58 comments/ 162191 views/ 107 favorites Autofellating Brother? By: scouries This is my official Valentine's Day Contest story and I'd like to wish all my readers a romantic and sexy day with someone you love. And hey, remember: it's you the reader who decides the winners of these contests with your votes. So please take the time to cast your ballot. This story is dedicated to MANU, the man who's most responsible for all of us being able to enjoy this site. Thanks big guy! And yes, LITEROTICA'S point man is reputedly more than well endowed! FYI: Approximately 4 LITEROTICA pages long (13,000+ words) the following is an Incest category story. It describes consensual sex between siblings. It's a love story. Enjoy! 1- Kim's bedroom: Saturday January 7th 2012 "Ohhh myyyy gawd!" Almost shrieked. Coming from Sarah. I looked over. "What?" Nikki asked before I could. "He's sucking his own penis," Sarah said as she pointed at the computer that was sitting on her lap. "Who is?" Megan asked, unable to keep a giggle from her voice. "It's huge ... look," Sarah said as she turned the computer towards Megan and Nikki who were both sitting on the other side of my queen sized bed. I still couldn't see anything. "What is?" I asked as I stretched and tried to peer around Sarah. "His big cock!" "Whose big cock?" What the hell is she talking about I wondered as I took another sip from my beer. "That is so sick," Megan said as she stared at the screen. "I mean how long do you think it is? Ten inches?" Nikki asked. "More like twelve," Sarah answered, then started to giggle. "That's like two of Tim's," my best friend said as she grabbed the computer from Sarah's hands. Tim was Nikki's boyfriend. Her latest anyway. All four of us who were lounging on my bed that night were freshmen (or fresh women!) at Temple University. Nikki and I, Philly locals, were still living at home while Sarah and Megan were roommates in Peabody Hall, a dormitory on campus. And definitely not the best one! School still hadn't started, we were due for our first class of the term on the following Monday morning. My parents and little brother had decamped for the weekend -- mom and dad were taking Mike on a tour of three upstate colleges -- so I'd decided to invite the girls to spend the weekend at my house. Sarah and Megan had gotten back to campus on Friday but none of our boyfriends were due to arrive back until Sunday. So we'd been alone. A girls weekend! Which was the reason why four nineteen year old college beauties (we are!) found themselves lounging around my bedroom at one in the morning in our pj's. None of us were drunk but we were all feeling pretty darn good. We'd gone clubbing for a while earlier and then had broken out the beer when we'd gotten back to my place. Music was playing. The TV was on. Four cell phones lay on the bed or floor. Megan had her IPad in her lap. Sarah had been checking out her computer as the conversation had echoed back and forth in my room. Which had brought us to the guy who was sucking his cock. Which I'd finally been allowed to see when Sarah turned her computer towards me. And yes the screen did show a guy, a teenager, lying on his back with his cock in his mouth. My first thought was that it was impossible and the video was a fake. "They photo-shopped it or something," I said as I watched the guy pumping his penis into his mouth. "It's impossible!" "He's going to dislocate his back if he keeps that up," Megan opined. "Talk about a deep throat," Nikki added in a voice that didn't hide the obvious awe she was feeling for the feat she was watching on the screen. "Look, it's called auto fellatio," Megan announced as she studied whatever she was seeing on her IPad. "Here's what Wikipedia says about it," she added as she started to read aloud: "Few men possess sufficient flexibility and penis length to safely perform the necessary frontbend. However, increased flexibility achieved via gravity-assisted positions, and physical training such as gymnastics, contortion, or yoga may make it possible for some. Biologists Craig Bartle and Alfred Charles Kinsey reported that fewer than 1% of males can successfully orally contact their own penis and that only 2 or 3 men in a thousand could perform a full autofellatio." "I'm pretty sure your Kyle isn't one of the one percent," Nikki said to me with a laugh. My best friend was making fun of my boyfriend? "Yeah like Toothpick Tim is," I responded, giving her a shot back. "And the guy's not even black," Megan said with a sigh. "Here's another one," Sarah offered as she held up her computer. "He's a fucking contortionist," Megan screeched as we all watched the guy on the screen. He was bent like a pretzel. "His cock's not as big as the other guys," Nikki commented as the guy manipulated every inch of his cock into his mouth and down his gagging throat. "Here's something else," Megan said as she held up her IPad. Then she started to read from some web page: "Alfred Kinsey and his colleagues reported in Sexual Behaviour in the Human Male, that, 'a considerable portion of the population does record attempts at self-fellation, at least in early adolescence'. Sadly, given our species pesky ribcage and hesitant spine, only about one in a thousand are able to achieve the feat. "I'm going to ask Tim if he's ever tried," Nikki announced. "Here's something else," Sarah said as she looked up from her computer. "Young guys are more likely to be able to do it because they're way more flexible. It says here that once a guy hits twenty-five or thirty it's almost impossible. Only one in ten thousand can do it. The really big, big boys," she added with a laugh. "We should all ask our boyfriends if they can do it," Nikki suggested. "There's no way Sean can do it," Megan answered, referring to her boyfriend. "Too small?" Nikki teased. "Too much beer," Megan answered. Sean, at twenty, already had grown a beer belly. "Zach?" I asked Sarah. He was her boyfriend. "I don't think so," she answered. "He may have seven inches but he's not very flexible." "Zach has seven inches?" I asked. I couldn't keep the surprise from my voice. "Uh huh. How about Kyle? He's pretty athletic." "Around six," I offered, shaking my head no, surprised that Zach, a nerdy type, and a Drexel student, was bigger than my boyfriend. "So probably none of our boyfriends can do it," Nikki summarized as Sarah held up her computer. She'd found another video of some guy doing it. "We've got to find somebody who can do it," Nikki said determinedly. "We must know someone who's got a big cock and who's flexible. Surely Temple's got some auto whatever you called it," she told Sarah. As it turned out none of us did. We'd all had more than one lover; in fact as we went over names it turned out that as a foursome we'd had sixteen total lovers over the years -- Nikki five, Sarah and I four each, and Megan three. But we didn't think that any of them had had the requisite cock length required combined with the flexibility of a contortionist. "Asian guys are flexible," Megan offered at one point. "Surely one of your guys must have been able to do it," she told Sarah. Sarah was a Chinese-American. "I've only slept with one Chinese guy and he had a micro cock," Sarah answered, unable to hide her exasperation. After that we sorta moved on to other things. We watched a few more videos. We talked. We laughed. We drank. Megan passed out just after two. Minutes later, out of the blue, Nikki said the fateful words. "What about Mikey," was all she said. "Mikey who? And what about him, whoever he is?" Sarah asked. "Don't you remember Kim's little brother?" Nikki asked. It was about then I started to pay attention. "Little Mikey? The cute guy? He's like fifteen," Sarah scoffed. Sarah had grown up in our neighborhood. The third member of the Kim/Nikki/Sarah troika that had been inseparable in Junior High. Then her dad had been transferred to Chicago when we were all thirteen and we'd lost her. It was only when she'd come back for her freshman year that we'd been able to reunite. She hadn't seen my brother since he was eleven or twelve. "Remember what a little scamp he was?" Nikki asked. "Remember when we used to take him to the park and he'd play on the bars? He was like a fucking monkey." We all laughed, even I. My brother had always been doing some crazy contortion or somersault when he'd been young. "How old is he now?" Sarah asked. "Eighteen! A high school senior," Nikki said with a gleam in her eye. The Nikster had always been the troublemaker in our group and I suddenly didn't like where she was going. "Little Mikey's eighteen? No way!" came from Sarah. "And he's mucho good looking. He's got teenyboppers following him everywhere," she added. "Which means..." "Which means nothing!" I insisted. "Which means he must have a big cock," Nikki