Gender: Male Age: 42 Location: in my pants
Before I get too far along into this story of what just happened a couple of weeks ago between me and my younger brother, Scott, I guess I should start with a little info. about myself.
I've never written ANYTHING like this before, much less EXPERIENCED it, but I find that every time I think of it, my pussy gets so wet I can't stand it; so I thought it might be fun to write it down for posterity.
First of all, my name is Shelby. I am 20 years old, a college sophomore, studying Library Science at Duke University.
I have been complimented on my good looks my whole life . . . and while it IS flattering to know that I'm "above average" in the looks department, it can also be embarrassing and just plain "weird" to receive such constant praise -- especially when it is accompanied by a lecherous stare.
Anyway, since I'm sure you're wondering: I am 5 foot 3 inches tall, petite at 105 lbs, with blue eyes, and a natural redhead . . . (and yes, boys, the carpet matches the curtains) . . . though I do keep my patch trimmed closely above my mound in a neat triangle and shave my pussy altogether.
(Man. It excites me just to WRITE about myself like this)!
Anyway, I have a nice round bubble butt, and I was blessed with just the right amount of junk in my trunk to give my booty a real "kick". . . and I guess I'd say it's my favorite body feature, because it always looks so good in my size 0 jeans. My breasts are a proportionately full 34 B, and basically, I'm pretty happy with my body all in all.
I guess you might say that I am indeed "a hot little redhead."
. . . (And I've been fed that whole cliche about readheads being the most "wild in the sack," or whatever) -- but I never really bought it until a couple of weekends ago, when I actually ended up fucking my OWN 16 year old brother!
(God! It sounds so depraved to actually write it down like that)! -- But even as I write this, my pussy is getting hot just thinking about it.
To go back a little . . . (well, WAY back) . . . when Scott was born, my 4 year old brain thought that he was brought into this world SPECIFICALLY for me to play with. He was like my own "livng doll." And my nurturing instincts kicked-in bigtime -- forming a bond between us that is unique among siblings.
. . . (We even had a secret language as kids -- so our parents tell us -- but I really don't remember).
I already had two older brothers before Scott was born -- but, well . . . they were just "older brothers," and when they weren't quarrelling with each other or doing other boy things, they only succeeded in tormenting me to tears . . . if they paid any attention to me at all.
So, Scott was "mine" so to speak, and as we have grown up together, he has become my No. 1 Fan and best friend. (I almost feel guilty for taking his innocence now, after writing that) -- but that's just our mother's prudish upbringing speaking from somewhere deep within my psyche, I'm sure.
Don't get me wrong -- our parents are great -- albeit staunchly conservative, religious and strict. And as a result of this ubringing, with church every Sunday, and the repression of "you can't do this" and "you can't do that," I think my moral rebellion was thusly cultivated.
There was one instance early in my childhood that I remember specifically -- of being yanked up out of the bathtub and spanked on my bare ass for touching my brother's penis as we bathed together. (I was only 6 and my brother was 2) . . . and it was all really innocuous enough -- I was just curious, that's all. But once it was presented as a really, really BAD thing to do, and the baths with my little brother ended abruptly, I found myself resenting my mother and wondering just "why" it was so bad anyway.
I mean, I didn't just immediately start having incestuous fantasies about my brother or anything like that, but the "forbidden fruit" had been presented and then taken away with a humiliating spanking in front of my brother on my naked ass.
And, anyway, it has only been just recently that I really started having profound sexual fantasies about my brother . . . ("And what girl wouldn't?!") . . . I mean, my baby brother has developed into an absolute ADONIS of a young man over the past couple of years, with blonde hair and blue eyes that are sure to be melting the hearts of all the high school girls around him.
I don't know why, but it makes me jealous to think of one of those girls roping-him-in, or (much less) having sex with him! -- He's my baby brother!
Not too many years ago, when I was about Scott's age . . . (or 15, actually) . . . I was shocked to find little devil making out with a little girl from up the street! (HELL, he was only 11, and she was just 10)!
And I'll never forget catching the two of them lieing on his bedroom floor, with that little fourth-grade trollop on TOP of him, as they kissed far-too-passionately for their ages. (They were fully clothed, mind you, but STILL)!
. . . [So I told on him].
And I kind of regretted it afterwards, for all the embarrassment he had to suffer from our mother, when all he was really doing was just kissing.
That was the first time, however, that I ever had to confront the inevitability of my little brother becoming a sexual human being, and my mothering instincts just wanted to keep him as the innocent little doll that he had always been to me.
But at the same time, as twisted as it may sound, I guess that incident is what really initiated my first sexual fantasies about Scott in any way, because it really kind of tweaked my curiousity, with my own pubescent hormones coursing through my body, to think about him making out with that little girl.
I myself had discovered the thrill of masturbation by then from one of my more "informed" girlfriends, and after witnessing Scott's makeout session with the girl from up the street, I found myself wondering as I rubbed my virgin pussy at night, "Just what DID Scott's penis look like these days?"
"Could he get a hard on?" "Was it PINK like my own flowering genitalia?" "Was he jacking off already?" "Could he squirt cum?" -- And I often wondered if maybe he thought about ME while he was doing it!
I even pictured him standing next to my bed, with his pants and underwear around his ankles, jacking off his little penis, as I rubbed myself to my own climax.
"If he COULD cum, maybe he would accidentally squirt it on my tummy." "Or maybe even between my little titties!" -- "What if it hit me in my MOUTH?!" . . . "Would I lick it off my lips?" -- And I wondered, "What did cum TASTE like anyway?"
I would work myself up into such a fervor sometimes that I would just have to flip the light on and watch myself in the mirror -- (which wasn't easy to do) -- because I had to balance my ass on the tall footboard of my bed and brace my feet against the edge of my dresser that had the mirror attached to it.
But this definitely provided the best view! A FULL VIEW of my starkly pale and naked body displayed in a VERY compromising position. (I would have been in some serious trouble, if my mother had ever walked in on me). My puffy aereolas looking swollen and raw in their natural pink color against the whiteness of my budding breasts, and my pussy red, red, RED -- and wet -- as I frigged my pouting little clam absolutely to death!
I don't know if it was the force of my legs pushing against the dresser or what, but it was also around this time, during one of my many masturbatory sessions, that I discovered I was a squirter.
It wasn't until after I lost my virginity that I came to know that squirting is kind of a unique phenomenon among the "elite few," and at that time I just thought that it was something girls did quite naturally when they climaxed. I had heard the girl's room conversations about boys "cumming" from their peeholes, and I just assumed that I was cumming too.
Well, I was cumming alright! And I loved to watch myself, as my mouth hung agape, and my clear "girl cum" squirted from my pink flower in short, rapid bursts -- spotting the carpet in my bedroom, and sometimes even hitting the drawers of my white dresser.
Well, I ended-up sucking my first cock at the age of 16 . . . belonging to a 20 year old college boy that my mom [astonishingly] "allowed me to date" . . . a friend of the family's son -- (so it all seemed innocent enough on the surface). "What a nice boy," I can still hear my grandmother saying.
And he was a "nice boy." TOO NICE, if the truth be known . . . to the extent that we never went all the way, and we broke up after only four months. I think he looked at me afterwards as some kind of rampant slut for sucking-him-off at the drive-in. (But he sure seemed to enjoy it at the time, the bastard)!
I actually didn't lose my virginity until I entered college. (Much easier to do, once I was free from the clutches of my mother). And since that time, I think I've done just about everything under the sun that a girl can do with a guy . . . (aside from maybe a threesome) . . . which I'm still not sure about. "Intrigued" maybe, but definitely not sure.
I've even taken it in the ass a couple of times. And I'm actually turned on by that. I mean, I'm not saying I would like it that way EXCLUSIVELY . . . (and I have to be really, REALLY aroused to even attempt it) . . . but I can't think of anything that makes me feel any dirtier than to have a cock up my ass.
