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A Sister's Seduction Ch. 01

By: cindyexposed



 This is a work of fiction and all characters are over 18.

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Although a quarter of a century has passed since these incidents occurred, it seems like only yesterday that they happened. I have never related these events to another living soul until now. To the best of my knowledge, my brother and I are the only people who are aware of our time of discovery together. And now I share these events with you...

Yes, I suspect it is a combination of shame and guilt that have kept either Gary or me from sharing these experiences with even our closest friends, or even with our spouses. These events had a profound impact on my life, my psyche' and my future sexual desires. They shaped who I am and what arouses me.

I did not expect nor desire what happened. I would never have predicted that my first, and possibly my most enjoyable, sexual encounter of my life would be shared with my brother.

I asked that the readers try to suspend judgment as they read of this story of sexual discovery that felt completely fulfilling, beautiful and intimate to me as I made this journey. I ask that you try to understand that many 'sins' that we commit are simply because we are placed into a situation that adequately tempt us. I ask that the readers recognize this story for what it is, a beautiful and emotionally draining, but guilt ridden, sexual awakening. An awakening that society has deemed completely inappropriate, yet one I still find incredibly arousing.

As a young girl, I was tempted and I succumbed.

One final point, I confess that as I write this I am becoming aroused and excited by these memories. Yes, as I start to record my sexual discovery with my brother, I am acutely aware of my pulse in my now erect clitoris, and the distinct wetness of my vagina. My nipples are erect, and I am leaking into the gusset of my panties at the very thought of these events.

Yes, despite the shame and guilt I feel, these memories arouse me more than you can imagine, even today. I am certain that as I tell my story, and relive these intimate events, I will stop occasionally to relieve my excitement by masturbating. I want you to share my excitement, so whenever I do stop to masturbate, I will make note of it in the story with a comment: (masturbation break), so you will know when I have felt the need to release my tensions and have a climax.

It was the spring of 1990. I was a senior in high school and had just turned 18. My body was still developing. My hormones were raging. I was acutely aware of my clitoris and my nipples seemed to be perpetually erect. 

Unfortunately, for a variety of reasons, I was not the girl of choice among the limited assortment of teenage boys at my high school.

Perhaps it was because I was a straight 'A' student, whom the teachers seemed to love but many other students seem to resent. Perhaps it was the fact that I had shot up to nearly six foot tall, and towered over most of the boys in my class. Perhaps it was because while my figure was now developing, and my breasts while perky and firm, they were a rather small, 'B' cup; I was not the voluptuous symbol of sexy many adolescent boys desire. Perhaps it was the fact that I was a female athlete and not a 'girly girl' that many of the boys seemed to seek out. Or perhaps it was because I was basically shy and had trouble with the witty but cuttingly sarcastic banter that the popular kids seemed to have mastered so effectively.

Regardless of the reason, mine was a lonely existence as I prepared to graduate and move on to college next year. Fortunately, I discovered the wonders of masturbation, and that helped me keep my sanity and alleviate the constant desire that centered around my loins. Yes, I had become very good friends with my clitoris. I had mastered the key to achieving very pleasant, but private, orgasms before falling off to sleep most nights.

As I grew from an adolescent girl to a young woman, I was absolutely obsessed with being seen and treated as a mature adult. Nothing infuriated me as much as being perceived as a child, or a little girl, who was not taken seriously. This was particularly true in my relationship with my older brother. I desperately wanted to be 'grown up'; perhaps I wanted this a little bit too much.

My family situation was fairly normal. Gary was a year older than me and a freshman at a university located about an hour and a half from our home. Gary was home for spring break. I had not seen him since Christmas and was thrilled to have him home. 

Gary was a gifted athlete who had been the second leading scorer on the high school basketball team. He had enjoyed the adoration of the entire school as a star basketball player, but now he was just now coming to grips with the fact he was not the celebrity at college that he had been in high school. 

Over Christmas, Gary had confessed that he missed the attention he enjoyed previously, and lamented that he may never get that feeling again. The thought seemed to depress him. 

Both my parents worked in demanding professional jobs. They both traveled, leaving me alone often. On occasion, their work would take them away over night at the same time, leaving me to fend for myself for a day or two. I was basically trustworthy. By 'basically trustworthy' I mean, I would not do anything too terribly stupid or outrageous. To be perfectly honest, I had experimented with pot and alcohol, as almost all kids will; however I would never drive impaired, or drive with anyone who was impaired. Also, I would never have a group of kids over the house while my parents were away. In short, I knew where the boundaries were and could stay within them.

Gary and I were close as siblings, but we also typically respected each other's space and privacy. We fought occasionally, but we had a closeness and bond that only siblings can understand. We both realized that no one else could ever see the world from our vantage point; as the only two children of our parents. In short, I missed him when he left for college, particularly when both parents were away on business and I was home alone for several days.

It was a Wednesday evening in early April, 1990, and Gary was going to be home for a little more than a week, when both mom and dad were called away on separate business trips. Mom would return on Friday, and dad was away for about a week. This left Gary and me alone at home for the next two nights. I was glad he was home and I would not be alone. 

On the first night, we shared a casserole that mom had left us. Afterward, Gary went out to the back patio by the pool, and lit a joint. This was a fairly brazen thing for him to do. I was not aware of any other time he had smoked pot at home; certainly never in my presence.

I was not shocked or offended, but I was intrigued. I did not want to come across as the little kid sister who might 'squeal to mom and dad', but I did want to understand what was going on with my brother.

"Gary, what gives? You probably shouldn't be doing that at home. What if the parental units find out? You'll be toast," I cautioned.

"They will never know a thing, sis. I wouldn't do this in the house. But out here by the pool, there really is no risk," he replied.

Obviously, he had grown more bold since leaving for college. 

We had a nice pool and Jacuzzi in a fenced backyard. It was secluded and private. Someone would have to make a concerted effort to spy over the six foot wooden fence through the lush landscaping to see anything we were up to in our yard.

"But you never smoked at home before. What gives?" I pressed further.

"I don't know. I guess I am pretty bummed out about school. I am struggling in a couple of my math and finance courses. I am not sure I am cut out for college. I guess I am nervous about having to start to grow up. I have had a pretty good time in high school. What if this is as good as it gets for me? What it everything is down hill from here."

Gary 's comments struck me as odd. I could not wait to grow up, go away to college, become an adult, and be treated as such. Gary seemed to dread the transition to adulthood.

Gary took another hit and then offered the joint to me. I hesitated for a moment, not really wanting to get stoned on a school night, but then took the joint and drew the magic smoke into my lungs, holding it deeply for maximum effect. "We shouldn't be doing this Gary."

"Liz, we are not hurting a soul. I am going to have a beer. You want one?" my older brother offered.

"Won't dad notice if some are missing?" I cautioned.

"He never has. He has about a case and a half in the 'frig in the garage. If we do not get greedy, he won't miss a thing." Gary returned moments latter with four beers, and handed one to me.

I have to admit, I felt very mature, sitting on the patio sharing a joint and beer with my older brother who was home from college, as we talked about his college experiences. Gary had three beers to my one. He stood up, and walked over to the control panel for the pool and hot tub.

"I am going to temp the hot tub up. Care to join me?" he offered.

I simply shrugged. I was enjoying this closeness with my older brother, and the feeling associated with being treated like an equal by him. It was a unique feeling for me. I wanted this evening to continue.

After turning on the spa heater, Gary went to the garage and got four more beers. He handed me one, and quickly downed his first. He then prepared another joint. I could see that my older brother was intent upon getting just a little 'fucked up' this evening. Since he was on spring break, and did not have to get up for class in the morning, there was really no harm done. On the other hand, I had to attend school the next morning.

We shared the second joint and I finished my second beer. I was feeling relaxed and content, my head was swirling slightly. The pot and beer had me in a state of euphoria. I could hear Gary slurring his words every so slightly, revealing that the pot and beer was effecting him as well.

"Liz, let's get in the hot tub," Gary suggested.

"Okay, I'll get my suit on," I replied.

"Sis, we don't need suits. Let's go skinny dipping. Let's be a little naughty," Gary said with a gleam in his eyes.

I blushed deeply at the thought. "Oh, Gary, I can't do that. I would be too embarrassed. We need to keep our underwear on at least," I protested.

"Liz, you are such a cute little prude. Okay, we'll keep our underwear on; just to make you happy," Gary said as he finished his last beer. He stood, kicked off his shoes, and stripped off his socks. He then walked to the hot tub while pulling his t-shirt over his head and unbuckling his jeans, stepping out of them and tossing them on a chair by the pool.

I sat silently studying my brother's impressive physique as he stood in his plaid colored boxers with his back to me. His broad shoulders and muscular legs appealed to me. Gary had become a fine specimen of male anatomy. He had a certain muscular and athletic shape that reminded me of those statues from ancient Greece mythology. Yes, I had to admit that I had a 'school girl crush' on my older brother. 

(up until this moment, this crush was not really sexual in nature. It was more an adoration coupled with a feeling of inferiority towards my brother. He was better looking, sexier, and more desirable that I felt. I wished I had his appeal.)

As he stepped in the spa, I could see a couple of inches of his flaccid penis poking out his boxers' pants leg. Gary climbed into the spa in his underwear.

I must confess, I was woefully inexperienced sexually. The brief glimpse of his penis extending out of the leg of his boxers was the first penis I had ever seen, and despite the fact that it belonged to my brother, I felt a strange twinge in my vagina as my clitoris began to stiffen at this surreal situation. I was pretty sure that the first cock a girl saw was not supposed to be her brother's. Nonetheless, mine was.

I sat there for several seconds, unable to move. Gary moved to the opposite side of the spa and called out, "Come on 'Lizard-breath', come join me, the water is perfect."

'Lizard breath' was the nickname he gave me for my real name, 'Elizabeth'. It was the closest show of affection that he could muster at this moment.

I wanted to join my brother and to continue relating to him as an equal. I liked the 'grown up, adult feeling' I was experiencing this evening. I did not want it to end too quickly.

I could feel my face burning red, and my heart pounding in my chest. I slowly arose, and walked towards the spa. I kicked off my sandals, and nervously unbuckled my shorts. My hands were actually shaking. I could not seem to release the metal button to remove my shorts. I looked up at Gary to see if he was aware of my nervousness; I wondered if he could see my trembling fingers as I struggled with the clasp. He did not seem to notice. 

Finally, after an inordinate amount of fumbling with it, I released the snap and lowered the zipper. I pulled my light tan shorts over my slightly, round bottom and let them fall to the ground. 

I stood there in front of my brother in my panties and t-shirt.

I was emotionally torn. I wanted so badly to be viewed as a mature woman, to be treated as an equal by my older brother. Somehow, getting in the hot tub wearing just our underwear seemed wicked and wrong. However, despite being emotionally torn, my desire, or perhaps need to show Gary that I was 'all grown up' overcame my apprehension.

I stood motionless, trying to process this situation. There was no denying the fact that my brother, stripped down to his underwear in the hot tub, had my vagina and clitoris at full attention. I could feel myself starting to leak into the gusset of my pale green cotton panties. I felt so naughty and bad, but I liked the wicked excitement of this. Despite my internal conflicts, I had no desire to retreat.

As I recall the events of this fateful evening, I also know that the beers and the pot had impaired my judgment and lowered my inhibitions. If I had not smoked those joints with my brother and drank those beers, I likely would have had the good sense to politely decline Gary's invitation to join him in the spa. But in my euphoric state, I could not seem to say 'no'. In my slightly impaired state, the excitement and temptation were simply too great.

"Come on sis, join me," Gary beckoned.

Nervously, I pulled my shirt over my head, and stood in front of Gary wearing only pale green cotton panties and matching cotton bra. There was nothing overtly sexy or revealing about them; nonetheless, I felt quite exposed.

I realized that my little breasts barely filled the 'B' cup of the bra, but my nipples were hard as pebbles. They poked through the material of my bra plainly for Gary to see.

