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Brooke

By: aurgyman02



The sun was blistering the summer sky and without a cloud insight to quell the heat which was slowing growing within my body. With the air-conditioning broken there was only one escape from the soaring temperatures was a foray to the beach.

Entering the sauna that is my bedroom, I slowly pack my bags for the trip to the golden sands, my mind wandered to the loneliness that has engulfed my entire being. It had been far too long since I had touched the tender flesh of a woman or had the pleasure of falling asleep and feeling the heartbeat of someone you love resting against your back.

These thoughts had been haunting me for more than 11 months and the trance-like state I was in was only broken as I pulled into my park near the shores of the Pacific Ocean. I slowly climbed out of the car and made my way finding a nice secluded spot on the beach where only a handful of people were enjoying the summer sun.

I lay out my towel and sit pondering whether I should swim now or lie back under the protection of my beach umbrella and just dream away the afternoon. I chose the ladder erecting the umbrella, lying back and fell quickly asleep where I lay. 

I was a woken from my slumber from the sun creeping under the cover of my umbrella. I lifted my head groggily off the blanket, removing my sunglasses and rubbing my eyes, trying to remove the sleepiness. Slowing moving my hands away, my breath escaped me as I spied one of the most stunning creatures I had ever had the pleasure of seeing in the flesh. 

There stood less than 5 metres to my left, a female that I had to meet, I had to ravish and I had to love. She was barely wearing a small light blue triangle bikini that simply accentuated her beauty. My mind was sent spinning in a spiral down into my soul, searching for something to commence a conversation with this beauty when suddenly she asked me, "Excuse me do you have the time?"

I simply sat there for what seemed like minutes but in reality was just a few seconds. I wondered what is a gorgeous woman doing talking to me? Woman of this caliber of beauty never have anything to do with me? In fact no woman, good or bad really has anything to do with me!

I eventually blurted out it was 4 and then she surprised me further by asking if she could share the shade of my umbrella for a while? Once again I was flabbergasted but quickly accepted her offer and asked her, her name.

"Brooke, I'm up here on a short holiday, ya know just to get away from things for a while. What about yaself?"

Well I gave her the run down of my life, and amazingly she actually seemed rather interested in what I was talking about. I couldn't believe, that here was this gorgeous female talking to me, and more than that seemed quiet interested in what I was saying! 

As we talked and talked she suddenly asked me the time again and I couldn't believe it but it was nearly 6 o'clock.

"Oh shit I've missed the last bus back in town. Can you give me a lift back home?" she said with a weird gleam in her eyes.

Of course I agreed and we slowly packed up our stuff and headed towards my car. We were on our way back to her hotel room when she said that since I was so nice to drive her back to where she was staying that should come in and relax in the spa within her room.

When she asked I nearly drove off the road, and with a wicked grin she noticed that it had the desired effect. As I pulled into the hotel park I tried to calm my raising heart as it pounded away while I thought of the possibilities. 

As I entered her room she simply told me to leave my stuff on the bed and she took my hand and led me to the spa. It was already filled to the brim with the heater being on for some time, with all that need to be done was start the bubbles. 

I took off my shirt leaving me only in my shorts, while Brooke unwrapped her sarong and slid her gorgeous body into the bubbling water. I quickly lowered my own body in to the spa and stretched my arms out and enjoyed the relaxing massage of the water. 

"Well I don't know about you, but I cant enjoy a good spa with this much clothing on," Brooke said. I gulped as I saw the light blue of her bikini bottoms rise to the top of the water.

"Damn I always have trouble getting this top up. Can u help me please?" However she didn't wait for an answer, Brooke simply turned around and backed up so that she was sitting between my legs her arse rubbing against my hard-on. My hands were trembling as I slowly unhooked the clasps and as I was doing this I could feel her hands gliding up my leg to the start of my shorts.

"You can't spa with these on," and with that she spun around once again her bikini top remaining in my hands, her head quickly going under water as her hands grabbed at my shorts and slid them off.

As Brooke's gorgeous face reemerged with the cutest smile I have ever seen on it, she looked deep into my soul with her eyes and slowly turned around and, grabbing my erection with one hand and lowering herself down on my lap and devouring me with her pussy.

GOD it felt so good. I had to use every ounce of will I had to stop myself from cumming right there and then on the spot. My hands grabbed her hips and slowly pushed her up and then gently pulled her back again, she was letting me guide the pace and rhythm. Going slowly at first so as to prolong the experience, Brooke began to groan with pleasure; her head tilting back her gorgeous hair in my face. As the tension between our to bodies was about to explode I held her close to me before lifting her and turning her around to face me.

"I want to be looking into your eyes when I cum," I said. And with that I lowered once again onto my cock and began ramming her up and down as fast as I could. Faster and faster I went. Brooke's moans increasing in volume. God this felt so good, to have this beautiful woman fucking me right in here in the spa. I couldn't hang on any longer and without warning I grabbed Brooke's hips and pushed my cock as deep as I could go as my cum found her insides. Wave after wave of cum I shot into her pussy, Brooke's pussy sucking every last drop out of my cock as it could. I held her tight and Brooke with her own orgasm bit into my neck the pain was exhilarating leaving me in a total state of euphoria.

To Be Continued...

Brooke



This is the first of what will be a series of short stories about Brooke, a Literotica reader who asked me to write some stories about her. She provides some of the facts of the story and the rest is my imagination let loose. I hope you enjoy the stories. And thank you Brooke, love you.



Brooke felt the eyes of a man on her and turned her head around, and sure enough, a few paces behind her she saw an older man who quickly looked away when she turned. 'As if I didn't know you were staring at my ass, you asshole' she thought and decided to tease him further. She had a magazine in her hands and dropped it to the floor. She bent forward to pick it up taking a few more seconds than were necessary to pick it up. She was fully aware that the bottom part of her naked round ass was exposed as she bent. She parted her legs a little bit to give him a view of her shaved pussy. As she straightened up she looked back again and the man quickly averted his eyes as did two other men who had seen her little show. Brooke wondered how many other people had seen her exposing her bare ass. It was almost noon and the mall was crowded. She continued walking, swinging her hips and getting more excited as more men, and a few women stared at her.

She continued walking around the mall, getting on the escalator where she knew that people a few steps behind her would get a good view of her ass and people passing below the escalator might get a view of her pussy. She stopped at the window of boutique and looked at her reflection on the mirror, she adjusted the knot of her blouse loosening it a bit to show more cleavage and she saw that if she moved her arms in a certain way part of her areoles were exposed.

Then she walked into a shoe store, a young man quickly came to ask if he could help her and Brooke asked to try a few models at random; she really wasn't planning to buy any of them. What she did was ask the young man, he was about her age, and had a bad case of acne, to help her tie the shoes. She opened her legs enough to give him a view of her bare pussy. She saw the man trying not to stare openly but failing miserably and on the second pair he was blushing furiously. She also noticed the bulge in his pants and she guessed that as soon as she left he would go into a back room to masturbate.

Brooke was 19 years old and she liked to expose herself. She felt the excitement rushing through her body, she had been called fat by some of her high school buddies but she wasn't. Her legs were beautifully shaped, her thighs were well rounded and so was her ass. Today she had chosen to wear a plaid short skirt, too short, her mother always complained, and a white blouse a size too small that she left unbuttoned and just tied it below her breasts leaving her midriff bare. The blouse clung to her like a second skin and as her nipples grew harder with her excitement, they were clearly outlined under the material; the darker skin of her areoles could also be discerned through the thin blouse. A necklace of green stones hung between her breasts contrasting nicely with her light chocolate colored skin. She was proud of her round, full 36C breasts and she pushed her chest outward as she continued walking toward the coffee shop. She ordered a cappuccino and sat at table outside the shop. At a nearby table she saw two older ladies and decided to shock them.

Brooke put on her dark sunglasses so she could observe the reactions of the people around her. She pretended to read her magazine and she parted her legs to expose her pussy. It took a few minutes for one of the ladies to notice her but as soon as she saw the way Brooke was exposing herself she said something to her companion who turned around to see her. Brooke could almost hear the words of the women as the chattered criticizing her. She had heard similar conversations before. Brooke also noticed that the man who had been following her had sat down on a bench across from the coffee shop and had adjusted his position to get a better look between her legs. He involuntarily dropped his hand to squeeze his cock. Brooke felt her pussy getting wet and her nipples getting harder.

She looked from the man to the two ladies and back to the man. She began to fantasize about them. She knew that regardless of the criticism the women were envious of her young body and that the man would give anything to fuck her. She imagined going with the three of them to the parking lot and getting into the SUV that one women surely owned and getting in the back seat with one of the women and the man while the other woman drove around. She pictured the man and woman caressing her breasts after she undid the knot on her blouse and then sucking her nipples. She imagined lifting the skirt of the woman and pushing her panties aside to suck her cunt while the man penetrated her from behind.

Brooke's pussy was now soaking wet and she needed some relief. She got up from the table and walked quickly to the department store nearby heading for the women's department. She selected a few items at random and headed for the dressing rooms. After leaving her purse with the attendant, a thin mousy woman in her late twenties, she went into one of them. She dropped the clothes on the floor and sat down on a chair facing the mirror. She opened her blouse and began to play with her nipples, squeezing and pulling them, feeling the erotic current flowing down to her pussy. She spread her legs, seeing her pussy in the mirror, her labia was swollen as the blood rushed to it, she could see her clit peeking out from the folds of flesh and lowered a finger to tease it. She moaned in pleasure as she touched herself.

Brooke parted her cunt lips with her fingers and after sliding her finger up and down her slit she pushed first one and then two fingers into her vagina. A hoarse moan escaped from her throat.

The curtain of the dressing room opened and the attendant stood there, "Are you alright miss?" she managed to ask before she realized what was actually happening.

Brooke took her fingers out of her cunt and licked them before she said, "Just fine, now either shut the curtain and get the fuck out of here or join me." And she again inserted her fingers into her cunt.

The woman stood there frozen, speechless staring at Brooke's almost nude body for several seconds before she shut the curtain mumbling and excuse.

Brooke continued masturbating, finger fucking herself with one hand and squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples with the other one. She needed her release but decided to prolong the agony of pleasure before reaching the peak. As she felt her orgasm approaching she would slow down only to start again as the urge subsided a little. She lost track of time as she brought herself closer and closer to orgasm. She could feel her passion building up inside her like the molten lava of a volcano deep inside the earth, rising slowly to the surface until it exploded with a powerful eruption that shook her body. In the mirror Brooke saw a flush rising from between her legs up her belly to her breasts and then to her neck and face as wave after wave of pleasure traveled from the core of her cunt up her body.