Of course, nothing beats a good-ol'-fashioned pussy pounding, with my legs up in the air or wrapped around some guy's tight buns, as his balls slap against my shaved pussy lips and ass.
. . . [But I digress]. This story is supposed to be about my recent incestuous encounter with my brother Scott.
(Damn, I'm just gonna' have to stop using the word "incest"). It makes me feel so WEIRD!
Anyway, when I left for college a couple of years ago, Scott was only 14, and he was absolutely heart-broken that I was leaving him behind as "the last bird in the nest" -- leaving him to trudge through his high school years all alone with our parents. And I really hated to leave him behind too. (He and I really ARE that close).
I've had many phone conversations with him since, where he has obviously been choking-back tears as he tells me how much he misses me. He is just so sweet and sensitive that way.
[I'm serious: Any girl that gets him had better be nice to him]!
But Scott insists that he could give a rip about anything "serious" with a girl right now, and he thinks that high school relationships are "just plain stupid," in his words, and he just can't wait to move-on to college. (Which he will, I assure you) -- because on top of being really cute, he's really smart too, and he's obviously WAY mature for his age, judging by his take on girls and relationships right now.
Oh . . . he just had a "prom date" and all of that about a month ago. And I even drove home to see him all "duded-out" in his tux . . . (AND to check out his prom date of course, who, I must say, was just freakin' gorgeous!) . . . and I even let him borrow my Mustang to drive her to the prom in style.
He was definitely looking like the "mack daddy" in his tailored black tux, with his dark-haired/dark-eyed beauty of a prom date wearing an absolutely stunning red dress. The thought even flashed through my mind that if those two WEREN'T having sex, then they needed to, because they just looked so beautiful together!
His date's name was "Matisse." "Can you believe that?!" -- (I wish I had a cool name like that). But anyway, I'm telling you she could be a MODEL. I'm serious. She even had to wear flat shoes with her prom dress so she wouldn't be taller than my brother at 5 foot 10 . . . and like I said, she's just simply GORGEOUS, "what more can I say?"
I was definitely jealous . . . (and found myself almost wishing I was her) . . . with her olive complexion, and her heighth, her flashing dark eyes, and just everything about her that is so opposite from ME.
She didn't have very large breasts though -- (probably struggling to even fill an A cup) -- and I was shocked by my fleeting thought that: "I could show my brother some REAL tits!"
(Damn. My pussy is getting wet, just re-living the moment when I DID present my pink titties to Scott). I can still see the look in his eyes when he first saw them, with him actually exclaiming, "They're so PINK!"
. . . [But I'm getting ahead of myself again] -- I may just have to stop and go fuck myself on the bed for a minute. I'm horrible.
"So where was I?" -- The Prom Date -- (right).
So my brother, the little shit, didn't come back with my car until after 3 o'clock in the morning, and I just knew for sure that my car would be smelling like sex the next day.
And, believe me, I even sniffed all around the thing the next morning, while Scott was still sleeping in, but I never detected any hint of pussy or found any conspicuous signs on the upholstery. (Just the smell of Scott's cologne on my headrest, and Matisse's perfume lingering about). I even felt-around under the seats, almost hoping that I would find a spent condom or something, but no.
-- "And just WHY was I suddenly wanting my brother to have sex so badly anyway?" --
Maybe because he's just a freakin' STUD BOY(!) . . . AND he's way too smart and good-lookin' (and too damn mature for his own good) NOT to be bangin' some equally sexy young hottie!
. . . (like myself).
And I guess that's where my sexual thoughts really started spiralling into depravity surrounding my brother.
As I drove back to college that day, I couldn't help but picture him fucking Matisse in my car . . . or maybe even ON my car! -- "(Maybe THAT was it!)" -- And I even glanced out my windshield to see if there were any dents in my hood, but again no.
It was driving me crazy. "Surely they fucked!" . . . "Maybe the perfume and cologne were just masking the smell of their sex."
-- (And, oooh, the smell of his cologne on my headrest):
I imagined Scott lifting Matisse's red dress slowly over her head in the moonlight -- her lithe body standing before his tuxedoed self in front of my car, waiting anxiously in a pair of silk panties or something, just wanting him to take them off.
(I imagined that I was Matisse)! And I couldn't help but put a hand down my panties as I drove. My pussy -- hot, wet, and pouting as usual.
"Did Matisse have a bush?" -- "I bet she did." A dark raven bush, so different from my own, virginal and pure, just glistening in the moonlight with the dew of her excitement. And I pictured Scott fingering her, grabbing her entire wet crotch and dark pubic patch with the palm of his hand, and French-kissing her madly.
(I hadn't even gotten him visually undressed in my mind yet, and I was already thinking about his teenage cock):
"Just how freakin' nasty AM I anyway?!" I thought. "But, oh, I bet he did have a pretty cock!" "I bet it, too, was pink, just like my own flaming love tunnel."
"I'm SURE he must jack off now," I thought. And I wondered again if he ever thought about ME. "He's as natural blonde as I am a natural redhead." "I wonder what it looks like?" -- and "DO blondes have more fun?!" I pondered.
. . . And then I thought, "What would it look like for my own brother's dick to be going in and out of ME?!"
I came right in my hand as I drove along the interstate -- my sudden orgasm making little "squish, squish, squish" sounds as it jetted between my fingers and into the hollow of my panties. (I wouldn't be surprised if I was drooling).
"Get a grip on yourself!" I must have said aloud, because I suddenly realized that I was creeping-along the interstate at like 45 MPH!
. . . (But, in all honesty, I really didn't WANT to get a grip on myself, because my dirty thoughts about my brother had just givien me one of my best spontaneous orgasms ever)!
I really am pitiful.
But anyway, I just HAD to know if Scott had fucked that girl! I don't know why, but it really became an obsession of mine.
In bed at night, I would finger myself silently, as my roommate slept just feet away from me, picturing Scott in all kinds of lascivious acts with Matisse. And always, before my fantasy would end with me cumming forcefully in my hand, I would take her place.
My roommate even commented on how "tidy" I was keeping my bed these days, but I only made it to conceal the perpetual wet spot that I was sleeping in. And I relished in the fantasy of maybe having my brother "help" me make that wet spot, with us sleeping in it together afterwards.
I was out of control. And I HAD to know. So I invited Scott up for a visit a couple of weekends ago.
Now that he has his driver's license, it only took a little coersion on my part with our mother to convince her to let him borrow the damn Beamer, with the pretense that "it's not too soon for him to be checking-out college."
Of course, Scott was all for it! A chance to get away from our domineering mother and visit his bestest friend in the whole wide world -- ME! . . . And also a chance for him to get a taste of the college life as "Big Man on Campus."
(And, believe me, when he arrived, ALL the girls were swooning and gooing over him)!
Now, Scott and I have always been close, like I said. And we have shared just about everything with each other . . . (everything, that is, except for any conversation about sex). But I was pretty sure I could lead him into the topic, because he always opens-up to me when I initiate our conversations.
So anyway, after Scott settled his things in my dorm room . . . [being privileged as a "minor," and my brother, to stay in a girls' dorm] . . . and with my roommate visiting her parents that weekend, we went out for pizza at this place that is a hub for college students on the edge of campus.
We walked there together, and it was just so SWEET when Scott took my hand as we walked. He was just so genuinely happy to see me, he was beside himself. (He's so cute).
At the pizza joint, I definitely took notice of how all the little sorority girls were eyeing him, and whispering and giggling, and just basically showing their "approval" of this young hottie who had just walked up into their scene, in his dark blue jeans and white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled-up.
He could have been a Calvin Klein model for sure, with his tossled blonde hair falling over his brow, and his heavenly blue eyes sending shivers down to the very CLITS of those girls! . . . His butt looked pretty damn cute, too, in those jeans -- and I caught myself thinking: "That's IT! -- A Calvin Klein UNDERWEAR model!"
