Gender: Female Age: 30 Location: Secret
|Introduction: Little sister has an itch she needs scratched|
Scratching The Itch
by Sister Seducto
There was never anything between my older brother Parker and I that I would have called different or out of the ordinary. Not before. We were friendly enough as siblings, which was probably the result of having been the last two children of six, but we were still just that - siblings. I never had any thoughts of him as anything different or more, and if it had even crossed my mind to wonder if he had such thoughts about me, I am sure I would have deemed it impossible. Now I see that all along there had been signs that our connection was not quite "normal."
I think the biggest sign of them all was that though my other older siblings were content to leave me to my own devices as long as I was not dying or in need of basic things like food, drink, or medical care (my three eldest brothers were especially guilty of this whereas my one older sister, Demetria, did at least spend time with me sometimes) Parker did show a lot of affection. In fact, on occasion he would chase me around trying to kiss me. I was not particularly grossed out by the idea, but since I was sure he only did it to annoy me, I always ran. He would chase me all over the large two-story house and through the expansive back and front yards, even through the neighboring woods if I ran in there, and he always caught me.
When he caught me, he would tackle me to the ground, hug me, kiss me on my cheek or sometimes all over my face, and tell me he loved me. I would lay in completely stiff objection and roll my eyes, huffing and complaining while he cuddled and coddled me, but secretly I loved every second of it. When you are a member of a large family you don't get told those three words often enough. And whereas mom used to hug and kiss me often, work had a tendency to tire her out and most days I saw her much less than I would have liked. When I did see her she wasn't exactly a fountain of love. More like a tired heap.
As time passed and we got older, he never stopped doing this, though the "kissing game" as I will call it did get a lot tamer and lot less frequent over the years. By the time I was 12 and he was 15, he'd barely chase me around one floor of the house. Not for lack of dedication, it was just that he was a much busier person then and I was not a small child anymore. At twelve I had shot up to a whopping 5'8, which was not unnatural for our amazonian family, and I also wore a B cup bra which I was filling to capacity. When our other siblings saw Parker tackle me or chase me around they'd tell him to stop, that it wasn't appropriate.
At fifteen Parker had changed a lot as well. He was something of a sensation at his high school, having also grown tall, standing 5'10 and excelling at many sports. Even though he was just a freshman, he was getting a lot of attention from the girls. He always had practice for some sport or he had a date with some girl that he acted like the sun rose and set for. I, on the other hand, was still treated as a kid by everyone in my family, even though my body was maturing and I was awakening to the world of the opposite sex, too.
We'd both been the left behind babies of the family, but he'd somehow gotten inducted into the boys' club as he'd gotten older and was now hanging more with our brothers than me. The rest of his time went to girls from his school. Truthfully, I felt more than a little abandoned.
It was the night before Halloween that we last played the game, and that was also when everything between us started to change.
Parker had big plans on Halloween with some girl named Emily, who of course had blonde hair, blue eyes and giant hooters, hence why she was popular. Our older brothers with whom he still went to high school, the fraternal twins Mark and Matt, were extremely proud of Parker for pulling a hot Junior girl like Emily. All my brothers were big fans of blue-eyed blondes, which kind of irked me since I wasn't blonde. Everyone in our family had dark hair and our eyes tended to brown, or shades of green and hazel.
For days I'd had to hear about how hot and petite and blond Emily was, and one time I even overheard a conversation where Mark was asking Parker what kind of chances he had of fucking her. Parker had replied that he was absolutely going to fuck her so hard she would feel it the next week, which earned him a high five from Mark.
I was shocked. I could not imagine Parker fucking anyone. I knew my 17-year-old fraternal twin brothers had sex, and I definitely knew my 20-year-old college student brother, Colin, had plenty of sex. I didn't imagine it or anything, but it was just a given since he was so adult and cool in my eyes. But I'd been pretty sure that Parker was too young to be having sex. I guessed I was wrong. This new information made me see him in a new light, I guess.
I could imagine why girls would want to have sex with him. Besides being tall and fit, he had a handsome face, really cool dark brown hair and pretty green eyes. He was my brother, but I wasn't blind, I knew he was cute. Still, I didn't like the idea of him sleeping with girls. I didn't really know why, it just bugged me.
I forgot all about Parker's date, though, since my day was spent riding around town shopping with mom and Demi, putting the last touches on our costumes. I was going to be a princess, mom was going to be lady pirate and Demi was going to be a girl from some reality TV show. For a change our parents were taking us girls to a Halloween party at one of their rich friends' houses instead of ditching us in favor of work. Demi was excited because there would be lots of hot college boys there. Our brothers would be going off on their own on Halloween - Colin to a frat party, Mark and Matt on dates, and Parker was going to the party of his best friend Reece who lived down the street. Emily would be his date.
At least, those were the plans, until something went wrong at Dad's company that evening, and we all found out that he and Mom would have to fly to Las Vegas for some emergency meeting. They wouldn't be back for at least two days. Demi and I groaned in disappointment, knowing they wouldn't be taking us to the party, but Demi decided to just go out with her friends instead. Dad then asked who was going to watch me. I insisted that I didn't need watching, but Mom said I couldn't be left alone. Then her eyes swung to Parker.
I watched his face fall as she explained that he couldn't go to the party with Emily, he had to stay home with me. We could invite some close friends over, but no partying, no drinking, and no girls. He looked at me for the first time with resentment. In that moment I hated Emily. I couldn't believe she was more important to him than me. I couldn't believe there could be anything so great about her that could cause him to look at me like that.