After a several minutes when she finally regained her breath and came back to earth, Brooke tied her blouse again and after straightening her skirt she looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She saw a stain on the fabric of the chair where she had sat, 'I guess the woman is going to have to clean this up, I hope she cleans it with her tongue.' Brooke walked out of the dressing room feeling the sticky wetness between her legs, when the attendant looked up to return her purse Brooke noticed her face was flushed.

"Maybe next time you'll join me." Brooke told the woman before she walked away.

She spent some more time looking around the mall for a while enjoying the looks of the men and women as she walked by and then she headed home. She didn't live to far away so she decided to walk. Her blouse had loosened up some more and her tits were almost falling out of it. As could be expected she got a lot of lustful looks from the men as they passed by her side and some nasty comments. She was enjoying all this so she took a detour. She had never walked this way and soon she got to a park were some teen aged boys were playing soccer. She decided to rest for a while and headed for a grassy knoll near the field where the boys were playing. She leaned back on her elbows with her legs slightly spread and closed her eyes. The sun felt good on the parts of her body that were exposed and on a whim she undid the knot on her blouse and let it fall open exposing her breasts. She had no tan-lines as she sunbathed nude on her backyard as often as she could when her mom and step dad were not home.

Soon she heard whistles and sly comments from the soccer players who were now more intent on kicking the ball in her direction than towards the goals. Comments like 'Look at those tits!' 'I could bury myself in them,' 'Hey look at her cunt, she's not wearing anything under her skirt,' and some of the bolder ones 'I got a boner for you slut!,' 'Suck my dick!' and the like were shouted from the boys in her direction. One of them got bolder and moved closer and said, 'I got a hard cock for you to suck bitch!'

She opened her eyes and looked at the boy laughing and told him, "Sure honey, just come back when your 18."

The boy bushed furiously, picked up the ball and ran away. Brooke decided she'd had enough and got up and she walked across the playing field without knotting her blouse so the boys could stare at her bare breasts with their hard nipples. Once on the street she tied a loose knot and went on her way home.

When she arrived neither her mom or her step father were home so she took off her clothes dropping them on the way to her room and went to her dresser to get her favorite vibrator out. She plopped down on the bed and turned on the vibrator, first running it over her nipples and then trailing it down her belly to her clit. Soon she had the vibrator in her cunt at full speed and was about to cum when she heard her step dad approaching her bedroom.

"How many times have I told you not to leave your clothes all over the fucking house!" he managed to say before he got to the doorway and saw Brooke spread eagled on her bed at the verge of cumming. He just stood there watching her as she fucked herself with the vibrator and with a loud moan that was almost a scream she began cumming.



Brooke



I came home from class and heard my mother and sister, Booke, yelling all the way outside. Brooke was on one of her rampages again. She is so spoiled. All she has to do is pitch a fit and she gets her way with anything. She wanted an iPad for her eighteenth birthday last week, even though she knew the folks couldn't afford one, but she pitched one of her fits, and they broke down and got it for her. This time it was about her field hockey tryouts. She's supposed to go to tryouts at a college a couple hours away this three day weekend. Our parents aren't well off, but we're comfortable. They didn't have the money to send us to college, so I attend the local community college. Brooke wants to go to this elite college across the state line in Maryland, and the only way they can afford it is if she gets a field hockey, or "F'ockey," as she calls it, Scholarship, and their tryouts for potential scholarships is this weekend. She has a good shot at a scholarship. She was the highest scorer for her team, made all district, and her team won the state finals last year, in a very competitive state. From what I heard from outside, mom has to work, and she was supposed to take her, but can't go now. I knew about the try outs, hell, thats all Brooke has talked about since she was invited by the school last month. Mom had me make on-line reservations at a hotel for them last week, but now it looked like the trip was off, and Brooke was all upset.

As I entered the side door, Brooke went storming up to her room.

"Whats the matter with her now? I asked mom, who was standing in the kitchen.

"Brooke has her try outs this weekend, and I have to work and can't take her. I don't know what to do, she has to go if she wants to make the team."

"Can't dad take her?"

"No, he's away on a business trip and wont be back until Tuesday. What about you? Can you take her?" mom asked.

"Aww, come on, I have plans for the weekend. Can't she go with some of the other girls?

I was thinking hard about this. There really wasn't anything more that I would like to do than take her. Its not just her, but all those field hockey chicks are so fucking hot. I've been to some of their games. I didn't really care for f'ockey, but liked to watch the girls on the teams. They wear skimpy uniforms that show a lot of flesh. Booke's team wears something that looks like a tube top and short skirts. They have bikini bottoms underneath, but they sure are fun to watch. A couple of times I got to see some tits and ass, and they're all hot. When they go down for a shot, I always get a good look at their crotch, and they're awesome. I always came home and jerked off after her games. I also enjoyed it when they would come over to the house after practice or a game and throw a party. They're all athletic, especially Brooke, and they all have nice bodies. Spending three days at a college field hockey tryout would really be fun, but I didn't want to appear too anxious. If I held out, there would be more in it for me. 

"Can't you give up one weekend for your sister? She's counting on this, and she needs the scholarship if she wants to go to that college."

"I don't know, mom. Can't someone else take her?"

"She really would appreciate it," Mom said. "You two are growing up so fast, and soon will have lives of your own. It would be good for the two of you to spend some time together. Can't you at least think about it?" she asked.

"I'll think about it, but Brooke will have to ask me, and she has to be nice about it, too. She's such a bitch sometimes," I replied.

"You watch your mouth, Steven," mom yelled back at me. I could tell that mom was really pissed. She only calls me Steven when she's pissed. Usually its Junior, which I hate. The adults in our family call me Junior. I was named after my dad, who was named after his dad, so my full name is Steven Thomas Jackson, III. Anyway, I really shouldn't have said that in front of mom. She gets all upset when we use that sort of language.

"Brooke has to go to those try outs, and you're going to take her."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes, you have to. If you wont do it for me, I'll have to call your dad and let him settle it, and I'm sure you don't want me to do that. I'll give you spending money. The room is already paid for, so we need to use it."

"OK, but she still has to ask me, and she has to be nice about it," I replied as I walked out of the kitchen and to my room. 

When I got to my room, I started laughing. Mom thought she was forcing me to do this, but I was really looking forward to it. Three days watching all these girls practicing and working out, should be a lot of fun, and three days alone with Brooke in a hotel room could be pretty cool too. I was beginning to like this more and more. I sat down at my computer and logged into the hotel web site, and put in a request to change our room reservation from a double room to a room with only a king size bed. If I have to spend the week end with her, I might as well make it interesting. She'll freak out, but I can make out like its a mistake or something. After sending the request, I started surfing the net for porn to get me psyched for the trip.

After about twenty minutes or so, Brook knocked at my door.

"Can I come in a minute, Steven?" Brooke usually calls me Junior because she knows it pisses me off. When she wants something, its Steven.

After exiting from the porn site, I yelled back, "Yeah, what do you want?"

Brooke walked in kinda sheepishly. I know mom made her come in and ask me to take her, but I didn't let on.

"Did mom tell you about the tryouts?

"Yeah, she told me. She said that she has to work and dad's away, and you're up a shit creek without a paddle."

"Mom said that if I asked you to, you might take me to St. Mary's for the tryouts. Will you take me?"

"What's in it for me?" I asked. 

"You get to spend three days with me," she replied grinning from ear to ear and twirling around like she was sort of prize or something, which she really is.

"Yeah, like that's a treat or something."

I looked at Brooke, standing there in her cut off shorts and baggy t-shirt. Even though she's my sister, she really is easy on the eyes. She's a little shorter than me, has long blonde hair, pretty face, nice tits, slender legs, and a cute ass. Spending three days with her really wouldn't be all that bad, and then there's all those other hotties who'll be trying out. Yeah, I wanted to go, but didn't want to seem too anxious, especially to Brooke.

"Come on, Steven, I need you to take me. Please?"

Brooke really was in a blind. There's no way mom would let her go alone, and I'm certain she wouldn't even be able to find her way there, she's such a ditz. 

"Please take me? I'll make it up to you somehow. Please, Steven?"

"Yeah, ok, I'll take you," I replied.

Brooke ran over to me and gave me a tight hug, pressing those gorgeous tits against me, and held me for a long time. I wrapped my arms around her and let my hand slide down to her ass. She didn't seem to mind at all as I copped a feel.

Brooke leaned back and said, "You do this for me, and I'll do anything you want, Steven. This means so much to me." She then leaned up and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I promise, anything you want, I'll do it for you. I really owe you one for this. Thank you, Steven."

I wasn't sure what she meant by, "Anything you want," but I sure as hell was interested in finding out.

"When do we have to leave, and what's the schedule?" I asked.

"We need to leave early in the morning. I have to be there at 10:30 for orientation, and then we have practice and tryouts all afternoon. We'll be on the field around one o'clock or so, and practice until five or six, and then we have to be back at the school by nine Sunday morning for another full day of try outs. Monday we go until three o'clock, and then come home."

"So, what am I supposed to do all this time?"

"Well, mom was going to do a little shopping Saturday morning, and then watch our try outs Saturday afternoon and the rest of the time. You can't tell me you wouldn't like to watch the try outs. I've seen you at our games."

"What d'you mean by that?" I asked.

"You can't keep your eyes off the girls, thats what I mean. You really seem to enjoy yourself when you come to the games. A couple other girls from our team will be there, as well as girls from all over the state, and a bunch of college players as well. They invited about twenty of us for the try outs. I'm sure you'd enjoy watching!"

"Any chance of getting some of them back to the room afterwards?" I asked.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah, sure would."

"We don't have anything planned, but some might be able to come over; but if not, I'll be there," she said with a smile. "We'll have a good time, I promise." She gave me another kiss on the cheek, turned, and went out the door back to her room.

As I stood there watching her leave, I swear she was putting on a show. I wondered if she had something in mind for our time at the hotel. We've never messed around, at all, but that doesn't mean that I wouldn't, and I sure have thought about it. She's a beautiful girl, and I've beat off more than once thinking about her. She's fairly modest around the house, but there've been several times lately I've seen her walking to her room from the bathroom after she's showered, wearing nothing but a towel. A couple of times I swear she was showing more than normal, and one time, just last week, she stopped in my room and talked a while wearing nothing but the towel. Letting my hand drop to my crotch, I felt my erection pressing against my jeans. "Shit," I thought to myself. "I hope Brooke didn't see that, or, maybe she did? Maybe that was the reason she said we would have a good time."

All night long I thought of Brooke in that towel, and about our weekend together. With a vision of her that night I beat off again, thinking of all the possibilities there might be for this weekend. I was thinking of her hot body, what she would look like nude. All sorts of thoughts came to my mind as I stroked my cock, soon shooting my sperm all over myself. "Yeah, this might have potential," I thought.