(Damn. I was ALREADY getting horny).
. . . Now, I haven't been out with anything BUT good-lookin' guys, but I've got to say that Scott's got 'em ALL beat! And so I didn't bother mentioning to anyone that he was my baby brother and just let all the girls THINK that I was the "lucky girl."
Well, Scott was simply clueless to all the giggles and whisperings going on behind his back. He was instead focused on me, and I was finding it to be a huge turn on, as he looked attentively into my eyes with his baby blues, asking me all about my life:
"How was school going?" -- Fine. "What was I reading these days?" -- Some boring Old English Literature that isn't even worth a synopsis, much less a casual conversation. And "Did I have a boyfriend?" -- Well, no.
Scott looked at me with disbelief on the boyfriend question, and I knew it was my opportunity to ask him about Matisse . . . (and was it my imagination, or did I see him steal a glance at my tits)?
"So, what about Matisse?" I asked.
"What about her?" Scott replied.
"Well, she's just so freakin' gorgeous," I said, "Are you still going out with her?"
Scott just smiled wryly like he does and answered, "We never WERE 'going out.'"
"Yeah?" I said, truly surprised. "You just looked so perfect together, I guess I just assumed that you two were an item?"
"Nah . . . " Scott said nonchalantly, drawing out the "nah," and waving it off with his hand.
"Well, did you at least KISS her?!" I asked.
"Well of course I kissed her!" Scott said incredulously. (Though I did noticed him blushing a bit).
"A-and . . . ?" I tried to lead him out.
"And what," he said blankly. [This was going nowhere].
". . . A-and, so-O-o . . ." "Just why did you have my car out so late that night?" I put him to the point.
"OH, Mommy!" Scott answered mockingly (turning the heads of the girls behind him), as he assumed that I was hinting at some unspoken curfew. But of course, that's not AT ALL what I was hinting at.
"Oh, hell, Scott," I gave up in exasperation, "Did you have sex with her or what?!" "You can tell me if you did -- I'm just curious, that's all." (The sorority girls were seriously perking their ears at that point).
"Shelby!" Scott exclaimed, his face turning ten shades of red, as he was officially at a loss for words. (And I could SWEAR I saw him nervously glance at my tits again) -- my nipples hardening under my tank top in anticipation of his answer.
I just raised my eyebrows in question, knowing that this always gets to him, because it's as if I'm saying, "I DARE YOU to answer."
. . . And finally, Scott did answer, with, "Well, no, we didn't have SEX." But then (blushing again) he added, "but we did get into some heavy petting."
"Oh, DO tell!" I said eagerly.
[What Scott said next really surprised the hell out of me, yet thrilled me at the same time]:
"Damn, Shelby," he said, "you really ARE the voyeuristic little slut, aren't you?"
He had NEVER said anything dirty like that to me! -- But I was strangely liking it, and I could feel my pussy heating up.
"Scott!" I said, feigning astonishment. "Such language!" I scolded him. "And about your OWN SISTER too!"
He merely smiled that wry smile again and raised an eyebrow of his own.
"I'll have you know that I am NOT a voyeur," I defended . . . "Though I AM impressed by your use of the word," I teased.
"Well, I'm not going to tell you just WHAT we did," Scott said, "but we didn't have SEX."
I was so caught-up in my own curiosity at this point that I blurted out, "Why not?!"
"Why not?!" Scott echoed . . . "Because I didn't want to, that's why not" . . . "Why is it so fucking important anyway?" he said. "Afraid I might have messed-up your Mustang or something?!"
[Oh God. He went there].
Clearly, he AT LEAST knew enough about the dynamics of sex to know that it could lead to the "messing-up" of my Mustang. And even this vague reference to the fact that he knew what cumming was all about had my loins in a serious stir, and I could feel my pussy getting wetter by the second.
"Oh, I trust you," I tried to dismiss the whole thing. But then found myself adding, "I wouldn't have minded if you did."
With that, Scott shifted noticeably in his chair, his left hand under the table. "(Was he 'adjusting' himself)?" And he leaned forward, as if he hadn't heard me properly, saying, "Real-ly?"
(For some reason, I didn't know quite how to respond). I was going down a slippery slope now.
We had already wolfed-down all of our pizza anyway, so I thought it was as good a time as ever to suggest that we get out of there and head back to my room to watch movies. So we did.
On our way back to my dorm, Scott was holding my hand again -- only this time, he was holding it a bit tighter, and I could feel that his hands were clammy with nervousness. I could tell that he was still mulling-over our conversation and that something was definitely on his mind.
Finally, he asked me very seriously, "If I tell you something, will you promise not to laugh?"
"Well, of course, " I said, "Silly."
"No, I MEAN it," he insisted.
"Well, sure . . . I prom-ise," I said, slowing our pace, because he was practically walking at a trot.
(He was obviously mustering-up the courage to tell me whatever it was that was on his mind).
Then finally he said sheepishly, "I'm still a virgin."
"Oh, baby -- is THAT all?" I reassured him. "That's nothing to be embarrassed about!"
-- [And this was my chance to re-engage him in our conversation about sex]: "You THINK about sex, don't you?" I asked. (Knowing of course that all teenage boys -- AND teenage girls, for that matter -- do).
"Well sure I THINK about it," Scott answered truthfully. "It's just that the girls my age are all so flighty and immature and stupid," he said. "And none of them are even HALF as cool as you."
-- "(Was I hearing this correctly?)!" -- "Was my own baby brother wishing for a girl like ME?". . . "And how on earth was I going to respond?"
I instinctively just wanted to pull him to me and plant a passionate kiss on his mouth, after the compliment he had just given me, but I thought better of it. We were almost to my dorm, so I just let it slide for the time being, and we walked the rest of the way in silence.
Once we made it in my room, we were both more relaxed. (We had shared something) -- "an intimate moment" -- and I could tell that Scott was feeling more at ease with me, after revealing his "deep, dark secret."
Still, I had burning questions for him that no sister should be asking her brother, like: "How often do you jerk off?" And "What do you think about when you do it?" And "Do you ever think about ME?!"
I was getting worked-up again, with perverted thoughts of my brother racing through my head -- and HE was sitting right there on my roommate's bed!
[I opted for a different approach, just to test his resolve]:
"I need to change into something more comfortable," I announced. "Would you mind turning your back for a minute?" I asked.
It was so cute how he blushed again. And then he said, "O.K." as he turned sideways on my roommate's bed to face the wall.
I went over to my closet and pulled out my grey jersey-knit shorts that I often sleep in, along with a white athletic top (kinda' like a sportsbra) that I wear to the gym.
As I shucked my jeans to the floor (with a purposefully exaggerated rattling of my belt) and took off my tanktop -- standing in only my matching pink bra and panties -- I surreptitiously looked into the reflection of a picture frame on my desk . . . And sure enough! . . . much to my naughty delight, Scott was peeking at me over his shoulder, as I stood with my back to him.
. . . [God! This turns me on]! . . . Just one more item to go, as I slipped out of my lacy bra . . .
But instead of putting on my other top immediately (like I would normally do), I bent over slowly to pull my shorts up first. I can only imagine the VIEW that I must have been giving Scott -- with my plump pussy bulging through the fabric of my panties from behind, as well as the naked silhouette of my left breast as I bent over.
I didn't linger TOO long though, so as not to raise his suspicion of me possibly being a blatant exhibitionist. And then I quickly pulled-on my athletic top and turned around . . . (just in time to see Scott's head whiplashing back towards the wall).
"O.K.!" I said, "I'm done!" -- "You can turn around now."
And when he did, Scott looked like a little boy who had just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. His face was flush from seeing me in my sexy pink panties, and I could tell that he was sweating bullets from almost being caught oggling his sister's ass.
"How 'bout you?" I asked. "Wanna' change into some sweats or something?"