I saw Gary looking at me and smiling. "I know, my little titties are pretty unimpressive, huh?" I said in a self deprecating manner to hide my embarrassment and nervousness.

"Nonsense, Sis, you are getting a great figure. You are really starting to look good."

Gary was staring at me appreciatively. Gary looked at me with a combination of lust and admiration that I had not experienced before. I am ashamed to admit that I enjoyed his gaze. At that moment, I felt pretty, even sexy, for the first time in my young life. My skin felt like it was on fire, burning crimson under my older brother's gaze and his compliment of my budding bosoms.

I smiled demurely, and said nothing. I climbed into the spa in my bra and panties. A moment after I climbed in the water, Gary's expression changed to a bit of surprise and then a broad smile broke across his face.

"What?" I asked, confused by his expression.

"Nothing," he said, but his smile grew even broader.

"No seriously, Gary; what is it." There was a nervousness in my voice. I feared that I was soon to be made the butt of a cruel joke.

"Well, don't get self-conscious on me, but have you heard the expression 'wet t-shirt'?" Gary said through a large smirk. "Well, I just learned that some bras act the same way."

I looked down at my pale green cotton bra had all but disappeared in the wetness of the sap. My nipples and areolas were plainly visible under the diaphanous wet cotton material of my bra. I assumed my panties were behaving in a similar manner, but the water provided some cover of modesty for my adolescent vagina. But with the water level 'chest high', my tiny breasts and erect nipples seemed to float on the surface of the water. My breasts could not be any more exposed if I were topless.

"Oh, my god, Gary," I said as I crossed my arms up to cover my breasts.

"Come on Liz. Don't be silly. You look good, I mean you look really good. Relax. Let me enjoy the view."

"Gary, don't make fun of me. I know they are tiny." I honestly thought he was laughing at my small breasts.

"Elizabeth, I am telling you. You look good, very good. You have nothing to be ashamed of..."

I gave him a look of pure disbelief. "Gary, please, not tonight, don't tease me." I kept my arms folded across my chest.

Gary remained silent for a moment, contemplating what to say or do next.

"You don't believe me? Just look at this..." Gary said as he slowly stood up.

I could not help letting a very audible gasp escape from my lips. There was a huge tent forming in Gary's boxer shorts. His penis was growing erect. I do not mean just a little firm. My brother's penis was throbbing to full attention in front of my very eyes.

"Oh, my God, Gary. What is happening to you?" I asked with naïve amazement. I had never seen a penis up close before, much less an erect one. I certainly had never witnessed one growing erect as I watched. Even under the material of his wet cotton boxers, the growing erection was an impressive sight.

I was excited and alarmed. I asked in honest amazement, "What is causing that? How are you doing that?"

"You are, Elizabeth. You and your wet bra and panties. You look sexy. It is nothing I am doing, and it is nothing I can control. You are a very beautiful girl. You are becoming a very beautiful young woman. Trust me. I can't fake something like this."

My head was literally spinning now. I really did not know how to respond. "Gary, maybe we shouldn't be out here like this. It doesn't feel right." I was confused, excited and scared.

Gary smiled and said reassuringly, "No, I think everything is just fine." His confidence at the situation, and his comfort and control after just showing me his boner was more appealing and attractive that I can explain. He was confident and he was 'in control'; which even today, I find absolutely an irresistible set of traits.

Nearly twenty-five years later, as I recall this evening, I must confess that I really did not want this very exciting experience to end. If I am truly honest with myself, I must confess that I was conflicted at that moment with guilt and shame, and with excitement and sexual curiosity. My brother's erection was simply fascinating to me. And the fact that my transparent, diaphanous bra was fueling his erection gave me a feeling of sexual power and attractiveness that was simply addictive. I was in a trance of sorts. It was a trance of lust, excitement and curiosity that was fueled by a bizarre situation and the euphoria of pot and alcohol. I wanted to allow my brother to continue to look at me. I wanted to continue to fuel his erection.

I just sat there silently, Gary sat back down in the water and his erection vanished from my view. I did not know how to react, or what to do. So I did nothing. Slowly, I unfolded my arms and sat up so that my wet bra was visible to my older brother's gaze. Time seemed to stand still as we sat there silently for two or three minutes.

Finally, I broke the silence, "So, what do you do when you get that?"


A Sister's Seduction Ch. 01



Gary seemed legitimately confused, and responded simply, "Huh?"

"When you get 'hard' like that, does it just go away? What do you do? How long does it take to return to normal?" I was honestly curious to learn how the male anatomy worked.

Gary laughed. "Once it gets hard, it stays hard until I take care of it." 

"Take care of it?" I questioned. "So, you are still, you know... you know, that way?"

"Oh yeah, Liz, I am still very hard from looking at you." Gary said as he stood up, and proudly displayed his erection, straining upward under his wet underwear.

I shocked myself as the words escaped my mouth. "Let me see it," I requested. I could not believe I said that.

In fact, twenty five years later, I am still amazed that those words escaped before I could censor my thoughts. Had I not said those fateful words, my entire life might be quite different. But I confess, I do not regret making that request. I did want to see Gary's erection.

Gary looked at me for a moment, contemplating what to do. He slowly stood up and with the water at crotch level, Gary lowered his boxers. He stepped out of them, and tossed them on the patio near the spa. He was now naked in front of me. The head of his erection stood a couple of inches above the water's height. It was simply beautiful. To this day, I have never seen a more beautiful or sexy penis,

The sexual tension was enormous.

We were rapidly losing any opportunity to control this situation. We were rapidly moving from being brother and sister to becoming two hormone struck teenagers who could not control their sexual curiosity.

If you are think you would have reacted differently, I suggest you are naïve. I suggest that if you were an innocent, inexperienced eighteen year-old girl, or a nineteen-year-old boy, in this situation, the temptation would simply be too great to explore just a bit further. It certainly was for us.

Gary's boner strained skyward, pointing straight to the stars. It was a magnificent sight. I simply could not resist studying it.

I leaned forward and inspected the rigid penis with keen interest. It stood seven to eight inches long, and at least two inches thick. It reached almost to his navel. The shaft had a noticeable vein running up the underside. It was topped with a large, pronounced mushroom shaped head, a head that seemed almost separate and distinct from the veined shaft.

"God, Gary, that thing is huge. It looks so hard and rigid, it looks like you could break concrete with it. How can you even function with that thing poking up in front of you? Does it hurt when it gets so hard?"

Gary walked towards me, naked, his erection swaying proud in front of him in the swirling waters of the Jacuzzi. "It hurts in a kind of good way," he answered, "But I need some relief."

He took my hand and gently pulled me to a standing position.

I said nothing. Gary took my tiny hand and tried to place it on his shaft.

"Oh, Gary, we can't do that. It just isn't right," I said, resisting his attempt to place my hand on his erection.

"Oh, Liz, please. I need some help here. Please don't leave me like this." Gary seemed to almost whimper as he slowly pulled my hand towards his rigid cock.

I knew it was wrong. I knew we should stop. I knew that this was not an appropriate experience for a brother and sister to share. But I was so aroused, so excited, and so caught up in the moment, I simply could not leave. Gary seemed to legitimately need my help; and god, how I wanted to assist him. I wanted to be the one who took care of his needs.

I know it sounds silly; but I needed to be there for my brother. I needed to show him I would take care of his needs and desires. I needed him to know he could turn to me; he did not need to seek out someone else.

For the next few moments, it felt as though I was not in control of my own actions. It felt like someone else was manipulating me. It felt like I was watching myself from outside my body, amazed at what I was doing.

I felt my fingers slowly wrap around this hard shaft. I seemed to articulate every thought that came into my head.

"Oh, my god, Gary, it is so heavy and thick. God, I can feel your pulse in my hand. What do you need me to do?"

Gary took my hand and moved it up and down a couple of times. "Jack me, Liz. Jack me like this..."

I moved my hand up and down, pumping his erection. Gary, reached up and cupped my breast, gently teasing my hard nipple through my wet bra. I let me brother feel me up as I slowly jacked his erect penis in my fist. I liked Gary feeling my breast; I liked it a lot.

An hour earlier, I could not have imagined letting my brother do this; but now I would have allowed him to touch me anywhere.

Gary's hips started stroking in time to my manual pumping. Each time he would push forward, I could see the little slit on the head of his cock open up. His urethra seemed to be winking at me.

I was getting so excited myself, I began swaying my hips involuntarily; humping against the water as I masturbated my brother.

Gary's movements became more pronounced as I used my hand to stimulate his erection. He pushed my bra up exposing my breasts; he then reached between my legs to touch my vagina outside of my panties.

I had no idea what we were doing. We were simply caught up in the movement. Gary reached inside the waist band of my panties, and he drove his hand down the front of my panties. Gary struggled to find the opening of my vagina.

Before Gary could find the opening, he spasmed, grunted and his penis erupted with a large rope of white semen. It shot several inched into the air before landing in a viscous string on my forearm. An instant later a second, slightly smaller string shot out, dribbling down my hand and wrist.

Gary went through a series of convulsions as he experienced his orgasm.

I was responding to Gary's climax. My chest was heaving, my clitoris was pulsing and my vagina was leaking in a state of arousal that I had never before experienced. It would not take much for me to climax myself.

Suddenly, Gary found my stroking his rigid, heavy erection too intense. The manual stimulation that movements before had given him such pleasure was now unbearable.

Gary grasped my hand to stop my further stimulation of his boner. "Liz, that's too much now. You have to stop," he advised.

I did not want to stop, I was enjoying this too much; but I complied. I did not understand all that had just happened, but I liked it. I liked having the power to drive my brother to a convulsive orgasm.

I managed to say, "We should go inside and get cleaned up." I brought my hand which was covered in his thick semen to my face to study the precious nectar. I inhaled his scent. 

"Gary, you smell good. I like the way this smells. I need to clean up." 

I was very aroused, and knew I needed to masturbate...I needed to climax, badly.



A Sister's Seduction Ch. 02



This is a work of fiction and all characters are over the age of 18.

*****

In chapter one, with our parents away, my brother convinces me to drink, smoke pot and to get into the hot tub wearing only our underwear. Gary becomes very aroused when my pale green cotton bra practically vanishes when it becomes wet. I am intrigued, and excited by the huge boner my brother is sporting, the first erect penis I have seen up close. With his encouragement, and perhaps insistence, I give my brother my first ever hand job. 

Very aroused after jacking off my brother, I suggest we go inside and clean up. The story continues:

Gary nodded, and climbed out of the spa, naked. His penis was still erect, and poked out in front of him, swaying as he walked. God, he was a good looking specimen. His broad shoulders and chest and his tight abs were so very sexy to me at that moment.

He was not the least bit shy or modest. In fact, he seemed to be quite proud of his physique and how well endowed he was. I know he enjoyed me looking at his naked form.

I had momentarily forgotten how transparent my bra and panties became once they got wet in the spa. I was too distracted trying to process what I had just done...I have masturbated my older brother to orgasm! I felt so wickedly naughty. 

I was also very aroused. I knew I had to get to my bedroom and masturbate. I needed a release. I needed it badly.

Gary went to the upstairs bathroom, which we shared, and took a shower as I went to my bedroom. As I glanced at myself in the mirror, I was shocked at how exposed I was. You could see right through my bra and panties. My pubic hair was plainly visible, as were my nipples and areolas. I really would not be more exposed if I had been completely naked. I admit, I was pleased that seeing me like this aroused Gary so much. I was the first time I had ever felt really pretty and sexy in my life. I liked the feeling. 

I grabbed a towel, dried, and stripped off my wet panties and bra. I climbed under my covers, naked, and slowly began rubbing small circles around my 'little nubbins'. I was already very aroused; it would not take much stimulation to achieve my climax tonight. I wanted to savor this moment, this climax, so I intentionally slowed down. I teased myself; alternating between rubbing my clitoris and teasing my erect nipples.