finished. "Mikey has a big cock?" "He does not!" "That's not what I heard," Nikki said with a leer. Which was bullshit and we both knew it. She didn't know anything about my little brother's cock. "Have you seen it Kim?" Sarah asked me. "Of course not! God, what do you think? That I'm sneaking around trying to check out my brother's penis? Besides, I'm sure it's not that big." I'd never thought of my brother's penis before that night. Never. He was my little brother for crying out loud. He was a boy! "He's flexible too." Which came from Nikki who was ignoring every word I said. "All swimmers are flexible, they have to be. And they all also have to have big penises," she added. I was ready to strangle her! "They do?" Sarah asked, clearly trying to encourage Nikki even if she didn't believe her. "Do you think any self respecting, heterosexual, eighteen year old male is going to wander around in one of those little gay Speedo bathing suits if he doesn't have a big package? Nooooooooo way! I read somewhere, Sports Illustrated I think, that swimmers have the largest penises of all the athletes in the Olympic Games. Guys with small dicks always drop out of swimming because they're embarrassed." I couldn't help but laugh. Nikki had never read a page of Sports Illustrated in her life. But the picture she was painting was funny. "Really?" Sarah asked. "And have you ever watched a race? At the start they bend right over and touch their toes. They're as flexible as orangutans. If they didn't have their little Speedos on they could all just stay on the blocks and have a cock sucking contest. Swallowing for gold." All three of us were giggling by the time Nikki finished her spiel. "You are such a slut," I finally offered through my giggles. Visions of eight guys standing next to a pool and sucking their cocks were bouncing around all of our heads. "Which means that Kim's brother Mikey is our number one prime candidate if we ever want to find an auto fellater or whatever Megan called it," Nikki concluded. Soon after all of us fell asleep. Or passed out. Sometime during the night I got up to pee. And then detoured into my brother's room on the way back to mine. His door had been open. There were three girls sleeping in my bed. I jumped into Mikey's. Within seconds I was back in dreamland. **** My head was throbbing when I woke up the next morning. The smell of coffee was wafting through the room. "Wake up sleepyhead!" Nikki's voice. "Leave me alone," I groaned as I slowly opened my eyes. Where was I? "I've never been in here before ... not for at least ten years anyway," my best friend said as my eyes finally recognised my brother Mikey's bedroom. Somehow during the night I'd transferred myself from my bed to his. I had no memory of it. "Coffee ... give me coffee," I pled as I reached for the mug in Nikki's left hand. She passed it over to me even as she took a sip from the mug in her other hand. "So this is where the little self-sucker lives. We can investigate," she said as she walked over to my brothers desk and then opened the center drawer. "Don't! It's his stuff, we shouldn't," I said. "Hah! Brothers are always spying on their sisters. Why can't we?" Nikki asked as she opened another drawer. "It's not right." "Maybe we'll find a picture of him ... naked!" Nikki answered with a leer. "You're such a slut," I accused as I tried to get up from the bed. My head was spinning. "See if he really has a big, big cock," she added. "He doesn't have a big cock!" "You said you'd never seen it. Don't you remember, I explained to you last night that they all have big cocks." "Which was total bullshit," I answered. Nikki continued to poke through my brother's drawers. First his desk and then his dresser. "Would you wander around in one of these if you had a small cock?" she asked as she pulled a red Speedo from my brother's dresser and then held it up. "Put that back," I ordered. As if Nikki could be stopped once she was on a roll. A second later she stepped into it and started to pull it up her legs. All she'd been wearing was a sleepshirt and as I watched her pull the swimming suit up her thighs I saw her pubic hair. "Oh my gawwwwd! You don't have any panties on," I accused as she pulled them all the way up. "You'll get them--" "Get them what? Do you think I have cooties or something?" "Still," I answered. The thought of my brother pulling his bathing suit on after Nikki had worn it was more than troubling. Nikki pubic hairs mixing with my brothers? Gross. "Look, if a guy has a small dick this is what you'd see," she said as she slipped a finger down into the suit and started to wiggle it. I couldn't help laughing. "A teensy, weensy little worm bobbing in the water." "You're sick," I said through my giggles. "Now let's try the Black Avenger. Where is he?" she asked as turned and headed for the bedroom door. "Don't you dare," I squealed as I threw myself out of bed. Badly hung-over, I stumbled before I'd gotten two steps. "Don't you dare touch him," I yelled at the retreating back of my friend as I lay on the floor. A laughing guffaw was her only answer. The 'Black Avenger', a name Nikki had coined, was a dildo. My black dildo. My rainy day friend. My seven inch dildo that I only used occasionally. That's my story anyway. "You are the biggest slut in the whole world," I accused when she reappeared a minute later. Sarah, giggling, was trailing after her. It didn't take a genius to figure out that it was the 'Black Avenger' that was clearly outlined through Mike's Speedo. You couldn't miss it through the thin cloth of the suit. "See," she said triumphantly, "you can see the ridge, even the vein in it through the suit." The 'Black Avenger' was one hundred percent realistic! "I'll kill you. Now take that out!" "I think the three of us should all go to your brother's next swim meet," my best friend answered as she wiggled her hips at me. "See his big avenger"... 2- Kyle Murrays dorm room: Wednesday January 11th 2012 Before I go any farther with my story let me just say that I'm not a slut! I don't sleep around indiscriminately. I've had sex with four boys in my life. Just four in my whole life! My high school boyfriend. A guy last summer I met at the camp I was working at. One mistake my second week at school with a frat boy. And then Kyle my current boyfriend. So I'm not a slut. In fact, outside of that one time, I've been pretty darn careful. But I do like sex! A lot. I've been going with Kyle Murray since early November. Like me he's a freshman. He's from Dayton, Ohio. He's six feet tall and weighs about one eighty-five. He's nice. I didn't sleep with him until I'd known him for over a month and had gone out on five dates with him. Which shows you how careful I really am. His penis is just over six inches long. It's a very serviceable penis. I like it. I hadn't had sex before that Wednesday afternoon since he'd gone home for Christmas break weeks earlier. So I was due. I was horny. Wednesday afternoons had sorta become a regular occurrence for us since we'd started sleeping together. It was the one time in the week that we had total privacy. Neither of us had classes that afternoon while his roommate did from one until five. And that was why I was in my boyfriends bed that day. I'd just been fucked. It had been pretty darn good. "I missed him," I said as I ran my fingers through his pubic hair and then onto the still semi hard, and now very sticky, shaft. "You didn't miss me?" Kyle asked. "You? No way, just this big guy," I teased as I leaned over and planted a wet kiss on the head of his cock. Boy's love being told they're big! "You're bad," my boyfriend groaned as his cock stiffened. Cocksucking isn't my favorite pastime since I have always had trouble getting much more than three or four inches into my mouth and I don't particularly like the taste of the stuff. But what the heck, Kyle had deserved a little Xmas present from his sweetie. So I gave him my best shot. Mind you I pulled away well before he came and mounted him. My pussy needed some attention too! So he came for a second time that afternoon inside me. I didn't quite get there. But that was all right. My vagina was tingling and I liked the feeling of his sperm inside me. "Do you masturbate a lot?" I asked as we lay on our backs recovering. "Not with you around," Kyle answered, then leaned over and kissed me. "Did you used to? Like when you were in high school?" "Sometimes," he conceded warily. "Every day? Rubbing your big cock," I encouraged as I leaned over and put my hand around him. Then started to pump him. "Christ Kim, you'll kill me," he groaned. And then I asked him! I actually asked him if he'd ever tried to suck his own cock. "Did you ever try to get this big fatboy into your mouth?" "WHAT!" He denied it at first. Asked me if