"No. I'm alright," he answered quickly, grabbing a square throw pillow from the bed and pretending to "hug" it in his lap.
It was THEN that I knew for sure that I had given my little brother a boner, and I just thrilled at the thought of it. My pussy was definitely hot, and I just knew that, at any minute, my wetness was going to start seeping through the light grey material of my shorts.
I walked over by the door and turned off the overhead light, turning on the little lamp on the nightstand between the two beds to provide some more appropriate "movie lighting," and then I went and put in this older movie titled "White Palace" that I had rented.
The movie is about this ivy-league college boy who is jaded by his shallow, materialistic friends, and who ends up striking-up an affair with this older woman who works as a waitress at a burger joint.
(I had seen the movie before -- which is exactly why I rented it -- knowing that there were some pretty racy sex scenes in it).
I was determined to "arouse" my brother one way or another.
As we got into the movie, Scott relaxed again and settled-back on my roommate's bed, allowing the pillow in his lap to fall lazily to the floor.
[It wasn't long, though, before the first hot-n'-heavy sex scene rolled around]:
I was of course more interested in watching Scott's reaction to it, than I was in watching the hot scene itself. And his big blue eyes were indeed glued to the screen, as Susan Sarandon's lovely breasts danced before Jame's Spader's face, as she rode him on top. (Scott was oblivious to me watching him) -- and I could clearly see a nice erection growing in his jeans. It was BIG, too!
As the scene finally drew to a passionate close, I simply remarked casually like one of the boys, "She sure has some nice tits, eh?"
. . . (And my brother, in his trance, was slow to digest what I had said) . . .
"Huh?" he said absentmindedly . . . "Oh." -- "Uh . . . WHAT?!" he finally chimed. (The full impact of my statement finally dawning on him) . . . And then he noticed his pre-DICK-ament, as he reached toward his lap, half-expecting the pillow to be there.
The look on his face was one of sheer panic. He realized that I had been talking to him, so I MUST have been looking at him too -- and there HE was with a raging hard-on in front of his own sister!
He tried to play-it-off by looking directly into my eyes . . . as if trying to lock my gaze with his . . . just ANYWHERE but his bulging crotch! The desparation in his eyes was just too funny, and I couldn't help but start giggling.
"What?!" -- "WHAT?!" he stammered.
"Well . . . I can SEE that you think she has nice tits," I said, trying to repress my laughter, and glancing quickly at his crotch.
"WHAT?!" he said frantically again. "What are you talking about, you idiot?!" (He was failing miserably at trying to play-it-off).
"OH . . . YOU know . . . " I said teasingly . . . "By that THING in your pants there." And I glanced once again at his crotch with a bit more of a lingering look.
"WHAAHT?!" Scott creaked-out horsely. He was busted! -- "Oh my GOD, Shelby!" he exclaimed.
"Oh, don't worry about it, baby bro'," I said nonchalantly, "It's perfectly NA-TUR-AL." . . . "Besides, I was really beginning to wonder if you were 'asexual' or something." -- "Guess you solved THAT question!"
And with that, Scott fully understood that I had been spying on his boner, as he rather comically grabbed the pillow from the floor to conceal what had already been seen.
Man, I was just dieing laughing from his antics, and I really felt kinda' bad that I couldn't stop myself from laughing, but for some reason it only provoked me to become more aggressive with my teasing.
"Scottie's got a hard-on, Scottie's got a hard-on!" I sing-songed my way over to his bed.
"Get the fuck AWAY from me!" he said sharply . . . but the embarrassed grin that was spreading across his blushing face belied any real anger toward me . . . until, finally, he was laughing sheepishly too.
"What's under that pil-low, any-way?" I asked demurely. (And again, we both burst out laughing, as Scott was really blushing fiercely now).
"So, do you jerk that thing off, or what?!" I asked bluntly. Only this time I was serious, and my abrupt shift in tone caught Scott completely off guard.
He was still laughing, and kind of unwittingly answered, "Of course I do," as he thought he was still just playing-along with the joke.
. . . "Well . . . " I said . . . "Mind if I watch you do it?" . . .
[That's when the light really went on in Scott's head]: "WHAA-AHT?!" he exclaimed, hardly believing what he was hearing.
"Oh, come on," I said, with increasing control over the situation, as my little nipples were decidedly poking through the fabric of my white athletic top. "I'll show you MI-ine, if you show me YO-ours" I then suggested girlishly.
(I could hardly believe, myself, that I was actually going through with this) -- but I was now horny beyond rational thought.
Scott was in utter shock.
"Shelby!" -- "Are you HIGH?!" he asked, looking for some logical explanation. He was nervous as a damn cat, and he looked just simply paralyzed on that bed, staring up at me wide-eyed the whole time, the pillow on his lap with his hands on top of it, as he braced for what I might say next.
I don't know why his big blue, innocent and frightened eyes were turning me on so, but they were.
"Look, Scottie boy -- it's like this," I said, as I swung onto the bed with him, brushing his hands out of the way as I did so, and coming to straddle his little pillow, "I'm HORNY."
I swear I could feel Scott's taut erection, even through the thickness of the throw pillow, and my breasts were absolutely ACHING to have his mouth suck on them right then!
Scott was bracing himself with his arms by his side, not knowing WHAT to do, and he was so tense that it seemed he was trying to push himself through the mattress to hide under the bed from me. (I could see his heart pounding through his shirt).
My nipples were as hard as I can ever remember them being, and I didn't need to look down to know what they must have looked like. Each ONE of my freakin' boobs felt hard! -- And I mean the ENTIRETY of each one! . . . And I could tell that even my aereolas were straining through the fabric of my workout gear.
It seemed like we were frozen in that moment forever -- the word "HORNY" still ringing in our ears. I could feel the wetness of my hot crotch seeping through my panties. And Scott's eyes kept darting from my swollen breasts to my eyes. From my breasts to my eyes. And back again.
Though he made a valiant effort to try and maintain eye-contact, he finally just gave up and shut his eyes altogether. He was actually trembling!
[And there was clearly no better time than the present]:
I immediately grabbed the underside of my athletic top and stripped it right off over my shoulders and over my head, tossing it across the room. The movement of my body forced my center of gravity down harder onto Scott, and I just KNOW he knew what I was doing -- even as he tried to squeeze his eyes shut tighter.
. . . And at first, I just sat there for a moment with goosebumps popping-up all over my pale naked skin, looking at Scott's sweet innocent face and just absorbing ALL of him.
I looked down at my boobs too, and they were just as I thought --swollen beyond belief! My nipples looked like red hot ingots waiting to be dipped in water, and my puffy aereolas were such a seething color of pink that they looked like the teets of some animal.
As I looked further down my body, looking to see how I was straddling Scott's hips, I saw that my jersey shorts were succumbing to my wetness down there, and that all my "stuff" was crudely riding up in my pussy, producing a pronounced camel toe that exaggerated my bulging twat in an exact replica.
(My shorts couldn't have been clinging to my pussy any tighter if I had jumped in a swimming pool). And I just couldn't take it any more:
I grabbed Scott's hands and put them on my hips . . . yet STILL he kept his eyes closed! He was squinching his eyes so tightly that he was squeezing out tears from the sides of them. "(Or maybe he was really crying)?!" -- "Oh God! What was I doing?!"
[My heart leapt out to him]:
"Scott, LOOK AT ME," I heard my mouth saying.
And after a long pregnant pause, Scott ever-so-slowly and tentatively started to open his eyes. (And to my thrill, the wider they got, the more of a smile started to spread across his face).
This was just TOO HOT, and I knew now, by my brother's reaction, that he was going to be most-receptive to what I was about to lay on him.
He damn near scared the HELL out of me, though, when at a certain point his eyes suddenly popped wide-open, and he literally yelled, "THEY'RE SO PINK!" . . . (referring to my tits of course), but "DAMN!"