He tried to convince mom and dad that this was unfair because then everyone got to go out and have fun on Halloween but him. He tried to explain to them how important this night was for him, but they wouldn't waver. They wanted him to stay home and watch me, and they didn't want his attention on some girl. Halloween was a night when all kinds of people would be coming to the door and they were counting on him not to leave me alone.
"Ugh. Fine. Whatever," he finally said, and stalked up to his room.
I thought for a while and I figured out what was bothering him. He was planning to have sex tomorrow night, and he felt like I was preventing that. I didn't know why this was so important to him, but I hated him being mad at me. I tried to think of what I could do to make him like me again. Finally, I had it! I went upstairs to his room and opened the door poking my head in. He was laying on his bed with his iPod on, staring at the TV with no volume on. He noticed I was there, though, and his green eyes met my brown ones with anger.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"Um...You can invite Emily over tomorrow night," I rushed out. "I won't tell. And if we don't tell mom and dad, how will they know? They won't."
I didn't really like this plan, of course, but I hated him being mad at me more than anything.
He beamed at me. "Really? You won't tell?" he asked.
I shook my head. "Huh unh."
"You're the best, Alyssa," he said.
"I am?" I asked, happily, feeling redeemed.
"Yep. And...I think you better run," he said, with a mischievous look on his face as he sat up on the bed.
"Why?" I asked, even though I knew the answer. He always gave me a head start when he was going to chase me.
"Because I'm gonna kiss you!" he announced with evil glee.
"Ewww! God, no way!" I cried, as I always did. I turned around and darted down the hall at full speed.
This time I made him chase me all over the second floor with all of his might. He finally caught me in a guest bedroom, hiding under the bed. He grabbed me by the ankle and dragged me out, pouncing on me right there on the rug.
"Oh my favorite sister," he sighed dramatically, hugging the crap out of me with his full body. "How I love you!"
"Oh God, seriously! Get off me!" I huffed, as I found myself pinned to the floor and unable to escape. He just laughed, not budging.
I had to notice, though, how his body had changed since he'd done this last. It had been almost a year and since then he'd gotten much taller and a lot more muscular. A lot. His biceps were particularly impressive. I put my hand around one, measuring it. "Wow, look at that, I can barely fit my hand around it. When did you get so buff?"
He stopped squeezing me and looked at me with a proud grin.
"Oh you like the guns, huh? You should see this," he said, raising off me a bit and lifting his shirt up.
"Holy crap," I said, as my eyes took in the rippling muscles of his abs. Without thinking about it at all I reached out and touched, running my hands over the firm muscles. "Nice, big brother. No wonder all those girls like you."
"Thanks," he grinned. "You've been doing a lot of growing up, too."
"Yeah, just getting taller and that's not exactly the best thing for a girl," I grumbled. I was taller than Demi already, and that sucked. It made no sense to me.
"Nah, more like getting prettier," he said, petting my long chestnut-colored hair.
"Not really. I'm not ever gonna be like that Emily girl you're obsessed with, all blonde with giant boobs."
He wrinkled his nose at me like I was being silly. "You're beautiful. Never doubt that."
I grinned, flattered. "Well, my boobs are actually still getting a bit bigger. None of my bras seem to fit anymore. Check it out," I said, pulling my shirt up and showing him how I was almost popping out of it. "I think I've officially graduated to a C now."
He gaped at me and swallowed hard. "Yeah, they are getting bigger," he said in a hoarse voice.
His hand reached out and touched me, his fingers trailing over the excess warm firm flesh pushed out of the top of my bra. Tingles rippled through me and I let out a breath. His hand closed over one of my breasts, cupping and lightly squeezing it.
"Very nice, little sister," he murmured, though his eyes were fixed on my breasts and not my face. "So beautiful..."
"Thanks," I said, enjoying his touch and his appreciation.
"You don't mind me touching you like this?" he asked, finally looking at me.
"Why would I? I touched you," I said.
He hesitated like he was going to say something, then he changed his mind and moved his hand to my other breast. I knew he was just curious like I had been, so I didn't say anything when he started to really fondle me. I was surprised when waves of pleasure seemed to radiate from my breasts through my body and down between my legs. This was all new to me but I liked this a lot. I didn't say anything to Parker because I didn't want him to stop. In fact, the only uncomfortable thing was that something was poking me in the hip.
"What the heck do you have in your pocket?" I asked, reaching down to grab the offender.
Parker gasped and moved his weight to the side of me at that second, but my hand followed, closing around a long, thick, hard, warm object in his shorts. I moved my hand down it, realizing it was attached to his body.
"Oh my God...is that your - " I asked, raising my eyes to his.
"I'm sorry!" he blurted, pushing my hand away. "It's not because of you or your boobs or anything, it just gets like that! You have to believe me!"
"Calm down. I'm not mad, I'm just curious," I said.
"Oh," he said, with a relieved look.
"So can I see it?" I asked.
"What?" he asked. "No."
"I just wanna see it, I've never seen one before," I said. "I'll let you see mine, if you want."
I had his attention then.
"Okay. Fine. I'll show you," he said. He grabbed the band of his shorts and pushed them down along with his boxer briefs, and his cock popped out, standing up hard and a deep pink.
I moved over, kneeling between his legs and looking at it closely, taking in all of it's attributes. The shape of the flared head, the little slit in the top through which a drop of pearly moisture was seeping, the veins running down the shaft. It looked so hard.
"Woooow," I breathed. "Is it supposed to be so big?"
"It's not that big," he said, shyly. I looked up at his face and he had the most adorable blush on his cheeks. Why? I was sure plenty of girls had seen his cock before. Was he nervous because it was me?