I thought he was some gay boy or something. But then I told him what Megan had read us, pretending that we'd stumbled across it accidently. "They say every guy tries it at least once. That's its completely, one hundred percent normal," I told him. Then added, "the article even said that the guys who don't try it are the abnormal ones." It hadn't said that at all but I figured it would get him talking. He finally conceded he'd tried. When he was younger. He told me that he'd almost touched it with his tongue. He was watching me carefully when he said it. I knew I'd better encourage him some more. "They said only one in one thousand can do it, the real freaks," I told him. "Besides this big guy is made for a woman's mouth." My boyfriend smiled. Later I asked him about sperm. Whether he'd ever tasted his... 3- Campus Coffee Shop: Monday, January 16th 2012 "He can't do it." "Who can't do it? And what can't he do?" Nikki asked back. The two of us were sitting in the campus coffee shop. "Suck it." "Suck whaaa-" Nikki stopped in mid question. She'd figured it out. "Kyle?" I nodded. She looked around to see if anyone could hear us before asking, "Kyle can't suck his own cock? You asked him?" I nodded. Nikki started to laugh. I smiled. "And you accuse me of being a slut," my best friend said derisively. "He has tried though. Like when he was younger. But he said he couldn't quite reach." "That's because he's got a small cock," Nikki said dismissively. "Hah! As if Timothy Grant is Mr. Well Endowed." Tim was Nikki's current boyfriend. She laughed then said, "He can't either." "You asked him?" "What do ya think? Of course I did. I mean that's all you weirdoes were talking about the other night." "We weirdoes? It was you that-" "Hah!" Nikki would never admit to anything. So I got back to the subject at hand. "So he's tried it?" "He said he had a long time ago. He said the tip of his tongue almost touched it." Autofellating Brother? "Yeah, in his dreams," I scoffed. "Did he admit to ever tasting his cum?" "Like I was going to ask him if he liked sperm?" "I asked Kyle." "No way!" "I went down on him. The other day ... after we'd had sex," I told my friend. "I thought you didn't like giving blowjobs." "It was a late Christmas gift," I said with a grin. "Anyway, while I was doing it I turned my body so that my legs were over his face." "A sixty-nine?" I nodded. "But he wouldn't. Said he didn't want to lick me when I was full of his own cum. That it was gross." "I hoped you stopped sucking him." "It was a Christmas present," I answered. "Anyway, once I'd finished I asked him about it. Asked him if he'd ever tasted his sperm." "They all do. At least once," Nikki said authoritatively. "I read about it in Cosmo or somewhere." "He denied it at first. But then finally admitted it. Said he just wanted to know what it was like. But that he'd only done it once! And hated it. And then had rinsed out his mouth like six times." "Yeah and we're supposed to like it," Nikki groused. "The little perv probably loved it." Nikki had never been a big fan of my Kyle... 4- Wilson Home: Tuesday, January 24th 2012 8:03 a.m. Even though he's only one year behind me in school I'm almost twenty months older than my little brother Mike. He'd just turned eighteen. My first class on Tuesday mornings is Soc 101 -- Introduction to Sociology. It's an 8:30 a.m. tutorial. It had been cancelled for that morning because the TA who ran it, a PhD student, had a dentist appointment. Which meant that I hadn't got up at my usual 7:00 that morning, nor had I left the house at 7:30 with mom like I usually did on Tuesdays. My parents left our house at the same time every workday morning, dad at 7:20 to drive to his job at the insurance company downtown and mom at 7:30 to her accounting job in the North Village. And seeing that mom worked less than a half mile from campus I always caught a ride with her on the days I had early classes. Which was Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday. Monday and Thursdays I got to sleep in. Which meant that Mike believed he was home alone when he walked out of the bathroom at 8:03 that morning. Drying his hair as he walked. With nothing else on! Naked as a jaybird as they say. I was walking towards him. Dressed and on my way down to the kitchen to make breakfast. I stopped. Looked. Gasped. Looked again. Oh my gawd! For ten seconds neither of us moved. Mike's mouth had popped open. My eyes had! For second after second neither of us said anything. I should have turned away. Or said something. I didn't. Instead my eyes locked onto the thing hanging between his legs. And stayed locked on it. Mike should have said something. And he definitely should have quickly covered himself with the towel. But he hadn't. It was like the two of us were frozen in some slow motion tableau. After what seemed like a minute, but was probably only ten or fifteen seconds, my little brother finally reacted. "Jeeesus," he finally muttered, then a quick, "sorry," before he rushed through his bedroom door and disappeared. But not before I caught a look at his naked butt. My brother was no longer a little boy! **** Ten minutes later, as I was sitting at the kitchen table trying to swallow my morning cereal, Mike appeared. Fully dressed. Ready for school. My mind had been swirling with the images of what I'd seen for the last ten minutes. "I didn't know you were still ... I thought you'd gone with mom ... I wouldn't have ..." my little brother spluttered out. "It's okay, I didn't really see anything," I answered as a blush spread across my face. "You didn't?" We both knew I'd seen everything. "Anyway, you're my brother, it's normal ... it was bound to happen sometime. I mean we do share a bathroom," I said as I got up from the table and carried my empty bowl to the sink. I just wanted to get the heck out of there. "Still," Mike offered as I headed for the door. I knew if I stayed one minute longer I'd ask the question that had been on the tip of my tongue since I'd seen him naked. The hair thing. 5- Wilson Home: Monday January 30th 2012 I didn't tell Nikki what I'd seen. No way! But don't kid yourself, what I'd seen was not easily forgotten. My brother had a large cock. I mean I hadn't seen it erect or anything but just hanging there it had been longer than Kyle's. And bigger around. And then there was the other thing! It had been a strange week since I'd seen him. My brother's and my relationship with each other had been irrevocably changed. Knocked upside down. We hadn't mentioned the 'incident' once in the following days but it had been hanging over us every second we'd been together. I'd been nervous every time I'd run into him. My brother was a man! He'd morphed from a cute younger brother, a pest at times but usually tolerated and even loved by his older sister, into this guy with a penis. A bald penis for crying out loud. And what the heck was with that I continually wondered as the days passed. It will never happen again I tried to convince myself even while somewhere deep inside my brain I recognised that I wanted it to. That I wanted to see it again. I dreamed of it that week. Again and again. Both as I'd seen it and how I imagined it erect. Monday was one of my regular sleep-in days. Days I didn't leave early with mom. My first class was only at ten. So Mike certainly couldn't use the excuse that he'd thought he was alone in the house when he exited the bathroom nude that morning. In fact I'm pretty sure he'd been listening for me, waiting for me to come out of my room. Had he wanted me to see him nude again as badly as I had wanted to? "Sorry," he said when we almost bumped into each other. But he didn't sound sorry. Or act it. In fact I couldn't miss the insouciant pose he struck. Thrusting his hips out even as he pretended to be surprised. His cock was bigger than it had been the first time. It wasn't fully erect but it was certainly more than half way there. I couldn't take my eyes off it. Had he made it bigger purposely, rubbed it, before he'd left the bathroom I wondered as I watched it. I stared. He caught me staring. Seconds passed. He finally turned and made as if to flee to his bedroom. I simply stood transfixed as I watched him. My brother's cock was beautiful. I mean it. It looked like the ones you see on the internet: big, strong, straight, the right color, the head perfectly shaped ... I snapped out of it just as he disappeared through his door. Then, without conscious thought on my part, the words spilled from my lips. "Hey, can I ask you something?" Mike reappeared. Still nude. Smiling. There was a look on his face that guys give girls they're trying to impress. It was a look he'd never given me before. "Sure. What?" Don't ask him I tried to order my brain. It didn't listen. "Why don't you have