I know I jolted from his sudden outburst, and the next thing I knew, his hands had escaped from my own, and he was holding me with both hands around my bare waist. The spontaneous lust that was filling his eyes was almost frightening, and I was indeed becoming the nervous one now.
. . . However, the palpable tension in the room was finally relieved when Scott then arched forward and took my left nipple into his wet mouth.
"MMMM-MMMM," we both exclaimed at the point of contact. And I swear my pussy flowed-out at the very first touch of his lips, my body quivering with dirty pleasure of it all, and I was lost . . . I was GONE!
Scott then turned into a wild animal and was simply devouring my pale breasts with some hard sucking on my perky tits. His saliva on my breasts only magnified my raw nakedness, as he slurped away at my peaks, occasionally sucking as much as he could possibly get of me into his eager young mouth -- my normally "quarter-sized" aereolas swelling to the size of half dollars.
The whole scene was just so "DIRTY" that I was totally getting-off on the mere idea of it. It was as if I was having an out-of-body experience and could see our bodies on the bed from another person's perspective, watching two naughty siblings engaged in the lewdest of acts.
(Taking it up the ass from some oversexed college boy pales in comparison to how nasty it felt to, first, "expose" myself to my own brother -- and then: to have him RAVISH my naked body?!).
Scott's hands were now gripping my boobs, and his tongue was absolutely laving over my left breast and nipple, as he sucked away on my strawberry tit.
My hands had been clutching his blonde locks from the moment he raised up, and as I watched him sucking on my obscenely pink and swollen nipple, I could tell that he was now trying to sneak a peek at my flooded panties and wet shorts that were riding up, around, and IN my throbbing cunt.
. . . [And I HATE the word CUNT] -- but that's exactly what it was at that moment:
Burning a hole between my legs in its red fury and producing a hot flow of vaginal liquid that had a smell all its own -- as it rose up in the steamy heat between us and seemed to write the word "FORBIDDEN" on our brains.
I took my hands from Scott's head and made my way to the buttons on his shirt. Scott leaned into my breast even more, and as I started undoing his shirt, he let out a huge sigh that came out with a delicious "mmmmmmmmm" over my erect nipple.
You would have truly thought that Scott HAD had sex before, he was such a passionate lover. And he obviously wasn't in any hurry. (Nor was I for that matter). And we were both just obviously savoring every moment.
I slowly unbuttoned the first four buttons of his shirt . . . just enough to run my hands inside his shirt and feel his bare chest . . . as he continued to hum on my tit with soft moans of pleasure.
His chest wasn't "built" by any means, but it was firm and developing. (The fact that he was still kinda' slim only heightened my awarenesss that he was still very much a BOY, and this only turned me on that much more).
As I ran my hands up to his shoulders, Scott finally raised up from his sucking to look me right in the face. His gorgeous blue eyes were watering with tears that were drying in slow streams on his cheeks.
"Oh, my baby," I said concerned, "What's wrong?!"
But Scott only whispered to me, "Nothing." "Nothing in the whole WORLD is wrong."
He looked at me with pure love in his eyes, as he then placed his hands on both sides of my head and brought me to him for the most passionate kiss I have ever had!
It was apparent that he had at least had plenty of practice in the kissing department, thank god. (And I bet that Matisse was somewhere at that very moment eating her goddamned heart out)! It was a long, steamy, open-mouthed kiss, with our tongues slowly rolling aound one another. [But not TOO long] -- just slow and sultry I guess. And it was just PERFECT!
. . . (I can't stand it when a guy doesn't know when to get off my face and move on elsewhere) . . . But Scott kissed me JUST long enough, and then he leaned back slowly to look into my eyes again with the same love that was in them before.
I know I was biting my lip as I stared back deeply into his eyes with my own baby blues. My whole body felt hot and wet, and I was already sweating. My straight red hair felt heavy and stringy, and I could feel it sticking to the back of my neck and in ribbons curling around my collar bones.
. . . (And too, Scott had pretty much coated my entire chest with his spit, which only amplified my look and feel of wetness).
It seemed like we just stared at each other for the longest time . . . until eventually, that big smile of his started creeping across his face again . . . and we both just started giggling, thinking about how nasty it all was and what was about to come.
Scott let go of my hair and undid the last two buttons of his shirt himself, as I helped it off his shoulders (throwing it somewhere over near wherever my own top lay) and I got my first full view of his naked torso. Man, did he look hot!
He was breathing heavily, with his piercing blue eyes taking me in from under his messy blonde hair, and his face was just too cute. (And you wouldn't BELIEVE how it thrilled me to see that his own little dime-sized nipples were indeed PINK just like mine)! -- A natural blonde indeed!
I ran my hands over his angular shoulders, on down . . . coming to rest with the palms of my hands on his chest. At my touch, Scott jumped with pleasure and pulled me suddenly to him for a full-on embrace.
I clasped my arms around his back, and we just hugged each other for the longest time, feeling our bodies pressed together, with my wet boobs sliding minutely around on his bare chest at the urging of our slightest movements.
The thought of doing this with my own brother now was tweaking me so perversly, that when he finally kissed the side of my neck, a HUGE surge of electricity shot through my body, so powerful, words can not describe!
My pale thighs locked-down on Scott's hips like a Pit Bull, and he actually grunted from the sudden force of it, as my pussy uncontrollably started going "squish, squish, squish" with my first orgasm.
I was squirting in my already uselessly wet panties, and my cumming pussy was making an audible, yet muffled sound between us. And I know Scott was hearing it too -- (confirmed by him exclaiming, "Oh GOD, sis!").
I had NEVER squirted before without at least SOME stimulation of my clit first, and my dirty little orgasm took me as much by surprise as it did Scott. The aroma of my pussy was filling my tiny dorm room with its musky odor.
As soon as my orgasm and clutching of Scott subsided, he immediately leaned back away from me and looked down to see what I had just done down there. (And I looked too).
I swear it looked like I had seriously peed myself -- (even the pillow was wet now)! And the clinging material of my shorts left little to the imagination of what my pussy truly looked like at that moment in all its throbbing glory.
At the sight of it, Scott flopped back on the bed with urgency now to gain access to his belt as he started to undo it. I fell straight forward with him . . . (grabbing that ridiculous fucking pillow as I went and sending it sailing across the room) . . . catching myself above him on my outstretched arms.
Scott was beginning to work on his button-fly jeans with haste, when I rocked back on top of him and stopped his hands from moving.
He looked up at me as if to say, "WHY?!" . . . And I simply answered him by "shushing" him with my finger to slow down the pace for both of us.
Scott just sighed another huge sigh (as he had truly been forgetting to breathe), and then he looked me right in the eye and sighed, "I lo-ve you."
[OH, those WORDS]! -- How I love them. And coming from my baby brother's mouth, no truer words were ever spoken.
"I love you too, sweetie," I said, as I leaned down softly to kiss him on the lips, my breasts ever-so-lightly brushing against his chest.
As I raised back up from kissing him, I rocked back on my haunches, and my now sopping-wet pussy came down to rest on the bulge in his blue jeans. (I couldn't resist grinding into him).
You could hardly call it a "dry" hump, because I was so freakin' wet. And I could feel my pussy lips spreading to accomodate the ridge in his pants through the material of both our garments. Scott undoubtedly had a nice-sized cock, and I thrilled at the thought that I would soon, not only be "seeing" it, but maybe even having it "in" me as well!
[But it was SCOTT who then took control] -- As he forced himself up from his back using both his arms . . . (my own arms offering little resistance, as I looped them around his neck) . . . and in one deft move Scott flipped me over on my back where he had been on the bed. What a Romeo!
(He was now straddling ME)! -- And he leaned down to kiss me passionately once again. Our tongues danced with each other once more, as we both hummed into each other's mouths with pleasure. I even sucked on his tongue as I felt him beginning to break our hot kiss -- just to "plant" the idea in his head of what it would be like for me to be sucking something else!