I honestly, did not even consider any further contact with my brother at this point. I assumed we were done for the night. And I was not contemplating what tomorrow would bring, or if we would ever have a repeat performance at some time in the future. I was simply enjoying the memory of my first encounter with an erection, and my first hand job.

I heard the shower stop, and moments later, without knocking, Gary entered my room. Although the lights were out, the light from the hallway illuminated my room sufficiently for me to see my brother fairly clearly. Gary left my door slightly ajar as he entered my room.

He was naked except for a towel he had around his waist. The tent in front of the towel made it clear that he was aroused.

I quickly pulled my fingers from my clitoris and remained silent, naked under my covers.

"Liz, can I come in?" Gary asked as he entered my room, not waiting for an invitation.

I did not answer. I did not know what to say or do. My mind was swirling. On one hand, I was not prepared for us to go any further than we had, or even to resume our little game of discovery. On the other hand, I was aroused, and on the verge of my own orgasm; and I desperately wanted to share it with Gary. So I remained silent; neither discouraging nor encouraging my brother.

Gary sat on my bed next to me. His erection poking straight up under the towel. God, he was a sexy sight. 

Gary placed his hand on my leg, on top of the covers, and started massaging my leg slightly as he moved his hand slowly up my inner thigh.

"Gary, I don't know if we should be doing this. I don't think you should be in here, in my room like this. It doesn't feel right," I said in a very weak protest. But I made not attempt to physically stop him. Truthfully, I did not want to stop him. I did not want him to leave. But I was scared.

His hand traced up my inner thigh and across my vulva, still on top of the covers. Involuntarily, I arched my hips ever so slightly, pushing my vulva into his hand to increase the pressure of his touch as he teased me through the pink and water comforter on top of my bed.

Gary then ran his hand up over my abdomen and touched my breast. He found my erect nipple through the covers and tugged it gently. I closed my eyes and let a soft moan escape my lips. I was so aroused. I could feel my wetness seeping out of vagina, soaking my upper thighs.

Gary slowly pulled down the covers, exposing my breasts. 

"Liz, you are so pretty. Your breasts are perfect."

I blushed at the compliment. The tone of his voice and the look in his eye left no doubt that Gary was genuine and sincere in his praise. All I could think to say was "Thank you, sir".

I fought the urge to cover my breasts. I lay there shamelessly, and just allowed my brother to study them admiringly. Gary then lowered the comforter further past my tummy, past my navel, and slowly past my vagina. With the pink and white quilt down around my thighs, I was totally exposed. 

"God, you are a beautiful woman."

The term 'woman' shocked me a bit. I don't believe anyone had ever referred to me as a woman before. I thought to myself, 'well you did just turn 18. you are technically a woman now.'

He leaned forward and took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking gently as his fingers teased the other nipple.

I placed my hands on the back of his head, caressing him as he suckled on my tit. I could not help rocking my hips from my arousal, humping against the air. I was so turned on; I wanted to climax, I needed to climax. I could not stop him now even if I wanted to.

While still sucking on my nipple, Gary slowly ran his hand down across my stomach and found the thin patch of blonde pubic hair between my legs. Gary quickly found the source of my wetness, and gently began to open me with his fingers. He soon had one finger inside of me, slowly opening me further as his finger seemed to rotate around the first folds of my vulva, causing my vagina to dilate open.

I continued to caress his head as he suckled my breast and I humped against his intruding finger. My brother was now the first person to 'finger fuck' me.

Gary released my nipple from his lips and began slowly kissing up my neck until we faced each other, our lips an inch apart. Then he kissed me. Gary kissed me.

This was the most beautiful and intimate kiss of my life. Instinctively, I opened my mouth to accept his tongue.

My brother was French kissing me while he fingered me.

I know this was wrong, but at the moment, it felt so right, so beautiful, so intimate, and mostly so full of love and affection. I moaned around his probing tongue as I spread my legs, opening my thighs to grant him better access. I wanted to cum for my brother; I needed to cum for me.

I felt Gary gently start to insert a 2nd finger into my dilated vagina. I moaned loudly as his probing fingers stretched me open wider than I had ever been before. I pushed against his fingers, and spread my thighs to fully accept this intrusion. I could hear the sloshing sound of my lubrication escaping around his two fingers.

Gary broke off our kiss so he could position himself better between my thighs. I kicked off the covers as he climbed between my legs which were splayed apart. His fingers were soon back inside me. In this position, Gary was able to curl his fingers forward so that he was massaging the front wall of my womb, deep inside me.

Suddenly, as Gary tried to extend his fingers deeper inside me, I felt a sharp pain, and let out an audible 'yelp', as I stiffened.

Gary stopped moving his fingers momentarily, and asked, "Are you okay?"

"I don't know. That hurt, but it is okay now, just be careful," I requested. I did not fully understand what happened at the time.

Gary slowly resumed the internal massage of the front wall of my uterus, more cautiously at first, but as I responded and began moaning again, his assault became more and more aggressive.

Soon he was plunging his fingers in and out of me, punishing my tight, little virginal pussy, as I felt my orgasm building. This was very different that the pleasant little climaxes I could induce by rubbing my 'little nubbins'; this was a powerful and intense build up whose origin was deep inside my womb.

I was absolutely in heat. I lay there, my legs splayed apart, granting my older brother unfettered access to my wet, dilated vagina. I moaned loudly as his two fingers invaded my virgin womb, arching my hips to accept this intrusion into my core. God, I wanted him to make me cum. I was in ecstasy as I gave myself to Gary.

"Oh, god, Gary, please... don't stop... oh, my god... oh, my god... oh, please... deeper..." I started babbling incoherently.

I was arching my hips up to meet each of Gary's plunging thrusts. I was now lifting my bottom up, off the bed, to allow him to plunge as deeply as possible.

I felt my climax begin to quake across my core.

I arched my hips up and the first wave of convulsions crashed through me, sending a massive spasm through my vagina and womb.

"Oh, god... oh, god... oh, Gary... I am cumming..." I was literally screeching.

Gary continued to massage my inner core, and I felt another wave of spasms crash over me.

Gary continued to punish my tight little vagina with his fingers, and I could not stop the continued series of orgasmic waves overtaking me.

After the third series of orgasmic waves rocked my core, I needed to stop. But I could not while Gary continued to assault my pussy.

"Oh, Gary, stop... you have to stop... please let me come down..." I was almost begging. But Gary was intent on forcing one more orgasmic spasm on his little sister.

As he wiggled his fingers deep inside me, rubbing my uterine wall, forcing me to convulse yet again. I reached down between my thighs and grasped his wrist with my two hands. I tried to force his fingers deeper inside me as I humped shamelessly against his fist. I was out of control and the climax continued. Another wave of orgasmic pleasure crashed through my core.

"Oh, god... oh, god... Oh, Gary... Oh, Gary, I love you..." I screeched loudly as I came yet again. And I did, I did love my brother.

But I needed to stop. I begged again, "Oh, please... stop... please... I have to stop... you have to let me come down..."

Gary smiled, and stopped his invasion of my tight vagina. He slowly withdrew his fingers from my womb. My vagina spasmed at the sudden emptiness. My vagina seemed to be trying to find something to grasp as it convulsed against the emptiness it suddenly felt.

Gary looked at his fingers and we both saw the trace remnants of blood. I reached down between my thighs and touched myself. I was bleeding slightly. I then realized that our vigorous foreplay had ruptured my hymen.

"Gary, you popped my cherry," I said, not certain how I felt about this.

"I am sorry, Liz. I did not mean to do that...at least not with my fingers."

"I guess it is OK. I guess I am glad you are the one to do it," I said, trying to rationalize the situation.

Gary was still erect, and in need of some relief. As I lay naked in front of my brother, my chest heaving as I panted to recover my breath, I tried to process what had happened, and where this was leading.

Gary's erection looked absolutely painful it was so firm, rigid and hard. It stood straight up, straining towards the ceiling in my bedroom.

Gary started to climb between my legs to position himself to enter me.

I attempted to close my thighs. To prevent this, but he was already between my legs.

"Gary, you cannot do that. We can't do that," I said with a resolve that surprised both of us.

"Oh Liz, I need to be inside you. Please..." he begged.

"Gary, I can't get pregnant," I stated with a genuine resolve.

"I won't cum; I promise. I just want to feel inside you. Just for a minute... honest... I'll be careful." Positioned between my thighs as he was, I could see his boner arching up and down as he spoke, beckoning me with each throbbing pulse. God, I did want to give myself to him. I wanted my brother to deflower me tonight.

But I knew better. "We cannot take that risk."

Gary stopped and then said, "I'll wear a condom."

"You have one?"

"Dad keeps a box in his dresser drawer. He always told me that I could take some if I needed them. He wanted me to have access to condoms. I guess he never envisioned that I might use them with you?"

I simply nodded. I agreed to losing my virginity tonight to my older brother. I wanted Gary to be my first.

Gary bolted out of my room, down the stairs, to retrieve the prophylactic. I had several moments to contemplate what was about to happen while he was gone. I really was going to let him enter me. Was I really was going to let my older brother fuck me? Things would never again be the same between us. Never again.

My mind swirled in a confused blur as I waited the two or three minutes for Gary's return. I thought to myself, 'Are you sure? It is not too late to stop this craziness. Liz, this is not how you envisioned your first intimacy... not at all.'

But despite the anxiety attack I was enduring, I did not want to retreat. I remember thinking, 'I may regret this some day, but tonight I want to give myself to my brother, totally and unconditionally..."

Gary bounded up the stairs and rushed back to my room. Instinctively, I pulled a cover over my naked form as I heard him approach. I could not help the natural modesty in front of my brother. I realized then, as I do now, how absurd this modesty was in view of what we had just done, and what we intended to do next.

His stiff erection wagged wildly in front of his naked form as he burst into my room. His excitement was evident and I found it quite cute and endearing. Gary wanted this as much as I did.

As he approached, he was wrestling with the foil wrapper to access the prophylactic.

"Gary, have you been... you know... with other girls before now?" I wanted to know how experienced my older brother was.

Gary looked up, smiled, shook his head slightly, and said, "Liz, you will be my first. I am a virgin, just like I imagine you are. I am as nervous and unsure of myself as you are."

I cannot explain why, but knowing Gary was a virgin pleased me greatly. I liked the thought of being his first; as he would be my first. My brother and I would lose our virginity together tonight. That knowledge made the entire situation seem more pure, innocent and far less depraved.

Yes, now I was quite sure, I wanted to give myself totally to my brother.

Gary continued to fumble with the foil wrapper until I sat up and said simply, "Let me help you with that. Let me do that for you." And I took the condom from my older brother.

I opened it and removed it. It was a yellowish, beige color. It was slippery with lubrication. It felt almost slimy in my fingers. It took me a moment to determine exactly how it was rolled. I signaled Gary to step closer to me as I sat on the edge of the bed. My breasts were now exposed to his sight, but the blanket still covered my legs and pubic area.

I took Gary's rigid cock on my left hand and stroked it a couple of times to make sure it was fully erect. It felt so large, thick and heavy in my tiny fingers. I leaned forward and kissed the large, purplish head once. I did not take it into my mouth, merely kissed the head affectionately and said, "Gary, are you sure you want to do this? Are you sure you want to fuck me?"

I felt his penis pulse up and grow as I said the word 'fuck'. It was clear that the thought of fucking his baby sister aroused him.

"Liz, I have never been more certain about anything in my life. You are so beautiful, and I love you so much... yes, I want to share this with you."

"Okay then, big boy. Let me get you ready for your big event." With that, I placed the beige, latex ring of protection on the head of my brother's hard erection and slowly rolled it down the length of his shaft, all the while looking deep into his eyes. I have never felt more love for anyone than I felt for my brother at this moment.

I liked how Gary's boner throbbed repeatedly in my hand as I prepared it to enter me safely. The pulsing heightened my already aroused state. I could feel my juice slowly leaking out of my, coating my upper thighs and buttocks. I had never been this turned on before.