"So do I get to see yours now?" he asked.
I balked. Now that it was time to show him mine, I was nervous. But I knew I couldn't back out on the deal.
"Okay," I said. I stood up, pulled off my panties and sat back down, raising my skirt and spreading my legs so he could see.
I felt so nervous as his eyes zeroed in on me. I'd never let a guy see my pussy before.
"Wow, it's so beautiful," he breathed.
"Really?" I asked, feeling a lot more at ease now.
"Yeah. It's wet, too," he commented, with surprise.
"It is?" I asked, looking down at it. It was. "Well, I was feeling really good before when you were touching my boobs and it felt like something was coming out of me but I didn't think it really was."
"Yeah, it's normal. It's just your body getting ready for sex."
"Oh," I said. I knew I should feel embarrassed, but I didn't.
Parker's eyes were glued to my pussy and his hand moved down to his cock. It seemed to me like he wanted to touch it. It also seemed like it was somehow bigger than it had been before. Was that possible?
Without a thought I reached out to touch it, trailing my finger around the head. I could feel it twitch. How odd and interesting! This was so exciting. I felt this intense tingly feeling in my pussy and I was pretty sure more juices were coming out of it.
"Alyssa, stop," he said.
"Why? I just wanna touch it to see what it's like, that's all," I said, wrapping my hand around it and feeling its warmth and hardness. “It twitched, is that normal?”
"Yeah. But you shouldn't be touching it," he said. "You're my sister, that's incest."
"No, it's not. I'm just curious, that's all," I said. "I'm not the first girl to touch it, am I?"
"So what's the big deal?"
He looked at me with wide eyes, he wanted to say something but at that moment I started to lightly move my hand up and down his cock. He let out a little moan and blinked at me in disbelief.
"What are you doing?" he asked, panicking.
"I just like the way it feels in my hand. Let me feel it for a minute?" I pleaded, giving him my most adorable face.
"Okay just for a little bit longer, but you have to stop or else..." he trailed off, as my hand continued to stroke his cock. I loved the way it was so hard underneath the skin, but the skin was so warm and soft. No wonder they called them boners, his was unbelievably hard at the moment.
"Or else what?" I asked innocently, continuing to stroke it.
I knew what I was doing at that point. I knew he liked me stroking his cock like that, it was making him feel good, I could tell by the way he was slightly squirming and panting. I really liked what I was doing, too. I felt really excited and my heart was racing. I didn't want to stop. He was so cute to me at that moment while I was rubbing his boner. I knew I wasn't supposed to be doing it, but I just liked it so much. I kept rubbing it and gently squeezed it a little. That felt so interesting.
“Does that hurt?” I asked.
“Uh..n-no that actually, uh...actually feels good...” he said.
“Hm,” I said, and I kept stroking.
"Ahhhhh.....I - I'm gonna cum," he said.
"What?!" I asked, panicking. I wasn't expecting that already and though I knew some things about sex and boys from reading about it online, I didn't really know what would happen if he came. I knew that stuff would shoot out but I didn't know where it would go or what it would be like or if it would be totally icky. "Well, don't! I - "
I stopped talking as soon as I felt a splash of something warm hit me in the face. I froze and looked down at his cock to see it spurt more cum at me, hitting me in the face and mouth. I barely closed my eyes in time to keep it from going in them as well.
I squealed and moved back, dropping his cock. It was so hard it flopped upward toward his face and squirted up in the air once, then a few more times on his t-shirt. The last blasts were smaller and that was probably the only reason he didn’t get a face full of cum, too.
I raised my shirt up to wipe my face off, but I still had a mouthful of his cum. It tasted really weird but kind of good, too. It was salty, thick and warm. I was going to spit it out but as I went to stand up, I lost my balance and gasped as I stuck a hand out to catch myself. Of course when I gasped I almost choked on it but managed to swallow it instead.
"Ahh! I swallowed it!" I freaked out, as I got to my feet.
"Oh my God I am so sorry," Parker was saying as he pulled his shorts up and got to his feet. "I swear I didn't mean to cum in your mouth. I told you to stop!"
"You didn't tell me it was gonna shoot me IN THE FACE!"
"Well, what did you think it was gonna do?!"
"Not that!" I cried. “It's not like I ever saw one before! How was I supposed to know?"
"I'm sorry," he said, hugging me and laughing.
“You don't sound it!”
"I am! I am so so sorry. You must be totally grossed out."
"Well, not really. It's just I didn't mean to actually swallow it. Who does that?"
"Actually, a lot of girls do. It's very normal."
"Oh," I said, fully calming down. "Okay then."
We stood there for a minute a bit awkwardly. I was wondering when he was going to let me go. I realized why he was frozen so long when he started to speak in a serious tone.
"Alyssa, mom and dad can never know that we touched each other," he said, quietly. "They would never forgive us. Actually, nobody can know. You can never tell anybody as long as we live. Do you understand?"
I started to get worried, he was acting like we did something horrible.
"Well, yeah, but...Is it really that bad?" I asked, shakily.
I knew that doing stuff with your sibling was considered gross, I mean I watched Game of Thrones one time when nobody was around to catch me, so I knew the deal. But I just didn't get it. Parker was my brother and I could do whatever I wanted with him. Why should anyone else even care?
"It's pretty bad," he replied. "Well, everyone else will think so."
I looked up at him. "Do you think so?"
He looked really torn for a moment. Then he sighed and let go of me.
"I think we shouldn't do anything like this again. Okay?"