Well, Scott's passion only escalated when I did that, as he kissed out of my mouth, kissing along my jawline to arrivie at my earlobe, where he sucked on it and stuck the tip of his tongue in my ear -- his hot breath and sublte moans sending chills throughout my body. He then kissed his way down my neck and collar bone, working his way to my puffy nipples, where he gave each of them one last kiss.
[I thought he was going to kiss his way all the way to my eagerly waiting pussy, but he didn't].
Instead, after giving my breasts their final suck, he raised back up and actually started walking backwards on his knees . . . (taking my shorts with him as he went)! . . . his cold belt buckle trailing along my inner leg.
All the way to my ankles he went, and then right off the bed!
He was now standing at the foot of the bed, shirtless, with his pants partially undone, just staring at me lieing there in my wet panties.
(I don't know why, but my immediate reaction was to clap my legs together and bend my knees up to obstruct his view). I even grabbed my shoulders with opposite hands to conceal my breasts. But there was really nothing I could do to hide my blatant nakedness.
And that's just IT -- I felt so utterly "NAKED!" -- (It was the naughtiest feeling ever)! Scott had already sucked my tits off and made me cum uncontrollably, and I wasn't even out of my panties yet! (My skin is as white as a ghost in the first place, and Scott could now see ALL of me laid out vulnerably before him).
[I didn't even CONSIDER my teasing act of clothes-changing earlier] -- And besides, my current position was something completely different altogether.
"You're so beautiful," Scott said simply. (Oh, he was melting me). "Don't be BASH-ful," he said.
Bashful. It's my new favorite word, after hearing Scott call me that. He made me feel like such a little girl with that statement . . . (his sister from youth reincarnate) . . . and, boy, was I being a DIRTY little girl(!) . . . "Playing with my OWN brother like that!" . . . teasing him and letting him suck on my pink little titties!
[It was TOO MUCH]!
Finally I blurted out: "You have to show me YOURS first."
. . . And Scott -- the little DEVIL -- just smirked and shrugged his shoulders, ripping his fly open like he had done it a hundred times before, and shucked his pants and underwear right down to the floor!
There he stood. Naked before me. (The dirty little boy).
And as he stood on one foot, trying to free the other one from his wadded-up pants leg, I could see his penis standing up proudly. (Whichever way he moved, his glistening erection pointed at a different point on the ceiling) . . . and, just as I had imagined, he had a wonderfully pink cock knob that was absolutely DRIPPING with precum.
His cock had to be a good 7 inches, and it was impressively thick.
There was no doubt left at all, as to his natural blondeness, as he finally escaped the trappings of his jeans to stand before me. His developing pubic hair was fine and short, and the soft hair on his balls was like transparent silk.
My hands had already moved with a mind of their own, down to my swollen breasts, as I found myself squirming on the bed, delighting in my brother "showing me his," and squeezing my smooth breasts with both my hands. (My knees were still locked together and bent for the moment). I shot my right hand down into my panties and tightly-closed crotch, feeling the sopping wet fabric of my panties riding between my bulging labia.
Scott was simply standing there like a statue with his arms at his sides, his mouth-watering boner ticking like a clock, as he leaned forward ever-so-slightly to watch me pleasure myself.
"Oh, just STROKE IT for me, Scott," I finally spoke, surprising myself with the quiet desparation in my voice.
Scott just tilted his head back, looking down his nose at where my hand had disappeared, and responded by saying, "show it to me."
(Just him calling it "IT" practically drove me over the edge)!
"Oh please," I said, "just stroke it for me first, and then I'll show you mine, I promise."
Well, Scott's glistening cock looked just marvelous when he took it in his right hand. (I knew how strong his hands were from feeling them cupping my breasts and clutching me moments ago to toss me on my back) -- so now, when I saw him wrap his fist around his manhood, I could almost imagine the WEIGHT of his gorgeous dick.
Slowly, Scott began to pull on the pink sheath of his prick, looking down at it and pulling the skin back and forth over its circumsized head. The mouth of his little pee hole was frothing with precum, and I licked my lips, just imagining what he must taste like.
Scott looked at me again with lust-filled eyes . . . and I, for my own part, rubbed my sensitive clit in perfect unison with his slow rhythm, as I squeezed my right breast with my other hand . . . occasionally presenting my brother with a hard squeeze of my tit, that had the effect of ballooning my nasty little aerola out like the throat of a frog.
We were watching each other masturbate slowly and erotically, and it was just the nastiest thing ever!
"Put your legs down," Scott said calmly. And this time I obeyed. (But only somewhat).
I still kept my knees together as I lowered my legs -- wanting to MAKE Scott have to ask for "IT" again. My hand was just a knuckled-impression moving inside my wet panties and still hiding my sex.
Scott continued to stroke his teenage cock slowly for another minute and then let go of it altogether to bend at his waist over the end of the bed, as he looped his thumbs through the sides of my panties and started pulling them down in slow-motion.
(Mmmm, I just loved the way he was taking charge, refusing to take "no" for answer, yet being so sensuous about it at the same time).
And "mmmmmmmm," I did say, as I felt my own brother stripping me down to nothingness, lifting my body up so he could slide my panties off my bubble butt -- my knees and legs STILL sealed together, building his anticipation even further!
As he peeled my panties down my thighs, the soaked fabric of the crotch was the last thing to let go, and I felt it coating the insides of my closed legs with my vaginal juice as it slid down.
Once he got past my knees, my panties were off my ankles and feet in an instant, and Scott was standing once again with them clutched in his hand. (The pink, wet, and wadded material looking like some miserable rag I had just used to wipe-up a spill).
It DID feel good to finally be rid of them, though, and I was now able to slide the entire length of my middle finger through my oh-so-wet slit. (I can't even tell you what it did to me when Scott then lifted my panties to his nose and inhaled deeply)!
For all practical purposes, he was huffing the aroma of my cum-soaked pussy! And then, to my utter astonishment, he bunched-up the crotch of them into a little peak and proceeded to SUCK on them!
I was practically writhing on the bed. "You DIRTY boy!" I told him, bending the tip of my finger toward my aching hole. (God how nasty)!
Scott removed my panties from his mouth and let them drop to the hard floor with a wet plop. He took his cock in his hand again and simply glared at me -- his eyes taking-in ALL of my naked self -- and as he began stroking himself absentmindedly again, he simply said, "WHO'S dirty?!"
(Man, this random dialogue was killing me)! -- And I rubbed myself even harder. I was aching to have Scott's mouth on my tits again, and my pussy was truly on fire.
"Now. SHOW IT TO ME," Scott said sternly, looking down at where my hand was secretly probing.
Before I even opened my creamy thighs, Scott was already starting to jerk himself with earnestness, just staring at my crotch, and this was all the encouragement I needed. I slowly parted my knees and put my feet flat-footed on the bed.
The cool air that hit my lower half felt fantastic, with the thick odor of my pussy filling the room again, and I knew that Scott was about to get a full-on view of my intensely red twat -- my middly finger buried up to the second joint in it, and my other fingers squeezing my wet puffy labia between them.
(This was by far the most immoral thing I had EVER done in my life)! -- not only "showing" my naked pussy to my little brother, but fingering myself as I did it!
"Oh GOD, Shelby!" Scott exclaimed in lustful delight. "I have never in my LIFE!" . . . And he began jerking-off with fury. "SHOW IT TO ME!" he yelled.
And so I did.
As I removed my finger from my slippery hole, I raised-up from my back so that I, too, could look at my throbbing cunt. My feet were still planted on the bed, but I let my knees fall open as wide as my pelvis would allow and used both my hands to spread the swollen outer lips of my vagina wide-open for both of us to see. My closely trimmed pubic hair and the general "redness" of my pussy looked like a fiery sunset on the snowy landscape of my pale body.