any hair?" I didn't say pubic hair but he knew exactly what I was talking about. "Here you mean?" as he held up his arms and exposed his hairless armpits. "Or do you mean my legs?" he asked. "You're ... there," I said as I pointed at my brother's groin. He started to laugh. Then slowly ran his palm across his groin. A groin that sported only a light stubble of blond hairs. "Do you really want to know?" I nodded yes even though what I really wanted to do was flee. "It was for the swim meet. The big one the week after Christmas. The State one." "You're not supposed to shave down there." "Just when it's a special occasion. For a big meet. We all do it." "All? Who all? Surely not the girls..." "It's sorta a team ritual. Just for the older members of the team. The night before the State meet. And only for those that qualified. We shave each other." "What! Girls and boys together?" "You can't tell anyone," my brother cautioned. I was having trouble keeping eye contact with him as my eyes continually darted downwards. "This year only Jennie Connors and Sue Graham and I qualified." I knew my brother had gone to the meet. It had been held the second, third and fourth of January in Pittsburgh. "They shaved you? Your-" Mike nodded. "Where were the coaches? Christ they're supposed to be supervising you." "You don't understand," he answered. "Jennie Connors and Sue Graham shaved your prick and balls and I don't understand?" My brother raised his eyes in surprise at my use of the words prick and balls. "It's for luck. To build team spirit," my brother answered. "Team spirit! What about your girlfriend? What about Bonnie?" "This has nothing to do with her. She's my girlfriend, this was sports." As he talked another wheel clicked in my brain. "You didn't shave them?" he nodded. "Everywhere?" Another nod. And then Mikey launched into a full description of the group shaving. Two eighteen year old girls had lathered my brothers body. They'd shaved his arms, his legs, his stomach. Then they'd moved lower. "Did you get an erection while they were doing it?" I interrupted. He nodded. For second after second the vision of two girls on their knees with razors in their hands facing my brothers cock bounced around my brain. "You didn't do anything else? Any sex stuff did you?" I finally asked. "Of course not!" In a tone that asked, 'are you crazy'. "You can't have sex the night before a race. You can't waste the energy ... you'd never swim as fast. Everyone knows that." Yeah right, I thought. You can spend all night shaving each other's private parts but you can't have sex. And I was about to tell him that when he said, "You only get to sleep with the girls if you place in your race. And only after the meet is over." I knew Mikey had placed second in one of his races. "One of them had to sleep with you?" I asked. He shook his head no. Then held up two fingers."You didn't," spat out from my mouth. He nodded yes. My little brother had been involved in a threesome? And neither of the girls was his girlfriend. "You fucked them?" "I had to. They both placed in their races too." I just shook my head. But even as I did I couldn't help noticing that my brother's penis had reached full erection. And had to wonder how either of the girls had ever been able to accommodate the giant facing me. "I've got to go ... I'm late," I finally stammered out. Then I fled. Who was this guy? 6- Campus: Wednesday February 1st 2012 "I saw it." I said it softly. It was two days after my second sighting of Mikey's penis. "Saw what?" Nikki asked back. We were sitting in the campus coffee shop. We'd just finished our Wednesday morning English class. "Mikey's penis," I whispered across the table. "Whaaaaaat!" my best friend screeched. I didn't tell her that it was shaved. Or who'd shaved it. Or the fact that he'd slept with the two girls who'd shaved it. Girls who weren't even his 'real' girlfriends as he'd put it. Instead I simply told her how by accident I'd seen him coming out of the bathroom. "It was just for a second, I hardly saw anything," I told her. "Is it big?" Nikki asked eagerly. "I'm not sure ... and it wasn't erect or anything. It was just hanging down, and I just saw it for-" "How far did it hang down?" I hemmed and hawed for a while as Nikki tossed questions at me. But finally, I conceded that, "it is bigger than I thought." "I knew it!" she yelled triumphantly. "And we're going to see if he can suck it!" "Slut!" I accused. But I was smiling inside. While wondering if he really could do it. "When's his next swim meet?" my friend asked. **** I spent that afternoon in Kyle's bed. And I tried as hard as I could to concentrate on my boyfriend. But even as he pumped his penis into me I couldn't keep my mind from thinking about the other penis I'd seen that week. Wondering what it would feel like inside me ... or if it would even fit! 7- Bathroom: Monday February 6th 2012 I thought about it for a long time before I decided to act. Considered the pros and cons. Which turned out to be all cons. My brother? Incest? Gross. But in the end that didn't dissuade me. So, on Monday the 6th of February, I let my brother see me naked. No, no, I didn't just flounce into his room bare assed or anything. I planned it. And I had no intention of it leading to anything sexual. It was sorta payback. I've seen yours and I'm going to let you see mine. That's all. Period! Or that's what I told myself... I waited until the following Monday, another of my late start mornings, so my parents had already left for work when I walked out of my bedroom door that morning. All I had on was a robe. A silk one. My sexiest. No underwear beneath. I'd heard the shower running just minutes before but Mike still hadn't appeared. I knew he was probably at the sink shaving. I knocked. Then a second time harder. "You're taking all day ... I'm late," I shouted my complaint to the shut door. "Hold your horses," my brother yelled back. "You say that every day," I said in my most petulant tone. My brother opened the door. His face was lathered up with shaving cream. He was holding a razor in his hand. He was naked. Beads of water glistened on his chest. A well developed chest. A chest that had been built up with hours of weight lifting that was a big part of his swimming training regimen. I'd never really realised before how ... how manly he'd become. Then my eyes slid lower. The cock! The perfect cock! "The showers free in you're in such a big rush," he challenged. He had no idea that that was exactly what I'd hope he'd say. "Don't look," I ordered, as my hands went to the sash holding my robe together. "What!" Mike couldn't hide his surprise. "You're not going to-" "I'm late and I told you not to look," I repeated as I opened my robe and gave him a quick glimpse of my body before I turned away from him. "Jesus," he muttered as I let the robe fall to the ground. A second later I'd stepped into the shower and closed the door. The glass door! He watched me the whole time I showered. I watched him watching me. My nipples hardened as I soaped them. I did it slowly. My brother's eyes never left me. I paid special attention to my pubic mound. He watched as I cleaned it. As I spread my lips with the bar of soap. He gaped throughout. My pussy was on fire when I finally stepped out of the shower, and he, my supposed little brother, was sporting the largest hard-on I'd ever seen. "You're certainly taking a long time to shave, and you weren't supposed to look," I admonished as I dried myself. We were about two feet apart. Mike mumbled something as he continued to stare. "I suppose you're planning to shave down there again. Your balls," I said, stunned at how brazen I was being. It was like someone else had taken control of my voice. "Would you like me to?" Mike asked, finally having snapped out of his stunned state. "No I definitely would not," I answered. "It looks weird enough as it is." Since the meet and his pubic shaving Mike's groin had sprouted a thin, short head of hair. It still looked funny. "Bonnie likes it like this," he answered. Bonnie was his girlfriend. The one who didn't get to shave him. "And did you happen to tell her how it got that way?" "Are you crazy?" he answered. Of course he hadn't told his girlfriend that two of his swimming teammates, girls, had been the ones who'd cleared his pubic forest. "And you shouldn't have an erection in front of your sister. It's sick," I complained as I picked the robe up and slipped it over my shoulders. "It's your fault. Besides I haven't masturbated yet." "What?" Barked out by me. "My morning masturbation. I haven't done it yet. I'm late. It's your fault. I would have finished by now if you hadn't barged in," he accused. The cocky attitude he'd been displaying towards me for the last two weeks was back in his voice. "Like