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Big Brother

By: omibaba_2



So many people start their marriage life at the age of 32 or more but at this age I already enjoyed it for eight years and finished it also before six months. Now I am living as a widower in the palace like house 'Bihari Mansion' named after me. No one whom I can say my own is around me except servants. I confined myself to solitariness of my master bed room with king size bed, huge adjustable sofa set, very large Belgium glass revolving mirror fitted by the side of my bed and needless to say with general room size bathroom fitted with mini swimming pool size bath tub, jet showers, sprinkle showers and much more. Vehicles did not come out of the garage for long.

It is not so that there is no any close to me in this world. My parents are only 120 miles away from me in a small town running their money lending business. My younger brother Radhe 11 years younger than me is also with them, though not co-operating the father in his whimsical business but paying more attention to his own theatrical interests playing the role of females. I spoke several times to mom to make dad ready to live together with me. I also told her if they are not worried about the prestige of the family of land lords but they should not forget to think of my position and palace in the society and must send Radhe here to get rid of his nasty interests deteriorating for the prestige of the whole family.

At last one evening when I was walking in the open portico a taxi entered through the main iron gates of my building and out came my younger brother Radhe wearing tight jeans and pullover. He bowed down on my feet and I raised him and affectionately kissed him on his head. My happiness knew no bounds. We came inside the house. He was very happy also. I ordered servants to prepare delicious dishes. I last saw him 5 years ago and during the course of time he changed a lot. Curly hairs covering temples, tender moustache, high stature, broad chest and fully grown up man but innocence and childish smile on his face was still prevailing. I asked him lot of questions about mom, dad, dad’s business and from here and there. We took dinner together. Servants went to their servant quarters. We came to our bedroom and Radhe sat besides me on the sofa.

Radhe was very obedient to me and he always gave me fatherly treat .I asked him about his theatrical achievements and he felt little ashamed and lowered his eyes. I told him to live here like a prince, free from all the worries, to have aristocrat hobbies like horse riding, hunting etc. etc., but must stop to play female roles in cheap walking theatres. There was no doubt that his female like face and figure was made for such roles but he was not born in such a family. He told me he was tired of those habits and decided to live with me, to obey me and to co-operate me in my business affairs. I became very happy to know about his feelings and let him sleep with me on my king size bed. He was tired of the journey and slept soon.

But I was not so lucky, sleep was miles away from me. As I lay on the bed my mind began to wander in all the familiar territories of my past and I did not know when I caught in the grip of deep sleep. It might be very early morning when I suddenly became aware that my younger brother Radhe was almost in my embrace. His womanly ass was pressing against my pelvis and I soon realized my hard on. It was feeling warm, very comfortable and at the same time exciting also and that prevented me to change my position. I began to wonder whether it happened accidentally but truly speaking I liked it. Radhe seemed in deep sleep and at the same time I also remained in the very position pretending to be in sleep.

My deceased wife Mala was a very charming and sexy lady. She was very demanding and at the same time very actively co-operating in every sort of sexual activity. I always thought of new ways, new positions, new situations to enjoy sex and she was a lady who not only encouraged me in my adventures but also showed me very amazing and fantastic ways of enjoying sex and for this reason she was a woman not to be forgotten easily. After her depart I began to live in the world of fantasies and only fantasies.

I was never a homosexual and never experienced it but I enjoyed a lot of anal sex and that too in different ways with Mala. In my fantasies I many times dreamt to have at my disposal a very charming, handsome and obedient boy in his early manhood who would feel his earnest duty to full fill my every desire, to take my every will as his command. Surely Radhe was much more than my fantasy boy. This unconscious gifted incident was enough to rise that homosexual hidden within me and it began to desire vehemently to come out.  But at the same time I was much conscious not to spoil this opportunity by any kind of hasty activity and at the same time I also did not like to make any seemingly approach from my side. My younger brother had high esteem for me, he regards me as his father and I did not want to be disgraced before him and develop disgust for me in his mind. It seemed to me as if he was pressing his ass upon my hardness but I decided finally to read his mind fully before taking any kind of liberties.

Next day I explained him lot of things about my business and told him to handle it with full authority,  to take his own decisions and he showed even more regards for me. In the late evening I was all alone in the house, all the servants had gone to celebrate some function of their kin and Radhe was taking the bath. I sat on my sofa and began to think of the ways to make my younger brother my pet. Then Radhe came out of the bathroom in T-shirt and half pant. He was looking very smart and the curves of his body were soothing to my eyes. I was sure he also applied some sort of make up in that he was an expert. He came near to me and stood by the side of my sofa.

"Hey Radhe, you are looking very smart and charming today. Have you any special program to night? Today there is no any present in the house; all have gone to celebrate. In situations like this I feel very lonely in this big house but now you have come here and I will be certainly going to enjoy your company very much which I already missed a lot from the most beloved one of my own like you."

"Brother I enjoy to have bath at evening and yours is the bathroom I always dreamt."

"No my dear you are the master of every thing I possess. Feel free to use every thing present here. If you like to have anything order the servants they will fetch. There are lots of aristocrat cosmetics and you see there is no any to use them. It is your age and of course princely build up to use such things. You should live in fashion and style."

"The early death of my sister has wrecked you; that's why you are saying there is no any to use. What's your age?  Why not you remarry?  Brother you are really a he man and any damsel will be proud to marry you."

"No my dear I am never going to marry again. Now you have come and I got every thing." Saying this I patted on his round and fleshy buttocks.

"I am really proud of to have a brother like you who loves me so much, thinks of me, cares for me. It is my duty to serve you, to keep you always happy, treat your every desire as my command."

"I’m so happy now. You know she didn’t give me child I so fond of but now you are my child." Now my full stretched palm began to measure the geography of his buttocks and I didn’t fail to notice the movement of life under his half pant. I made him to sit besides me. I put my hand on his neck and began to play with the curls of his hairs. In the middle I was also moving my hand on his fleshy and silky cheeks sometimes pressing tenderly giving mild stretch. He had tender moustache but no beard at all.

"Brother I don't remember that any body ever loved me like you, showed such a high degree of affection not even mom or dad.  It feels so nice and good. I am never going to leave you any more. Promise me, you never ask me to leave. Say, whatever I have to do, I will do to please you."

"I already told you that I am very fond of children. You be my child full of life and vigor. A young child is so helpless physically before man but yet it makes any man the slave of its desires. If a man wants to play with it, it encourages him by its smiles and gestures and makes him to play with it more and more. You are a fully grown man, you are not as innocent as child, you understand well but still I want you to be my child, behave with me like a year old child, make me your slave by your behavior and gestures and the question of leaving you never arise."

"What are you talking brother that I should make you my slave? You are my master, my godfather. If I have to drink your piss I will drink it as holy water but only allow me to live with you."

I thought a lot about the incident of the night and now I became quite sure that it did not happen accidentally. My younger brother, my pet, my child of imagination was a passive gay and having strong urge that I play my active role.

"Radhe, you are the prince of this small estate of mine. I can't think to ask you to leave me. You are from the family of landlords. Prove that you are a complete man. Be free and frank with me and will be spanked if behaved like a shy and timid woman. Now come on and prove." By saying this I made him stand just front of me. I put my both palms on his rear hillocks. "You are my child, I always love you but you must show by your behavior and gestures that you like to be my child. You are fond of play." As I was saying this I put my index finger right on the opening of his anus and pressed gently inward upon his dress and glanced right into his eyes smilingly. He flushed and his cheeks became pink, the bulge at the front of his pants began to grow and he also threw a smile full of satisfaction.

I stood before him and helped him to undo T-shirt. His chest was broad but to my amaze completely hairless quite opposite to me, but he had thick black hairs in his armpits. I kissed him on the cheeks and then put my lips on his lips and took a long kiss. We both were trembling. I sat on the sofa, unbuttoned his half pant and lowered until it fell on the ground. Now he was stark naked standing before me. His cock was great, thick, straight and smooth. Curls of pubic hairs were surrounding his lollipop cock. Testicles were tight. I fisted his full cock from the root and it was hot and tight like a rod. It gave me immense pleasure that I was going to take a ride on a complete man. I always hated those people who persuade innocent children for their sexual pleasure. It will be better to try it in a bottle rather than to fuck a male who himself is not able to fuck anything.

"Radhe you are the true child of land lords. Show me and offer me your beautiful ass. I liked you very much and surely going to love you, nobody loved you before. I will make you my cow on your four hands and feet and ride upon you like a bull."

Radhe turned and put one foot upon the sofa and buried his head on the wide rest of the sofa and raised his majestic ass before my face. A big plate came before my eyes, slippery and smooth. The complexion of the buttocks was matching the rest of his body, it was no darker. I began to move both of my full stretched palms on his melon like buttocks and pressing both thumbs at the sides of his anus. Anus hole was round with a thick pink rim around like a ring. His inner thighs were hairless, flat, smooth and like a woman's. I could not resist any more and put the tip of my tongue right on the anus and released thick saliva on it and began to rotate tongue on his pink rim. Radhe brought both his hands behind and stretched his ass cheeks as for as possible for me. My hands were playing with his testicles and cock. After rimming his ass I eased on the sofa and straddled him on his knees so that his cock could touch my face. His cock was really beautiful and one could not desist to take it in mouth. First I rolled his cock well with my saliva and then took the head of his cock between my rounded lips. Then I began to gulp slowly his cock by inner and outer thrusts until it inserted into my mouth up to the root. I started to press the cock between my tongue and palate and really it was the most fascinating experience of my life I never enjoyed before and only then I understood why my wife Mala used to become so horny to suck my cock. Radhe was enjoying it and he began to pump the cock in and out of my mouth.

"Oh my big brother, you are sucking my cock so well. It is great. I was not wrong to come here. I will suck your cock, lick you ass, drink your piss, fill your cock in my ass, and become your wife. Oh my master!  Suck my cock, I am going to explode, something wants to come out. Oh I am coming, coming..." 

It was sensational, I was on fire, It was difficult for me to control any more but I wanted to give some rest to Radhe and make him fresh before my maiden attack on my younger brother, my child of imagination. I came with Radhe in front of big almirah and opened it and it was my bar. Different brands and every thing necessary for a drink session were in its place. I picked up one bottle of champagne..."My child, I am opening this to celebrate your beautiful ass. Enjoy it." I filled two glasses, drank, took some dry fruits and then took out two ice soaked napkins from the freeze to wash out our faces.

I guided Radhe to the side of my bed and undo my gown. I took my brother into my arms and pressed him against my hairy chest. He began to rub his face on my chest and in my armpits eager to fill my masculine aroma into his nostrils. I raised his head and passionately began to suck his lips and tongue at the same time also measuring his buttocks. I made him sit on my bed and lowered my brief in front of him. My marathon cock straight and erect making 135` angle like the barrel of a canon was wavering before his eyes. Coppery head the size of an egg of a hen was like the crown. Radhe was very fondly and admiringly staring at my cock as if a child got the toy of his dream.

"Brother you are the master of my this master, I am slave of. You are my super master. I am the mistress of it." Saying this he began to fondle my cock, twisting, griping, shaking, and rubbing on his face passionately. He was also playing with my testicles, stretching downwards to give maximum tension to my cock. He then slowly took the head of my cock in his mouth and wetted it well by moving his tongue on all sides of it and began to swallow it slowly till three fourth of my cock was inside his mouth. In this position it was not possible for him to take my full cock in his mouth. So I leaned him and I stood before him stretching my feet. I told him to open his mouth as for as possible and picking his head between my hands I began to push my cock vigorously in his open mouth till it reached up to his pharynx and he started making growling sounds.

"My darling Radhe you are fantastic, now come forward and give me, I want to take you. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Yes my lord, [he showed me his ass stretching] you want to put your monster in this. You must put it brother. I desire it. It is meant for this and only for yours. Oh my big brother take me, take me as you like."

I bent Radhe on my bed putting some pillow below his pelvis to raise his womanly ass in its full glory. I then straddled upon his back picking a jar of anal jelly, my face towards his ass and big mirror fitted there, where I could watch his rounded ass spread. I applied thick jelly upon his anus, spread it well and began to dig his tight ass hole that started opening slowly.  I filled his opened ass hole with more jelly and inserted my index finger full inside. I gave several in and out push watching in the mirror and then coated my cock well with jelly and took my position behind his ass. I was ready to conquer the fort with canon on.

"Yes my beloved I am coming inside you." I put the head of my cock on the round slot and it slipped a little inside with my well-judged push. The muscles of his tight ass were reacting to my action in opposite direction and Radhe buried his head in the pillow but no sound came out from his mouth. I churned his ass little and my cock started slipping inside slowly. Then I pulled out my cock from his ass, applied more jelly, gave a little stronger push and my cock easily went up to the previous level. Radhe jerked but still calm. I caught rhythmic in out motion for a while like a dog and half of my cock was inside. His anus was warm inside very soothing to my cock. Some wicked thought came to my mind and I withdrew whole cock but head. I put my both palms on his buttocks and stretched them fully. Then clinching my jaws gave a jumbo thrust inside with all my might and my whole cock up to root was inside my younger brother's rear opening, rectum, anus, ass or whatever one likes may call.

My brother almost jumped but was helpless to move as my shaft was up to his heart. I embraced him in that position and fondly began to kiss his neck. My cock was roasting like a brinjal in his warm ass. Radhe smilingly turned his head and offered me his lips that I passionately began to suck. Soon I started fucking him. Turning our heads we both were looking in the mirror. My cock was moving in and out in his ass like a steam locomotive piston. Train started chook, chook,  picked speed and reached its maximum.

"Oh my big brother fuck me hard. I will marry you. I will be your devoted wife. Sow your seeds inside me. Fill my ass with your come."

"Oh my darling Radhe you are mine. I am never going to leave you. Where were you so long?  I never get such a pleasure. Oh my brother oh my child I am your father like elder brother as well as husband. I am exploding. I am coming inside you. Take the jets of my come in your ass, fill your ass with my come."
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Big Brother



Sara was really looking forward to visiting her older brother Steve. She hadn't seen him in almost two years and she really missed him. Even though he was nine years older than her 18 years, they had always been close when she was growing up before he left home, never to return again from college, having met and married Veronica and started his own life. Life at home with her parents had become more difficult for her this last year as she felt herself to be more grown up than they were willing to admit. She had taken the car they had bought for her, which she really wasn't supposed to be driving without an adult licensed driver with her, but she felt fairly certain that they wouldn't call the police and as long as she drove carefully she wouldn't get in any trouble. She knew the note she had left would make them mad, but hopefully they'd understand and the break for the summer would be good for all of them.

Slowly she drove around looking for the signs that would take her to the gated community she knew Steve and Veronica lived in. Finally she made a turn and there was the sign, Carefree, An Adult Community. She pulled up to the guard hut and smiled at the man who stepped out to greet her.

"Hi, I'm Sara Hempstead," she said. "I'm looking for my brother's house, Steve Hempstead," she explained.

"Well, hello, Sara," the guard said, smiling at her. "I'll just call ahead and let them know you're here."

"Oh, I'd rather surprise him," she said, knowing that she hadn't told him that she was even coming. She hadn't wanted her parents to interfere with her plans. "If you could just tell me how to get there," she suggested, smiling at him again.

"Well, sure, I guess so," the guard agreed, charmed by the beautiful teenager. "It's just down two streets, then turn left and it'll be the third house on the right," he explained. "You can't miss it. It's number 114."

"Oh, thank you," Sara said, excited about seeing Steve again.

"Have a nice visit," the guard said, waving as she drove through when the gate slid aside.

Sara easily negotiated the streets until she had parked her car in front of 114. It had been a long drive, almost 11 hours and she was a bit tired from the drive. Getting out of the car, she stretched, making her 5'7" seem even more as she reached for the sky, her long red hair cascading down her back almost to her waist. Taking a deep breath she went up to the door and rang the doorbell. When the door opened and Steve saw her standing there, his mouth fell open and he grabbed her in a big hug."

"Sara!" he exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

"I couldn't take it at home any more and I thought I'd come visit," she said, relieved at his greeting.

"What did mom and dad say?" he asked, slipping an arm around her shoulders and leading her into the house.

"Well, I don't really know," she said. "I just left them a note, I didn't really tell them where I was going."

"Shit, they'll be worried," Steve said. "Let me just call them and tell them you're here and I'm sure it will be okay."

"I don't want to go back," Sara said. "They've been horrible lately."

"Don't worry," Steve reassured her. "I can't believe how good it is to see you. I mean, you've really grown up, haven't you? You're not just a little girl any more."

"You think so?" Sara asked, beaming, knowing that the last time she had seen him her breasts were just starting to grow and that now she had big full breasts, just like their mother.

"Yes, I do," Steve said, looking at her. "You're really quite a beautiful young lady now."

"Oh, Steve, thanks," Sara said, hugging him. "I've missed you so much."

"Hey, it's all right," Steve said, feeling her tremble in his arms. "Everything's okay."

Sara sat on the sofa while Steve called their parents. She could tell that they were angry but Steve seemed to make everything okay and by the time he had hung up the phone he was smiling.

"Well, they were pretty worried, especially since you're underage to take the car by yourself," he explained. "But I think they understand and they said it was okay if you visited with us for a while."

"Oh, Steve, thank you," Sara said, her worries about everything vanishing into thin air.

"Let's get your things from the car," Steve suggested. "We've got a spare bedroom that you can use as long as you're here."

They went out and got Sara's few bags, excitedly catching up on what they had been doing since they had last seen each other. They continued talking while Sara unpacked what little she had brought and put it into drawers."

"Steve, is someone here?" Sara heard Veronica's voice ask.

"Yeah, it's Sara," Steve replied as Sara finished putting the last of her things away.

"Sara?" she heard as she turned around, just as veronica walked into the room pulling a short silk robe on around herself, but not before Sara had seen that she was totally naked underneath. "What are you doing here, Sara?" she asked, smiling a sleepy smile at her.

As Steve explained, Sara tried not to stare at her. She hadn't remembered that she was so beautiful, with thick black hair and olive skin, her eyes big and a wide, generous smile on her face. That plus the fact that the robe she was wearing was short. It barely covered her ass.

"Well, I hope you'll like it here," Veronica said, putting her arms around Steve and kissing him.

"Oh, I'm sure I will," Sara said, trying to hide her shock as the robe rode halfway up Veronica's naked ass.

"I'll bet you'd like to take a shower and relax a bit after your drive," Veronica said, turning to smile at her.

"Yeah, I suppose so," Sara agreed.

"Well, the bathroom's the next door to the left," she said, "so why don't you do that and then we'll decide what to do."

"Great," Sara said, getting to her feet.

She gathered some things she needed and went to the bathroom, slowly undressing as she thought of how Veronica hadn't seemed to realize or mind that her ass had been showing when she had kissed Steve. Then she realized that she hadn't grabbed her favorite conditioner that she had brought with her, so wrapping a towel around herself she went back to her room to get it. When she came out of her room, she couldn't help but see into Steve and Veronica's room, which was right across the hall, because the door was wide open. What she did see caused her mouth to drop open and she almost gasped out loud. Steve was kneeling in front of the bed, his face buried between Veronica's thighs as she lay on the bed with her feet up on it and her knees spread wide. She knew that Steve must be eating Veronica's pussy and she could actually hear Veronica cooing and encouraging Steve as he pleasured her.

Hurrying back to the shower before they saw her, Sara was surprised to find herself aroused as well as shocked by what she had just seen. It shouldn't shock her, she told herself. After all, they've been married for two years now. It was just that the door had been open and well, she was just shocked. But she noticed in the mirror that her nipples had hardened into big knots on the ends of her big breasts. She brought her hands up to cup them and felt a thrill course through her body as her fingers closed on her nipples, squeezing them and gently pulling on them.

She was always amazed how her body could feel when she stimulated herself in ways that she was sure her mother would not approve of. Just thinking of what it must feel like to have someone do to her what she had seen Steve doing to Veronica made her shiver. It must be wonderful, she thought as she stepped into the shower.

It felt good to wash the long day away as she stood under the water. Finally she forced herself to get out, carefully drying her long hair and then standing in front of the mirror while she brushed it out. She thought of her hair as her best feature, not realizing that other people might have different ideas. She noticed that her nipples had calmed down, but as soon as she realized this and then remembered the reason for their excitement, they began to harden. She watched as they bunched up, screwing themselves into knots as she continued to slowly brush her hair. 

She finished brushing and wrapped a towel around herself, gathering her things and went back to her room. She glanced into Steve and Veronica's room but didn't see them in there. She went into her room, pushing the door closed behind her. Dropping her towel to the floor, she began to rub moisturizer all over her body, remembering how it was important to keep her skin soft. She was bent over doing her lower leg and foot when suddenly her door opened and Veronica came in.

Blushing furiously, Sara spun around and stood up, not sure whether to reach for her towel to cover herself or not. Seeing her blush, Veronica smiled.

"I'm sorry, I guess I should have knocked," she said. "I'm just not used to it any more."

"That's okay," Sara said, trying not to show how shocked she was.

"I just wanted to see if you needed anything," Veronica explained.

"No, I don't think so," Sara replied. "I'm almost done."

"You sure are beautiful," Veronica observed, smiling at her. "I love your hair."

"Thank you," Sara blushed, feeling her nipples getting hard again in her embarrassment.

"Well, when you're ready, come join us in the kitchen," she said, turning to leave the room, not bothering with the door.

When she had gone, Sara pushed the door closed, still chagrined at Veronica just walking in on her. She noticed that the door had no way to lock it, so she shrugged and finished moisturizing, then pulled on some shorts and a sweat shirt, not wanting to bother with a bra right now. Quickly braiding her hair, she left the room and went down the hallway to the kitchen. As she walked into the kitchen, Veronica was standing with her back to her, leaning onto a central butcher block like counter as she talked to Steve. She was still wearing her robe and it had hiked up over her ass, totally exposing it. Sara was surprised again, because this time she could easily see Veronica's pussy lips pouting from between her legs. Her face reddened when she thought that her brother had had his face there not too long ago.

"Well, there you are," Steve said when he saw her. "How was the shower?"

"Uh, great," Sara replied. "I guess I really needed it."

"Do you have any specific plans while you're here?" Steve asked. "Or don't you know?"

"I don't really," Sara said. "I just wanted some space and I missed you, so I came here. Will I be in the way?"

"Oh course not," Steve said, laughing. "I was just wondering."

"Well, I'll probably lay in the sun and read a lot," Sara said. "And whatever comes up, I guess."

"That sound wonderful," Veronica said. "No plans, just take it as it comes."

"Something like that, I guess," Sara agreed.

"We've been invited to go to a neighbor's tonight," Steve said. "Would you like me to call and see if it's all right to bring you?"

"No, that's okay," Sara said. "I'll just hang out here. I don't mind, honest."

"Well, okay than," Steve said, smiling at her. "There'll be other times when you can join us, I imagine."

"Sure," Sara agreed. "You guys just do whatever it was you're going to do. I'll be fine."

They all sat around talking , catching up on what had been going on with their lives. Sara couldn't help noticing how naked Veronica really was whenever she'd shift her legs. A couple of times Sara even thought she could see her pussy as her knees parted. Finally Steve announced that they had to dress to leave and he told Sara just to help herself to whatever she wanted or needed, that the refrigerator was full and that she shouldn't be shy.

When they came out of their room only a few minutes later, Sara saw that Veronica was wearing a cute sundress, very short, more than halfway up from her knees, and with spaghetti straps. Sara hadn't realized how big her breasts were before, but with the low cut of the dress she saw that she had a really nice body. Steve was just wearing a pair of Bermuda shorts and a short- sleeved shirt. They both wore sandals.

"Well, see you later," Steve said, hugging Sara. "We'll probably be late, so don't wait up for us," he said, laughing, "mom."

"Don't you dare!" Sara laughed, hitting him. "And you better be in good and early or you won't go out for a month."

Veronica smiled at her as they left and Sara went to the kitchen to find something to eat. She ate and watched TV for a while. Then she felt tired and decided to go to bed. As she got to her room, she looked into Steve and Veronica's room, of which the door was open. Going in, she casually looked around, checking it out. She saw a magazine sticking out from under the covers of the bed, and not thinking anything of it, pulled it out to see what it was. To her great surprise it was a magazine entitled Swingers.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Sara flipped through the magazine. She was shocked as she realized what it was, seeing the pictures of people engaging in sexual acts and then she began to read the magazine. She was shocked as she read stories of people swinging, how they found other couples and then the things that happened between them, realizing that Steve and Veronica must be into it too. She felt herself getting turned on, recognizing that feeling as she tried to picture Steve and Veronica having sex with other people. 

Then she put the magazine down, and feeling a little guilty, began to open the drawers of their dressers, just looking inside of them to see if there were any more magazines or something. When she pulled open the drawer on the night table which looked like Steve's side of the bed, Sara hit pay dirt, pulling out a photo album. Sitting down and opening it, her mouth dropped. Each page was the same. First a picture of Steve and Veronica with another couple, then the same picture but this time everyone was naked. Then there were usually three or four more pictures, each one showing Steve or Veronica having sex with one of the other people. And there were pages and pages of it, 24 in all, she counted.

Slowly Sara studied each page, shocked and also proud in a way as she saw how big her brother's cock was. Veronica too amazed her. She really did have an amazing body, and she obviously loved using it. There were pictures of her with cocks in her mouth, pussy and ass. Sometimes all at once. There were even several pictures of Veronica with other women, which Sara found the most exciting as she studied these pictures of forbidden sex. She noticed that Veronica did not have even one hair on her pussy. It was completely bald. As she looked through the album she noticed that most of the women were like that, making her realize that it was because they had shaved. She wondered what it would feel like not to have the auburn curls that framed her secret spot, as she thought of it.

Worried that they would come back and catch her, Sara replaced the album and put the magazine back the way she thought she had found it, then went to her room and undressed for bed. She was terribly aroused and she could feel how hard her nipples were as she pulled the sweat shirt off over her head. She knew that if she checked she would find that she was also wet between her legs, which she confirmed when she had slipped into the bed, her hand stealing down between her thighs to part her pussy lips and dip inside. As she played with herself she wondered what it would be like to have men like Veronica did, how it would feel. And she fell asleep like this, her hand between her legs and a smile on her face.

She woke up some hours later when she heard some noise. Slipping out of bed, she put her ear to the door and listened.

"Oh, Steve," she heard Veronica say, "that was so much fun."

"Yeah, it was okay," he agreed.

"Fuck me once more before we go to sleep," Sara heard Veronica implore him.

"Haven't you had enough yet?" Steve asked, laughing.

"Have I ever?" Veronica replied. "Come on, put that big cock in my pussy one more time, then I'll leave you alone until tomorrow. I promise."

"Come on, you," Steve said, and Sara heard them going into their room. 

She didn't hear the door close and knew that if she opened her door she'd be able to see right into their room and watch them. She listened and didn't hear anything. Holding her breath and carefully opening the door, hoping that it wouldn't squeak, Sara opened the door just enough to be able to peer across the hall into Steve and Veronica's room. The lights were on and she could see that Steve was standing at the foot of the bed and Veronica was on her hands and knees. She couldn't make out any details but she knew from seeing the pictures in their album exactly what was happening.

Quietly closing the door, Sara slipped back into her bed, laying there picturing Steve fucking Veronica while she knelt on the bed. As her hand slipped between her legs again, she wondered if they had been with any of the people she had seen in the album, wondered what it would have been like to be there. Her fingers were busy between her legs, and soon she had that wonderful feeling that would wash over her when she played with herself and then she drifted back to sleep, a smile on her face.

* * *

The next morning Sara woke up feeling much better for the rest. She hadn't realized how tired all the driving had made her. Then she remembered what she had discovered the night before in Steve's drawer. She didn't know what to do as she got out of bed, pulling on her oversized sweatshirt and a pair of gym shorts. She opened her door and saw that they were still asleep, so she quietly went to the kitchen and found what she needed to make coffee. After the coffee had brewed Sara sat with a cup, reading a magazine that she found on the table. Not like the one in their room, though. She wasn't aware of anyone in the room until she heard Veronica's voice right behind her.

"Oh, I thought I smelled coffee," she said. "How nice."

Sara turned in her seat as she heard Veronica and almost dropped her cup, for she was as naked as a jaybird. She saw that Veronica's breasts really were as perfect as they had looked in the pictures, big, upright, large dark nipples on the ends. The slit of her pussy was easily visible without the hair covering it, and Sara saw that she had a beautiful and graceful back as she walked over and got herself a cup of coffee. Sitting on a stool across from Sara, Veronica smiled at her.

"Did you sleep okay?" she asked, taking a sip of the coffee.

"Yeah, fine," Sara said, trying not to be embarrassed. "Did you have fun last night?"

"Oh, yes," Veronica said, smiling. "It was a very nice evening. I hope we didn't wake you when we got home. It was pretty late."

"I didn't hear a thing," Sara replied, shaking her head.

"There you two are," Sara heard Steve say as he came into the kitchen in a pair of shorts. "And coffee's ready too," he said, pouring himself a cup.

"How did you sleep, Sara?" he asked as he took a sip.

"Oh, fine," Sara said, smiling at him. She really had missed him. He had been such a good brother and friend to her.

"Do you want your robe or something?" Steve asked Veronica.

"Oh, I didn't even think of it," Veronica said, looking down at herself. "I almost never wear any clothes around the house," she explained to Sara, "except when people come over. I'll go get something."

"No, you don't have to do that for me," Sara said, trying to sound grown up. "I've seen other girls in the locker room in gym class at school."

"Well, if you're sure you don't mind," Veronica said. "Because it doesn't matter to me. I just didn't think."

"No, don't be silly," Sara said. "This is your home."

"I see you remembered and put your shorts on," Veronica said, smiling at Steve. "Such a good brother."

"Well, of course," Steve said, sipping his coffee, his eyes smiling over the cup at Sara. "I don't think Sara would appreciate it if I walked around naked, would you?"




Big Brother



"Well," Sara stammered, embarrassed as she thought of the pictures.

"Anyone would appreciate seeing you naked," Veronica said, standing up and wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. "Especially me. I'll go take a shower now, I guess," she said, turning and walking back down the hallway.

"You okay?" Steve asked Sara, seeing the look on her face.

"Yeah," Sara replied. "She's really beautiful, isn't she?"

"I sure think so," Steve replied, smiling. "I think I'm a pretty lucky guy."

"She's the lucky one," Sara said automatically.

"Well, thank you, little sister," Steve said, leaning over and kissing her on the forehead. "I'll remember that. Well, I do have to do to work today, so I'd better get ready," he said, putting his coffee cup down and heading back to his bedroom.

Veronica returned soon, this time wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

"Is this better?" she asked, smiling at Sara.

"I'd imagine you'd look good in anything," Sara replied, smiling at her and realizing that she liked her.

"Aren't you sweet," Veronica said, kissing her on the cheek. "But I'm sure you turn plenty of heads yourself. You're turning into quite a beautiful young woman," she said.

"Oh, I don't know," Sara said, blushing. "I don't have a boyfriend or anything."

"Is that because you don't want one or because you don't like the choices you're offered?" Veronica asked.

"The choices, I guess," Sara admitted, laughing out loud. "I hadn't thought of it that way."

"Well, when you do find a boy, he'll be the lucky one, believe me," Veronica said. "And from what I saw yesterday, you shouldn't hide yourself under such baggy clothes. You should wear things that show you off."

"I'd be embarrassed," Sara replied, blushing.

"You should look through my things," Veronica said. "Maybe you'll find something you'd like to wear."

"Maybe sometime," Sara agreed.

"Well, I'm out of here," Steve said, coming into the kitchen. "I hate to leave two such beautiful women alone, but that's the life of a slave. See you later," he said, kissing Veronica and then Sara.

"Bye," they said, smiling at him as he went out the door.

"Does he still do computers?" Sara asked.

"Yes," Veronica confirmed. "And he's really doing well, too. He supervised six other people now and doesn't have to do so much of the stupid stuff himself. We seem to have a lot more time together too."

"That must be nice," Sara observed.

"I love Steve so much," Veronica began, "that I'd like nothing more than to spend 24 hours a day with him. Maybe one day," she ruminated. "Anyway, let's you and I go to the mall and wander around and see what's there, then I'll give you a tour of town and we can come back here and lay in the sun. How's that sound?"

"Great!" Sara agreed. "Don't you have to work or anything?"

"Oh, I sometimes work two or three nights a week," Veronica said. "But it's pretty much up to me. I always have my days free."

"How nice," Sara said. "What do you do?"

"I work in a club, a sort of hostess, I guess you'd say," she replied. "It's fun, good money too, but I'd rather spend time with Steve. He even visits me at work sometimes."

So they spent the rest of the morning wandering the local mall and Veronica showed Sara the few important sights in town. By the time they ate some lunch and got back to the house, it was already 2:30 in the afternoon.

"Well, at least there's no clouds today," Veronica said as they arrived back at the house. "I think I'll lay in the sun. How about you?"

"That sounds great," Sara said, feeling like she had found a new friend. "I'll change."

She went into her room and pulled out her bathing suit, a two-piece that was sort of revealing but not too much. She looked at herself in the mirror before going out, noticing that her pale freckled skin would probably burn if she wasn't careful. When she went out on the patio in the back, Veronica was already laying on one of the lounge chairs, totally naked.

"Oh, you don't need to wear a suit if you don't want to," Veronica said. "Nobody will bother us here. It's very private."

"I've never laid in the sun without it," Sara confessed, sitting down on a lounge chair next to Veronica.

"Well, I hate tan lines," Veronica said. "And with my coloring I get them real easy. You probably don't," she said, seeing how pale Sara was. "You're a lot like Steve in that respect."

"Well, I get them,"Sara said, "but they're usually not too bad," she said, laying back on the chair.

They laid there for at least a half an hour, letting the sun's rays soak into their bodies. When Veronica turned over, Sara unhooked her top, pulling it free as she lay on her stomach. She felt daring when she did it, but the warm sun on her back felt so nice. It wasn't long before she drifted off to sleep.

"Sara, Sara," she heard Veronica saying through her sleep fog. "You should turn over or cover up. I think you've had enough sun on your back.

Lifting her head, Sara felt her skin tighten and knew that she had gotten too much sun.

"Oooh, you're right," she said, grimacing.

"I'll get some lotion," Veronica said, getting to her feet.

She came back with some aloe vera lotion, liberally applying it to Sara's sunburned back. It felt cool to Sara, soothing, and Veronica's touch was light. When she had applied the lotion to her entire back and neck Sara sat up, reaching for her top to cover herself. But her back was too sensitive to allow her to rehook the clasp in the back.

"Do you want to go inside?" Veronica asked her.

"No, I'll just sit here for a little bit more," Sara decided, letting her breasts swing free.

"Well, you sure don't want to burn them," Veronica said, nodding at her breasts. "That's really uncomfortable. I know."

"Oh, I won't," Sara reassured her, blushing a bit and feeling her nipples harden in reaction.

"You have beautiful breasts and you should protect them," Veronica said, laying back on her lounge chair.

"Yes," Sara replied, embarrassed by the compliment.

About 30 minutes later Sara decided that she had had enough sun for the day. Getting to her feet, she walked into the house holding her top in her hand, only to run smack into Steve who had just arrived home.

"Well, hello!" Steve said, taking in his sister's naked breasts. "You're already starting to be influenced by Veronica," he observed.

"Oh, no," Sara said, holding her top up to try to cover herself. "I was just getting some sun."

"I'm not complaining," Steve laughed. "Is Veronica out there still?"

"Yeah, she is," Sara said, still feeling embarrassed that he had seen her.

"I'll go say hi then," he said, going out onto the patio.

Sara scurried back to her room, then went into the bathroom to look at her back in the mirror. It was really red and she knew that it was going to be uncomfortable for a day or two. She got into the shower and ran the water, hoping to cool her burned skin off. When she got out she went back to her room with a towel around herself. She started to close the door, then thought about it. If she left it open, that would give her a view into Steve and Veronica's room, whose door she had not seen closed yet. But at the same time she would lose her own privacy. Deciding that she could chance it, especially with them outside, Sara left the door open. Dropping her towel and moving to a corner of the room that wasn't exactly in view from the doorway, she began to moisturize herself, especially trying to spread it onto her back. When she finished she pulled on her gym shorts, then tried to put on a bra. But the burn on her back was too much and she couldn't hook the clasp. Feeling on fire already, she didn't want to put her sweatshirt back on, so she pulled one of her oversized t-shirts on, which didn't hurt her back as much. But when she checked herself in the mirror, she realized that it was possible to see her nipples through the shirt, even though they were a pale strawberry in color. Also, the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra was obvious.

She heard Steve and Veronica come into the house so she composed herself, trying not to be so nervous. Veronica was laughing as they came down the hall.

"Come on, there's still some sun out there," she was saying. "Even with that red head of yours some sun would do you good."

"I'd really like a drink," Steve said as they went into their bedroom.

"I'll get you one and we can drink it outside," Veronica said. "Come on, take those clothes off."

Sara was laying back on her bed, but by sitting up just a little she was able to look across the hallway into their room. She could see that they were laughing and Veronica was pulling at Steve's clothes. She was surprised how easily and quickly she stripped him. They weren't watching her, but Sara could see the two of them naked as they stood in their room. Veronica had her arms around his neck and it was obvious that they were kissing. Then Veronica pushed Steve backwards and he fell onto the bed, Veronica falling on top of him. Now Sara could see Veronica's pussy as it opened when she straddled Steve's body. She could also see Steve's cock as it dangled between his legs. As she watched, Veronica slid down Steve's body until her face was even with his cock. Sara watched as she grabbed his cock in her hand and lowered her face onto it. Sara couldn't see what she was doing, but she knew that she was sucking on Steve's cock. She could see but not really, and she found herself very turned on. She remembered the pictures and knew what it would look like.

She continued to watch, surprised that they were just doing it with the door open, knowing that she was there. She could see into Veronica's pussy as she knelt on the bed, her knees apart and her pussy lips spread. She could see that special little button which gave her so much pleasure sticking out from between Veronica's pussy lips. Then she heard a groan from the other room and saw that Steve was holding Veronica by the head, holding her down on his cock. After a minute Veronica sat up and then got to her feet. 

"I'll go fix you that drink now," she said, "and meet you outside. I've already had my cocktail."

"Go on, get out of here," Steve laughed, sitting up.

Sara quickly lay back onto her bed, trying to pretend that she hadn't seen or noticed anything as Veronica came out of their room. She smiled at Sara as she headed up to the kitchen. Then Sara saw Steve go out of the room, naked, as he followed Veronica to the kitchen. She didn't know what to do. She couldn't go join them, not with Steve naked. So she just lay there, feeling confused and excited at the same time. 

It was about a half an hour later when she heard them coming back into the house, and she pretended to be sleeping as they came down the hallway to their room. She heard them fall on their bed and then she dared to sit forward and look into their room. She did this just in time to see Veronica straddling Steve, reaching between her legs for his cock and guiding it to her pussy. Sara watched with her mouth open as Veronica lowered herself onto Steve's cock, the whole thing disappearing into her pussy.

She had never seen anyone fuck before, and here was her brother and his wife not 30 feet away with Veronica on top, raising and lowering herself on his cock. She could see that it took on a sheen as she rode him. It was fascinating to see how big it was and how easily it disappeared into Veronica's pussy. Then Veronica rolled to the side, taking Steve with her, ending up on her back with Steve between her legs, his cock still safely ensconced in her pussy. As she watched Steve propped himself on his hands and began to fuck Veronica, who wrapped her legs high around Steve's back, lifting her pussy to meet his every stroke. Then Steve slammed himself into her and stayed there, and Sara knew that he must be cumming. After a minute or so like this, Steve fell over onto his side, his cock now smaller and laying across his thigh.

Then Veronica sat up and bent over his spent cock, lifting it with her hand and lowering her mouth onto it. This time Sara could see everything as Veronica sucked on Steve's cock, sucking him clean before laying back next to him.

Sara was totally turned on now. She could feel how wet she was between her own legs and she slid a hand down into her gym shorts and into her pussy, rubbing herself like crazy to relieve her excitement. It wasn't long before that feeling washed over her and she felt herself a little bit relieved. But not totally. She still felt the fire burning in her veins as she thought of what she had seen. They sure had a relationship, she concluded. And they definitely liked each other plenty, not like watching her parents, she thought.

She must have drifted off, because she was awakened by Veronica sitting on the edge of her bed.

"How's that sunburn?" she asked, smiling at her.

"It's sore," Sara admitted.

"Do you want me to put some lotion on it?" Veronica asked.

"That would probably feel good," Sara agreed, sitting up. "This is what I use," she said, handing it to her.

"This is good stuff," Veronica said, pouring some into her hand. "Take your shirt off and turn over," she commanded.

Sara pulled her shirt over her head and turned over, knowing that Veronica had seen how hard her nipples were. Then she felt her cool hands as they spread the soothing lotion across her back.

"How's the back?" she heard Steve ask from the doorway.

"She'll be okay," Veronica answered, feeling how Sara tensed when she realized that Steve was there. "Go on now and leave us alone."

Laughing, Steve left and Veronica continued to lightly spread lotion across Sara's back.

"Is that better?" she asked when she had finished.

"It feels a lot better," Sara agreed, turning over and sitting up.

"You're lucky you didn't burn your breasts," Veronica said, smiling at her. "Then I'd have to put lotion on them too."

"Oh," Sara said, blushing and thinking of the pictures she had seen of Veronica with other women.

"Maybe you'd like some anyway," she said, squirting some into her hands and rubbing them together.

"Oh, I don't --" Sara began as Veronica just reached out and covered her breasts with her hands, squeezing them and rubbing the lotion all over.

"There, that's better," she said, dropping her hands. "Okay?"

"Yeah, okay," Sara said, shocked at the fact that she had just touched her like that. 

But in spite of her shock she could feel her nipples hardening and she saw that Veronica was watching them, which made them even harder. Sara felt like she now had no control over her own body.

"And it looks like they liked it too," Veronica observed, laughing. "My nipples always get hard when I enjoy something. It's like a weather vane I've always thought. Here, try it and see," she suggested, handing the moisturizer to Sara. "Go ahead."

Nervously Sara squirted some of the moisturizer into her hands and then rubbed them together. When Veronica leaned closer to her, sticking her breasts out, Sara hesitatingly lifted her hands to her breasts and covered them, surprised by how hot and firm they were. She rubbed the moisturizer all over them, feeling how her nipples hardened quickly under her palms before stopping and letting her hands drop into her own lap.

"That feels nice," Veronica said, looking down at herself. "You have nice soft hands. That's important," she added. "And you have sympathetic hands," she added, "otherwise my nipples wouldn't have gotten hard."

"I've never touched another girl before," Sara said, "not like that."

"Oh, it's nothing," Veronica said, giving a little laugh. "In the end we're all just bodies, men or women. The differences are small."

"What do you mean?" Sara asked, the words sounding strange to her, the ideas.

"Well, it's just that the difference between a man and a woman is not so great as people like to make out," she said. "I mean, I've seen men with breasts bigger than any woman's, yet you don't see anyone making a big issue over it like with us."

"I never thought of that," Sara said, nodding her head.

"And, a man's penis," Veronica said, "our clitoris is formed by the same genes that make the man's penis, it's just that ours are small and soft while theirs are big and hard. They both get very excited."

"I didn't know that," Sara said, blushing.

"You know how it feels good to rub your clitoris?" Veronica asked. "It feels just as good to a man."

"Is it the same?" Sara asked, feeling her nipples harden as her imagination ran.

"I don't really know," Veronica laughed, "I don't remember being a man. But from the way they react, I think it must be just as good."

"Oh!" Sara said, her face flaming.

"Do you like rubbing your clitoris?" Veronica asked.

"What?" Sara replied.

"Does it make you feel good?" she asked.

"Well, yes, it does," Sara admitted, almost in a whisper.

"Hey, there's nothing to be ashamed of," Veronica said, lifting Sara's chin in her hand. "There's never anything to be ashamed of that makes your body feel good. If it wasn't good for you, your body wouldn't like it either."

"I never thought of that," Sara said. "It's just that everyone says --"

"That!" Veronica sneered. "Most of them are so frustrated they don't what's going on. If they'd only listen to their bodies they might actually start enjoying life a little bit."

"Make love, not war?" Sara said with a laugh. "That's what the hippies used to say, isn't it."

"And they should have been listened to by more people," Veronica said, laughing with Sara. "Have you ever seen another woman masturbate?" she asked suddenly.

"No!" Sara said quickly. "Of course not."

"Why of course not?" Veronica asked. "There's nothing wrong with it. Everyone does it. Even your mother."

"My mother!" Sara snorted. "She probably doesn't even know where to find it."

"She had you and Steve, didn't she?" Veronica asked. "She was young once too."

"It's hard to picture her like, like that," Sara said, shaking her head.

"Anyway, maybe later we'll talk about this some more," Veronica said, getting to her feet.

Sara realized that she had stopped thinking in terms of Veronica being naked. That she was was inescapable. But it no longer seemed out of place or weird to her. Strange, but not weird.

"Thanks for helping me," Sara said, "and talking to me too."

"That's okay," Veronica said, bending down and kissing her on the forehead. "We girls have to stick together, don't we?"

"That's right," Sara said, laughing.

"Do you want me to close the door?" Veronica asked as she was leaving.