"Okay," I nodded, obediently. For some reason, though, I felt kind of disappointed. I felt like I wanted to do more stuff with him, even though I wasn't quite sure what.
"I mean, you're my sister. And you're only twelve - "
"I'll be thirteen in a month!" I offered, hopefully.
"I know," he said, stroking my hair. "But you're still too young for stuff like this. I know you were only curious, but you have all the time in the world to find out about guys and sex. It should be when you're older and you have a boyfriend that you really love."
I nodded, but I didn't get what he was talking about. It wasn't as if I would ever find a boyfriend as awesome as any of my brothers anyway. The boys at my school were shorter than me, skinny and dorky. They weren't like Parker. But whatever. If he said I would find a boyfriend someday, maybe he was right.
It was late so we headed back to our rooms to turn in for the night. I flopped onto my bed, feeling sleepy but unable to get comfortable. I just felt on edge for some reason. I turned onto my side and that was when I realized what the problem was. My pussy felt funny. It still felt wet but it felt kind of tense, too. It was like a throb deep inside it. Was that normal? It felt like there was an itch deep down in it that needed to be scratched. Only it wasn't like when my leg or arm itched. It was a tingly sort of nagging sensation and it wasn't going away. It was both pleasant and annoying.
I sighed and turned on my back, frustrated. What was this feeling? How could I make it go away? I thought maybe I should rub it. That might soothe it a bit. So I put my hand between my legs and rubbed through my panties. All sorts of pleasure shot through my pussy and I gasped. That was so good! I rubbed harder. It felt even better. I pulled off my panties and really went at it, rubbing my fingers all over my wet and puffy pussy. It felt all swollen and horny. I'd never really been horny before and I thought it was cool. I knew I was probably horny because of the things I had done with my brother and I felt a little guilty but the pleasure I was feeling soon washed that away.
I sighed and moaned softly as I played with my pussy, running my fingers around until I found a spot that felt really good. There was a little bump at the top of my pussy and every time my fingers touched it the pleasure would intensify ten times over. Finally I started just focusing my rubbing on that button. It felt so good I thought I was going to explode. I started thinking of Parker, imagining that it was his hand between my legs. Then I imagined that it was his cock rubbing against me. That was all it took, before I knew it I was blasting off into my first orgasm. My pussy twitched with pleasure as orgasmic bliss ran through it and more juices seeped out of it.
I fell asleep as soon as the feeling waned, leaving me feeling satisfied and relaxed.
The next morning I woke up horny. All night I had dreamt about a big cock rubbing against my breasts and my pussy, then cumming all over me. I'd never had a dream like that before, and I was pretty sure as to why I'd had it. I was also pretty sure who that giant mystery dream cock belonged to. Parker.
So I woke up to the find the itch was back. I was about to touch myself when the door opened and Demi tottered through it wearing impossibly high-heeled booties and some jeans and a top that looked like they were painted on. She probably wasn't even wearing a bra. She would not be walking around in public dressed like that if mom were home, that was for sure.
"Wake up. Time for school," she said, then she flipped her straightened brunette hair over her shoulder and walked back out.
"Thanks, you Miley Cyrus knockoff," I called after her.
She flipped me off and kept walking.
Great. I had to go to school feeling like this? Maybe not. Maybe I could take care of myself in the shower...
I grumbled and got out of bed, dragging myself to the shower. I washed myself first, then slid my hand down between my thighs. Just as I had found the good spot again, Mark beat on the door.
"Hurry up unless you don't want a ride!" he yelled.
I muttered under my breath and turned the water off. I hated walking to school. Taking the school bus was even worse. I got out of the shower and dressed quickly, so I wouldn't miss whoever was taking me to school that morning. It turned out to be Matt. I hopped in the passenger seat of his car and rode in silence, trying to think of anything other than my current need that was not getting met. My itch that needed to be scratched. We stopped at a red light and Matt turned down the radio.
"What's wrong with you this morning?" he asked, looking at me.
"Nothing," I said.
I turned my head and looked at him. He had brown eyes instead of green, and much darker brown hair than Parker's chocolately locks, but I had to admit that he looked a bit like him as far as features went. He had mom's coloring, but dad's facial features. I guessed Parker just looked a lot like dad.
"You look like Parker sometimes," I said. I could have just said he looked like dad but I knew he'd take that as a compliment.
"Pft. I came along two years before, so Parker looks like me," he said, turning his attention back to the road as we pulled through the green light. "So why are you so quiet this morning? Normally you'd be trying to talk my head off."
"And normally you'd be ignoring me," I said, looking out of the window.
"I do not ignore you!"
"Yeeeah, mostly ya do," I sighed, tapping my fingers against the armrest casually. I didn't really care at the moment, but he should at least admit it was true. He usually didn't enjoy being saddled with a much younger sibling, so he just sort of tolerated my presence. That was all.
"I don't! It's just that I'm not a morning person!" he said.
"So you choose to ignore me."
"I don't mean to, I just...I don't really know what to talk to a kid sister about."
"Whatever," I said, uninterested.
"No, it's not whatever. It's important."
"Oh, now I'm important," I scoffed.
"You've always been important," he said.
I snorted and kept looking out of the window. When we pulled up in front of the school I grabbed my bag, but he held me back with a hand.
"Hey wait a minute."
"What?" I asked, already halfway out the car.
"Listen, we should spend more time together. How about I pick you up after school and take you to get some ice cream?"
My heart leaped. For him to want to hang with me, this was epic. But then I realized it might be too good to be true. I looked at him suspiciously.
"You won't forget?" I asked.