you masturbate every morning?" He nodded. "Every single day?" He nodded again. "No way!" "All boys do it. Would you like to watch?" he asked as his palm circled his hardness. "Are you crazy? NO!" Which was a lie. I edged towards the door. But then hesitated in the doorway. Watched as he grabbed the can of shaving cream with his free hand and then squirted out a thick line of foam across the top of his cock. "What are you doing? I thought you weren't going to shave it," I said as I watched his hand start to move. "Lubrication," he mumbled as the pace of his hand picked up. "You're not going to do it here? Not in the sink are you?" I asked. "You're not going to shoot your ... your sperm are you?" He smiled. His hand continued to move. I continued to watch it. "Open your robe ... hurry ... please Kim," he begged. His hand was going a mile a minute. Shaving cream was flying off the end of his cock. "But--" But I did it anyway. I opened my robe. I let him see my breasts. My pussy. I'd never been as excited in my life. My eyes were devouring him. "You're beautiful. Fucking beautiful," he groaned. I knew he was seconds away. "Not in the sink... not there," I suddenly pled. And knew as I said the words that I wanted him to spurt his sperm onto me. Onto my nude body. Onto my breasts ... my legs ... my... But he didn't! Instead, at the very last moment, he grabbed the glass that was sitting in the cup holder next to our toothbrushes above the sink. My water glass. That I drank from every day. Horrified I watched as he brought it to his cock and slipped it over his cockhead. Before I could utter one word of protest a first spurting strand of his cream exploded from the end of his cock. "Don't!" "Oh fuck," Mike screamed. Mesmerised I watched as a continuous series of contractions and ejaculations rippled up and down his cock and propelled thick gobs of sperm into the glass. The glass was almost full when he finally squeezed out the last drops from his penis. My knees were shaking and my thighs were trembling. I was sopping wet between my legs. And then he handed me the glass. The glass that was brimming with my brother's sperm. Without thinking I took it. Then I rushed from the room. **** "Hey, I'm off." I looked up. Mikey was standing in my doorway. He was dressed and had his school briefcase in his hand. I was still in my robe. The glass of sperm was sitting on my bedside table. I wanted to say something. But I had no idea what. Then my brother hoarsely whispered out a 'thanks' and then was gone. I fought with myself to not call him back. I watched him through my window when he came out our front door of our house and started to walk down the driveway. Then he turned and looked up. And saw me. And I saw the question in his eyes. It was as clear as if he'd spoken. It asked, 'do you want me to stay? To come back?'. Shaking my head no I quickly turned from my window. When I looked back he was halfway down the block. Then I turned towards my bedside table. Opened the drawer. Slipped my hand around the 'Black Avenger'. And I started to talk to him as I lay down on my bed on my back. "Fuck me Mikey ... fuck me with your big, hard cock," I told the seven inch piece of plastic in my hand. Then I kissed it. And then I did something really sick. I grabbed the glass. Then I pushed the 'Black Avenger' down into the still warm cream. A second later the head of my dildo, now dripping cum, was in my mouth. And it tasted good! Which it shouldn't of have. I generally don't like the taste of it. WTF? Had it somehow interacted with the dildo to make it taste better? Had sitting in the glass for ten minutes somehow improved it? Does sperm age like wine? Or was it the fact that it was my brother's cum that made it so palatable? I definitely shouldn't have done what I then did next. But I couldn't help myself. I just wasn't thinking. My hands and arms were no longer under my control. My throbbing vagina had become the boss. I put my hand into the glass and scooped up gobs of my brother's sperm. And then coated the 'Black Avenger' with it. From its head to its base. Autofellating Brother? A second later the head of the dildo, a now cream covered head, was running up and down my slit. No foreplay was needed, my cunt was dripping in anticipation. The 'Black Avenger' slid in easily. I screamed. Pulled him almost all the way out. The rammed him back in. "Yessssssssss ... yes Mikey," I screamed as I pistoned the dildo in and out of me. Seconds later I came! Like I never had before in my life. And a piece of plastic had done it. A dildo covered with my brother's sperm... the stuff leaking out from between my legs had been produced by my brother's balls. How gross was that? "You've been a bad, bad boy Mikey," I admonished the Black Avenger, then I gave him a kiss and dipped him back into the glass of sperm. And then I pushed him into my mouth. And I, someone who'd never been able to even get all of Kyle's penis into my mouth, somehow, in the aftermath of my super orgasm, was able to swallow every inch of the sperm coated Black Avenger. I missed my ten o'clock class that day... 8 -- Kim's Bedroom: Thursday February 9th 2012 It was just after 7:30 in the morning. I'd just woken. I'd just heard mom's car as it exited our driveway. It was a sleep-in day I realised as I stretched my body languorously. I was thinking about what Kyle and I were going to do that afternoon when the wolf whistle shrilly pierced the quiet of my room. Mike was standing in the doorway. Naked. Erect. Slowly he walked towards my bed. "Mom's just left," he said as he circled his cock with his hand. "Dad's gone too." I licked my lips. "You shouldn't be here." "I thought you'd maybe like to see me do it again," Mikey said as he grabbed my desk chair and pulled it over to my bed. "See you do what?" I asked. As if I didn't know. "Masturbate. You liked it last time," he said as he sat down on the chair facing me. "No I didn't. It was gross." "I'll let you shave me if you let me watch you while I do it," he said as his hand started to move in his lap. "I don't want to shave you," I answered as I sat up in bed. "Sit here ... no right here," he near ordered, his tone desperate, as he patted a spot right opposite him. "Why should I," I asked even as I moved to do his bidding. A second later I was sitting on the edge of the bed facing him. Our knees were touching. "Take off your nightie." I shouldn't have. But I did. "Spread your legs," he ordered as he slipped his knees inside of mine and pushed mine apart. I didn't say a word. Instead I just watched his cock. "You're beautiful ... your tits ... your cunt ... look at my cock Kim ... look how big you're making him," he groaned out as he pumped his penis. And he was so close to me that with every stroke it seemed it would touch me. It didn't. But the sperm that soon exploded from its end certainly did! I was left covered in his sperm. A strand hung from my left cheek. My breasts, my nipples still tingling, were splotched with thick, white gobs of cream. My stomach. My thighs. In my pubic hair. My brother stood. Perspiration coated his body. He was still breathing hard. A final short strand of his cum was oozing from the end of his still semi hard cock. "Thanks," he said softly. "We shouldn't have ... you shouldn't have. We can't do it ever again, it's so wrong," I said softly. But I loved the feeling of his cream on my skin, loved the male odor of his sex that permeated the room. My pussy was gaping open. I could smell my need. I rubbed the sperm into my pubic hair. "Are you okay?" Asked with tenderness. With love. "You know I'd never hurt you," he promised as he ran his palm tenderly across my cheek. Oh fuck! Just watching him had made me wetter than anything any of my previous boyfriends and lovers had ever done to me. I had to order myself not to lean over and lick the cum from the end of his cock. "I gotta go soon ... I'm late," he said as his finger softly brushed across my lips. I kissed it. "I know." Mike tentatively made to stand. "It's so big," I added without thinking. My brain had stopped! "It's not that big," Mike said shyly. But with a large, proud grin on his face. "Can Bonnie ... it's not too-" I stammered. How the hell does his girlfriend, and Bonnie was a petite girl, ever have room for it I wondered. "Big?" he shook his head, then added, "I think she likes it better than she does me." "Hah! She's lucky to have you," I answered. And knew as I said the words that she didn't deserve him. Why the heck should she have him? "She's not even close to being a nice as you," my little brother answered. "Or as beautiful. If you weren't my sister I'd-" "But I am your sister!" I didn't want him to say the words. Once out I knew we'd be changed forever. "Now get out of here," I ordered. In response he