"No, I don't think so," Sara said, taking a deep breath and feeling very grown up. "I don't have anything to hide, do I?"

"None of us should," Veronica agreed as she left. "Let's eat dinner in about an hour, okay?"

"That sounds great," Sara said. "I'll just take a nap for a while."

"Sweet dreams," Veronica said as she walked up the hall, a smile on her face.





* * *

"Where have you been?" Steve asked when Veronica returned.

"Getting to know your sister," she replied, sitting in his lap.

"Oh," Steve said, his eyebrows arching. "And what did you learn?"

"She's sweet," Veronica told him, "and very innocent, but ready not to be," she added.

"She's eighteen," Steve said.

"You saw her today," Veronica said. "She looks like a woman, it's just her mind that needs some seasoning."

"I've got some seasoning for you," Steve said, pulling her to him.

"Umm, yummy," Veronica said, kissing him. "And my throat's dry too," she added, sliding down to her knees to end up with his cock sticking in her face.

Opening her mouth, Veronica let Steve's cock slide down into her throat, not stopping until her face was up against his stomach. Flexing her throat muscles, Veronica milked his cock, then let it slide almost out of her mouth, with only the crown remaining held between her lips while her tongue assaulted the tip and the slit at the end. Steve sighed as Veronica continued to suck his cock, again thanking the gods for such a wife, totally sexual and totally uninhibited. It had been Veronica who had introduced him to swinging, and even though he hadn't really liked the idea at first, other men being with Veronica, he quickly realized how much fun it was, their commitment to each other stronger than ever.




Big Brother



"Come here," he said, lifting her to her feet. "Me too," he said as he lifted her in his arms, flipping her over so that her legs were around his head and she was hanging down so that she could suck on his cock again. 

Holding her this way, Steve buried his face in her pussy, drinking up her sweet nectar as she continued to suck his cock. He loved the taste of her, her pussy always sweet, even after being fucked for hours by who knows how many cocks. He sucked on her clit, knowing how much she liked that, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. He chewed on her pussy lips, thick, soft and rubbery, pulling them and sucking on them as his cock disappeared into her throat. Then he felt his balls beginning to churn and he knew that he was about to cum. Veronica felt it too and redoubled her efforts as she sucked on his cock. Steve grabbed her clit between his front teeth and lightly bit on it, sending intense waves of pleasure shooting through Veronica's body. He felt her juices flooding his mouth as she began to cum, while at the same time his balls exploded, cum shooting into her eager sucking mouth. They sucked each other dry and Steve gently turned Veronica upright and set her on her feet. She swayed for a minute as the blood rushed from her head, smiling at him as she licked her lips, tasting his cum in her mouth.

"God, I love the taste of your cock," she said, leaning forward and kissing him. "And I even like the taste of my own pussy on your face almost as much," she said, licking his cheek. "If I was more flexible I'd suck my own pussy and I'd never need anybody again."

"And you'd go crazy without a new cock all the time," Steve said, getting to his feet.

"Maybe," Veronica agreed, "but I'd still like to be able to do it."

"Well, I'd sure like to watch," Steve agreed, putting an arm around her waist as they walked down the hallway to their room.

When they got to the doorway they looked in on Sara, who was laying on top of her covers asleep, not wearing a shirt, her big breasts covering her chest.

"Isn't she beautiful?" Veronica whispered to Steve as they watched her.

"She sure is," Steve agreed, leading her into their room. "Very."

About an hour later Veronica woke up and shook Steve awake.

"Let's get some dinner together," she said. "I'm starved."

"Go ahead," Steve said sleepily. "Wake me when it's ready."

"You pig," Veronica laughed, getting out of bed.

She went to the kitchen, looking in on Sara as she went by, seeing that she was still asleep. It only took a few minutes to throw some food together and she set the table and made everything ready. Then she went back down the hall to wake Steve and Sara. Looking in on Sara, Veronica decided to wake her first. Going into the room, she sat softly on the edge of the bed and gently shook Sara's shoulder. Sara startled awake, her eyes momentarily wide open, then she relaxed when she saw Veronica.

"Oh, hi," she said, smiling. "I guess I really fell asleep."

"You were tired," Veronica agreed. "The sun can really knock you out."

"Yeah," Sara agreed, wincing as she tried to stretch and felt her back.

"Here, I'll put some moisturizer on for you," Veronica said, reaching for it.

Sara rolled over onto her stomach and sighed when she felt the cool moisturizer being spread by Veronica.

"Your legs got quite a bit too," Veronica noticed. "I'll put some on them too," she said, moving down the bed and beginning to apply the moisturizer to Sara's legs.

Sara felt like she was in heaven as Veronica spread the moisturizer onto her legs. She had never been pampered like this before. She tensed when she felt Veronica's hands slide up her inner thighs, stopping just shy of her pussy as she spread the moisturizer. Then she got used to it and was able to relax until she had finished.

"Now stand up so that you don't get it all over the bed," she said.

Complying, Sara got to her feet and was surprised when Veronica reached out and grabbed her breasts, massaging the moisturizer all over them. She felt her nipples getting hard under Veronica's expert hands, and she loved the feeling that was coursing through her body as Veronica continued to massage and knead her breasts. She gasped when she felt Veronica pinch her nipples in her fingers, smiling at her as she rolled them and pulled on them. Sara felt a weakness in her knees as sensations of excitement shot through her body.

"There, that feels better, doesn't it," Veronica said as she released her.

"Oh, yeah," Sara said. "That feels......nice," she admitted, her face flushed.

"Good," Veronica said. "Now let's wake Steve and eat dinner."

Sara grabbed her t-shirt and pulled it on as Veronica went across the hall and got Steve up. They all sat down to eat, Steve still sleepy-eyed. Sara was feeling much better, more alive as she sat there than she ever remembered being in her whole life. Just knowing Steve and Veronica's secret and them not knowing that she knew, and the way Veronica was being towards her, she felt her nipples hardening just at the thoughts she was having. She couldn't stop seeing those photographs in her mind. They were so vivid.

Then the phone rang and it was for Steve. He got up and took the call, quickly getting heated and upset as he talked. Slamming the phone down in the cradle, he turned to look at them with disgust on his face.

"There's a problem in Hayesville," he explained. "It can't wait. They want me to go now. Not tomorrow morning, now, they said. I can't believe this. It's a three, four hour drive out there. I won't get back here until tomorrow afternoon," he complained. "Shit!"

"I don't understand," Sara said to Veronica as Steve went back to the bedroom to change and pack.

"When someone's system crashes they want it fixed yesterday," Veronica explained. "If it's someone important, like in Hayesville, they usually send Steve. He's their best trouble shooter. So sometimes he has to go out in the middle of the night," she said, "like now. He hates it but they sure pay him enough that he does it. It doesn't really happen that often though."

"Well, I'd better get going," Steve said as he came back out, his overnight bag in his hand. "I hate to go, but I might as well get it over with. Call me on the cellphone if you need anything," he said, kissing Veronica. "See you tomorrow."

"Bye," Sara said, feeling sorry for him. "That's not fair," she said to Veronica.

"Oh, it's okay," she replied. "Now we've got the place to ourselves."

"Yeah!" Sara said, her eyes big. "What should we do?"

"Well, first of all, let's get this mess cleaned up," Veronica said, removing the dishes to the sink. "And then I'll rub you down with some special oils that I have that will help cool and sooth your sunburn," she said. "Not like the moisturizer, but it'll feel really nice."

"It sure does burn sometimes," Sara said. "But I imagine it won't last long."

"These oils have different mint extracts in them and they cause the skin to cool. You'll love it," Veronica assured her.

"I'll try anything," Sara said. "Especially if it will make me feel better."

"That's a perfect attitude," Veronica said with a laugh. "I feel the exact same way. I'll try anything that makes me feel better. Let's go back in my room," she suggested. "Steve's not coming home tonight so you can sleep with me. It's too big a bed for one person."

"Really?" Sara asked, surprised. "You won't mind?"

"Why should I?' Veronica asked.

"No, it's just well, thanks. I'd like that," she said, smiling.

"Come on then," Veronica said, going down the hallway.

Sara followed Veronica down the hallway into her room, pausing for a minute as she went to a drawer and got out a couple of small bottles. Turning, she looked at Sara and laughed.

"Well, come on in, silly. Nobody's going to bite. Just lay here on the bed on your stomach," she said. "I'll do your back first."

So Sara pulled her shirt up over her head. She lay down on her stomach, feeling how warm and soft the bed was. Veronica knelt on either side of her down by her knees. Sara started when she felt Veronica hook her fingers in her gym shorts and begin to pull them down.

"Let's get these out of the way too," Veronica said as she pulled them down and off. "It'll be easier."

Sara managed to relax as Veronica began to rub the oil into the skin of her back. Immediately she felt the cooling sensation of the mint as Veronica spread it across her back. She relaxed, resting her head on her hands as Veronica continued to sensuously spread the oil on her burned back, kneading her muscles a little at the same time. Then she felt Veronica move down and begin to spread the oil on her legs, first working one leg from the ankle up until she felt her fingers lightly brush against her pussy and then back down again. The combination of the mint cooling and exciting her skin and Veronica's hands began to arouse her as she switched from one leg to the next. Each time that Veronica's hand would lightly brush against her pussy she would feel it through her entire body.

She was very surprised, though, when Veronica moved from her legs and began to spread the oil on her ass. She felt her hands gripping her cheeks one at a time as she massaged the oil into her skin, her fingers sliding down into the crack of her ass as she did so. She was very excited now, her whole body tingling from the oil and Veronica's hands when Veronica told her to turn over. She knew her nipples were hard as rocks as she rolled over and saw Veronica smiling at her.

"You like this?" she asked as she straddled her body.

"It feels wonderful," Sara admitted. "My whole body's tingling."

"Only half of it, actually," Veronica said with a laugh, putting some more oil in her hands. "Now I'll do the other half," she said, placing her hands on Sara's stomach and spreading the oil upwards across her belly and up over her breasts.

Sara loved the feeling of Veronica rubbing and massaging her breasts. It felt so, so wrong, yet it felt so wonderful as Veronica caressed her breasts, pulling on her hard nipples and exciting her even more. She gasped when she felt Veronica grab both of her breasts at once, holding them tightly by the nipples and pulling them upwards. She opened her eyes and stared at Veronica with her mouth open in pain and excitement. Veronica laughed and released her, leaning down and kissing her lightly on the lips.

"Feels nice, doesn't it?" she asked.

"Yes," Sara breathed, her body on fire.

"I'll do your legs now," Veronica said, turning around and straddling her body, this time facing her feet.

Sara was shocked to see Veronica's pussy not six inches in front of her face, the pussy lips spread wide open and her secret button sticking out from between them. She could see that there was a lot of moisture pooling inside the hole that was just peeking open. Then she felt Veronica slide her hands down her legs, spreading the oil from the top of her thigh to her ankle. It felt wonderful but Sara couldn't take her eyes from Veronica's pussy as it moved in front of her. Then she felt her move to her other leg, sliding the oil on, her fingers just barely brushing against her hot pussy.

She was mesmerized by Veronica's pussy in front of her face. She could see the difference in skin tones and she thought she could see the little button grow even larger, seeming to swell. She felt Veronica slide her hands down both legs at once, then back up the inside, pulling on her knees when she got to them. This caused her knees to move outward and up, and Sara knew that Veronica could see her pussy clearly now. She felt herself blush as she thought of it, then she gasped out loud as Veronica leaned forward and glued her mouth to her pussy, her tongue sliding in between her pussy lips and into her hole. Her whole body felt like it would explode as Veronica continued to lick and suck on her virgin pussy. Her whole body was trembling as Veronica ate her pussy. She didn't know what to do. All she could see was Veronica's pussy right above her face and all she could feel was Veronica's mouth, tongue and teeth in her pussy, driving her crazy.

Then she saw Veronica's pussy lowering until it was pressing down against her mouth. She could taste the juices from Veronica's pussy and she found the flavor intoxicating. Tentatively she began to explore Veronica's pussy with her mouth and tongue as Veronica continued to suck her pussy, driving her crazy. She lost track of how long they feasted on each other, how many times she felt that feeling shake through her entire body, how many times Veronica's pussy flooded her mouth with pungent flavorful juices.

Finally she was aware that Veronica had stopped sucking on her pussy and was climbing off of her face, turning around to lay next to her, holding her in her arms. They looked into each other's eyes and Sara smiled, feeling like she had been reborn. Veronica leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips and Sara responded, kissing her back. Then Veronica slipped her tongue between Sara's lips, kissing her more determinedly and Sara responded, sucking on Veronica's tongue, tasting the sweet flavor of her own pussy on Veronica.

They lay like this, arms wrapped around each other, breasts pressing against breasts, legs entwined. She felt Veronica's hands gently sliding down her back, caressing her, squeezing her ass as she held her close. And she responded, letting her hands explore Veronica's body, marveling in its softness and finding it so very exciting.

"So, how do you feel?" Veronica asked finally.

"Oh, Veronica," Sara breathed. "I never knew I could feel so good," she replied. "It was wonderful."

"And you liked it?" Veronica asked, smiling at her.

"Like nothing I've ever done before," Sara confessed, impulsively kissing her again.

"Now maybe you're ready to masturbate with me," Veronica said.

"What do you mean?" Sara asked, puzzled.

"I want you to watch me masturbate and I want to watch you," Veronica explained. "It can be very exciting. Would you like to try?"

"Sure, I guess so," Sara agreed. "What should I do?"

"You just watch me first," Veronica explained, "then I'll watch you."

"Okay," Sara agreed as Veronica rolled out of her arms onto her back, her feet flat on the bed and wide apart.

"Now you lay between my legs and watch," Veronica explained.

Sara complied, crawling between Veronica's spread thighs, her face just inches from the pussy that just minutes ago she had been sucking on. It seemed totally different now as she looked at Veronica's pussy spread open in front of her. Then Veronica slid a hand between her legs and began to gently rub her pussy with a finger, sliding it up and down the inside of her pussy lips, tracing them, then making small circles around her secret button. She was very interested when Veronica slid her finger into her hole, something she herself had not done yet. Sara watched fascinated as Veronica's pussy got wetter and wetter, her fingers now making a noise as they sloshed in all the juices that were visibly flowing from her hole. Finally Veronica's body shook and she rubbed her secret button furiously, then finally plunged two fingers deep into her hole before bringing them out and up to her mouth where she sucked on them, tasting herself.

"Suck me now, Sara," Veronica said. "Suck my pussy clean."

With only the barest hesitation, Sara leaned forward and licked Veronica's pussy, tasting again the wonderful elixir that flowed from between her legs. She licked and sucked for several minutes before Veronica laughed, reaching down and lifting Sara's cum covered face from between her thighs.

"You do that wonderfully," Veronica laughed. "Like you like it."

"Oh, but I do," Sara said, smiling at her. "It tastes so wonderful."

"Now it's my turn," Veronica said. "I want to watch you."

Blushing, Sara rolled onto her back, bringing her feet up like Veronica had done, opening her pussy. As Veronica nestled between her spread thighs, Sara could feel her breath on her pussy as she slid a hand down and slowly began to rub herself the way she always did. She felt an excitement like she had never known realizing that Veronica was watching her do the most secret thing she ever did, something that she had never even admitted to anyone that she did. She was quickly lost in the pleasure her fingers were bringing her and almost forgot about Veronica between her legs watching. When finally her body shook and trembled from her orgasm, she gasped when she felt Veronica's mouth again on her pussy, sucking on her juices. But this time there was a difference as she felt Veronica slide a finger into her hole. She had never done that before, even to herself, other than a tampax, and it felt wonderful as Veronica slid her finger in and out of her, then two fingers. She felt so full as Veronica sucked on her pussy and finger- fucked her at the same time. When Veronica lifted her face from between her legs, she brought her fingers up to Sara's mouth, urging her to suck on them. When Sara did, she realized that she was tasting her own pussy! And she found it delicious.

"You do it now," Veronica urged. "Use your own fingers this time."

Sara complied, sliding her fingers into her pussy, feeling the inside of herself, then bringing them up to her mouth to suck on.

"It tastes nice," she said, looking down at Veronica.

"Of course it does," Veronica told her, crawling up so that they could lay in each other's arms again. "There's nothing sweeter in the whole world than a woman's pussy, especially her own," she said. "Though sometimes a man's cock can come very close."

"Really?" Sara asked, remembering the pictures she had seen of Veronica sucking on different men's cocks.

"Oh, yes," Veronica assured her. "I especially like them after they've been in a pussy, that way they taste even better."

"Wow!" was all Sara could say.

Veronica smiled at her, then leaned over and sucked one of Sara's hard nipples into her mouth, worrying it with her lips, teeth and tongue. Sara gasped as Veronica sucked on first one, then the other, causing bolts of excitement to shoot through her body. When she stopped, she told Sara to do the same to her and Sara willingly sucked on first one, then the other of Veronica's nipples, tasting the rubbery breast of another woman for the first time. 

Before she knew it, they were in a sixty-nine again, sucking on each other's pussies. This time Sara used her fingers as well as her mouth and tongue on Veronica, plunging them in and out of her hole just like Veronica was doing to her. When they finally stopped, exhausted from cumming so much, they fell asleep in each other's arms, contented.

When Sara awoke the next morning, she smiled as she stretched, remembering how wonderful the night had been. Rolling to her side to embrace Veronica, she was shocked to see that Steve had come home in the night and was in bed with them. Further, that Veronica was kneeling next to him, sucking on his big cock. Sara just lay there, not sure if she should quietly get up and leave before Steve noticed that she was watching. But she was fascinated as she watched Veronica sucking on him, letting his entire cock disappear into her mouth.

Veronica made eye contact with Sara and smiled, despite the cock filling her mouth. She reached over with one hand and slid it between Sara's legs, not missing a beat with Steve's cock. Sara was frozen as Veronica's fingers began to play in her pussy. She couldn't take her eyes from Steve's cock as it disappeared again and again into Veronica's mouth. Then with Veronica's fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, Sara heard Steve groan and saw Veronica's cheeks billow. She realized that Steve was cumming and watched Veronica's face as she gulped and swallowed, not letting a single drop escape her mouth.




Big Brother



When Steve stopped cumming and Veronica released his cock, she smiled at Sara and Sara could see that her mouth was still filled with cum. It covered Veronica's tongue and teeth as she smiled at her. Then to her surprise Veronica moved over and pushed her face between her legs, her tongue replacing her fingers in her pussy. Sara was shocked. She was petrified that Steve would totally wake up and catch them. She stifled a groan as Veronica's tongue danced its magic in her pussy. She loved the way this felt. She closed her eyes as she felt Veronica's tongue sluicing in and out of her hole, drinking up her virgin juices. She arched her hips up to meet Veronica's thrusting tongue. 

When she opened her eyes she was shocked to see Steve's face over hers, a big smile on his face as he watched her. Sara felt herself blush completely red as he watched her. Then to her surprise he leaned over and kissed her lightly on the mouth, his tongue just brushing her lips. As she stared at him, he reached over slowly with one hand and cupped a breast, holding it firmly as his thumb flicked and rolled her hard nipple. When she opened her mouth to gasp, he leaned down again and kissed her, this time his tongue pushing into her mouth and finding hers.

Sara was uncertain how to react, so many different things happening at once. Then she found herself responding to Steve's kiss, reaching up and putting her arms around his neck and kissing him back, their tongues dueling. Then Steve moved down and sucked on her nipple, lightly nibbling on it with her teeth and sending currents of electricity through her body. He massaged and squeezed both of her breasts, alternating between them with his mouth as Veronica continued to suck on her pussy.

Sara felt the whole world spinning as her mind went blank. She was only aware of the sensations coursing through her body. At one point she found herself sucking on Veronica's pussy again, unable to see who was sucking on hers. At one point Veronica climbed off of her face and she saw that it was Steve between her thighs, his tongue that was in her pussy licking and sucking. She felt herself cumming over and over, her body completely beyond her control, being played like a violin by Steve and Veronica. 

Then Steve lifted his face from between her legs, a smile on his face, and Veronica fell forward, replacing him. Steve came and knelt behind Sara's head, his cock dangling in front of him almost touching her face. She watched in fascination as he rubbed the head of his cock between Veronica's parted pussy lips. She saw his cock take on a sheen from her juices, then he pressed himself between her pussy lips and his cock slowly disappeared into her pussy. Sara's mouth was open in delight as she watched Steve begin to fuck Veronica, his cock sliding back and forth, each time more of a sheen on it as Veronica's juices began to flow and cover him. She could feel Veronica sucking on her pussy the whole time, her fingers sliding in and out of her like Steve's cock was doing to Veronica.

Sara had no idea how long this went on, but suddenly Steve groaned and pressed himself tight against Veronica's ass and Sara realized that he was cumming inside of her. After a minute or so Steve slowly slid his cock out of Veronica's pussy, all covered with cum and glistening. As the head of his cock slid free, a dribble of cum slid from Veronica's pussy and landed on Sara's upper lip. She automatically licked her lip and tasted it, trying to decide if she liked it, when Veronica just lowered her pussy onto her mouth again. As she began to suck on Veronica's cum- filled pussy, Sara realized that she was eating her brother's cum that he had just put there. The thought excited her even more as she enthusiastically sucked at Veronica's pussy.

When she had sucked on Veronica's pussy until she had slurped all of the cum and sucked her dry, Veronica lifted her pussy from her face and moved aside. Steve's cock was still dangling down towards her face, still glistening with cum and pussy juices. As Sara watched, he slowly lowered his cock until it was touching her mouth. Sara opened her mouth and let her tongue explore the head of his cock, the whole while Veronica was still munching between her thighs. Opening her mouth a little further, Sara began to suck on the head of Steve's cock, amazed at how hard yet soft it was. It tasted just like Veronica's pussy had tasted with their combined cum coating it. Opening her mouth even more, Sara began to suck on Steve's cock like it was a big lollipop. She loved the sensation of his smooth cock in her mouth as she licked and sucked on him. Again she lost all sense of time, just sucking on Steve's cock while Veronica sucked on her pussy. After a while she felt the head of Steve's cock seem to grow, then cum began streaming from his cock into her mouth, filling it. Sara gulped, swallowing the salty cum that filled her mouth, loving the taste. She remembered what Veronica had said about a man's cock tasting almost as good as a pussy and she had to agree as she used both hands to hold him as he continued to cum in her mouth.

Finally Steve's cock stopped shooting cum into her mouth and Sara was able to swallow the last of it, continuing to suck on Steve's cock until he gently withdrew it. She was aware that Veronica had stopped sucking on her pussy and she just lay there, her legs spread wide, her whole body tuned to an edge of excitement. She felt Veronica crawling up her body, stopping to bite each of her hard nipples, then they were kissing, their tongues intertwined as they wrapped in each other's arms. Then she found herself drifting off to sleep again, sandwiched between her brother and his wife, exhausted but content.

When she next woke up, Sara found herself alone in the bed. Getting up, she padded out to the kitchen naked where she found Steve and Veronica drinking coffee. As Steve poured her a cup, smiling at her, Veronica drew her in close, kissing her, a hand slipping between her legs to gently rub her pussy.

"So, sleepyhead, how did you sleep?" she asked as Steve handed her a cup of coffee.

"Like the happy dead," Sara replied, smiling back at them. "I've never felt so good in my whole life."

"You've only just found out why you're alive," Steve said, leaning over and kissing her.

"I never knew I could feel so good," Sara said. "I think I'm in a dream."

"No dream," Veronica laughed, "just the world of the unending orgasm."

"You came home early," Sara said accusingly to Steve.

"Well, I finished quicker than I thought," he replied. "And when I thought of Veronica alone in bed and me alone in bed, I just had to get back as quickly as I could. And lucky me, too," he said with a smile. "Seeing you two wrapped in each other's arms was about as beautiful a sight as I've ever seen."

"I think you're both beautiful," Sara said, blushing, feeling her nipples screw themselves into hard knots.

"Ah, but you're a tasty morsel," Steve said, letting his hand drop down between Sara's legs and drag between her pussy lips. "Very tasty. You've got a beautiful body and a soft mouth."

"Soft mouth?" Sara said, smiling at him.

"Yes," Steve said, holding his cock in his hand. "It felt very soft."

"Oh," Sara said, blushing.

"Did you like sucking Steve's cock?" Veronica asked. "Didn't it taste good?"

"I did like it," Sara confessed, her face aflame. "It was exciting. Especially when you came," she added. "That felt so neat."

"Do you like the taste of pussy or cock better?" Veronica asked.

"Gosh, I don't know," Sara replied. "I like them both."

"Ah, you're my kind of a girl," Veronica said, hugging her. "I'd love to spend the rest of the day in bed with you, but then you'd be worn out and wouldn't have any fun tonight."

"What's happening tonight?" Sara asked.

"We were going to visit some of our neighbors," Steve said. "We thought maybe you'd like to come along with us."

"Sure," Sara said. "I don't mind."

"Oh, you'll love it," Veronica said, "you'll see. Bill and Patty are fun."

"Well, okay," Sara said. "What time do you go?"

"Oh, we'll go around 7:30," Steve said, "that way we can eat first. Dinner that is."

"Well, I don't know about you two, but I'm going to go lay in the sun," Veronica said.

"Oh, not me," Sara said. "I've had enough for a day or two. I think I'll do some stretching."

"I'm going back to bed," Steve said. "I didn't really get any sleep last night, and then you two this morning."

"Am I hearing a complaint?" Veronica asked, laughing at him.

"Not from me," Steve said, smiling at the two of them as he went down the hallway to his bed.

Veronica sat drinking her coffee as Sara went to the carpet and began to slowly stretch. Veronica admired her youth and her flexibility as Sara began to warm up. First she would stretch forward, touching the ground with her hands, her knees straight, then she would lean even further, resting her forearms on the ground. Sitting down, she leaned forward, laying down on her legs that were straight out in front of her, reaching for her feet and pulling. Then she spread her legs, laying down on the carpet, holding her heels in her hands and stretching her legs out to the sides. Next she moved to a forward/backwards split, leaning first over one leg in front, then the next. Then she did a sideways split, again laying forward on the carpet, her feet out to the sides.

She started giggling when she did this, and when she sat back up again Veronica asked her what was so funny.

"The carpet was tickling me," Sara explained. "I've never done this naked before," she said, rubbing herself between the legs.

Then laying on her back, Sara brought both her knees up to her chest, holding them there. Veronica could see her pretty pink pussy peeking out from between her legs. Then laying flat again, Sara brought first one leg, then the other one up over her head until her feet touched the floor behind her. Then Sara tilted her pelvis so that she could put each of her knees on either side of her head, her arms out to the sides.

"God, if you could just lift your head six inches you could suck your own pussy," Veronica observed.

"I think I could do that," Sara said from her contorted position. 

"This I've got to see," Veronica said, coming around to kneel behind Sara. "Go ahead, try it," she encouraged.

Wrapping her arms around her back, Sara lifted her head until her face was right in front of her pussy. She had never really looked at herself like this, and she was surprised to see what her pussy looked like compared to Veronica's. Whereas Veronica's pussy lips were long and darker in color with her clit also long and sticking out from between them, Sara saw that her own pussy lips were shorter, but very thick, pale in color but very pink inside. Also, her clit was shorter, but thick and very juicy looking.

"Go ahead, taste yourself," Veronica urged, one hand between her own legs in excitement.

Sticking out her tongue, Sara tentatively probed her own pussy, licking her pussy lips and then making circles around her clit with her tongue. Lifting her head just a bit more, she was able to slide her tongue into her hole, and then she just began to lick and suck on herself, delighted by the opportunity. Her pussy tasted to her just like it did when she had tasted herself on Veronica's mouth after she had eaten her, but now the taste was much stronger. She licked and sucked, enjoying the sensations of a tongue in her pussy again, especially since it was her own. She was shocked and almost lost her grip when Veronica reached out and slid a finger into her pussy while she was sucking on herself. She continued to lick and suck on her own pussy while Veronica finger fucked her.

"God, if I could do that, I'd eat myself while someone fucked me at the same time," Veronica observed, her fingers sliding in and out of Sara's pussy.

Finally Sara tired of being in such a contorted position and released her legs, letting them unwind to lay on the ground. Veronica crawled down her body and buried her face between her legs, picking up where Sara had left off. Sara reached up and pulled Veronica down to her, sucking on her pussy and noticing how differently they tasted. They sucked on each other until they both came before Veronica reversed herself to lay on top of Sara, kissing her, their tongues intertwining as they sucked on them.

"You are so sweet," Veronica said when they broke their kiss. "I could keep you here forever."

"What about Steve?" Sara asked, laughing.

"Oh, him, we'll let him play with us too," Veronica laughed.

"You awful," Sara laughed with her.

"And the sun's waiting for me," Veronica said, pushing to her feet.

"Maybe I'll go read or take a nap," Sara said.

"There's a couple of magazines in my bedstand you might like," Veronica suggested.

"But Steve's sleeping," Sara said. "I don't want to wake him."

"Don't worry about Steve," Veronica assured her. "In fact, if you want, you can sleep with us in our bed. You don't have to be by yourself in the other room unless you want to."

"Oh, I don't want to be in the way of you two," Sara said.

"You won't," Veronica said as she walked out the sliding glass doors.

Sara lay there for a minute, just thinking of everything that had happened since she left home. More than her whole life up to this point, she realized. She'd made a major transition. Unable to resist, Sara drew her legs up over her head and began to lick and suck on her own pussy again. This is really nice, she thought as she released her legs. I don't need anybody.

Getting to her feet, she went down the hallway. Looking into Steve and Veronica's room, she saw that Steve was asleep on top of the bed, his limp cock dangling between his legs. Sara stared at him, finding it hard to believe that this was her brother. Then remembering what Veronica had said about the magazines, she quietly tiptoed in, carefully opening the drawer to find them. There were three of them, all titled Swinger. Quietly removing one, Sara went back to her own room and proceeded to read the magazine. 

As she read she was shocked when she realized how many people were swingers. It seemed that trading partners without jealousy was a big thing. She knew that Steve and Veronica were into it, and they seemed as happy a couple as she'd ever seen. As she read more, she learned that suppressing the desire to know other people intimately was one of the things that led to stagnation in relationships, that the couples who did swing were more apt to have happy, long- lasting relationships. Sara found the articles fascinating, accounts of swingers and how they met people and what happened when they got together. Many of the people who wrote the articles and that sent in letters also included pictures, and one picture she particularly liked was of three couples daisy chained in oral sex, everyone sucking on someone else.

She must have fallen asleep, because she woke up to the sensation of her nipple being pinched. She had been having an erotic dream and didn't realize that it wasn't part of her dream. Opening her eyes she saw that Veronica was smiling at her.

"Nice nap?" she inquired.

"Yeah, I guess so," Sara said, stretching.

"Did you enjoy the magazine?" Veronica asked, nodding towards it.

"It's really interesting," Sara said.

"What do you think of the idea though?" Veronica asked. "Does it excite you or do you think it's wrong or what?"

"Oh, I don't see anything wrong with it," Sara said, sitting up, "especially if everyone agrees. The couple of stories about people not agreeing were sad though. It didn't seem fair to force someone to do something they really didn't want to."

"You're right," Veronica agreed. "I guess you realize that Steve and I swing," she said. "And never has Steve forced me to participate with people that I didn't want to be intimate with. It's always if we both want it."

"Do you do it a lot?" Sara asked, interested.

"I don't know what a lot is," Veronica admitted. "We do it regularly, though. And this development, it was designed by a couple who are swingers. And everyone who lives here swings too. It's really nice. So if you like your neighbors or whatever, well, it's easy."

"So Bill and Patty are swingers?" Sara asked.

"Yes," Veronica replied.

"And are you going to swing tonight?" she asked.

"Probably," Veronica said, "if everyone's into it. We usually are."

"Have you been swinging with them before?" Sara asked.

"Oh, many times," Veronica replied. "They're really nice. And they're both fun."

"And you want me to come with you?" Sara asked.

"If you'd like," Veronica replied. "It's up to you."

"Would I have to swing?" Sara asked.

"Of course not," Veronica replied. "If you want you can just watch. Or if you want to join in somehow, of course you can. There are no have to or must or force, you do what feels comfortable. And that's different for everyone."

"I understand," Sara said. "It sounds like fun."

"It is," Veronica said, smiling. "I think you'd love it."

"So do I," Sara said.

"Let's go wake Steve up," Veronica said. "He's slept enough anyway."

Getting up from the bed, Sara followed Veronica into her bedroom where Steve was still sprawled asleep on the bed. As she watched, Veronica leaned over Steve and sucked his limp cock into her mouth. Sara tried not to giggle as she watched Steve react in his sleep as Veronica began to suck on him. As she watched his cock began to grow, quickly reaching its full size. Then Veronica stopped, smiling at Sara.

"God, don't stop now," Steve groaned, opening his eyes.

"Oh, no you don't," Veronica laughed. "I just wanted to make sure you were primed for tonight."

"Hello, Sara," Steve said, smiling at her. "And what do you think of your sister? She's pretty crazy, isn't she?"

"Oh, I don't know if I'd call her crazy," Sara said. "She certainly is exciting though."

"Well, that she is," Steve agreed. "But so are you," he said, grabbing her by the hand and pulling her onto the bed. "I just love these big tits you've grown," he said, cupping them in his hands, his fingers automatically going to her nipples.

"Oh, no you don't," Veronica said, pulling Sara back to her feet. "She mine. You have to ask me to play with her and not until later. Come on, let's eat so we can go."

Sara's face was flushed from the feeling of her brother's hands on her breasts. She could feel how hard her nipples were and she couldn't resist cupping them in her own hands and playing with her nipples. She saw Steve smile at her as he swung his feet out of the bed and stood up, his cock sticking out in front of him.

"What do you think of it?" Steve asked Sara, seeing where her eyes were focused.

"It's so big," Sara breathed.

"It feels even bigger inside of you," Veronica said. "And if we don't eat soon, I'll weaken and I don't want to do that. Come on."

They all went to the kitchen and made a quick meal, laughing as they ate. Sara noticed that she didn't even mind being naked, or being aware of it. Now she understood why Veronica never wore any clothes. It was so nice and free and comfortable to just be naked. They finished eating and Veronica suggested that they get dressed to go. When Sara asked her what she was wearing as she followed her back to her room, Veronica told her she usually just wore something comfortable as she pulled a summer dress from the closet and slipped it on over her head, nothing on underneath it. Sara saw that it too was short, coming down only a few inches below her ass. Going back to her room, she began to look through her own clothes, trying to find something to wear when Veronica came in the room behind her.

"Why don't you wear this?" Veronica suggested, holding up one of Sara's skirts and a halter top. "You'd look great in it," she said.




Big Brother



"Okay," Sara agreed, reaching for a pair of panties to put on.

"No, just this," Veronica said, taking the panties from her.

"Without panties?" Sara asked, aghast.

"I never wear them," Veronica assured her. "Ever. I don't think I even own any."

"Really!" Sara said. "I've never dressed without wearing them."

"Try it and see what it feels like. If you don't like it, of course you can wear them," Veronica said.

Stepping into the skirt and then pulling on the halter top, Sara adjusted her breasts in the top, feeling very wanton as she felt her naked pussy beneath the skirt, no panties covering her. The skirt came down to just about mid-thigh, much longer than Veronica's, but Sara felt like her pussy would be visible to anyone who cared to look.

"I feel so naked," Sara said with a laugh. "Like I'm not even wearing any clothes without my panties."

"Put them on then," Veronica said. "You should always be comfortable."

"Oh, I'm not uncomfortable," Sara said, "it just feels weird. But I'll try it."

"Great," Veronica said. "You look delicious. Let's get Steve and go."

They found Steve waiting for them wearing a pair of shorts and a polo shirt, a smile on his face when he saw them.

"Boy, am I lucky," he said. "Two such beautiful women."

Sara blushed when he said this, not thinking of herself in that way.

"Come on, let's go," Veronica said, linking arms with Steve on one side and Sara on the other.

Laughing they left the house, walking down the street several houses before going up to one door and ringing the bell. The door opened and Patty greeted them a big smile on her face. Sara recognized her as one of the women she had seen in the pictures. She was blonde, short, with really big breasts barely held under a silk t-shirt. She too was wearing a short skirt and Sara wondered if she was wearing panties as the introductions were made and they entered the house. There Sara met Bill, a tall, good-looking man with a fairly muscular build. They went into the living room to sit and talk while Patty made drinks. Sara was surprised when she was handed one, and sipping on it found it to be very tasty.

"What is this?" she asked, taking another sip. 

"Oh, that's Captain Morgan's Spiced Rum and tonic water," Patty said. "I just love it, don't you?"

"It's delicious," Sara agreed, carefully trying to sit so that her legs were pressed together.

When Patty turned to adjust the stereo, Sara thought she glimpsed a peek of her ass cheek, then she knew for certain that Patty had no panties on when she sat down opposite her. Sara felt herself begin to blush when she saw Patty's pussy flash and she tried to cover by taking another sip of her drink. They sat around talking, laughing as they discussed work, their other friends, and Sara's escape to visit.

"You know, I was rummaging in a closet the other day and I found a game that we haven't played in years," Patty said. "I thought it might be fun to try if you want to. It's called Twister."

"Oh, I haven't played that since I was in high school," Veronica said with a laugh. "If I remember it was a lot of fun."

"I'll get it then," Patty said, getting to her feet and flashing her pussy again at Sara.

She went into the other room, then returned a moment later with the game. Opening it, she took out a big plastic sheet with different colored circles on it and spread it on the floor. It was about six feet square and filled the middle of the room.

"Only two can play at a time," she explained, "so we can cut the cards to see who goes first," she explained, getting a deck of cards out of a drawer.

When she held out the deck to Sara, she demurred, explaining that she had never played before and would prefer to watch until she was sure how it worked. Everyone else picked a card and it was Patty and Steve who won the right to play.

"Here, Sara," Patty said. "You can pick the cards to determine what we do next. Just tell whoever's turn it is what color they get.

Sara turned the cards one at a time, calling out the color. Each player had to place a hand or foot on a circle with that color on it without lifting any other hand or foot until they were all placed, then they had to contort to find the next color. The first two colors she called for each of them were easy, then the third color she called for Patty, she had to bend way over to reach the color on the other side of the plastic sheet because Steve was standing on the only other place with that color. With her legs spread wide and leaning way over, Sara was treated to a view of Patty's pussy as her skirt rode up over her ass. She saw that Patty's pussy was shaved like Veronica's, with thick pouty pussy lips that were spread open, revealing a very pink interior with her clit sticking out.

Veronica came over to sit next to Sara, whispering in her ear.

"Her pussy tastes really sweet," she whispered, making Sara blush. "Isn't it cute?"

Turning the next card and showing the color to Steve, trying not to blush, Sara felt a little uncomfortable. Steve had to lean over the back of one of Patty's legs to get his hand on the color, and by turning his head to the side he was able to bit Patty's ass, causing her to shout and then to start laughing. When Sara turned the next card and told Patty what her color was, she tried to reach it but fell, landing on her back with her knees apart. Sara tried not to look at her pussy as she lay there laughing, then she pushed herself to her feet.

"Well, that does it for me," she said, wiping her eyes. "It's not fair biting, Steve," she admonished.

"It was right there," he said, "what was I supposed to do?"

"Okay, you three, who's going to play next?" Patty asked.

"You two go ahead," Sara said quickly, not wanting to participate.

Again Sara turned the cards, calling the colors. Like Patty, Veronica's skirt quickly hiked up over her ass, exposing her to everyone. Bill quickly got contorted and fell and Veronica stood up, smiling at Sara.

"Come play with me, Sara," Veronica said. "It's fun."

"I don't know," Sara said.

"Go on, Sara," Steve said. "See if you can beat her."

Reluctantly Sara got to her feet, relinquishing the cards to Patty. She tried to pick the colors so that she wouldn't expose herself, but that quickly became impossible and she realized that Patty had moved around behind her just to look at her pussy sticking out. For her next color, Veronica reached between Sara's legs and planted her hand on the color, twisting her body half way around to achieve this. Her face was only a matter of inches from Sara's pussy. When Sara had to reach for her next color, her body lowered and she felt Veronica's tongue slip into her pussy. She immediately fell down to everyone's laughter, her face burning red with embarrassment.

"I never would have thought I'd be able to beat you in a contest of flexibility," Veronica said as she laughed.

"I didn't know you'd cheat," Sara said, trying to control herself.

"Let's play again," Patty said. "But this time the loser has to strip. It's not fair if we're providing the whole show."

"That sounds good to me," Bill said.

"Let's do it," Steve said. "How about it, Sara, you going to play?" he asked.

"Of course she is," Veronica answered. "And I bet she wins too."

It was quickly determined that Sara and Bill would go first. Sara quit worrying that she was exposing herself and concentrated on not falling, not wanting to have to strip in front of everyone for some reason. Bill quickly fell and Sara won that round. She watched with interest as he stripped, and she saw that his cock was easily as big as Steve's and his body was really muscular. Veronica and Patty were next, and with all of their laughing and trying to tease each other, Veronica finally fell, landing just a second before Patty did.

Still laughing, she pulled her dress off over her head, standing naked next to Bill. It was Sara's turn again, this time with Steve, who hadn't played yet. He played fair and Sara was able to hold on until he fell. When he stripped, Sara saw that his cock and Bill's were about the same size, but Steve's seemed bigger because he wasn't as big as Bill. Then they said she had to play again, this time with Patty, as they were the only two still dressed.

They began and Sara quickly found herself in a difficult position, with her ass right in Patty's face. This time she wasn't as shocked when she felt Patty begin to suck on her pussy, and controlling herself as Steve called out Patty's next color, Patty had to stop when she reached for her next position. But she fell and Sara was left the only one with clothes on after Patty had stripped naked. Sara had never seen such big nipples before. They were almost three inches across and the ends stuck out at least a half an inch. Like Veronica she had absolutely no hair on her pussy and her slit was easily visible as she stood there, her inner lips protruding out.

They decided that since Sara was so good at the game, that she would have to play each of them over again until she lost. Sara felt good about it now, and she knew that she could keep her balance. She again played Veronica, easily maintaining her balance as Veronica tumbled to the floor. Then she had to play Bill again. She knew that his muscles prevented him from being flexible so she was pretty confident about beating him again. But this time after she had completed her third move and Bill got his third color, he put himself in a position where his cock was sticking in her face. No matter how she tried to turn her face, his cock rubbed across her mouth and nose. She started laughing and before she knew it, she was on the ground and Bill was still standing.

Blushing, she got to her feet and removed her clothes and everyone applauded. Patty came over and hugged her, their breasts mashing against each other. Then Patty kissed her, her tongue gently pushing between her lips for a second before she broke the kiss.

"You're adorable," she said. "And you have a lovely body," she added.

Sara felt her nipples harden and she also felt a thrill of excitement course through her body when Patty kissed her.

"Let's play again, but change the stakes," Patty suggested. "This time the loser has to suck the winner. That way we're all winners," she said with a laugh.

Sara held her breath, wondering if she could go through with this. Luckily it was Veronica and Bill that went first. It didn't take Veronica long to topple Bill onto his back and she quickly straddled his face, lowering her pussy onto his waiting tongue. Sara watched as Bill sucked Veronica's pussy, watching also how Steve and Patty watched, their eyes alight and their excitement obvious. After Veronica had cum in Bill's mouth it was determined that Patty and Sara would play next.

"Can I just fall down?" Patty asked.

"If you don't try, you automatically lose and you get nothing," Veronica said. "You have to try to win."

They began to play, and Sara found that Patty's huge breasts would swing, hitting her in the face, almost knocking her over. Sara managed to hold on, though, and Patty fell. Veronica smiled at her and nodded, and Sara knelt down, lowering her pussy onto Patty's mouth. Everyone watched intently as Patty gripped Sara's thighs and pulled her pussy tight to her mouth, her tongue sliding up into her hole as she sucked on her again. Sara was moaning as Patty's talented tongue worked its magic in her pussy. She found herself holding her breasts, pinching and pulling on her hard nipples as Patty continued to eat her pussy. Finally she felt that wonderful feeling as she came, grinding her pussy into Patty's face as she continued to suck. Slowly pushing to her feet with Veronica's help, Sara managed a weak grin.

"God, what a sweet pussy!" Patty said as she got to her feet, pussy juice smeared across her face. "You are a darling," she said, kissing Sara again, this time forcing her tongue into Sara's mouth and sucking on hers.

They now determined that Bill and Steve should play each other. Sara looked at Veronica with a puzzled expression as the two men began the game. Steve quickly got into a comfortable position while Bill was off balance. Then Steve lost his balance on his next turn and couldn't recover, falling to the floor. To Sara's total amazement Steve then knelt in front of Bill and began to suck his cock. She couldn't believe it as Steve sucked on Bill's cock, letting the entire length of it slide into his mouth and down his throat. Veronica saw her consternation and came and stood next to her, an arm around her shoulders.

"Does this bother you?" she asked.

"Yeah, sort of," Sara admitted.

"Why?" Veronica asked.

"It's so, so unnatural," Sara said. "It seems."

"Well, some people would say that two women together is unnatural too," she said. "Do you think so?"

"Oh, no," Sara said. "It's beautiful."

"Well, we're just people and sex is sex," Veronica explained. "If it's okay for me to suck a cock, it should be okay for Steve to suck a cock. And the same with eating pussy."