He shook his head.
"You won't ditch me for some chick you randomly meet?"
"You don't have some kind of football practice you have to go to?"
"Not today," he said. "C'mon cut me some slack, I'm not gonna forget or ditch you."
"Okay..." I said, grudgingly. "I'll see you after school."
School was long and torturous. I tried to pay attention in class, but all I could think about was what Parker and I had done the night before, or when I would be able to touch myself again, or how much I wished Parker would touch me instead. I was convinced somehow that if he did it, it would be more satisfying or last longer, or something. Which would be good, because prolonged horniness was kind of annoying. Sitting in class with wet panties was uncomfortable. Finally I just took them off and threw them away in a trash can in the bathroom. I would have tucked them into my book bag but I didn't want everything I owned to smell like pussy. It didn't smell bad or anything, but it would be pretty suspicious.
It just seemed unfair that I had made Parker cum but I didn't get anything. I knew he was probably scared to touch me since he thought it was wrong, or maybe he thought I was too young to even want it, but he still owed me and he couldn't just decide that we were done. I decided to tell him this the next time I could get him alone. I didn't imagine it would be that night, though. That night some chick named Emily would be getting what I wanted from him. Once again, it just didn't seem fair.
After school, Matt actually showed up and took me to get ice cream as promised. We went to this little gelato place by the pier and just people watched as we ate our ice cream. We talked about music, movies, and how embarrassing Demi's hooker clothes were. We laughed like hyenas. It was nice that he was trying to be closer with me and nice that we could have our own kind of fun together.
When we got back home, I saw Parker sitting in the living room playing Call of Duty. He shot us a look that didn't feel very warm. In fact, it looked kind of suspicious or resentful. I just ignored him, unsure what his problem was.
"Thanks for the ice cream, big brother," I told Matt, standing on my tiptoes to hug him around the neck. "That was fun!"
He squeezed me. "You're welcome. We'll have to hang out there more often."
"Yeah! Sounds awesome!" I grinned, and bounced into the kitchen to get a Coke.
I was reaching for a cold can on the bottom shelf of the fridge when I heard someone walk in the kitchen. I grabbed my soda and closed the fridge door, turning around to see Parker standing there, looking awkward. I didn't know what was up with him but I was alone with him for the moment and I found that exciting. My pussy started to tingle. I had to try to control myself, though. If I just jumped on him like I wanted to, he would probably run away.
"Oh, hey Parks," I said, casually, going to sit in a chair at the table.
"So where'd you go with Matt?" he asked.
"Just to that gelato place by the pier," I said, opening my Coke and taking a swig.
"Why?" he asked.
"I dunno, he just decided he should spend some time with me for a change instead of forgetting my entire existence as usual," I said, with a shrug.
"Oh. So is that why you're all fawning over him and calling him big brother now?"
I stared at him, lost. "You're not my only big brother."
"Obviously," he muttered.
I tried to make sense of what he was getting at but none of it worked out to anything logical, so I just gave up.
"Okay, you're weird," I said, finally.
"I'm weird. Really?" he asked, getting all offended.
"Yeah....." I said, looking away. Seriously, what was his problem?
"So what else did you two do?" he asked, sitting down in the seat across from me. "Besides get ice cream?"
"Nothing," I blinked.
"So you didn't do anything like...well, like the stuff we did last night?"
"No!” I said, looking at him like he was nuts. “I don't wanna do stuff like that with Matt. I don't even know why I want to do stuff like that with you. Why would you think that?"
"Because you come home all giggly and wearing no panties - "
"How do you know that?"
"You were bent over in the fridge, Alyssa."
Okay so I had been showing my entire ass and probably my pussy. Embarrassing. But, looking on the bright side, he had seen it. So there was no way he wouldn't be in the mood to do stuff now. This was perfect!
"Did you like it?" I asked.
"Did you like seeing me?" I asked, tilting my head to the side. "As much as you liked seeing me last night?"
"Do you want to know what happened to my panties?" I whispered.
He nodded slowly.
"They got really really wet. I kept thinking about what we did last night in class."
Parker's eyes widened but I don't think he could have spoken even if he'd tried, so I continued my story.
"After I went to bed last night I felt so funny, it was like I had to touch myself. When I did, I guess I made myself cum. It felt so good. I'd never felt like that before. I liked it, but I kept thinking that it would probably be better if you touched me instead. So that's what I kept thinking about in class, you touching me. My panties got wetter and wetter and then they were just uncomfortable, so I took them off. It felt weird having no panties on and being around everyone at school. But it was kind of exciting, too. Then when I went outside I could feel the breeze on my bare pussy and I liked it."
I stopped talking when Parker shot up from his seat and stepped back.
"Stop. You can't tell me stuff like this."
"Why not?" I asked. "After what we already did - "
"It's because of what we did. It's because I'm trying really really hard not to do anything that you would regret later."
"I wouldn't regret it," I said. "You're my favorite person in the whole world."
I nodded. "I know you think it's wrong but I don't think it's wrong. If we don't tell anybody, it's okay. Right?"
"Right. Wait. No. No, it's not okay," he shook his head.
My eyes dropped to his crotch. He had a really obvious boner.
"It's hard again, isn't it?" I asked, feeling a twinge go through my pussy as the itch came back.
He didn't say anything, he just looked at me self consciously.
"If you touch mine, I'll touch yours again," I offered.
"O-okay," he said, to my surprise. "But just touching. We won't do anything else, okay?"
"Okay," I said.
