asked.
	“It’s a surprise, dummy,” he said.  “What’s it look like?”
	I glared at him and all that did was make him laugh.
	When he got done laughing at me he said, “Okay, seriously, they can’t know about this.  They’ll freak out.”
	“Okay! Okay! Gimme!” I said.
	He handed over the box and I quickly opened it.  What I saw inside took my breath away.
	It was a porcelain ballerina on top of a music box.  I’d had one like this when I was younger but it got broken when we’d moved to the new house.  I can remember crying for weeks after that before I finally got over it.
	I gently pulled it out of the box and looked over it.  It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
	With tears threatening to run down my face, I asked Dillon, “Why do I have to keep this a secret? It’s gorgeous!”
	“It’s also a little expensive and Mom and Dad might freak,” he said.
	“So?” I asked.  “It’s your money and you’re a grown up.”
	He laughed and said, “To them I’m always going to be the eight year old that broke Mom’s favorite lamp.”
	I got up and put the music box on my desk.  I went to Dillon and put my arms around him, tears now flowing down my face.
	“Thank you,” I sobbed in his ear.
	“Anything for my favorite sister,” he said.
	I giggled and said, “I’m your only sister, dingbat.”
	“Thank God!” He said.  “One of you is too much as it is!”
	I thumped him on the shoulder as I pulled back from him.  I stood looking at him, wondering how I’d gotten so lucky as to have him as my brother.
	He reached up and rubbed his fingers on my cheeks, wiping away the last of my tears.  We stared at each other for a long moment before, out of nowhere, I leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.
	It was only a short little kiss, just barely brushing my lips against his, but it sent shockwaves all though my body.
	Dillon’s eyes got huge and I heard his sharp intake of breath.  Again we stood looking at each other but this time the tension from last night filled the room.  When it felt like the tension in the room was going to make me explode, and I felt like I was going crazy, I leaned in and kissed Dillon again.
	This time I pressed my lips to his.  I held them there, feeling the softness of his lips on mine.  I pulled back and looked into his eyes.  His blue eyes seemed to shine with an inner light as he looked at me.  He started to speak but I put my finger on his lips.
	“Don’t,” I whispered.  “Don’t say anything.”
	He kissed my finger and then reached up and took my hand.  He kissed my palm and then down onto my wrist.  The feel of his lips on my wrist made my knees weak and it was all I could do to stay standing.
	He kissed his way up my arm and onto my neck.  When I felt his teeth on my neck as he nibbled on me, I had to struggle to remember to breathe.
	He kissed up my jaw and then onto my mouth.  His lips pressed on mine and our mouths opened.  My tongue darted into his mouth and I moaned as his tongue rubbed against mine.  We kissed and I pressed my body against him.
	I felt his hands on my shoulders and he pushed me back.  
	“Nat,” he said, trying to catch his breath, “we can’t do this.”
	“Why?” I pleaded.
	“You’re my sister!” He said.
	“I don’t care!” I said.  “I love you!”
	I saw the resolve in his eyes weaken and I leaned back in to kiss him.  He returned the kiss just as hungry for more as I was.  His hand cupped my breast and rubbed me through my shirt.  My nipple hardened against his palm as he touched me.  His fingers came together and pinched my sensitive nipple through the fabric of my shirt, making me whimper.
	Dillon broke our kiss and stared at me, his eyes wild.
	“Nat, I want to do something,” he said.  “I want to give you one more present but you have to trust me.”
	“I do,” I said without hesitation.
	“Take off your shirt,” he said.
	I did hesitate this time.  I was naked under the shirt.  I hadn’t even put on panties since I was planning on seeing if I could orgasm again like I did last night.
	With a deep breath I forced myself to grab them hem of my shirt and pull it up and over my head.  I dropped it to the floor and stood completely naked for my brother.
	He stared at me, his jaw hanging a little open.  He tried to speak but couldn’t.  He licked his lips and tried again.
	“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
	I bit my lip to keep the tears at bay.  Three simple words and, because of them, if I were to die right now I would have lived a perfect life.
	“Lay down on the bed,” he said.
	I laid down and he climbed into bed with me.  He kissed me again, long and hard, before he started down my body.  His teeth bit at my neck, making me gasp with each nibble.  His lips worked their way down onto my breast.  He kissed his way around my nipple before he finally touched my nipple with his lips.
	I jumped, the explosion of pleasure making me clap my hands over my mouth to keep from screaming.  He sucked on my nipple and teases it with his tongue.  I had to turn my head and bite me pillow to keep from crying out.
	He kissed his way down my tummy and then stopped right below my belly button.  
	“Spread you legs wide, Nat,” he said.
	I did as he commanded and looked down at him.  Our eyes locked as he lowered his face between my legs.  He stuck out his tongue and licked my pussy.
	My entire body shuddered and I screamed into the pillow.  His tongue brushed my clit and my hands clawed at my sheets.  It was almost too much for me to bear.  His tongue ran and down, gently brushing my clit and sending lightning bolts of ecstasy through me.  Then he began to flutter his tongue against my sensitive clit and I couldn’t breathe it was so wonderful.