"I just never thought about it," Sara said, watching as Steve sucked Bill.

"You'll be fine," Veronica said, hugging her.

Sara watched intently as Steve continued to suck Bill's cock. She saw how he held Bill's balls in one hand and worked the shaft with the other, the whole time Bill's cock moved in and out of his mouth. She saw Bill screw up his face, then he let out a big breath and Sara could see by how Steve was working that Bill must be cumming. She watched Steve as he sucked and swallowed all of Bill's cum, not a drop appearing anywhere. When he finished, Steve sat back on his heels.

"Jesus, how long have you been building that load up?" he asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Since this morning," Bill confessed, laughing. "And it was a struggle."

"Okay, it's Steve and Sara next," Patty announced, a glint in her eye. "Unless you have a problem with that."

"No," Sara said, shaking her head.

Steve smiled at her as he got to his feet and suddenly Sara giggled.

"What's so funny?" Steve asked.

"I was just thinking if only mom and dad could see us now," Sara said. "Wouldn't they be surprised."

"You'd be surprised what would surprise them," Steve said as he made his first move.

Quickly the game progressed until they were both in awkward positions. It was Steve's turn and he was just able to get his foot to the next color, precariously balanced. Then Sara attempted her next turn and inexplicably fell. Patty clapped her hands in delight as Steve stood in front of Sara, his cock sticking in her face. With everyone standing around in a circle watching, she took Steve's cock in her hand and began to lick the head of it. Then she opened her mouth and began to suck on him like she had done the night before and how she had just seen him doing to Bill.

Sara quickly became engrossed with sucking on Steve's cock and forgot about everyone watching her and forgot about the fact that it was her brother. She loved the feeling of his cock in her mouth and she was really enjoying the taste and sensation of sucking on it. She played with his balls the way she had seen him do and used her other hand to pump his shaft. Before long she felt his cock swell in her mouth and then cum was shooting in, filling her mouth. She gulped, still working him as cum continued to fill her mouth. She swallowed and swallowed, wondering how much cum there could be when finally it slowed, then stopped and she sucked the last of it from his cock before releasing him, a satisfied look on her face.

"That was great, Sara," Steve said. "Just great."

"I liked it too," she replied, getting to her feet.

"Thanks," Steve said, pulling her to him and kissing her, twirling his tongue with hers.

"Let's get to it," Patty said. "I want both of them right now."

"So do I," Veronica said.

"I don't understand," Sara said.

"To fuck," Veronica explained.

"Oh, not me," Sara said. "I'm still a virgin."

"I'd like to fuck you between the tits," Bill said, "if you don't mind."

"I don't know how," Sara said.

"Don't worry, I'll show you," Bill said as he smiled at her innocence.

"Wait a minute," Patty said. "I'll play Veronica for who gets you two first. After we've had the goods, if you want to fuck Sara's tits, be my guests."

Veronica and Patty squared off, both of them deadly serious now. Veronica got lucky with her colors and Patty soon fell. Veronica turned to Steve, pushing onto his back on the floor and mounted him, his cock sliding up into her pussy. Then Bill stood in front of her and she began to suck on his cock, getting it nice and hard and wet. Then Bill moved around behind Veronica where her ass was rising and falling on Steve's cock. Holding her steady, Bill began to press his cock against her asshole, and to Sara's surprise it began to slide in, not stopping until it was completely buried inside of her. Then Bill began to pump his cock in and out of Veronica's ass and she slowly began to pump herself up and down on Steve's cock at the same time. Sara watched with her mouth open as both cocks slid in and out of Veronica's two holes.

"Doesn't that just look delicious?" Patty said to Sara, sidling up next to her.

"Doesn't it hurt?" Sara asked, watching in disbelief as the two huge cocks pounded Veronica.

"Maybe the first time," Patty conceded, "but after that, it's like heaven. The only thing better is a third one to suck on at the same time."

Sara continued to watch the show and realized when the three of them started groaning that they must be cumming. Sure enough, Bill removed his cock from Veronica's ass and she rolled off of Steve to lay on the floor on her back, her feet flat on the floor and her knees spread. Sara could see the cum seeping from her pussy and asshole as she lay there. Bill went to clean himself and Patty began to suck on Steve's cum-covered cock, quickly getting him hard again. When Bill returned, Patty mounted him, his huge cock sliding up into her pussy, while Steve got behind her and jammed his cock home into her ass.

Sara watched again as the two men fucked Patty, their two cocks moving in and out of her holes easily. When she finally rolled off of Bill, cum oozing from her pussy and ass, Veronica rolled over onto her and the two of them began to suck on each other, drinking up the cum that filled them. Then Sara felt Bill grab her by the arm and pull her down onto the floor. She was momentarily afraid that he was going to stick his huge cock into her, but he merely straddled her chest, his gooey cock laying between her breasts, the head of it pressing against her mouth. She opened her mouth to lick and suck on the head of it and Bill grabbed her breasts and pressed them up over the shaft of his cock and began to slide back and forth, fucking her between her breasts. Each time he slid forward, Sara would open her mouth and suck on the head of his cock. She almost jumped off the ground, and would have except for Bill's weight on top of her when she felt someone begin to suck on her pussy. She could see that Veronica and Patty were still sucking on each other, and she knew that it had to be Steve eating her while Bill fucked her between the tits. Then finally Bill pushed his cock into her mouth and kept it there while she sucked on it, only to be rewarded by thick gushes of cum shooting into her mouth as his balls exploded. Sara gulped and swallowed and gulped and swallowed all of Bill's cum, enjoying the taste while Steve continued to suck her pussy.

When Bill got to his feet after Sara had sucked his cock, Steve lifted his face from between her legs, a smile on his face.

"How are you doing?" he asked.

"Okay," she replied, still swallowing Bill's cum.

"Sara, you've got to show them how flexible you are," she heard Veronica say.




Big Brother



PROLOGUE: THEIR LAST DAY

February 29, 1988, leap day of a leap year, and the day Jay's life leaped into Hell. The day started out fine. It was a Monday so he went to school. Jay was seven years old, in second grade, and lived in a suburban town outside Columbus, Ohio. When he came home from school that day he was lovingly greeted by his mom as usual. Jay's mother told him she loved him at least once a day and his father often told him as well. Jay always told them he loved them too and he certainly meant it every time he said it, but he didn't realize how precious it was having someone to say those words to and being able to respond in kind, but he soon would. His mother was in an especially good mood because she and Jay's father had plans to go out that night, some formal party for his dad's work, and they would be leaving soon after his father came home.

His father came home from work at the usual time, around 5:30, and quickly headed upstairs to change and get ready for the party. About a half hour later, Loni, Jay's usual babysitter arrived. Loni Holden was fifteen years old, she had strawberry blonde hair, a slightly turned up nose and freckles. She also had a sweet disposition which is what usually made her and Jay get along so well, he couldn't resist doing what she asked of him. But she never abused this influence she had over him. She was always nice to him. She played games with him and let him watch TV and she often told Jay that he was her favorite kid she babysat for. She had been babysitting for Jay for close to a year now. 

Jay's parents were ready to depart but before they left, Jay's mother stopped to hug her son and tell him she loved him. Jay smiled and told her the same, enjoying the smell of her perfume along with the warm feeling he always got when she hugged him. She was dressed up in a red evening gown, her shoulder length auburn hair elegantly styled, and wearing the perfect amount of make-up to enhance the natural beauty of her face. Although his seven-year-old mind could never imagine spontaneously telling his mom how beautiful she was, it did register with him and gave him a happy feeling, he didn't recognize it was pride.

As Jay's mom was giving instructions in case of an emergency to Loni, his dad, dressed in a dark blue suit and black tie, his black hair neatly slicked back, came over and squatted before his son as Jay lay on the floor with a coloring book and was surrounded by Crayolas. "Now mind your manners and be on your best behavior for Loni, don't give her any trouble and do what she tells you to do," Jay's father said.

Jay looked up at his father, catching a strong whiff of cologne, and assured him he would be good. With a sparkle in his kind eyes and smiling, his dad reached over and ruffled his son's dark brown hair and told him "Goodbye, Jay-man". After his dad helped his mom into her coat and then put on his, they walked out the door and Regina and Tim Powers were gone.

CHAPTER 1: WHEN THE TEARS DRY UP

Loni had sent Jay to bed at his usual bedtime of 9 o'clock and he had quickly gone to sleep. Water was streaming down the window of Jay's room and rain could be heard gently pitter-pattering on the roof, helping lull Jay into an even more tranquil sleep. Sometime during the night the sound on the roof turned more into a clicking noise and every now and then a "ping" noise could be heard outside, sounding like a tossed pebble striking something metal. The rain started to freeze and sleet began to fall with it. 

When the doorbell rang it briefly brought Jay to a semi-awake state but it didn't dawn on him in his sleep-muddled mind to wonder who could be at the door this late. Soon he was completely asleep again. When Loni screamed, that brought him to full consciousness the same way dumping a bucket of cold water on him would have.

Jay threw off the covers and sprung out of bed. He left his room and when he got to the top of the stairs he could see Loni at the bottom and someone else was there with her. It was a policeman! Loni had a hand up to her face and Jay could tell that she was crying. Goosebumps all of a sudden broke out all over his skin and Jay started to shake uncontrollably as a horrible sense of foreboding came over him. 

Grasping the banister tightly, Jay slowly descended. When he got to the third step from the bottom he simply sat down trying to gauge the situation. He was behind Loni, so she didn't see him there, the policeman was the first to notice him. He lightly laid a hand on Loni's arm and indicated with his head for her to turn around. When Loni saw Jay she let out a big gasp and a soft squeak as she covered her mouth with her hand, she began to cry even harder. 

The policeman came over to the stairs and bent forward slightly placing his hands on his knees. "Hey there," he said in a soft voice, "are you Jeremiah?"

Jay was really scared at this point and all he could do was look at Loni. She turned to the policeman and said in a teary voice, "He likes to be called Jay."

"Ok, Jay then," the policeman said as he smiled. "Is it ok if I ask you some questions Jay?"

Jay finally found the nerve to speak and said through trembling lips, "Where's my mommy and daddy?" A smothered moan of anguish came from Loni and she went into the den to grab a handful of tissues.

"We'll get to that later," said the policeman, "but first I need to ask you a couple things Jay."

"WHERE'S MY MOMMY AND DADDY?!!" Jay shouted as he now began to cry.

"Shh, shh, I promise you I'll tell you but I need you to be brave for a minute and let me ask you some things."

Jay stayed mute. All he wanted right now was to be in the arms of his mother. Loni was back now and she climbed up to sit next to Jay and put her arms around him. After dabbing her own eyes with tissue she did the same for him and wiped his nose. "Listen Jay, remember your daddy telling you to do what I say?" she asked. Jay nodded slowly. "Well I'm asking you to please answer the questions this officer has. Can you please do that for me?" 

Jay finally relented and said, "Okay" in a somber voice.

"Thank you Jay," said the policeman. "Do you have any relatives, like grandparents, uncles, or aunts?"

Jay was quiet for a minute then murmured, "I think so."

"You think so?" said the policeman.

"Well, I know my daddy's daddy died a long time ago in a war, the one they show on MASH, and my daddy's mommy died when I was a baby." Jay paused for a minute, "But my other grandma, my mommy's mommy, she's still alive, I think, and my mommy also has a brother and sister, but they all live far away and I've never met any of them. Mommy never talks about them much."

"Does your daddy have any brothers or sisters?" the policeman asked. Jay shook his head. "Okay, you are doing great Jay, just a couple more questions. Do you know the name of the city where your grandmother lives; or your aunt or uncle?" Jay shook his head again. "Do you know if any of them live in this state, or any state they might be in?" Jay shook his head for a third time.

"I only know they live far from here and I never met them," Jay said.

"Okay, thank you so much for answering my questions Jay." The policeman said. "Miss Holden? Could I have a word with you?" Loni looked at the policeman and nodded her head. 

"I'll be right back," Loni said giving Jay a little hug, and then she followed the policeman into the living room. Jay couldn't hear what the policeman was saying; he was talking so low it sounded like he was mumbling. He was able to make out Loni's voice when she said, "I'll have to call my parents to check but I don't think that will be any problem for tonight." Then there was more mumbling from the policeman and then the talking stopped. It was quiet for a minute or two and then Jay heard the policeman's walkie-talkie thing go off, someone was saying something but Jay doubted he'd understand what was being said even if he was right next to the policeman. The policeman then said something and Jay could tell he was replying to the walkie-talkie, his voice was louder but he still had no idea what was said. Jay really didn't care, he just had this awful feeling inside of him and he knew he needed to see his mommy right now!

A few more minutes later Jay heard Loni's voice in the living room, "They said it would be okay," she said. Then both Loni and the policeman came back into the foyer where the stairs were. Loni had stopped crying but her eyes and nose were all red.

"Hey, guess what?" she said to Jay trying to sound enthusiastic. "You're going to come spend the night at my house!"

"B...but it's a school night, I can't sleepover anyone's house on school nights."

"Well tonight you can," said Loni

"Where's my mommy and daddy?!! You said you'd tell me!!!" Jay said starting to cry again.

Loni looked at the policeman, he slowly nodded his head. "Jay honey," Loni said, "I won't lie to you, your Mommy and Daddy were in a car accident tonight. They've been taken to the hospital and..."

"I WANT TO GO SEE THEM!!" Jay shouted.

"I'm sorry Jay, but you can't do that tonight," Loni said with tears falling down her cheeks again. "Tomorrow somebody is going to come see you and maybe they will take you to see your parents."

"Who's coming to see me?" Jay asked.

"A person that's called a social worker, they are always really nice and their whole job is to take care of kids when they need help." Loni said. "But for tonight you're going to spend the night at my house, so I need you to be brave for me, can you do that sweetie? If you do, I promise I will stay with you all night long if you want me to, you won't be alone."

"Okay," Jay said in resignation, "but you promise that this worker will take me to see Mommy and Daddy tomorrow?"

Loni looked at the policeman and he said, "Jay, I promise you the social worker will tell you where your parents are and everything that happened and if she can, she will take you to see them. That's the best I can do, I need you to be okay with that, all right little man?"

"Okay," Jay mumbled knowing this was as good a promise as he was going to get.

"Jay," Loni said, "let's go up to your room and you can help me get some clothes and things packed for you to spend the night."

"Okay," Jay said again in an almost imperceptible voice. Loni took his hand and they walked up to his room together.

* * *

Loni felt like her heart was being torn apart every time she looked at little Jay. It was terrible knowing that his parents had been killed and she couldn't tell him when it was obvious he was desperate to know their condition. The police officer had told her explicitly, however, not to tell Jay the true condition of his parents and let the social worker handle that in the morning, they had the training to deal with these situations.

For that night Jay slept in Loni's bed with her hugging him tight. All night long Jay cried. Just when she thought he had finally fallen to sleep she heard him begin to sniffle and whimper all over again. All Loni could do was squeeze him and run her hand through his hair trying to gently shush him. It was the longest night of her fifteen year old life, but she couldn't imagine how much worse it was for Jay.

It was a dreary day the next morning for more reasons than one, the weather had stayed wet and while the temperature had warmed up enough to halt the freezing rain and melt all the ice, there was still a constant drizzle falling from the grey sky. With her parents' permission, Loni decided to stay home from school to be with Jay. He really didn't know her parents that well and she felt he needed at least someone he was familiar with to stay close to him. 

Around nine that morning the doorbell rang. Loni was downstairs in the kitchen fixing bowls of cereal for her and Jay while Jay was in the bathroom upstairs. Her mother answered the door and let in a lady that Loni assumed was the social worker. Loni's mother invited her into their home. The social worker was wearing a yellow rain slicker and hat. She was short, maybe only an inch above five feet if that. Her body was a bit rotund and the hair sticking out from beneath her hat was curly and dark brown. She had a haggard look on her face, wary like she had seen too much, yet her eyes bespoke of a certain kindness. 

Loni's mother offered to take the rain coat and hat; the social worker gave them over with a "thanks". Beneath the coat she wore a dark purple skirt and blazer with a white blouse. "Loni?" Loni's mother said. "This is Ms. Whittenger, she is from family services and is here to see Jay. Could you bring him downstairs?"

"Of course," Loni responded solemnly. She ran upstairs to her room and found Jay just sitting on the bed in his pajamas. His eyes were red and Loni could tell he had been crying again.

"Jay," Loni said, "the social worker is here to see you. Let's get you dressed and ready to meet her."

Jay just nodded. Loni pulled a pair of jeans and a striped shirt with a collar out of his bag. "Do you need help getting dressed sweetie?" Loni asked.

"No, I can do it myself," Jay said.

"All right then, I'll be waiting outside, if you need me just call." Loni stepped outside her room. Less than five minutes later Jay emerged dressed but tears were running down his face. Loni dashed into the bathroom and grabbed a handful of tissues. She dried Jay's eyes and had him blow his nose, she gave him the remaining tissues she held and told him to hold on to them in case he needed them.

Loni led Jay down the stairs where she could hear her mom in the living room. "That won't be any problem at all, we are happy to do anything we can for Jay," Loni's mother was saying. Loni turned into the living room and saw her mom sitting on the sofa with the social worker. 

"Jay, have a seat up here," Loni's mother said when she saw him and her daughter. She patted a place on the couch between her and Ms. Whittenger. Jay looked at Loni, tears still in his eyes, she nodded her head slightly and Jay went and sat where he was told.

"Hello there Jay, my name is Dorothy," Ms. Whittenger said.

"Are you going to take me to see Mommy and Daddy?" Jay sniffed.

Ms. Whittenger's face fell when he said that and she placed her hand over his, Jay immediately recoiled from her touch. "Honey, there is nothing in the world I would rather do than take you to see your mommy and daddy but I can't," Ms. Whittenger said sadly.

"Why not? The policeman said you would!" Jay said adamantly as he cried.

"Jay, I'm sure you realize by now that something bad has happened," Ms. Whittenger said. "I have to tell you something and I need you to be strong for me. Can you do that?"

"I just want to know where my mommy and daddy are," Jay said quietly, a tear dripping off his chin.

"Your mommy and daddy were in a car crash last night. They've gone to Heaven sweetie," Ms. Whittenger said. Loni could actually see Jay's body twitch as if he received an electric shock. Loni felt the tears return to her eyes, her mother was no better. "Do you understand what that means Jay?"

"It means they're dead," Jay said in a quiet and eerily calm voice.

"Yes they're dead; I'm so sorry honey, it was a very bad accident. But you need to know that they are in a better place now and they are still watching over you. They are still with you Jay and you will never be alone, and I'm here to make sure that there's going to be somebody to take care of you," Ms. Whittenger said.

"Who's going to take care of me?" Jay asked.

"Well you have a grandmother and an aunt that live in Maryland, an uncle too!" Ms. Whittenger said. "Your aunt is going to come up here and then you are going to go back and live with her. Your grandmother would come up here too but it's hard for her to travel. Until your aunt gets here, Mrs. and Mr. Holden are going to take care of you. You get to stay here with them and Loni."

Loni's mother wrapped her arms around Jay and said, "We're going to take good care of you, I promise!" Jay stayed stiff in her arms. Loni was happy that Jay would be staying with them until his aunt came here, but one thing she noticed disturbed her. The instant Dorothy Whittenger confirmed that his parents were dead, Jay's crying had stopped.

CHAPTER 2: ONTO A NEW LIFE

Jay's aunt arrived two days later from Lothian, Maryland rolling into town in a 1979 Dodge van. Loni despised her immediately. That you could tell she was Regina Powers' sister was obvious, but Kimberly Fresco looked liked her sister's evil twin. They had the same face but Kimberly's always had a frown while Regina always seemed to have a smile. Their body type was similar, they were of average height; Regina was slighter while Kimberly had a couple extra pounds on her. They probably had the same hair color too, but Kimberly had hers frosted, she wore it short and up; the smell of cheap hairspray overpowered any perfume she might be wearing. The biggest difference though was Regina always carried herself with an heir of warmth and had an inner glow of beauty, Kimberly seemed so forlorn and dour. Also, Kimberly had a habit of gum chewing; she always had a piece in her mouth and was constantly smacking it. Loni had friends in school that chewed gum a lot but seeing an adult do it and make such a big production out of it...it drove Loni nuts. 

With the arrival of Kimberly, the funeral arrangements for Tim and Regina could be made. It was decided to have the viewing and funeral in Columbus since this was where they had established their roots and most of their friends lived. Kimberly took Jay into her care and they both stayed in the Powers' house while the funeral arrangements and division of their estate was taken care of. 

Financially, the Powers had always lived if not beyond their means then close enough to the edge. Tim Powers was successful as an upper-end manager for the phone company. But Regina was a stay-at-home mom so they only had the one income. Sommer Hills was an upper middle class neighborhood and in order to keep up with the Jones' you had to be moderately wealthy. It turned out that the Powers home had a second mortgage on it and they were still making payments on most of their high valued property. In other words, the bank ended up getting the house because it wasn't worth anything to Kimberly mortgaged to the hilt. The repo man ended up with most everything else. Loni could tell Kimberly was furious about this, it seemed all she could talk about at the viewing was how her sister and brother had left her in a lurch, that seemed to be the only reason she was upset they were dead. She showed no grief at all.

It seemed that Regina and Tim were woefully unprepared for their untimely demise. Tim always seemed to have one project after another going on at work, he would let matters that could be put off until later slide and Regina was one to trust her husband in all matters financial. Loni knew the Powers were good people and if they had known they were going to go this early they would have done everything they could to secure their son a bright future. It was just that Tim was only thirty-eight and Regina was thirty, it must have seemed to them they had all the time in the world to prepare for their deaths. Unfortunately it didn't work out that way. They didn't even have wills made out. There were no instructions on how they wished to be interred. Since neither of them had a burial plot, Kimberly decided it was in the best interest to cremate them. Yeah, her best interest, Loni thought, this way she doesn't have to pay for their burial.

Fortunately, the one thing Tim did have the foresight to invest in was life insurance. Since they had died in a car accident there was a double indemnity clause in their contract that left Jay with over half a million dollars from the insurance company. However, the way the contract was set up, since Jay was still a minor all that money would be set aside in a trust that he could not open until he turned eighteen. The contract instructed a board of trustees to allow Jay's guardians a monthly stipend from that trust for living expenses, but that stipend was based on the bare minimum it would cost to keep a Jay decently clothed and fed. If there was an emergency or a necessary need for more money the board could be petitioned to grant extra funds.




Big Brother



Kimberly spent two weeks at the Powers residence trying to get their affairs in order. Loni came over to check on Jay often, sometimes she would ask to take him over to her house for a while. Kimberly would dismiss them with a wave as if saying "If you want to look after him be my guest." Jay had not said one word or even shed one tear at the viewings and the funeral service. It broke Loni's heart to see him now. He looked pale as a ghost and he never smiled and rarely talked. Each time Loni came over Kimberly seemed to be in a worse mood. One time there was a man at the house and Loni overheard Kimberly say to him, "You're a lawyer, is there nothing you can do for me...and Jay...of course?"

Loni wished with all her heart that Jay could remain with her family. The Powers and the Holdens had never been close. Their main link was Loni's being Jay's babysitter. She liked the Powers a lot but she had to admit, she loved Jay. He was such a good-natured boy and it was a pleasure to sit for him. She would have loved to have him as a brother. Over the two days Jay had stayed with them, even at that horrible time, Loni's parents had also fallen in love with Jay. She knew that it could never happen though. Kimberly was Jay's blood relative and family services had made her his legal guardian. 

When the two weeks were up Kimberly had everything as settled as they could possible be and her frown looked like it could cut steel. They had packed most of Jay's clothes and the family photo albums and pictures; Loni boxed up the pictures and packed them in Kimberly's van herself. She didn't want those precious memories to be lost and Kimberly didn't seem as if she cared all that much about them. Loni hoped Jay's aunt wouldn't be disregardful with them. Loni held back a few pictures for herself, she wanted to be able to remember the cute boy she babysat for and if something did happen to the pictures, Loni held back a couple that had Regina and Tim in them as well, she knew she could keep them safe.

Kimberly had a huge yard sale and sold just about everything that the repo man didn't take, including most of Jay's things like his books, video games, and toys. Loni was furious with Kimberly for selling some of Jay's most beloved possessions, but Jay didn't even put up a fuss, he acted like he had been acting since he had been told the news of his parents' death; he just didn't care.

At the yard sale Loni bought back Jay's favorite book, Where the Red Fern Grows, between her and his parents they must have read that book to Jay at least a dozen times over the years. She also bought back his favorite toys, his Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles action figures, she bought all four; Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, and Michelangelo. On the day they left, Loni stuck the book and the toys into Jay's backpack.

When Jay and Kimberly left, Loni and her parents were there to say goodbye. Loni hugged Jay fiercely with tears in her eyes. She told him he could always write to her if he wanted and she would always write back. Jay mumbled an "okay" he still was so withdrawn. He was a different boy than the one she knew just a short time ago.

"Hey, it's going to be okay kiddo," Loni said looking into Jay's desert dry brown eyes. "Remember, I love you."

"I love you too," Jay said and then he returned her hug. Just that simple action made Loni feel better and gave her hope that Jay really was going to be okay.

Kimberly had Jay climb up into the van and then she slid the door closed. Kimberly climbed into the driver's seat and they were off heading down the street. Loni wondered if she would ever see Jay again.

BECCA

Becca saw the beat up old van pull into the gravel driveway. "Mommy's home!!!" she shouted running out the front door. "Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!" Becca said as she grasped hold of her mother's leg when she opened the van door.

"Hi Becca," Kimberly said passively as she patted her on the back and then pried her daughter off her leg. She climbed out of the van and headed towards the house. Becca's Uncle Eddie came out the front door next.

"So Kimmy, back from Snobville, bring home anything good?" Eddie said.

"You know I didn't," Kimberly said. "I can't believe my sister had all those things, that great house and I end up risking my job to take two weeks off and I come home with nothing to show for it but another mouth to feed!" Kimberly said in disgust.

"Well, look at it this way, at least with this one you didn't get knocked up while you were drunk," Eddie said with a smirk.

"Shut the fuck up asshole!" Kimberly shot back. "How about helping me unload the van?"

"Oh, you know I would but my back, you know? If someone catches me doing any kind of heavy lifting and it gets back to the company I could lose my worker's comp. Otherwise, you know I'd love to help you." Eddie said.

"Sure you would," Kimberly said sarcastically. "We all know how much you like to help out around here."

"Hey, I just spent two weeks taking care of your brat; I let you borrow my van, that's not helping out?" Eddie said defending himself.

"That's bullshit, Mom did all the work and you know it. Becca practically takes care of herself anyway. Your van runs like crap, half the time I thought it was gonna die out on me. Meanwhile I've been in Hell for the past two weeks thanks to our dear departed sister!"

Becca stood on her tip toes looking inside the van; she saw a bunch of boxes and a mop of brown hair. She started jumping to see if she could get a better look at the person who the hair belonged too.

"Move it Becca, I need to open the door," her mom said with irritation.

Becca moved out of the way as Kimberly slid the van door open. Becca finally got a full glimpse of the boy inside. He was wearing jeans and a polo shirt with a blue windbreaker. His hair definitely was brown and so were his eyes. He looked very sad. Becca brought a strand of her hair around to her mouth and chewed on it for a few moments as she slid the toe of one shoe around in the gravel. Finally she said, "Are you gonna be my new brother?"

The boy looked at her without saying anything; it looked like he didn't know how to answer her question. "No nitwit, that's your cousin. Remember we told you about him?" Eddie said from behind her.

"Oh...yeah," Becca said still staring at the boy. He stared back. Becca wondered if the boy could talk. Finally she decided to introduce herself. "I'm Becca," she said.

"I'm Jay," he responded in a soft quiet voice.

"How old are you?" Becca asked.

"Seven."

"I'm five," Becca said.

"Becca, will you please move?" Kimberly said exasperatedly. Becca stepped aside. "Jay, I want you to take all the bags you can carry and bring them inside the house. Becca will show you where to put them." Kimberly said. "Becca, show Jay where your room is."

"Okay Mommy," Becca said. Then to Jay she said, "Come with me," and she started to skip towards the house.

* * *

Jay grabbed his backpack and one of his suitcases and slid out of the van. He followed the girl to the house. Jay had been momentarily surprised to find out he had a cousin, Aunt Kim never told him, but then he just went back within himself telling his mind not to think about things.

Jay looked over his cousin. Her hair was a wispy bleach blonde, she had sky blue eyes, she was missing one of her bottom front teeth and she was so skinny she almost looked like a stick figure. She was wearing pink pants with flowers on them, a worn yellow sweater, and tennis shoes. She seemed shy at first, but she got over that shyness pretty fast.

Jay took a good look at the house they were walking into. It was all one story, painted white, but the paint was chipping everywhere. In the driveway next to the van was a little red car, Jay didn't know what make it was, and it had rust spots on it. The house had a front porch but it was littered with rakes, shovels, and other yard implements along with a couple potted plants that looked like they were ready to shrivel up and die. Becca opened the screen door and they were in the living room. There was a couch, some chairs, a coffee table, and a TV towards the back. There was a woman lying on the couch. Jay assumed it was his grandmother. 

"This way," Becca said. Jay followed his cousin down a hallway. They passed a bathroom, a room that was probably a bedroom, and at the end of the hall were two doors on a ninety degree angle. Becca opened the door that was facing them and led him inside. There were two beds in the room, one a regular twin bed, the other a foldaway cot. There was a small dresser with a mirror, on the dresser there were various items like brushes and combs and hair bands. There were a few books in the room, a couple dolls and a ragged old plush Snoopy laid on the twin bed. Snoopy had seen better days; his white fur had become dingy and threads were hanging off his nose.

"This is my room," Becca said, "but Mommy says I have to share it with you so I guess I hafta. But this is still my room."

"Whatever," Jay said apathetically. Becca looked at him strangely.

"That's your bed," Becca pointed to the cot. "It used to be Uncle Eddie's but now he's gonna have to sleep on the couch." Becca giggled, "Grandma said serves him right; at his age he should be living on his own anyhow." Jay put his bags on the cot.

Becca opened a door in the room and Jay saw it was a closet. There were dresses and blouses hanging in there but the closet was less than half full. "You can put some of your stuff in here," Becca said, "and there are a couple empty drawers in the dresser."

"Jay!" It was Aunt Kim's voice. "Jay get back out here and finish helping me unload the van!" Jay silently made his was back to the front door but before he got there he was intercepted by the old lady that had been on the couch. She had dark brown hair but the roots were grey. Her brown eyes looked hard and her wrinkled weathered skin made her look even more severe. She was wearing a nightgown and a robe even though it was the middle of the afternoon.

"Is this my grandson?" She asked.

Jay remained quiet, Becca answered for him. "Yup!" She said bouncing on her heals.

"We've never met before but I am your grandmother," His grandmother said. Jay just stood there keeping his mind as free of thoughts as he could, whenever he started thinking he started to feel pain, pain that made him want to throw up. So he just stood there looking at her but not really focusing on her, just letting everything stay out of focus. This lady was his grandmother, Eddie was his uncle, Kimberly was his aunt, and Becca was his cousin. He now knew all the players, fine, he just didn't want to be involved.

"I'm sorry I didn't come up for your parents' funeral," his grandmother said but she didn't sound that sorry, "you see I've got rheumatoid arthritis and for me to take a road trip all the way from here to Ohio would kill me...Besides, your mother probably wouldn't have wanted me to be there anyway."

Jay remained still. Don't think just stare. Don't think just stare, he kept repeating to himself.

"I guess I'll let you finish up bringing in your things," his grandmother finally said.

Jay went outside not giving his grandmother or Becca a second look. 

* * *

Becca didn't know what to make of Jay. He wasn't like most boys. Not that she knew that many. There were the Wicker brothers from across the street. She hated them! The Wicked Wickers! They were bullies. Then there were the boys in kindergarten but all they ever did was run around and play games and didn't like girls playing with them. 

Jay was quiet. He hardly ever said a word. The most he talked was the first night he was at their house. Her mommy said it was bath time and she was gonna give Jay and Becca a bath together. Jay actually spoke up and said he would rather just take a shower by himself, that's what he had done at home. Mommy said this was his home now and he would do what she said. Jay stared at her in that strange way he had and said "I would really like to shower by myself. Please." 

Mommy looked at Jay and finally said "Fine, if that's what you want to do I don't care, as long as you get clean." Becca was actually relieved. She didn't want to take a bath with a boy, especially one she had only just met. So every night since then Kimberly would give Becca a bath then Jay would take a shower by himself.

Aside from that one incident, Jay never balked at anything he was told to do. He wouldn't say anything but he would just do what you told him. You even had to tell him to eat; otherwise he'd just stare straight ahead and not touch his food. He still wasn't eating enough; you could tell he was losing weight. His clothes were getting looser and his face was becoming drawn.

One night Becca overheard her mother talking to her grandmother about Jay. "We need to do something about him, that boy needs some kind of help," her grandmother said.

"I've petitioned the board of trustees and told them Jay's situation," Becca's mother said, "but until I hear back from them I can't afford to take him to any special doctors."

Becca's grandmother tsked, "That poor boy. I would have thought Reggie would have made better plans for him in case something like this ever happened. You should be able to do something though; he's your responsibility now."

"Yeah he's my responsibility and Reggie didn't leave me with anything to help!" Becca's mother said harshly. "After all these years of you saying how disappointed you were because I had a child out of wedlock, after all the grief you've given me, we find out that Reggie wasn't perfect after all."

"This is nothing like your situation," Becca's grandmother said.

"No, it's not. I had a child that I took care of and I also stayed behind and took care of my mother, and I even open my house up to my brother and all I ever hear from you is shit!" Becca's mother said with venom. "Reggie's the one that left us all behind, she's the one that married some man eight years older than her, and she's the one that didn't want to have anything to do with us. She probably thought she was better than us! Well in the end we find out that she was no better she just had a man who knew how to juggle money well enough that they could afford nice things and pretend to better than us! And I'm the one who gets stuck raising her kid and I get nothing out of it!"

"I don't think we should talk about this anymore..." Becca's grandmother said.

"Where's my reward?" Becca's mother kept on going, "Don't I even get a little praise? Haven't I done enough for you? Or are you upset I could never find a nice man that would buy me a nice house we all could live in and a Mercedes to go with it! We never talk about Reggie but when you talk to me all you do is make me feel like dirt! I'm sorry that all the scraping and scrounging I've done to give you a roof over your head wasn't enough! I'm sorry I'm not Reggie and walked out of your life ten years ago!"

Becca ducked back into her room as she saw her grandmother get up and walk to her own bedroom. About five minutes later Becca came out again and saw her mother sitting on the couch with her head in her hands crying. Becca felt so bad for her mother, she wanted to go and hug her but she knew she'd just end up getting a whipping for being up. 

Becca went back to bed, she was angry. Jay was the cause of all this. She stared across the room at her cousin. It was all his fault her mother and grandmother had that fight. She wished he would leave! It wasn't until then that Becca noticed Jay wasn't asleep either. His eyes were open and he was staring across the room right at her.

"Jerk!" Becca said softly but with vitriol then turned her back on Jay and went to sleep.

CHAPTER 4: BREAKTHROUGH

The board of trustees had approved Kimberly's request for funds so Jay could see doctors and counselors to help him through this time. The problem was none of it was helping. Jay's physical and mental health were still declining. Each day he looked a little thinner and he was a little more withdrawn. Becca's mom was getting angry with Jay's attitude, but she couldn't do much as he still did everything she asked of him. Eddie started calling Jay "Psycho", and Becca's grandmother just tsked most of the time she was around him.

Jay had been living with them for a month now. Eddie had moved out to live with some of his friends claiming the house had become too crowded. Becca's grandmother said it was about time, a twenty-four year old man shouldn't be living with his mother. Becca didn't think Eddie would be gone for long, he had moved out before and he always came back looking for a place to "crash".

Kimberly had enrolled Jay into the second grade at Becca's grade school. Apparently Jay was much the same at school as he was at home. He was obedient, did the class work and homework he was asked to do, but he only talked if you asked him a direct question. Jay's teacher was concerned about him and called in Kimberly to discuss his situation. Kimberly explained about the doctors and counselors she was taking him to and his teacher seemed to be satisfied that something was being done, even though Jay wasn't getting any better.

Jay hadn't made any friends at school. Becca didn't see much of Jay, the kindergartners were kept separate from the rest of the school, they had a separate recess and they didn't go to lunch, they only had a snack time since they only went for half a day. But they did ride the bus to school together in the morning and on the bus she would hear kids calling him names like "Spaz" and "Geekoid" and no one wanted to sit next to him. Jay didn't seem to care about any of this. Becca couldn't blame them; she didn't even sit next to him.

Things settled into a routine at home. Those first few days he was there Becca had tried to bring Jay out by asking him to play games, read with her, or do something but Jay always declined. Finally she gave up and began to ignore Jay as well as she could and Jay ignored everyone and everything else. 

One day after school Becca was in the street in front of their house skipping rope. Their house was in a cul-de-sac and cars rarely drove all the way up the street so it was pretty safe to play in. There was only their house and the Wicker house across the street, the end of the street led into the woods. Becca was bored with playing jump rope. She looked over at the front porch and saw Jay just sitting there staring out into space as usual, Becca sighed and sat on the curb. 

Then she saw it; something orange sitting in the tall grass in front of the woods. Becca went over to investigate and found it was a basketball. It must belong to the Wickers she thought. They had a basketball hoop over their garage door. Becca was just going to go over and drop the ball in their front yard, but first she decided to bounce it. She dropped the ball to the street and it bounced right back up to her. She did it again and a third time. Then she tried dribbling the ball, it got away from her a couple times but she soon got the hang of it. Then she tried dribbling the ball while she was walking and then running. Most of the time the ball got away from her when she tried to dribble and run, but she would run after it and retrieve it. She was having fun.

"Who told you you could play with our ball?" Oh no! Becca thought, it was Andy Wicker, he was the younger Wicker brother but he was still two years older than Becca.

"I found it by the woods and was just playing with it for a minute," Becca said pleading her case, "I was going to give it back." She held up the ball offering it to Andy.

Andy came over and swatted the ball out of her hands, "That doesn't give you the right to touch our property!" Andy said.

"What's going on?" It was Chris Wicker; he was a year older than Andy and twice as mean. Becca was scared.




Big Brother



"Caught the little thief playing with our stuff," Andy said.

"Did anyone say you could touch our stuff?" Chris said. Before she could answer he pushed Becca hard and she fell to the ground. Becca put her hands behind her to break her fall, she still ended up on her bottom and the rough pavement stung both her hands and bottom. It hurt and she began to cry.

"What? The little baby is gonna cry now?" Chris asked in a condescending voice. Becca looked at her hands and saw she had cuts on them and they were bleeding a little. She cried even harder. 

"Bet she is gonna run tell her mommy," Andy said.

"Her mommy ain't home, she has to work cause she ain't got no daddy," Chris said. "Their whole family is white trash, wish we could make them leave."

"I'll give you something to really cry about white trash," Chris said and then he kicked her in the leg. Becca screamed. She hated boys! All of them! They were all mean and nasty. The Wicker brothers loved to hurt her, the boys at school never wanted to play with her, even her Uncle Eddie called her names all the time. Becca had never met her daddy because he left before she was even born; how terrible was that if a daddy didn't even want his own kid? Then there was Jay, he wasn't mean but he was a freak! She hated all boys! She wished all the boys in the world would just disappear! She let out an anguished sob. She didn't know what hurt more; the pain from the fall and kick or the pain that was inside her.

All of a sudden a blur rushed by her and Chris Wicker was on the ground with Jay on top of him. Jay started pummeling Chris. "Don't you ever, ever touch her again!" Jay shouted as he beat the snot out of the older wicker brother.

"Hey! Lay off my brother! Andy shouted and grabbed Jay's shoulder. Jay spun around and punched Andy straight in the stomach. Andy doubled over.

Jay resumed beating on Chris. "Stop, please stop! STOP!!!" Chris begged as he put his hands up trying to deflect Jay's blows. "Pleasssssssssse!" Chris whined.

Jay finally relented. "If you ever touch her, if you ever speak to her, if you ever come near her again I'll hurt you so bad they'll need an ambulance to come for you," Jay said. "That goes for both of you, understand?" 

"Yes!" Chris said.

Jay looked at Andy who was still bent forward with his hands over his stomach. "Yes!" Andy said.

Jay got off of Chris and let him get up. Both Andy and Chris had tears in their eyes and Chris had blood and mucus running down his nose to his chin and making a mess on his shirt. The two Wicker brothers slowly walked home.

Becca had stopped crying the instant Jay had arrived and started hitting Chris. She was in too much awe to think about her own hurts. She couldn't believe what he had done, especially to Chris since he was a year older than Jay and a lot bigger. But what she was having the hardest time believing was that it was Jay who had come to her rescue.

Jay turned around and looked at Becca; he focused on her scraped hands. He had a strange look in his eyes, not his normal strange look, this one was somehow different. In a matter of moments his eyes began to water, Becca had never seen Jay cry before and all of a sudden tears were gushing from his eyes.

Jay collapsed to his knees. "Why?!!" He sobbed. "WHY?!!" He put his face in his hands and was crying uncontrollably. 

Becca didn't understand why Jay was crying, he hadn't taken any hits in the fight, but she instinctively went over, knelt in front of him, and put her arms around him. When Jay latched onto her in a tight hug it surprised the hell out of her, but again on instinct she started comforting him. "Shh, shh, it's okay now," she said. 

Jay rested his head on her shoulder holding onto her like she was the only thing keeping him from flying away like a kite with a snapped string. "Why?" He said again. "Why did they have to die?" Becca was thoroughly confused. Chris and Andy didn't die! 

"Why did my mommy and daddy have to die?!!" Jay lamented. Now Becca understood what this was about. "I want my mommy and daddy! Why did they have to die?!!" Jay said as his tears soaked Becca's shirt.

"I don't know" Becca whispered, she didn't know what else to say. Jay's breakdown made Becca really consider his situation for the first time. His mommy and daddy were gone; he would never see them again. Becca never knew her daddy but she thought about how she would feel if her mommy died. The thought brought tears to her eyes and she cried for Jay. She learned what it was to feel sympathy for someone else. Becca held onto Jay as tight as he was holding onto her. It seemed to Becca that her and Jay spent hours there on the ground, crying, holding, and comforting each other.

* * *

When Jay and Becca went inside the house they had to explain to their grandmother what happened. Kimberly wasn't home; she worked in the deli section of a local grocery store, she usually left for work when the kids left for school and was home by seven in the evening. Their grandmother told them both to go wash up and told Becca to poor some alcohol over the cuts on her hands.

After washing up, Becca had Jay pour the alcohol over her hands. When the clear but antiseptically pungent smelling liquid made contact with her cuts Becca screamed at the stinging sensation. Jay hugged Becca and assured her the pain would go away very fast, and it did. Becca was caught off guard by Jay's hug and that distracted her from the bite of the alcohol. Ever since his breakdown after the fight Jay seemed a different person. Gone was the vacant look in his eyes, he looked more alive than she had ever seen him to be.

After they finished in the bathroom, they heard a pounding on the front door. Their grandmother answered the door, Becca and Jay peaked around the corner to see who it was. It was Mrs. Wicker and she looked very angry!

"I want to speak to whoever is in charge of that maniac boy living here," Mrs. Wicker said.

"That would be my daughter, Kimberly, but she's at work right now," their grandmother said.

"Well, as soon as she gets home tell her to call me, that lunatic boy attacked both my kids and seriously hurt them!" Mrs. Wicker said. "I have half a mind to press charges!"

"I will make sure Kimberly contacts you as soon as she gets home!" their grandmother said.

"You better!" Mrs. Wicker said and then walked off in a huff.

"Becca, Jay, come here now," their grandmother said. The two cousins went to their grandmother. "I am very disappointed in both of you," she said.

"But Grandma, we told you what happened," Becca protested.

"From what Mrs. Wicker said Jay hurt those boys very bad. I don't need this, you know. You know how bad my arthritis is and my heart isn't that strong either. This is how you treat your poor grandmother, by making me have to deal with people like that woman? I want you both to go to your room and think about what you did. You are not allowed out until your mother comes home," their grandmother ordered.

"Yes Grandma," Becca said. Jay didn't even say anything; he just went to their room.

As soon as they got to the room Becca flopped on her bed, laid her head in her arms, and started crying. Jay came over and sat on the bed and put his hand on her back. "Come on Becca, it will be all right."

"It's just not fair!" Becca bemoaned. "We didn't do nothing wrong. You were protecting me!" 

"We'll explain that to Aunt Kim and she'll set Mrs. Wicker straight," Jay said.

"She won't believe us, they never do, we'll be punished," Becca said.

"Whatever happens, we are in this together, even if we are punished, who cares? As long as you know and I know we didn't do anything wrong," Jay said.

Becca lifted her head up and looked at her cousin. "Why did you do it? Come and save me?" she asked.

"Becca, I couldn't stand by and watch those jerks hurt you. I had to do something," Jay said.

"You're different now," Becca stated.

"I know. Today was the first day I really felt anything since...since my mommy and daddy died. When I saw you getting bullied I felt angry and afraid for you. I didn't want anything to happen to you. After the fight it was like all these feelings came shooting back into me and I...I just couldn't handle it. That's why I started crying. I'm just glad you were there," Jay said.