Mom got us up just before six, and already had breakfast ready for us. After breakfast I showered, packed my things for the weekend, and headed down to the car to load up. Brooke came down a little later carrying her bag, and really looked hot. She was wearing short shorts, her baggy t-shirt, and tennis shoes. Her long legs made my mouth water. We loaded her bags in the trunk and headed out.

Brooke sat in the seat beside me with her earphone in listening to music. She reclined her seat, leaned back and closed her eyes, trying to get a little more sleep, while I drove.

I kept looking over at her, thinking thoughts I shouldn't have about my sister. I looked down at her long legs, which were slightly spread. I stared at her crotch, which was barely covered by the short shorts. Her right hand was on her upper thigh, with her fingers resting on her crotch. I swear I caught her rubbing herself a couple of times. I adjusted myself in my seat, to allow room for my growing cock, as I continued to sneak peaks at my sister. It was a rough ride to St. Mary's. What I mean by that is that it was hard to drive and look at my gorgeous sister at the same time. I really felt that she was showing off for me, teasing me as she sat there almost playing with herself. All the way she never opened her eyes, just leaned back and enjoyed the ride, as I enjoyed the show.

While staring at her nice legs, I accidentally drove out of the lane and ran over those stupid rumble strips, startling Brooke. She sat up and asked, "That the hell was that?" I told her I was distracted and ran off the side of the road. She looked at me smiling and said, "Just keep your eyes on the road, Steven."

"Yeah, I'll try to," I replied as I glanced back at her legs before returning my eyes to the road. Brooke leaned back into her seat and closed her eyes again, dropping her hand to her crotch and ran her fingers around the top of her thighs.

It was a little past ten when we finally arrived. I woke Brooke up and asked her where we were supposed to go. She told me to drive over to the athletic field, which wasn't hard to find, its such a small campus. When we arrived at the field, I helped Brooke get her gear out of the car, and walked with her to the building. She was right; there were hot chicks everywhere, mostly high school girls who came for try outs, but several members of the St. Mary's team were also there helping the girls check in. This was going to be a fun weekend.

Brooke went inside, and I left to go check in at the hotel. I got the key card to the room, and took the rest of our stuff on up. As I walked into the room, I noticed that they must have received my message, as they gave us a room with only a king size bed. Just what I wanted, but now I had to convince Brooke to let me sleep with her. That might be difficult.

After I got settled in and ate lunch, it was about one thirty, so I headed over to the field. There were girls everywhere, wearing their high school uniforms, doing drills. The college chicks, who all had nice athletic builds, were dressed in short shorts and team shirts. God, they looked hot. The afternoon went by quickly as I watched them run drills.

The coach called them together around five thirty, and then they broke up. Brooke came to me and said, "They're having a dinner for us, but I decided to spend the evening with you instead. Thanks again for bringing me, Steven. Want to head to the hotel so I can change and we can go out for dinner? Mom gave me plenty of money for meals."

"Sure," I said. It really was a nice gesture on her part to forego the dinner to spend time with me. 

I picked up her bag and we walked to the car. I put her stuff in the trunk, and we headed over to the hotel, which was just a short drive. After I parked the car, I got her stuff out of the trunk.

"Where's the rest of our stuff?" she asked.

"I already took it to the room," I replied.

When we got to the room, I unlocked the door and the two of us walked in. I set her bag down as she looked around the room.

"What's this?" she asked, pointing to the bed.

"Oh, yeah," I replied, "when I checked in I noticed that they didn't give us the double room I booked. I called the desk and tried to switch it, but they're booked solid, and this is the only room they had left."

Brooke stood there for a minute, lost in her thoughts, then said, "Well, it'll have to do, I guess."

"I can sleep on the couch or maybe call for a roll away bed or something," I offered, hoping she wouldn't take me up on it.

"That wont be necessary, Steven." She replied. Then she added, "Might be kinda nice having someone to sleep with. We haven't done that in years," reminding me that she used to slip into my bed at night when we were kids. "Yeah, this might be kinda fun. I'm going to shower, and then we need to get something to eat, I'm starved," she said as she headed to the bathroom.

As I heard the water running, I started thinking of her in the shower, and was half tempted to join her, but didn't want to press my luck. Maybe before the weekend's over it'll happen, I thought. She didn't seem to mind that we'd be sharing a bed. Yea, this may be fun.

In about twenty minutes, Brooke came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her beautiful body. Her long hair, still wet, was clinging to her neck and shoulders. 

"Uh, I need to put on some clothes," she said looking at me.

"Go ahead, I don't mind," I replied.

"Not with you watching!" 

"Oh, you want me to leave?"

"No, you don't have to leave, just turn your head while I get dressed," she replied.

I really didn't want to miss watching her, but complied, and turned my head while she dressed. In my mind I was watching her, though.

"There, finished," she said after only a couple of minutes. I turned my head around and looked at her, standing there in a pair of cut offs and a shirt hanging over them.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing, just thinking about how nice you look, that's all."

"Thank you. I think thats the first nice thing you've said to me in a long time."

"Well, its the truth. You really do look nice. Lets go get something to eat."

Brooke just smiled at me as we left the hotel room. 

As we walked out of the hotel and over to the restaurant, Brooke noticed the pool and said, "Hey, after dinner, do you want to go for a swim? Mom told me the hotel had a pool, so I packed our suits."

Just the thought of seeing Brooke in her bikini gave me another erection. "Sure," I replied, "that'll be fun."

We went to the restaurant and got some dinner. I got a hamburger, fries, and a coke, while Brooke ordered a salad. I don't know how she stays alive no more than she eats. We finished and headed back to the hotel.

Once we got into the room, Brooke went over to her bag, searched through it and pulled out our suits. 

"Here's yours. Put it on and we'll head down to the pool," she said, tossing my swim suit to me.

I grabbed the suit, turned around and started undressing.

"You changing in here? She asked.

"Yep. Might as well get used to it, were here for two nights," I replied while dropping my jeans and boxers. She didn't say anything, but I could see her reflection in the mirror as she stood there looking at me as I bent over, stepped into my suit and pulled it up over my ass. I tied it off and turned around.

"You going to change or what?" I asked her.

She looked over at the bathroom door, and I thought for a moment she was going to change in there, but to my surprise she didn't. She turned away from me and did just as I did. I watched from behind as she dropped her shorts and pulled down her underwear. God, she has a nice ass, I thought to myself. She slipped into the bikini bottoms, then pulled her shirt over her head and took off her bra. She was standing in front of me with nothing on but the bottom of her suit as she struggled to put on the top. She really is a sexy girl, perfect body, not an ounce of fat that I could see. 

Brooke turned around and said, "There, you happy now?"

"Yeah, very happy. You sure have a nice body, sis."

"Thank you. Thats two nice comments in one day! The world must be coming to an end!" she said laughing. 

"I have to be honest, Brooke. If you weren't my sister . . ."

"What?" she asked. "If I weren't your sister, what?"

"If you weren't my sister, I'd be all over you, thats what." I thought that if I wanted to get anywhere with her this weekend, I better lay it on thick, but really, I'd be all over her if she wasn't my sister. I still may, if things go well.

"Thank you, and if you weren't my brother . . . "

"Yeah, I know. Lets get down to the pool."

As we started to leave, Brooke grabbed a couple of towels and slipped her t-shirt back over her suit.

As we walked to the pool, Brooke said, "Really, Steven, I don't know why you don't date more. All the girls on the f'ockey team think you're hot."

"I'm sure they do," I replied.

"Yeah, they do. I think so, too."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really. For a brother, you're pretty hot."

We didn't say anything else until we arrived at the pool. We threw down our towels, Brooke took off her t-shirt, and we jumped in the water.

The water felt really good. We played around a little, and then got out and walked over to the chairs and sat down.

"Do you feel you have a good chance to make the team and get a scholarship?" I asked her.

"I don't know, there were some really good players out there today. I sure hope so, though. There's no way I'm coming here without a scholarship."

"I think you're a shoe in," I told her. "There are some good players out there, but I think you're one of the best from what I saw today."




Brooke



"Thanks. Tomorrow and Monday will be the real test. We have to scrimmage against the college team tomorrow. We'll see how I match up against them."

"I think you'll do ok."

"You really think so, or are you just saying that?"

"I really think so. Look how good you did in high school."

"Yeah, but they all played well in high school, or they wouldn't be here."

"True, but I still think you were one of the best players out there today, and believe me, I was watching all of 'em."

"See any that you liked?"

"Oh, fuck yeah. Several. One thing about you f'ockey players, you all have hot bodies. Most of you, anyway."

"Yeah, there were a few porkers out there today, weren't there?"

"A couple, but most of them were very hot if you ask me."

Brooke looked at me a couple of seconds thinking, then asked, "Hotter than your sister?"

"Brooke, I can honestly say, you were the hottest one out there."

"Including the college players?"

"Including the college players. There were several that I'd do, but you were the hottest."

"So, you saw some that you'd do?"

"Oh, fuck yes!" I replied, "but you were still the hottest."

"So, if I weren't your sister, would you do me?"

I wasn't sure where this conversation was headed, but I liked the hint of jealousy in her voice, and her question.

"To be honest, if you weren't my sister, hell yeah, I'd do you. I'd do you in a heartbeat."

Brooke leaned over, placed her hand on my thigh, and whispered, "You want to know something?"

"What?" I asked.

"If you weren't my brother, I'd do you, too," she said softly, kissing me on the cheek.

I turned my face to her and kissed her gently on her lips and said, "Yeah, I'd do you."

Brooke broke the short kiss, pulled back and looked sort of embarrassed. 

"What?" I asked her.

"You kissed me. What if someone saw that?"

"Nobody here knows us," I replied, "anyway, it was just a little kiss, thats all."

"But still, we shouldn't be doing that, out here, anyway."

I heard her last words, when she said, "out here anyway," and wondered what she meant, but didn't go there, just yet.

"I'm sorry, but I just told my sister that I'd do her, and thought I should follow up with a kiss to let you know that I meant it, thats all."

"Its just that I never thought of us, you know, like that before. Have you?"

This conversation was getting pretty deep now, but I just let all inhibitions go.

"Well, I can't say that I ever really thought of us actually doing anything, but yeah, I've thought about it."

"Like, when?" she asked.

"Like when I see you running around in a towel after a shower, or like the other day when you came into my room after you showered, you know, when you weren't wearing anything but a towel. Times like that."

"So, you've really thought of, like, you know, doing me?"

"God, Brooke, you're fucking beautiful. What guy wouldn't think of doing you if he saw you like that? Even me. I'm human, you know, and you're hot. Yeah, even though you're my sister, I have to admit that I've thought about it."

"You really think I'm hot?"