My inner lips were as pink as they could be, and my clit was so pronounced that it was simply "white" with excitement under its pink hood that I was exposing crudely.
(Scott's knees were hitting the end of the bed now, as he continued to jack-off, and the movement joggled me out of my trance to look up at him).
What a sight! -- My naked, teenaged, stud of a brother standing between my spread legs, staring directly at my pink wet center with his mouth open, as he jacked his equally wet and pink erection in my direction.
My pussy was literally "oozing" with excitement and forbidden pleasure, as my fragrant juices flowed out and trickled slowly into my asshole. I let go of my nasty little display and fell back on the bed, as I resumed sliding the length of my middle finger through my wet slot -- my irritated little clam closing around it with its swollen pink lips.
"Get up on the bed," I told Scott, as I scooched my body up the bed, gaining a wider stance with my feet in the process.
Scott immediately got on the end of the bed, on his knees once again, while jerking his cock the whole time. (He was jacking-off right between my legs now -- our wet genitalia just inches away from each other)!
I brought my knees toward my shoulders and began frigging myself with a tempo to match Scott's frantic pace -- my ripe pussy raising even higher toward his bright erection, as my feet danced in the air beside him. I was rubbing myself furiously now, as I felt my inner labia flaring open, and my fingers were making a very wet sound as I splashed around in my pussy.
Scott echoed my smacking cunt with his own abuse of his drooling wet cock.
"DO IT, Shelby!" Scott barked out. And that's all it took.
My whole body seized-up, and a jetting stream of my warm cunt juice came arching out of my contracting pussy with incredible force, hitting Scott directly on his jerking fist. He immediately erupted with his own powerful ejaculation, as his teeth nashed together and he groaned as if he'd been shot. I know I squealed like a little girl when his first splatter of cum hit the hollow of my neck, as I continued to squirt all around my hand in my own cumming orgasm.
I stuck out my tongue in haste and tilted my chin down with my mouth open.
Sure enough, the next spurt of hot white cum from Scott's pulsing cock came arching right at my mouth! (Talk about a money shot)! -- Most of his gooey seed landed right on the back of my tongue, while the ribbons that followed trailed over my open mouth.
As I instinctively swallowed and licked my lips, Scott grunted loudly, as more of his thick cum started hitting me on my chin and in my hair, in the hollows of my shoulders and on my roommate's pillow, dripping on my chest and pecking-out a trail along my smooth stomach to its source.
My own cumming pussy had completely flooded my legs and upturned ass, as well as Scott's thighs and pubic hair. I had cum in my bellybutton, the taste of it in my mouth, and my own filthy hole had created a puddle on the bed. I rubbed my hand through my smacking twat and spanked its sticky wetness.
Scott was utterly spent, though his dick remained hard in the afterglow of his tremendous spurting orgasm, as he gazed down in sheer awe of what just happened.
I lowered my feet back down on the bed, and I smeared his cum all over my white skin, rubbing it in like a lotion and massaging my nasty little titties with it that were so crudely pink and swollen.
After sufficiently polishing my pale body to a high gloss, I kicked my feet through Scott's open legs and hoisted myself down along the bed, using both my hands on his ass as leverage. His gleaming cock was still standing straight out from his body, and as I reached it I popped it in my mouth to suck it clean.
Scott grunted again, wincing from the intense sensation of it. "Mmmmmm . . . you dirty little SLUT, you!" Scott exclaimed.
(And there was really no denying it).
I was sucking-off my 16 year old brother and LOVING IT! . . . His dick was finally "in" me and, man, did it taste good! (Just knowing that it was a virgin cock, the smell of it, and the thought of his first dick-sucking coming from his OWN sister drove me wild)! And I slurped on his shiny knob with utter abandon.
He was apparently loving it too, because his youthful boner did not subside. And as he watched me bobbing up and down on his dick, while I made nasty wet sucking sounds and muffled grunts in my throat, he then reached around behind himself to find my waiting snatch.
My legs were hanging over the end of the low mattress, and my feet were planted on the cold floor, giving him perfect access to my flooded trench. His other hand just rested lightly on my bobbing head, as he plunged a finger into my contracting wet hole.
"Mmmmmm," we both exclaimed simultaneously once again, my mouth humming on his cock. And I had to come off of it to take a breath of air, as saliva roped from my lips to his flaring cock knob.
Scott was finger fucking me like crazy, his other fingers spanking my pussy in the process, and the sloppy wet sound it was making reconfirmed the fact that I was indeed "a dirty little slut."
Scott's legs were beginning to give out (as he HAD been either standing or on his knees for some time), so I slowly removed my mouth from his cock, with another long strand of saliva hanging on for dear life. I rubbed his wet erection all over my face and across my lips -- absolutely "in love" with it -- and then told him to lay on the bed.
I slid right on through his legs onto the floor, licking down the length of his shaft and sucking on his balls as I went. His hand that had been frantically splashing around in my pussy trailed up my slick stomach, all the way up my body, until I was able to suck my own juice off his fingers.
Scott turned around and lay on his back, stroking his wet member without provocation, his hand gliding along easily over his throbbing pink knob with the lubrication I had just given it.
I crawled up the foot of the bed, my pink cones for titties pointing animalistically downward, as I came to suck on his beautiful dick some more. Scott put his hands behind his head and simply allowed me to do whatever. (Having his hot young body displayed unabashedly before me now was really turning my crank)!
As I cupped his sweet innocent balls in my hand and began sucking on just the head of his penis, Scott let out a low moan of pleasure. I started sucking hard now, my mouth popping loudly off of the end of his wet knob wtih a distinct rhythm. His hips were jerking slightly, and I could tell that I was giving him a sensation that he had never known before. His sweet-smelling dick tasted fabulous, and precum was beginning to bubble out of it again.
"Fuck me," he said . . . "Please. Just fuck me, sis."
[Oh my god]. The mere thought of finally putting his penis in my vagina and taking my own brother's virginity was just too much. And the way he asked me to do it -- "(please, just fuck me)" -- sent a quiver through my pussy, and I could feel it dripping with anticipation.
This was going to be the wettest, hottest, nastiest fuck ever.
I gave one final draw off of his thick cock, taking him all the way to the hilt and sucking back slowly. I crawled up his body and planted a smothering wet kiss on his mouth. He was hesitant at first . . . (knowing that he was tasting his own dick) . . . but soon melted into the passion of our forbidden kiss.
I then kissed my way down to his chest and sucked on each of his pink little titties. Raising up from him, I then maneuvered myself above him in a squatting position, with my feet flat on the bed, while using his chest for support. My dripping wet pussy was now hovering just centimeters above my brother's free-standing cock, the heat of our genitalia reflecting onto each other.
Slowly, I took one hand and spread my lips open with two of my fingers. As I gradually lowered myself onto his rigid pole, he winced from the pleasure of it, with just the head of his penis sticking in my accomodating flower.
"Ohhhhh . . ." Scott moaned, as I continued to lower myself ever-so-slowly onto his delightfully thick cock. It was absolutely the perfect fit! -- (I'm so small in the first place that a cock any larger than his can sometimes be real "trick" to try and put inside me).
Finally, I glided-down with a long moan of my own, until every bit of my little brother was in me.
For a moment I just stayed in that position, feeling the heaviness and girth of his member inside of me, as my vaginal muscles contracted around it. Scott's head was thrown back in pure ecstasy as he continued to jerk and moan -- his mouth wide open.
I began moving up and down in long, slow strokes, coming up to hold the tip of his penis at the flaring mouth of my vagina again, and then lowering back down to the hilt. Our combined wetness was unbelievable, and I felt incredibly tight around him.
Scott's hands came down to grab my ass to offer me more support, allowing me the freedom to reach behind and fondle his scrotum. At my slightest touch, his dick would jerk inside me. I could feel the cool air on my asshole, as he spread my cheeks with his hands and started pumping me up and down on his slick cock.