"Why me?" Becca asked.

"Because out of everyone here, you are the one that's treated me best," Jay answered. "If anyone had to see me break down and cry, I'm glad it was you because you have always been nice to me."

"I haven't been that nice," Becca said.

"And I haven't either," Jay replied. "You've had to put up with me and you've been nicer than most people would have been. You tried to be my friend but when you saw I just wanted to be left alone, that's what you did. I'm sorry about how I've been to you."

"That's okay," Becca said.

"I really would like to be your friend," Jay said.

Becca smiled, "Me too."

* * *

When Kimberly came home from work she was assaulted by a mother, a daughter, and a nephew all trying to talk at once. What was most surprising was Jay. He was just as animated as her mother and Becca. She had never seen him this lively and responsive.

After she got everyone to cool down she asked Becca to tell her what happened slowly. Becca related the whole story and when Kimberly saw the cuts on her daughter's hands and the bruise on her leg, she was ready to strangle those Wicker boys herself. She was also furious with her mother for punishing the children for only sticking up for themselves. Kimberly remembered how her mother treated her the same way as a child. Whenever Kimberly got involved in a confrontation it was always her fault, if not for causing the incident, then causing there to be commotion about it.

Kimberly picked up the telephone and got the Wicker's number through information. Then she called the number and a woman answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Yes is this Mrs. Wicker?" Kimberly asked.

"Yes it is," the voice replied.

"Well this is Kimberly Fresco and I understand our children got into a scrape today."

"A scrape?!!" Mrs. Wicker said indignantly. "My son Christopher has a broken nose and two black eyes! My other son's stomach hurts so bad he doesn't want to eat anything. I have half a mind to call the police and press charges!" 

"Well I'm sorry your children got hurt but they assaulted my little girl and my nephew saw this and went to protect her," Kimberly explained.

"That's not what my boys say," Mrs. Wicker said.

"Well I can have pictures taken of the huge bruise on my daughter's leg and the cuts on her hands. If you want to press charges, who do you think the police will believe? That a little waif of a girl started a fight with two boys or she was being picked on and her cousin came to the rescue?" Kimberly put forward.

"How do you know that psychotic nephew of yours isn't the one who hurt your daughter?" Mrs. Wicker asked.

"I admit, it will be my word against yours, but whose children have had a reputation for bullying other kids and whose children have never been in so much as a skirmish with anyone?" Kimberly retorted. Mrs. Wicker was silent on the other end. "I suggest we drop this whole thing, you tend to your children and I'll tend to mine and we'll make sure our kids know not to associate with one another from now on."

Mrs. Wicker remained silent for another moment then said, "Well, I suppose getting the authorities involved this time would be too much. I'll tell my kids to keep away from yours if you do the same."

"I will do that," Kimberly said.

"Fine, goodbye then," and there was a click on the phone as the call was disconnected.

Kimberly looked at Becca and Jay. "Everything is fine now. You don't have to worry about a thing."

"Yay Mommy!" Becca said.

"Thank you Aunt Kim," Jay said.

"I want to thank you Jay for looking out for Becca today," Kimberly said.

"You're welcome," Jay said as he smiled at Becca. The boy was actually smiling. That was something.

"I suppose I better get dinner started," Kimberly said and she headed into the kitchen.

* * *

Dinnertime was another shock. Kimberly and her mother stared at Jay mouths agape as he not only finished his dinner but asked for a second helping of macaroni and cheese. However, he didn't ask for a second helping of the mixed vegetables that Becca's mother had made to go along with the meal, but he finished all of his first helping.

Becca just smiled inwardly to herself because she knew that she had something to do with the reason Jay was acting...well...normal. She mostly felt warm inside thinking about that special moment they shared crying together out in the street, it was a private moment that they would keep only between the two of them, something that would connect them together for the rest of their lives.

* * *

Jay had just finished his shower and was in his pajamas sitting on his cot watching the same ritual he had seen almost every night since he had been there. Becca was sitting on her bed with her mother, Kimberly had a brush in her hand and Becca was squirming and would occasionally scream as Kimberly ran the brush through Becca's hair. "Honestly Becca, I don't know how you can get so many knots in your hair in just one day!" Kimberly said. It was something Jay heard her say often. "You've got to stop playing with your hair and chewing it," another staple of their pre lights-out conversations. 

Kimberly had a piece of gum in her mouth like she always did and Jay idly wondered if she had ever dropped any into Becca's hair. Since Becca didn't have any patches cut out of her long hair Jay assumed they had been lucky so far, unless it happened a long time ago. Kimberly ran the brush roughly through Becca's hair once again and Becca screamed. "Becca, will you stop that, it's not that bad!" 

"But it hurts!" Becca said crying.

Jay was struck by a sudden urge to help. "Do you mind if I try to get the knots out?" He asked.

Becca looked over at Jay and then to her mother and said, "Oh yes, Mommy, can he try it? Please?"

Kimberly looked at Jay with an amused grin. Jay felt a momentary shock go through him but he instantly recovered. Kimberly was silent for a moment then said, "Be my guest," and she indicated Jay could come over and relieve her of the brush.

Jay went and took Kimberly's place sitting behind Becca on her bed. Kimberly stood in the doorway with her arms folded, watching the two of them. Jay held the brush up to Becca's hair which was still damp from her bath and had a fruity clean smell from the shampoo. Her hair was also full of knots. Jay sighed and said, "Tell me if I hurt you."

"Okay," Becca said.

Jay placed the brush at the top of Becca's head then gently started to move it down. He immediately encountered a knot. Jay tried forcing the brush through, but without using much strength so as not to hurt her, that didn't work. Next Jay tried spreading the hair out where the knot was to see where the worst of the tangle was. He saw it and took the brush through it. The knot gave way. "Did that hurt?" Jay asked.

"Uh-uh," Becca said.

Jay continued brushing Becca's hair and used the same method each time he encountered a knot. It took him about ten minutes but he was finally able to smoothly run the brush through her blonde hair at any point. "That's it, no more knots," Jay proudly proclaimed. Becca gasped and turned around with a huge smile on her face. She hugged Jay tightly, which made him feel nice and warm inside.

"Well, I think you've got a new hairstylist," Kimberly said with a smile.

Becca smiled and said, "Yup."

"Thank God!" Kimberly said. "One less hassle I have to go through! Okay you guys, time for lights out! Jay, get back into your bed." Jay scooted off Becca's bed and hopped into his cot.

"Goodnight you two," Kimberly said.

"Goodnight," Becca and Jay chorused. Kimberly turned out the lamp leaving the room in the dim pink glow of the night light.

Jay was laying on his cot going over the day's events in his mind and was almost asleep when he felt a presence close to him. He opened his eyes and saw Becca standing in front of him.

"Jay?" Becca said.

"Yeah?" Jay responded.

"I'm scared," she said.

"Why?"

"Cause...my leg and hands still hurt and it makes me keep thinking about the Wickers."

"There's nothing to be scared about Becca, they won't bother you anymore," Jay said with confidence.

"But what if they do?" she asked.

"Then I'll be there," Jay said.

"Okay," she said quietly. Jay closed his eyes again but he still felt Becca beside the cot. "Jay?"

Jay opened his eyes and looked at her, "Yeah?"

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" She asked.

Jay thought about it for a moment. "You don't wet the bed do you?" He asked.

"No!" Becca said indignantly.

"All right then," Jay said and he pulled back the covers. Becca smiled broadly and climbed into the cot. She snuggled her back up against Jay's front and he put his arm around her.

"Goodnight," Becca said.

"Goodnight," Jay said.

Now Jay couldn't sleep. He kept thinking about his new family. For the last month Jay had been in limbo, nothing had felt real. Now Jay knew that this was his home from now on and he better get used to it. This home was a lot different than his other one. He remembered the amount of affection his parents always showed him; there was none of that here. His grandmother seemed mostly interested in complaining about her problems, and when she wasn't doing that she was putting people down. 

Aunt Kim was in a bad mood most of the time, but even when she wasn't it wasn't easy to get close to her. Like tonight, after the phone call to Mrs. Wicker they were all happy at how Aunt Kim had handled things. Becca looked ready to hug her mother but she held back, Jay thought for sure he was going to get a hug when she thanked him for helping Becca, but he didn't. When Aunt Kim smiled at him tonight when he asked to brush Becca's hair she looked so much like his mother that it stunned Jay for a moment. He hadn't noticed the resemblance. Jay wanted to be held so bad at that moment but he knew Aunt Kim wouldn't do it.

Jay was convinced his aunt was an all right person, especially after tonight, but there was a hardness about her and she had trouble showing affection. His grandmother was just hard. Jay knew that if he was going to survive in this new life without going insane he had to have at least one person he could be close to, one person he could show his affection for and receive affection from. He knew there was only one person that could be.

"Becca?" Jay said wondering if she was still awake.

"Hmmm?" She responded drowsily.

"Remember the first day I was here? When you asked if I was going to be your new brother?"

"Yes," Becca said sounding more awake.

"Would you want to have me as a brother?" Jay asked.

Becca was silent for a few moments, finally she said, "Yes."

"And you would want to be my sister?" Jay asked.

"Yes," she said with no hesitation this time.

"Okay, then we are brother and sister from now on! No matter what anyone else says. I'll always be there for you and look out for you like a brother should," Jay said.

"Okay," Becca said very quietly, it almost sounded like she was crying.

One other thing occurred to Jay. Since he had been living in his aunt's home he hadn't heard a particular phrase that he always heard at his home. Nobody said those words to each other here. Jay hadn't said them because he would only say them if he meant them. Until tonight he hadn't felt he had anyone to say those words to.

"Becca?" Jay said.

"Yes?" she said.

"I love you." 

Jay felt Becca's body shiver and then she softly said, "I love you too." Jay felt a warmth rush through him he hadn't felt in over a month. He gave his new sister a squeeze and they both drifted off to sleep.




Big Brother



* * *

Jay had a dream that night. He was back at his home in Columbus and he had his mom and dad back, the entire ordeal had never happened. Although something kept nagging at the back of Jay's mind that something wasn't quite right he ignored the feeling. He basked in the loving presence of his parents. 

Becca was there too and that didn't seem strange at all. In fact, it felt like she always belonged with them. She seemed happier than he ever remembered. They were all tremendously happy in the dream; everyone wore smiles brighter than the sun on a clear day. Jay was in his mother's arms and she was hugging him tight, Becca was sitting on his father's lap giggling as he tickled her. It felt so right all of them being together. 

When Becca slid off his father's knee and lightheartedly skipped away, Jay's father turned to him and said, "You've done a good thing reaching out and finding your sister. I know you will keep your word and take care of her, but she is also going to take care of you. I'm glad that neither of you are alone anymore."

"But Dad," Jay's dream self said. "Becca wasn't alone."

His father's expression became serious, "Are you sure? Sometimes a houseful of people who ignore you can make you feel more alone than being by yourself. You two need each other, don't ever doubt her love for you and don't ever let her feel alone again. You have one another now, and as long as you do, things will be okay.

As Jay thought about what his father said, he placed his incredibly warm hand on Jay's cheek. "I'm proud of you son, and I always will be," he said. Then his mother and father began to fade into a mist, their touches became like vapor.

"No! Don't go!" Jay shouted but they had all ready disappeared. "Come back! Please come back!!!"

Jay awoke and he was in his cot at his aunt's house. He realized it had all been a dream. Tears fell from his eyes as he once again felt the full force of his grief in losing his parents. He hugged Becca tightly to him and felt her sigh in contentment, he felt better.



Big Brother



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Night fell at the house and I soon found myself preparing for bed. Looking in the mirror and brushing my hair, I was excited that tomorrow was Friday, the last day of school for the week! My parents had left early this morning, going away until that following Tuesday for their anniversary. I'm surprised that I didn't skip class this morning, even with my big brother playing back-up father for the time being. Speaking of whom, he had just walked into my room. I greeted him with a sweet smile.

"Hey Brandon...what's up?" I said. When he gave me a curious smile, that's when I remembered; I was wearing a transparent lace robe with just my silky undergarments beneath them. Giving him a little show, I remained still, making no moves to cover up. This made him somewhat uncomfortable, looking down to the ground. Momentarily, I gave him a long look, loving that he was topless with some track pants on. He was about 6'5" and a very tall drink of water; I couldn't help that I was thirsty.

"I'll be dropping you off at school tomorrow. When does your class start?" he asked, looking at me again.

I leaned onto the dresser, feeling a breeze on my chest. "Ten o'clock." It seemed as though he was trying to look, but instead turned around, and that made me smile inside.

"Okay. Well, I'll see you in the morning." He said. Just when he was about to leave, I called out to him. I couldn't contain a coherent thought as I walked forward, nearly losing my mind at the sight of his half-naked body and all of those muscles as he turned back to me...

"Yes, sis?" he inquired. I gave him a tight hug, pressing my chest against his, my heart pounding, my body tingling, my nipples hard. I heard him take in a breath as he wrapped his arms around me, his hand caressing my back. Feeling his muscles tighten and hearing his breaths deepen, I looked up into his chocolate brown eyes, quickly resisting the urge to kiss his juicy lips. I almost came standing there, realizing that Brandon was not only my big brother, but he was a man. His chiseled facial features sharpened, his jaw taut and his nostrils flared.

"Thanks for taking care of me while Mom and Dad are gone. I appreciate it." I said. His eyes softened, perhaps in awe that I looked up to him and admired him so much. I really wanted to reach up and caress the rough facial hair that I had grown to adore so much, but I suppressed my needs once more.

"I'm supposed to take care and look out for you. I wouldn't be your big brother if I didn't." he said, hugging me tighter. I smiled.

"That's true. You are an amazing brother. I love you." I said, the sincerity flowing from my lips. He leaned down, kissing my forehead, nearly causing my knees to go weak.

"I love you too. Goodnight." He said, letting me go. I watched him walk off, closing my door behind him. I walked over to the bed, fell back on the pillows, and sighed.

He'd grown up so fast. Back when I was nine years old my mother had long been unable to conceive, tying her tubes after she had me, and she wanted to adopt. Skipping right through the young children, she adopted Brandon when he was eleven. At first, he was shy, but we soon began to fight like children should. I could remember fighting about sharing toys and how we would never be able to watch what either wanted to watch on TV. Sometimes we would roll around on the grass in the backyard, or even play house. Everything changed when we became teenagers.

In high school, Brandon had always dreamed of playing football, so he tried out. He got onto the Varsity team at the beginning of his junior year, becoming an athlete. He also became the talk of my classes, all the freshman girls asking me things about him. I smiled, watching him swoon the ladies with his deep toned voice and athletic body. I was not only proud, but also secretly attracted because I knew deep down that living with him would always get me that upper hand. As time went on, I finally began to develop those strong womanly features. Besides having long brown hair and gray eyes, I loved my pouty lips and button nose. I quickly developed breasts that were too big for a B cup but not big enough for a C, loving them nonetheless. I was also an athlete sprinter on the track team, giving me my awesome toned stomach, butt and long, killer legs. 

Up until the time he graduated, I would write tons of diary entries about him, wondering if he thought about me. I was glad that he wasn't going far for college, being able to stay at home and commute to campus like he'd actually wanted to do. He wouldn't be far from me, and I liked that. But it was when I became a senior in high school that I confirmed he had eyes for me.

When I turned seventeen, I would go out and lay by the pool in my bikini. He would come around a lot, despite his college demands, pretending to be saying something interesting to just get a chance to look at me. I'd caught him with tented shorts plenty of times as he ran off, trying to hide it. I secretly wondered what his cock would feel like in my hand...or even better, what it would feel like to have sex with him.

Through the course of high school I'd had a few boyfriends...our relationships inevitably unsuccessful every time. I'd even lost my virginity, but those guys were jerks. And when I'd come home crying, from an argument or a break-up, Brandon would always be there, holding me in his arms. Sometimes, he would be hard while he was holding me. I wondered if those kinds of situations began his fantasies about me...

And of course, I'd had plenty of fantasies about him too. At times, I'd wish I could go back and not have lost my virginity, so I could give it to someone as deserving as Brandon. But knowing the impossible, I dreamed on, having sex with him in almost any kind of fantasy situation. His big hands would caress all over my body, his lips searing trails down my heated skin. And since Brandon had just walked off, I'd instantly gotten horny thinking about him again!

After an hour or so of trying to fight off my dreams and get to sleep, this had failed. I was too turned on, my pussy aching and pulsing in need. My head tossed back and forth on the pillow, my hands clutched into my bed sheets as I softly moaned. I could feel a sheen layer of sweat all over my skin, my nipples stone hard. I took off my bra and panties, slipping the robe on and deciding to take a walk around the house to cool off.

Padding through the hallways with a glass of water in hand, I wasn't making much progress with cooling off. Figuring that a shower would be in order if the pulsing didn't stop, I paused when I heard noises. Hearing them going towards the bedrooms, I followed, hearing the sounds coming from Brandon's room. Those noises turned out to be moans. Hoping he wasn't hurt I approached his room, finding that the door was cracked open a bit. Peering in, what I saw would definitely not cool me down.

"Oh my god...." I whispered. I noticed that his face showed that he was asleep, but his body was not. He was naked, his erection straight up, his hips involuntarily thrusting into the air. His muscles were tight and slick with sweat, making me lick my lips. I could see a small string of pre-cum leaking from his cock to his belly, making me want to taste. Feeling that thumping intensify even more badly than it had earlier, I licked my lips again. Every deep groan was more invitation to join him, the sound shooting through my ears and straight to my pelvis. I'll be damned if I chose to walk away now. 

Setting my glass on the floor, I crept inside. Closing the door behind me, I silently thanked the heavens for his carpeted bedroom floor as I stepped over to the foot of his bed. Perched over the mattress, I savored the image. There it was, eight inches of pure, hard manhood waiting for the ultimate advantage to be taken. I took off my robe and inched onto his bed. Closer and closer I got onto the plush mattress until finally, my lips were very close to his rigid shaft. Placing my hands on either side of him and keeping my knees in close as not to disturb him, I took my chance...

I took the dive, lashing my tongue up his hot skin, tasting the pre-cum on his abs. Biting my lip to stop myself from moaning, I wanted to taste more. Not getting a response from him just yet, I let my tongue dance up his shaft. I slid my mouth down around his width. Tasting more of him, I gently whimpered in lust and continued. He must've been knocked out, moaning but not awakening to stop me yet. The strange thing was that his fingers started to weave through my hair, his hips still thrusting. I went too deep and took too much of his big cock in my mouth, choking a little. At that moment, I gasped as I felt his hands grasp me and pull me up on top of him, our bodies pressed chest to chest. He got on top of me and looked into my eyes with a bit of an angered face.

"Alix? What are you doing here?" he asked, looking at my naked body. I felt his still hard cock resting between my pussy lips, teasing my aroused clit. I made a bold move, wrapping my legs around him and giving him an innocent look.

"I was just helping you. I know you liked what I was doing...you still do." I replied, shifting against him. His eyes closed for a bit, his jaw tightening, groaning to our contact.

"Look, I think it's time for you to go back to bed." He said, trying to get up, but I grabbed his broad shoulders.

"No! I have waited too long for this. I want you right now. Either slam that big cock in my pussy or you lay down and I'll do it. Fuck me, Brandon." I demanded, rubbing his chest, the words shaking from my lips. And that is when I noticed that something in him snapped. He leaned down and kissed me, biting my bottom lip and sucking on it. With him being a little taller, I tilted my head back a little to enjoy his tongue entering my mouth. When my tongue joined his, his cock plunged inside of me, drawing out a sharp cry from my mouth. He growled, slamming harder, kissing and licking all over my neck. I was in a permanent state of elation, my fingers clamping in his back, my moans increasing in volume. I never had a dick so big fucking me, so I was enjoying myself.

"Oh yes, just like that Brandon, mmm..." I moaned as he endlessly thrust deep into my pussy. He then kneeled, pulling my legs up and holding them, continuing to make me feel good. I would always remember the sound of our skin smacking together as he fucked me so hard that I could barely contain myself. Placing my legs on his shoulder he leaned down, pushing nice and deep again. I looked into his eyes and I saw this animalistic side of him, his pupils a bit lighter.

"You like that?"

"Yes...oh yeah..." I replied and he kissed me, better than any man had ever done. I started quivering, knowing that I was going to come soon. He sensed that and moved to lie down, placing me on top of him. Settling down on him fully, I threw my head back, finding that spot and riding it out, my hips moving up and down fast. Looking down at him, it was very sexy to see him sweat and hear him groan because of me. He reached up and grabbed my breasts, playing with them and making me softly giggle. But down below was a different story.

"Brandon, I'm gonna come!" I whined and moaned. He grabbed my hips and slammed me right into the most intense orgasm I'd ever felt. I ran my fingers through my hair, hopefully not screaming too loud as I squeezed and pulsed around his huge dick. I quickly regained composure, bouncing up and down like I was riding a horse.

"Come baby, come deep inside me..." I moaned, having another orgasm shoot through me. He sighed, yelling in release, holding my hips still and pumping his hot load in my pussy. It was really fucking hot to watch and feel him come inside me, a grin across my lips as I recorded this in my mental memory. I leaned down, caressing his chest and kissed his neck. Looking into his eyes, I gave him a soft kiss before getting off of him; I felt that I should tease.

"Nighty night." I said, throwing on my robe and leaving his room. I headed back to my bedroom and slightly closed the door, lying in bed under the covers.

It didn't take long, but I felt those covers come up off of my body soon after drifting off...



Big Brother



Tommy Bannister got in trouble, it was not the first time for the eighteen year old high school drop out but Judge Madge Winters decided it will be the last. He was caught this time for speeding, the police with reasonable cause searched his car found he had a twelve pack of beer and a small amount of weed on him.

"Mister Bannister I see you are before me again, what is this the third time in a year?" She asked.

"I think so your honor." He replied knowing it was a question that he should not answer.

"What should I do with you, jail really does not have much effect on you, definitely going to have to suspend you license for a year too many points, normally I could give you six months in jail instead I'm going to give you six months probation." She said.

"Thank you your honor." He said with some relief of not going to jail.

"We will have some conditions, you need to learn maturity, you come from a broken home with no male role model. You will report to the local big brother big sister program, they will match you up with a young boy who needs a good male influence in his life. If the program calls and tells me you are not living up to these conditions then you will be off to the county jail, I think this will be a good chance for you to make sure some young boy does not end up before me the way you have. Court adjourned." She said slamming the gavel.

He stood up with his court appointed lawyer and waited for the judge to leave the court room. His lawyer patted him on the back and escorted him out.

"Is she serious, she wants me to baby sit some snot nosed kid for six months?" He asked.

"Yes she does, it's better than jail and now that you're an adult you will start getting harder sentences if you don't straighten up. Here is the card, call Mister Jenkins as soon as you can and he will match you up with a kid." His lawyer explained handing him a card.

"I bet you two had this all worked out." Tommy said taking the card.

"Would not be doing my job if I did not have it worked out." His lawyer said leaving him to go his own way.

Later that afternoon he called and made an appointment to meet with Mister Jenkins, the next day he arrived at the local office and met the man who was short, overweight and in his mid fifties. He came out and greeted Tommy and led him to his office.

"Tommy this is Miss Kathy Woodrow and her son Seth." He said. "I think you two will be a good match."

"Miss Woodrow, Seth." He said nodding politely to her and her son.

"Like you Seth has been in trouble in school and has done some shoplifting, the same patterns you have fallen into at his age." He explained. "Seth has had three other big brothers quit on him, I think you may be the one to get through to him."

Tommy noticed Miss Woodrow was staring at him with a small smile while holding her kids hand, she found her to be attractive even with her large round glasses, her breasts looked to be large maybe in the thirty eight d range and she was too skinny or too fat. Seth was a nice kid brown hair like his mother and looked to be around the age of twelve.

"Seth gets home from school around three fifteen, can you meet him at our house at three thirty, I get home from work at four, I understand you have to do this three days a week for an hour so I hope you guys will have fun." She explained.

"Yeah sure, I guess we should start tomorrow." Tommy said.

"That would be great." Kathy said standing up with her breasts giving a little bounce. "Here is our address and phone number, see you tomorrow."

He walked out with them and watched the sway of her round ass in her jeans enjoying the view, the next day he went out to the Woodrow house. It was a nice three bedroom home, the first thing he noticed when Seth invited him in were that the rooms were small. She had the kitchen, bathroom, a family room, small living room, her master bedroom was downstairs, two small bedrooms upstairs. They had a nice back yard with an old fence in need of repair.

"Hey Seth so what are we going to do for an hour, any ideas?" He asked the boy.

"We could go out and play some catch, that is what my dad used to do before he left us." He said.

"Okay, you got an extra glove?" Tommy asked.

"Yeah you can use my dad's" Seth said handing him an old worn out mitt.

The two of the thrown the ball back and forth talking about how he got in trouble, Tommy laughed because it reminded him of himself at that age. Tommy then reminded him of how he got in trouble and was stuck doing this and he should straighten up. Seth laughed and surprised him by saying "Your not going to be a dick like the other guys."

"No kid but if you keep getting into trouble then I can get in trouble, my trouble can land me in jail." Tommy said.

Tommy continued to hang with Seth after school until his mother got home from her job as a nurse, there were a few times when Seth was not there and it did not take Tommy much effort to track him down. He was always able to stop him before he made a mistake or do something wrong. Tommy also started working for his Uncle at his garage, learning how to be a mechanic and cleaning up. He was starting to find the more he hung out with young Seth the better he was doing in school and with his behavior, it also had an effect on Tommy where he too made more effort now as well.

One day Seth was hanging out at Tommy's house, he was busy cleaning the garage out looking for tools that he could use at the shop and at home. He set a couple tents in the driveway along with the rest of the old camping equipment his dad left behind when he divorced his mother.

"Wow look at all this camping stuff, do you go camping Tommy?" Seth asked excitedly.

"Not since my dad left, when I was around your age we used to go all the time, camping and fishing." He said.

"I would love to go camping someday." Seth said as his mother pulled into the driveway the car she was driving did not sound right to Tommy.

"Come on Tommy!" His mother yelled from her unrolled window. "I don't know if the car will make it home or not."

"Miss Woodrow, I think I can fix that for you." Tommy said. "It sounds like you got a clogged fuel filter."

"Are you sure? I can't afford anything expensive and your just a kid if you mess it up and my car gets worse I will be without transportation." She said shutting the engine off.

"I'm sure, give me fifteen minutes and I'll be right back with one." He said getting into his own old pick up truck that he's been fixing up for a year now.

Tommy sped over to his Uncle's shop found the part he needed, grabbed a couple of tools and his Uncle told him he would just take it out of his paycheck. Then he got back to his house, Kathy was now out of the car and Seth was still looking at the camping equipment.

Tommy asked if he could look under the dash and he hooked up the code tester and got the code he was looking for. Then he showed Kathy and matched it up to the book to prove to her he knew what he was talking about. She let him work on her car, she told him that some how she would make payments to him on the repair and the part.

"It's a fifteen dollar part and it won't take me long to do it, so don't worry about it and it will save you money in the long run." He told her.

"Hey mom I know how you can pay him, tonight is taco night, can he come for dinner?" Seth asked.

"Yes come over for dinner, I insist, I have not really had a chance to sit down and get to know you." She said.

"Well my mother does have to work late so I was just going to have ramen noodles. Okay, why don't you take my truck and I'll meet you at your house in about fifteen minutes with your car, that way I'll know the repair was successful." He explained.

She gathered up her son and his book bag and took Tommy's truck home while he finished working on the car, she got dinner started when she got there. Tommy finished the car and twenty minutes later he showed up just in time for tacos.

The tacos were your average store bought kit, with chopped lettuce, tomatoes, onions, black olives and sour cream. They all had a good time laughing and joking while eating the tacos she made, Seth wanted Tommy to help him with homework, but Tommy insisted in helping Kathy with clearing the table and dishes. She then told him she was going to take a quick shower and he went and helped Seth finish up.

Tommy had to fight from staring when Kathy came out of the shower, she had on a night shirt that looked like a overgrown football jersey that was faded pink with white numbers. Her large breasts swayed freely in the night shirt, a slight hint of nipple pushed against the fabric. Her legs were long and muscular from being on her feet a lot as a nurse. She sat and read her book, careful not to reveal what was up the night shirt while Seth and Tommy played a couple video games.

Seth finally had to go to bed, Tommy waited for her to come back down from putting him down for the night. Tommy was getting ready to leave, when Kathy asked him not to so she could talk to him for a moment.

"Um Tommy, Seth is really excited about seeing all your camping equipment and he begged me to ask you if you could take him camping sometime, also I would like to go, you know being an overprotective mother?" She asked.

"Sure I got a couple tents, when is your next weekend off?" He asked.

"I have a four day weekend for Memorial Day I took a vacation day to have a long weekend with my son, I guess we could spend it camping." She said.

"Great, I know a small campground that we can camp at and have a great time, do you need any suggestions of things to bring?" He asked.

"I got an idea of what we will need, I have camped as a girl scout as a kid." She laughed. "Well you better get home before your mother worries, thank you Tommy for fixing my car and all your help with Seth."

"No problem, he's been a good influence on me." And they both had a laugh.

She listened for Tommy's truck to pull out and she laid down on the couch to watch television yet her thoughts drifted to the handsome, muscular eighteen year old that had just left. Her hand drifted over her breast and gently rubbed her hardening nipple through the fabric of her shirt, she was proud that her large breasts only had a little sag and were some what firm still.

Her hand now drifted down to her legs which were now spread, she did not wear panties to bed tonight, it drifted through her neatly trimmed pubic hair. She ran her fingers down through the wet slit of her pussy and gently plunged a couple into her honey hole. Kathy let out a soft moan of pleasure and sexual frustration as she slowly and gently fingered her hungry pussy. It did not take too long for her to bring herself to climax and cum all over her fingers. She fell asleep in a blissful slumber on the couch with the television on that night.

Over the next two weeks the excitement was building up, Tommy and Kathy got to know each other a little bit more and there was some mild flirting going on. Seth never noticed that his mother and his big brother were becoming friends now. Friday morning came around and Tommy showed up at their house with his truck full of camping equipment, he helped load up a cooler and their knapsacks and sleeping bags.

The three of them were soon off to the campground, as Tommy promised the campground was not very crowded. He explained not many people roughed it like this anymore choosing to rent cabins and use RV's to camp now. They drove to their assigned site and the three of them unloaded the supplies, then Tommy put the tents up. Once the campsite was done they took Tommy's canoe down to the lake to try some fishing.

Kathy wore a tight tank top and a pair of jean shorts, she sat in the middle of canoe as her son and Tommy fished. She applied sunscreen to her son and to herself, Tommy declined but could not help to stare as she rubbed the lotion into her legs. About an hour into Seth hooked a small trout, it was barely big enough to keep, when Tommy explained that they could skin and clean it, then cook it tonight if he wanted, Seth wanted to throw it back.

After a couple hours on the small lake they paddled back, brought the canoe up to the campsite and Kathy made lunch after they washed up. Tommy then took Seth on a hike while Kathy stayed in the campsite, she sat in a comfortable portable chair they brought and read. A couple hours later they got back and Seth told her all about the wildlife he saw and how they found a huge patch of blackberries that they should go pick tomorrow.

They played a board game and listened to music, then Kathy cooked dinner on the small camp stove, while Tommy and Seth gathered some firewood and built a fire. After dinner they roasted marshmallows and Tommy told a ghost story. Seth and Kathy went to bed in their tent, Tommy decided to sit up for a bit with the fire as it was down to hot coals. He poked at it for about thirty minutes sitting by it when he heard the tent unzip. Kathy came out wearing a extra large flannel shirt and a tight pair of shorts that were a bit skimpy.

"Can't sleep?" He asked softly.

"Thought I would come out by the fire, could you throw one more log on?" She asked putting her arms together to show that it was cool out.

"Sure no problem." Tommy said putting a small log on. "Why don't you come over and sit by me, I will keep you warm."

"Okay." She replied.

They sat there quietly for a moment or two while Tommy poked at the coals to get the new log to catch fire. When he sat back down he thought her heard Kathy sob a little bit and he turned to see a tears going down her face.

"Hey what's wrong Kathy?" He asked softly.

"It's nothing." She sniffed.

"C'mon I think we have gotten to know each other well enough, you can tell me I won't tell Seth." He said to her trying to reassure her.

"Since my husband left, this is the best time I think Seth and I have had, I had my doubts about you when this whole big brother thing was suggested but now I see what a kind caring young man you are and how good you are for my son." She explained to him. "Seth said he feels like we are a family now."

"I thought it would be difficult at first, but after I got to know Seth I found that I really enjoy being a big brother. Also there is something else I need to say." He said turning her so she was now facing him and he reached up and wiped a tear away.

"Kathy you are so beautiful, as much as I enjoy spending time with Seth, I have gotten to where I look forward to spending time with you as well. I remember what you told me about you ex and how he would rather drink and run around, well the man is a damn fool not to be home with a beautiful wife and a great son." Tommy explained.

"Oh Tommy that is so sweet." She said.

Then she leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, a soft, wet, gentle peck, Tommy reached around her waist to pull her close to him. They put foreheads together and nuzzled for a moment, then they looked into each others eyes and she gave him a gentle peck on the lips, then another and he finally kissed her back. The two of them were kissing passionately in front of the fire, she sighed when she felt Tommy's tongue move it's way into her mouth to twist around with hers.

As their kiss continued Tommy reached up and gently unbuttoned her shirt, until it was all the way open, then he pushed her on her back and laid on top of her still kissing her passionately. For Kathy she had not been kissed this way in a very long time and for Tommy he had not felt this way about someone in his life. He gently pulled her shirt open and looked down at her large milky white breasts, her nipples standing out in the cool night air. He broke off the kiss and kissed his way down her neck and then down to her chest and took one into his mouth gently sucking and licking the nipple. Kathy arched her back and moaned with pleasure when he did this to her sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout her body.

He alternated between breasts, his hands squeezing them softly, then he went back up to kiss her again. While they started kissing again she felt his hand leave her breasts and drift down her stomach and start to push into her waistband of her shorts. 

"Oh god, no Tommy this is wrong." She said breaking off the kiss and getting up to go back into the tent.

"Kathy wait." He said but she did not stop.

Neither one of them got much sleep that night, both confused about their feelings and what had just happened. The next morning they got up and ate breakfast quietly, Tommy was up first and he had started cooking it over an open fire. They discussed what to do for the day and Tommy said it was going to be hot and suggested a water park up the road a few miles.

Tommy put his a pair of gym shorts on and a tee shirt, Seth went in and changed into his swim trunk and brought some clothes in a gym bag. His mother then went in and put her swimsuit on and then put clothes on over top. 

The three of them went to the water park, Tommy took his shirt off for the first time in front of Kathy, she was impressed with how lean and muscular he is. Then it was Tommy's turn to be impressed, here was an attractive woman in her mid thirties with one kid, she pulled down her shorts to reveal her milky white legs with just a small hint of fat on the thighs. Her but was nicely rounded in the spandex material of the bottoms, then she took off the tee shirt, it was a black one piece that had a nice sliming effect on her figure. Her breasts pushed out against the fabric and she was showing off ample amount of cleavage.

The three of them had a great time in the water park, going down the slides and various other rides, they played games, had a light lunch. When it was starting to cool off, they were going back to the campsite, Tommy suggested they buy a pizza to take back. They ate pizza and listened to music when they got back, it did not take Seth long before he fell asleep after a busy day.

Once again Tommy was building a fire again, he sat in a lawn chair looking at an automotive magazine and dozed off. About an hour after he dozed off someone come out and turned off the camping lantern and pulled up a chair next to him.

"Tommy, wake up." Kathy whispered shaking his leg.

"Hey, is everything alright?" He asked groggily.

"Yes, I just wanted to talk to you about last night." She said.

"Oh hey look, I'm really sorry I made a pass at you, if we can forget it when we get back." He said apologetically.

"That's the problem, I can't forget it, I liked the way you kissed me and how gentle you were. I did not want you or anyone else to think I took advantage of you out here in the wilderness." She said. "It's been a longtime since I let another person show interest in me like that, I'm sorry that it scared me and that I ran off rather than talk to you about it making you think you did something wrong."

"Really Kathy it's okay, I'm shocked at how I feel now too, I enjoy spending time with a kid and I find myself attracted to a woman a few years older than me." He said.

"More than a few years." She laughed. "Besides what would people say, what would your mother say."

"First off who cares what anyone would say and as for my mother she could give two craps cause I'm eighteen. Do you really care what people think or do you want to be happy? If you ask me your own happiness should be more important." He said to her getting up from his chair and fiddling with the radio.

"Your right." She whispered.

"What did you say?" He asked.

"Your right, I should be happy." She said so he could hear her.

Tommy found a soft rock station on the radio, then he went over to where she was sitting and held out his hand. She smiled up at him and took it, he pulled her up into his arms and the two of them slowed danced to the song that played. When the next song came on the two of them stopped dancing and she had her hand wrapped around his neck and they were kissing. Tommy broke off the kiss and took the small radio, then he led her to his tent. He unzipped the opening, then he went in, set the radio down, then opened up his sleeping bag.




Big Brother



While she stood there she unbuttoned the night shirt she was wearing to show that she was naked underneath. He pulled her into the tent and guided her down on the sleeping bag, he slipped the night shirt off of her shoulders, zipped the tent up. He stood over her, he pulled his shirt off, then slipped out of his gym shorts, she could see his cock in the light provided by the fire. It was the first one she had seen in a few years and she liked what she saw, it looked to be about seven inches long and about an inch and a half around.

"Tommy one more thing." She whispered. "I want this more than anything right now, but do you have protection." 

"Aw crap." He replied. "Did not think to bring any."

"Don't worry, I won't leave you like this for the night like I did last night." She got up on her knees so she was now eye level with his groin and wrapped her small hand around the shaft.

Tommy tensed up when he felt her plant wet cool kisses up and down his hard cock, then she engulfed it into her mouth. She was a little rusty she thought to herself, but she worked up a nice rhythm sucking about half of his cock into her mouth and stroking him with her hand. Her other hand with it's long finger nails gently played with his balls.

It did not take long in all the excitement for Tommy to soon be shooting his cum into her mouth, she tried to handle the explosion as best she could but started coughing when it got too much for her. Tommy handed her his canteen and she was able to wash the rest down. She started to get up and Tommy held her down, smiling down at her with his man boy grin.

"Don't worry, I won't leave you like this either." He replied and pushed her gently back onto the sleeping bag. 

Tommy laid down on top of her, he kissed her cheeks, then down to her neck, he then squeezed her large breasts, then gently flicked his tongue over her nipples. He kissed his way down her flat stomach, ran his tongue through her neatly trimmed pubic hair, he could smell how her musky scent, then he kissed all around her pussy.

Finally he pushed his tongue in between her lips and licked up her pussy and stopped short of her clit. Her juices flowed out of her as if he pulled the plug from a dam. He eagerly lapped at her pussy making her squirm and moan softly, after teasing her clit he finally attacked it, his tongue worked itself all over it making Kathy push her pelvis up to his mouth.

"Oh god Tommy oh yes, Oh I'm going to cum, oh yes don't stop." She moaned aloud grabbing him by the head. "I'm cumming, yes, yes, yes, oh god yes."

He licked gently at her pussy getting as much juice as he could, he was hard again but decided to be a gentlemen and not push the issue without a condom. Then held each other for several minutes, planted soft kisses on each other, Kathy finally got her night shirt back on and left to go back to her tent.

The next morning before Seth and Kathy were up Tommy ran to a general store down the road and got a box of condoms. He drove back and Kathy was up getting breakfast going for the three of them, then they got dressed. They fished and did some canoeing, Kathy stayed on shore and worked on her tan during the day. Tommy took Seth on a long nature hike where they saw some deer, then he took him to a local game preserve where Seth could see animals he would not normally see.

That night Tommy took the three of them to a fireworks show, Seth in all the excitement never noticed during the show that Tommy and his mother were holding hands and exchanging glances. After the show was over Seth fell asleep on the way back to the campsite. Tommy carried him into the tent and laid him down on his sleeping bag.

When he came back out Kathy was no where to be found, he saw his tent though was open and went over to it. She was there, laying on his sleeping bag, naked, waiting for him to come inside and be with her. He stripped off his clothes and took out the bag he got from the store with the condoms, he took one out and rolled it down his hard cock.

She spread her legs and he got in between them, the two of them wrapped arms and legs around each other and started kissing passionately. Hands and mouths were soon eagerly exploring skin and Tommy was finally ready to make love to her.

"Tommy wait." She whispered when his cock was at the entrance of her pussy. "Just take it slow okay, go easy on me, it's been a few years since I've had a relationship."

"I will." He said and he gently pushed his cock in a little bit at a time each time asking if she felt okay.

Tommy finally got the whole length of his penis in and could not get over how tight she was even with the lubricated condom on. He slowly and gently moved in and out of her, Kathy moaned softly each time he did. After about ten minutes of slow pace love making she had an orgasm, now Tommy could feel her wetness through his condom and he could feel her pussy was now looser. He started to move in and out of her faster now, you could hear their skin slapping with each thrust, her large breasts bounced on her chest with each one.

"Oh yes Tommy, give it to me good, oh it's been so long since I've been fucked hard." She said giving him encouragement.

With each thrust and move, the two of them were covered in sweat and the whole tent smelled of sex and lust. Tommy pushed her legs up onto his shoulders and was in her as deep as he could be, he finally filled his condom full of his cum. He collapsed on top of her waiting for it to go soft, then he pulled out and took it off throwing away. The two of them laid there kissing for about a half an hour and Tommy was ready to go again. He put another condom on and went back inside of her again, he fucked her missionary style again for about twenty minutes.

Kathy had lost count at how many times she had cum during this time, then he rolled over onto his side and rolled her over on her side. He stuck his cock in from behind and reached around her to play with her tits while he fucked her. They were making so much noise it was surprising that they did not wake Seth up with sounds of their passionate love making.

"Tommy give it to me from behind." She said making him pull out.

She got up on all fours and Tommy pushed his cock into her from behind, he held onto her waist as he pushed in and out of her pussy, his balls slapping against her. Kathy pushed back against him with each thrust trying to get him into her as deep as she could. 

"Oh god Tommy, oh god, you are oh, yes, you are such, yes, yes, a good fuck." She said in between moans of passion.

"Oh I love fucking you." He grunted.

"Yeah baby, fuck me, fuck me." She cried.

Soon Tommy was filling another condom full of cum again, the two of them were exhausted, Kathy after laying with him for a while got her clothes on and went back to her tent so Seth would not worry if he was to wake up. Tommy fell fast asleep after she left, he would not wake up until he felt something warm and wet on his penis. He opened his eyes and there was Kathy with his cock out and she was licking and sucking it to get it hard.

"One more time lover." She said.

"Oh god, what time is it, I'm so tired." He moaned.

"Four thirty, don't worry baby, I'm going to suck you for a bit and then I'm going to ride you, you should have one condom left right?" She asked.

"Yeah here." He said handing it to her.

Kathy gave him a long loving blow job, he was close to cumming several times and she sensed it and slowed down or licked his balls. Finally she heard her open the condom wrapper and she slid the condom down his cock. She still had her nightshirt on but no panties, she climbed on top and slid her pussy down on top of his cock.

"Mmmm the first thing I'm going to do is go to the doctor and get on the pill, I so want to feel you inside me without a condom on." She said as she started to move her hips up and down.

"Yeah I would like that too." He said undoing her shirt to play with her breasts.

Kathy put her hands down just above his shoulders and started moving faster, her breasts were now swinging back and forth. She started to moan louder and Tommy began to move his hips to meet her moves now. With one loud mutual grunt, the two of them finished at the same time, Tommy was not surprised when he was done that there was not much in the condom, she had milked him dry the first two times.

They laid together for a little bit, Kathy asked for him to give her a few days to talk to Seth about the change in their relationship and to see her doctor about getting on the pill. In the morning they packed up camp stopped for some breakfast and made it home.

Four days later Tommy got a call from Kathy inviting over for dinner, Seth told him on his arrival that he was cool with him dating his mom. They eventually moved in together, eventually getting married and having a daughter.



Big Brother And Little Sister



This story is about two siblings and the beginning of a huge secret between the two of them.




The older brother is called Tom and he is 19 and about 6'1 with blonde hair and a slim build unlike his younger sister Alice who is 18 and is 5'6 with brown hair also slim. Tom had just started his final year at school and wasn't looking forward to his end of year exams but he was lazy and didn't study much at home however his younger sister who didn't have to study and enjoyed going out with her mates depending on the weather.

It was one day when Tom got home early from school as he had a free period last and was allowed to go home, after his stressful day at school doing test mocks, all Tom wanted to do is relax and his favorite way to do that was to have a wank and with the house to himself he thought why not and put his school bag don't and headed up stairs to his room and stripped off his cloths and laid down on his bed and started wanking, he turn on his music so if someone did come home no one would walk in on him, although the only person who could was his sister Alice as both his parents worked late.