The condom had a cute little reservoir at the tip that would capture my brother's semen, protecting us both from pregnancy. It looked like a little hat on top of his latex encased cock. Once the condom was fully in-place and secure, I lay back on the bed, removed the blanket and opened my legs.

Gary climbed between my thighs and positioned himself at my wet opening. I could see his rigid erection bobbing up and down as he positioned himself to enter my virginal pussy. That image is seared into my mind; and the memory arouses me even now.

"Gary, you are very large. Be careful and go slow. Don't hurt me... I am very tight down there..." I cautioned.

Gary nodded, indicating that he understood.

I felt the large, bulbous head pressing against my vulva, stretching me open as he entered me about an inch or two.

"Oh, god, Gary, you are too big... oh my god, easy... go slow..." I panted.

At first I was not sure I could take him without tearing my tight vagina open. My voice quaked with a level of fear and excitement. I was scared, but I wanted to prove I was woman enough to fully accommodate him. But I needed him to go slow, and be gentle.

"Oh, god, Gary... I don't know if I can take you... you are too big..." I whimpered. I knew that he only had the head inside me an inch or too, and it hurt. "Stop for a second... let me adjust... please, Gary... you are stretching me so wide..."

I panted as I lay there with Gary's erection just inside my opening. "Slow, go slow... god, I feel so full. I don't know if I can take all of you. Oh, god, you are so huge..." I could feel every pulse and throb of his large cock as it stretched me wider with a combination of pain and pleasure.

He pulled out slightly and slid back in, a little deeper this time. I grunted and panted as he slowly filled my tight, virginal vagina. This time he entered me two or three inches deep. The pain was subsiding. My vagina was adjusting to this massive intrusion into my inner core.

It was really, really happening. I wanted to take all of him. I wanted to do this for him. I wanted to show him his little sister was mature enough to accommodate all of her big brother. I wanted my brother to fuck me good.

I moaned as Gary pulled out yet again and slowly slid in a little further. I could feel him deeper inside me. My brother was actually fucking me. He was actually inside me and I liked it. I was his now.

By the fourth attempt, Gary was deep inside me. He was all the way inside me now. I could feel his balls pressing against my bum. Yes, he was buried inside me all the way! I was no longer a little girl; I was a woman, with her older brother's large penis inside her!

Now Gary began stroking in and out of me, a little harder each time. He would pull out and plunge back in slapping his balls against my ass. He started pounding my tight little pussy with increased force. It almost seemed like he was punishing my tight little pussy with each violent thrust.

I could feel the pleasure building inside of me. The head of Gary's cock was striking up against the front wall of my uterus, deep in my womb. Each thrust sent a wave of excitement and pleasure through me. I could feel another orgasm beginning to build inside me.




A Sister's Seduction Ch. 02



Gary took my legs and wrapped them around his torso, raising my bottom off the bed and allowing him to plunge deeper inside of me. I could feel the head of his cock deeper inside my vagina, deep inside my womb.

The feeling was indescribable. "Oh, Gary, fuck me...god, you feel good inside me..."

I started arching my hips up to meet each punishing thrust. I was positioning myself to force his cock's head firmly against the front wall of my womb. I was lifting my ass off the bed to allow him to fuck me hard and deep. I wanted him to cum inside me, but even more, I wanted to climax with his erection inside my pussy.

I knew I was going to climax and I started urging him on, encouraging him to fuck me hard, to pound me violently.

"Gary, you are going to make me climax again... oh, don't stop... fuck me... harder... don't stop... oh, my god... oh fuck..." I babbled incoherently as I felt my orgasm rock through my core. My entire body quaked as the waves of pleasure crashed across me.

My climax triggered Gary's orgasm, and I felt him stiffen as he thrust inside me. As I convulsed from the orgasmic spasms that quaked across me, I felt Gary's erection swell and pulse deep inside me. My brother was ejaculating inside me, pumping his semen safely into the condom which was inside his baby sister.

As we both convulsed together, I hissed, "Oh, Gary, I love you... please, kiss me... kiss me now..."

And Gary leaned forward and kissed me deeply. I opened my mouth to accept his tongue as I felt his cock continue to throb inside me. With each pulse, it felt that he was stretching me deeper and wider.

He collapsed on top of me, panting as we caressed each other, while remaining coupled together. I did not want this moment to ever end. I never wanted my brother's penis to leave my vagina. I was happy, satisfied content and loved at that moment.

As we lay there coupled together, I noticed that Gary's cock remained hard. I contracted my vagina to give him a playful hug or squeeze. His cock pulsed back in response. We played this little game several times, me contracting my vagina to 'hug' him, and his penis throbbing in response.

After a couple of minutes of me squeezing Gary's cock with my vagina, Gary started moving in and out of me again. He was going to fuck his little sister yet again, with the same condom. I liked that. I liked having my brother fuck me.

It took Gary considerably longer to achieve his climax this time, and I did not have an orgasm this time; but I enjoyed feeling him deep inside me nonetheless. After he came, we drifted off to sleep in each others' armed, his penis still inside of me.

I awoke several hours later, with Gary snoring beside me. His penis still encased in the latex sheathe.

I did not know how I would feel in the morning, but tonight I felt wonderful.

And I knew that I would always belong to my brother in a special way; I could never refuse him any sexual need he might have.

Coming soon... Chapter 3: what's next?



A Sister's Seduction Ch. 03



Thursday morning, Gary avoided me as I prepared for school. Neither of us spoke of the events of the night before.

I sensed a level of shame and regret from my older brother. I may have been projecting my own feelings, but it felt that Gary might be ashamed and embarrassed at what he had done to his younger sister.

I wanted to say something; I wanted to talk about what happened, but I simply did not know what to say. And it was clear Gary was not prepared to discuss the events of last night, so we pretended nothing had happened. I felt alone and isolated as Gary left the house without acknowledging our intimacy. 

I left for school, confused and hurt. 

At school, I was constantly distracted by the irrational thought that the students and teachers could detect that I was no longer a virgin. I felt different. I felt womanly. My vagina had been christened and opened last night, my hymen had been ruptured. Not only did I feel different, I was different.

Would they sense the profound change in me? Of course not; nonetheless, I still felt like they might.

How would they react if they knew that it was my older brother who 'popped my cherry' last night? They would be horrified. I would be banished from all social interaction, labeled a 'sick pervert'.

The knowledge that society and our friends would react the way that I knew they would if they knew, bothered me. What it really meant is that there was something significant about me now that I had to hide from even my closest friends and family members, or be rejected completely. I could not be myself ever again around even my closest friends.

I now had a deep, dark secret that needed to remain hidden forever. I doubt you can understand the emotional burden that placed on a young, previously innocent, 18 year old girl.

I also was acutely aware of my vagina and clitoris all day long. I remained slightly aroused as I sat in each of my classes, paying no attention to the lectures. The gusset of my panties felt perpetually damp, even wet as my mind kept revisiting my deflowering that had occurred only the night before.

I returned home at the usual time, and waited anxiously for Gary's arrival. Mom would be out of town until Friday evening, so we were alone again on Thursday night. I wondered what tonight would entail. I was anxious and aroused wondering 'What was in store for me tonight?'

Finally, Gary showed up, about an hour later than usual and said little. I was sitting in the family room. Gary entered through the front door but immediately he went upstairs, leaving me alone to my thoughts. He barely acknowledged my presence with a nod.

I felt hurt and angry. To me, last night was a profound awakening, a precious memory and a significant emotional event. It hurt me to think Gary wanted to pretend it did not happen.

I heard the shower running. I sat contemplating how to react; what to do. After a few minutes, I mustered my courage and went upstairs. I knocked on the bathroom door and then opened it.

"Gary, can I come in? We need to talk." I said, trying to hide the nervousness in my voice. I feared being rejected at this moment. 

I do not know if the readers can fully understand this, but it is monumentally big decision for a young girl to allow any boy to enter her and take her virginity. You really need to believe that the event is as important and precious to the boy as it is to you. It is a far greater emotional risk if the boy happens to be your brother, someone you have known since birth, and someone you will have to face a family gatherings for the rest of your life. It is a very frightening and hurtful thought that the person you chose to take your virginity sees it as a casual, unimportant sexual release, and nothing more; especially if he happens to be your older brother.

My ego was very fragile at this moment as I entered the bathroom. I pulled myself onto the counter by the sink. The steam from the shower provided an eerie veil as Gary and I prepared to address 'our situation'.

Gary stuck his head around the shower curtain, and seemed to be unsure of what to say. He simply stammered, "Ah, sure Liz. We can talk...sure."

"Gary, what's going on? You are avoiding me and ignoring me? Are you mad at me?" I asked. I could hear my voice cracking slightly, indicating that I was on the verge of tears. I felt a huge lump forming in my throat. I did not want to cry in front of my brother at this moment.

"Oh god, no; I am not mad at you. I think I am mad at myself. I feel guilty about what we did; or more accurately, what I did to you. You're my little sister. I am supposed to protect you, not fuck you."

"Do you regret what we did?" I asked. God I hoped he did not regret this. I hoped he did not think it was a huge mistake, something he now wishes had not happened.

"I don't know. Do you regret it?" Gary responded with an uncertain tone. His voice was shaky as well.

"I didn't regret until you started avoiding me and ignoring me. Now I am not sure. If this changes everything between us, then it was a mistake. If you are uncomfortable being in the same room as me, it certainly was a mistake." I responded honestly.

I paused to gather my thoughts before continuing. I concentrated on not losing whatever composure I had, not crying now. I needed to avoid that.

"Gary, last night, I felt good about this. Today I was a bit conflicted, but I still felt good about what happened. I felt what we shared last night was beautiful. But now you are treating me like a pariah. Now I feel dirty and ashamed. I am hurt and angry that you don't even want to be in the same room as me now." I could feel the tears starting to form in my eyes. I knew I was on the verge of crying, and I did not want that.

"Oh god, Liz, I'm sorry. I just didn't know how you would feel; if you would be angry or filled with some deep regret." Gary said with a level of genuine affection coupled with shame.

He continued to stand behind the shower curtain with the water continuing to spray against him as we talked. "I also did not know if you would ever want that to happen again. I just did not know how you would feel. And I did not know what to do, or even what to say. So I avoided you. I am sorry."

I looked into my brother's eyes and asked honestly, "Gary, would you want it to happen again? Or do you want it to stop right here and now?"

"God, Liz, I am so attracted to you right now. But I really don't want to hurt you. I don't want to keep pushing you into something you don't want; something you'll regret. But I do want you."

I felt a tremendous rush of affection for my big brother at that moment.

I smiled, "Gary, you did not 'push' me into anything last night. I wanted that as much as you did. I could have said 'no', but I didn't. Someone was going to be my first; I am glad it was you. I am glad it was someone I love and who loves me. I am glad it was not some guy just trying to get another 'notch on his belt' so he could brag to his buddies." I smiled before saying, "And I am pretty sure you won't be bragging to your buddies about what we did, will you?"

I paused before continuing. "Gary, whether or not we ever do that again. I do not regret giving myself to you last night. That memory will always be precious to me."

Gary hesitated before speaking, nervously he asked, "You said 'whether or not we do that again'...do you want to continue our 'relationship'?"

I slid off the counter where I had been sitting and walked towards him. I did not know how to respond. "Gary, I think that is up to you. If you want to stop, I will just cherish the memory of last night. But if you wanted to continue, I could not refuse you. I feel like you own part of me now. I am yours, if you want me. I am afraid that will always be true."

Gary pulled back the shower curtain and stood naked in front of me. His penis was pulsing to life, growing hard in front of me. I stood a few feet away from him and watched as my older brother started to grow erect. Gary's penis began growing longer and thicker. At first it simply hung down about 5 or 6 inches long. But it seemed alive as it throbbed thicker, longer and more firm as I watched.

Then it began rise its gorgeous mushroom shaped head. It seemed to be calling to me, communicating with me. With each pulse upwards, this beautiful deep pink, almost purple head sent a pulse towards my awakening vagina. This massive tool began to poke out from his abdomen, gradually sticking out horizontally, and slowly moving vertically.