"Yeah, I really think you're hot."

"Thank you, Steven," she replied, while leaning in and kissing me on the lips and running her hand over my thigh.

I could feel my cock growing when she touched me and kissed me. I was afraid that I was going to shoot my load in my suit, so I broke the kiss.

We sat there for a while, watching the people swim and talking about the try outs, and her chances of making the team and getting a scholarship. Time passed, and we decided to head back to the room. Brooke wrapped the towel around her waist, but didn't bother to put her shirt back on. She didn't talk all the way back to the room. I was afraid that I was too honest with her and that she would avoid me the rest of the weekend, but that isn't what happened.

When we got back to the room, Brooke decided she needed another shower, and took off her suit in front of me.

"Like you said, its going to be a long weekend, might as well undress in here," she said while removing her suit. She slid down the bottom, stepped out of it, and then removed her top. She stood there in front of me naked for the first time. I took it all in. I looked at her pert tits, perfectly shaped. Not very large, but nice and pert, with nice nipples, which were now hard. I looked down her toned body, and noticed that her pussy was neatly trimmed. Not bald, just trimmed with a thin landing strip above her slit. Her legs also looked so inviting. God, I wanted to take her right then.

"I'll be back in a few minutes," she said as she walked into the bathroom. I watched her hips sway back and forth as she walked away, noticing her firm ass, which was absolutely beautiful.

I couldn't believe she just did that, stripped naked in front of me and stood there for a few seconds before going into the bathroom. I felt my cock, which was now rock hard. I slipped out of my suit and put my boxers on, hoping that my cock would settle down before she came back.

I dropped down on the bed and turned on the television, found ESPN, and watched a game while waiting for her to come back in the room. 

She came back in about twenty minutes, with that damn towel wrapped around her again. God, she looked so good. Yeah, I'd do her. I'd do her in a heart beat.

Brooke pulled her night shirt over her head, and then dropped the towel. The night shirt hit just below her pussy and the bottom of her ass cheeks. She walked over and fell back on the bed.

"I'm really tired," she said, crawling under the covers. "You can watch TV as long as you want, it wont bother me, but I'm afraid I'm about to fall asleep."

"No problem. I'll turn it down so it wont bother you. You need your sleep."

"Steven," she said, "thanks again for bringing me. This was really nice of you. I owe you big time."

"Yeah, you do. Don't worry, I'll think of some way for you to pay me back."

"I'm sure you will," she said. "Night."

"Good night, Brooke," I replied as she slid the covers up, turned on her side, and quickly fell asleep. I was sure she was tired with the try outs and the swimming. She needs her sleep for tomorrow, I thought to myself. 

I watched the game for about an hour or so, and then decided to go to bed too. I called the front desk and asked for a seven o'clock wake up call. I then turned off the TV and then slid under the covers. She looked so nice, lying beside me. She had turned away from me, and the night shirt had risen up, and was now about half way up her bare ass. She didn't bother to put any underwear on under her nightshirt. I looked at her for several minutes, thinking about how hot she really was, and about the conversation we had earlier. I never thought I would tell my sister that I would do her, and never thought I would hear her say the same thing about me. I didn't want to press my luck, but with her sleeping so close to me, I just had to reach over and feel her ass. I hesitantly moved my hand over to her ass, and traced along her crack, gently. She didn't move. I felt her ass from one cheek to the other, sliding her shirt up enough to give me full view. I gently rubbed her ass, and then moved my hand around her waist to the front, and let my fingers find their way to her slit. I rested my hand on her pussy and gently rubbed it with my finger, while she slept.

I pulled my boxers off, and spooned her, pressing my cock against her ass cheek, while reaching around her felling her cunt. This is the position we were in as I fell asleep.

I slept fairly well, but woke up about three thirty in the morning. I had rolled over on my back during the night, and Brooke was lying against me, her head on my chest, and her hand on my thigh, just below my balls. Her leg was over mine, between my legs. Her night shirt was pulled up to her waist, and her pussy was pressed against my hip. My cock was soft, but wouldn't stay that way for long.

Reaching over, I placed my hand on her back, just above her ass, and started rubbing her softly, in small circles. I gradually expanded the circle, and finally reached her lower back, and then began rubbing her ass. I felt both of her ass cheeks, touching her lightly, afraid that she might wake up. I lowered my hand between her legs, and felt her from her ass to her pussy, as far up as I could reach. I let my fingers find her slit, and gently rubbed her. Brooke sighed, and I was afraid that I had woke her up, but she seemed to still be asleep. I increased the pressure against her pussy, rubbing it from behind, and slowly inserted a finger into her. I rubbed her pussy, which was getting wet. I rubbed from her pussy to her ass hole, and my cock continued to swell. Brooke moaned several times, but didn't seem to wake up.

I continued rubbing her, and could feel her nipples harden against my side, as they were pressed tight against me through her shirt. Brooke moved a little, and moved her hand up to my balls and started rubbing them as I continued rubbing her soft pussy lips.

"God, that feels nice," she said softly. She never opened her eyes, but I could tell she was enjoying this, even if she was still asleep.

Her hand moved up from my balls to the base of my hard cock, and she started sliding her hand up and down my cock, beating me off, slowly. God, her hand felt so fucking good. She continued rubbing my cock and saying how good my finger felt in her cunt, and started moving her hips, grinding ever so slightly against my invading fingers, while continuing to stroke my cock. 

I couldn't believe this was happening, but was sure glad it was. This felt so great. I was in bed with my sister, rubbing her cunt while she was rubbing my cock. I kept this up for a long time, feeling my balls tighten, knowing I wasn't going to last very long. I kept rubbing her pussy as she jacked me off.

I felt Brooke move, and thought that I had gone too far. This wasn't the case, I discovered, as she slid her head down my stomach to my cock, and started licking it. God, my sister was licking my cock and I was fingering her cunt. I never thought this would happen.

Brooke continued licking the head of my cock, and then the shaft, and then surprised me as she slipped her wet mouth over my cock, and started sucking on it. This was the best feeling I'd ever had. I increased the intensity of my finger in her cunt and slipped in another, and then finally a third finger, and she started sucking my cock harder. Her hand was rubbing my balls and her mouth was taking my six inches all the way. I was buried all the way in her mouth as she continued sucking me off. 

I slid my finger deeper inside her and with the other hand, reached down and started massaging her neck and shoulders as she worked on my cock, buried deep inside her mouth. Brooke started grinding harder and harder against my finger as I continued finger fucking her. 

"Oh God, Steven, that feels so fucking good. Don't stop. Please, don't stop," she said as she continued sucking me. 

I slid my free hand under Brooke, and started rubbing her tits through her shirt. Brooke seemed to like this, as she stopped sucking my cock just long enough to take off her shirt and place my hand on her bare tit. "Rub my tit," she said, as she slid back down to work on my cock again. It was a stretch, but I held my hand on her soft tit and continued rubbing it and her pussy as she continued sucking me off. I was amazed that I was able to last this long. I had been sucked off a few times by a few girls, but never like this, and I never lasted this long before. Just when I thought I was going to cum, Brooke squeezed my cock for a couple of minutes while sucking me, and for some reason this let me last a lot longer. 

I kept rubbing her pussy and her tit as she sucked my hard cock. She would go all the way down, and then come slowly back up my cock, lick the head, and then go down again, all the way to my balls, and then do it again. It felt like I was slowly fucking her face. I increased the intensity of my fingers in her cunt, and finally could feel the cum churning in my balls.

"Brooke, I'm gonna cum," I said to her. She didn't say anything, and kept sucking.

"Brooke, I'm gonna cum soon," I said to her again.

"Fuck, Steven, I'm about to cum too, just keep rubbing my pussy, please keep rubbing my pussy."

I kept it up on her pussy and she kept sucking my cock.

"Oh yes, O yes," she said. "Rub my pussy, Steven, keep rubbing, I'm about there."

I kept it up, knowing that I was going to bust a nut any minute. As I felt I was about to cum, I started rubbing her cunt faster while pinching her nipple between my fingers.

"Oh God, I'm going to cum," she said, while grinding her pussy against my fingers. "Oh God, yes," she said as I felt her pussy spasm around my invading fingers. She came and she came hard. I could feel the flood of her juice drenching my fingers.

"I am too," I said, while releasing a load of cum into her throat. Brooke squeezed my balls slightly as I came in her mouth, like she was squeezing all the cum out of them. I shot several loads into her mouth, and she swallowed all of it, squeezing her legs around my hand, while my fingers were still in her cunt.

I bucked my hips against her mouth, driving my cock deeper inside her as I shot my final load. I could feel her lips tighten around my cock as she sucked all the cum into her mouth and swallowed it. Then she started licking my shaft and the head of my cock, "I want to get it all," she said as she cleaned off my cock with her tongue.

I pulled my fingers out of her cunt, felt her ass, and then let them drop to her neck and back as she cleaned up my cock, licking off all the cum, and then licking my slit to make sure she got it all.

I pulled her up, so that her lips were in front of mine, leaned in, and kissed her hard. She crawled up beside me, pressing her tits tightly against my chest, with her pussy rubbing against my hip. She ground her pussy against my hip as she slid her tongue into my mouth. I could taste my cum, but it didn't bother me. My sister's pussy was grinding against my hip and her tongue was in my mouth. I moved my hands around to her ass and held a cheek in each hand, pulling her hard against me. God, I wanted to fuck her, but my cock was spent, and I didn't want to press my luck.

I let my hand run over her ass and up and down her back, then back down to her ass. God, she felt so fucking good. Her skin was so soft, and I ran my fingers all over her body. 

Brooke slid up and pressed a tit against my mouth. I opened my mouth and began sucking on her nipple, as she gyrated her cunt against my hip. I continued sucking one tit and then the other as Brooke started moaning. I sucked one nipple into my mouth and started sucking on it, running my tongue around her nipple. She leaned down and slid her tongue back into my mouth, brought her hand to my head and pulled my lips hard against hers as she slid her tongue into my mouth. I felt her ass, her hips, her side, her back, and her tits as we kissed.

Finally, Brooke broke the kiss, looked at me and said, "That was so fucking awesome."

"Yeah, it was," I replied, licking her mouth and lips. 

"What time is it?" she asked.

I looked over at the clock and told her it was almost four thirty. 

"As much as I liked this, we need to get some sleep tonight," she said.

"Yeah, we do. Brooke, that was totally awesome," I said to her.

Brooke got out of the bed and went into the bathroom for a few minutes. When she returned, she pressed her head against my chest and let her hand drop to my cock. She rubbed it a couple minutes, and said, "Good night, Steven."

"Good night," I replied. We both fell asleep, our bodies intertwined. 

The phone woke us up precisely at seven o'clock. Brooke still had her body wrapped around mine as we woke.