leaned over and gave me a kiss on my lips. It was the first time we'd ever kissed like that. It lasted a little longer than it should have. My nipples started to tingle. I knew I had to break away, if I didn't I knew things would happen. Things that shouldn't. Bad things. Incest things. "Sorry," he said as he stood up and then started to back towards the door. I couldn't help but notice his penis was again erect. Heck, how could I miss it, it was huge bobbing in the air just feet from me. I started to giggle. And knew I was going to ask him even as I told myself not to. I couldn't help myself. "What?" he asked as he edged back towards me. Don't say it you idiot I tried to order myself. To no avail. "It was just something Nikki said. About you," I said through my giggles. "Nikki? She was talking about me?" "It's weird." "What is?" he asked as he came back sat back down on the edge of the chair. "I shouldn't tell you." But of course I did! "Do you remember the weekend you and mom and dad went to look at colleges," I started. Mike nodded. "And you know I had a girl's weekend here." My family had known all about my friends staying with me. Mike nodded again. So I told my brother how we'd gone out clubbing and then had ended up in my bedroom listening to music and watching videos and drinking beer. "That doesn't sound that weird," Mike interrupted at one point. That's when I asked him if he knew what auto fellatio was. "Italian cars? You girls were watching videos of cars?" I shook my head no. "Sarah found the video. By accident. I mean none of us look at that kind of stuff normally." "Porn? You guys were watching Italian porn?" Ahhhhh! Why the heck didn't he know what the bloody term meant I cursed to myself. "Hand me my IPad," I ordered. Clearly bemused my little brother leaned over and grabbed my IPad from the top of my desk. "Are you going to show your little brother a dirty movie?" he teased. He had no idea what he was about to see. "Afterwards Megan looked it up on Wikipedia and we found out that just about every teenage boy tries it," I said as I typed 'auto fellatio' into Google videos. "Try what?" In answer I turned my IPad so he could see it. For seconds my brother didn't say a word. Clearly shocked his mouth hung open. "It said on the Internet that only one guy in a hundred can even touch the tip of his penis with his tongue. And only one in a thousand can properly auto fellate. Like that guys doing." "It's gross," my brother finally said. "None of our boyfriends can do it." "You asked your boyfriends if they could suck their own cocks? All of you?" Mike clearly couldn't believe what he'd been hearing. "Uh huh. And they all admitted they'd tried it. You know, like when they were young. But they couldn't reach." Mikey was shaking his head when I asked, "did you ever try?" "Of course not," was shot back at me. "Nikki said you were the only person she could think of who might be able to do it." "Why'd she say that? She's never seen me ... you didn't say anything did you?" "This was before I'd ever seen you. It was because of what Megan read us from the Internet. You have to be very flexible as well as having a big cock. Nikki remembered what you were like when you were young. How you used to hand upside down on the monkey bars." "That was a long time ago. Besides she still didn't know how big my penis was." "She said all good swimmers have big penises. That you must have one. She wants to ask you. But she was too shy." "Ask me if I ever tried it?" "You did, didn't you? Probably when you were young, that's when they say all boys try it." "I didn't!" "Hah, you're just saying that because you couldn't do it either." "I coulda if I'd tried," my brother said. "I'll tell Nikki she'll just have to look for someone else if she wants to see it." "She really wants to watch some guy doing it? She wanted to watch me?" There was a glimmer of interest in my brother's eyes. "It doesn't matter. We'll find somebody else. I told her she was crazy, that you couldn't do it." I knew that boys hate being told they can't do something. "Why'd you say that? You should be defending your brother. Besides, I can." "Hah!" Said scornfully. "I did do it once," Mikey then claimed. "Liar!" "I did. Like you said ... when I was young." "You're just making it up." My brother was falling into my trap. "I touched it with my tongue. I'm serious." "Yeah right! Next you're going to claim you got the whole head inside your mouth." "I did!" "You did not! Only one guy in a thousand can do it." "I did so." My dear brother was starting to get excited. "Then show me!" "No way." "I'll bet you can't," I challenged. "How much?" He'd risen to the bait. "Twenty dollars." "You think I'm going to suck my cock for twenty dollars?" "I knew you couldn't do it." "A hundred dollars," he challenged back. "If I can't do it I'll pay you one hundred bucks." Which was a lot of money for a college student. "That's stupid, you don't have a hundred dollars. And neither do I." "Yes I do. And if you lose you won't have to pay me a hundred." "Why not?" "If you lose you'll have to do something else," he said, the gleam back in his eye. "Something else? What?" "It won't cost you a penny. You'll just have to finish what I started." "Finish what you--" But I understood what he meant before I finished my question. "If I can suck it then you have to too." "Unh uh. No way. I'm your sister." "Chicken!" "Am not," I said. "You can't do it anyway." "You'll never know," Mikey said with a grin as he stood up. "Besides it wouldn't be worth it for me, you're probably not very good at it," he said as he grabbed his penis and brought it toward my mouth. "Don't you dare," I squealed the second his cockhead, still sticky from its recent ejaculation, touched my lips. "Maybe I'll just try Nikki instead," he said as he stepped back from me. "She's a slut! And I know you can't do it," I exclaimed angrily. "Wanna bet?" he asked with a grin. What could I say? I had to take the bet didn't I? Of course I did. Who'd fallen into who's trap I wondered as I agreed. "You'll have to get it into your mouth, not just touch it with your tongue to win," I finally conceded. "How far?" Mikey asked back. I looked at my brother's penis. Then reached for it. "At least this far ... halfway down the shaft. I'll put a mark on it"' I told him as my fingers circled him. Touching his cock for the first time. "How many tries do I get?" We spent the next five minutes arguing and negotiating. Finally agreeing that If Mikey could somehow get half of the shaft of his penis into his mouth (and that wasn't counting the big head on it) he would win the bet and I would have to finish the auto fellation. It would become a sister fellation. He'd be allowed three tries over a fifteen minute period. We scheduled it for the morning of February 14th, Saint Valentine's Day because he insisted on having a few days to prepare and practice. We swore each other to secrecy... **** I just made my eleven o'clock class that morning. Then I went to Kyle's room after lunch. At about two fifteen my boyfriend, gasping and panting, asked, "what the hell's got into you today?" We'd just completed our third penile/vaginal encounter. I'd been very demanding. I'd been on top for the second and third fucks. The whole time I'd been imaging what my brother's penis would feel like inside me... How the hell was I going to get it into my mouth? 9- Valentines Day: Feb 14th 2012 "You have to get this much into your mouth," I instructed as I made a mark on his penis. "That's more than halfway, that's not what we agreed to," he complained, but with a twinkle in his eyes. I knew he thought he could do it. I still wasn't sure. "It's exactly halfway down the shaft," I answered. It was nine a.m. Mom and dad were long gone. I'd thought he'd insist on starting the instant they'd left the house. But Mikey instead had taken his time. "I have to do some warm-up exercises first," he'd said when I'd gone into his room at just after eight. So I'd watched him for twenty minutes while he went through a stretching routine on a mat on the floor of his bedroom. Naked. Then he'd insisted on taking a shower before his big attempt. But not before telling me he had a job for me. "What job," I'd asked. "You'll have to shave me. I don't want to get hairs in my teeth." "I am not going to shave you! Period. Besides you'll never get it near your mouth," I answered even as he grabbed his shaving cream and razor and stepped into the shower. He left the door open. He said nothing, simply looked me in the eyes. After a few seconds my eyes dropped. I knew that if I didn't shave him he'd walk away from our bet. And I didn't want him to do that. So I reluctantly joined him in the shower. Of course I had to disrobe before I joined him. And then, once he'd turned the