This was a marvelous thing for this young girl to witness. It was one of the most beautiful and sensuous things I have ever seen in my life. I watched in amazement.

His beautiful cock seemed to pulse every 10 seconds or so, and with each pulse, he grew longer, thicker and his cock rose further upward, defying gravity. In about a minute or two, his erection was straining towards the ceiling.

God, he looked sexy. And this erection was a tribute to me! His cock was responding to me, without either Gary or me touching it; my mere presence caused him to grow fully erect.

Gary was 7 or 8 inches long and at least 2 inches thick. His cock had a distinct purplish hue to it. It was darker than the skin color on his tight abdomen. There was a large vein (which I now know is his urethra) that ran down the under side, which gave the erection a sinister and dangerous appearance that appealed to me. The large head seemed almost separate and distinct from the shaft. I will never forget the appearance of my first erect penis.

I was very flattered to have this effect on Gary. I felt sexy, beautiful and desirable. I was also aroused. And while my arousal might not have been completely obvious to Gary, there was no hiding his arousal. I loved that I could make my brother so hard, so aroused, just by my presence.

"Well Gary, it seems that your penis wants to continue our relationship." I said in a flirtatious and teasing manner. "In answer to your question, yes, I do. I very much want to continue. I want to be yours. I want you to take me whenever you need to, whenever you want me."

Gary nodded in agreement.

Looking at the intoxicating erection in front of me, I slowly began to undress. I unbuckled me pants and allowed them to drop to the floor. I stepped out of them and then picked them up. Looking over my shoulder at my brother, I neatly folded my pants, teasing him, standing in my panties and shirt.

I pulled my shirt over my head, and removed my bra. I stood there wearing only my pale blue cotton panties. I looked in my older brother's eyes as I slowly hooked my thumbs into the waist band and very slowly I began to lower them. I lowered them a couple of inches exposing just a trace of my neatly trimmed pubic hair, but stopped just before I exposed my vagina. I looked into Gary's eyes and I coyly asked, "Is it OK if I take these off?"

"Oh fuck, Liz, you are killing me here. Please take off your panties." Gary pleaded, his erection bobbing up and down as he spoke.

I turned my back to him and removed my panties in as seductive a manner as I could; exposing round bottom before turning back towards him and exposing my vagina, which was now only covered by a thin veil of blond pubic hair.

Although the mirror was partially fogged over, I could see the silhouette of my naked form. I had to admit, I was developing a nice shape. My breasts, while small stood nicely atop a flat tummy. My bottom was firm and round atop my long legs. Yes, the changes in my body over the past year had begun to take shape. I was pleased with the results.

Momentarily, I looked at Gary. He was tall and muscular. His chest and shoulders and his muscular abdomen seemed to all force my eyes down towards his large erection which pulsed invitingly in front of him. His large rigid cock still looked too large to comfortably fit inside my tight little pussy; however, I knew from last night that with a little work and effort, I could stretch to accommodate him.

Yes, together we made a very attractive couple. The man to whom I was giving myself, who happened to be my brother, was a very attractive man.

I hoped I was as attractive to Gary as he was to me at that moment. From the way his boner throbbed up and down, it appeared that Gary did find me quite attractive.

"May I join you in the shower?" I asked coyly.

"Oh yes. Please do." He said as he held the curtain open for me.

I stepped over the edge of the tub into the warm spray. My nipples were erect as the water struck my chest. I turned my back to Gary and let the spray massage my front. Gary placed his hands on my shoulders, gently massaging my shoulders and upper arms. Then, ever so slowly, Gary turned me to face him, placing my back to the warm stream of water.

We stared into each others eyes with an affection that is difficult to describe. Gary's penis stood rigid and erect between us. Then he placed his fingers under my chin, and raised my head to kiss me. As his mouth approached mine, he stopped momentarily to say, "Liz, I love you so much. Thank you for being mine. Thank you for giving yourself to me."

I met Gary's kiss with open lips, inviting his tongue into my mouth. I sucked on his tongue as we necked, pressing our naked bodies together under the warm spray of the shower. I knew I was loved; and I knew I was his.

Gary took my tiny hand and placed it on his erection. I broke off our kiss to look at him.

Hesitantly, as I gazed into his eyes, I wrapped my fingers around his firm penis. I was still amazed at the thickness of this rigid pole; my fingers barely encircled the circumference.

This was only the second time I had touched his erect penis, and it continued to thrill me beyond belief. Once again, I was impressed not only by the length and girth, but by how heavy and rigid his cock felt with my tiny fingers wrapped around it. 

I stroked down, moving my fist to the base of his shaft, pulling the taught skin of his cock even tighter as I studied how Gary's penis responded to my touch. I noticed that as I pulled my fist down to the base, the tiny hole at the head of his cock opened up for me. This intrigued me.

I then stoked up the shaft slowly, and repeating the downward motion again. Again the hole at the tip opened. I was mesmerized by my new toy. I wanted to explore and experiment with it, and learn all about it. In fact, rather than a new toy, it was like I had a new pet to play with and get to know. I was little a little girl with a new puppy. We needed to get to know each other better. All I knew for certain is I really liked Gary's penis.

Gary was arching his hips to the movement of my fist, humping forwards and back to accentuate the stimulation by my fist. Gradually, the pace began to quicken and Gary's movements became more animated. I loved how aroused he was becoming. I loved knowing I was the cause of it.

There in the shower, with the water washing over both of us, I pumped his rigid cock. He leaned over and kissed me again. Gary's kiss had a combination of love and passion that has never been surpassed. Our tongues played tag, chasing each other from one mouth to the other, and then back again. I felt an outpouring of love and affection for my brother at that moment that was as strong and as real as anything I have ever experienced.

Gary brought his hand up and fondled my breasts, teasing the taught nipples. I moaned into his mouth as I gently sucked his tongue into my mouth. As I continued to pump his cock, Gary slowly reached down with his fingers to explore my wet and erect clitoris.

I separated my legs ever so slightly to allow him access to my vagina. He gently opened the tight folds of my vulva and inserted one finger into my tight vaginal opening. Last night, Gary had been the first person to explore my womanhood, the first person to 'finger me'. And now the second time he penetrated me with his fingers was just as sexy and pleasurable as the first.

I was aroused in anticipation of the pleasure Gary could give me. He rotated his finger at my vulva, massaging the opening to my vagina. I could feel my vagina opening up to accept his touch. I bowed my legs, squatting slightly to allow him greater access to my vagina.

I remember thinking at that moment that much of the sexual discovery I was experiencing happens to most girls with their boyfriends in the parked car, or the basement of their home. But something about making these discoveries with someone you have known since birth, with whom you have shared almost every experience of your life, and someone who you love in many ways, and on many levels, made these discoveries seem even more intimate, and more beautiful. I also realized that the shame and the guilt that would follow are a significant price to pay for this intimacy.

Gary broke our kiss, and withdrew his finger from my vagina and looked at me lovingly. Slowly, he reached his hands up, placed them on my shoulders, pressing down firmly but gently. I quickly understood what he was trying to do; he was trying to move me into a kneeling position; and despite my lack of experience, I understood why he wanted me to kneel in front of him.

I should have anticipated that Gary would expect this; but as naive as I was, I was momentarily caught by surprise.

I also knew that women are expected to do this for their men. I knew that if I was going to truly belong to my brother, if I was going to give myself to him totally, I needed to be prepared to do this for him. It may sound silly to you, but this was a big emotional step for a 18 year old girl. But I knew I wanted to do whatever Gary needed.

After brief moment of hesitation, I allowed him to guide me to the kneeling position in front of his rigid cock. And I knew that by allowing him to 'guide me to kneeling', I was agreeing to take him in my mouth.

With the shower hitting the back of my head and shoulders, I studied Gary's erection inches from my face. I was still intrigued by the purple tinted, mushroom shaped head that appeared to me separate and apart from the shaft.

The ridge that separated the head from the shaft fascinated me. The thick vein clearly visible down the 7 or 8 inch shaft gave the erection a harsher, more rugged appearance; making the penis appear almost 'muscular'.

With his penis standing straight up, the underside was plainly visible as well; revealing the thick urethra running down the middle of the underside of the shaft. This male tool was strangely beautiful to me. It represented a unique combination of strength, eroticism, and pleasure. I realize now that Gary's penis had a strange magnetic appeal to me, and it touched me at a very core level.

I like the male penis; and it gives me great pleasure to stimulate it and please it. I believe the female body is more aesthetically beautiful, with its parts tucked away neatly inside. But the male body screams strength, power and eroticism to me. This arouses me and pleases me.

I like the thought that the male member takes the female; capturing and penetrating her, holding her in place until she accepts his seed inside her. Yes, the power that the male penis represents appeals to me even to today. And at that moment, in the shower with my brother, I was learning that I liked submitting to that power. I liked being taken. And while being taken in my mouth for the first time was frightening and overwhelming, it also had a strange appeal. I was learning that submitting to the male member was very appealing to me. 

So kneeling in front of Gary in the shower, I leaned forward and kissed the head gently, without opening my mouth. I was not sure how to proceed. I was intimidated by this massive tool. I continued to stimulate the shaft with my fist while I contemplated what I wanted to do.

I leaned forward and kissed the head again, this time a bit more passionately, parting my lips ever so slightly and allowing my tongue to contact the head. As my tongue gently swept across the tiny opening at the tip, I detected a taste with which I was not familiar. It was barely detectable and not unpleasant, but slightly bitter. I now know I was detecting the trace amounts of pre-orgasm ejaculate that some men seep out of their penis before they shoot.




A Sister's Seduction Ch. 03



I kissed down the underside of the shaft as I gently held his testicles in my free hand, before returning to the head. But I was still hesitant to place this huge cock into my mouth. I was unsure if I could comfortably fit his girth inside me mouth.

I wanted to do this for my brother. Gary placed his hands on the sides of my head and gently guided my head towards his rigid pole. I reached up and removed Gary's hands from the sides of my head. I needed to feel like I was controlling what I did and how much of him I took at a time. I did not like feeling like my head was being forced forward, or that his penis would be 'forced' into my mouth. If I was going to do this, I was going to do it willingly and at my own pace.

With Gary's hands now at his side, I slowly relented; I slowly opened my mouth to allow the head to slip past my lips. Gary moaned loudly as his penis penetrated my lips into my mouth. The shaft was thick enough that I felt like I was having to stretch my mouth and jaw open to allow the head to past by my lips. Initially, it was uncomfortable, but my mouth and jaw seemed to adjust to the intrusion rather quickly.

He was large, and the texture of the skin was incredibly smooth. I began licking and sucking; I started moving my mouth up and down, taking only 2 to 3 inches of him into my mouth. I could feel his hips rock upward to meet my movements, trying to push deeper in my mouth. I resisted trying to take him deeper in my throat; I feared that I would gag if I tried to take him any deeper. I preferred to stimulate the head using my lips and tongue.

I did not want to take much more than the head into my mouth. And to this day, when I 'give head', even to my husband, I make love to the head of the penis, but have never tried to 'deep throat' anyone. I will make love to the penis, but I do not like the thought of someone shoving their dick down my throat and making me gag. That is not sexy to me.

After only a few minutes of stimulating the head of Gary's penis with my lips and tongue, Gary's breathing began to quicken. I knew instinctively that his arousal was increasing and he was approaching his climax. It was approaching decision time for me; my initial thought was to stop sucking now and complete the job "manually"?

My initial reaction was to pull away rather than allow him to cum in my mouth. But something kept me from disengaging my mouth; something kept me from pulling away. I was conflicted. In general, thought of a man's sperm in my mouth was not at all appealing; however, the specific thought of tasting and ingesting my brother's most intimate nectar was, well, very intimate. I mean, this was still my brother, the person whom I was closer to than anyone else on the planet, the person who had deflowered me last night, and the person to whom I wanted to give myself to in every way.