We went back upstairs to the same guest bedroom and locked the door. I wasn't sure what to do but it turned out I didn't need to do anything because he turned me to him and pulled my shirt off with an expression that showed nothing but excitement. His fingers stroked the strap of my bra.
"Will you take this off for me?" he asked.
Oddly I was more nervous about him seeing my boobs than I had been for him to see my pussy. It was just that I knew how into boobs boys were, at least I knew how into them my brothers were, and I was scared he wouldn't like them.
"What if you don't like them?"
"I'll like them," he assured me. "They belong to my favorite person in the world, after all."
I beamed. "So it's not Emily?"
"I like Emily, but I'll always love you," he told me.
I had all the confidence I needed then. I reached behind myself and unsnapped the bra, pulling it off and letting it drop to the floor.
"Wow," he breathed. "I love them."
His hands reached out to touch them, fondling and kneading them, then he ran his thumbs over my nipples making me shudder with the sensation as my nipples hardened. I moaned and mewled while he played with my tits, the pleasure in them traveling down to rest between my legs.
I pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it, then started unfastening his jeans. He managed to get my skirt off, then he stepped out of his jeans. He took my hand and lead me over to the bed. We lay down together, running our hands over each other's bodies in a comfortable silence. His hand slipped between my thighs and pulled my panty seat aside. Then he was exploring my pussy with his fingers. I rocked my hips against his hand as he rubbed my clit over and over. I was starting to feel like I might cum but that was when he took it to a new level. His fingers moved down to my entrance and one pushed inside me, making me gasp with surprise and enjoyment.
"Does that hurt?" he asked.
"No. No, I like it," I said.
He started to pull his finger out and push it back in, and it definitely felt better than anything I had experienced yet. I had been right in thinking his hand would be better than mine. And his finger? That was incredible.
“Mm, yes. More,” I sighed, closing my eyes as the pleasure intensified. His finger pushed deeper, making me moan. It slid in and out of my pussy and my pussy got wetter and tighter around his finger.
“Your pussy is squeezing my finger,” he said, amused. “It's like it's trying to suck it back inside.”
“My pussy loves your finger,” I sighed.
“Should I put in another?”
He worked another finger into me and though it felt strange at first it soon felt good.
“How is this?” he asked.
“Good, so good,” I said, reaching out and wrapping my hand around his cock. I started to touch him the same way I had the night before. As his fingers plunged in and out of me, my hand stroked up and down his cock. We were both panting and moaning as our pleasure escalated. I wanted him to kiss me, but I was too shy to ask for it, so I just enjoyed the sensation of being filled by his fingers and the way his hand brushed against my clit every so often, further intensifying the sensation that was building deep inside my pussy.
I felt his hips jerk once then again and then he came. This time my face was too far away to be his target and my hand was around the head so it came pouring over my hand and then the next spurt shot onto my thigh. That was all it took for me and my eyes drift shut as my body overloaded and I came. I could feel my pussy tightening around his fingers and my hips jerked, shoving me into his hand and onto his fingers as he finger fucked me harder. I started to moan loudly and he clamped a hand over my mouth to remind me we had to be quiet. I kept cumming quietly for the next ten seconds and then went still, my hand sliding off of his cock and his hand sliding off of my mouth.
“You were so loud!” he said, and laughed.
“Sorry. That was so good,” I said, looking at him with a lazy smile on my face.
“Well I'm glad you liked it. I did, too,” he said, but he seemed like he wanted to say more.
“Are you about to say we can't do it again, ever?” I asked, pouting.
“Well,” he said, stroking my hair as he thought on it. “Maybe as long as we don't go all the way it's fine.”
I grinned, feeling I had won.
I had no idea that there would be another, even better prize soon.
That night Parker's friend Reece decided if Parker couldn't come to the party, he would bring the party to him. So along with Emily, tons of kids from their school and Reece's party showed up to our house. They completely overtook the living room, dining room and kitchen. So I was pretty much stuck in the entertainment room with my small group of six friends from my school, who had come to have a sleepover with me, carve pumpkins and watch scary movies.
All the teenagers upstairs were getting drunk, listening to loud music, making out and smoking weed. They were probably doing other things too, in the upstairs bedrooms and bathrooms. Meanwhile me and my friends were watching the Halloween movies and eating candy. We had pizza, too. At least Parker had stocked the room and mini fridge with chips and drinks before he abandoned me to hang out with older and cooler people. And most importantly, Emily.
My friends managed to keep my mind off of Parker and Emily for a at least a few hours, and we were actually having a good time. I got a lot of compliments on my Princess costume. We finished the first movie, then played some games. I went to get a Coke and saw we had managed to clean out the entire mini fridge. How did six girls drink two twelve packs of Coke? That was so cool! Well, I still needed more.
“Okay, I am going to get more soda,” I announced to the group.
“Bring popcorn, too!” my friend, Michelle called.
“Okay, be right back,” I said, and slipped out into the hallway. As soon as I got close to the kitchen the smell of marijuana hit me in the face. It was thick and musty and I didn't want to go in there. I decided to find Parker and make him go. I turned around to head to the living room, and that's when I saw something that made me exhale through my nose like a bull and forget all about soda.
Parker and Emily were walking hand in hand, giggling drunkenly. He was dressed as a vampire in all black and a black cape, and she was dressed in a skanky white nurse's costume. They were going down the steps to the basement, looking sneaky.
Of course, I followed them.
I carefully crept down the steps, so as not to be heard, and I crouched low, ducking around furniture until I saw them.
They were in the back area of the basement now, making out. I watched with jealousy as Parker touched and kissed her. I didn't like it but I couldn't stop watching, partly out of curiosity and partly because it was kind of making me horny.