water on, he washed me from head to toe. My nipples hardened. My legs trembled. Then I reciprocated. And then, after I'd cleaned him, and on my knees in the shower, I shaved every last pubic hair on my brother's body. Every hair growing at the base of his cock. Every hair on his balls. And as I shaved around his massive erection I knew I was hoping he'd win our bet. Even if I had to somehow try to get it into my mouth. Mike failed on his first attempt! Didn't even touch the end of it. After returning to his room and after having his cock marked by me, he'd simply sat down on his bed and tried to bend over. Watching him I knew there was no way he'd be able to reach in that position. None of the guys in the videos I'd seen had done it like that. Mind you he got awfully close to the tip of his cock with his tongue. And quite honestly he didn't seem to have tried that hard. Which was strange. "That wasn't very good," I scoffed when he finally gave on up his first attempt. "I hope you've got your hundred bucks ready." He just smiled as he stood up. Then, for the next three or four minutes he went through another series of stretching exercises before sitting back down on the bed. Then he lay down on his side. Smiled up at me. Blew me a kiss. The second attempt, this one utilizing a much different position, brought him a somewhat better result. His tongue made contact! Then made a complete, wet circle around the head of his penis. I gasped. Then picked up my video camera. "You're going to love it, love sucking my big cock," he said with a leer. "Hah, you've hardly got any of it in your mouth, you'll never do it," I said as I started to film him. And then he dipped his head again and pushed his cockhead through his lips. Then made a slurping, sucking sound. "You still have at least four inches to go," I said contemptuously. But I was licking my lips. I wanted to taste him. For about another minute he tried without getting much more in his mouth before finally giving up. But he was still smiling. "You've only got one more try at it left Mr. Big Guy. Where's that hundred?" I challenged, taunting him. In answer he got back up off the bed and did a few more stretches. He was completely at ease, a confidence in his eyes that belied his first two attempts. And I knew suddenly that he'd been playing with me. That he was going to be able to do it. And he did! With another new position. One he'd obviously practiced. He simply got back on his back and then lifted his legs up vertically and then slowly brought them down over his head. And then the head of his cock was in his mouth. And then, with his hands pushing down on the back of his thighs, the shaft of his penis slowly disappeared. One inch. A second. A third. Another inch and his lips slipped over the line I'd magic marked on his penis. "Oh my gawd," I gasped even as I aimed my camera at the vanishing penis. Another inch. Another. Then another. It was impossible! And then with a little twist of his body it completely disappeared. My brother hadn't just won the bet, he'd actually swallowed the biggest cock I'd ever seen. Then, as I watched mouth agape, he slowly pulled back and released it. His cock reappeared. Then he licked his cockhead. Then his cock disappeared again. And all the while his eyes were zoomed in on mine. They were smiling eyes. He pumped his cock in and out at least ten times before finally completely letting it escape from his mouth. "Your turn," he said softly as he let his legs fall back onto the bed. His huge erection was pointing angrily up at the sky. "I can't." Suddenly afraid. But I did climb up on the bed and then knelt between Mikey's legs. "It's too big." "Kiss it first," my little brother ordered as he lifted his hips up off the bed. My left palm tentatively closed around the saliva covered shaft. I bent over and kissed it. Kissed my brother's cock. Then opened my mouth as wide as I could and lowered my head. One inch. A second. A third. I was full and still hadn't reached the line. I pulled back for a second. Kissed the head again. Then licked the underside of the shaft. Mike groaned. I looked up and saw he was now the one with the camera in his hand. I smiled at it and then dipped my head again after taking a big breath. Gulped in a mouthful of air and then gulped in his penis. And was able to swallow more the second time. I reached the line. Just. Then retreated. Then lapped at his cock before pushing downward again. "Turn around. Kim..." I looked up. Slowly let his penis out of my mouth. "What?" I asked. "Turn around. Your body," he instructed when he saw I didn't get it. Then he reached out and grabbed my leg. I finally understood. "A sixty-nine?" I asked as I swivelled, letting him pull my legs up over his face. "Boys don't usually like that," I said as I felt the tip of my brother's tongue start to slide up the inner thigh of my left leg. "Don't stop what you were doing," he ordered as he transferred the moist tip to my right leg. I couldn't help holding my breath as it inched upward, as it slid toward my now straining clitoris. A hard quick slap. Delivered to my derriere. "Owww," I squealed. I lowered my head back onto his cock! And then my whole body twitched the second his tongue found my clit. His hips thrust upward off the bed. I swallowed. Gasped. Choked. Then would have screamed if my mouth hadn't been full when his tongue probed inside of me. A second later I felt a finger pushed into my bum. I started to bob my head. My brother did things with his tongue that I'd only ever dreamed about. I did not get all of my brother's penis in my mouth that day. But I got a hell of a lot of it in. The head and at least another six inches. Turning around had improved the angle and allowed me to swallow more. A better trajectory. And as my brother licked and sucked me I reciprocated. To the best of my ability. Which in the end proved more than adequate. As my orgasm hit me, as the spasms radiated out from my vagina to every part of my body, as I trembled in need, Mike's cock started to spew. Autofellating Brother? I swallowed. Gulped some air in and then swallowed some more. I fondled his balls and squeezed out every last drop of his cum. Then licked his still hard cock from top to bottom. "C'mon here," he finally rasped out hoarsely. I slid up my brother's body. Cuddled against his chest as his strong arms held me. We kissed. Again and again. Pushed our tongues into each other's mouths. My brother's hands roved over my body. Exploring. Exciting. Opening me. His cock was huge between our stomachs. "We can't," I finally panted out, knowing that I was seconds away from total submission. "It's wrong. I'm late," I pled as I tried to escape his arms. "You're not going anywhere." "I'm not." Mikey shook his head. "We can't." "I haven't given you your Valentine's Day gift yet have I?" he asked with a smile. His fingers moved over an aching nipple. My body arched against him. "What is it?" We were both panting. "It's right here," he answered as he grabbed my wrist and directed my hand down between our bodies. I closed my palm around his cock. Then moved it so his cockhead rubbed against my slit. Spread my legs. It was too late! And then it was inside me. And my world changed forever! Everything else that I'd ever experienced before that second in my love and sex life, everything I'd thought I'd known, everything I'd been told, was washed away by the tsunami of feelings Mikey's cock awoke in me. "Fuck me," I breathed into his mouth as his cock entered me. "Fuck me with your big cock." Which he did. In the standard missionary position. I started to scream after about he'd taken about three strokes. My body thrashed under his as he took me. It was that eureka moment people always talk about. The moment of total understanding. My brother owned me. And I knew he always would as my orgasm, an orgasm unlike any I'd ever experienced before, rolled through my body. Outside of an hour taking a bath together, and a quick trip to the kitchen to grab some food, my brother and I didn't leave his bed until just before four in the afternoon that day. We did things I'd never imagined. There was a wantonness in our need that was totally foreign to the life I'd lived up until that day. My brother was indefatigable in his lovemaking. I was his slave. I could hardly walk when we finally got out of bed that afternoon. And we'd stopped not because he was incapable of continuing but only because our parents were due. Nikki called at about five-fifteen in the afternoon. "Where were you? I tried to call you all day," my best friend demanded. "I was sick." "You shoulda at least answered your phone," Nikki chastised before asking me what was wrong. And if I was okay. "Monthlies," I said softly, then added, "I'm feeling better now." "It's Valentine's Day. The guys are supposed to pick us up at eight. Will you be able to..." "For a while maybe," I answered. And yes I was washed, perfumed, dressed and ready when Kyle showed up at my door at just after eight. Nikki and Tim also came in for a moment to talk to my parents before we left. Mikey watched Kyle the whole time. Then whispered in my ear that he wanted me home by midnight. **** "What was with Mikey, he looked all wired up when we were there?" Nikki asked once we were back in Tim's car and driving away. "I think he has girlfriend problems," I said noncommittally. I was home before midnight. Kyle had been a bit pissed that the evening was ending so early but what could he say? The second I'd started discussing female health issues with him in the bar we'd gone to he'd blushed and turned away. Guys do not like discussing certain things! 