At that particular moment, as I wrestled with my emotions and conflicting feelings, the thought of pulling away from his semen seemed far worse that ingesting it. So I continued to stimulate the head of Gary's cock with my lips and tongue while pumping the shaft, knowing that at any second he might ejaculate into my mouth.

Still, I was a bit surprised as I felt the pulse of his penis and felt the sudden rush of semen appear in my mouth. I did not actually feel the semen shoot, but a large dollop of semen suddenly overwhelmed my tongue and mouth. In this concentrated volume, the taste was much stronger than the faint taste of his pre-cum seepage that I had tasted a hint of when licking the head of Gary's penis earlier. The salty, slightly bitter taste was not really unpleasant, but it was just slightly overwhelming.

I held the first string of semen in my mouth as I worked to muster the courage to swallow it. Momentarily, I was tempted to retreat and spit out the viscous rope of semen in my mouth; however in order to spit it out, I would have to 'disengage' from Gary's erupting member in the middle of his orgasm; and I did not want to do that.

In the instance during which I was deciding what to do with the semen in my mouth from the first string that shot from his penis, the second string erupted in my mouth, and I was forced to choose. I swallowed both spurts together. It was an intense, memorable moment. I had now ingested the most intimate essence of a man, his sperm; and it was my brother's sperm at that. 

(Masturbation break - I am so turned on as I recall that night; I simply had to have a climax. It was wonderfully intense. I used my favorite toy (an 8" bright red phallic shaped vibrator), and as aroused as I was, it slipped right in without any lubrication needed. I am back now, a little more relaxed, but still very dilated, wet and aroused.)

Rather than been repulsed, the knowledge of what I had just done aroused me. Gary's semen was inside me now. And it was safely in my tummy where it could not create any havoc trying to impregnate me; but still it was within my core. I liked that thought. The taste of his semen was not at all offensive; in fact, I found he experience pleasant and exciting.

After he finished spurting his ropes of semen in my mouth, I kissed his penis several times before standing up. As I stood, another very small trace amount of white semen appeared on the tip of his penis. I leaned forward and with the tip of my tongue, I licked the last remnants of semen from the head of Gary's penis.

I had just performed an incredibly intimate act. And while I admit that I felt a little 'slutty' at the moment having just swallowed his semen, I also felt incredibly close to Gary.

Gary reached over, placed his fingers under my chin and raised my gaze to his, and said, "Liz, that was beautiful. Thank you. I love you so much."

And then Gary kissed me on the cheek.

I realized immediately that Gary avoided kissing me on the lips after cumming in my mouth. He obviously did not want to encounter his own semen. I found this amusing. Over the years, I have found that no man likes to kiss me after cumming in my mouth; their semen is fine for me to ingest, but they do not want to encounter it themselves. Men are peculiar creatures indeed.

We hugged and caressed each other before exiting the shower, and dried each other off.

Gary remained firm and large, but was not as rigid as he was immediately before he came.

While drying me off, Gary began touching my clitoris, first with the towel. He quickly dropped the towel and began touching me with just his fingers. I was already highly aroused, having just given my first blow job. I began rocking my hips. I wanted to climax, I needed my own release.

"Gary, you are turning me on so much. I want you so bad. Can you get another condom tonight?"

Gary nodded.

"I want to take you inside me again tonight. Would you make love to me tonight? I want you to fuck me...if you want to that is...I want you inside me so badly...will you fuck me again?"

I could see Gary's penis start to grow firmer again as I spoke. Gary liked hearing me beg to be fucked...and he seemed very willing to do just that. He seemed ready to fuck his little sister.



A Sister's Seduction Ch. 04



Gary wants to taste me...

After driving my brother to a climax with my mouth and ingesting his semen, Gary and I stepped out of the shower and dried each other.

Gary remained firm and large, but was not as rigid as he was immediately before he came.

I immediately went to the sink to brush my teeth. I knew that Gary would be uncomfortable kissing me until I had cleansed the residual of his sperm from my mouth. Gary stood behind me and continued drying my back while I swished the toothpaste mixture around and spit into the sink. I then rinsed with mouthwash.

Gary tossed the towel aside, and reached around me and began touching my clitoris with his fingers. I was already highly aroused. Having just given my first blow job, I needed a release. I needed an orgasm in the worst way. It would not take much to get me off either.

Gary continued to gently flick his fingers across my erect clitoris. I could not keep from moaning as I shut my eyes and laid my head back against his strong chest. 

I began rocking my hips. I wanted to climax. God, I needed my own release. I was responding to his touch.

"Gary, you are turning me on so much. I want you so bad. Can you get another condom tonight?"

Gary nodded.

"I want to take you inside me again tonight. Would you make love to me tonight? I want you to fuck me...if you want to that is...I want you inside me so badly...will you fuck me again?"

I could see Gary's penis start to grow firmer again as I spoke. Gary liked hearing me beg to be fucked...and he seemed very willing to do just that. He seemed ready to fuck his little sister again.

I was thrilled with this 'new found' power I had over my brother. I was thrilled that I could arouse him so, make him so hard, and I thrilled that he wanted me so badly. It was an emotional rush that I certainly would learn to enjoy and take full advantage of over time.

Gary turned me so I was facing him. He kissed me deeply again. His penis pressed and throbbed against my lower abdomen. Our tongues danced together, chasing each other from my mouth to his, and back again. 

He no longer seemed to mind the fact that minutes earlier he had ejaculated in my mouth. He was far too preoccupied with getting me prepared to accept his penis again.

As we kissed, he lifted me up, cradling my naked form and began carrying me toward my bedroom. I could feel Gary's erection pulsing against my buttocks as he held me in his arms. 

As he carried me, I caught our image in the mirror at the end of the hallway. I was taken by a very sexy looking couple; I was naked, cradled in Gary's arms. Gary's erection stood proudly in front of him, thick and rigid waving as he walked, occasionally contacting my leg and ass as it bounced upwards as he walked. We looked like an erotic photo; a very sexy erotic photo.

"Stop for a second, Gary. Look at the mirror." I instructed. I wanted to savor this image and commit it to memory.

Gary then slowly lowered my legs and had me stand with my back towards him with both of us facing the mirror.

Gary was several inches taller than me. His larger frame seemed to dwarf me, making me appear tiny and vulnerable standing naked in front of him. In this position, his large, erect cock, which was now pressing into my lower back, was no longer visible.

My perky, size 34B breasts stood firm and erect. My nipples pointed prominently.

Gary's broad shoulder and muscular arms contrasted my thinner, more feminine form. Gary's natural coloring was darker, more tan than I was. This gave my naked image an erotic contrast as I stood in front of him.

Gary reached his left arm around my neck, over my shoulders and began teasing my right nipple, leaving the left breast fully exposed to the mirror. I watched as he wrapped his other arm (right) around my waist, and slowly moved his hand down my abdomen as I watched. Slowly he moved towards my wet and aroused clitoris and vagina.

I stood there, watching our naked image in the mirror as Gary fondled me, the only vestige of my modesty being the thin, very blond, almost transparent wisps of fine pubic hair covering my pussy. Yes, together, we were a very sexy sight indeed.

The image of my brother teasing my nipple as he slowly moved his hand towards my awaiting wet and dilated pussy served to heighten my arousal. I squatted slightly to open my thighs and give my big brother better access to my pussy.

I reached behind myself and took Gary's penis in my hand.

Slowly, Gary slid his hand down my flat stomach and found my erect clit and massaged it in a gentle but arousing manner that had me rocking my hips and moaning as I pumped his penis behind my back in my fist.

He then began gently probing the opening of my vagina. I was so wet, so aroused, and so open, that Gary had no trouble locating my opening, and inserting the tip of middle finger inside me.

Gary pulled my hair back exposing my shoulder. He then kissed and gently bit my neck and ear as he teased my pussy with his fingers. The sensations of him nibbling on my neck and ear while fingering me were indescribable. I moaned loudly from the pleasure.

"Oh Gary, I love what you do to me. You turn me on so much. God, that feels good." I hissed.

I kept glancing at the erotic image in the mirror, wondering who this sexy young woman was who was responding so totally to the digital stimulation of her vagina. I could see she enjoyed being fingered by the gorgeous hunk of a man who stood behind her. I could also tell she was going to get fucked tonight; fucked long and hard. 

I felt dizzy as I spread my knees even further to allow Gary greater access to my wet, swollen vulva. I moaned as he continued to tease me, alternating between penetrating my opening with his finger and gently massaging my erect clitoris.

The combination of Gary's kisses and love bites on my neck, his fingers teasing my clit and vaginal opening and the incredibly erotic visual image of watching myself be teased and played with in the mirror in front of me, aroused me in a way I had not known possible. I could feel my lubrication literally running out of my dilated vagina, soaking my upper thighs and Gary's fingers. I rocked my hips and squatted to open myself for penetration.

I moaned more loudly. "Oh my god, Gary, you are driving me crazy. Oh god, I love you so much. Can you feel how wet you are making me? You have me so turned on." I panted. "I think you could make me climax right here, just like this."

Gary stopped, turned me to face him and kissed me deeply. "Let's go to the bed, Liz. I want to taste you."

His words sent a shiver through me. Did I understand him correctly? Did he indicate he wanted to kiss me down there? Was he going to taste me down there? My head was spinning with arousal and confusion. I did not know how I felt about this.

Gary led me to my room, and laid me on top of my bedspread. He climbed between my legs, and looked directly at my vagina which was leaking profusely, dripping my lubrication down my crack. I could smell the very faint aroma of my arousal. With his face literally just an inch or two from my leaking vagina, I knew Gary could smell the scent of my vagina as well. I wondered, did my sexual aroma arouse him now? Did it trigger some carnal, animal mating response deep in his core?

Yes, I was a bitch in heat now, giving off her sexual scent to attract her lover. I knew that animals give off a scent to let their potential mates know they are ready for penetration, ready to accept a penis, ready to be bred. I was an animal who was ready, and my scent confirmed it.

I looked over and could see Gary's erection pulsing in front of him, rigid and aroused. The sight of my open vulva, the scent of my arousal, and the feel of my wetness all combined to make my brother fully aroused and erect. 

Gary traced his hand up my inner thigh and quickly found my erect clit. He massaged it in a gentle but arousing manner that had me rocking my hips and moaning. Gary moved his fingers down to my vulva, and began to penetrate me.

I was so wet, so aroused, and so open, that Gary had no trouble locating my opening, and inserting two fingers deep inside me. And as his fingers entered me, Gary moved to a kneeling position between my open thighs.

Kneeling in front of me, Gary's index and middle fingers were buried deep in me; his knuckles stimulated my clit while the tips of his fingers were teasing the front wall of my vagina.

Gary found a very, very sensitive spot on the front wall of my uterus. Later in life I would learn that this spot is known as my g-spot. Prior to this moment, I did not even know it existed. 

Gary seemed to instinctively know just how to touch me there. My big brother was concentrating his fingers on massaging this spot in the front wall of my womb.

I responded with moans and gasps. I took his wrist and tried to force his hand deeper inside me. I knew that I was going to cum like this if he continued.

Then, without withdrawing his fingers, Gary leaned forward, placing his lips on my pussy. I panicked a bit. I felt a little wicked and naughty, and the thought of him tasting my secretions embarrassed me a bit. 

"Gary, you don't have to do that."

Gary looked up at me from between my thighs, "Liz, I want to taste you. I want to do this with you. You are so sexy, so beautiful. I love you so much."

Gary slowly touched my erect clitoris with his tongue, teasing it, flicking his tongue against my very sensitive 'little nubbins'. It was like someone sent an electric shock through my core.

The touch of his tongue on my clit made me quiver, "Oh my god, Gary. God that feels good." escaped my lips.

Gary flicked his tongue across my clit for several minutes, evoking cries of unimaginable pleasure from my core. Each flick of his tongue sent a spasm of pleasure through me. I literally shook and spasmed each time he did it.