Unfortunately his little sister Alice got sent home for getting in to trouble, because of Tom's music he didn't hear Alice coming in to the house and start coming up the stairs to get changed out of her school uniform. After Alice had got changed in to some jogging bottoms and a t-shirt for a run up the park she decide to tell Tom that she will be gone for a while and with that Alice walked in to her brother's room to find Tom naked on the bed eyes shut wanking, Alice just stood there with her mouth open staring at her older brother's cock it must have been at least 8 inches long, before she knew it Tom had opened his eyes and had seen Alice staring right at his dick with her mouth wide open and leaned over with his spare hand and switched the music off this made Alice jump as she meet Tom's gaze and was speechless in what to say in her defense. So Tom decided to end the silence and said 'you like what you see little sister' with a big grin on his face as he knew he had her but surprise, she replied with 'oh Tom your cock is huge' Alice stood there with the shocked look still spread across her face.

Tom then said 'anyone would think you would want to suck my cock the way you're looking at it with your mouth wide open' she replied back saying' why on earth would I do that to you' Tom just said' cause since you walked in you haven't been able to take your eyes off my big cock let alone shut your mouth. This made Alice wonder how big Tom's cock actually is and if he has had it sucked before and with a tremble in her voice she asked how bigger his cock was, Tom replied with 'why would I tell you little sister' after Tom had said this Alice had work up the might to walk closer to the bed till she was standing right up against it. And said what do I have to do for you to tell me how big you are Tom? With this a huge grin had appeared on Tom's face and with a bit of laughter he replied with 'if you want to know how big my cock is you will have to suck it and make me cum because you interrupted me before I could finish bitch. 

Alice didn't know why she want to know how big Tom's cock was so badly maybe because it was the first cock she had seen and after Tom had told her to suck his big cock she fell to her knees at the side of the bed where Tom was sitting up right against the wall facing her. Alice slowly moved her head down to Tom's big dick and was now right over it and had her mouth open.

But she had second thoughts and started to move her head back but before she could move away from Tom's huge cock Tom had grabbed the back of Alice's head and had shoved his dick in to his little sister's mouth and start to fuck her mouth, making her gag continuously every time his cock when in to her throat saliva dropping out going everywhere as he pumped his cock in and out of her mouth, it didn't take long for Tom to blow his load and he felt it coming and with that he shoved his cock in to her mouth and down her throat making her gag constantly this finish Tom off as he start to cum shooting cum down his little sister's throat. 

After he had finished cumming he pulled his cock out of Alice's mouth who by now was a mess with saliva all over her face and tears coming down her plum rose cheeks just collapsed on to the end of the bed gasping for air. Tom just stood there and waited for her to catch her breath and then said' If you tell anyone about this I will beat you do you understand Alice' Alice just nodded and then Tom left the room leaving her alone.



Big Brother Comes Home



We had been married almost ten years. Everything was going great; the home we built together was finished and exactly what we both wanted, even the granny annex was furnished to perfection. My dad passed away a few years ago and mum couldn't live alone, so we added the annex to our home for her. She now had her own home and privacy, but we were only the other side of the dividing door if she needed us. Life was good. We were happy and my husband had a great job with an excellent salary. What more could one ask for?

Then it happened. He came home early from work and his face told me there was something very wrong. 

He sat at the kitchen table, took my hand and said, "I've been made redundant." 

His firm had gone into receivership. All the staff had been laid off and it felt as if our world had collapsed around us. What on earth could we do? The mortgage still had to be paid. We had some money put aside for rainy days, as many couples do, but it was pitifully small when compared to the outgoings of a home as big and costly as ours.

The mortgage was insured, but it only paid the interest. To cut a long story short we were getting further and further into debt when one of his ex workmates phoned and offered him a job. It turned out to be a very well paid position but it involved a lot of travelling abroad. He didn't want to take it, but we both knew it was the only thing he was likely to get as the market decreased. The recession was setting in.

He took the job and left for Africa the first week. He was gone for almost two months. I longed for his return, his arms around me, his loving, and his sex. We had a very active sex life and enjoyed making love as often as possible. You don't realise how important it is until it's not there.

While all this was going on in our lives, my big brother was going through a very messy divorce. His wife was never on my best friend list; she thought she was too good for our family, putting on airs and graces that she didn't really have. She, with the help of a divorce lawyer, took Bernie to the cleaners. He was broke. I felt so sorry for him. He had given her everything but finished up broke and very unhappy. Unfortunately, he still loved her and couldn't stop talking about her. He used to visit us every week, mostly to see mum, but always spent an hour or so with me and my hubby. That is, until my man went to work for this overseas company.

Bernie was getting desperate. He was living in very unsavoury accommodation and paying through the nose for what was little more than a room. On one of my husbands rare visits home we talked about Bernie, and decided he could come to live with us. It would be company for me, and it would mean a man around the house to protect us weak women, and do the little jobs that confused the mere female mind. 

I put it to him on his next visit. He was over the moon, insisting on paying us a reasonable rate for his lodgings and being so close to mum would be a big bonus for him. So within a week I had my brother living in my home. It felt strange, having to get dressed and make myself decent every time I stepped outside my bedroom. I had been in the habit of walking around indoors naked; in fact we both did when my man was at home. It saved so much time when we felt sexy - nothing to stop us from going straight for it. Perhaps that's a little crude, but you know what I mean don't you?

I had a habit of getting up in the morning and, after a quick coffee, visiting mum. I didn't have to go outside as we had a connecting door. I would make sure she was alright and then I had some breakfast, before taking a shower and getting dressed. Up to that point only a light dressing gown to cover my body - it was warm and safe so I really didn't need to dress before my shower.

Now that Bernie was living in my home I had to be much more careful. He caught me naked on several occasions before I got used to covering myself up when I had ventured out of my bedroom. But, being my brother, it didn't seem to matter too much. 

This state of affairs went on for months - me longing for my man to come home and Bernie longing for his unworthy wife who was filing for divorce. One night we were sitting watching TV; the programmes were rubbish so I turned it off.

"How about a drink before we both go to bed?" I asked Bernie.

He nodded, "Perfect!"

We both sat, drinking a glass of wine, talking about our lives in a slightly sad way. I was bemoaning the loss of my man, and of course he was missing his wife. I suppose I shouldn't have had that third glass, because it always goes to my head and makes me much more honest to the point of being careless what I say.

"What do you miss the most when Andy is away," asked Bernie.

I just blurted out, "Sex," without thinking. 

It was the wine talking. Without its effect I would never have said that to my brother if I had been sober. 

Perhaps without thinking, I added, "It's the honest truth. I miss Andy more in bed than any other time. I miss his strong arms around me and his body next to mine - not just the physical act of making love, but the whole togetherness thing."

Bernie nodded, as if fully understanding me. 

He said, "It's the same for me. It's what I miss the most as a result of the divorce. I love her still and miss her in bed at night."

I smiled and said, "We are typical brother and sister aren't we? We both miss the same thing." 

Again that was not my usual line of conversation, but Bernie drew me into his spiral of despair.

"Most of all," he continued, "I miss the actual act of sex and not so much the loving side of it." 

It surprised me, because I thought it was real love, and seemed he missed her as a sex object more than anything else. He then went into graphic detail of how they made love and how often. It appeared his marriage was as sexy as ours, both of them fucking like rabbits. I have often asked my husband if he had his long ears cut off, because I'm sure he was born a rabbit. No other animal is as randy as those little furry creatures, I know, for I have watched from my window as a buck has one doe after another, sometimes as many as ten without taking a rest; very much like my man.

I don't know how the conversation got round to me because the next thing I knew Bernie said, "I wish you weren't my sister. All those years we grew up together, I always thought you were the sexiest girl in town."

I had never even given me a clue he fancied me; he must have been terribly frustrated because we used to go skinny dipping in the river - until I grew up, that is, and became more coy and realised the big difference between girls and boys. 

Even then, we often passed on our way to and from the bathroom, both of us naked. Even in my early twenties I thought nothing of passing him on the landing on my way to have a shower, with nothing on. It seemed quite normal to parade nude indoors, even both mum and dad did the same. 

It was only after I married I became more careful of being naked in company. I think perhaps it was Andy that taught me to be more careful, as he put it. 

Bernie continued, "If you only knew how much I wanted to hold you and make love to you, as teenage siblings living at home with mum and dad."

I was aware that his words were starting to have a strange affect on me.

"I remember how your titties would stand out so proud," he went on, "and how your tummy was always so flat, and the muscles always showed just that little bit. Not like a body builder, but defined and sexy." 

I felt that sexy moisture beginning to flow as he admitted, "Your long, sexy legs were often the stuff of my wet dreams; most of my pubescent wanking."

This talk was getting to me quite a bit, so, despite the drink, I said it was time for bed and went to my room, actually locking the door behind me.

I lay in bed thinking of what he had said and hoped it was just the alcohol talking. Maybe he wouldn't remember a thing about it in the morning, but I couldn't get it out of my mind. Despite loving my brother as I grew up, I never thought of him as a man. He was just my big brother Bernie and he was always there. He taught me to ride my bicycle and later my horse. He taught me to ride that damn scooter that both mum and dad hated me riding, and then to drive a car. 

Laying there in my bed, my thoughts went back to our early days; he did take a lot of time and trouble to make me happy. I thought it was just brotherly love, but as the memories flooded back, and I analysed them in light of his revelations that evening, perhaps he was being more than my big brother. Just maybe he did fancy me as a lover, not his little sister. 

I couldn't help myself my fingers crept down my tummy, to that special place where only Andy had been, my fingers touching that little spot, the one that made me oh! so sexy - my clitty. I rolled it around for a while but needed more, so I went for, it rubbing it hard and strong until I exploded into a fantastic orgasm.

Now it had become frightening. It wasn't my husband, as it usually is, that flashed into my mind. My thoughts were of Bernie as he patiently taught me to drive his car. How he touched my knee and pressed on my leg to make me de-clutch, and the way he reached across my body to turn off the wipers that I mistakenly turned on to indicate I was turning left. It had looked just the same as the indicator stalk to me at the time, but the memory of his arm brushing against my titties was quite clear in my mind after all the years that had passed between then and now. I eventually drifted off to sleep, my immediate need being satisfied. 

Morning came all too soon. I put my long dressing gown on before unlocking the door, making quite sure I was adequately covered before I took the risk of meeting him on the landing. He was similarly dressed, not just his boxers that morning. Oh god! He did remember our conversation of the previous night, just as I did. He had reacted in a like manner, covering up the obvious attraction we had for each other, or at least the naked flesh that had fired his imagination all those years ago. 

I almost regretted not seeing him in the same light as he obviously saw me. What had I missed out on, having a hunk of a man in the house with me all those years without realising it? There had been many times when he had made good use of my charms, if only in his dreams and in privacy of his bedroom. At least he had made more use of my young nubile body more than I had of his. I looked at him, his dressing gown so long it almost touched the floor, about as long as mine. I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing. 

He smiled and said, "We both thought the better of it didn't we?" And he kissed me on the cheek, as he did most mornings.

The tension broke and we carried on as if last night's conversation hadn't taken place. I did my morning chores and made sure mum was comfortable. She didn't go out much, only into the back garden, as her hips were in a bad way. I took my shower and started to put my long ugly old dressing gown back on. But did I need to cover myself up? Bernie had seen me every day for most of my life, both scantily dressed and often naked. Why, just because he fancied me as a teenager, should it change the way I lived my life?

I dumped the dressing gown in the clothes basket and walked out, head held high, as naked as the day I was born. 

I felt sort of elated as I walked the length of the landing to my bedroom, as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Why should I pretend in my own home? As I turned into my room I heard the sharp intake of breath. Bernie was standing just outside his bedroom door - the look on his face spoke volumes. He hadn't lost any of that desire he professed to me last night. He still wanted me, just as much as he did then. All the kind thoughtful things he did for me as a kid, were they to help me as I had always thought? Or perhaps they were to get me into his bed? 

I shivered at the thought. Could he really want to make love to his sister? Wasn't that illegal or something? At the very least, it was frowned on by society, and it was something that had never even crossed my mind. Despite my obvious revulsion to the idea of brother and sister making love, my pussy did that special thing. It sort of griped tight and relaxed as it does when my man comes home after one of his long trips abroad. It sort of pulsed in time with my heartbeat.

I sat on my bed, thinking this was not good. I would have to ask Bernie to leave, or at least live next door with mum, as she had two bedrooms. I dressed as carefully as if Andy was returning home but he wasn't due for months yet. My newest undies, the thong and quarter cup bra I loved to wear for my man, all in red silk. A slinky top and fairly short skirt, as it was too hot for tights or even stockings, so I left my legs bare; then just a pair of low mules and I was ready to meet the world. But was I really ready to meet Bernie?

Walking down the stairs I wondered at my dressing in this obviously sexy outfit. Why had I tarted myself up, did I want Bernie to take it further, did I want to go to bed with my own brother? I felt a mixture of disgust and elation at the thought. After all, he was a handsome son of a bitch, one of the best looking blokes I have ever seen. Did it really matter that we were siblings? 

I didn't have time to come to a conclusion because as I walked into my kitchen he was sitting at the table eating his breakfast. I looked at him as never before, his curly hair as it flicked up at the sides. He needed a hair cut, but his face had that James Bond sort of rugged charm - just a hint of stubble on his chin giving him a slightly roguish look. Oh god! He was so bloody handsome and I hadn't noticed until now just how attractive he was, even in his old work clothes. 

He hadn't got a job at the moment and so did most of the heavy work in the garden, taking the place of my husband. But did I want him to take the place of my man in my bed as well? He stood up and brought me a cup of coffee. My eyes involuntarily took in the masculine shape of him, even noting the bulge of his cock as it pressed against his tight trousers. It made a big strong statement of his virility. 

What was I doing looking at my brother like this? I needed a cold shower, not a cup of hot coffee. He touched my shoulder as he put the cup in front of me. It was just the merest brush, but it felt like an electric shock. I flinched at that and he smiled at my reaction. 

He sat down opposite me, his face serious. "We need to talk about this, Chrissie, before we do something we both regret." 

I couldn't answer him, my mouth had gone dry. My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. I just looked at him with a wonder in my eyes. How on earth could I have missed his obvious love for me? I knew he loved me, of course, but as a sister, not a conquest. 

Neither of us spoke another word, just drinking our coffee. Then we went about our daily tasks, me tiding up for mum and Bernie getting out the tractor to cut the grass. I listened as he drove the grass cutter round and round the garden cutting the almost half an acre of grass. It was a job that I normally did, as the tractor is easy to handle, and it doesn't have indicators or wipers! 

Finishing mum's quarters, I set to work in the kitchen. But his image, sitting there so much a man, made butterflies keep attacking my tummy, sending those oh so wrong signals to my sexy bits. I could feel my nipples brushing against my blouse as I moved around. My pussy kept on doing that funny little throbbing, as if I was thinking about my husband. It was as if it were preparing me for a sexy interlude that would last all night on his return from abroad. 

Yes, we still loved to make love to each other, and with him being away for so long it was like a honeymoon every time he came back. We acted like young lovers, but with the knowledge gained from being married for several years. Both of us knew just what buttons to push to make the other ecstatically happy. We could press those buttons all night, not sleeping until we were totally exhausted and spent. Then we would wake up the next morning and do it all over again.

Andy usually came home for a month before he had to leave again. The first week was a continuous round of unadulterated sex, both of us gagging for more until we had got it out of our system. Then we settled into a more normal round of making love once or twice a day.

These thoughts kept mingling with the image of Bernie as he drove the tractor past the window every few minutes or so. I would just get my mind straight and remember my position as a wife when he would come chugging past again, making me think of him, and wondering if I would really let him make love to me. 

Bernie came in for his elevenses as usual. 

"It's certainly hot out there," he said, sweat dripping from his face. "I'm going to change into something cooler."

I made him some tea and cake for his break. Oh god! How could I have lived with this man for so long and not noticed a thing about him?

He walked into the kitchen in shorts and a muscle vest, his legs so toned and firm, his shoulders straight and strong, his biceps bulging. His shorts, however, were the thing that I couldn't drag my eyes away from. The bulge was so obvious. He had a hard-on. I could see the outline of his manhood, so clearly defined by the tight shorts; everything about him screamed sex. How could I not have seen this before? He had seen me; he hadn't missed anything about me as we grew up together but I had missed out on so much. Why hadn't I realised what an absolute hunk he was? 

He smiled at me and said, "You'd better not let Andy catch you ogling my bits like that or he will think you fancy me." 

I wanted to tell him just how I felt, but again my tongue was stuck firmly to the roof of my mouth. I mumbled something totally unintelligible and set his elevenses in front of him standing back to prevent me from grabbing him.

He sat in silence as he munched through the cake I had made only that morning, licking his lips in a most provocative way. It seemed as if everything he did today was turning me on, luring me into his web of fantasy.

I had to go out that afternoon so set out some food for his lunch and made sure mum was okay before driving into town in my car. I met my best friend for lunch and we sat in this little café.

"How are things going for you and Bernie?" she asked. "Is he managing to sort his life out?" She hadn't missed his obvious charm, adding, "You're really lucky, having such a nice sexy brother."

I knew that she'd always fancied Bernie, and was quite distraught when he married a girl from work. She never liked the girl any more than I did. We often dragged her through the mud in our conversations. Why hadn't I seen the fantastic looks and charm that my brother exuded? Mary, my best friend, had pointed them out to me often enough, she questioned me about why I was slightly 'out of it', as she put it.

I couldn't tell her I was crazy about my own brother and that I was seriously considering sleeping with him. In fact the more I thought about it, the more it seemed as if there was nothing I could do to prevent it. It felt as if it was destiny, that we were meant to be together, but I was happily married to great man who I loved to death. How could I allow myself to be thinking like this? Not only would I be unfaithful, but I would be committing an illegal act with my own brother. Incest is an ugly word that conjures up the very worst images in most peoples' minds. But I was committed to it and, despite my denial, it was going to happen. It was no longer if, just when.

Twice Mary had to bring me out of my reverie. I had gone off into that world of incestuous sex, she made me break my thoughts and continue the conversation. But every time she mentioned Bernie I went off again, into my own little world of imagination. 




Big Brother Comes Home



"You know, I'm rather concerned about you, Chrissie," she said, when she knew I wasn't taking it all in. "I'll call by this evening to make sure you are all right."

"It's not necessary," I replied, "I'm OK."

But she insisted. I think she wanted to see Bernie and try to make some advances of her own to him.

We parted but still my thoughts were not really with my best friend. I was still fantasising about my own brother; being away from him for the afternoon hadn't taken away any of the lust I felt for him. It only made it worse, something about absence making the heart grow stronger. It was more like absence making my lust grow stronger.

As I got into the car to return home I realized my thong was wet with my secretions. I was so turned on by thought of my brother I had got all wet. How would this end? In disaster probably, but there was nothing I could do about that. This was certainly out of my hands, and into my pussy. You know the comment about men thinking with their cocks, well, this was just about the same thing. I was thinking entirely with my pussy. My poor old dad used to say that boys were 'cunt struck' when they were after a girl. Was this the female equivalent? Was I 'cock struck' or was it something deeper? Had I always loved Bernie, but never given any thought to how much? Yes I missed him very much when I got married and left home, and again when he married that grabbing little witch. But I had never given a moment's thought to sleeping with him. He was just my big brother. These confusing thoughts chased each other round and round in my head as I drove home.

The house was quiet as I unloaded the groceries. Bernie was nowhere to be seen. I went through to mum's apartment. She told me he had gone out for the evening and wouldn't be coming home that night. My first thought was why? Did he know how much I wanted him? I was totally resigned to taking him to my bed that night, despite all my reservations. I knew we were going to make love, even if he didn't. He started this, not me. Why did he make me realise how he felt about me if he didn't want me?

It was a shock to find him gone and not returning until the following day. I felt bereft of his company. My mind had been made up for me on the drive home, the thoughts of all the nice little things we had done together made me realise how much he meant to me. It was more that any brother-sister relationship could bring. Subconsciously I must have known he wanted me all my life, it was just that it had taken his revelation to make me realise it. That made me realise I wanted him. It wasn't just my hubby being away for so long, or my desire for some male company. I needed sex but it had to be someone special. There was no one more suited to this role than Bernie. It was our destiny, our ultimate goal to be together, if only in private and in bed.

I had forgotten that Mary was calling to see me that evening. I was so wrapped up in my worries about why Bernie had gone out and was not coming home for the night. But she turned up in her little car; well it was really her mother's car as she couldn't afford one of her own. Her husband was in and out of work, and even when he was at work he drank so much they were still living hand to mouth.

She was so excited about meeting Bernie again and, as I suspected, that was her real reason for visiting. I told her Bernie had gone out for the evening and might stay out all night. She was almost as devastated as I was. We consoled ourselves in a bottle of wine or three. 

By eleven she was far too drunk to drive her car and I wasn't far behind her. She phoned her hubby and told him she was staying the night with me. He wasn't very happy. He expected her to wait on him hand and foot, like a slave, because she was certainly not paid in any way at all for what she did in their home. He had even resorted to violence at times. She had come to me with a black eye more than once.

I felt so sorry for her. Most of her clothes were hand-me-downs. Many of my clothes found their way into her wardrobe as we were about the same size and had similar tastes. 

She didn't have anything with her, as she hadn't intended to stop. But that didn't matter. She wouldn't need night clothes because neither of us wore anything in bed other than a little dab of my favourite perfume. The only thing she would need was a tooth brush and I had several new ones that she could have. As for undies, she could borrow or beg something of mine to go home in the following day, as long as she didn't nick my special undies .... the ones I kept for Andy's homecoming and had worn especially for my brother. 

We sat up drinking another bottle of wine, me to drown my sorrows that Bernie wouldn't be sharing my bed - even though I had decided he could and should, Mary, because Bernie wasn't here as she had hoped and wanted him to be. Also as in some small celebration that she'd freedom from her daily grind in an impoverished home. It must have been twelve midnight by the time we staggered up the stairs to bed. I hadn't thought, but our spare room was now Bernie's room and the other rooms weren't aired or even furnished. We just hadn't got around to choosing the right things for them. 

"Why not sleep in my bed?" I suggested. 

Mary agreed and, after a quick wash and brushing our teeth, we climbed into my bed, both as naked as jay birds.

There was nothing strange about that. After all we went to school together and had showered together so many times. It seemed quite natural. That was until I felt her hand touching my leg. Not just an accidental brush, this was a definite stroke. I almost shouted out, but something stopped me.

I lay there, not daring to breathe, her hand getting nearer my smooth shaven pussy. I wanted her to stop but didn't, both at the same time. Perhaps it was the constant state of arousal I had been in since Bernie made those remarks only the day before. It seemed like weeks ago now, but I had been worked up for twenty-four hours and, other than a quick wank, had no relief. Whatever the cause, I didn't try to stop her as she touched my clitty, making me cry out a little moan of delight. I wasn't gay. Why was this so nice, so exciting? 

My legs opened without the slightest instruction from my conscious mind. It just sort of happened, as her fingers delved deeper into my crack. Touching the lips of my cunt she moved so she could get a better angle and her finger sank deep inside me, bringing the sweetest feeling of pure love I have ever felt. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. Her fingers weren't demanding or urgent like a man's would have been, but soft and gentle. She was just stroking inside my cunt with her long nails; just scratching my tight tube. She bent her head to mine, kissing me full on my lips. Again I thought I would be repulsed but it was nice, not so sexy as my hubby's would have been but sweet and kind gentle and loving, her tongue opened my lips and explored the inside of my mouth, me just letting her do what ever she wanted with me.

Her spare hand felt for my large tits, stroking and oh, so gently touching my erect nipples, making me groan that contented sound again. Oh my god! I was going to cum so quickly. 

It hit me from nowhere, just sort of arrived, no warning like I usually had. I normally feel the tension building up inside me and then the release as my climax bursts. But this was so unexpected, so nice so strange. 

Mary held me there for a while then let me come down gently. She whispered in my ear, "You needed that didn't you Chrissie?"

Other than a gentle purr escaping from my throat, I could only nod my silly head in the dark room. She got the message, because she moved so her head was between my thighs and lowered her mouth to my pussy. 

Now, I love tongue sex, but had never even thought about a woman doing it to me. Again, she was so much gentler than Andy would have been. There was only the lightest of licks across my hot enlarged clitty. It was sticking out from it's little hood, begging for her attention. She licked me from my bum right up to my belly button and then down again, making me sigh in total contentment. 

This was so nice, so gentle, but so sexy. Her tongue felt softer than my usual finger, but nevertheless was very nice and oh, so good. She licked harder and concentrated on my clitty. Her mouth enclosed it completely; then she sucked on it, bringing it into her mouth. Her teeth grazed it as she sucked and played with my clit inside her mouth. 

This time my climax was as expected, more like normal. The feeling of tension built up rapidly - up my legs, my tummy tightening as she made me feel so sexy, so worked up, so wanton and naughty. I felt those sort-of cramp feelings. It started in my toes, building as it came up my legs, into my pussy, crashing into my belly like an express train, then carrying on through my body into my head, making it swim as my senses left me. 

I lay there totally spent it was as if I had been fucked long and hard. My body felt fully relaxed and totally satiated, like it does after a marathon sex romp with my hubby.

Mary lay there, having given me everything and receiving nothing in return. I was unsure of how to start, but sort of knew it would be expected of me. Yes, we had touched each other as kids, young teenagers experimenting with our new found sexuality. 

This was so different. Mary had brought me to one of the most satisfying climaxes of my life and so gently. Normally I relate the intensity of my climax to the intensity of the foreplay. In other words, if he gets really randy with me, pressing just a bit too hard on my clitty or ramming his big cock into me a little bit harder than normal, I expect and get a more intense orgasm.

But Mary had been so gentle. It blew my mind to realise she was a better lover than my hubby could ever be. The only thing missing was the actual penetration, and even that was a luxury now he worked abroad.

My mind drifted to Bernie again. Was my desire for him fuelled by my need for sex, or was it because he had told me things that I have never thought about? Things like how he fancied me and loved to see me naked. As teenagers, lying in his bed, wanking while fantasising he was fucking his little sister. Or was it just my need for sex.

I have known for some time my desire for making love is much higher than most of my contemporaries. The mums who waited at the school gates complaining bitterly about having to satisfy their old mans' needs. 

'He wanted it again last night, I just let him get his rocks off and went to sleep,' was quite a common attitude, whereas I couldn't wait for my man to come home. I was always ready for more, often instigating our lovemaking, but it wasn't hard. I only had to give him that look, or jump into bed naked and he was away. I can't help it. I just love making love.

All this time I had been daydreaming about my silly predicament and poor Mary had drifted off to sleep. How selfish was I, letting her do all that loving and not returning any? She must think I was a right bitch, but as I joined her in a deep and very restful sleep I promised myself I would learn to repay her for the wonderful things she did to me that night. 

I woke early next morning, as is my normal routine. I had a quick shower and I came back into the bedroom. Mary was still sound asleep, the covers thrown back exposing her upper body, her cute titties standing out like peaks of sexy flesh topped off with her big brown areola and finally her nipples, standing proud on top of the hill. 

It made me think of a bowl of ice-cream with chocolate sauce and cherries on top. Perhaps it was that thought, but something made me kneel gently on the bed and take one of her big juicy nipples in my mouth and suck it gently. 

Mary woke with a start, disorientated at first. Being awakened by someone sucking her tit, in a strange bed and in a strange room, must have been a little frightening. 

She soon got over her initial shock and moaned something like, "I thought you were never going to do it to me." 

My fingers stroked the other nipple, making her push her chest up for more. But I had learned a very useful lesson last night; being gentle brings fantastic results. 

Mary moaned, "Harder please. Do it to me really hard." 

Obviously she wanted more than my gentle touch. I sucked a little harder and rolled her nipple between my finger and thumb, but still she cried, 'Harder please Chrissie, make me cum." 

I sucked so hard my cheeks ached, and my fingers pressed as hard as I could on her tit. She moaned something about 'biting her nipple'. Did I hear her right?

She repeated it more clearly, "Bite me please. Bite my tit."

I grazed her nipple with my teeth, thinking how gentle she had been with me the previous night. Now she wanted me to be so rough with her. How could she be so gentle and want it so rough herself? I knew I owed her big time, and went for it, nibbling her nipple and gripping the other one as hard as I could; swapping from time to time to make sure both of them got some attention.

Mary was crying out in ecstasy as she got near to her climax. Her own hand took care of her clitty, and she wanked as I concentrated on her ample breasts. The bedcovers were now on the floor and she looked so sexy lying on my bed. Her legs were wide apart and she was panting with lust, moaning in pre-orgasmic bliss.

Suddenly, she started to thrash around on the bed. Her body became alive, her arms wrapped around my head, pulling me into her breasts as she hit her peak. She came with such force that she almost fell of the bed, but my arms were also wrapped around her, holding her like she was my lover. What else was she? We had been friends ever since that first day at school, when two little girls found someone just as scared and bewildered as each other and bonded in a lifetime friendship.

That, however, was many years ago. How come we hadn't gone that little bit further then while we were growing up, experimenting with this new idea of being young women; well, pubescent girls at least?

I held tight to her as she slowly came down and lay still in my arms. She was crying gently as I looked into her face. The tears were slowly oozing from her eyes and I was confused and worried as to what I'd done wrong. 

"I'm confused," I said at last. "Tell me what's wrong."

But she just kept quietly crying, the tears making little rivulets of salty water across her pretty face. I thought how pretty she was, and how unfortunate that she had married a lazy bully of a man, who didn't care or appreciate her finer qualities.

It made me realise just how fortunate I was, having a loving husband who was prepared to be away from me for months at a time rather than lower our standard of living. Of course, there was more to his career than just the money; he loved the cut and thrust of his responsible job, and he was so good at it. He was being head-hunted, it seemed, every week. But he was also loyal, and dependable. 

It struck me that I was considering being unfaithful to this fine example of a man, when poor Mary had none of the wonderful things I had. She had to put up with her husband's bullying ways, as well as constant poverty and she had never been unfaithful to the rat. How could I be so bloody selfish?

Why don't you have a shower and help yourself to anything you want from my wardrobe? I said, to Mary after a while." I'll get us some breakfast."

I wasn't thinking of breakfast, though, I had to phone Africa. It didn't matter about the time difference. He would be glad of my call any time of day or night. He had a satellite phone, so there was a good chance I would get through.

I dialled his number from the lounge phone. It rang a couple of times before he picked up. His voice was as always so calming and comforting, he really was my rock. No matter how much of a turmoil my life got into, he was always there with a kind word and a steadying influence.

I relaxed and spoke to him, talking about all the good things – and how the snowdrops had come up in the garden again. We reminisced about planting them together all those years ago. Then I dropped my bomb shell.

I just blurted out, "I've just spent the night with Mary and we had been very naughty."

His reply took me by surprise. "It's OK darling, you have your needs just as I have mine, but unfortunately I don't fancy any of my work mates."

Because of the dangerous situations it was an all male group that went out into strange countries. Girls weren't exactly welcome; he built big projects out in the most inaccessible places, working with the local people and just a few foreign management supervisors and engineers.

Their current job was building a dam to store water to make electricity – a hydroelectricity plant - in a country that was developing but had a long way to go. Currently, their only way in and out of the site was by helicopter. So he was isolated for most of the time he was out there. He would have been lonely and wishing he was at home with his lover, wife and girlfriend. I was all three to him. I had always tried to be adventurous and not afraid to do the unusual like a lover would. But more than this, to be coy and sweet like his girlfriend might and, of course, be his best friend like a wife must.

I wanted to tell him about Bernie but the words just wouldn't come out. He would help me put it into perspective, so long as he knew about it. We hung up, after wishing we could be together just for one night.

His parting words were a great comfort to me, he said, 'See you soon darling. Be ready for me, won't you."

The line went dead before I could answer, but he knew I would be as ready as he was to consummate our marriage again. We could forward to another honeymoon!

Mary came down in one of my old dresses, looking a little sheepish. I sat her down with a cup of coffee and made her talk.

"It was my first time with a girl, too, and I'm sorry I just got carried away," she began, hesitantly. "Can you ever forgive me for being so bold and so sexy with you last night?"

It was difficult for me to tell her that what she had done for me; made me realise just how fortunate I was and that her loving had stopped me making the biggest mistake of my life, sleeping with my brother. To sleep with any man would have been bad for my marriage. But my own brother, and the guilt it would have given me, might have destroyed the best thing that has ever happened to me, my marriage. 

"It's fine, really," I started, "and I'm glad you made me feel so happy."

She didn't know why she'd done it, it just happened. She blamed the wine and her husband but I knew it was an attraction that had blossomed at last. It had been just under the surface for a long time, waiting for just the right moment to flourish into what was one of the nicest things ever to happen to me. Short, that is, of having my man at home. I told her not to be sad. It was so good, and if she wanted to stay again she would be very welcome. How do you tell your best friend she made you climax better than your own husband had ever done?

I think I got through to her, because she cheered up and we had some breakfast. She even went to see mum with me; she always liked my mother when we were younger. She often stayed over at mine. In fact it was my mother that told her the facts of life: her parents were strictly religious and never talked about anything like that at all. I will never forget mum sitting us both down and explaining the birds and the bees to two giggling kids who thought they knew everything. She kept it so light and normal that we grew up well adjusted little girls, without the silly misconceptions about sex that most young girls seem to have.

Mary and mum sat and chatted while I tidied up and made her bed. Mum still did her own cooking and most other things, just needing help with the bigger jobs. She was fiercely independent and I had to be careful not to encroach on her life. It was good to have her so close but still living her own life. 




Big Brother Comes Home



I left Mary talking to mum and went to do some of my own housework. It felt so different that morning; I wanted to sing and dance as I did the boring dusting and cleaning. Perhaps it was talking to Andy this morning, but I knew deep down it was Mary that had made so much difference to my attitude. Her gentle loving had made me realise I could last out until Andy came home. I could, and must resist the wanton urge to jump into bed with my brother despite my aching desire to do so. 

I sang a tune from our courtship days .... just a silly pop song but it reminded me of the first time in the back of Andy's car. It was cramped and a bit uncomfortable but I don't remember it spoiling the wonder of that first awakening of my sexuality. I had been warned it would hurt but it was nothing compared to the thrill of feeling his body joined to mine. His cock embedded had been so deep inside me, claiming me as his for life. Or was I putting my claim on him? It didn't matter so long as we both felt that same special bond that must never be broken. 

Up to this week I had never even considered letting another man anywhere near my pussy. It was Andy's, exclusively, never to be plundered by another cock. Only he could have that pleasure. I vowed in church to be faithful unto death and I really meant that vow. I also insisted on the old order of service and said those momentous words; 'Love honour and obey' because I wanted to be his for ever. Obeying him came as a natural extension of loving him as dearly, as I still did.

The sound of Bernie's old car crunching the gravel made my heart flip. Could I resist the primeval urges my brother had caused in my breast? How should I break the news to him that despite my wanting him so much I just had to resist his love for me? This was much harder than the usual crush on a prospective lover; mostly it's just sex and the excitement of having someone different taking you to bed. Despite me never having been unfaithful, I had, like most women, been tempted before. But never with someone I loved just as dearly as I loved my husband, albeit in a different way. This was going to be a real test of my resolve, my love for my husband and my determination to be faithful to my marriage vows.

Bernie walked into the lounge, his face very serious.

He said, 'Chrissie I am going to move out before we do something we will both regret for the rest of our lives.'

I stood there, not knowing what to say, not wanting him to leave but knowing it was the best for both of us. I tried to speak but couldn't get the words out of my mouth. Mary burst into the room just at the right moment; she would break this spell of total confusion. She threw herself at Bernie, almost knocking him off his feet. Her arms wrapped tight around his neck, her lips planted firmly on his, her cries of delight as she made very clear her intentions.

My voice came back as I said, "For God's sake, put him down you randy little whore."

She looked at me and said, "If I don't have him, you will Chrissie, and that would be a disaster. You already have a great man in Andy. Don't for heaven's sake ruin that, you stupid girl. Leave this one to me. I can make sure he doesn't need to come onto his little sister."

Both Bernie and I were so shocked. We didn't know what to say. How on earth had she read the situation so clearly? How could she have known how close we had come to making love to each other?

She suggested that we made some lunch and then talk about our situation. She helped me prepare lunch and sat us down, much like my mother did us two girls all those years ago, about to tell us the facts of life.

Mary started the conversation. Well, started the lecture would be nearer the mark. She looked at me and then at Bernie. 

She started on him first, saying, "I know how much you have wanted to make love to your sister all of your adult life, Bernie. I was so jealous of her for having your attention and I am quite surprised it didn't happen long ago. But finding Andy made sure Chrissie didn't stray. You, however, have only had unhappiness from your marriage and I dreaded you coming to live with Chrissie, especially with Andy away so much. I just knew it would come to a head, but promise me Bernie it hasn't happened yet and you will make sure it doesn't. Come on Bernie, I want your solemn oath."

Bernie looked as shocked as me, his face pale with anxiety. He stammered out the words she insisted on. "Honestly, Mary, we haven't done anything bad but we have been tempted. That's why I went to stay with a friend last night, to make sure we didn't do something we would regret. I decided to move out today for the same reason."

Mary turned on me next. "You've been a real fool, even to consider doing it with your own brother, when you had everything you needed." She continued her lecture, saying, "How lucky you are, having the man who you loved, working abroad to keep you both in the luxury you enjoyed. How would you like to trade places with me - on the poverty line and getting beaten up every time my husband got drunk? Do you think men like Andy grew on trees? If you need some relief, because I know how much you miss him, come to me. At least it's not as bad as going with another man."

How well did this girl know me? She must have been psychic to get so near the truth, so accurate in her knowledge of my relationship with Andy.

"Now both of you," she concluded, "promise me that you will never let this terrible thing happen. Come on, I want your word as friend, and the best friends I ever had." 

She took my hand and placed it in Bernie's, making us swear not to let it happen.

We sat there, looking across the table at each other, saying the words we both knew could change our lives for ever.

"Now don't leave, Bernie," she insisted, "because that would be an admission of guilt, and you don't want to do anything that might spoil Chrissie and Andy's relationship, do you?" 

Mary looked at me and asked if she could stay indefinitely. She had decided at last to walk away from her disastrous marriage and wanted my home for shelter. 

"Besides," she said, "if I'm here, you two won't have the opportunity to sleep together will you?" 

That cheeky grin pulled at the corners of her mouth. 

The next thing she did, as soon as I agreed to her staying, was ask to use the phone. She didn't even have a mobile. She called her husband, who immediately shouted abuse at her for not being there to cook his lunch. She sounded so calm as she told him she would never cook his lunch again, or be his punch bag when he was drunk and violent. She wanted a divorce; it was over, she didn't want anything from him, just a divorce.

He shouted so loud that we could hear him across the room, threatening her with 

all kinds of abuse if she didn't get her 'skinny ass home' and get his dinner. She hung up the telephone while he was still ranting and raving. It made me think of my conversation this morning with Andy. What a difference! Oh, my god! I had agreed to her staying without asking him. I grabbed the phone, dialling his number for the second time today. Andy thought it was a great idea for Mary to move in, and told me to go buy whatever furniture we needed to furnish the spare room for her. Relieved that I hadn't done wrong, again, we set off for the shops.

Mary gave me a long lecture about my desire for my brother. She scared me a bit when she said that mum had mentioned her concerns to her only this morning. She said it was unhealthy for us two siblings to be thrown together, and something could easily happen that would be disastrous. Oh my god! Did everybody know I fancied my brother? I only found out the day before, and it seemed as if the rest of the world knew before I did. 

Mary moved in. She became a buffer between Bernie and me. In fact she started to go out with him quite a lot. 'Only as friends,' she said but the look on her face told another story completely. I was glad she had taken up with Bernie. It prevented me from doing something I might regret, or should that be would regret? I don't know, but her presence in the house stopped anything from happening.

Andy came home for a visit. Unfortunately he couldn't stop for his usual month, and he was gone again in two weeks, but promised to be home for Christmas. 

Mary and Bernie became a couple. In fact she moved into his room, another good thing for me. She certainly wouldn't welcome me in their bed, despite her frequent visits to mine. It had become a regular thing; as soon as Bernie was asleep she would tiptoe into my room and slip naked under my duvet. Her cold hands explored my flesh. Her gentle, but insistent, caresses brought me to climax after climax. I played with her a few times, but she preferred Bernie to do the loving to her. She liked making me cum but wasn't so keen on me doing it for her. Should I have complained? 

To move forward a year or two, Mary's divorce came through, Andy was back working abroad, and Mary and my brother decided to get married. I was so happy for them both, because they had both been hurt badly. Only someone who has lived that heartache can understand. She asked me to be her matron of honour. I was delighted; Bernie was a silly old fashioned man and wanted Mary to stay somewhere else the night before they married. Andy couldn't get home for the wedding, so it left just me and Bernie at home the night before he married my best friend.

We sat in the lounge and talked, like siblings do, about just anything and everything. 

He asked me, "Have you had any regrets in your life?"

I thought for a while and said, "Yes, Bernie, I wish I had known you fancied me so much all those years. It could have been so much better for both of us. You should have told me you thought I was so sexy, not kept it to yourself. "

He blushed, as only good honest men can, and said, "I tried so many times to talk to you about my feelings but I was worried you might think I was a perve, fancying my own sister. It isn't natural is it?"

I smiled and said, "I don't know, but if you had been at home that night when I returned, you would have found out, because I was going to take you to my bed. Isn't it strange, though, that Mary stopped us making that move, and now she's going to marry you."

He smiled again and said, "You are going to miss her night time visits too, aren't you Chrissie?"

My turn to blush; the heat in my cheeks was burning my skin. How did he know she came to my bed and make girly love to me so often? 

I said, "How on earth did you know? 

He smiled and said, "Do you know most of the things Andy does when you are together? "

"Yes," I answered, "but you were always asleep before she came to my room."

"No I wasn't," he replied. "I sometimes pretended, but she told me she needed to keep you from doing something foolish and she knew if you had enough fun with her you would leave me alone."

Oh god! Was I so transparent? Could they both see through me so easily? Even my mother had suspected I was getting too interested in Bernie for my own good. 

He looked at me and said, "Do you really regret that we didn't make love to each other?"

I looked him straight in the eye and answered, "Yes Bernie. I really wanted to know if it would have been as good as I thought it would be. Making love to someone you love, and have loved all of your life, I think it could have been very special."

"Yes," he murmured, "so do I."

Trying to lighten the mood, I suggested a bottle of wine to celebrate his last night of freedom. This was a mistake, because you know what alcohol does to me, don't you? By the second glass I was giggling like a silly girl. By the third I was getting very brave. The second bottle opened and I suggested we take it up to my bedroom.

"Are you absolutely sure?" he asked. 

I took his hand and led him to my room, the bottle in my hand. We sat on my bed, looking at each other. Then he kissed me. It felt like a lightening strike as it sent tremors down through my body. My heart stopped for a few beats as his lips caressed mine.

Oh god, he was so good. His lips seemed to draw my whole body into his; I have never felt anything like it. Even if I had changed my mind, I couldn't get away from his kiss. It stole my soul, reduced me to a quivering wreck, just a sexual heap of woman. Wanting him so badly, I would have, in fact I did, beg him to undress me and take me to bed. Without breaking the kiss, he stripped off my top and my skirt. Only my throng was left, as I hadn't worn a bra that day. That soon joined my other clothes on the floor.

He somehow undressed himself, again without breaking that wonderful kiss. I could feel myself getting wet between my legs, wanting him so much, so badly it was almost pathetic; the desperate need to have my own brother fuck me. We crawled under the duvet, both wrapped around each other, our legs entwined, our arms wrapped round each other's neck, our lips still fastened together in this kiss, this wonderful erotic kiss that had robbed me of any will of direction at all. As I said earlier, I was just putty in his hands, so pliable, so malleable, so willing and so wet. I have also told you how much I love my husband and it's true, but he has never made me feel so totally consumed by just a kiss. Andy is good but this was out of this world.

I promised myself I was not going to fuck my brother. Mary had not only saved me from making such a fool of myself, she had fallen in love with him. Now it was ten times worse. I was not only betraying my hubby I was also cheating on my best friend. If both Mary and Andy had been standing by the door to my bedroom, watching, I would still have gone through with this. It was something I needed to know. Had his infatuation for me all these years been worth it? Could my own brother be a better lover than my fantastic husband? Was this illegal coupling as good as my overactive imagination imagined?

All these and other silly thoughts were running through my mind as I felt his hands on my titties, stroking and making my nipples rise to meet his gentle fingers. They were straining at the very mass of my double Ds to get more attention from him. I felt so sexy, more sexy that I have ever known. Even my wedding night wasn't as exciting as this. 

But I had made love with Andy for years before we married, so that's not so surprising is it? I felt so intoxicated by Bernie's gently but insistent kiss. He hadn't stopped for a second, his lips fastened to mine, his breathing almost as ragged as mine. This was pure passion, nothing like normal lovemaking. It was almost animal, but so gentle as well. He stroked and fondled my body. 

Coming up for air at last, he moaned as he whispered in my ear, "You have no idea how long I've wanted to touch these wonderful titties. It's been the stuff of all my wet dreams and my wanking hour. Every time I have ever had a climax you have been in my mind. Yes, even when I'm with another woman it's you I am thinking of, it's your body I'm fondling, your pussy I'm plundering." 