Parker bent Emily over the pool table and then reached under her skirt, pulling her pink panties over her hips and down around her thighs. He then did something I could not believe. He started kissing her between the legs. He was literally burying his face in her pussy from behind and she had this expression of sheer ecstasy on her face. She started to moan and shove her pussy back on my brother's face greedily. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I now knew exactly what I wanted him to do to me. It was just a shame I had to watch some other girl enjoying it.
I moved closer, careful not to be seen, and I could actually make out his tongue as it slid up and down between her pussy lips and wriggled up inside her. High pitched cries started to come from Emily and Parker reached down to unfasten his fly. His long smooth cock popped out of his pants. He wrapped his hand around it and stroked it up and down as he continued to eat Emily's glistening snatch.
A tingly warm yearning had started to build between my legs. It grew stronger as I watched Parker stroking his cock, and it began to radiate down my legs and into my stomach. I pressed my thighs together, hoping to quell the sensations but they just kept growing stronger. The itch was back and it was bigger and stronger than ever before, but even as maddening as it was, it felt so good. I could not stop watching. I had no interest at all in Emily, I was only watching Parker. The way he was touching himself was more than enough indication of how turned on he was, and I could also see that his cock was really hard and pointing straight up, so I knew he must really be horny.
I watched in jealousy but I was unable to turn my eyes away as he took his hand away from himself, pushing his fingers inside her pussy to finger her while he licked her clit. She started convulsing and moaning and twitching, and there was suddenly all this juice on his hand. When she stopped twitching he pulled his fingers out and sucked them clean. He stood up and took his shirt off. Emily turned around and he tried to guide her head down to his cock, but she gave a huff and pulled back. She pulled her panties up, and I knew she meant to leave. That made no sense to me.
"Thanks, this was fun," she said, and kissed him on the lips. Then she started to head for the steps.
"Hey, where are you going?" he asked, following her and grabbing her hand. "I thought - "
"Oh, I don't go all the way on the first night," she said, with sticky sweetness. "Sorry."
"Well, okay, but...what about me?" he asked, gesturing toward his boner.
"You have hands," she smirked.
"So do you," he said, slyly, putting her hand on his cock. "C'mon, just touch it?"
Emily laughed and pulled her hand back. "Don't push your luck, Freshman," she said, and went up the stairs.
I crouched there in my hiding spot listening to Parker rant to himself drunkenly about Emily being a tease and playing games. I knew he was really angry. That was why I wasn't sure if I should reveal myself. But at the same time he was also really horny and really drunk, and stupid Emily had just pretty much rejected him. It was the perfect combination for me to get what I wanted.
I watched him take his own cock in hand and start stroking it. His eyes drift shut and he looked so cute with his pants down and that silly cape on, stroking his cock, I just couldn't take it anymore. I rose up and walked over to him.
"Want some help?" I asked.
His eyes opened and when he saw me his hand stopped mid-stroke. He blinked at me a couple times like he wasn't sure I was really there.
"What are you doing here?" he asked. "Were you spying on me?"
"Because I hate you being with another girl," I said.
"Then why would you want to see it?" he asked, truly confused.
I didn't bother to explain, I just stepped closer to him.
"I know you wanted her to suck you and she wouldn't. I'll do it for you," I offered, going down on my knees in front of him, looking up at him. "If you show me how."
For once he didn't protest at all, he just kind of looked at me like he wasn't sure. Then he sort of held it out to me. I was more than happy to take his offering. I started to lick at the tip of his cock. He looked a bit stunned that this was actually happening, but he let me do what I wanted. I sucked the whole head into my mouth. He let out a moan.
He slipped his hand into my hair. "Just like that, suck on the head for me. Lick it, use your tongue."
I swiped my tongue around the head of his cock and ran my tongue up and down the underside of his cock head.
"Mmm yeah, take me deeper," he said.
I slid my mouth down further, taking as much of his cock in as I could. He used his hand to guide my head in a smooth bobbing motion up and down while I sucked on his hard cock. My pussy was literally throbbing, I was so turned on. Knowing that I was bringing him pleasure and knowing that I was doing something that was really forbidden was enough to drive me crazy. This was it, I knew that the walls between us would be broken after this and it wouldn't be long before I got him to return the favor I was currently giving him. Then I would know what it felt like to have his tongue all over my pussy and inside of it. I didn’t care if it was wrong, I needed it.
Parker was moaning and thrusting himself a little into my mouth again and again as I took more and more of him into my mouth.
"Oh God, oh my...Oh this is so...Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he babbled.
I kept going. In fact, I sucked faster. That sent him off. With a groan he released a torrent of cum in my mouth. I just kept sucking and swallowing until I'd had every drop. I expected his cock to go soft, but it didn't, so I just kept sucking on it. I knew he was loving it by the way he was panting and moaning and pulling my hair. Finally, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and pulled me up to my feet, walking me over to the pool table. He slipped his hands under my dress and pulled down my panties and I knew this was going to be fun.
He sat me up on the table and pushed my skirt up around my waist. Then he spread my legs, taking in the sight of my pussy which I knew must be glistening and sopping.
"Mmm so wet," he murmured, laying me back on the table. "Just relax and enjoy."