"I really enjoyed last night," she said sitting up. "I'm gonna get a shower, and then maybe we can get something to eat before I have to go to practice," she said, getting out of the bed. I stared at her beautiful body as she made her way to the bathroom. 

Brooke took a shower and then came back into the room, holding her towel beside her, displaying the beauty of her nude body to me. I watched her closely as she got dressed, sliding her panties on, then her shorts, her sports bra, and then her team shirt. I got out of bed and went into the bathroom, washed my face, and then walked back into the bedroom.

The nudity didn't seem to be an issue for either of us now, as I slowly got dressed with her watching me all the time. 

She grabbed her things, and we headed to the restaurant for breakfast. After we finished, I drove her over to the field house, and she went inside, kissing me first.

"Can't wait until tonight," she said, breaking the kiss.

"Me either," I replied. She turned and walked inside, and I walked over to field to wait for try outs to begin.

As I waited, several parents came to the stands, followed by what looked like a group of college guys. There were about six or eight of them, and they came up the stands and sat right behind me. There were several people in the stands when the girls came out. 

Several of the girls, including Brooke, were wearing St.Mary's uniforms. They took the field across from the girls from the college, and began a scrimmage.

Brooke played really hard along with all the girls on the field. 

The guys behind me were definitely from the college. All during the scrimmage, they were checking out the "fresh meat," as they called it, making comments about the girls on the field.

"I sure hope that blonde makes the team," I heard one of them say to the other.

"You mean number eleven?" another asked.

"Yeah, number eleven. I'd love to get into her pants. She makes the team, and she's mine," he said to the others.

Looking at the field, I noticed that Brooke was number eleven. I continued listening to their conversation.

"Yeah, she's the hottest one out there, look at that body."

"She sure has a nice ass," one said.

"Yeah, and her legs go all the way up," another stated.

They continued talking about Brooke, noticing how hot she was.

"I'd love to get her into bed," one said. "I bet she's a good fuck," he continued.

"I'd just settle for her sweet mouth around my cock," another said laughing.

"Like she'd ever suck your dick," another added. "Hell, she wouldn't even know she had a dick in her mouth, its so fucking little," he added, laughing.

They continued talking about Brooke and several of the other girls on the team. I didn't say anything, but realized just how hot she really was. All of these guys would do anything to have had the night I had with my sister, and I was damn proud of it, and her.

The scrimmage continued, and then they stopped for lunch. Brooke went into the field house with the team, so I drove off to McDonalds and got a hamburger, fries, and a coke. The guys from he bleachers were sitting at the table next to me, still talking about the girls at try outs, and mentioned a couple others, whom I had also noticed. They had a good eye for the hot ones. When I returned about an hour later, the girls were all back on the field scrimmaging again.

The guys were there too, so I went up and sat in front of them again, listening to their comments. They kept talking about how they wanted to fuck half the team, taking note of the ones they wanted to make the team and be in the college next semester. Brooke was still high on their fuck list, by the way they were talking.

It was about two o'clock when it happened. Brook was charging the net when one of the college girls cut in front of her to get the ball. They collided, and Brooke hit the ground hard, grabbing her right leg as she rolled on the ground in pain. They stopped the action, and the trainer ran out onto the field, and began working on her leg.




Brooke



I got up and ran down to the sidelines to make sure she was ok. My heart was beating hard as I waited for something to happen or someone to say that she was alright. It took several minutes before they got her up, and helped her walk to the sideline. I could tell that Brooke was fighting back the tears, as her face showed that she was in a lot of pain. They got her to the sideline, made a substitution for her, and went back to the scrimmage as the trainer continued working on her leg. Finally, I walked over to her.

"Are you Steven?" the trainer asked me.

"Yeah, I'm her brother. Is she ok?"

"Yeah, I think so. She took a hard fall, but nothing's broken. I think it is a bad cramp in her calf and thigh but nothing serious. She's finished for today, though, but with rest, she should be ok to go tomorrow. Where are you staying?" she asked me. I told her the name of the hotel.

"Don't they have a hot tub there?" she asked me.

"Yeah, they do. We saw it last night when we went to the pool."

"I think the best thing for her would be a good soak in the hot tub. Make her drink plenty of water, and get some rest tonight. I think she'll be ready to practice tomorrow morning, but she's done for today. Can you get her back to the hotel?" she asked.

"Yeah, I can manage," I replied.

"I'll send one of the girls in for her things," she said, while calling one of the college girls over and instructing her to get Brooke's things and bring them back out. Brooke told the girl what locker she had, and the girl ran into the field house.

"I think you'll be fine," the trainer said to Brooke.

"I hope so," Brooke replied.

"I think its more of a cramp than anything, your leg checks out ok. Just take a nice soak in the hot tub and take it easy this evening. We'll see you in the morning."

The girl came out with Brooke's bag and clothes, and I helped her to the car, got her inside, and threw her things into the back seat.

I looked over and saw that Brooke was crying. "You alright?" I asked her.

"I think so," she said, sobbing.

I reached over and rubbed her neck. "Lets get you to the hotel and into the hot tub. You'll be ok. I'll take care of you, sis. Everything will be ok."

"Thanks," she said, still sobbing.

I drove over to the hotel, got Brooke's things, and helped her up to the room. She could walk on her leg, but said that it still hurt.

When we got to the room, Brooke sat down on the side of the bed.

"You want to go down to the hot tub?" I asked her.

"Yeah." she replied. "Can you help me with my suit?"

"My pleasure," I replied as I walked into the bathroom and got her suit. It was hanging along with mine on the shower rod to dry. I brought it into the room and helped Brooke up.

"Can you get out of your clothes?" I asked her.

"Can you help?" she replied.

"Sure," I said as I reached down and unfastened her shorts, pulling them down. Brooke stepped out of them, and I reached for her panties. "These too?" I asked.

"Yeah, I can't wear them with my swim suit."

I pulled her panties down over her hips and down to her feet, and she stepped out of them. I looked up, and her beautiful pussy was right in front of me. I looked at it a second or two, the first time I had seen it this close, and then reached over for her bikini bottom and held it as she stepped into it, while leaning against me. I pulled it up over hips, and over her sweet ass. I stood up and pulled her team shirt over her head and then pulled off her bra. 

"God, those are beautiful," I said to her while looking at her sweet tits.

"Thank you, Steven. Would you mind giving me a nice rub down after the hot tub soak? I think that would help a lot. I hurt all over."

"Yeah, I'd enjoy that too," I replied while I put the top of her suit on her, stuffing her tits into the cups, copping a feel while doing so.

After getting Brooke into her swim suit, I went into the bathroom and got mine. I went back into the bedroom, and in front of Brooke, dropped my shorts and underwear and stepped into my suit.

"Looks like you got a little excited dressing me," Brooke stated, noticing my erection, as I tried to stuff it into my suit.

"You could say that," I said, laughing. "This boy has a mind of his own, and he seems to like you very much," I said as I pulled the front of my suit over my hard cock.

"I like him very much, too," Brooke added.

I grabbed a couple of towels and helped her as we walked to the pool and the hot tub. I dropped our towels on a chair, and the two of us went over to the hot tub. I helped her slide into the tub, and then sat down beside her.

"Do you feel any better?" I asked.

"A little. Would you rub my leg for me?" she asked, lifting her foot up to my lap.

"Sure," I replied, as I started rubbing her injured leg from her foot to her upper thigh. I rubbed it for a long time, before she dropped it back into the hot tub.

"Thanks, Bro," she said. "It really feels a lot better now."

We sat in the hot tub for about thirty or forty minutes, talking about the scrimmage and how well she was doing before she went down.

"I hope I feel like playing tomorrow, I really need to impress them if I want to make the team," she said with a worried look on her face.

"I'm sure you'll be fine," I said, trying to reassure her. "I'll work on that leg when we get back to the room," I promised.

"Thanks, I think I'll need it. It's still sore, but not as bad as it was."

"You hungry?" I asked her.

"Not really, but maybe later you can go get something for me."

"Sure. We can just eat in the room tonight. Thats fine with me."

"Thanks. I think we need to get out now and go back to the room."

"Sure," I replied, getting out of the tub and then helping her out. I grabbed a towel and dried her off, and then put my arm around her waist and helped her back to the room.

"Could you help me get into the shower?" she asked.

"I can manage that," I replied.

When we got to the room, I helped her into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and helped her out of her suit. I knew she was still in pain, and felt like I was taking advantage of her, but I couldn't help but feel her up as I took her suit off. She didn't say anything about it as I rubbed her ass and let my finger brush against her pussy as I pulled her suit down.

"Can you handle the shower?" I asked her.

"Yeah, just help me get in. I can handle it after that."

I helped her into the shower and then closed the curtain. "I'll be here if you need me," I said as I sat down on the commode.

Brooke stayed in the shower about fifteen minutes or more. I watched her through the translucent curtain as she washed her beautiful body and her hair. I threw another erection as I watched her run her hands over her hot body, washing her tits, ass, and bending over to wash her legs. I peeked around the side of the shower curtain and stared at her ass, being able to see her pink hole. She stood back up and rinsed off as I closed the curtain quietly.

"Can you help me out and dry me off?" she asked.

"No problem," I replied as I opened the shower curtain and looked at her beautiful, wet body. I helped her out, and dried her off from head to foot. Brooke took the towel and wrapped it around her, as girls do, and I helped her to the room.

She dropped face down on the bed, and the towel slid up so that it was barely covering her ass.

"There's some of my body lotion on the counter in the bathroom. Put that on my legs and just rub it in, please."

"No problem," I said as I walked into the bathroom and found her lotion. I walked back to the bedroom, and looked at Brooke. She looked so inviting lying there, with her hands folded under her head.

She looked at me and said, "You better take off those clothes, or you'll get lotion all over 'em."

I sat down the lotion, walked over to the chair, and with her watching me closely, took off all my clothes, except for my boxers.

As I started over to Brooke, she said, "You might as well take them off, too. They aren't hiding anything."

I looked down and saw my erection sticking out through the fly of my boxers. "I guess you're right," I said as I slid them down. Now I was standing in front of her as naked as the day I was born.

"That's better. Work my legs now, please."

"Sure thing," I said, grabbing he lotion and walking over to the bed.

I pumped the lotion bottle and spread it over the back of both of her legs, and then started rubbing it in, beginning around her ankles and working my way up.

"God, that feels so fucking good," she said. "Rub my calves and thighs, that where it hurts most, but then I want you to rub down my whole body; I hurt all over."

I rubbed the lotion into her calves, rubbing it in giving her a deep massage while doing so. I rubbed both calves, and then moved up to her thighs, pumping more lotion and rubbing them from her knee to her ass, adding more lotion and rubbing deeper.