He groaned as I touched his rampant cock. It was so hard and so hot it felt like a fire brand. His reaction to my touch was to let his fingers travel down my tummy to my mons, his fingers finding the vee and slipping between the lips of my very wet pussy. He found my clitty so easily, as if he had done it hundreds of times. It all felt so natural, so good, so nice.

Bernie pushed the duvet back, exposing my nakedness to his eyes. The light was still on, so he could see every little defect in my well worn body; the cellulite which seemed to appear almost overnight, my tummy muscles slackening, all those other changes. You ladies reading this will know what I mean.

I felt old and exposed but hot as hell. I was worried that he might find my body repulsive so close up. Yes, he had seen me naked, on the landing and in the bathroom once or twice but never this close, and certainly never this personal, His fingers and his eyes told a very different story. He looked like a kid on Christmas morning, opening that special present he had asked Father Christmas for and got. 

He murmured something about my beautiful body and calmed my fears. He didn't notice the little defects that worried me every morning as I looked in the mirror. His hands and eyes were on my naked pussy, so smooth, as Andy loves it.

Bernie was stroking it, making cooing noises as if he was admiring the Mona Lisa, not his own sister. He touched my clitty again and made me jump and moan as he rolled it gently under the pad of his finger. Oh god, it wouldn't take much to bring me off; I was so hot so turned on. 

He moved down the bed, his head disappearing between my thighs as he lapped at my cunt, sending all the right signals to my brain. I couldn't reach him, only his shoulders as he drove me wild with his tongue. My hands gripped the bed head. It's one of those old iron ones, much preferred by my husband because of the convenient bars and cross-members, so good to use as restraints when tying me to the bed, one of his specialties. 

My knuckles were white from the grip as I rode the first climax of the night. It was out of this world as he drove me higher and higher, making me feel quite faint with the passion and pure lust of his tonguing. He was so good at this it, it almost blew my mind. I gasped for him to stop, I couldn't take much more of this - he had made me cum non-stop for ages. It seemed like hours, but was several long minutes at least.

He looked up at me smiling and said, "That was great. What would you like next?" 

I dragged him up the bed to me, leaning down to where his cock stood so strong and beautiful, opening my mouth. I let my head drop until his cock was all the way in my throat, making me gag a little. I was determined to repay his compliment and make him feel as good as he had made me feel. 

His hair was softer than Andy's but still tickled my nose as I gobbled him as deep as I could. My tongue and lips massed his cock as strongly as possible, his groans of pleasure making me sure I was on the right track. This is always the way to a man's heart. No man can ever be angry with his wife or girl friend when she's sucking his cock. It's guaranteed to mend any broken fences or promises.

His hands, on the back of my head pressing slightly, made me sure this was the right thing to do. It was imperative that this night was perfect; as it had to be the only time we ever did this. Both of us knew it was a one-off and wanted it to be absolutely perfect. His fingers were entwined in my hair, holding me captive on his erect cock. He made those cute little noises you men make when you are getting close. His fingers and his hands told me he wanted me to take his spunk down my throat, and that was fine. I love the taste of cum almost as much as men like giving it to me, although my knowledge had been limited to just one man before this night. 

He groaned and tensed as he lifted his bum right off the bed, crying out as he filled my mouth with hot sticky cum. It tasted good and I just love the feeling of pure satisfaction of making a man come with my mouth. He held me there for a while, making sure I had taken every last drop of his precious cum. He needn't have worried. I wouldn't let a single drop escape my mouth. I wanted this as much, if not more than Bernie did.

At last he let go of my hair. I smiled up at him with a look of total incredulity. On his face he looked so happy, so contented. I almost wished he was staying with me for ever, but he was marrying my best friend in the morning and we still had much to do. 

This had to be good, as it was the one and only time we would ever allow our lust to get the better of us. He pulled me up to his lips, kissing me again with that passion only his kisses had given me. My whole body seemed to melt into his, making us one quivering mass of sexual pleasure. We kissed and fondled each other for ages before we got down to the main act. He needed time to recover from the blow job I had just given him. After all he wasn't a teenager, but the telltale lump pressing against my thigh told me he was hard again and ready to go.




Big Brother Comes to Visit



Dammit, this week is going to suck! My brother, who I haven't seen in 8 years, called to say he's coming east for a week and needs a place to stay. 

The real problem is, it's going to fuck up my social life. I sleep over at my boyfriend's sometimes, but I suppose I'll have to pretend to be a good girl and stay home with Billy. Oh well, its only six days. There's a car pulling in the drive, I'll bet that's him. 

"Wow, hi Billy, I'm so happy you came! It's been a long time!" Wow is right; this is not the Billy I remember. He looks like he's gained about 40 pounds, and its all muscle. I remember when he was in high school there were always girls hanging around so he must have been sorta hunky, but he's five years older than I am and I was just a kid then. He's 31 now and I'm not sure I'd have recognized him on the street. 

He stops in the doorway and stares. "Hey Jennie, is that really you? I remember a skinny little kid. You look great!" And I can see he's staring right at my 36B's. Good, because it give me a chance to stare too, because he IS a hunk! Mmmmmmmmm, I almost wish he wasn't my brother. 

He steps through the door and wraps his arms around me, giving me a big hug. Ahhhhhhhh, that feels good! He doesn't even know his own strength 'cuz he's really crushing me to him! Then he hands me a bottle of wine and says, "I stopped and picked this up, I have no idea if you even drink it, but I figured since I'm kinda intruding, it might be a nice peace offering."

"No intrusion at all," I lie, "it's great to see you again. I'll put this in the fridge and maybe you can help me drink it later. But I was going to ask if you've eaten, because if not, there's a nice little Italian restaurant down the street and I've been wanting to get back there."

His face lights up. "That sounds great, sis! I haven't eaten since before I got on the plane in LA." We head out to the restaurant and have a nice meal. He orders a bottle of wine there, similar to what he brought. But it's a nice wine and he picks up the tab, so that makes it even better. We split the bottle and drink the whole thing, so by the time we get home my cheeks have a nice flush to them, and I feel a bit warm. I don't want to admit that being so close to my hunky brother might be part of the reason. But the truth is, he's been gone so long it's more like being out on a date with a real nice guy. Hard to remember he's family.

And when we walk in, I forget for a moment. He says, "Thanks for the great idea sis!" and bends his head to give me a kiss, and I know he was gonna kiss me on the cheek, but I turn my head and meet lips with lips. I can feel he's surprised, but he doesn't pull back and our arms quickly slide lightly around each other. It just seems natural. It's a little hard breaking apart, and we just look at each other. I dunno what's going through his mind, but my feelings aren't very sisterly. In fact I might be a little bit damp. 

It's after nine, but there's a TV show he wants to watch before bed, so I turn the set on and ask if he'd like some of his wine with me. With the tiny buzz I already have it sounds great to me and I guess it does to him too, 'cuz he says, "Sure." The wine is cold and I pour a couple of large glasses and settle down by him. 

He takes his glass and says, "Thanks, Jennie," and leans over to give me a little kiss again. But this time, what he has in mind is lips, from the start. I don't have any problem with that at all, the last time was so nice, and our lips meet and grind just bit before parting. But I'm gasping again, and wondering, was that his tongue I felt touch my lips? 

I sit next to him to watch his show, and take a few sips of my wine and set the glass on the table. When I sit back, somehow my hand rests lightly on his thigh, and my leg is pressing against his. When He looks at me, I smile and give him a little squeeze. He just smiles, but then I feel his arm slide behind my shoulders, and his hand urges me a little closer to him. The TV show is a loser anyway, and I just kind of rest my head against his shoulder. It feels really nice when that hand starts stroking up and down my arm. He and I both polish off our wine, and I take the glasses to the kitchen. And I figure what the hell, and empty the bottle into them. 

When I get back, I notice his face is a little red, and judging from the burning sensation, I'll bet mine is too. But I do know I feel good. And oh my god, he looks good! When I sit back down I pull my legs up on the couch and lean against him, smiling, I stroke my finger over his hair and down the side of his face. "Billy, it really is nice to have you here," I say smiling sweetly. 

He turns a little to me and we sit there smiling at each other as we sip our wine. I think he's forgotten the TV now, too. About half way done, he sets his glass on the table, and I follow suit. When I settle back down he reaches out and slides his arms around me and pulls me to him, hugging me to his chest. Ohhhhhhhhhhh god! I know it's not right, but damn, it feels good. 

But it feels even better about two seconds later when I feel his lips on mine again. And there's no doubt this time, that's his tongue. And it's in my mouth. And that's my hand sliding up and down his thigh as I flatten my breasts against his chest. When I moan into his mouth, his arms get even tighter, not that I was trying to get away. And when I slide my hand up his leg I'm surprised when I touch something I wasn't expecting. A bulge in his pants. I let my hand slide up over it and move back and forth a couple of times. Yup, I was right, that's his cock.

It's his turn to moan, and he presses against my hand and shudders. My hand gives him a friendly little squeeze and he moans again, grinding his lips and his body against mine. I guess he wants to return the favor, because I feel his hand slip between us and over my breast. And in a friendly way, he squeezes too. And I'm in heaven. My hard nipple is right in the center of his palm, and as his hand moves, it drags right over my little pink bud. That makes me shudder, and I pull back from his chest a little to give him easier access. In no time, that wonderful hand is kneading and squeezing me. 

All this time, he's sorta' growling deep and moaning in his throat, and my little high pitched cries and groans are muffled in his mouth. So far, no clothing has been removed or displaced, so it's all good, right? We're just getting re-acquainted in a family sort of way. But I'm feeling sorry for him. That bulge in his pants is really large and hard now and the pants over it are really tight. So I figure I should relieve the pressure for him a little, and I unzip his fly. When he feels that he suddenly lifts his head a little, breaking the kiss, and says, "Jen I... I don't think we should... "

I kind of interrupt him, by lifting my hand to his head and pulling his lips back down to mine. After all, I'm kind of wishing someone would do something for me too. My panties are so wet I'm in danger of soaking through my shorts, and taking them off would just make sense. 

But when my fingers slip through his open fly and my fingertips slide over the bulge in his briefs, He suddenly pulls his body and hands back away from me and he sits straight up with an expression on his face like he just saw a ghost. Or God. "Jennie! We... We can't... my god, it's not right! Even if it feels so good. You... you're my... sister!" And I deflate like a balloon when he jumps up from the couch. "I'm so sorry, sis I should have never... oh damn, it's my fault! Baby, I'm going to take a shower, a cold one I guess, and go to bed. Thanks for having me here, I'll see you in the morning."

DAMMIT! I'm not sure about what but DAMMIT! Of course I know he's right. Don't I? Oh well, it doesn't matter now. I scurry for my room and close the door, not wanting to be anywhere near when he goes into the bathroom. And I lie down and stare straight up. My head is spinning a little and I'm not sure if it's from Billy or the wine. 

But then I realize, I need to pee. And I know that's from the wine. Oh well, he's in there now, and the shower's running, wasting all that cold water. I'll just wait him out. I strip down to my undies, change my soaked panties and find a matching bra, and lie down again. 

But the shower goes on and on. And damn, I REALLY need to pee! Finally I give up and go rap on the door. "Billy, stay put for a minute! I need to pee and brush my teeth!" It's really no big deal, we did it all the time when I was a kid. I get no answer, but he had to have heard me, right? 

So I open the door and march in. Hmmmm, there's steam coming over the doors, so I guess it's not a cold shower. Good thing the fan's running or the room would be fogged up. I drop my panties and sit on the pot to pee. Just about done, when the water stops. And the door opens. A little. And a hand reaches out and gropes for a towel and disappears. Whew, I really feel a little vulnerable here. 

I finish up and move to the sink to brush my teeth. I'm wondering if I should have worn these bikini panties. Nothing much covering me south of my pussy but a couple of strings. But hey, they match the bra. My teeth are almost brushed when oops, there's that door opening again. And now I can see it in the mirror, and he's standing in it, staring at my ass, and I hear him suck in his breath! Oh my god! If I wasn't already red from the wine, I'd be blushing now. He's about three feet behind me, butt naked, and I'm leaning over the sink! I hear him murmur under his breath, "Oh shit!"

I straighten up and freeze. Oh my god, in the mirror he's twice my size. It's up to him to move, because I can't. I see one arm move slowly, and suddenly I give a breathless squeak. I KNOW those are fingers... trailing... across... my... ass! Why can't I breathe? How can they feel so fucking GOOD? I see him move closer, and now there are hands on both my hips, and they are sliding slowly up my sides. Oh goddddddd. I hear a low moan, and it's coming from me. I'm shuddering, and about to melt. In fact, it feels like I might be melting already. I wonder if he can smell me yet. 

And when his hands brush the hair from my neck and replace it with his face and lips, there's no more doubt. I just can't help it, I arch back against him, and my moan fills the room. His hands are sliding over my breasts, protected only by my satiny bra, and suddenly I feel something stroking over my ass again. It can't be his hands, his fingers are already exploring for my nipples. Oh my god yessssssss, it's his cock, and its sliding up the crack of my ass as he slowly moves against me. Oh damn, that feels so good! And my eyes open wide when I realize, it feels so BIG! 

His lips are still against my skin, when he gasps, almost in pain, "Oh god, Jennie, what are we gonna do?"

Your move, stud. I'm beyond worrying about details like being his sister. He's the hottest guy that has ever gotten his hands on me, and I want him, NOW! His hands are punishing my breasts, he's kneading so hard, and even through the filmy bra his fingertips are setting my nips on fire! Mother fucker that feels good! I'm breathing hard, panting, gasping, and he might as well keep going, because if he stops now I'm disowning him anyway. 

If he needs an answer, I give him one. I reach behind me, and very deliberately undo my bra. In the loudest whisper I can manage, I gasp, "Billy, touch me, dammit!" The bra falls in the sink, and ahhhhhhhh, his hands feel soooooooo good on my soft flesh. He's more gentle now, squeezing and pulling and rubbing, and I arch my back, pressing myself into those big wonderful hands. It's gonna happen, and he knows it now too. Now we can get down to really enjoying it. And as his lips move across my neck and shoulders leaving a trail of red marks, he tells me, with a powerful low moan that turns into a growl.

It's so hot, seeing him behind me and watching his hands exploring me, owning me! But I begin yearning to see him face to face, and feel our bodies pressed together. But I suddenly notice in the mirror, I have a clown face! My lips are coated with white toothpaste foam. Damn! But in the next moment it doesn't matter. He spins me around, pulls me against him, and his lips lock onto mine, moving and grinding. Problem solved. I hope he likes the minty freshness, but I hope he likes my taste even more.

Now his cock is pressed between us, against my stomach, and oh yessssssss, its Big! It matches the rest of him. Just realizing his size gives me an extra little tingle. Because I know now I'm gonna find out what that that tool can do! And damn, he's hard! No way he's gonna try to pretend he doesn't want this now. He's mine! And oh yeahhhh! I'm his!

I give myself to the feeling of his lips on mine and his tongue searching my mouth as our bodies grind together. His arms are around me and getting tighter every second. Breathing is an issue, but what a way to go. If I pass out I'll bet he gives me mouth to mouth. Or mouth to something. 

His cock is grinding against my pussy, and I have practically a river running down my legs. I wish he'd take the damn panties off. Hmmm, a mind reader. His hands slide down over my ass, then his fingers slip into the band and there they go! But he bends down and pulls them all the way down and off my feet. OHGODTHATSSOHOT! He stands and looks me right in the eyes as he raises the sopping panties to his face and presses them against it. When he moans as he inhales my scent, I moan too. When he lets them slip into his mouth and sucks my juices out of them I whimper and almost drool in sympathy. I want some too!

Now what? He takes a step towards me again and his hands are on my ass! Oh yeah! And I squeal when, in the next second, I'm airborne as he lifts me off the floor, and my legs lock around his waist and my arms grab around his neck. As we grind our lips against each other, my legs are wide open now, and I grind my dripping pussy against him. We stay locked together as he turns and exits the bathroom, and he's wearing me like a vest as he heads right for my room. I bet he's guessed my bed is the big one. When we get there, he doesn't even slow down and dives on the bed with me still attached and under him. It almost knocks the breath out of me. That's ok stud, I love it rough! Wanna' spank me?

Ok, maybe later. We lie there, bodies grinding together for a minute, and then he pushes himself down between my already-spread legs. He must have liked the sample from the panties, because he buries his face in me! HOLY MOTHERFUCKING JESUS CHRIST HES GOOD! I moan non-stop and my hips are in overdrive as I'm absolutely certain I'm gonna be eaten alive. His tongue rams into my cunt, and he laps the creamy juices out of me almost as fast as I'm making them! 

He's moaning too, and I begin to wonder if I'll have enough to satisfy him. But then he tries plan B and his tongue slides up my overflowing slit, right over my clit. AHHhhhhhhhh YESSSSSSSSssssssss, Billy, YES! My big bro eats pussy better than I thought was possible! My hips are straining, pushing into his face and he's got me crying and screaming and writhing on the bed, and my hands are in his hair, pulling it and holding him down at the same time. I don't know if those sounds he's making are growls or snarls or moans or what, but they're all music to me. I can't believe he loves my cunt as much as I love what he's doing to it. 

His lips lock lightly over my clit, and he sucks as his tongue goes back and forth over the swollen bud. I hope he know what these high pitched little cries I'm making mean, because he's about to find out. I have handfuls of his hair, my head is back, eyes clamped shut. Its coming, I can feel it. My whole body is shaking and I have no control of anything. OHHhhhhhhh fucKKKK. My hips lift so hard his head goes with them and.... Oh yeah, uhhhh, there it issssssss. My scream doesn't scare him a bit, and his hands go under my ass, supporting me and letting him bury his face even deeper in me. My cunt is trying to clamp down on his tongue, and he's straining to see how deep he can get it. 

OHHHHHHHHHH! Oh my god! I'm cumming so hard my cream is gushing all over his face! For the first time since he's been down there, he looks up at me. God, he's so handsome with my cum glistening all over him! I know I have an expression of total shock on my face, but I don't want him to think anything's wrong, so I force it to change to a smile. I'm still scared he might have second thoughts, though I can't imagine how, I'm having trouble thinking at all. But when he keeps his eyes focused on mine and start licking long strokes up and down my pussy, I know he's beyond it too. My hands belatedly let go of the bunches of hair, and I stroke softly over his head, smoothing. 

I've finally caught my breath, although I'm still breathing deeply, breasts heaving slowly up and down. I don't want him to think we're near through, so I pull my hands from him and catch both my nipples in my fingertips, just pulling up lightly on them. It feels soooooooo damn good, but what I really want is for him to be doing it. Or something. I guess he gets the message, because he breaks his inertia and pulls himself right up over me. Ohhhhhh god, his weight crushing me into the mattress feels sooooooo good! He takes my head lightly in his big hands and locks his cum-covered lips onto mine. Ahhhhhh, maybe this is heaven. He's so covered with my juices I can smell me on him. He lifts his head and smiles at me from six inches away, and as I smile back I take my finger and scoop up the little glob that's left on his chin and lick it off. The message: no prude here big guy, you got me, now do anything you want with me. Anything!

He kisses me again, then slides back a little, kissing down my chest. YESSSsssssss! I watch as my nipple disappears between those big soft lips. MMMMMMMMmmmmmmmm. When I moan and arch my back he's gotta know just how good that feels, but for emphasis, I put a hand on the back of his head and press him against me. Take it deep Billy, all you want. AHHaaaaaaaa perfect! His tongue makes little circles around my nip, then grinds down on the tip, flicking it back and forth. I can't control the sounds I'm making in response; grunts, gasps, cries, moans, every touch makes me feel something different. 

I'm becoming more and more aware of that big hard cock that's trapped between us and pressing against my pussy. I want it in me so damn bad! But still, I'm curious. How big is it really, and how hard? And what would he really like right now. Shit, he's a man; I know the answer to that! His mouth has moved to my other breast, and he's got me panting so hard my chest is heaving under his lips. I don't want him to stop, but I'd like him to move a little, so I gently push his shoulder and maneuver him off to my side. Ahhhhhhhhh, that's better! My hand has a grip on him in an instant, and I can gauge the girth of that club. I have to really strain to make my fingertips touch. Mmmmmmm, that's gonna feel good! 

I stroke up and down and oh my god, he's long! Even more so than thick. I love to suck cock, especially with a guy who's really into it. And I've spent a lot of time practicing, perfecting my technique. But I'm beginning to wonder if I'm up to this challenge. As soon as I started stroking his hips started moving, and now he's almost fucking my hand! 

Curiosity gets the better of me; after all, I am a woman. I extricate my tit from his mouth with a moan, 'cuz it felt so damn good, and put my hand on his shoulder, pushing him over till he's on his back. I don't let any space come between us and lean over, returning the kisses he'd been giving me, but my fist never leaves that cock. As we kiss and I grind my chest against his, my hand moves slowly up and down, pulling it up over his stomach, so I can reach better, and his hips are moving in time with my strokes. 




Big Brother Comes to Visit



I lift my head and give his face a few little kisses, then start moving slowly down beside him, kissing a wet little trail down his chest as I go. He moans quietly, but as I stop to suck on one of his man nips for a moment he gasps in surprise. I continue down and as my lips pass over his tummy I feel him shudder. Neither of us have said much, but now he gasps out, "Oh Jen, Godddddd!" Thanks big bro, glad to know you're enjoying this too. 

When I get down far enough, I finally take a second to contemplate this prize I have in my hand. I moan out loud as I realize the tip is covered with pre-cum, and it's already dripping on him! I have to bite my lip to keep from lapping it up right then, but I want to check out this package. Oh man, what a gorgeous dick! It's thick and straight and way over eight inches. I've never seen or touched anything like this before. His balls are large, and quite tight and round, and I'm hoping that means they're full to the brim. I can't help but gasp out, "Ohhhh, Billy," in admiration. 

His hand goes to my hair and strokes it, gently. I know he's encouraging me, and it doesn't take much. My hand is still clutching him, and I move it aside a bit and lean over and lap up that little pool of pre-cum. Mmmmm, he's yummy! I look up at him and stare right in his eyes as I pull his cock back over towards me and slowly lower my head to it. He jumps when my tongue flicks out and nabs the big drop of pre-cum on the tip. I savor it a moment, then gently kiss the tip, opening my lips slowly as they slide over it, then squeezing tight around the base of that big head. 

I still have my eyes on his as my tongue swirls softly around, getting it nice and warm and wet. I'm pleased to find that my lips don't feel stretched, he fits! I lift my head for a moment; my mouth is very wet with saliva and I lick up the bottom of his shaft, then the sides and the top, my hand still holding him. I know He's going to need to be wet for my lips to slide very far. I slip him between my lips again, and close my eyes as I slowly push them down over him, feeling his hips lift and listening to him moan. He's smooth and wet and feels soooooo good on my lips. I use my tongue to swirl and tease, getting him sopping wet, then pull slowly back for a moment. 

My hand is still holding the base of his shaft, and when he pops out against the suction I contemplate my handiwork for a moment. Mmmmmmmm. I suddenly realize he's lying there moaning, almost like he's in pain, and his hips are spasming, pushing against my hand. I engulf him again, and now my mouth is so wet my spit runs down his shaft in front of my lips and I keep going, sliding him all the way to the back of my mouth. When I tighten my lips around him I press my tongue against his shaft and realize how full my mouth is! God, what a log! But it's making me salivate more and more, and when I slowly slide my lips up and down him he's so slippery, and it feels wonderful!

He's totally lost now, eyes closed, head back and holding handfuls of sheet. His hips are rolling in time with my long slow up and down strokes, and his moans are punctuated with hoarse little gasps. I try to take him into my throat a little, but just when I think he might actually fit, I start to violently cough and gag. I resist yanking him out of my mouth, and try to look cool as I regain my composure, not that he's looking back. That's going to take some work!

I figure this is no time for lessons, and I start bobbing up and down faster and rougher, migh lips as tight as I can get them, and making loud sucking and slurping sounds as I work over that massive shaft. He ate me like a pro, and I want to return the favor, let him know little sister is no slouch either. As a little incentive for me I reach down and slide two fingers into my sloppy wet cunt, and start fucking myself. I'm so wet my fingers are making loud squishing sounds and I know even he can hear that. I just hope it excites him as much as it does me. 

His hips start pumping harder, and his hands are in my hair now, and every time I go down on him he gives a little extra push. I respond by going even faster and squeezing my lips tighter, and begin to wonder where we go from here. I decide that if he doesn't stop me I wont either, and just the thought of him filling my mouth with his cum causes me to start ramming my fingers into my cunt with hard deep thrusts. He's breathing hard, gasping for breath, and I'm doing all the work!

I feel him start to shudder, and his legs start pulling up and down on the bed. He's giving sharp little moans, and I know it's now or never. Suddenly, both his hands slam me down on him, and Oh my god, forces him all the way right into my throat! I'm gagging and contracting around him but it doesn't matter. There is no way I can force myself up again. It's a hell of a way to find out I can deep throat him, but at least now I know. I feel him start to spurt down my throat, and his hands let up the pressure, allowing me to pull back a little. Even so, between his cock and his cum my mouth is completely filled, and I can feel it dribbling out the corners of my lips. He's still bucking and grunting, enjoying himself, and I tell myself, get to love this taste, because you're going to get a lot of it!

I was right on the edge, but with that explosion there was no way I was thinking about me. Oh well, he owes me one, and I'll collect. When he finally calms down I slowly slide off of him, using my lips as a squeegee and holding all that cum in my mouth. His eyes are wide, and he's giving me a look that says, "Holy shit, what just happened?"

I give him a big smile, mouth open, and push the cum up to my lips with my tongue, so he can see it. When a little dribbles down onto my chin I catch it with a finger and push it back in. I make a production of swallowing, and when I open my mouth again, with a smile, my tongue is clean. I feel him shudder again, and he gives a big sigh, of satisfaction, I think, and his head falls back onto the bed. 

I crawl up next to him, and lay my head on his shoulder, putting my arm across him. I'm expecting another bout of remorse, but he's beyond that now, too. He locks me in his arms again and simply says, "God Jennie, you're amazing!" Well, yes I am! I smirk secretly to myself. Good enough to get you, big bro. But I'm still waiting to find out what you're gonna do with me, 'cuz I'm sure as hell not through with you yet! My pussy is still tingling, and we have to resolve that situation pretty soon now. 

I lift my head and he meets my lips with his, arms tightening around me as the kiss deepens. His hands start sliding up and down my back, and I gasp into his mouth when they run down over my ass. Mmmmmmm, god! He grips my cheeks in his hands, and rolls towards me as he pulls me against him. His cock is still soft, but I can feel it, and that's a start. Our bodies grind together and our hips start moving in unison. Wow, he's recovering even faster than I thought!

Damn, Billy, you're my kind of stud! I feel one of his hands slip between us and find my breast. He wastes no time, letting my nipple slip between his open fingers, and every time he kneads my tit he squeezes that little pink tip. Ahhhhhh, go baby! I can feel my pussy heating up again already, but even better, I'm sure that cock feels a little larger and harder now. And He's really rolling his hips, grinding it right against me. And of course, I answer every thrust with a little emphasis. 

His cock is getting slippery, and I know that's coming from me, and I'm sure he does too. And it's a lot bigger! And harder! Oh goddddd! I stretch, then arch, grinding my breast into his hand. He responds by catching the nipple he's been teasing in his fingertips, and squeezing, hard! I moan into his mouth as he pulls and twists, and my pussy is grinding on that hard shaft it's pinned against. Time to ratchet up the ante.

I reach between us and grasp him, my fingers squeezing tight. And as I loosen up just enough to stroke him slowly, he pulls back from my lips and moans, and I can feel his body shudder. He sees me and raises, by leaning forward and inhaling the nipple his fingers have been torturing, his lips sucking it in and his tongue grinding against it. Take all you want baby, I think as I arch and push myself into his mouth. My hand starts to move faster up and down the full length of his shaft, which by now is extremely full. 

When I roll back a little to give his mouth better access, He slides one leg over the top of mine. I spread my legs, inviting him in. If he's ready, so am I! He puts his hands on my shoulders, and, never lifting his mouth from my tit, slides himself between my legs. His cock is pressing down on my pussy, and as his hips roll, it's sliding up and down, right over my slit. He's gasping and breathing deep, and I moan as I lift my pussy up against him, telling him all he needs to know. His mouth lifts from my now soaking wet breast and He slips his arms around me and squeezes hard as his lips clamp over mine again. MMMmmmmmm big guy, I feel that way too. Now let's do it! 

He pushes up slowly from me, our eyes locked on each other and his fingertips trailing down my body, leaving fiery trails. NO bullshit Billy, just do it! He takes one of my legs in his big hand and lifts it straight up, till my calf is resting on his shoulder. His eyes never blink. I can't take my eyes from his, but I think his cock is in his hand, and he's stroking. Mmmuuuuuummuuuumm yes! The tip is sliding slowly down my slit, and I'm gasping for breath but don't seem to be getting any, and my chest is heaving. 

Oh my god, he's really doing it! I raise my hand to my mouth and bite down on my thumb, moaning against it, as I feel him gently slip the tip in my hole. OOOhoohoohoohoo, god it feels good! He leans forward against my leg, and ohhhhhhhh shit! That massive cock is slidinggggggggg in meeeeeeeee. I close my eyes and put my head back, still biting my hand, and its stretching meeeeeee. But I realize, it doesn't hurt, and slowly, ahhhhhhhhhhh... it's going deeperrrrrrrrrr! I haven't taken a breath since he started, but when he stops and pulls back a little, I gasp again and look up at him. I'll be damned, his expression says he's worried about me. Somehow, some way, I'm still his little sister!

But the next moment, he pushes again, harder and faster, and he doesn't stop! I squeal and my head slams back onto the pillow. My hands are little balls at my sides. His body is butted up against mine, his pubic hair covering my clean shaved pussy. And I know... I am completely full! But Ohmyfuckinggoddamm it feels soooooooo great! I look up at him and sort of whimper, "Oh Billy, my god you feel so good! No one has EVER been in me like that before!" I'm betting he knows that, but somehow it's important that he does. 

He looks back with a strange expression and gasps out, "Oh damn baby, you're so tight!" And I suddenly realize, he's fighting hard not to cum right now. I relax and fall back against the bed, and to my surprise and probably his, that relieves a little of the pressure, and he sighs, "Oh yeah." 

I had been clenching my pussy tight, expecting the worst, without even realizing it. Now it feels really, really good! And the next moment, when he starts to slide very slowly in and out it feels even better! He rocks gently against me, using my leg as a pivot, and soon he's going faster and a little harder, in a more natural rhythm. I push up on my elbows because I just have to look, and I see that beautiful cock, glistening with my wetness, sliding in and out of me. I gasp at the sight, and my hips start to move in time with him. 

When he lets my leg go I put it to the side, spreading wide, and bend both knees. Now I can really push as my hips roll, and we are fucking each other! He moves faster and harder and I match his pace and, oh god, I'm in heaven. I can't help moaning and sighing with every stroke, listening to him gasp and the rhythm of our bodies slapping together. 

He fucks me for a minute or two at a fairly steady pace and suddenly I begin to realize a few things. First, if he keeps it up and goes just a little faster, I'm going to cum. Soon! But in a flash of insight I also know that THIS is the cock I've been imagining all my life! THIS is the cock that has been fucking me all night, when I suddenly wake up and my panties and half the bed sheet are soaked! And, if he doesn't keep going, I will die. Right here, right now. 

I look up at him and it's a genuine whimper this time, "Don't stop... Oh Billy, PLEASE don't stop!" And I notice the glint from the sheen of sweat that's forming on his face as he nods and gives me a little smile. 

He's breathing deeply, but he's in control, which is more than I can say. I begin rolling my hips harder, trying to get him to pick up the pace. There are two balls of bed sheet in my hands and my body is bouncing on the bed with every slap of his body on mine. He gets the message and leans forward a little, grasping my hips in his big hands. He starts thrusting faster, then harder, and the bed and I are rocking back and forth with every stroke. 

I feel something warm hit my belly, and I look up to see sweat dripping from his face. One of my hands lets go of the sheet, and my fingertips find a hard, pointy nipple as I begin tiny, breathless cries. My fingers squeeze lightly, then pull. I close my eyes, put my head back and arch my body. And it's enough! My hips suddenly buck hard against him, and I raise my ass in the air, even against his grip. He slams his cock into me and we grind together as my orgasm rolls through me. I vaguely know I'm pounding my fists against the bed, my head is rolling from side to side and I have cum running down my thighs. And as it subsides a little, I feel Billy start again, fucking me with a slow steady pace, his cock still rock hard. 

I push up on one hand and reach up with the other, running my fingers down his chest. "Oh Billy! Oh baby, that was so fucking good!"

He looks down at me and we just smile at each other. Then his hips slow to a stop and he lowers himself to me and wraps those big heavy arms around me. His cock is still buried in me, solid steel, and I'm trembling as his lips and mine merge with a kiss that quickly becomes deeper and deeper. Things between us will never be the same again, but they have never been this good before. 

Our lips finally part and his grip loosens. He whispers in my ear, "Baby, get on you knees, ok?"

A shiver shoots through my body. Oh god, he's gonna take me doggie style, and I'm gonna get to feel how deep that cock can really go. He slides back and I roll over and push up, then find a pillow for my head. He kneels behind me and runs his hands over me, caressing my ass, massaging my back, and slipping below to grasp and fondle my breasts. That makes me moan and gasp with pleasure, and I rock back a little, bumping him, telling him it's time. My pussy is so sopping wet he doesn't have to worry, and he guides that bad boy into me with one hand, the other holding my hip. I moan again when I feel that fat tip enter me and I push back. His other hand is quickly on my hip and I can hear him suck in his breath as he slowly pushes into me. 

Oh damn! It feels so big and it feels so good and I just can't stop groaning and moaning with every inch he slides into me. He's almost there, but my pussy is clamping down on him and he stops and pulls back a little. I know the pressure was a little too intense for him. His hands slide up and down my sides a couple of times, then back to my hips and he pushes again. It's easier now and suddenly he's pressing against my ass! I feel like he pushed a football in there, I'm so stuffed, and yet if he had more I'd take it gladly! My cunt is clenching and unclenching around him, and neither of us move, but both of us moan together. He leans forward a little and whispers for me, "Oh Jen, FUCK you feel so damn good!" All I can do is give him a moan of total pleasure as a reply. 

He goes in and out with a couple of long slow strokes, but my cunt opens right up for him, wanting more and more, and soon he's slapping hard against my ass, aided by my grunts and backward thrusts with every stroke. I raise my head from the pillow a little and look back at him with a smile on my face, although my eyes close with every impact of our bodies. "Oh Billy, that cock is amazing! Fuck me big bro, show me what you can do!"

I like how he pays attention, because he's suddenly ramming me twice as hard and fast! I squeal once or twice, but then get down to business, crouching low and ramming back on that monster cock. Impalement never felt so good! I can hear him gasping and panting now, and I can feel little droplets on my back I know are from him. I'm starting to sweat too, and I can feel my cream running down my leg, he's got me so wet! I've been moaning and sighing with every thrust, and when I hear him start to join me I know he's not far away. "Oh damn, fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me!" Is all I can think to say but it works as I feel his fingers dig into me and his hips sound like a jackhammer against my ass. 

The animal growl he lets out goes right through me, and now I know there is no room left for that cock to fill as he rams it into me. I'm butting my head into the pillow, eyes clamped shut, and my hands are pulling at the sheet that's locked in my fingers. Little screams become big screams, getting higher and higher, and when he ploughs into me one final time and snarls I screech like a steam engine as an amazing orgasm hits me like an axe. I vaguely know he's pumping me full of his spurting cum as he bucks against my ass, but I'm too preoccupied with my shuddering, gushing cunt to appreciate it. All I know is there's a hot flood running down my legs. 

I cross my arms in front of me and rest my forehead against them, panting, hoping I'll catch up to my breath. My whole body is still heaving, and I think he must be enjoying my cunt clamping and releasing his cock as much as I do, because he hasn't moved. But He sure is noisy, his breathing coming in ragged gasps, sounding like he just finished a 400 yard dash. My back is soaking wet, but I don't know if it's his sweat or mine. 

Finally, I feel his softness slip out of me, and on the way down to the bed he grabs me and takes me with him. 

We end up with legs and arms all tangled and wrapped around each other, and even our heads are side by side, resting on shoulders. Neither one of us twitches a muscle for at least five minutes, and when he finally moves, it's to give me the longest, loveliest kiss I've ever felt. Not a sound from either of us, but that embrace says a whole lot. 

He finally rolls back, and I snuggle onto his chest, my only interest in life is staying in physical contact with him right now. He has one arm around me, his hand in the small of my back. I think I'm purring. 

But he kind of breaks the spell when he whispers, "Baby, I hate this, but I told you I was coming east for a week of meetings. And the one tomorrow morning is the most important. Now, maybe for both of us. I really need to get a little sleep, although it's the last thing I want to do right now."

"Its ok, Billy, we have all week, and I don't want to wear you out!" I giggle. 

He gives me a little squeeze and stretches a little. Then lifts his head for a short little kiss, and lies still. Soon his breathing becomes slower and deeper. But he's left me with a couple of things to think about. No more sis. Now its Jennie and even baby! I love that! I smile as I think of how he said it. Sis is gone. She won't be coming back. But the other thing. "Maybe for both of us." I have no idea what it means, but how can I sleep on that? But I can, because the wine and excitement, not to mention the workout, have worn me out. And soon, my breathing matches his, warming his shoulder. 




Big Brother Comes to Visit



When I wake neither of us has moved. It's still early, but that wine has one last effect on me, and I have to move. When I get to the bathroom and look in that mirror again, I see a mess. I hide my wet, toothpaste-covered bra, then stare at the makeup all over my face in strange places. And I can feel little spots all over me that just aren't normal. Mainly, I realize, what he put in me has been draining all night. I can't go back without a shower. I start the water and close the door quietly as I slip into the comfortable wet warmth. My body comes back to life, more sensitive now, and it seems every time I touch myself I recall his touches. Especially when I rub my breasts. I don't want to stop. And when I clean up between my legs, it's even better! 

But when I lean down to bathe my legs, it gets darker. And when I look up there is a shadow on the door. Until he opens it. Oh god, I can't believe the reaction that slams through my body, just seeing him! And when he steps into the pouring water and takes me in his arms, pulling me against him, I almost melt and go down the drain along with all the other little puddles. 

He leans back a little and ohhhhh, that smile. It lights me up! Can you tell I'm infatuated? "Well, I was gonna need a shower, so I figured we might as well share," he chuckles. Oh yeah, baby! 

And then, THE KISS! By the time its over he's hard as a rock, his cock pressing against my stomach, and I'm squirming in his arms, only the water keeping me from going up in smoke. He turns me around and pulls me back against him, and, of course, cups my breasts in his hands. He's softly stroking with his fingers, and playing gently with my nipples, which are already aching hard. He doesn't have to move, because my hips are rolling and my ass is going up and down on that hard cock. When one of those hands slides over my pussy and he kisses and bites the back of my neck my legs are shaking so hard he's the only thing holding me up.

He nips my earlobe and whispers, "Let's not waste this!" NO, no, no, no, let's not do that!

He grabs a towel and we sort of dry off, and he helps me out of the shower. I can't let go of his hand and when he's out too, I cling to him. No problem, he picks me up again like a doll, and walks to the bedroom, kissing me as he goes. This time, he lays me out gently on the bed and stares down at me. I follow his eyes as they go from my toes to my face. 

His cock was hard when he started and it's harder now. And I can't resist. I slowly reach out and grasp, pulling him to the edge of the bed as I get on my hands and knees. As my mouth slides over his head he brushes his hands over my damp hair. And ohhhhhhhhhhh, that moan! As my lips slide farther and farther I can feel his hands tighten, even though he's not pushing. Don't worry honey, I won't get away. I tilt my head so I can smile up at him as my lips move back and forth over his shaft, and he looks almost mesmerized, watching his cock almost disappear inside me. I'm not trying to take him all the way, maybe that will come, but it's not important right now. I just know it feels good! And the way he's shuddering and moaning, it's very good for him too. 

He starts to pant, and a shiver goes through him. He holds my head and won't let me move, then pushes me back and my lips slide off of him. He drops to his knees by the bed and grasps my head again, locks his lips on mine and rams his tongue into my mouth. My body is already tingling, I'd been fingering myself as I sucked on that cock, and I'm soaking wet, starting back when he came into the shower. There's only one thing I need or want now and the only question is, how's he going to give it to me. 

He surprises me a little bit when he climbs on the bed behind me and pulls me back against him, his hands molesting my breasts. But he presses against my ass and bends his legs, forcing me to bend too, almost like a sitting position on my side. But I understand when he puts a hand inside the thigh of my top leg and pulls it up and back, until it's draped over his hip. Suddenly, I'm spread wide open, and he doesn't waste time, grasping himself and shoving his tip into me. Oh fuck that's good! I moan and roll my hips down, hurrying him into me. I know how he feels now, and I want nothing less than to have him buried in me! He pumps his hips, and each thrust pushes him a little deeper. Once again I have the feeling of being filled up, but now I yearn for it! 

One final thrust and he bottoms out, his body pressed against the mouth of my cunt. I stretch and roll my hips in answer, taking the last bit of him, and he moans and shudders behind me. I feel his teeth as he bites down on my shoulder, and I am so aroused I push back into his mouth. If he wants he can eat me alive. His hands are both still holding my breasts, and as he starts to roll his hips his palms knead in time, my hard nips trapped and moving under them. 

I can feel my face flushed, burning with pure passion, and I start rocking, meeting his thrusts and urging him on. He starts thrusting harder and slapping against the mouth of my wet cunt. I can feel his balls swinging against my ass with every thrust. I turn my head and, straining, we share a kiss and I moan into his mouth. Our bodies are already wet, both of us working hard, thrusting, grinding, wanting, needing. He grasps my nipples in his fingers and pulls, forcing me to throw my head back and arch to his hands. The moan I let loose is almost a wail, and I hope he knows its pure pleasure. 

He's ramming himself into me now, and I am making hard staccato thrusts with my hips, my cunt devouring his cock. His breath is coming in hard deep breaths, and his exhalations almost burn the back of my neck. I can't resist leaning forward and watching that beautiful dick sliding in and out of me, and I can't imagine where it's all going!

I reach down and start rubbing my clit, swollen and free of its hood. It's so sensitive I jump when I first touch it, but I rub and stroke and shudder as I feel my climax starting deep inside me. I manage to squeak out, "Ohhhhhh, fuck me baby, damn, I'm so close, make me cum!"

And I begin a series of telltale cries that say it won't be much longer. He begins pounding me as hard as he can in this position, and the whole bed is shaking under us. I hear a snarl from deep in his throat and his hands clamp down on my breasts, using them as handles as he tries to go even harder. 

When he rams it half way to my throat it's all over. My hoarse squeal fills the room as my hips slam against him and my cunt clamps down on him. I'm shaking as I feel wave after wave of my orgasm slam through me. He gives a deep moan, almost of surrender, and his hips buck as he pumps spurt after spurt of cum into me. My hips continue to rock rhythmically, as if in reply. I hear someone moaning, "Ohhhhhhh baby, ohhhhhhh baby, ohhhhhhh baby," and I realize it's me. His hands, which have been crushing my breasts, slowly release them, and I feel him rub them lightly, afraid he's hurt me, I think. Don't worry baby, any time you want. If I have bruises you can kiss and make it better. 

His arms slide around me, pulling our bodies tighter together, and he kisses my neck. I need more than that and roll to face him. It's my turn to wrap my arms tight and I flatten my body against him, wanting to touch every inch I can. Our lips lock and we slowly rock back and forth. I'm not sure what just happened, but oh damn it was SO good!

Finally we relax, the waves of passion and my climax calmed, and we lie on our backs next to each other as his fingers run lightly up and down my arm. Almost on cue we turn to look at each other. He has a big smile on his face, and he says, "Jennie, no regrets?"

"None," I reply, knowing the smile on my face at least matches his. 

And I can't help myself as I think, "Its over. What's done is done, and if... when... we do it a thousand times more it won't make any difference. The world didn't stop, I don't hear sirens, and ohhhhhhhhh! I've never felt anything so good in my life!" There is a little ache deep inside that wonders what's next, what's coming? But it's way too soon to worry about it. Right now, I just want this.

It's 6 AM and I need to get ready for work. He doesn't have to be where he's going till almost 10, so I gather my stuff, set the alarm for him and get ready to leave. But he pulls me down for one more long kiss and says, "I hope I'll be done by around 4:30. Promise you'll be home when I get here?"

"I promise," I reply, thinking I never meant anything more. "But if you find out you will be back sooner, call me at work and give me half an hour. I have an understanding boss." I scribble my number on a notepad and leave it on top of his pants. Then I can't resist going back for one more kiss, but I know he needs some rest so I force myself to break free and walk away, only looking back once, when I close the door.

I get to work at 8, and become the most useless employee that ever walked in the door. It's a good thing that Laura, my boss, likes me, but I've bailed her ass out a time or two, and we get along great. I spend the morning thinking about... what else?... Billy, and his beautiful body and his wonderful cock and all the things he did to me and all the things I want to do to him. I giggle and go over and over the episode in the bathroom when he came out of the shower. I know he knew I was there... he just wanted me. But no more than I wanted him! Oh my god, when I saw him in the mirror!