10 -- Phone Call: February 15th 2012 There were a dozen red roses strewn across the top of my bed when I got home. Mike was sitting on the loveseat opposite my bed. Naked. The second he saw me he stood. I threw myself into his arms. "What about mom and dad?" I whispered into his ear between kisses. Instead of answering he simply lowered the zipper on the back of my dress. Then slipped the straps down off my shoulders. It slid softly to the floor. A second later my bra was unclasped and joined my dress at my feet. "They'll hear," I said as he crushed my breasts against his chest. "You'll have to be very, very quiet," he said as his fingers found the top of my panties. And then before I could say another word he was inside me again. "Don't you ever get tired?' I asked as he duck walked me back to my bed. A second later I was on my back. Mike was on top of me. His cock was deep inside of me. He owned me. And I knew he always would. "Fuck me, fuck me master," I pled. Mike needed no further urging. His hips started to move. And then my phone started to ring! "Don't answer it." "It's Nikki," I said without even checking as I reached for the phone lying on my bedside table. "Why's she calling now?" "Shussh," I said, then pushed TALK. "Nikki, it's late, I'm busy," I scolded down the line. "You are not." "I'm studying." "Yeah right. The only thing you could be studying at this hour is the Black Avenger. It's not your time of month at all. I just remembered when I got home. That was an excuse wasn't it?" "No, it was just a little fib. I just wasn't up for a night out with Kyle." "That's because he's dull. And he's not as big as the Black Avenger. You've probably got him pushed up inside you as we speak," she accused. If only she knew! Mikey was grinning. "You need a new boyfriend." "What do you want anyway?" As I asked the question my brother ran his tongue around one of my nipples. I groaned. "I knew it, you do have him inside you," Nikki exclaimed after hearing my groan. "I do not." But I giggled. Then Nikki got pensive. "I need a new one too. Both of us do. Guys with great big cocks." "You're such a slut," I accused my friend as my brother fucked me. "I'm going to run an ad in the student newspaper. 'Two beautiful, sexy, horny coeds seek two macho guys who can suck their owns cocks'." "You're crazy!" "But before I run the ad I think we should address the Mikey question." My brother, all ears, perked up when he heard her words. "What Mikey question?" I answered in my most exasperated tone of voice. My pussy was on fire. "We have to see if he can do it." "He cannot do it!" I said but then couldn't stop a gasping, double moan from escaping my lips. Mike was fucking me with long, deep, hard, slow strokes. "You are using that dildo! Take it out. Now. Gosh Kim, I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you." "Yeah right. Talking about guys sucking their own cocks," I said dismissively. I smiled up at my big brother. Then gave him a quick kiss. "What was that," Nikki asked suspiciously. I'd had enough! "Listen, if you really want to know if he can do it you'll just have to ask him. All you do these days is talk, you never do," I accused. Which was completely untrue. "That's not fair!" "Well then ask him." "He's your brother.' "I knew you were a chicken.' "I am not." "I can't talk any more. The Black Avenger needs my full attention." "Kim!" I pushed END. Nikki did call back but I didn't answer. My body was thrashing wildly as Mike brought me back to the edge. Then over it... I'm amazed I didn't wake my parents. **** "Would you mind?" Mikey asked the question as we lay side by side on our backs next to each other. We were both breathing heavily. My brother's cum was oozing out from between my legs. "Nikki? You fucking her?" He nodded. I looked my brother in the eye. Then I whispered, "Not if you let me watch." 10 -- Today: Saturday February 25th 2012 Nikki has still not seen my brother suck his own penis. In fact, ten days after our telephone conversation, she still hasn't discussed the subject with Mike. But she did come over last Sunday when Mike was home and all three of us did hang out together. And we discussed subjects we'd never really discussed in front of him before. Girls. Drinking. Parties. Girlfriends and boyfriends. Mike and I had planned it before she'd got there. "Next time I'm going to ask him," Nikki promised me this week. "Maybe after the swim meet." Yes, Nikki and I are going to watch Mikey swim today. So we'll see him in his little Speedo. With his penis sticking out. Mind you my brother probably won't do very well in his race. You see he had sex last night. Which he's not supposed to do before a race. Especially five different times. I'm afraid my brother is going to be swimming virtually spermless. "Once we've seen him in that I'll be able to bring it up when we get back to your house," Nikki theorised. "And from there..." Mikey does want her to ask him. And he does want her to watch him doing it. And he does want to fuck her. "Growing up I always wanted you two," he admitted to me the other day when we were talking about it. "I used to dream of you two." "You did?" I asked. My little brother's wanted his big sister for years and I hardly knew he existed. Not in a sexual way anyway. And now I'll do anything he wants. Anything! "We should probably make her wait just a little longer ... tease her a bit more," I'd told Mikey last night. I'm not sure if he's willing to wait. We'll see how it goes after the meet. Mom and dad are going to be out tonight so maybe we will do it tonight. "You're going to have to be there too if he agrees to do it," Nikki told me on Thursday as we sat in the campus coffee shop. "Gross!' I muttered back with a grimace on my face. "I'm not going to be there alone! You have to." "He'll never do it. And you'll never ask him," I said dismissively. "Wanna bet?' Nikki challenged. As I knew she would. So, in the end, I agreed that I'd accompany her to the big event if it ever occurs. And if she doesn't ask him, and she's only got a very limited time frame to ask him in, she's going to owe me big time. I don't think I'm going to be jealous. I mean I know Mikey and I can never marry or anything. And there's something exciting, something kinky, about the idea of watching my brother having sex with someone else. All the while knowing that just about every night we crawl into each other's beds and make love. Fuck. And no one knows! We went out to a movie last week. To a cinema complex across town where no one would know us. I didn't wear any panties. We made out like crazy during the movie. People saw us. It's hard to explain how exciting it is too make out with your brother in public and have no one suspect. If only they'd known... And we're planning more public excursions. So, if you're out at a bar in Philly some night and you see two good looking college kids making out, kids that kinda resemble each other, look like siblings in fact, they might just be siblings. They just might be Mikey and me. It's not that rare you know. I mean I thought it was but I've looked it up since we started. On the Internet. Checked some books on human sexuality at the Temple Library. Brothers and sisters do make out together. Thousands and thousands of them every day. They fuck. They make love. Some even get married. Some have children. And you'd never know looking at them. Who's hurt by it? What about you? Did you ever want to sleep with a sister or a brother? Did you ever kiss a sibling. Dance close. Make out? Have sex? I'll bet you did. Or at least you wanted to... I hope you have a great Valentine's Day. And if it happens to be with a sibling you love so what? 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Coming up next (and hopefully quite soon) is the second chapter of "My Girlfriends Mom Shrieked". Then a story for Earth Day that explores (sexually) one of our planets most pressing problems. james (jim) r scouries