"Oh god, keep that up. Rub my thighs, Steven, right here," she said as she reached back and motioned for me to rub the top of her inner thighs, just below her pussy.

Brooke moaned as I continued rubbing, spreading her legs to give me better access to her inner thighs. I let my hand rub up her inner thighs, feeling their softness, until the tip of my fingers brushed against her pussy. Brooke moaned when I touched her, spreading her legs even more.

"That feels so good, Steven. Keep rubbing."

I let my fingers rub around her pussy lips, and then up under her towel and over her ass cheeks. Brooke reached behind her and pulled the towel up to her waist, revealing her ass to me as I pumped lotion on her cheeks and began rubbing it into her flesh, taking my time on her globes softly. She squirmed as I rubbed her ass. I put more lotion on her cheeks, and shot some along her ass crack, and then began rubbing it on, covering both cheeks, and letting my finger run down her crack, rubbing against her hole, while prodding it a little with my finger. I ran my fingers all over her ass and lower back, as we both enjoyed the massage I was giving her.

Brooke reached back and, grabbing hold of the towel, pulled it off and dropped it on the floor beside the bed. She was now lying on the bed completely nude, as I rubbed the lotion into her ass and lower back. I crawled up between her legs, and let my hard cock press against her ass cheeks, sliding up and down between them as I shot lotion onto her shoulders and started rubbing them. I pumped more lotion on her ass crack, and also put some on my hand and lubed up my cock, letting it return between her ass cheeks, sliding it up and down between her crack as I continued rubbing her back and shoulders.

"Oh, yeah, that feels good. Rub every part of me, Steven. That feels so fucking good. Your cock feels good on my ass, too. That's a nice touch."

I continued rubbing the lotion into her back and shoulders, making my way to her neck. My hard cock was still sliding up and down between her ass cheeks as I massaged her. I kept this up for a long time, when Brooke suggested that she turn over so I could get her front side. I didn't argue with that at all. I got off her, and watched as she rolled over, revealing her beautiful pussy and tits to me.

I leaned over and shot lotion on her legs and started rubbing them just like I did the front side. I thoroughly massaged the lotion into her shins and her thighs, and she parted her legs again, giving me access to her inner thighs. I shot lotion onto her thighs and started rubbing them gently, all the way from her knee to her pussy, which I couldn't take my eyes off. I ran my fingers up her thighs and brushed them against her slit, rubbing it gently, making my way to her abdomen. I pushed her legs further apart and then crawled up between her legs and started rubbing lotion into her stomach and then her chest, putting lotion on each of her tits and rubbing it in. Brooke had closed her eyes and was moaning softly as I worked her tits, paying particular attention to her nipples. I moved up higher, until my cock was resting at the entrance to her pussy as I continued rubbing her tits, feeling her soft skin with the tips of my fingers as I traced them along the side of her tits and circling her nipples.

I reached down and grabbed my cock, and began rubbing the head of my cock gently between her pussy lips without penetrating her. I didn't know for sure she really wanted to fuck, but I thought I'd at least get things started. The head of my cock was soaked with pre cum and pussy juice as I slid it up and down on her slit.

"God, that feels great, Steven. Where'd you learn to do that?" She asked.

"Believe it or not, I've never done this before, to anyone."

"Well, you're doing a great job, brother. Keep it up."

I let the head of my cock press against her outer pussy lips as I continued rubbing the lotion into her flesh, adding more as needed, as I felt her luscious tits.

"Rub my neck, too, please," Brooke asked.

I reached up to put some lotion on her upper chest and neck, and as I slid forward, I felt the head of my cock begin to enter her. I leaned forward a bit, and it slid in a bit further. 

I reached forward and started rubbing the lotion around her neck and chest, when Brooke leaned up, wrapped her arms around me, and pulled my face to hers. As I leaned forward to kiss her, my cock slid further into her. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked, wanting to make sure she wanted my cock.

"O god. I've never wanted anything more. I want you inside me, and I want you to cum inside me," she replied as she held me tightly, pulling my face to hers, and sliding her tongue into my mouth, dropping one hand to my ass. As I kissed her, sliding my tongue into her mouth and feeling her tongue in mine, she pulled forward on my ass, causing my cock to fully enter her pussy. I felt my hardness slide into her, and was buried deep in my sisters pussy. Brooke continued kissing me, while at the same time, lifting her ass so that my cock went deeper inside of her. She kissed me harder, licking the inside of my mouth, and then leaned back and said, "Fuck me Steven. Fuck your sister."

I thrust forward, driving my balls deep into her cunt. Brooke lifted up as I drove down, causing me to bottom out inside of her. I pulled out a bit and then slid back in, several times.

"Yeah, that's what I want. Fuck me, Steven, fuck me."

I started fucking my sister harder, driving my hard cock deep inside her, pulling back, and driving back in, while she was bucking her hips driving my cock deep inside.

Brooke brought both arms around my waist, telling me to fuck her harder, which I did.

I pressed my mouth to hers and fucked her harder as I kissed her deeply, feeling her tongue against mine, and her tits pressed against my flesh. My cock kept thrusting inside of her as we fucked hard. Brooke was breathing heavier and her arms were holding me tighter as we fucked. My cock felt so good inside of her, and she was so tight.

I continued fucking her, feeling her tightness and wet pussy surrounding my cock.

Brooke leaned up and whispered in my ear, "You're my first, I want you to know."

That got me fucking harder, knowing that my sister was a virgin. No wonder her pussy was so fucking tight, I though as I continued fucking her.

"God, this is a great first time, Steven. God, this is good," she said while bucking her pussy over my cock.

We continued fucking for a long time, when Brooke started yelling, "I gonna fucking cum, brother. Fuck me harder, I'm gonna fucking cum."

I fucked my sister harder, feeling the walls of her pussy contracting around my cock. I could feel the familiar tingling in my groin, and this time it was not self inflicted as usual. It was because my sister was having an orgasm as I fucked her.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes," Brooke yelled as came on my cock. That's all it took, as my balls started to empty inside of her. I shot several loads of sperm into my sister's cunt before I finished.

I looked down at Brooke, and she had the prettiest expression on her face. I licked mouth, her neck, her chest, and then both of her tits, tasting her and savoring her sweet taste. 

I licked back up to her mouth and kissed her again. I pulled my lips from hers, and stared at her beautiful face.

"God, I'm glad you brought me to try outs, Steven. I've wanted this for a long time."

"I wish you'd told me, Brooke. I'd have fucked you a long time ago."

"It feels so fucking good with you inside of me," she said.

I leaned forward and kissed her again, felt her tits one more time, slid my hands under her ass, and felt her cheeks before I got off her. Looking down at her, I said, "I'm sure glad mom had to work this weekend, and Brooke, I have a confession to make."  

"What's that" she asked.

"The first thing I did when mom asked me to bring you, was to go online and change the reservation from a room with two beds to a room with only one. I wanted to sleep with you, and hoped that it would end up like this."

"Yeah, and we have all night long," she said as she reached over and took my cock in her hand, rubbing it. "We have all night long."



Brooke



It's difficult being a thirty-year-old lesbian in a conservative law firm, especially when you are simply a staff member and not a partner in the firm. Dark suits are expected, even on the female attorneys. This is not one of those progressive start-ups where individuality is encouraged. This firm has been around for more than one hundred years and the culture hasn't changed much from Day One.

None of that history alters the way I feel about certain people that work here; it only affects how I must act in public around those people. Yes, it bothers me to see two young, unmarried lawyers—one male and one female—do their courting in the open while I surreptitiously lust after an attractive woman in the privacy of my office.

For several weeks now, my lust has been directed toward a paralegal ten years older than myself...and married. Of course, Brooke has no clue that I watch every move she makes or that I undress her in my mind while we chat. She has the greatest blonde hair—it's almost white—styled in a pixie cut and bangs. God, I want to run my fingers through it every time I see her, not to mention where else I want my hands on her.

Recently, it got this bad. Brooke asked me for some help on a document and I stood next to her at her desk providing guidance. The entire time, I was sneaking peeks down her blouse at the luscious, full breasts underneath. I could see the edge of her sheer bra. I could see the slope of her tits and the impression of her nipples on the fabric of her shirt.

When we were done I returned to my office and locked myself in. I flung myself onto my chair and unbuttoned my pants. I couldn't get my hand inside fast enough to stroke my aching clit. I leaned back and masturbated for a couple minutes, imagining Brooke's tits without the bra or blouse. I rubbed harder and thought about taking one of her tits into my mouth and sucking on it. Soon, I was arching my back, stifling a squeal as my orgasm began. I allowed a hand to move onto my tit, squeezing the nipple and causing a second surge to flow through my body.

If I was to ever have her to myself, it would have to be a calculated courtship. I would have to make myself virtually impossible to reject and that sounded pretty daunting based on my experiences outside the office. Brooke actually made it a little easier by inviting me to lunch a couple days later. Nobody was more surprised than me and I was nervous as we walked to the diner of my choice, a place where I knew we could talk without being overheard.

We settled in and ordered, chatting about work-related stuff with Brooke dominating the discussion. Then she asked: "Do you have any hobbies, Traci?"

My ability to be blunt has cost me friends in the past, but it's a habit I find hard to break. So, I replied, "Well, I like cycling...and eating...and writing porn."

I've always considered Brooke to be pretty cool, but I have to give her credit for accepting my answer with a mere rising of her eyebrows and a grin.

"Really? What kind? I mean, what are the topics you write about?"

It wasn't the reply I expected, but jumped on the opportunity to proceed.

"Oh, usually couples or incest. But I think lesbian stories are my favorite," I said calmly.

"Why's that?" Brooke said.

"Because I don't think enough women appreciate the fulfillment that can be achieved in a relationship with another woman," I said. "Especially married women. A married woman is normally resigned to keeping her husband happy at her own expense. It's all about him. Then they get older and the sex gets boring and eventually they are in a sexless marriage. A woman knows what it takes to satisfy another woman. They give AND receive the type of sex they want and both parties benefit. Simply put: the sex is better."

"Don't you consider it cheating on your spouse if a married woman has a relationship with another woman?" Brooke asked.

I shrugged and said, "Perhaps. I'd rather look at it as living a full life without harming your spouse. What harm is done if you find sexual satisfaction with another woman when you and your husband provide nothing more than security to each other? The sex is either dead or dying. Obtaining personal sexual gratification with somebody else should actually relieve some of the tension in the marriage."

Our food arrived and I watched Brooke eat a little, but more often she pushed the food around with her fork while in deep thought. Maybe this was actually working.

"Do the women in your story know each other when they meet?" Brooke asked.

"Yes," I said quickly. "I mean, it's almost impossible to go up to a total stranger and strike up a conversation and have that turn into a relationship."