His head was soon nestled between my legs and I felt his tongue slip between my pussy lips, licking up and down. The pleasure was intense. I ran my fingers through his hair as he ate my pussy, running his tongue in broad strokes over my clit again and again. Then he teased it with the tip of his tongue. I felt like I was being shot out of a cannon. I was sure I was going to cum but then he swiped his tongue down and around my hole before sliding his tongue inside me. I was trying to shove my pussy into his face at that point, it felt so good. Then that gifted tongue of his was was traveling back up to my clit, which he sucked into his mouth. My thighs went stiff, my hips bucked and I came. It was such a shock and so intense I didn't even really make much noise, I just gasped and convulsed, leaking my juices all over the pool table.
Needless to say, after that I felt incredibly satisfied. I thought Parker would want to stop but he positioned himself between my legs and I felt his cock against my pussy lips, hard and hot.
"Parker - " I began to protest. I mean, I wanted to do this, but I wasn't drunk like he was, I was thinking rationally. We had tons of people in the house, what if someone wandered down the stairs and caught us? Also, I had heard that it hurt a lot the first time. Why couldn't we just stick to doing things that felt good?
"I need to fuck you. Tell me you want me to fuck you?" he started to ramble, rubbing his cock up and down against my clit, desperately. "Tell me you want to feel my cock inside you?"
He felt so good rubbing against me and my clit was throbbing and radiating pure tingly bliss in waves, I wanted that sensation inside me. "Yes, yes," was all I could get out. That was good enough for Parker because he moved my leg up higher around his hip and I soon felt him pushing at my entrance. I expected it to be difficult but he pushed easily inside me a ways before stopping. He felt huge inside me but really good, too. I couldn't believe I actually had his cock in me.
"This might hurt a little," he said, and pushed forward again.
I yelped as his cock tore through something inside me. It did hurt, but it was a quick kind of pain, more surprising than anything else.
"Are you okay?" he asked me. "Do you want to stop?"
"No," I quickly said. "Don't stop. I'm okay."
He pushed in deeper and I felt an intense mixture of pleasure and pain as over half of him settled into me. I could feel myself stretching to accommodate him but at the same time the pressure of his cock against my sensitive walls felt incredible. I inherently knew this was the only true way for the itch to be “scratched.” It needed to be reached down deep, and with his cock. That was the only way I could be truly satisfied.
"Oh my God," he moaned. "Your Highness, your princess pussy is so tight."
I smirked, glad he liked it but I was really beyond words as he pushed in even deeper and I felt his hips against mine, letting me know he was all the way inside me. I couldn't believe his long cock even fit all the way inside my little pussy but it did and it felt amazing. He was filling me so completely and even though it was uncomfortable as he started to pull out a ways and push back in, I could still feel a deep pleasure starting to build inside my pussy and radiate all the way through my body.
I held onto Parker's waist as he fucked me. Every time he thrust back in me to the hilt I let out a moan as a wave of intense pleasure shot through me. His thrusts came faster as his excitement grew and soon he was pumping me relentlessly. The waves were continuous now and my mouth had fallen open to form an o of utter shock at how good he was making me feel. I had no doubt that my pussy would never feel anything greater than his cock. If I had known it would feel this good I would never have hesitated.
"Ooh, yes, yes," I moaned as his cock slid in and out of my tight wet pussy, bumping against a spot inside me that felt so good my legs trembled.
"Mmmm yeah. Oh God yes....You love big brother's cock fucking you deep in your pussy, don't you?" he asked me, pulling the top of my dress down to free my breasts. He dipped his head down to take my nipple in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it while he continued to thrust into me.
"Ahhh, I love it," I gasped. "I love it."
Sounds I didn't know I could make started coming out of me as the stimulation to my tits and pussy became too much. My body was twitching and I started thrusting my hips against his as I got closer and closer to my peak. I could tell this was going to be beyond any orgasm I'd had yet.
"Yeah that's it, fuck me back. God, I'm gonna cum. Can I cum in you?" he asked.
I knew he shouldn't, but I really wanted him to. I pretended to think about it. "Hmm...if you tell me you love me first," I decided.
"I love you, I love you, I...Oh God, I'm cumming," he said, thrusting deep inside me and flooding my pussy with a giant spurt of his cum.
My body locked up and I came hard, clutching and creaming all over his cock as it continued to pump his load into me. I screamed so much and so loud I was thankful for the noisy party upstairs or surely everyone would have come running to see just what on Earth was happening to me and would have found my skirt around my waist and my legs in the air as Parker lay between them pumping me to orgasmic bliss.
I grabbed his ass and arched myself against him again and again as he grinded his cock into me, emptying the last of his cum and groaning in satisfaction. When we finally went still little aftershocks shot through my pussy. Parker gently pressed his forehead against mine and we lay there for a moment as our bodies calmed down. Then he pulled out of me.
I climbed down from the pool table and we both dressed and smoothed our hair so we wouldn't look like we'd been doing anything when we went upstairs.
"I can't believe we did that," I said.
"I can't believe how good it was," he said, with a sappy grin.
"Me neither," I agreed.
He pulled me into his arms and hugged me tight. I smiled. I loved his hugs.
"My favorite sister," he sighed into my hair. "You know...you should probably run."
"Why?" I asked, even though I knew why.
"Because I'm gonna kiss you."
I giggled, then I looked up at him with a small smile, standing my ground. "Go right ahead."
Instead of kissing me all over my face, or just kissing me on my cheek, he leaned down and gently kissed me on the lips. That was the moment that I knew he wasn't just my brother. He was so much more. And I was okay with that. As long as nobody else ever found out, we could enjoy each other as much as we wanted.
We both went upstairs and spent the rest of the night with our guests. Then we got everyone out of the house before our siblings got home. I went to bed that night replaying in my mind everything that we had done and planning on when we would do it again. And again. And again.
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