By 10 I'm so wet I don't know if I should take my panties off or not, and by 11, I do. I just have to make a few trips to the ladies room to tidy up. A tampon maybe? I go to lunch with the girls from the office, thinking they will take my mind off of him, but all they want to do is ask me what the fuck is up. When I won't say anything they know damn well it's a man. And the office wise ass guesses it's not my boy friend. Oh yeah, that's right, what am I going to do about him? Have to see how the week plays out I guess, but somehow I don't see him in my future. 

We get back and about 1:30 the phone rings. It's him! "Hi baby," and he makes a kissing sound. "4:30 sounds about right, but I just wanted to hear your voice for a minute." Dammit! I should have used the tampon! His voice is making me drip! He gets done with the chit chat and says, "By the way, I have some really interesting news, and I hope you will think it's good news. We'll have to talk a while maybe." I'm thinking, baby, I'll talk all you want, but today I'd prefer doing it on my back. But that sounds mysterious and I can't imagine. And I can't wait! I leave a little early and I can smell myself, so I take a shower and dress casually. Really casually. T-shirt and shorts is all you get stud, screw the bra and panties.

At 4:40 his car pulls in. I just happen to be looking out at the time, so I meet him at the door. Ohhhhhhhhhh, the kiss he lays on me! I should have worn the panties, because these shorts are gonna be soaked. He straightens up for a minute, rips off his tie and takes off his jacket, but I get to see him in his suit for the first time. Damn, what a handsome dude he is! He gives me another kiss, but says, "Jennie, I really do have some news, and I need to know what you think. And he goes to the couch and sits down, expecting me to sit next to him. But instead, I straddle his legs on my knees and start unbuttoning his shirt. "JEN! Dammit I need to tell you something!" I giggle and keep going, so he launches in.

"The reason I'm here this week is 'cuz the company is opening a branch here. My first boss in California is going to be running it. This morning they interviewed me for the job as his assistant. Oh shit, Jennie, stop!" I have his shirt unbuttoned and pulled loose and I'm trying to push it off his shoulders. He won't let me do that yet, so I pull his T-shirt up and start running my hands all over his chest. But he's resolute.

"When I got to the meeting I realized I knew everybody there and had worked with or for most of them. I told them this is my home town, which some of them didn't know, and that I have a sister here that I'm staying with, which none of them knew. That meant I was comfortable with the area. Instead of interviewing me they just started telling me what the operation here is going to be like. Ahhhhhhhh fuck! Jennie don't!" I've slipped off of him and pulled my T-shirt off, and now I'm undoing his belt and pants. I giggle as I yank them open so I can rub my hand over his cock, which, of course, is already rock hard, through his underwear. I've gotten the shirt off of him, and now I pull his Tee off too, and he's bare-chested. Ummmmmmmm, I lick my lips. Then I lick his nipples. He's gasping, totally flustered, but determined to finish.

"After about an hour, they asked me to go have a coffee in the lounge, but I hadn't even finished it when the secretary called me back in. the bottom line is... I got the job. Jennie, I'm moving back here!"

Oh my god! Until this moment I haven't put 2 and 2 together, I've been so busy playing. It hits me like a ton of bricks. My face turns red, because I can feel the flush. I jump on him and crush myself against him, and I'm so happy I don't even think about my bare breasts and hard nips against his chest. I just lock my lips on his and ignore the tears running down my cheeks. He starts to get up with me attached, but has to take a minute to get rid of his shoes and undone pants, with me doing most of the work. Then he scoops me up in his arms again and heads for the bedroom. Damn, I'm never going to get to walk anywhere! 

As we go I'm giggling and crying and kissing all at the same time and he's squeezing my ass, but he says with a big smile, Jennie, I'm going to need a place to stay, got a room I can use for a while?" 

"I sure do! I reply. "Mine!"



Big Brother Has Little Package Ch. 1



It all started one night when my parents where out of town, and Christin was sleeping over. We where sitting in the living room watching a porno tape we had taken from my brothers room.

The past year, we turned 18 and Christin has been obsessed with the male organ. Whenever Christin came over she always wanted to watch one of my brothers porno's. I don't know what made her hotter seeing the big dicks on the screen, or thinking about my brother beating off to the same movie she was watching. Christin has been in love with my big brother ever since we where little kids, but most of the time the asshole acted like he didn't even no she existed. I would always tell her, Fuck him, there are plenty of dicks out there. Still Christin was determined to save herself for my brother. I on the other hand was one of the biggest sluts in our school.

"Stop the tape I think I hear your brother coming in."

You would have to have been deaf not to hear him. Whenever our parents where out of town he would go out drinking with his friends, and come home all fucked up, and then stager up to his room.

"Lets go say hi to your brother, he's so funny when he drunk."

My brother was funny when he was drunk, but it was also the only time he would let us hang out with him, and paid any attention to Christin. So I said...

"OK"

When we got to his room his door cracked open. I knocked and asked if we could come in. No answer.

"Knock harder"

I did, still no answer. I pushed his door open, it was pitch black. I flipped on the lite and there was my bother passed out on his bed still fully clothed. I called his name really loud, he just groaned, and turned his head to the side. He was out cold. I looked at Christin and said.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"I don't know what are you thinking."

"Well, I've seen my brother when he like this before, a bomb could go off, and still wouldn't wake up."

"Ya so..."

"So hears your chance not only to see a dick up and close, but to see the dick of the guy who has got you wet since you where twelve."

She was totally shocked

"But that's your brother."

"So a dicks a dick and besides I've always wanted to know what my big brother was packing."

A big smile came across her face, and she said...

"OK, what do we do?"

"Get on top of him and un do his pants."

In a flash she was on top of him and had his zipper down.

"Well you know what to do now"

She grabbed a hold of his pants and pulled them down. Both our chins hit the floor as she exposed his tiny little shriveled dick.

"Oh my god it's so small. Is it sick or something?"

I started laughing. I laughed at the fact I never realized the only dicks Christin had seen, where in the porno's we watched together, and all those guys had hardons. She had never seen one in this state. A sad state it was, it was the smallest dick I had ever seen, and in my few years I have seen a lot.

"Why are you laughing, I think it's really sick."

"It's not sick, silly it just sleeping ... and very small."

"Well, what do we do to wake it up and get it big?"

I started to giggle, I knew that little thing wasn't getting much bigger. It wasn't even big enough to grab hold of. So I pinched the little stem of his tiny mushroom head, and swung it around in a small circle ... and I mean a small circle. In just seconds it was rock hard, and still the smallest dick I ever saw. I had never even seen a guy without an erection with such a small dick. I started to giggle again as I let go of his tiny dick to let us both have a good look.

"How long do you have to play with it until it gets as big as the ones in the movies?"

Still giggling I said...

"That's as big as it's going to get sweetie"

"But it's so small."

I lost it, and started to laugh hysterically. I felt bad as I looked at Christin's sad face still staring at my brother tiny prick. I realized how bad she must have felt knowing that the guy she had been dreaming of for over six years, was hung like a hamster. Me I couldn't have been happier, Knowing my asshole big brother, who usually made my life a living hell had a minuscule dick. Now I knew his little secret. It made me wet knowing the power I now had over my big brother. Christin then looked at me and said...

"You've seen a lot of guys dicks, where any of them this small?"

"Guys I sucked off in fifth grade had bigger dicks."

Her face got even sadder as she looked at my brothers face, and then again at his tiny dick. 

"Don't be sad Christin, I Know plenty of guys at school with big dicks who I'm sure wouldn't mind showing you theirs."

"I'm not sad, just a little disappointed. I still love your brother, even if his dick is small. The more I look at it, the more I think it's kind of cute."

She then reached out and grabbed it. Her small hand completely covered his hard tiny dick. I wouldn't even Had been able to tell she was holding something, if I didn't see his tiny head sticking out the top of her hand. Christin may not have know much about male genitalia, But after all the porno's we watched together she did Know what to do to a hard one when she got a hold of it. She started slowly jerking off his little cock. After only five strokes he shot his load strait up in the air. It landed all over Christin's hand. Again my big brother surprised me with another first. I had been with a few minute men before, but never a guy who came in seconds from just a hand job. 

She let go of his tiny dick to get a close look at her cum covered hand. His dick was all ready shriveling back to nothingness. Again I started giggling. Christin noticed it too, and couldn't help to also giggle at his pathetic prick. Christin then turned her attention back to her hand. She stuck out her tong, and timidly took a little lick.

"You where right, it does taste pretty good."

I nodded and smiled at her as she licked her hand until there wasn't a trace of cum left. Christin then looked back at my brothers tiny shriveled penis, let out a little laugh, and said...

"I really do think his little thing is cute."

"How would you like to play with my brother little dick any time you wanted?"

Her face lit up.

"Not only that, be able to have him do anything we Say."

"How can we do that?"

"Just wait here while I get my camera."



Big Brother Has Little Package Ch. 2



By the time I grabbed my camera and got back to my brothers room, my panties where soaked. I couldn't remember a time I had been this hot. Christin was sitting in-between my brothers legs with a big smile, knocking his limp little dick side to side with her finger.

"I see you had no problem keeping your self amused."

"I just love playing with his little thing."

As Christin and I took turns snapping shots of my big brothers tiny limp penis, I explained my plan. How once we told my brother that not only did we know he has a little dick, we had pictures of it, he would have no choice but to be our slave and do anything we wanted. Christin loved the plan.

"let's take a few pictures of it when it's hard"

"OK"

Christin pinched his tiny dick between her fingers, and swung it around using the same method I used earlier, still his dick was limp as a wet noodle.

"It doesn't want to wake up, am I doing something wrong?"

"No, your doing just fine, but after a guy cums it takes a little more to get it up again right away. Sometimes you have to do more then just use your hand."

"Oh I get it, like this?"

Christin pinched the head of his small dick and held it up. She leaned in and licked the under side of his little thing like a push pop, which by the way was about the same size. My brother let out a loud moan of pleasure. Frightened that my brother was waking up she jumped back and let go of his tiny prick. 

"Don't worry he's not waking up, but by the looks of it you did wake up his little weenie."

His tiny dick was throbbing with pleasure. With every pulse his little dick started to slowly rise, until it was standing strait up hard as a rock, or should I say a pebble. 

We took over a dozen more pictures of his small hard penis. My favorite was the one where I compared the size of his dick next to my pinkie. His dick was actually a little bigger, but not by much. I was about to get a ruler so we could measure exactly how small it was, but I realized my camera was full and it was all most three in the morning. 

"We better get going to sleep, we have to get up tomorrow before my brother."

"OK, but I don't want to leave his little thing all hard and wide awake like this." Christin leaned down and put her mouth around his small dick, completely engulfing it. She started slowly bobbing up and down on his little prick. I had never watched another girl suck off a guy in person before, never mind my best friend sucking on my big brothers small penis. It was so hot. Just as I was about to slide my hand down my pants to rub my clit through my soaked panties, he blow his load in her mouth. I could tell by the reaction on her face. Christin tried to swallow it all, but it was to much for her. Some of his cum dripped out the corner of her mouth and ran down his little dick. Christin continued sucking him off until his tiny shriveled limp dick fell from her mouth. Christin gave his limp little dick a kiss on it's head before we pulled up his pants and went to my room. 

When Christin slept over we both would sleep in my queen size bed, there was plenty of room. We laid in bed laughing and joking about my brother's little dick. Christin may have still loved my brother, but now she also loved making fun of his small penis. We where going to have such a good time humiliating him for the rest of his life. I turned the lights off around Half past three. 

As I closed my eyes and slid my hand down my panties, I could hear Christin already softly moaning. There have been many nights where after getting worked up from watching hours of porn, we would masturbate in the same bed right next to each other. I teased my clit for a little before I slid my middle finger in my wet pussy. I realized while I laid there fucking myself, I was imagining that my finger was really my big brothers little dick pounding away at my pussy. I screamed as I had the best orgasm of my life. I Could hear Christin still at it as I drifted off dreaming of all the fun we where going to have. 



Big Brother Has Little Package Ch. 3



I woke up with one hell of a hang over. After a long shower I was felling a little refreshed, and a little hungry. On my way to the kitchen I overheard fucking sounds coming from the living room. Could that slut little sister of mine really be fucking some guy right in our living room in the middle of the day? I wouldn't put it past the whore. I peaked my head in and saw my sister and her friend Christin sitting on the couch watching one of my pornos. Without thinking I barged in the room furious.

"You've got some fucking nerve sneaking in my room and taking that."

"Sorry bro, you can take it back if want to watch it and jerk off your little dick." Christin giggled at my sister's comment as I stood there in total shock.

"That's right big brother we know all about that sad little thing you've got hiding in your pants. It's not even fair for me to call you big brother, there's serenely nothing big about you."

Was this really happening? Was she just fucking with me or did Christin and my little bitch sister really know about my under sized penis. My sister finding out about my less then average penis was always one of my greatest fears. I knew nothing would make her happier then to be able to humiliate me and tell all of her friends about how small her big bother's penis is.

"You didn't tell anyone else, did you?"

"Tell anyone, why shod I when I could just show them the pictures of you and your pathetic prick."

"You have pictures of it?"

"Yup, and with just a click of the mouse everyone we know could have them too. How would you ever be able to look your drinking buddies in there faces, when they all know about your little pinkie dick. I've sucked and or fucked every one of your friends, and even the smallest was at least twice the size of that tiny stub you've got. And I know every girl that gets the pictures will have such a good laugh at your pitiful penis that they'll send the pictures out to all there friends so they can have a good laugh too, and so on until there won't be anyone who will be able to look at you and keep a strait face."

"Please don't sis, I'll do anything you guys want."

"Oh we know you will. You can start by taking off all of your clothes."

They sat there with big smiles as I undressed. As I removed my underwear they started laughing.

"Oh my god it's even smaller"

I was so embarrassed and nervous my member had shriveled even smaller then usual.

"Your right Christin, boy brother you sure are pathetic. If your little pinkie dick gets any smaller, your going to be my sister."

Christin and my sister started laughing. I stood there totally humiliated as the girls laughed at my small dick until Christin finally said...

"Come over and have a seat, what was it you called his tiny thing, oh yeah a pinkie dick. That's a cut nickname for you. Come over and have a seat pinkie dick."

Christin patted on the cushion in-between her and my sister as they started laughing again. I hesitated until my sister said in her bitchy voice...

"Hurry up pinkie dick, you don't want to make us mad."

I walked over to the couch with my head down in shame and sat in-between the two young girls still laughing. I couldn't bare to look at either of the girls and I didn't want look down at the object of my embarrassment, so I looked up at the porno playing on the TV. 

"Where's your manners pinkie dick, here you are siting next to two beautiful girls and all you can do is watch that whore suck that guy's big dick on the TV. I don't even know how you keep it hard when you watch these movies and jerk off. I mean if I where you watching the girls in the movies screaming and moaning from getting filled by those thick long cocks. Then I looked down at the little thing I was stroking in-between my fingers and knew I would never be able to satisfy a girl with it, I'd probable start to cry. What about you Christin?"

"I'd cry an ocean."

They both busted out laughing.

"Since we know your never gonna be able to please us with that little scrimp dick, let's see what you can do with your tong. Get up and get on your knees."

I did as i was told.

"I know you've been waiting, why don't you go first Christin."

Christin stood up with a big smile, undid her shorts and dropped them to the floor. She had on white panties with little teddy bears all over.

"I'll let you do the honors pinkie dick."

I slid my fingers in her waistband and carefully pulled them down to her ankles. She stepped out of them, sat back down and spread her legs giving me a perfect view of her beautiful hairless pussy.

"Look Christin, he likes your pussy, it's making his little dick get hard. I bet that's the first real pussy you've ever seen, isn't it?"

I nodded and they both started laughing hysterically.

"How pathetic being your age and still a virgin. Well, this may take a while so you better get to licking. You better show him where to lick Christin, or the little dick virgin my stick his tong in your bellybutton."

After a good laugh Christin reached down and spread her lips apart and told me...

"Right here pinkie dick, and see that there, that's my clit, it's the most sensitive part of my pussy."

"Yeah p diddy, it's just like the head of your tiny prick."

Feeling even more humiliated, but still hard from knowing I was finally gonna have my first taste, I plunged my head into her already wet pussy. It tasted even better then I thought it would. I went at it as best as I could. I pretended her lips where like the ones on her mouth and I was french kissing them, and used her clit in place of her tong. I had at least a little experience at frenching, that was as fare as I would let it go with any of my old girlfriends. Before I knew it my face was covered in Christin's juices.

"Well, Christin, is he worth a lick?"

"Ooooh it feels soooo good, keep at it pinkie dick, I'm almost there, ooh, oh fuck yeah, oooh."

I pulled my face from Christin's dripping hot box, feeling pretty good about what I had just accomplished, which didn't last long.

"Well, now we now your not completely useless even if that little cocktail weenie in-between your legs is. I wouldn't let that be a boost to your self-esteem though, you can ask any girl, it's nice when a guy eats your pussy, but it's no way a substitute to getting a good fuck from a guy with a big hard cock. With that said why don't you crawl over here on your hands and knees because it's my turn to see want you can do with your mouth."

My humiliation reached an even higher level as I crawled naked to my younger sister on my hands and knees. My sister stood up and dropped her mini shorts, the slut wasn't even wearing panties.

"I can see your little pee pee is still hard, I guess you don't have a problem eating yours sisters pussy. Do you?!

I knew I couldn't say no, and to tell the truth her also hairless pussy looked even more delicious then Christin's. I nodded my head.

"Well, that's good to know you sad excuse for a man, but your not going to eat my pussy today. Today your going to lick my ass. "

My sister turned around, bent over and grabbed an armrest of the couch sticking her ass out. I hesitated for a moment. I knew my sister was at least a very clean person, and whenever I had been close to her she always did smell nice, but knowing the bitch she is she probable just took a big shit and hardly cleaned her self. 

"What are you waiting for, you know I don't like to repeat my self."

Once again I had no choice, I spread her cheeks and was surprised to see her ass was well cleaned, and even smelt rather good. I stuck my tong out and began running it up and down the crack of her ass.

"Oow not bad brother, your a natural asslicker. None of my other boyfriends would ever lower them self's as much to lick my ass, but then again it was always enough just to have them put there big dicks in me. Now stick your tong right in my asshole."

As I penetrated her brown hole with my tong, she let out a little whimper. I stuck my tong in as far as I could and swirled around in a circle. She began to rub her pussy with her fingers and let out soft little moans. 

"Just imagine how pathetic you look... on your knees with your tiny little dick....Ooow had as a rock.... and your face buried in your little sisters ass. OH, fuck my ass with your tong, Yeah, stick it in and out, that's it....Fuuuck."

I removed my face from my sister's ass and looked over at Christin, who had already put back on her panties and shorts. She had her hand in her shorts and looked like she had just finger fucked herself to another orgasm. My sister pulled up her shorts and sat back down.

"Not to bad brother, I'd take a big hard dick to a little dick virgin's tong in my ass any day, but not to bad. To show you where not total evil bitchs, we're going to let you have a reward for a job not to badly done."

"Is one of you going to give me a blow job, or let me fuck you?"

"Hell no, but we will allow you to jerk off your sad little dick in front of two beautiful young ladies."

I stood up and grabbed hold of my small penis.

Not so fast there small wonder. Christin would you mind cupping your hands together so inch worm has some where to shoot his load."

With a smile on her face Christin cupped her hands together and held them out in front of her.

"You better get every drop in there"

With my hard little penis still in hand, I moved in front of Christin's waiting hands. Looking down at Christin sitting there with a big smile and her hands just inches from my inches, I knew I wouldn't last long. Sure enough, after only three little jerks I erupted into Christin's hands. I may have a small dick, but after getting as worked up as I was, I came like Peter North. I let go of my already shrinking penis. With my little head drained, all I was left with was my shame of today's events, but it wasn't over yet.

"What shod I do with all this hot cum in my hands?"

"I think we shod make my pathetic brother eat it up."

"I think that's a great idea. Get back on your knees pinkie dick, and lick up the mess you made in my hands."

Without an ounce of pride left I sank back to my knees. I lowered my head to Christin's hands and began lapping up my sperm.

"What a fucking sissy."

After completely cleaning Christin's hands, I looked up at Christin's still smiling face. 

"That's my little pinkie dick."

"Oh shit you better go cover up that little thing of yours, I just heard Mom and Dad come in the front door."

I grabbed my clothes from the floor and ran to my room with my flaccid little penis wiggling in the breeze, which Caused the girls to roar with laughter. Boy, life was never going to be the same.

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Big Brother is Watching You



Jay couldn't wait to get to work again tonight! In fact, he'd been finding work to be very stimulating in recent weeks which should have been surprising since he was the night watchman at the local branch of Finch & Co, Consultant Actuaries. It was a large company, handling several executive clients in Jamaica and the wider Caribbean and so the senior partners had decided that some security was necessary to protect their files from corporate espionage. The people at Jay's company, also large, and the leading security firm in the Montego Bay area had recommended a remote camera surveillance system, and this was duly installed with Jay at the controls.

Jay was responsible for monitoring the activities at 25 companies through his camera lenses. It was, at best, soul-sucking work and the only thing that had kept him there was the state of the economy and his uncertainty about finding another job if he left this one. Well, that was the only thing that had kept him there up to that point. These days he was inspired, and had even been known to show up for his shift early, much to the relief of the man whom he replaced in the hot seat.

Jay sat down and did a quick scan of his charges, saving Finch & Co for last. He felt duty bound to look at the other companies since they were contributing to his salary, but he would spend most of his night watching the offices of the illustrious Perry Finch and his partners since they contributed most to his wellbeing.

The reason for Jay's inspiration had shown up at Finch & Co during the summer. It was obvious that she had graduated that year though, probably from a Master's programme somewhere since she was given her own office and shared an assistant with two other persons whom Jay recognised as being middle management at the company. She was young and, as Jay came to appreciate her more, fairly attractive though she did not actually do anything to enhance her beauty. She wore no make-up and usually no jewellery either. She did wear attractive suits, but these were a little snug since she had a voluptuous body with the tits and arse of a strong black woman, that he came to appreciate very much.

Jay had noticed her one night by accident as he did a bored scan of the cameras. He had stayed with her only because she was the only person in any of his buildings. He watched, mildly interested, as he saw her check to ensure that she was alone in the building and then return to the open plan office shared by the junior associates who reported to her and her two colleagues. Jay smiled to himself as she took off her shoes and released her tight pony tail, shaking her hair out.

"Yes, sister! I know the feeling," he muttered to himself.

He was about to move away to scan another office when he noticed her slip her hand into her blouse and cop a feel. He smiled broadly and decided to stay with her a little longer. At least one of them was enjoying being at work!

Jay's eyes nearly popped out though when he saw her pull her blouse out of her skirt and open it slowly, as if doing a strip tease. Her hands kept rubbing her skin and flicking her buttons open and soon she revealed a nice pair of large, perky round boobs encased in a black lace bra. She shrugged her blouse off to the floor and lifted her breasts in her hands as if offering them to someone and pulled roughly at her nipples through the cloth. She dipped her head and gave her melons a light kiss each before pulling the cloth down a little on the left to allow her nipple and areola to peep out at the world.

Jay felt his pants become tighter and his hand moved involuntarily toward his burgeoning erection. He gasped and opened his flies desperately when she suddenly dragged her bra off roughly allowing her breasts to bounce naughtily for her imaginary audience. Then Jay watched the woman peel her skirt off over her ample hips. She wore a thong and so her fleshy rump did not take long to come into view. Jay prayed for her to bend over and she did. He felt his balls tighten considerably and realised then that he had been pumping his cock without even being aware of it.

The woman peeled her thong off like a seasoned stripper and strutted, clad only in knee-high leather boots and a saucy smile over to one of the chairs in the office. She flung herself into the chair and spread her legs wide as if inviting a large man; as if inviting Jay to nestle himself there. 

Jay watched her hand caress her shaven mons and her fingers dip in and out of her swollen labia. She teased a nipple and tried to suckle herself, but failing at that, she brought her juice-stained fingers to her mouth and licked them clean. She went back for more of her personal honey and seemed to be enjoying herself, rocking and cuddling her body in the swivel chair for a few minutes. Then she got up and strode across the room and climbing on to a desk, she planted her legs wide apart and began a sensuous dance that would have been very well-received in a strip club. She did what might have been a 15-minute set and then she climbed down and sauntered into another office. 

Jay followed her into another of the separate offices, not her own, and saw her sit on the desk straddling the chair as if she were giving an invisible occupant an opportunity to eat her out. She leaned back on one arm and played with her cunt with the other until she climaxed; and then, she simply got up, fetched her discarded clothing in the outer office, and stuffing them into a large shopping bag, she donned her boring tan coat. Jay watched as turning off the lights behind her, entering her code in the keypad and locking the door with her key, she left the building, walking to the streets and catching a late bus just outside the gates.

It didn't take Jay long to cum after that. He spent the rest of the night reliving her show in his mind and thinking about her going home, naked under that dowdy coat. He kept coming back to the rooms in which he had seen her. He visited the office that he knew to be hers, often. He promised himself to keep an eye on her from now on. Even if this was a one-time only occurrence Jay felt that he owed her something.

Jay was disappointed when the young woman did not "work" late for the next two weeks. He kept reminding himself that he had expected nothing more than that her show was a one-time occurrence, perhaps a dare with a friend. Still, he missed her.

On the Tuesday evening of the third week though, he watched as she and some of the seniors at the company left their conference room a few minutes after 8 o'clock. The building was clear by 8:40... except for her, and Jay felt an unholy joy at seeing her remain behind again. He watched through his camera as she sat quietly at her desk doing some paperwork. She waited until 9 when, quite sure that she was alone, she got up and quickly stripped herself completely and ran her hands frantically over her body. Jay realised that he was not the only person who was impatient for this moment to arrive.

"Yessss," he sighed, relieved. He smiled broadly at her image on the screen.

He watched as her initial frenzy to feel her own skin subsided and her breathing calmed a little, and as, with eyes closed and with a serene smile on her lips, she savoured the experience as others would a fine cup of coffee. Jay shook his head; he knew exactly how she felt.

He watched her stalk back to her chair and throw her legs apart, bracing them on her desk. Her fingers sought out her neatly-shaven cunt and she tickled her labia seemingly enjoying the slick swollenness that greeted her there. She slumped in her chair and inserted two fingers into her hole and fucked herself lazily.

She didn't seem to get off on doing this though, and after about 10 minutes of frustrated ploughing into her cunt she still wasn't anywhere near her climax. Jay had enjoyed watching her immensely, but she didn't seem to feel the rush that she needed and he couldn't agree more that she needed to find pleasure from all this. The young woman got up and ran, massive boobs shaking wildly, to the large open plan office outside her door. Jay switched hastily to camera 7 to watch what she would do. 

She nestled into the swivel chair normally occupied by a mousy little man whom Jay thought of as a male version of her. It surprised him that he knew this, but then, on reflection, he realised that he had spent a great deal of time watching the staff of Finch & Co. since he had first seen his little "exotic dancer". For instance, Jay knew that his dancer maintained her gorgeous figure by eating mainly salads, lean white meat, fruit, yoghurt and by drinking water. She had a sweet tooth though and Jay thought to, but rejected the idea of buying a box of chocolates for her. 

He knew that the woman who sat at the far right desk in the open plan office stole office supplies but he figured that it wasn't in large enough quantities for him to blow his cover as a voyeur. Jay was surprised to see that Miles St. John, the company's newest partner was fucking his secretary, a pretty young man with blond hair, who he had brought with him when he defected from Richard Creevy Actuaries, a rival company set up by expatriates in Mandeville. Obviously, old Perry hadn't trusted the man enough yet to tell him about the cameras. The two men were plainly in love though, if their stolen kisses when they weren't having sex, were anything to go by, and it made Jay happy for them. He wished them well. 

Jay knew a lot about the staff of Finch & Co, but of all of them he was most fascinated by his spicy little dancer. In his mind he called her "Cinnamon". He watched Cinnamon cuddle her own breasts lovingly and push herself away from the desk with her legs. She span, stiff legged around as if performing a number in an old musical and then impishly, she did the entire move in the reverse; a childlike joy stamped on her face at her own naughtiness. 

He watched her get up and walk to the elevator that would take her upstairs to the executive suite. She did not actually go into the elevator, but stood looking at her reflection in the mirrored back of the cabin, curiously, until the door closed again. She walked around the office stark naked looking at the photographs and plaques on the walls and on her colleagues' desks, pausing here and there to bend over teasingly and swing her hips as if enticing a hapless co-worker to look down her non-existent blouse. 

Interestingly, she didn't seem to favour men or women, but rather she teased the ghosts of the uptight, mousy ordinary people like herself. It seemed that she knew something about the hidden depths of repressed sexuality that such people contained. Jay wanted to lift a glass to her, but since all he had was his ever present cup of Joe that was all he could do. 

Eventually, she went into the little kitchenette of the office on her floor and Jay saw her re-emerge two minutes later with a large jug of water. She paused and surveyed the room.

"Please don't do anything stupid," he muttered.

He was relieved when he saw her approach the plants in the office and water them carefully. He would have sworn that he saw her talking to the one by the corner. Then, he watched as after returning the jug to the kitchen she skipped happily back to the main office and, selecting a seat two away from his female-thief, she sprawled her legs wide, reached for her cunt and spanked it hard 10 times, her legs threatening to close with each strike. She forced herself to keep her legs spread and to endure each slap that seemed to be genuinely as hard as she could make it. Jay watched, salivating as she fucked herself violently with her fingers until, eyes closed and head thrown back in ecstasy, she came. 

The sudden realisation that her bizarre nymph-like play during the last 40 minutes was really foreplay, that she was really forcing herself to delay gratification before her final release, took Jay's breath away, He had enjoyed watching her antics, but it was not until he watched her force herself to accept the hard spanking on her mons that he felt his own cock stir, and reaching for it, he stroked himself to completion in four short minutes.

Cinnamon slumped in the chair stroking her abused cunt lazily, apparently fighting a sweet impulse to succumb to a post coital doze. Jay wanted to watch her sleep, but he was afraid that things would go too far and that she would get caught. He had just decided on a plan to telephone the company to warn her if he saw anyone approach while she slumbered, when she got up and righting the chair, she walked to the others that she had used and straightened them as well. 

Jay watched her go back into her own office and pack her clothes away neatly into her large shopping bag; apparently, the same one that she had used on the first night. He watched her put her leather boots on again, a different pair from the first night, and don her mousy little coat over her still naked body. Then Jay watched her reach into her bag again and pull out a large anal plug. She lifted her leg and stroked the plug along her still slick pussy before taking the now lubricated giant in her hand and inserting it painfully into her own butt hole.

Jay watched her open-mouthed, and painfully hard again himself, as she fixed her coat and turning the lights off, she walked calmly, if lightly, from the office, out into the lobby and into the dark night to catch her bus. He knew that for as long as he drew breath and worked at Big Brother Sentries he would watch over this woman, care for her, as she, unknowingly, was taking care of him.



Big Brother Knows Best



Nala sat at the front steps, a cigarette and a glass of wine in her hand. Her nails, long half moon specks of red that matched her full and pouting lips. 

Maddox liked her look. Classic, beautiful...sexy. Yes, he would admit only to the deepest most pitiful part of himself, he was attracted to her. Of all people, his body ignited to the flame of his little sister. 

To the delicate heart shape face, to her lush, long blonde locks that fell artfully about her sunken in waist and full hips. 

Family visits like these were short. Once he turned eighteen he left his home, his loving parents and sister for any type of escape he could find from those desires. It happened so it was the military which found him, and he had spent the past eight years dutifully and admirably serving. In between seeing his little girl turn into the beaut she is today. A milky skinned, sumptuous eighteen year old.

He was dragged from inappropriate thoughts when she finally took notice of an approaching figure, her blue gaze falling into Maddox's golden one. Her smile was sincere as she scrambled to embrace him. Her body was warm as it pressed into him, melting away the filter once again and he inhaled her scent deeply, allowing his fingers to curl in her hair as he enjoyed the closeness of her.

A bit dazed as she broke away, he spoke almost too softly to her as they caught up and the evening progressed. But it wasn't unusual to anyone who took notice, because it had always been that way. Maddox's parents would often accuse him of spoiling the girl. Every birthday gift topped the next Christmas one and nothing she did was ever foul. Even the little temper she had.

As the night died down it wound up to being just them two on the couch. It didn't seem much different than any other one they'd shared, they sipped on their drinks and told stories, new and old when very suddenly, and unwarranted Nala procured a very stirring question.

"How do you make a girl cum?"

Maddox almost spit up his drink, the words falling from her mouth echoed to his groin, causing him to look with much horror at himself, in between her legs up to her full and perky c's.

"Surely you've made yourself cum...Haven't you?" His hardening cock twitched at the question.

So much more lurked in it than just rhetoric. He licked his lips, a predator-like instinct possessing his thoughts as he scanned the blushing face of his prey.

"Well...I have but is it different for every girl?"

"Everyone likes different things..." He should have stopped there but the rest just flowed out...

"Some girls will like slow and soft sometimes and hard and fast others. But it's well known that a little attention to the clit can make a big difference. What makes you ask me?"

He wondered the last bit aloud and the girl blushed again, her thighs pressing together as more wetness seeped into her panties, she could feel her swollen lips just aching for a stroke of some fingers. No, not just anyone's either, she knew just who she wanted to make her cum. She had for a long time.

"Honestly." She began, whispering as she leaned in closer to him, making him shift, his eager body wanting as much of hers as he could get away with.

"No guy I've been with in any way has ever been able to make me cum. Or girl."

Her big brother blinked at her in surprise. The idea of his little sister with another girls face buried between her legs as she cried out was almost too much and his cock was fully hard now and in desperate need of some mercy.

His facade of nonchalance dropped and he gave a small groan "Jezz Nala, spare me a little okay?"

The girls head gave a coy little turn as she eyed him curiously. 

He laughed and said. "I'm sure you just haven't met someone who knows how to read your body yet."

"Read my body?" She repeated sultrily, and he wondered if that was how he was speaking to her first or if she had started it. 

"Yes...Know what gets you going. Or you meet a person who can just fuck you until you have no choice but to cum."

The girl gave him a slightly shocked expression, he couldn't blame her, he could hardly believe he had said that aloud himself.

But the comment made her belly swim with desire, the thought of her brother, her overly protective big brother pounding away at her juicy cunt was a breath stealing idea that left a trail of goosebumps.

She wanted to reach down and rub her clit for him, the exhibitionist in her wanton and insatiable. "Maddox..." She said with a need he mistook with her earlier shock.

Giving a little laugh he apologized, saying "I always was too open with you about everything even when you were young and I wonder about your flagrant sexuality."

He teased her, giving her a little shake on her chin with his strong, long fingers that Nala had always been so interested in.

"I want you to do it." She blurted, leaning in even more, so that she was almost on him now. The emptiness of the large couch bringing their embrace even greater intimacy as Maddox tried to formulate a coherent thought to her whimpered confession.

He knew what she was implying, her body spoke enough but before he could ask what she meant anyway, she slipped one of her legs across his, her hands at his shoulders, inviting him in.

"I want you to make me cum." Her voice dripping with dirty urges and almost sweetly polite as she raised her dress for him, revealing her lace thong and more of her soft skin. He dared his hands to roam up her sides, reveling in the form of her hourglass. 

"Nala." He groaned, his head resting on the back of the couch as she began to grind herself on the thick bulge of his pants. 

"I see the way you look at me, the way you always have." She moaned as she continued her assault, licking and rubbing herself on him with a lust mirrored by his own frantic grips and grabs of her tight body, his hands owning as much as he dared. 

"I've waited for you and I know, I know you've been waiting a long time for me too. So take me now, make me yours, anyway you want just...use me." 

The last of her words barely making its way out as Maddox suddenly grabbed her hips tightly, with little effort placing her beneath him, locking her arms above her head with one hand, his hips winning over her bucking as he stayed her almost fully. 

"Shh Little Nala..." He beckoned, relaxing her frenzy as they met an a intense stare. 

Maddox caressed his young sisters cheek, the smooth porcelain of her neck and chest. They could not look away, the eye contact making it all the more real...all the more erotic...dirty.

"My little girl has been so needy -" All of her was open to him as he grabbed at her lips with his own, the only sounds were the sweet sucking and meeting of tongues.

Nala groaned, her back arching, forcing herself into him, again rubbing her breasts and clit against him, hard, making him salivate.

"Please." She began to whine softly, just as she would. 

"My impatient little Nala, so eager..." He smiled into her neck, taking pleasure in her torture. "Don't worry little one, you don't have to wait much longer."

Abruptly, all contact seized, as he began to bring them both up to a sitting position again, a distinct sound of displeasure came from below but before she could question Maddox smiled, a soft teasing look back in his sharp, angled features.

"Come, time for bed."

"But..Why-?" She began to protest but he caught her in a quick kiss saying simply -

"Big brother knows best."

Nala was fully pouting now and by the time he had her in her bed, she had stopped meeting his eyes, a soft pink staying in her cheeks as she shyly cursed herself for her her obvious affections until Maddox said in a deep, near growl of a tone before he left the room. One reminding her what just took place...

"Tomorrow, I'll pick you from school and take you to my apartment."

A chilling want covered her body heavier than her blanket as she dreamed of wet panties, long fingers and her brothers promise for the night to follow...



Big Brother, Little Sister



The following is based on conversations my friend and I have had. She is the inspiration for this story's character, Marie Poland. Thank you for the inspiration!

My name is Nate Poland. I am 35 years old, single, available, no kids, a writer of erotica. I have always enjoyed what I do for a living even though it hardly pays the bills. No Nobel Prizes are given for writing smut! Haha!

I have a much younger sister, Marie. She is seven years younger than I. Just as I was graduating from high school she was starting to discover boys. Little did I know the only boy she wanted to discover was her own brother! I found this out one time when I was a senior in high school. I'd always been an active kid. Sports were my life. I lettered in baseball and football so I was very well-built. I am six feet tall, 190 pounds, jet black hair and eyes. I have a big chest, back and arms and well-developed muscles in my lower body. It also didn't hurt to have a nice package between my legs which got its own personal workout after I was done with weights. 

It was nothing for me to work out in just my briefs, usually with the door open to allow air into my room. I also didn't have anything to hide so long as it didn't bother my family.

My bedroom window faced directly into the master bedroom of our neighbors, the Hendersons. Perry and Diane Henderson lived next to my family ever since we moved there in 1968. They had three daughters, Tracy, a year older than I, Roxanne, two years younger than I, and Beverly, four years younger than I. They were pretty girls. But, we'd known each other so long I never had any more than friendly interest in any of them.

Roxy and Bev took Marie under their wing when I left home since they were fairly close in age. They did typical girl stuff, gossiping about boys, trying on makeup, shopping and the like, and it was always fun to listen to them giggle as I came home from school every holiday.

One day, a couple of years after graduating from college and temporarily living at home again while my apartment complex was being renovated, I was going through my usual routine of curls, squats and bench press. I was standing with my back to the door, doing curls and wearing just my briefs when I noticed a glare in my bedroom window. I quickly rubbed my eyes to see if I could catch a glimpse. But, it disappeared before I could see what it was. I wasn't hard yet so whatever caught their attention couldn't have been much.

A minute later, I noticed the same figure glaring at me as I resumed my routine. Once again, I couldn't make out the figure. I put down the weights, turned around, and walked into Marie's bedroom. Marie was sitting Indian-style on her floor, going through her music CDs, her hair in pigtails, and wearing a little white halter and matching shorts, looking like your average 18-year-old. 

I asked if she'd been playing a trick on me while I worked out. Without lifting her head to acknowledge me, she said she hadn't and I must have heard a noise. Without another word, I went back into my room, and was about to finish my routine, when I saw the mysterious figure a third and final time that day. This time, I focused on it long enough to see the white clothing it was wearing.

I immediately put two and two together and presumed it was, indeed, my little sister spying on me. Why she would do this with me I never could understand then. 

I decided to pretend not to notice her the next time I exercised. I quickly undressed completely and jerked off before my routine so I'd be working out with an enormous hard-on. I quickly got huge and hard and put on my briefs again before starting my routine. I'd never worked out in this condition before. But, if it settled this game of sexual cat and mouse with my baby sister it was worth it.

15 minutes into my routine, I saw that familiar smallish figure staring at me through my window. Only this time I could make out the face as being that of my sister whose eyes were as wide as saucers seeing my big dick pointing out, bulging through my black briefs. She was licking her lips as she watched me. When she saw I was watching her this time she quickly vanished.

I purposely waited a couple of minutes, finishing my set of curls, before going into her room to try to talk to her. As I lay down my weights, I could hear the distinct low wail of crying. If that was her I felt awful for playing with her like this.

I walked into her room, and saw her laying face down on her bed, wearing a white tshirt and silk shorts, her legs splayed, her body bouncing up and down. She was, indeed, sobbing. All I could do was sit on the edge of the bed and stroke her neck slowly and tell her I love her. She apologized for spying on me, and told me she loved me, too. 

She explained that the Henderson girls always thought I was hot. But, she poopooed their remarks until seeing me work out one day. She explained that she didn't have a lot of luck with guys at school, and figured I was as close as she would ever get to having a guy!

I told her I thought she was being too hard on herself. That she was cute, smart, fun, funny and loving, and any guy who didn't see that was missing out on a special girl. With that, she sat up on the bed, kissed me on the lips and told me she loved me. I told her I loved her also, but, this was as far as this would go with the two of us. Little did I know it was far from the end of this with Marie and I!

A month passed, and things between Marie and I were fine again, once she managed to actually look at me without embarrassment. 

A couple of days before I was scheduled to return to my apartment I went to collect the mail from the box on the sidewalk. On the very top was an envelope addressed to me with just my first name typed on it. Apparently, whoever wrote this knew me, or they'd've spent the money to stick a stamp on it, and actually address it.

Once inside, I laid the rest of the mail on the kitchen table, and opened this mysterious note to me. It simply said, once more in typing, as whoever wanted me to read this must have wanted anonymity, to meet them at the hotel downtown the next night at six o'clock. The sender of the note told me to wear my good black slacks, and dark blue dress shirt. I was able to determine that the person sending me this note was female beause they said I'd recognize them by the little black dress and matching boots she'd be wearing. I hoped it was a real female, anyway, and not a drag queen! That would have been sick!

I was further instructed to meet them at the hotel bar, and bring a single yellow rose, yellow being the color of friendship, and order champagne and dinner. Chicken stuffed with water chestnuts, rice pilaf and au gratin potatoes. Whoever fancied me had good taste! I have to admit that, by now, I was intrigued.

That afternoon, I pulled the clothes Ihad been asked to wear from my closet, and ironed them. Once done, I showered and dressed, deciding to go without underwear since the note didn't mention wearing any.

I got to the hotel precisely when asked to, and immediately begin to scan the bar for the woman in black! After about 30 seconds of scanning, I sae the sender of the note in her black outfit. It was Marie! My own sister still had the hots for me! My jaw dropped as I approached the table where she sat. Her little black dress was little all right as evidenced by her standing to greet me with a kiss on the cheek, her hemline barely covering her little ass.

Marie was a cute little brown-eyed blonde with 34 B tits which she told me she thought sagged unless she wore a bra. This was more information than I needed to know. But, she was obviously braless because her nipples were already very hard, poking through the plunging neckline. When I went to hug her, she positioned my right hand on her ass so I could tell she didn't wear panties, either. This she also explained to me was common practice for her.

As we broke our embrace, she looked at me with that look that only a lover gives to another lover. One of smoldering sexuality that said I had better watch out that night. 

We sat and ate and actually had fun, laughing and talking! I'd always enjoyed talking to her so it wasn't really awkward to do this. Only the circumstances bringing us together were. I asked what she had planned next. She told me she had dessert waiting in her hotel room. Strawberries, whipped cream, and chocolate sauce. We finished our meal, and headed to her room for dessert.

She said to kick off my shoes to get more comfortable so I did. She excused herself while I helped myself to the food on the silver platter on the table in the middle of the room.

Five minutes later, she walked out wearing a black see-thru nightie, and nothing else. The nightie must have been made by the same people who made her dress as it barely covered her ass. She'd also given up shaving her pussy for a while as she was hairy between the legs now. This embarrassed me to the point of making my penis so huge it hurt as it pressed the inside of the pants zipper. Apparently, she'd found out how much I love hairy pussies!

She noticed how big my penis had become from her seducing me so she reached out with one hand and rubbed me thru my pants. She smiled wide when she realized I was not wearing the briefs she loved seeing me wear so much. She fed me a strawberry drenched in chocolate and whipped cream. I start to moan thru my chewing as she made me cum in my pants. When she saw the wet spot in my crotch she unzipped me, fished her hand inside, pulled out my hard-on and sucked me clean as a whistle!

Once done sucking me off, she pulled off my clothes, and told me to do the same with her. I asked her if she was sure she wanted to do this. All she did was smile. We were now beyond the point of no return. As I slid the nightie over her head, she handed me a condom. I quickly put it on me. She planted her soaking wet pussy on my throbbing member. I got my first real glance at her self-proclaimed saggy tits. They did sag a little. But, I'd seen worse, and they were firm for being so small. 