	I squirmed under his touch and I felt him pin my legs to the bed as he continued to pleasure me.
	I looked down at him and saw him staring up at me, watching my face as he sent explosion after explosion of pleasure racing through me.
	His tongue slowed a little and I could breathe again.  He slid his tongue lower and between my pussy lips.  His tongue slid in and out of me.  It slid side to side and up and down, setting off every nerve in my body with each luxurious lick.
	His tongue plunged into me and he had to hold me down as I jumped from the bliss I was feeling.  
	His tongue slid up to my clit again and he swirled his tongue over my ultra-sensitive clit.  He pressed his mouth onto me and gently sucked at my clit, making me nearly scream.  When his tongue began to flick against my clit I felt like my body was on fire.  It was too much!
	My whole body shuddered and the world went white around me.  I pressed my face into the pillow and called out my brother’s name as I came.  I grabbed his hair and pulled him tight against me and he kept flicking his tongue against my pussy.  
	I don’t know how long the orgasm lasted before I collapsed back onto the bed.  I lay there, unable to move at all.  My body shook uncontrollably as I looked down at Dillon.
	He stared up at me, a huge grin on his face.
	“Was it okay for you?” He asked.
	All I could manage was a grunt.
	He laughed and climbed up next to me.  He pulled me into his arms and held me as my body continued to shake.  When, at last, I felt like I could speak, I looked at him and said, “That was the best present ever.”
	He laughed and said, “I’m glad you enjoyed.”
	I lay there for a minute looking at him before I said, “Your turn.”
	His eyes went wide and he asked, “What?”
	“I want to make you feel good too,” I said.
	“You don’t have to, Nat,” he replied.  “This was all for you.”
	“Well, as Birthday Girl, I demand one more present and that present is making you feel as good as I do,” I said.
	He looked over at me and smiled.
	“Anything for Birthday Girl,” he said.
	“Damn right!” I said.  “Now get naked.”
	“Yes, ma’am,” he said, getting off the bed.
	I lay there eagerly watching him as he removed his clothes.  I stared at the strong muscles of his hairless chest, wanting to run my fingers all over them.  
	He slid off his shorts, leaving on only his boxers and a very large bulge behind his boxers.  He pulled down his boxers and I got my first look at his hard cock and it was all I could do to keep myself from jumping off the bed and just grabbing it.
	He stood naked for me, giving me a long look, before he asked, “Now what?”
	I stared at him for a long time and said, “I don’t know what to do.”
	He smiled down at me and got back in bed with me.  He kissed my lips and I could taste my own pussy on his lips and it made me ever more excited.
	“Just do what I say, okay?” He asked, his lips still touching mine.
	“Yes,” I whispered.
	Following his instructions, I kissed my way down his neck.  I teased his nipples just as he had teased mine and heard his little gasps of pleasure.  I kissed down his stomach then between his legs.
	Dillon reached down and took my hand in his.  He guided my hand onto the hard shaft of his cock.  He let go and groaned and I started to rub my hand against him.  
	He pulled my head down and I kissed the tip of his hard cock.  His body shook, just like mine had, and it made me hotter with every twitch of his body.
	He whispered what he wanted me to do and I was happy to obey.
	I licked circles around the head of his cock, feeling how soft and springy it was against my tongue.  I opened my mouth and took the head of his cock into my mouth.  I sucked it softly and started to bob my head up and down on it.  As I sucked him I started to stroke him with the same rhythm as my sucking.
	As I bobbed my head up and down I tried to take more and more of his cock into my mouth.  I glanced up at him and saw him staring at me, his eyes wide, as I slid his cock into my mouth. 
	I took all of him that I could into my mouth and stroked the rest with my hand.  Dillon turned his head and had to bite into the pillow just as I had done.  It was amazing to know that he was feeling the same pleasure I had just moments before.
	I wanted to see my brother cum.  I had to.  My hunger to see him cum made me suck him up and down faster.  I stroked him faster and I felt him begin to shake from my touch.
	His hands clawed at the bed and I heard him hiss, “Oh God, Nat, yes!”
	I felt his cock quiver in my hand and I felt his cum explode in my mouth.  The first two loads slammed into the back of my mouth and I had to pull my mouth off of him.  The next jet of cum sprayed out onto my lips and chin.  His back arched and Dillon cried out into my pillow.  I watched what I could see of his face and saw the sheer ecstasy that he felt.  Ecstasy that I had caused.
	I couldn’t help but grin.
	When his orgasm passed, he looked down at me with a dopey grin on his face.  I grinned the same dopey grin back before I slid off the bed.  I picked up my nightshirt and wiped his cum from my face.  I wiped the last dribble of cum off of his cock, making him jump.
	I giggled at him and all he could manage was to flip me off.
	I climbed back into bed with him and let him fold his arms around me.
	We lay there like that for a long time and I didn’t know what to do or say.  All I knew was this had been the best birthday ever.