"Do you know that from experience?"

I smiled and said, "Kind of."

After a pause to take a bite, she said, "Are you a lesbian, Traci?"

"Well, technically, I guess I'm bisexual," I responded. "I had sex with guys when I was a lot younger. It was OK, I guess. I normally didn't have an orgasm, but they did and they left happy. Then a girlfriend introduced me to lesbian sex and I've preferred that ever since."

"What kinds of women attract you?"

I knew what I was about to say could very well end the lunch, but nobody ever accused me of being shy.

"I like mature women. Not grannies, but somebody older than me. Intelligent and witty. Thin, with average breasts...not too big. A little waist and tiny ass. Long legs and short hair."

I had described her perfectly and Brooke avoided making eye contact once she realized it. I'm pretty sure I saw her blush.

"Are they hard to find?" she asked.

"Damn right. So I tend to stalk them when I find them."

Brooke laughed, but I sensed a touch of nervousness in the sound. Then she said, "What happens in your stories? Do they end up happy?"

"Every time," I said. "Both women realize how wonderful the bond is between them and, of course, the sex is fantastic."

After a long pause, Brooke said, "I would think it's hard to tell if you are sexually attracted to another woman."

I replied, "Oh, not at all. What's the difference between that and being attracted to a guy? You either feel it or you don't. Granted, at first it's mostly a physical attraction. But then you find it becomes emotional and that's when the real relationship begins. But trust me, that initial physical attraction is fantastic."

Brooke changed the topic and I came back from lunch with mixed feelings about how it went. At times I definitely had the impression I had struck a nerve with Brooke and other times I had the impression she thought I was crazy. Either way, I wanted her and I wasn't about to give up the pursuit.

In less than twenty four hours, I had an answer to the question of how the lunch went. Brooke and I both get to the office well before most other people. There's an hour in the morning where we almost have the place to ourselves, although on some days we never see each other. This time, Brooke came to the door of my office, waited for me to say 'Hi', and then entered my office, closing the door behind her. It happened so fast I barely had time to feel my heart begin to race.

"What's up, Brooke?" I asked, leaning back in my chair.

She wore a typical outfit for her—a simple blouse and black slacks that hugged her small frame.

"I...I thought all night about what we talked about at lunch," she began, still standing at the door. "I'm happy for you that you've been able to sort out what is rewarding for you and what isn't. And I think it's cool that you can write about that. I just, well, I couldn't stop thinking about what you said about relationships, especially in a marriage."

When she paused, I said, "What part, Brooke?"

"Everything you said about sex in a marriage has happened to me," she said. The expression on her face indicated how hard it was for her to say it. "The desire is gone and all we do is make each other feel comfortable in our routine. There...there has to be more, Traci, and I think you started me thinking about...things. Like how I feel about other people."

"Sit down, Brooke," I said, pointing to the only extra chair I had.

"No, that's alright. Thanks. I don't want to take up much of your time..."

I stood up and walked toward her, not exactly sure what I was about to say. But knowing it was important I did this right. I stopped before getting into what I thought was her personal space.

"Take as much of my time as you want. I can tell this makes you nervous, Brooke. Tell me what you mean by your feelings about other people," I said.

Her entire body language shouted uneasiness. She moved her arms awkwardly and played with the rings on her fingers as she talked.

"I guess I can't get over the feeling of...of guilt...if I allowed myself to, um, be attracted to another person besides my husband," she stammered. "It's like I'd be hiding something from him if I let myself do that...even if it was a woman."

Brooke may have felt confused about her feelings, but I didn't and I couldn't look at her stunning face and body much longer without having them. I moved closer.

"I think if you'd allow yourself to experience it one time you would have a better idea of how you really feel," I said in a soft voice.

I reached out and lightly brushed the bangs on her forehead with my fingertips. It was a first touch, but an important one. She didn't budge. I traced the outline of her face down to her chin, never taking my eyes off hers. I inched closer until our bodies barely touched. I leaned in and kissed her cheek for just an instant.

"Relax," I whispered.

"Somebody might..."

I reached around her and locked the door, pressing my body against her in the process. I put my hand on the side of her face and held it there. When I removed it, I put my lips on hers. Neither of us tried to turn it into anything else.

I pulled back slightly and said, "Kiss me, Brooke."

This time I knew she meant it. Brooke tilted her head and spread her lips, permitting me to trace them with my tongue. I swore I wasn't going to touch her so soon, but my hands were naturally drawn her to her and I put them on her waist. Almost immediately, her tongue was joining mine and the kiss turned more intense. It lasted longer than I expected.

"I didn't mean to come in here and...and...," Brooke started to say.

"And what? Kiss me?"

"That, too," she said. We were still close enough to kiss again and she said, "What happens in your stories next, Traci?"

"Well, the experienced woman tries to calm down the married one."

"How does she do that...because this married woman is very, very nervous."

I responded by kissing my way down her face and onto her neck. I spread the collar of her blouse and moved to the front. Then I unbuttoned one button and waited for her reaction. When nothing was said or done, I kissed the newly revealed skin and opened one more button. Now the top of her breasts and the edge of her bra came into view.

"You're not helping to calm me down, Traci," Brooke told me.

"Should I stop?"

A long pause was followed with, "No."

The blouse was now opened below her breasts and I kissed the inside of her tits, licking them just a little before stopping. I continued unbuttoning until I reached her pants. I lifted the blouse out of them and finished with the last two buttons. I let it hang loose and kissed Brooke for just a second or two.

"Feel better, yet?" I asked her with a grin.

"Oh, sure. Lots," Brooke answered sarcastically.

I moved my hands to the opening in her blouse and put my fingers on the bare skin below her breasts. I could feel her entire body tense up at my touch, but she allowed me to slide them up and onto the sides of her tits. Her bra was thin and I was able to massage her breasts easily. Then I slipped my hands behind her and unhooked the bra.

Brooke anxiously slid her tongue along her lips and I felt her breathing become short and quick. She was definitely still uneasy about all this. I moved my hands back to her breasts and slowly used my fingers to push up her bra. Soon, I had my palms on her nipples. Brooke gasped just barely loud enough for me to hear. Maybe it was more of a long, hard breath than a gasp, but it was a reaction, for sure. I lifted the bra far enough to expose her breasts.

I wish I knew what Brooke was thinking as I gazed longingly at her beautiful small, but firm, tits. I knew what I was thinking and leaned down so I could run my tongue over her left nipple. Brooke was now back against the door, using it to prop herself up. I kissed her breast before putting my lips on her nipple. Then I opened my mouth and slowly took in as much as I could, letting my tongue swipe at the ever-enlarging nipple.

"Ohhhh, Traci," she muttered.

I sucked harder, eventually moving over to the other breast.

"Traci, no. Please."

I stood up again and looked into her wide eyes.

"Do you feel that all the way through your body, Brooke?" I said quietly. "Do you feel it between your legs when I suck on your nipple?"

She could only nod.

I said, "Imagine if I bit it softly with my teeth, Brooke. And put my hand on your pussy so I could rub your clit. Imagine what that would feel like."

I kissed her long and hard instead of letting her answer. Then I put the bra back in place and fastened it. I leisurely buttoned her blouse and let her tuck it into her slacks.

"Think about what that would feel like," I told her. "Come back tomorrow and let me know if it is something you'd like to try. Oh, and don't wear a bra when you come to see me. OK?"

She never said a word before opening the door and leaving, although the look on her face was one I'd never seen before. It was a mixture of lust, shock, and bewilderment. But I believed her when she indicated she felt something. I was happy for her.

Somehow I managed to make it home without masturbating after the short encounter with Brooke. When I finally got into bed that night, it didn't take long for me to have my hand on my pussy, thinking about Brooke's tits, and rubbing my clit until I came three times. God, I was moaning and rolling on the bed with images of Brooke flying through my brain. She was consuming my world and even the remotest possibility that we might start a relationship made me...well, tomorrow might tell us a lot. Brooke would either decide it wasn't right for her or...or... I made myself cum one more time.

I heard Brooke's footsteps before I saw her at the door to my office. I was standing behind my desk chair, smiling at the sight of her. She wore a casual top with long sleeves, almost like a sweater. I thought, just maybe, I saw a hint of her nipples. As usual, she had pants on.

Brooke closed the door...but didn't lock it.

"I want to talk, Traci," she said. "Sit down."

It was a preemptive strike that didn't bode well. She sat in the 'guest' chair and crossed her legs. I faced her in my chair.

"Traci, I'm not going to tell you that yesterday wasn't...stimulating," she began. "It WAS in many ways. You are obviously very good at knowing how to please a woman."

I'm used to my supervisor 'sandwiching' negative comments between two good ones. It sounded to me as if this was going to be Brooke's approach.

She continued: "But I need to know the consequences of progressing down that path. I'm not talking about what happens to the women in your fictional stories. I want to know what happens in real life if a married woman of my age starts a liaison with somebody your age...and sex. What are the emotional costs that have to be paid, Traci?"

It certainly wasn't what I expected her to say or ask. It also sounded as if the door was still open if I played this right.

"Well, I think that all depends on your mindset," I told her. "You can persuade yourself that it is basically wrong and is cheating, the result of which will be a heavy emotional cost no matter the physical enjoyment you get out of it. Or you can open your mind to the fact life is full of surprises and that one of them might be that another woman can give you total satisfaction when a man can't. In that case, there is no cost. Everything is gained, including an introduction to a world you didn't even know existed before yesterday. You may get several shots at this in your lifetime, Brooke. But when are you ever going to be younger than today?"

I was getting used to her long periods of silence during our conversations. This one was like waiting for a jury to return a verdict.

"But how do I know if I'm only attracted to you for the sexual pleasure?" she finally said. "That's pretty selfish on my part."

"Quit thinking like a man," I said emphatically, "As I told you at lunch, when two women are in a relationship they tend to give and receive equally. It comes naturally if you truly love the person. You'll WANT to please the other person as much as they please you. It doesn't always happen the first time they're together, or even the second. But, given time, if the treatment is fair on both sides, it comes naturally."

"If it DOES happen the first time," Brooke said almost shyly, "is that a good sign?"

I laughed and said, "Yes, that's a good sign. Did it happen?"

Brooke answered, "You told me not to wear a bra the next time."

She lifted her top just enough to show me she did not have a bra on. I smiled.

Brooke said, "I wanted to make you happy yesterday, but...but...I didn't know how, Traci. Can you teach me?"

My heart was racing so hard I felt it pounding.

"I promised you yesterday I'd let you know what it feels like. Let me do that and you'll begin to understand," I said.

I stood up and Brooke was on her feet before I got to her. She locked the door.

"Over here," I said, signaling with my finger for her to join me.