I left myself in his hands and began rubbing my breasts with both hands. I was cupping and pulling and pinching my nasty little nipples, and Scott was obviously enjoying the show. "Ohhh, what are you DOing to me?!" he moaned.
I only answered by quickening the pace of my bouncing, as I let my hands roam to my hips to provide additional back-thrust. I peered down at our naughty union. (It was all I could do to keep from cumming right then, but I was determined to cum WITH him). My pussy was gliding along his cock with ease -- my inner labia dragging along his pink shaft as I went upward and plunging delightfully inward when I went back down. It felt like my entire vagina was sucking his wet dick.
"That's it. FUCK me," he said.
[My brother's dick -- the dick over which I was spanked in my youth for touching -- was now touching me in a place it was certainly never meant to go, and he was calling out "FUCK ME"]?!
My ass was slapping against him now, as I bounced straight up and down in my squatted position, my firm breasts jogging in rhythm. You would have thought we were twins from the look of his penis going in and out of my vagina. Pink on glistening pink. And my pussy was seriously talking about cumming, as Scott plunged into my filthy hole, my juices slobbering around his cock. The smell of our sex intoxicating.
"Oh GOD, Shelby!" he yelled in panic, "GET OFF. GET OFF QUICK!"
(I didn't have time to explain to him that I was on the pill) -- "Just DO IT!" I yelled back.
And do it he did. His hips bucking upwards, as he let go of my ass and impaled me on his spasming rod. "OOHHHH, FU-UUUCK!" he screamed, as his hot load started filling my womb. At that same moment, my sloshing wet pussy gave way, and I was squirting madly on his cock with it buried deep inside me, my clit grinding on his pubic bone. Our hips riding on a wave of forbidden pleasure heretofore unknown.
The combined pressure of our orgasms was about to make us both tear our own hair out, and the sound it made was not unlike someone plunging a sink, as jet after jet of my cum combined with his, saturating our crotches with steamy spunk. And I was squealing with delight.
"Oh God. Oh God." Scott was chanting, as his dick surged in my spasming hole with every cry he made to the Creator. He pulled me down to his body and hugged me so tight I thought he was going to break me, while our dirty little sex organs continued to drain us of everything we had.
As we remained locked together, I could feel the tiny mouth of my cervix even sucking at the tip of his penis, squeezing every last drop of semen out of my poor little brother's dick.
"Mmmmmm . . . when does it ever end?!" he moaned.
-- "Oh god, NEVER," I said . . . "I hope it never ends!" --
As we lay in the post-coital heat of our sinful act, my pussy still contracting around his twitching cock, and feeling as full as I had ever felt, my brother looked in my eyes once again with a lost expression on his face and said, "Oh my god, sis, I never imagined in my wildest dreams . . . !"
"Does that mean you've THOUGHT about me before?" I asked.
"Oh, hell yes, Shelby," my brother answered, "I think about you all the time!"
(I flexed my pussy muscles just to let him know that his answer really turned me on) -- the sticky lips of my pussy were absolutely glued air-tight against his crotch.
As he lay there looking up at me with those beautiful blue eyes, an unanswered question came racing back to my mind:
"So. I've just got to know . . . " I said, putting my hands on Scott's shoulders, ". . . just what DID you do with Matisse?"
Scott just looked at me incredulously, though he was smiling and I swear he looked like a little devil, answering me with, "Oh, you little voyeuristic SLUT, I knew it." -- "Do you really want to know?"
. . . (I could definitely get used to the idea of my little brother calling me a little slut with his dick buried inside of me) . . .
"Oh," I said in frustration, arching forward on him, "Just tell me!"
"Well . . . " he said, looking away from me for a moment with that same wry smile and blushing once again, "if you really want to know . . . we split the prom early and drove out to the lake."
"Yes?" I said eagerly.
"When we got there, I parked the car and we started making out. She was really quite the kisser too."
-- "(How great is it that my little brother is so into kissing)?!" --
"Anyway, I was caressing her bare shoulder and we were French-kissing, and it just felt so-O-o good. I was getting a hard-on." Scott emphasized the word "hard-on" with an unwitting raising of his hips. "Do you really want to hear this?" he asked.
"Oh yes," I said, "Every. Last. Detail." And I gyrated my hips with the emphasis of each word. "It really does excite me!"
"Well," he continued, "I just really wanted her to take it out and play with it, and I could tell that she was getting pretty hot too. But your car is so cramped there wasn't much of a way for me to put a real move on her."
[Man, I could show HIM a thing or two]!
"So I asked her if she wanted to get some air, and she said 'yeah.' So we got out and just stood in front of your car looking at the moon. We started kissing again, and it really WAS romantic and the whole nine yards. Matisse was really getting into it, so I thought I'd make my move . . . "
-- (Again, here was my brother talking about "romance" and kissing) -- What a turn-on!
"Damn, sis, this is embarrassing," Scott said blushing. "Are you SURE . . . ?!"
"Yes, tell me, Scott," I said, as I reached down and squeezed the base of his cock where it was disappearing inside of me. "I want to know just how dirty my little brother was that night. It turns me on."
"O-kay-ee . . ." he said, " Well, I started lifting Matisse's prom dress up at her hips, and she didn't try to stop me. She was just kissing me like crazy. You know how long her dress was, so it was kinda' hard to lift it up. But anyway, I finally got it above her hips and I just started stroking her pussy through her panties. She was wet too."
(My own wet pussy contracted around his penis again).
"So there we were, and I was getting my first ever feel of a pussy. It was really hot. And since she didn't resist at all, I finally dared to actually put my hand inside her panties." -- "Oh god, sis, I love it!" he said, and his dick twitched inside of me again.
"Describe it to me," I whispered to him, "What did it look like?"
"Oh hell," Scott answered, "I didn't even get to see it. We were kissing so passionately that I never got a chance to look down. But I could feel it."
"A-and . . . ?" I said.
"Well, it was just amazing, you know. Being my first time and all. Feeling her soft pubic hair that was even fluffier than mine, and then nothing down below. Just a smooth little mound that fit perfectly in the palm of my hand. And then I stuck my finger in her."
"Then what happened?" I asked excitedly.
"Well, it's embarrassing . . ." Scott said, blushing yet again ". . . but I came right in my pants."
"Ooooooh," I squealed like a little girl, "you ARE a dirty little boy."
"Yeah, whatever," Scott said, "but anyway, it didn't last much longer than that. I fingered her for a little bit until she told me to stop."
"She told you to stop?!" I asked surprised, "WHY?"
"Hell, I don't know," he said, "Maybe she had a flash of conscience or something. Or maybe she was afraid she was going to cum in my hand or something. But it was over just like that."
"Stupid girl," I couldn't help but say. "Man, if she only knew what I know now."
Scott just grinned his devilish grin again, pleased with the compliment I had just given him. He looked back into my eyes deeply, snapping back to the reality of our situation. "God, you're so beautiful," he said, "I'm glad it happened with you." -- "Do you think that's bad?"
I just leaned down to my brother again and kissed him on his lips. "Oh, Scott, how could something that feels this good EVER be bad?"
Scott thought about it for a second and then agreed, "Yeah, I guess you're right."
His dick had diminished, and I could tell that I was about to squeeze it out of me with my contracting pussy, so I finally lifted up off of him to come lay by his side. An absolute flood of juices came rushing out of my pussy, running over Scott's crotch and around his balls, flowing into his ass crack.
"Holy Shit!" Scott exclaimed from the sheer volume of it.
As I came to rest in his arms, stroking his chest and playing with his nipples as I lay beside him, I asked him finally, "So . . . Did you ever think about ME when you were with Matisse?"
And Scott just ever-so-sweetly kissed my forehead and said, "Hell, sis, as far as I was concerned, Matisse WAS you."
. . . [And at that moment, ALL my questions were answered].
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