Gary's fingers were still buried deep inside me, continuing the assault on that sensitive area in the front wall of my uterus, deep inside my womb, as he teased my clit with his tongue; driving me closer and closer to my orgasm. 

I grabbed the pillow next to me and clutched it to my chest. I was in a state of arousal I had never before known. I babbled in a barely coherent voice "Oh Gary, you are going to make me climax."

Gary stopped flicking his tongue. I moaned in frustration. Then without warning he sucked my erect clitoris into his mouth, sucking the blood into it. The intensity was simply too great. I did not think I could stand it.

"Oh Gary, too much...oh fuck...too much...oh my god...please...oh please, ...too intense..." I babbled, moaned and screamed. I was completely out of control.

I bucked my hips wildly and tried to push his head off my clit to momentarily stop the intensity of this assault. I felt like I needed a second to gather my senses; the pleasure was simply too intense.

But Gary was too strong and I could not break his suction grip. Gary continued to suck my clit even harder, and his fingers started a more violent assault on my womb. I continued to moan and buck my hips against his fingers.

I made incoherent sounds that I cannot describe as I felt a massive orgasm build inside of me.

I completely lost it. Then it started; the biggest, most intense and longest orgasm of my life. I bucked my hips wildly, holding the sides and back of Gary's head in place as he sucked my clit, pressing myself forward to push his fingers as deeply inside me as they could reach.

I was lifting my ass inches off the bed to force his fingers deeper inside me. I was a wanton little slut at that moment. I would have done anything, and allowed him anything at that moment to prolong this sensation that had overtaken me.

Gary 's sucking became more intense, almost violent; his fingers aggressively attacking the front wall of my vagina.

He began to spread his fingers apart, stretching me, as he pulled them out and plunged them forward violently, prying my pussy open. Wave upon wave of pleasure rocked across my body, my abdomen was convulsing. I was making completely incoherent sounds, almost talking in tongues so to speak.

My brother was giving me my first multiple orgasm of my life, and he continue to stimulate me, not allowing me to come down from my peak. Gary kept forcing me to climax until my belly hurt and I truly needed to stop; but could not stop cumming until he released his hold on me.

The massive convulsions of my first multiple orgasm were literally exhausting. My sides and abdomen hurt. But I could not stop cumming. I continued to endure convulsion after convulsion as he sucked my clit and assaulted my womb with his fingers.

"Gary, enough. Please let me stop. I need to rest." I was pleading.

But before I could pry his mouth from my pussy, I felt another wave of orgasmic pleasure crash across my belly, sending spasms of pleasure through my core. Again the screams of pleasure were indecipherable as they escaped my throat.

After the latest series of waves subsided, I was determined to break free. I had to stop or I was going to pass out. I mustered all my strength and pushed his head back, breaking the suction his lips and tongue had on my clit and panted, "Please Gary, please. You need to let me stop. You need to let me down."

I lay there panting, sweat forming on my breasts, a little river of sweat running between them. My breasts continued to heave up and down as I struggle to catch my breath. I was dizzy and slightly disoriented.

Gary looked at me and actually beamed with pride, smile broadly. He was very pleased that his efforts had produced such a profound result. Very slowly, he removed his fingers from my uterine walls. 

I felt my vagina spasm at the sudden emptiness. My vagina throbbed and pulsed. It seemed to be trying to find something to grasp, to fill the sudden void inside of my womb.

I looked at my brother and saw his erect penis still straining towards the ceiling. He was ready to penetrate me with his penis. After the 'earth shattering' orgasm Gary just gave me, I felt that owed him that. I wanted him to penetrate me, to make love to me, to fuck me...

"Come here." I instructed as I laid back prepared to accept his massive boner...

Coming soon: Chapter 5 - Discovery with my brother: Gary mounts me.



A Sister's Seduction Ch. 05



Gary had pushed me over the edge, and now he was keeping me there. He would not allow me to come down. He kept forcing wave upon wave of orgasmic spasms through my core despite my pleas to allow me to stop.

I was exhausted having endured the series of massive convulsions from my first multiple orgasm. My sides and abdomen hurt. But I could not stop cumming as my brother continued to stimulate me. I was forced to endure convulsion after convulsion as Gary sucked my clit while continuing to assault the inside of my womb with his fingers.

My clitoris was so swollen, I feared it my pop as he sucked on it harder and harder. It was engorged with blood and felt larger that I ever remembered before. It was so sensitive, the constant stimulation actually hurt a bit despite the fact that I continued to climax.

"Gary, enough. Please let me stop. I need to stop." I was pleading, as I tried to push his head from my pussy.

But before I could pry his mouth from my erect clitoris, I felt another wave of orgasmic pleasure crash across my belly, sending spasms of pleasure through my core. As soon as the next waves of the climax started, I stopped trying to push my brother's head away and held his head in place as I would grind my vagina into his face and jaw. I was grunting and groaning involuntary gibberish as I came.

"Oh shit! Oh my god! I can't stop...oh fuck,...please, ...oh god!..."

The screams of pleasure were incomprehensible as they escaped my throat. In fact, they noises I was making sounded more like groans and moans an animal might make than any form of communication from a young girl. Looking back, I wonder if a stranger hearing those sounds would have concluded that I was in the throes of ecstasy or I was in agony?

After the latest series of waves subsided, I was determined to break free. I had to stop or I was going to pass out. I simply could not continue to climax again and again. I was dizzy and lightheaded.

I mustered all my strength and pushed his head back, breaking the suction his lips and tongue had on my clit as I begged panted, "Please Gary, please. You need to let me stop. You need to let me down."

I lay there panting, sweat forming on my breasts, a little river of perspiration running between them, trickling down towards my navel.. My rock hard nipples continued to heave up and down as I struggled to catch my breath. I was dizzy and slightly disoriented.

"Oh my god...that was amazing!" I managed to say.

Gary looked at me and actually beamed with pride, smiling broadly. He was very pleased that his efforts had produced such a profound result. He owned his little sister at that moment. And quite honestly, after the events of the past two days, he would always own a part of me.

Very slowly, he removed his fingers from my vagina. I felt my entire uterus spasm at the sudden emptiness. My vagina throbbed and pulsed, it seemed to be trying to find something to grasp, to fill the sudden void inside of my womb.

I was still gaped open, my lubrication seeping out of me. My pussy felt empty and open, and very lonely.

I looked at my brother and saw his erect penis still straining towards the ceiling. He was ready to penetrate me with his penis. After the 'earth shattering' orgasm Gary just gave me, I felt that owed him that. I wanted him to penetrate me, to make love to me, to fuck me.

"Come here." I instructed as I laid back prepared to accept his massive boner. My head was still spinning from the multiple orgasms, and I felt a bit disoriented, but I knew I wanted to make love to Gary.

Gary crawled between my legs, his erection waving wildly in front of his as he approached me. He positioned himself with the head of his erect cock at the very opening of my vagina. As he leaned forward to kiss me, I could feel the head inching its way past the outer folds of my vulva. I was so wet, and so dilated that Gary's penis found the entrance to my vagina quickly. The saliva from Gary's mouth, coupled with the lubrication leaking from my arousal, allowed Gary to simply slide into me easily.

I noticed immediately that this entry felt very different from when Gary first entered me yesterday. There was no struggling to gain entry this time. He simply slid into me. Had he stretched me that much after being inside me just one time?

Then it struck me. It was not that my vagina was noticeably larger already; we forgot the condom! My brother's erection was inside me, unprotected. Oh shit! How could we have been so careless? So stupid?

"Oh my god, Gary, pull out!" I screeched. "You need to use a rubber."

Gary hesitated for a moment, processing what I just said. He stopped moving, but did not withdraw. Instead, he hovered over me with his hard erection pulsing inside me.

"Liz, I'll pull out before I cum, OK?" he argued. He clearly did not want to disengage at this moment.

Even in my irrational, highly aroused state, I knew this was a bad idea; I knew this was beyond stupid. Our entire world would end completely if I got pregnant.

"No, Gary. Please. You need to get the rubber now. Please." My voice cracked and quaked with fear. He was too large for me to 'for me to force him off me'. I was pinned under him, helpless and vulnerable. He continued to hesitate.

"Please Gary, please." I begged. "I will let you fuck me as much as you want, just please, use a rubber."

I started to cry. Tears suddenly ran down my cheeks. I feared the absolute worst. My mind raced to remember how long it had been since my last period. In my confused and emotional state, I could not remember exactly; but I knew it was a couple of weeks ago. I was very near the most fertile part of my cycle.

My brother saw the tears flowing from my eyes, and my breasts heaving as I sobbed; his penis still inside me.

"Liz, don't cry. I'll use a rubber. I'll go get it. Please stop crying." Gary slowly pulled out. His cock sprang skyward as he exited my womb.

Gary leaned forward, kissed me on the forehead, wiped the tears from my eyes. It was clear that the mood had suddenly changed. Gary looked a bit down trodden by my emotional outburst and tears.

In an effort to comfort me, he offered, "See, I did what you asked. Please stop crying. I'll be right back."

I lay there for several moments trying to gather my thoughts and control my emotions. This was a stark reminder that Gary and I were playing with fire. This was a reminder that I should not allow my brother to enter me; to mount me. I knew it, and he knew it. But I could not seem to control myself. I needed him inside me now. I needed my brother to make love to me, to touch me, and to fill my void, both figuratively and literally.

My mind raced to my health class in school where they had recently taught us that a boy secretes a little bit of seminal fluid containing live and active sperm long before he ejaculates. They emphasized that girls could get pregnant even if the boy withdraws before he 'shoots'. I wondered if Gary had leaked any sperm into my fertile womb just now?

Oh shit, what if I did get pregnant? I purged that thought out of my mind. I did not even want to consider that possibility.

Gary returned. He was still firm and large as he walked into my room. His penis swayed from side to side as he walked. His penis was sticking out horizontal to the floor, not straining towards the ceiling.

I was not fully versed in the function of his penis at this point, so I did not quite know what to think about his erection 'flying at slightly below half mast', so to speak. But I knew the magic of the moment had been temporarily lost.

He was struggling with the wrapper from the condom he had 'borrowed' from our dad, tearing the foil wrapper with his teeth.

Once Gary removed the latex sheathe from the wrapper, I held out my hand and said simply, "Allow me to place this on you sir."

Gary smiled and handed the ring of lubricated latex and stood patiently in front of me. Gary was firm and large, but not really rigid as he presented me with his penis.

I knew that I wanted to try to recapture the mood that we seem to have momentarily lost during the discussion/debate over whether a condom was necessary or whether I should let my brother risk impregnating me. If we were going to continue this improper and unnatural act of coupling with your sibling, I wanted both of us to enjoy it on all levels.

I decided my brother needed a bit of stimulation to get his 'head back in the game' (pun intended).

I thought for a moment how best to get the mood back. So I playfully said, "OK mister. Hands behind your back and do not move. I want you to hold very still for me."

"What?" he asked, not fully understanding what I was doing.

"If you are a good boy and do as you are told, you will be rewarded nicely. If you can't follow direction, I am afraid that there will be no 'puddy' for you tonight." I smiled up coyly. "Now stand still and hand behind your back."

I do not know how I knew this, but I instinctually knew that me taking control of the situation this way might excite my brother. I sensed that he might respond to be told to place his hands behind himself, being 'forced' to assume a helpless position in front of his younger sister as she ministered to his penis. I just knew this might turn him on. I was right.

Gary hesitated for a second, sizing up the situation before deciding that he would play along.

"Yes, ma'am." Gary replied, as he took a half step closer, put his hands behind his back and stood at attention. He sucked in his stomach, and puffed out his chest slightly.

I have to admit, he looked good standing naked at attention with his dick poking straight out. And he was so fucking cute sucking in his gut for me. God, I loved him at that moment; I really did.

"Now Gary, do you want to fuck me tonight?" I said playfully. "Do you want to put your big hard penis inside my tight little twat?"