I was close to the only bare wall in my office. I had her stand with her back to the wall and then I kissed her. There were no preliminaries this time. We both moaned as our tongues met and our arms wrapped around each other. I forced her back against the wall while my hands glided inside her top. I eagerly found her breasts and kneaded them. Brooke initiated another kiss while I pulled and squeezed her nipples, her muffled moans increasing in volume at the same time.

I pulled up the top and sucked on her tits. Brooke held my head in place with her hand and I took the first little bite of her nipple.

"Oh my God, Traci!"

That's all the incentive I needed to move a hand to the top of her pants. I found a button and then the zipper. Backing away for just an instant, I got her pants opened. Then I returned my mouth to her breasts and slid a hand inside her panties. As I expected, Brooke was already warm and wet.

"Now, I want you to just relax and let me take care of things," I whispered into her ear. "I'm going to make you cum, Brooke. Don't resist it."

Even after saying that, I felt her body attempt to pull away from my hand when my fingers made first contact with her clit. That's why the wall was there. I pushed her against it harder and sucked on her tits while my hand rubbed her ever-enlarging clit. It took a minute for her tension to diminish, but when it did I saw her push down slightly on her pants to loosen them and give my hand more room. At the same time, she spread her legs a little.

I put a finger inside her pussy and got it wet. I was kissing Brooke when I did it and her moan of approval was a good sign. I slid the finger back up and used it on her clit even harder and faster than before. Now Brooke's body was rocking in rhythm with my hand, even pushing out against it as if she was trying to fuck it. I obliged by putting two fingers inside her before returning to her throbbing nub.

I was able to put my other hand down the back of her pants and grip her ass. God, her cheek was so small and round and firm. I ground my pussy against her leg in an effort to relieve the ache, but my own orgasm would have to wait.




Brooke



Brooke was getting closer. I could tell by the sounds she made and the quivering of her body. My soaking wet fingers pressed harder. I knew if I could just lick it one time she would cum. But then she let me know it wouldn't be necessary...this time.

"Traci! Oh God, Traci. You really are going to...yes, yes! Right there!"

I leaned down and bit on her nipple. I felt Brooke suppress a shriek. I bit again and that did it.

"Yes! Now. Now! I'm...cumming."

What a sensation it was to feel her entire body explode for the first time at the hands of another woman. Brooke thrust her hips forward and I rubbed her as hard as I could. She was panting louder as wave after wave of delight flowed through her body. When I thought it was ending, I sucked on her tits and plunged more fingers into her pussy. She came again. And again.

Eventually, she collapsed into my arms and we kissed with my hands on her ass.

"I didn't come in here to do that," Brooke said.

"But you didn't stop me."

"I...I couldn't," she said.

"Brooke, one of the things you're going to have to do is be honest with yourself," I told her while she closed up her slacks again. "I think you came in here knowing that we might do something. It's why you didn't wear a bra. It's why you asked me to teach you. Part of you wants to do this and part of you is fighting it. For this to work, you have to be one hundred percent committed."

She sighed and sat down. I returned to my desk chair.

Brooke said, "How do I do that?"

I thought for a second to make sure I worded it correctly, and then told her, "We need a better location than this and a lot more time. We need to meet privately."

Brooke fiddled with her rings again before looking up at me, saying, "My husband is away on business all week. I have the house to myself."

She paused and said, "Can you come over some evening after work?"

I tried not to leap from my chair and throw myself on top of her. My smile probably gave me away.

"Yes, I can, if that is really what you want."

"It is," she said. Then, she grinned and said, "Any special instructions for me this time?"

It didn't take long to answer that one. It was what I was already thinking.

"Wear something sexy."

"Only if you will," she replied.

"Deal."

It was two days before we were to meet at Brooke's place and it seemed to me she tried hard to avoid me at work. I knew it wasn't possible for her to be more excited about our date than I was and her actions at work made me think she was feeling a combination of excitement and trepidation. I prayed she would not back out at the last instant.

She did not. I drove home after work on the day we were to meet and anxiously changed into a dress I rarely had the nerve to wear. It was ridiculously short with a plunging neckline, taut waistline, and loose flowing skirt. I put on a pair of bikini panties and decided against a bra. I felt obscene and hoped Brooke appreciated it.

She, of course, had the advantage of playing the hostess and when I arrived at her house, I was delighted to see her wearing a silky, short, black nightshirt that buttoned down the front. She looked stunning.

I removed my coat and Brooke said, "Wow. You look great, Traci. I'm shocked you don't wear that at work."

"Oh, sure. I'd be terminated before lunch," I replied.

"But you could have any guy you wanted," Brooke said as we walked into the family room.

"If I wanted," I said.

Brooke sat in a large recliner with one leg pulled up under her. The shirt scarcely covered her pussy and ass and she had to notice my gaze. I took the couch and crossed my legs, knowing I was showing almost as much. We talked for a short while until Brooke brought drinks and snacks out of the kitchen. Neither of us are big alcohol drinkers, so it was soft drinks for both of us and that was fine with me. I was going to need all of my senses if the evening went the way I hoped.

Brooke offered to take me on a tour of the rather large house and I readily accepted. I don't believe in a sixth sense, but there was something occurring during the beginning of that tour. You could feel the magnetism between us increasing. With each passing minute I wanted more and more to take her in my arms. I thought if we simply touched one time we would both engulf the other.

We arrived at one of the extra bedrooms and were just inside the door. Brooke looked at me while she spoke, but I didn't hear a word. Our eyes said everything.

"Have you ever used this room?" I asked her.

"As a bedroom? No."

"I think you should. Right now."

She had to have been feeling the same magnetism because our kiss was instantaneous and incredibly passionate.

"Undress me, Brooke."

I wanted to make sure she was into this completely and not just receiving my love. I was surprised to watch her run her hands up the front of my chest, inside the dress, before forcing the straps off my shoulders. Then she reached back and unzipped it. I never felt as good about having a woman watch my breasts appear as I did when Brooke slid the dress to my waist. She stared for the longest time and then let the dress fall to the floor. Her fingers slid over my breasts but didn't linger. She pulled down my panties and took them off. I was naked and very, very horny.

"Lick my breasts, Brooke. Just like I did yours."

At first I wasn't sure she would do it. I don't think SHE was sure she would do it until, finally, her face came to my tits. Her first kiss was tentative. Then a slight lick, followed by another. When I rested my hand in her hair, she took a breast into her mouth and sucked on it. I was in heaven already and we'd just started. This was going to be great.

I remembered my first time with a woman and how confused I felt. My mind spun with all kinds of thoughts: 'This isn't right,' or 'Am I normal?', and especially 'Why do I enjoy this so much?' I wondered what Brooke was thinking at that moment.

So I asked her.

"Are you OK?" I said.

She responded, "A week ago I would have said you were crazy if you said we'd be doing this. Does it mean I'm...I mean, I'm married, Traci. I don't understand why I think it's OK to be doing this."

"You have to stop thinking in terms of having to fit into a sexual role just because you are a married woman, Brooke," I told her. "You are a woman, period, with emotions and wants and needs. It's OK to be doing this because it will be equal parts giving and receiving once we really get started."

She looked at me and said, "We haven't started, yet?"

I laughed and said, "Not by a long shot."

With that, I began to unbutton her shirt. As soon as it was open, I pulled it off and admired her beautiful, mature body. I suppose there's nothing wrong with skinny little teenage girls, but there's something about a forty-year-old woman's body that can't be matched when she had gone to the lengths that Brooke obviously had to maintain it. Before we got 'started,' I wanted to savor her.

I pulled her to me and we kissed, my hands exploring every inch of that body. I loved the feeling of her full tits pressing against mine; and, the roundness of her ass; and, the soft skin everywhere. When we were done, I took her hand and led her to the bed.

"We'll take our time, Brooke," I said.

"I don't know if I can."

"There's no need to rush this," I assured her. "Just enjoy it."

We got on the bed together, lying on our sides, facing each other with virtually no space between us. I was happy to watch Brooke cup my tits for a moment, but then move her hand down to my pussy. It was important that she felt confident enough to touch me anywhere she wanted. It was a good start.

I tried to help by inching down and sucking on her tits. Her moans convinced me we could proceed and, even better, her fingers sought out my clit. Now she was getting into it.

"I want to make you cum first," Brooke said to my surprise. "It may not be done the way you like, but I want to try."

I smiled and answered, "Do what feels right. It'll be fine."

It was her turn to lick and suck my breasts with her hand still between my legs. I rolled onto my back and Brooke took that opportunity to slide a finger inside me. I spread my legs and sighed when she went back to clit. It would have been perfectly fine with me if all she did was masturbate me until I came. In fact, I was half prepared for that. So, my pulse quickened when Brooke began to move lower until she was licking the inside of my thigh.

I wished there could have been a way for me to tell her that there was no way she could screw this up. I knew she was nervous about making me happy, but God I was ready to cum and she hadn't even done much yet. Hopefully the massive climax I knew was coming would give her a hint that I loved her.

After what seemed an eternity, Brooke finally put her lips on my pussy and I arched my back to accept them.

"Oh yes, Brooke. Lick me right there," I said as guidance.

She wasn't applying nearly enough pressure for my liking, but the realization that her tongue was floating over my clit was enough for now. I let her go at her own pace, feeling my body slowly build toward an orgasm. She widened the area she was licking and even closed her mouth around my clit at one point. I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her closer. I didn't want to scare her, but she seemed eager to pick up the pace.

"That is SO good. Just like that," I honestly told her.

The next few minutes were pure delight. Brooke got better. My body got closer and I kept reassuring her verbally. Soon, she had to feel the shaking as I started to lose control. I raised my hips and she licked faster.

"Oh God. God! Yes, Brooke!"

She reached up and grabbed a tit. I squeezed the other nipple and my body exploded.

"Yes! Yesssss!"

It truly was one of the best orgasms I ever had, knowing who it was that caused it. Brooke was wonderful in the way she managed to keep contact with my clit, holding me in place the best she could despite my rocking and rolling on the bed. I think I came twice, but my mind wasn't exactly working right at that point.

I had to squirm away from her face to get her to stop, God bless her, and Brooke just lingered down there, kissing my thighs and pussy and stomach. Soon, she was on top of me in my arms.

I rolled her over and began to explore her body from top to bottom. I think by the time—several long minutes later—I was ready for her pussy, she was about to scream at me to let her cum. It didn't take much. Her orgasm went on and on and I could only believe that I probably had a convert on my hands. Brooke was, indeed, ready for sex with another woman on a continual basis.

Eventually, we left the bedroom and remained naked as we sat on the family room couch and talked. Of course, that led to another session not long afterwards. There was no more discussion of muddled feelings that evening...and work would never be the same for either of us.