Gary's penis arched up noticeably as I spoke, telling me that my words and flirtations were having the desired effect.

"Are you going to stretch my tight little vagina out tonight? Your penis is so big when it gets hard like this; I don't know if you will fit inside me." I looked up at Gary with my eyes wide, feigning that I was a scared little girl, afraid of his big cock. "What if it hurts me? What if you are too big for me?"

His cock lunged up again. Moments ago, his erection was poking out horizontal to the floor, now, seconds later it is pointing up at a 45 degree angle! And it was noticeably longer and thicker now. I liked the fact that my words could arouse my brother so; it made me feel powerful, and very sexy.

Gary remained silent, his hands behind his back like a good boy.

Still holding the condom in my left hand, I took his erection in my right hand and slowly pumped it up and down.

"Oh my. That is a big thick penis. And it is getting bigger...I don't know if it will fit?"

I studied at the gorgeous purple head and the thickly veined shaft. I loved studying my brother's erection like that. It seemed almost alive to me. I loved the way if pulsed and throbbed in response to my words and touch. It really was like a precious pet that I could play with. More than 20 years later, I still remember every detail of that wonderful penis.

As I stroked him up and down, I was again amazed at how his urethra opened and seemed to wink at me with each downward stroke. When I would stroke downward, the skin on his penis grew tight, and his urethra opened up. With his erection at eye level, the little opening of his urethra seemed to simply beg me to insert the tip of my tongue. I could not help wondering how much of my tongue I could force into this tiny hole?

"Gary, your are so big and hard. You will stretch me so wide if I let you mount me with that thing. Promise me you will be gentle and won't hurt on now, promise me." Gary closed his eyes and arched his hips forward as I spoke.

Before he could answer me, I leaned forward and placed the tip of my tongue into the tiny opening of his urethra. Gary quivered noticeably as I inserted my tongue. 

"Oh god, Liz, damn... that feels good. Where did you learn to do that?"

I looked up at Gary, with an innocent 'little girl' demeanor, and slowly did it again. I repeated my actions; I placed the very tip of my tongue in the tiny slit and wiggled it, while squeezing the shaft in my fist. Gary just moaned as his entire body trembled with intense pleasure.

Gary 's reaction sent a charge through my groin area. I could feel my vagina spasm and start leaking all over my upper thighs. Gary's arousal aroused me.

Gary placed his hands on the sides of my head as I tongued him. I stopped immediately.

"Bad boy! Put your hands back behind your back now." I admonished him in a very sexy, playful manner. I wanted him to obey me.

I was in control now, and I would insist he comply before I allowed him to mount me and enter me. I liked telling my big brother what to do for a change. I loved that I had precisely the right motivation to get him to comply.

He slowly returned his hands behind his back.

"That's a good boy. And you know good boys get to go nice places. And if you are really good, I have a really nice pace to take you to. Now promise me that that you won't hurt my little pussy with your big erection." I said as I took the head of his penis into my mouth and twirled my tongue around the nicely pronounced ridge under the head. Gary quivered from the intense stimulation on his sensitive head.

"I will be very gentle Liz. I won't hurt you. I will go real slow, and I will let your vagina open slowly to accept my cock." Gary said while his erection pulsed and grew in my mouth.

I withdrew his cock from my lips. He was now fully erect, straining straight up. His erection was so rigid I think he could break concrete with it. I knew I had recaptured the magic of the evening now. Gary was now fully aroused.

I learned a valuable lesson that evening. All men get very, very aroused when you tell them how big, thick and hard their dicks are, and how you are so scared that they are going to hurt your tiny little pussy! It is like a magic elixir. It works better than Viagra!

I guess they like the idea of stretching us out to the limit, and punishing our little twats with their big hard dicks, huh? Ladies, just talk nasty to your man, and you can get him so fucking hard he will do anything you ask' and I do mean anything.

I was aware of my vagina leaking profusely. My own juices were coating my legs, and seeping down the crack of my bottom. Our little play acting, coupled with me teasing his cock with my tongue, had seriously awakened my vagina again, as well as aroused my big brother.

"OK, if you promise to be a good boy, I will get your friend dressed for his big date tonight." Gary seemed momentarily confused by my reference to 'dressing his friend for the big date tonight', but he seemed to understand as I positioned the latex condom.

I placed the latex ring on the head of his penis, and very slowly I rolled the latex sheathe into place.

Gary 's penis was quite thick, perhaps 2 inches in diameter. I had to stretch the latex to get it fully over the huge prominent head. Once I rolled the beige colored material down the entire length, I took a moment to admire my new toy. His erection looked so cute with its 'raincoat' on. The little reservoir at the tip to capture the semen looked like a tiny hat on top of the head. I could still see the distinct shape of the head and the ridge that separated the head from the shaft.

I just loved looking at this magnificent example of the male member. I guess every girl gets a bit of an emotional attachment to the first penis she really gets acquainted with, huh? I sure did.

With the condom securely in place to protect my fertile womb from my brother's invading sperm, I was ready to 'assume the position' and accept my intruder inside me.

I laid back on my bed, placed my heels at my bottom, spread my knees and placed my fingers at the sides of my wet vagina. Slowly I opened myself up and looking into my big brother's eyes.

I asked innocently, "Gary, are you ready to mount me? Are you ready to penetrate your little sister again?"

I could see Gary's erection arching up as I spoke, assuring me that my questions served to heighten my brother's arousal. I was learning a great deal about the male psyche' and what a girl could do to arouse and control a man with a hard-on. And talking to them about 'mounting you', 'penetrating you', 'stretching you open' or 'hurting your tight little twat' cause them to get more and more excited.

Gary smiled, shook his head in disbelief, and without uttering a word crawled up between my thighs.

"Now seriously, go slow. You really are very big. Don't hurt me." I said as I positioned the head right at the opening of my vulva.

Gary pushed forward a bit. I felt the head stretching my opening, prying me open. "Oh my. Hold up. Wait a second. Let me get used to you." I cautioned.

I quickly realized that even lubricated, a latex condom had more friction that a bare penis. I mean, 15 minutes earlier, Gary entered me bareback with no resistance. Now, I had to strain to get his latex covered penis inside me.

Gary pulled out slightly and then pushed forward. I grunted at the magnitude of this intrusion. He was literally prying me open. I quickly had my hands on his thighs, signaling to him when to stop pushing. He was now three or four inches deep inside of me.

Gary repeated this cycle of pulling out and pushing deeper three or four more times, gaining an inch or so each time until he was buried 'balls deep' inside of me.

During the first few of these cycles of his attempting to penetrate me, I was grimacing as I struggled to accept more and more of Gary's erection inside of me. Once he was able to get half of his penis inside of me, each successive thrust seemed to contact the front wall of my uterus sending a pleasurable shot through my core. I was responding to the head of Gary's penis striking me deep inside my womb. I liked it; I liked it a lot.

My grunts and grimaces turned to pleasurable moans as my arousal grew. I was now rocking my hips up to meet his thrusts. I was lifting my bottom off the bed to increase the pressure of his cock on the front wall of my womb. I was starting to 'fuck back' as my brother was forcing his erection deeper and deeper into my vagina.

I knew I had taken all of Gary when I started feeling his testicles slapping against my bottom as he plunged into me. I liked knowing that although only yesterday I had been a 18 year old virgin, today I was 'woman enough' to fully accommodate all of my brother's large erection. Yes, I was pleased with myself that I was taking all of him now.

I wrapped my legs around Gary's torso, digging my heels into his firm buttocks. I was 'spurring him on' with my heels as he plunged his cock into me.

I originally intended to simply allow my brother to fuck me to repay him for the wonderful orgasm he had given me earlier with his tongue and fingers. I really did not think I could possibly have another climax so soon after cumming with his lips and tongue on my clitoris. But this was no longer just for Gary; it was now as much for me. I could feel another climax building inside of me.

As Gary started pounding my vagina with his rigid cock, I started moaning more loudly.

Gary took my legs from around his waist and raised them up over his shoulders. In this position, my knees were pressed into my chest, my ass was raised off the bed, my ankles were forced up to face level, and I was completely open and vulnerable.

All my weight was on my shoulders which were being driven into the bed. I had no control of what Gary would do now. I liked being vulnerable to my brother this way. From this angle, Gary's cock was pounding the very front of my vagina striking my sensitive trigger at the front of my womb.




A Sister's Seduction Ch. 05



He looked down, watching his penis enter and withdraw from me with obvious admiration and pride. The head of his penis was striking my g-spot with each deep thrust, driving me closer and closer to orgasm.

My moans go louder and my breathing quickened. I knew I was going to cum,

With my feet high over his shoulders, Gary gave me everything he had, which was all I could take. With every pounding thrust, I spread myself as wide as I could, taking all of him.

Then it started; the first of a series of orgasmic spasms. I came, and I came. I was thrusting my hips upward to meet each of his thrusts.

My orgasm and my incoherent moans pushed Gary over the edge as well. He buried himself deep in my womb and my brother stiffened and convulsed. I knew at that moment, Gary was releasing his seed inside me. I lay there panting, relishing the after flow of my orgasm, as I felt Gary's large penis pulsing deep in me as he spurted time and time again.

Gary's constant pushing as deep as he could and the definite throbbing of his cock inside me left me no doubt that he was filling the latex sheathe with ropes and ropes of his semen.

I lay there, my feet and my ass high in the air accepting every bit of my brother's warm seed. I remember thinking how nice it would be to allow Gary to actually ejaculate inside me without a condom. I decided I needed to get on the pill as soon as possible.

Neither of us said anything for several minutes, as we remained coupled together, panting, trying to recover our composure and breath. I felt his cock actually throb and thicken inside my vagina as I massaged his back and shoulders in our post-coital embrace. I did not want this moment to end.

I contracted my vagina several times, hugging Gary's erection inside of me; milking the last drops of his sperm into my vagina. 

Lying their with my brother's penis continuing to pulse inside of me, draining the last drops of semen from him, was one of the sexiest moments I have ever experienced in my life. Lying coupled together, my legs over his shoulders, my ass high in the air while his large firm penis continuing to pulse deep inside of me, continuing to drain the last drops of his seed into me, is an intimacy, closeness, tenderness between my brother and me that I will always cherish. I have never been more content, more fulfilled or happier than I was lying there, coupled with Gary after giving me one of the greatest orgasms of my life!

Gary leaned forward and kissed me, more gentle and loving than passionate; and then he slowly withdrew from me. I could feel my vagina spasm as he did, trying to adjust to the absence of his penis that was stretching it so fully only moments before. My pussy seemed strangely empty, and started a series of contractions that, once again, felt to me that it was looking for something to hold on to.

I looked down and could see the large volume of Gary's semen stretching the latex material to its limit. The white viscous mixture of his sperm and seminal fluid inflated the little reservoir tip like a balloon. The semen was also forced down the side of his shaft under the condom like streaks of white paint.

Gary rolled on his back next to me without removing the condom, and then pulled me close, and we cuddled silently, my head resting on his chest, listening to his heart racing until I fell asleep.

I was awakened about an hour later with Gary fondling my pussy. Having awakened with an erection, Gary was looking for a place to put it. As he inserted a finger into my pussy he said with amazement, "you are still pretty wet, Liz".

I simply nodded. I knew he wanted to enter me again. I wanted to accommodate him.

He climbed on top of me, his condom still in place, and with little resistance, glided into me again. This time, there was less passion and it was slower and more gentle. Although I did not climax a third time, this gentle love making was just as enjoyable, as I took Gary's penis deep inside me for the second time in one evening. I was comfortable knowing his prophylactic was still secure.

I was able to block any guilt I might feel, savoring the beauty of this experience as I allowed my brother to fuck me again.

We fucked slowly for 15 or 20 minutes, before Gary stiffened and came again. This time he did not withdraw. We cuddled and caressed each other as we remained coupled together until he fell asleep in my arms, his penis still embedded inside me.

That was a wonderful night; perhaps the most intimate night of my life. I will cherish the memory forever.