I took a nipple into my mouth as she stroked the underside of my dick with her delicate, crimson-colored nails rubbing up and down. I came in her pussy within two minutes of her doing this. She moaned as I thrust inside her. Her moans got louder every 30 seconds or so. Sweat began to form on her breasts as I heaved in her. 

Her ass tightened around my dick as I banged her small but well-used pussy. Apparently, she'd been playing with herself for a long time. 20 minutes later, we were both spent. She thanked me for a wonderful night and being the best lover she'd ever have. 

With a big grin I told her the pleasure was entirely mine. But, I told her I was sure she'd have other lovers. She said no one would ever compare to me as we collapsed in each other's arms, and drifted off to sleep, never to do this again. In hindsight, we pleased one another even though that hadn't been my intention.



Big Brother, Little Sister



I'm home early from work, bummed because the day didn't go the way I'd planned it. The photocopier stopped working, the phone wouldn't stop ringing, everyone treated me like their slave - and not in a good way - and it's not even close to the end of the week. Sometimes I wish I could just throw my hands in the air and tell everyone to fuck themselves. But I can't. I'm the nice girl. The one who always makes sure her work is done before she leaves every day, and the one who always lends a helping hand when she needs it.

Then my brother appears in my doorway with a grin and a question. "Can I crash here for a few days? I just got back from London." He's a salesman, you see, and travels to far-flung corners of the world. Occasionally he shows up like this, unannounced, and I'm always happy to receive him. I live alone, no boyfriend, no husband, no kids running amok. I let him in and direct him to his usual room across the hall from mine.

He asks me about my day since I'm still moping at dinnertime. I explain and he smiles in sympathy. Later, we watch a movie, stretched out opposite each other on the couch, our legs tangled. It's something we've done since childhood and I enjoy the quiet comfort.

I sit up at one point and groan at the stiffness in my neck. I'm unsure if it's stiff from lying on the couch, or from carrying so much stress around. My brother 'tsks' at me and gestures me over to his side of the couch. I shake my head, make feeble protests, until he grabs my hand and yanks me closer, practically onto his lap. He pushes my hair off my shoulders and starts to knead the knot at the base of my neck. I let out another groan, this time of relief and pleasure at the feeling. He keep kneading, working my aching muscles until I'm all but goo in his hands.

Through the haze of pleasure, I tell myself his fingers aren't reaching too low over my shoulders. He just has long, strong, warm fingers. He doesn't mean to brush the tops of my breasts as he massages me so thoroughly. I remind myself that he doesn't realize I'm not wearing a bra beneath my lounging clothes and so he doesn't know I can feel the distinctive pressure of his fingertips along the sides of my breasts. I order my body to remain still, relaxed.

It doesn't work.

I can feel the warmth spreading from his hands to my throat and down to my chest. I can feel my nipples harden beneath my old t-shirt and when I glance down, I can see the obscene outline of them through the fabric. I want to cover myself but my brother slowly tugs me back against my chest and rubs his palms up and down my arms. I let out a sigh and lift my chin when he strokes a hand up my throat.

"Better now?" he asks me and I murmur in agreement.

He doesn't stop, just continues to rub me here and there, soothing and titillating all at once. This feels wrong, I tell myself it is, and yet at the same time, I've never felt so buzzed or tuned in to a man. He ceases to be the older sibling who pulled my hair and shoved dirt in my face. He's now a single man with magic fingers.

I think I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I remember is waking in my bed in the morning. Alone. I tell myself, it's probably better this way. I let my mind get away from me last night. I shouldn't have allowed my body's natural reaction to such intimate touches sway my thoughts. He remains my brother, and I, the baby sister.

Still, there is a dampness in my panties and I reach down to stroke light fingers over the swelling lips of my cunt. I bite back a moan that threatens to echo through the quiet house. I slide my other hand beneath my clothes as well and part my lips. I hear the sucking noise as the moisture pulls and then I touch my exposed clit. I gasp and bite my lip to keep quiet. But I play with myself. I must play because I've woken up from a pleasant dream that was unfinished. I need to stroke myself. I thrust two fingers into the sopping slit that is my pussy and I rub the clit until I feel the tingling spread even further throughout my body.

God, yes, this is what I needed yesterday to ease my stress. I should have locked myself in the ladies room until I'd cum, flushed and hot all over from the feeling of my body unraveling. Somehow, it wouldn't have been the same, I know that. I needed to relax, I needed to swoon under my brother's hand.

At that thought, recalling the way his fingers had teased my breasts last night, I cum hard, three fingers shoved in my hole and thumb pressing my clit. I twist and bury my face in a pillow to wail my satisfaction at finding this release.

Eventually, I turn over again, body humming from the aftershocks. I get up and strip naked before running to the washroom. My brother's door is closed and I hide in the bathroom to wash. It's only when I'm done toweling off that I realize I didn't bring a change of clothes in with me. I hear his door open and I know I have to use this measly, ratty towel to cover my voluptuous body as I dash back to my bedroom.

"Open up!" he cries and punctuates his demand with a pounding fist on the washroom door.

I shriek and open the door without thought. He eyes me and smirks and I feel my face flame with embarrassment. I rush past him to my room, not hearing the bathroom door shut until after I've shut mine.

Later, we eat breakfast, neither of us mentioning it. I brush it off as nothing and he certainly acts as though it was nothing. For siblings, I suppose it is nothing. But I can't stop the dull twitch in my cunt, that grows until I know I must do something different to ease the need inside me.

"I think I want to go clubbing tonight," I announce, to my brother's surprise.

"Why?"

"Because I want to let loose. I've always been so boring and staid. I want to be wild for once."

My confession surprises both of us but his eyes narrow on my face until I have to avert my gaze.

"You want to be wild?" His voice is low, a tone I've never heard from him before. I look back and see that his pupils have gone wide, dominating the rest of his irises. "More wild than letting your bother fondle you in the living room?"

I gape, shocked that he is bringing it up. Shocked more that he remembers it as I do.

"More wild than prancing around half naked and wet in a threadbare towel?"

I squeeze my thighs together and clench my hands into fists on the table. His eyes flicker to my hands and back up to my now flushed face.

"More wild than making yourself cum on your fingers?"

I stare. "How did you know...?"

He smirks and rises from the table. His t-shirt is loose, his muscles bunching beneath the light fabric. His sweats tent noticeably in the front. I can't look and yet I can't look away. I lick my lips as he moves closer.

"I could hear you. I had to do the same thing after I heard you moaning like you'd just been laid for the first time in a year."

I flush and tear my eyes away from his crotch. God, how I want to pull the prize out of his pants and wrap my lips around it. Or rub it against my tits. Or - God, help me - spread my legs and feel the cock head part my pussy lips.

"How long has it been?"

"What?" I look up at his face, looming so close over mine. When did he get so close?

"How long has it been since you came with a cock inside you?"

I shake my head. Not because I can't remember but because I can't think. I lick my lips again and before I can stop myself, before I can rein in my yearning, I reach for his pants and slip my hands inside.

His cock is hard, satiny smooth skin over red hot steel. I cup him, stroke him and all the while, I can't look away from his eyes.

"Suck it," he orders, as if reading my mind.

I obey. What else can I do now? The line was crossed already. Had been from the moment he arrived last night. No. It has been coming on for years. It's why he always comes to my house when he returns home. It's why I do my part to remain single. Well, sort of.

I suck the perfect plump head of his cock into my mouth and run the tip of my tongue over the precum leaking from the tip. Oh, succulent. I want more. I bob my head down, feeling him poke the back of my throat. I pull up, fondle his balls and then dip back down. He groans, fisting a hand in my hair. On my next pass over his juicy cock head, he thrusts, pushing past my teeth and almost gagging me. Oh, but it's so good. I want this. I want hands in my hair, holding me still as I'm used. I want to be useful to him, to my amazing, jetsetting big brother.

"More, fuck, yes, that's good!" he moans this and other inarticulate nonsense as he humps my face.

I take it all in, relaxing my throat and jaw. I lick when I can, suck when given the chance and stroke what I can't reach. He pumps harder, more liquid seeping from the head. I taste it and my eyes roll back in my head. I have to touch myself. I can feel my cunt overflowing with juice and when I stuff a hand down my pants, I cum at the first flick of a finger. I moan around his cock and he bellows as he empties his load into my keening mouth.

It's minutes - or days - later when he withdraws, still semi-erect from my mouth. I smack my lips and lap up all the escaped cum. He releases my hair and sits down hard in the chair across from me. His eyes when he lifts them to my face are stunned, but - dare I hope? - he looks eager for round two as well.

"Was that wild enough for you?" His voice is raspy and I grin, thinking it should be me who has difficulty speaking after having all that luscious meat stuffed in my mouth.

"Not nearly wild enough." I climb into his lap, exulting at the feeling of his eager cock rubbing beneath me.

With a groan, he lifts up from the chair, me clasped to his front, and carries us both to my room. We tumble to my bed, a tangle of limbs and flying clothing. When he touches me, bare skin to bare skin, I cry out and spread my legs. No more playing. No more testing the waters.

I want this. He wants this. And my body weeps for him.

"Now. Do it, fuck me now. Please." I don't care that I sound like a begging, needy whore.

I see his cock rising to full mast again and I know he likes that I sound this way, that my cunt is open and sopping wet for him. He likes that I'm his baby sister and that we used to bathe together.

Oh, bathe. We are going to do this again in the shower. Or the bath. And on his bed. And against the wall. And on every flat surface in this damned house. And every non-flat surface in the house.

He grabs hold of my legs and tosses them over his arms as he moves into positions. I lift my hips, moaning and begging and fumbling to reach for him. His hold tightens and his cock is rubbing at my welcoming hole.

"God, you're beautiful. I've always known you were beautiful."

I bite my lip as I look up at him, so powerful, so strong. He's my idol, my big brother, the one who pushed me down and then lifted me up when I was hurt. He'd kiss my tears away when I scraped a knee and he'd hold my hand as a friend called me names. And he wanted to fuck me and I wanted his cock inside me before I went stark raving mad.

"NOW!" I all but scream, lifting my hips right off the bed.

He growls or curses at me and then he's inside, sliding deep in a single, delicious move. We freeze, both coming to the startling realization at the same moment. Oh, there'd be no going back now. This was not something I ever planned to give up. This deep feeling of being full. This sensation of being stretched beyond the measure of all other cocks. He was it for me and I knew from the wild look in his eyes that my pussy was the only one he'd fuck again.

Then the muscles in his arms flex and he thrusts hard, our bodies smacking together. I cry out and hump back. He makes that animalistic sound again and starts to fuck me, holding my legs out and up and keeping me spread wide for his demands. I want this, yes, this, his dick driving me down into the mattress, shoving my breath from my lungs with every move.

He starts to grunt like a beast and I writhe beneath him, already so close to climax without even a touch against my throbbing clit. But I want to touch it. I reach down only to have him holler my name.

"Don't you dare. You're mine."

My eyes fly to his and I see him glaring at me like a wild man. I tremble with the force of his fucking, the feeling of his cock stuffing me like a Christmas hen. I nod and clench my hand into a fist against my belly. I'll obey him and not touch myself but I plead with my eyes for him to do it, to stroke me to completion.

He grins then, a feral look that twists his usually handsome features. I groan, feeling the orgasm closing in even more. He drops one leg and reaches down to pinch my clit and play with it. He rubs it, pinches it again and then flicks it. I scream as I come apart and he howls with manic laughter.

"That's right, cum for me now, baby girl. Cum for your big brother."

I can't speak, I'm not even sure I hear him correctly. My eyes are closed and my heart is thrumming in my ears. He fucks me hard, laying his body over mine so our sweaty skin rubs together, daring to ignite a fire.

I moan and clutch at his shoulders as he pumps away on me. He still holds one of my legs out to the side, angling his hips to drive deeper with each thrust of his hips. I dig my nails in and he groans in response. His movements grow frantic and I can feel the thumping of his heart on my chest. He's close, so close and I want him to lose control. I feel the resurgence of sensation in my cunt and I flex my muscles around his pounding cock. He hollers and starts to cum, shooting a stream of molten liquid into me that makes me ready to die from pleasure.

It's much later when we wake up and he rolls me onto my stomach this time. I let him and lift my ass in supplication. He whacks it once and smooths the hurt with his palm. His cock pokes into my cunt from behind and I sigh in contentment as he slips all the way in. I'm so slippery from our first time and from wicked dreams of all we'd do to each other from now on. He fucks me long and slow this time, sometimes resting his belly against my round ass and sometimes propping himself up for better leverage. He goes so deep, and hits me in all the right places and all I can think is that it's amazing it's taken us this long.

We've always known each other better than everyone else. We know each other's heartaches and smiles and this was inevitable.

Just as the time in the shower is inevitable. And the one in the hallway, where he just can't wait to get me into bed so he takes me like a rutting bull on the floor. Or the time in the kitchen where I ride him on the chair and scream when he bites one nipple to make me cum.

Mostly, I just like that he never stops telling me what to do. How can I argue? He's my big brother and big brother always knows best.



Big Brother Loves His Princess



Dammit, but your brother is worthless.

That's the thought you have as you pull into his driveway, with a turkey casserole in your passenger seat and your evening out on your mind. Sure, Neil works more than full time at the factory and is a good provider for his wife, but he can't do anything useful around the house. He doesn't clean, he doesn't cook. He does mow the lawn regularly, but that's probably just because he thinks it's butch to play with any tool that has a gasoline engine. If the kitchen stove could be made to run at 250 hp with a two-stroke motor, maybe he'd finally learn how to make something more ambitious than mac'n'cheese.

And you're the baby sister, so it's up to you to bring him a hot dinner every weeknight. You planned to be out cutting loose with your girlfriends downtown, but Mom is conservative enough to make you do the girly errands. Dammit, but your brother is worthless.

You trot up the front stoop with the casserole held firmly in both hands. After nearly two weeks, you've learned not to worry about how you'll knock at the door without a free hand; Neil's watching for you. He throws the door open before you even hit the final step. "Come on in, Princess." He's wearing his pajama pants and a Hawaiian shirt, hanging untucked and unbuttoned.

"Don't call me that, Dorkface," you reprimand him. "Who do you get your fashion sense from, the back of the beer can? Your pus gut looks like a one-eyed walrus poking out of your shirt."

"What, this?" He slaps both hands on his naked abs. "This is a storage tank for all the excess testosterone. Come on, you want to cop a feel?"

You nudge your elbow into his belly and smirk over the rims of your glasses. "You only wish a girl like me would touch you. I'm way out of your league."

Neil grins at you. "It's shameless the way we flirt."

"Flirt?" You return his grin. This kind of banter has been going on since you were both in high school. "Maybe if you weren't my brother, and maybe if you weren't ugly as a cat's ass."

The first part of your comment is true. He's your brother, three years three years older and a great deal wiser. But he's not ugly. Despite your comment, he doesn't have a gut. He works out regularly, and the factory work he does makes sure his muscles are trim and useful, not the gross bulky monstrosities of most bodybuilders. 

And his baby-smooth face is gorgeous enough to merit the body it sits on. He kind of makes you jealous sometimes. All the good genes in the family went to him. Mom, Dad, your baby brother and you are all average. None of you are unattractive, but none of you are pretty either. 

You have an average face, average hair, average body. With your white blouse and your black plastic glasses, you look like a librarian straight out of Central Casting. Maybe you have big breasts, but that's because you don't watch your weight. Good men are only interested in skinny pretty women, and the only men who ask you out are breast fetishists.

"Yeah," Neil answers you, "maybe if I weren't ugly. And maybe if you weren't such a cold fish, Kendra. Come on in before the food gets cold."

He steps out of your way and you walk into his house. His head turns to follow you as you head back for the kitchen. Is it your imagination or did he just check out your tits? Ah, it's probably nothing. "I need the baking dish from the tuna steak last night. And you'd better have washed it, because Mom's about ready to go nuclear on you."

"I gave it a lick and a promise," Neil says.

"It's still filthy, isn't it?"

"I'm too sexy to do chores."

You give him a little snort of laughter. "Dammit, but you're worthless." He follows you into his kitchen, and you drop the casserole dish on the table. "Tell me you at least have a clean plate and a clean fork."

He waves a hand at the cabinets. "Check and see for yourself."

"Maybe I'd better," you say, and head that direction. "Do you need me to show you how to operate the dishwasher before I go?"

Neil usually lives better than this. His wife Bethany does most of the useful stuff around the house. But she's in southern Mexico, doing field research for her Master's thesis, and she'll be gone for about six more weeks. You still live at home with Mom and Dad, so you've been delegated to do a lot of housewife chores for Neil until Bethany gets back.

What the hell. You'll turn twenty-one this coming fall, and that's when you and Jessica mean to get a place together. You're a tough girl, you can wait that long.

When Bethany's gone, Neil's really on his own. They have this tiny starter house with one bedroom, and they have no kids. Neil admitted once that his sperm count was too low to conceive. You think that's kind of sad, because the two of them would make great parents. But with Bethany so far away, it's probably a good thing there are no children. Neil could never take care of them without a woman around the house.

Sure enough, Neil has clean cutlery waiting in the cupboard. "Yeah, you have enough to get you by. I'd better get out of here." You turn around and yelp with fear. Neil's standing right in your face. "Jesus," you sigh, putting a hand on your breast to calm your rushing heart. "I didn't hear you coming up behind me."

"It's okay, Princess," he says. "I don't want to scare you or anything. Can you stay for a few minutes?"

"Not really." Your brother is standing right in your space. You can feel his hot breath on your forehead. "I promised Jessica and Dawn we could go see the new chick flick at the multiplex tonight."

"Come on, Kendra," he begs, making a sad puppy-dog face. "I'm lonely. I need a friend tonight."

You start to feel a little sisterly sympathy for him, but then he steps even closer. He's got you backed against the lip of counter, and he leans his face in so you have to bend backward away from him. This is starting to creep you out. "Jessica and Dawn are waiting on me. They'll worry if I don't show up." You slide sideways against the counter to get away.

He puts a hand on your cheek and starts to draw light circles with his fingertips. "Please, Kendra. Please."

The hand on your cheek is connected to a thick arm that's definitely stronger than you are, so you can't escape that way. And if you go the other way you'll smack into the refrigerator. The only way out of this scary situation is to talk your way past Neil. "Listen to me," you say. "You have friends, people at work--"

"People at work," he sneers. "A bunch of muscle-heads whose greatest accomplishment is slamming down six whole beers without having to run to the john. No, Kendra, I've never been able to talk to another human being the way I can talk to you. Not even Bethany." He looks deep in your eyes. He takes several deep husky breaths, and the hand petting your cheek starts to tremble. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Then don't," you tell him. "Stop this while you still can."

Your brother answers by putting both hands flat on your cheeks and kissing you hard on the lips. Your eyes are wide with shock. His tongue licks out of his mouth and pushes between your lips, sliding over your teeth, exploring your mouth. You're too scared to breathe. His tongue is thick and tough, and his jaw works up and down while he's kissing you. Your mind races, trying to figure out what to do, but it's like your body isn't responding. All you can do is stand there, rigid as a board, while your brother kisses you like a long-lost lover. Or like a whore in the bathroom of a public park.

After what seems like several hours he breaks the kiss and lifts his face off yours. He still holds your face in his hands. You feel a single tear running down the corner of your nose, and he leans in and licks the tear away. Your heart is pounding furiously against your ribs.

Neil smiles at you. "Now you can't tell me you don't feel anything when I do that."

His words break whatever spell it was he had over you. You raise your leg and kick at his package. The kick misses, but your foot connects with his kneecap. He bawls in pain, and he takes his hands off you and stumbles back several paces. You turn and sprint for the door.

Neil catches up with you in the living room and wraps both arms around your waist, lifting you up off the ground. "Please, Kendra," he begs, while you swing your arms and legs in a vain attempt to hit him. "I need you to be here with me tonight. I need you to be my Princess."

After a moment you stop struggling, because it's doing no good. He sets you down, and you whirl around and slap him across the face. "Grow up, Neil," you say, and you reach out to slap him back the other way.

He catches your hand in his and yanks. You whirl into the wall with such force that you feel the drywall flex under the impact. You fall down and smack your forehead on the hardwood floor. White flowers dance in front of your eyes, and you can't make your arms and legs move.

Your brother scoops you up with both arms and places you gently on the couch. "I told you, Kendra, I don't want to hurt you." He reaches down, grabs your blouse in both hands, and rips. Buttons go flying. His hands begin to glide over your breasts, but you're too dazed to resist. Finally he slips his hands up under the cups of your bra and pushes them up, exposing the skin of your breasts. His thumbs trace broad lazy circles around your nipples.

"Neil, please," you whimper. "I'm your sister. Don't do this."

"I have to," he says, as he leans his face into your cleavage.

"No," you whisper. "You don't have to." Your voice sounds so feeble, even to yourself.

"I need this," he moans, nuzzling his face into your breasts. "I've wanted you since you were eleven years old. You're so beautiful..." He begins licking and sucking at your right nipple.

"I'm not beautiful," you tell him.

He bites gently at your nipple before he answers. "Yes you are. You're the most attractive woman on the face of the earth."

"Bethany is much more beautiful than I am. What are you going to tell your wife?" Your strength is starting to return, but you know you'll never be able to fight Neil. "How are you going to tell her you've been unfaithful, and with your own sister?"

"This will be our little secret."

And you know it will be. Neil is the firstborn, so he's Mom and Dad's favorite. If you try to tell, they'll turn their backs on you. Maybe you can tell the cops, but then the whole damn world will find out about you and your brother, and his sick, unnatural lusts.

And what happens if it goes to trial, and somebody testifies about the sexual banter between you two? Everyone will think you wanted this. The whole world will think you lust after your own brother. No, he's right. This will have to be your little secret.


You've wondered what your first time would be like. You've been saving yourself for the man who will always be there. Dawn and Jessica have tried to persuade you not to be so snobbish, but you've been willing to wait. And now it looks like all your waiting was for nothing, because your brother can't control his urges when Bethany isn't around.

Neil climbs on top of you, pinning you to the couch. His knees straddle your thighs. He reaches down and begins stroking your hips through your jeans. His erection pokes out through his pajama pants, and you realize that's why he came to the door dressed like he did. He planned this. And you walked right into his sick trap. 

"Oh, God, Kendra," he moans. "Oh, God, your body is so perfect. I love you so much, Kendra." His face is bright red and he shakes all over with his pent-up lust. "You're the only woman I've ever really loved."

His curious hands slide underneath you. He slips his fingertips into your back pockets and cups your buttocks in both hands as he buries his face in your belly and starts licking and kissing. His crotch begins slowly grinding against yours, getting faster little by little, dry-humping you. His hands on your ass, his mouth on your belly, his penis at your crotch. He's being awfully slow and thorough in exploring your body. He seems afraid to rush things. Then it hits you--he thinks this is foreplay! The bastard thinks this is romantic! You feel so small and helpless under your brother's weight.

Then your body starts to betray you. You feel yourself getting wet between your thighs. This can't be happening, you think. This man is your rapist. This rapist is your brother. Your body can't want to have sex with him. He dry-humps you with greater and greater ferocity, moaning and kissing and cupping you all at the same time. Your blood rushes out of your head and into your vagina. You are wracked with lust and hatred at the same time.

And all at once, Neil stops moving. His hands go still, the dry-humping stops, and he lifts his head in ecstasy. You have wondered what it looks like when a man comes, and now you know.

Your own orgasm follows a few moments later. You've never hated yourself more.

Suddenly limp and spent, Neil collapses on you. His breathing slows down, and he looks sleepy. He's still on top of you, so you can't get away. He lifts one hand up and begins caressing your shoulder. Sick as this whole situation is, you have to admit his gentle strokes feel good. And though you feel like Neil's dirty whore, at least he didn't actually rape you. Your self-respect is gone, but your virginity is intact.

You have no idea how long he lies on top of you. He has your arm pinned, so you can't even check your watch. Jessica and Dawn must be worried. Neil doesn't even do you the dignity of falling asleep. He lies there with his face pressed into your breast and his hand stroking you. He must outweigh you by seventy-five pounds. Your legs start to fall asleep.

Finally he lifts his face and looks at you. "That was exquisite," he whispers. "I've never felt closer to anybody than I do right now."

You don't answer him. You feel like you're going to be sick in your own hair.

"We were meant to make love," he whispers. "We came from one flesh, and we were destined to become one flesh again. I never want this moment to end. You are so perfect, Kendra. You're my perfect Princess. I love you so much."

You can't help but look down at yourself. You don't know what this "perfect" stuff is about. You have a chubby belly and oversized jugs. You're not ugly, you're just ordinary. His wife is much prettier than you are. But he has his mind made up that you're perfect. You can't help but wonder how long he's nursed the fantasy of having his only sister.

"Tell me you feel the same way," he pleads. "Tell me you love me?"

You lift your free arm and stroke his face. "Of course I do," you tell him. "This is the best evening of my life."

Any lie will do, no matter how disgusting, if that's what it takes to make him get up and let you leave. You're going to have to find a way to convince Mom not to make you bring him dinner any more. How are you going to do that without revealing what happened here? Well, you'd better get busy thinking of a reason.

Neil kisses your breast and sits up, still straddling your body. "Oh, Kendra. I can't tell you how it feels to hear you say that. I'm the luckiest man in the world, to be able to love a woman like you. Listen, I have an idea." He leans in close to your face like he's going to let you in on a conspiracy. "This will have to be our secret, nobody but you and I can ever know. But it doesn't have to end. We can be secret lovers."

"No," you say.

"Sure we can," he says. He's getting more and more excited as he talks. "We just have to be careful, that's all. Wouldn't it be great if we could be together all day, every day?"

"We can't," you tell him. "Your wife will find out."

"Forget about Bethany. I could leave her. I don't love her, you know."

"Yes you do."

"No, Kendra," Neil gushes, giddy as a little boy with a first crush. "You're the only one I've ever loved, ever since we were small. You and I, we could get an apartment together, like a normal brother and sister. No one would ever have to find out."

Then before you can respond your brother leans down and kisses you again. He pulls his fingers through your hair and grinds his chest against your breasts. His tongue probes your mouth again, aggressive as ever. "I love you," he gasps through the kiss, "I need you, you are the only one for me, please stay with me forever." He kisses your eyes. He sucks your earlobes. He licks and kisses at your chin. He snuffles like a pig in heat.

You just lie limp underneath him as he tries to make out with you. You're not strong enough to fight back, but you won't reward him for this behavior. It might be over faster if you just give him what he wants, but you won't do that. He's stolen your self-respect, you won't let him steal your honor too.

His kisses and caresses move down your body. He puts his mouth around your nipple and sucks like a baby. One hand slips under the waistband of your jeans and traces circles on your naked buttocks. The other hand reaches down and rubs between your thighs. You can't help yourself--you begin to get wet again. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to separate from your body.

Your brother unbuttons your jeans and begins zipping down your fly. Now you finally respond. You grab his wrists in your hands and hold them tight. "Don't do that, Neil," you beg him. "Not yet. I'm still a virgin."

His eyes get wide and twinkle. "Really?" His mouth opens into the widest smile you've ever seen. "I knew you were the one! You've been saving yourself for me! You're my perfect spotless Princess! Oh, Kendra, I love you so much!"

"No," you say, "I haven't been--" But then he breaks your grip and you realize there's no point in arguing. Your brother thinks you're his Princess, and you're not strong enough to do anything about it.

Maybe if you'd worn nasty white cotton granny panties, that might have slowed Neil down. But you had to wear the comfy silky ones, which are now soaked through. Neil is like a kid on Christmas morning as he pulls down first your jeans, then your panties. You look down at your thick thighs, your chubby belly. The tip of his erection is poking out of his pants, soaked with his sperm. It should never have been like this.

The head of his penis sticks into your vagina briefly. He stretches himself back up to kiss you, and as his tongue penetrates your lips his penis penetrates your virginity. You've never felt such pain as when he tears through you. It's tearing you in two. Surely his penis is poking out through your spine. He just lies there for a moment, his tongue and his penis both inside your body. 

Then he begins to move, the same slow grinding you felt a few minutes ago. But this time you feel it moving in and out between your thighs. He kisses you and kisses you, twiddling your nipples and stroking your hair. The grinding picks up speed. You can't breathe under his weight. His penis is so huge.

Then he goes rigid. He makes that face again. He bucks up and down on you as he shoots his sperm into your body. And you can't stop your vagina from clenching around him and squeezing him for all he's worth. You moan, and hate yourself. He calls out "Kendra! Thank you so much! My Princess! I love you! Oh Kendra!"

When it's over, he collapses on you without even pulling himself out of your body. He still has you trapped. And unless you can persuade Mom not to make you come back here, he will have you trapped over and over again. His semen is inside your womb. Your virgin blood is on his couch. His head is nestled between your breasts.

He drifts off to sleep, with his penis still inside your body.

You stare at the ceiling, and the tears start to flow.

Darkness falls slowly outside the window of your brother's house.

Is this what it's like to be a Princess?

You'll never feel normal or safe again.

END 



Big Brother No More



It was the summer holidays and I was home from college after my sophomore year. During the week I worked at the local hunting and camping store in the small country town where I lived in upper Michigan. But today was Saturday, so I was just lounging around watching sports on some cable network, when I heard a knock on the front door. Mom and dad were out for the morning with my younger brother and sister and they wouldn't knock. So I got up to answer the door. I turned the doorknob and swung the door open. Standing on our front patio was a girl, a beautiful girl at that. It was Ivy one of my longest and closest friends. We had known each other since kindergarten so I opened the screen door and let her in. 

Ivy was crying hysterically, and I immediately noticed that the right side of her face was very swollen and bright red. I sat her down on our couch and asked her what had happened to her. 

"Stu, it was Graham. He did this." She managed to get out in between sobs. Graham was her asshole boyfriend.

"What the hell did he do that for the bastard?" I asked as I got up and grabbed a sports cold pack from the fridge to use to try and keep the swelling down. 

"Thanks." She said, before she continued her story. "Well we were having a picnic in the park on the edge of town, and we were you know kissing and stuff. But Graham started to get a bit too rough and tried to put his hand down my shorts. I slapped his hand away. So he tried it again. And I slapped him away again. I tried to get up but he was holding me down, so I slapped him across his face. That's when he punched me. I blacked out for a few minutes when I came to he had left. I didn't know what to do so I came here." 

"Damn that low life bastard to hell." I said. "We need to call the cops. He assaulted you Ivy, he needs to pay." I added. 

"No I don't want the hassle." She replied. 

"Ivy, I know you think you love him, but the guy is an A-grade asshole." I stated. 

"Stu I don't need an argument right now. I just need someone to hold me." She said to me, as she looked at me. Her blood shot, pain filled eyes stared at me, called out to me. So I sat down beside her on the couch and hugged her gently. 

We sat there in each other's arms until there was another knock on the door. I let go of Ivy and walked over to the door and opened it. I was her boyfriend Graham. The jerk that had just punched Ivy in the face. Before I knew it I had punched him twice in the face. Blood burst from his nose as he crumpled to the ground. 

"Piss off Graham, we don't want you around here." I said from the doorway. 

Graham picked himself up off of the deck of the patio. "You can keep the little whore. You'll pay for this Stuart, I'll see to it that you do." He screamed at me through his hand that was trying to stem the flow of blood from his nose. 

"Dude, I'm not scared of some guy who hits girls, you pussy. Now piss off." I said to him before I slammed the door shut. "Asshole." I said as I returned to Ivy, flexing the hand I had used to punch him. I wiped the blood off of it onto my shirt. 

It didn't take long for Graham to get the cops involved, but the guy was not a genius, as he should have remembered that I was studying Law at college. In my mind I went through the half dozen or so defences I could use against the assault charge he was going to try and bring against me. It was only half an hour later that the Police showed up. Being a small town I new both of the Sheriff's Deputies. They asked what had happened to Graham, who had gone to hospital with a broken nose. So I let them in and showed them Ivy, whom they new as well. She explained to them what Graham did to her. It was enough for them and they said they would not be laying any charges, but they would be talking to Graham. 

They had only just walked out the front door when my mom and dad burst through the door. "Stuart James. What is going on here." Mom exclaimed loudly, she always used my middle name when she was mad at me. 

"Mom settle down." I said trying to calm her. "It wasn't me. It's Ivy." I added, pointing to the living room. Mom dropped the shopping bag she was carrying and ran into the living room. Ivy was like a daughter to them, so after finding out what had happened they were quite angry. That was until I told them what I did to Graham. Dad gave me a slap on the shoulder and a 'well done', mom said that it was good that I protected Ivy, but violence doesn't solve everything. I agreed with her. Normally I was peaceful as a rabbit. But if you harm or threaten my family and friends then that cute little rabbit turns into a wolf. 

By this time Ivy had calmed down and asked to be taken home. She had come here in her own little car, so I offered to drive her home and then walk back. Ivy accepted and we spent the five-minute drive to her house in silence, I just couldn't find the words to say. As I pulled in to the driveway of her home her parents were already waiting at their front door. Mom or dad must have called them and told them what had happened. I got out and handed the keys to Ivy and walked her to her front door. 

"I here we owe you our gratitude, Stu." Said her dad ushering us both inside. 

"It was nothing. I was glad to help Ivy when she needed it." I replied. 

"Did the cops give to any hassles?" he asked.

"All they had to do was see her face and hear her story and they decided not to press charges." I told him. 

"That's good. Now do you need a lift home?" he asked.

"Oh, no that's alright. I need some fresh air and time to wind down." I said. It was only a mile or so back to my place. 

"Okay then. And Thanks again for everything you did for my little darling." Said her father as he gave her a little hug. 

"Not a problem. I'll see you later Ivy." I said heading for the door. 

Ivy followed me to the door and said, "Thanks for today Stu. You know you're like a big brother to me" as she kissed me on my cheek. 

I just smiled at her, turned around and walked down her driveway to the sidewalk. There I turned around to she were waving goodbye to me, so I waved back. Oh man! I said to my self, as I rubbed my face in my hands. I had always harboured a secret crush on her, since, like always. I'm sure she knew, but being the great friends we were decided not to make an issues out of it, that and she knew that I would never make a fool of myself by asking her out. 

I was walking down the tree-lined sidewalk, almost halfway home, lost in my own thoughts about Ivy when I heard the screeching of tires behind me. I turned to look and saw a red SUV speed up and pull up beside me. Three young guys got out. 

"So you think you can beat up our friend for no reason do you." One of them exclaimed. 

"Your bastard friend tried to rape a very close friend of mine, so he was lucky I didn't kill the asshole." I yelled back, pointing my finger in their direction. 

"C'mon guys let's get him." Another member of the trio said before they rushed at me together. 

One, I laid-out with a single punch to his face. The feel of his nose shattering was extremely gratifying. The second I elbowed in the face, before putting a knee into his groin. He collapsed on the ground in agony. The third was much bigger that the other two and got me in a bear hug. I was about to head butt him when I felt a sharp burst of pain at the back of my head then darkness reigned. 

Oh! My head. It hurt so badly. I tried opening my eyes, but I could only see through narrow slits. I felt something warm and soft in my hands. I moved my thumb and found out it was a hand. "Mom?" I called out into the haze. 

"No it's me Ivy." Came back the reply in a seemingly ethereal voice. Was I dreaming, or what, why would Ivy be holding my hand? I asked myself. I heard movement, shoes on carpet and a door open. I heard Ivy call out "Nurse, Nurse he's awake." A nurse, what the hell had happened I couldn't remember a thing, I must be in hospital. 

I tried to sit up, but couldn't. My left arm was heavy and I could only just move it, and my left side hurt like hell. But it was the pain in my head that caused me to get dizzy and drop back down on my pillows with a thud. I heard the nurse come rushing in with Ivy. "Stuart dear can you hear me?" she asked.

"Yes, but I can't see to well though." I replied. 

"That's just the swelling around your face. You had a rough time lately. Do you know what day it is?" she asked. 

"Saturday I think." I answered back. 

"Sorry, it's Monday afternoon. You've been out for almost two whole days." She said. 

"What happened?" I asked. 

It was Ivy who responded. "After you left my place you were jumped by Graham and his buddies. He hit you over the head with a golf club, then they all kicked you while you were unconscious until Mr Reddaker came out of his house with his gun and scared them off. He called the paramedics and the cops. Mom and dad were taking me to the doctor when we drove past you being loaded into the ambulance. So we followed it to the hospital where we called your parents." 

All I could say was, "are you alright?" I could hear her crying. 

"Yes. But all this is my fault. If you didn't try to protect me, you wouldn't be here now." She said in between sobs. 

The nurse had stuck a thermometer in my mouth but I tried to speak anyway. "No, no." I said. "I'd do it again if I had to. Graham is an asshole and will always be an asshole. Ivy you have to know that I would die for you right." I added. I felt her let go of my hand and heard her run out of the room. "Ivy, Ivy." I called out after her. 

"She's gone Stuart." Said the nurse. "She must be a very special friend?" she asked. 

"Yes. Yes she is, since we were kids." I replied. 

"Just rest Stuart. I'm about to give you a pain killer to help with the pain, okay." She said as she injected a dose of painkillers into my drip. I just simply nodded my head. Tears welled up in my swollen eyes before I quickly nodded off to sleep. 

I vaguely remember hearing my parents, my younger brother Rob and younger sister Alice in the room at various times over the next few days as I drifted in and out of drug induced consciousness. I don't ever recall hearing a doctor; one must have checked me out because I was on lower doses of painkillers and I could sit up for short periods of time without feeling like my side was about to split open. Apparently I had three cracked ribs to go with my broken arm, severe concussion and skull fracture. I suppose I was lucky to be alive. But I missed Ivy being around, but apparently she felt so bad about what had happened that she wouldn't come back to see me. I still don't remember much about my stay in hospital except for one night. An hour after dinner was bath time. Because of my injuries it was decided that the nurses would give me a sponge bath, so I didn't strain myself too much. Little did they know what strain they put me under. I usually had two nurses wash me. One was a large and elderly woman who made me wash my privates myself. The other was a slightly attractive lady who looked to be in her early 40's, but she had a gentle touch, and every time she washed my dick and balls It took every ounce of my strength not to go hard n front of her. But this night it was a different nurse who wheeled her trolley into the room. From what I could see of her, as my eyes were still swollen, and I couldn't see out of them clearly yet, she was young and attractive. 

She started by leaning me forward and cleaning my back and sides. After laying me back down she washed my face, shoulders, chest and stomach. Then for some strange reason she washed my legs next. I wondered if she was like the prudish old woman who made me clean myself. But no she had left my crotch till last. She must not have been too impressed by the sight of my lifeless dick when she started to wipe my balls with the wet sponge. I had a surprise in stall for her. I'm one of those guys whose dicks are quite small when they are flaccid, but fairly large when erect. The soft caress of her hands over my dick was just too much to bear. I had been holding onto it for nearly a week, so I let go and my dick turned into a raging hard-on. 

"Ohh my!!!" exclaimed the nurse. "You are big." And so I was, at over 7in long and two wide. She immediately covered her hand in the liquid soap from the dispenser and returned it to my rigid pole. 'No she couldn't be.' I thought to myself. But before I had time to consider the answer she started to rub her clenched hand up and down my erect dick. 

The combination of the lubrication of the foamy soap and her soft touch over the head of my dick caused me to groan loudly. On and on she pumped until her hand was flying up and down the length of my twitching dick. It was all too much and I climaxed quickly. A geyser of my molten come shot out of the head of my dick and landed on my stomach, after a few smaller ejections, it stopped flowing altogether. The nurse pumped a few more times, pulled her hands away and picked up the sponge. After cleaning some of my come off of her hands she wiped the gobs of come off of my stomach and dried it again. Without saying a word she covered me up with my blanket and left the room. I lay there for a few moments, stunned at the nurse's actions, but more than satisfied with the results. I fell asleep with a smile on my face. 

I was in hospital for another four days, to make sure the swelling in my brain had gone away. I felt much better and could drag myself around the ward for a while each day. Mainly to keep myself occupied, but also in the vain hope of seeing that nurse again. However, I never did. That was until the day of my release from hospital. Dad was wheeling me to our car when a blonde nurse stopped him. She was quite thin, and had small pointy breasts poking out of her tight nurses uniform. I couldn't quite figure out who she was until she placed her hand on my arm and bent down and kissed me on the cheek. It was her. "Don't forget me." She whispered in my ear before standing up straight. 

"Gee Stu, you seemed to have made an impression around here haven't you?" stated my dad. I turned my head to watch her as she walked down the hospital corridor, her ass swinging like an erotic pendulum. Then she vanished around a corner. No I would not forget her easily, it was my first real sexual contact with a woman. 

The doctors had told me that it was going to take at least two months to heal properly so I wasn't to go back to work. So I spent day after day reading books, watching TV, playing video games and walking around the block to regain my fitness. I loved the outdoors and all this staying inside was driving me nuts, but I wasn't allowed to do anything physical yet. 

One night dad and mom went out with some friends to dinner and my brother Rob was staying over at a friend's house for a few days, which just left my little sister Alice who was ten and I at home. 

"What about Alice?" I said "I can't look after her." Playing the cripple card. The last thing I wanted to do was baby-sit my sister. 

"Oh that's okay Stuart." Said my mom. "We've got Ivy coming over to baby-sit the both of you."

"Oh." I replied. Ivy. I had thought about her every day. She had stopped by a couple of times in the last few weeks to see how I was going, but did not stay long. The image of me lying there wrapped in bandages on the hospital bed still plagued her. 

"Night Stuart, night Alice." Called out my parents. 

"Night mom!!" called out my little sister from the top of the staircase. I didn't answer, my head was a muddle of thoughts about Ivy. I missed her. I missed her like I never had before. 

Ivy arrived half an hour later. She had come straight from her day job as an administrative assistant for the local real-estate agent. She walked in wearing a white ladies business shirt, a tight black dress that hugged her every curve and fell past her knees. She must have already taken her work shoes off because she came in barefoot, clad in only her stockings. 

"Hi Stu." she said as she walked past the living room and back into the kitchen carrying the steaming pizza's she had in her hands. "Alice, vegetarian pizza." She called out to my little sister who was still up in her room. Alice quickly ran down stairs threw several pieces of pizza on a plate and went back to her room. She was a little made that she had to have a babysitter. 

"What's wrong with her tonight?" asked Ivy. 

"You are." I replied. 

"Me?" said Ivy as she brought me a plate full of pizza and a drink.

"Yeah she is going through a stage where she thinks she is old enough not to have a babysitter at all." I replied. 

"Good luck!!" exclaimed Ivy.

"Yeah. But I'm glad you're here though." I said tenderly. 

"Really?" questioned Ivy.

"Yeah, really." I replied back. There was an awkward silence for a moment, so I chose to add a touch of humour and said "Cause, that means I don't have to look after her majesty up there." Ivy laughed at that and punched me lightly in the shoulder. It was the side that I was injured on, but it didn't hurt, so I play acted. "Ohh oww!!, that hurt." I said as I rubbed the pretend sore spot. 

"I'm so sorry Stu. Did I hurt your broken arm?" she asked as she stepped over to have a look, concerned that she had actually caused me pain. 

"No, not really." I said with a cheeky grin. 

"Ohh you!!" she said as she punched that same spot again. 

We both broke out in laughter; the tension between us had vanished. We were best of friends again; life was back to normal. After our dinner Ivy went upstairs to send Alice to bed. We didn't really care what she did up there, except the light had to be off and she couldn't make any noise. 

By the time Ivy had come back down stairs, I had found a movie to watch "Killer Zombies From the Tenth Dimension". It was a crap C-grade movie but it was full of hilarious one-liners, so I enjoyed watching it every now and again. She sat down next to me and started to watch the movie. 

After about 15 minutes she slid down the couch and put her head in my lap and dozed off. I rested my good arm on hers and began to gently brush my fingers over her exposed arm. Her skin rippled at my touch. I had remembered that she liked this; it was our special thing, which had previously meant nothing. Now it was packed full of meaning and emotions. I had continued to brush my fingertips across her skin for a while longer when she spoke softly and said, "Mmm, feels good." So I continued. 

But it wasn't long before the sight of her cleavage and the soft touch of her breast on my leg caused my dick to rise a little and twitch a few times. I cringed in fear that Ivy had felt that movement. At first it seemed like I had gotten away with it as I willed my dick to return to its flaccid state. The last thing I wanted was to cause an embarrassing moment between us. Even though we had swum together naked many times when we were children she had not seen my dick since I was six. It had grown since then. But then Ivy slid off the couch and onto her knees. She crawled the few feet to my legs, which she used to lever herself up onto her knees. She then pushed my legs open and moved between them and reached out for my shorts. 

"Ivy!!" I exclaimed. 

"What!!" Was her cheeky reply. 

"You can't do that here. What about Alice?" I said, shocked at what I knew she was trying to do. Don't get me wrong I was hoping she would keep going, but I didn't want my little sister barging in on us. 

"Oh don't worry. The stairs make so much noise that you could hear her from a mile away." She replied as she undid my belt and threw it on the floor. 

I couldn't believe it; Ivy was actually going to go through with it. Maybe life hadn't got back to normal. In fact I think it had moved well into the region of surrealism, as Ivy proceeded to pull my shorts down to my ankles. My dick had woken up to the reality of what was happening and started to rise. Soon its head poked out from the opening in my boxers. Ivy stared at it for a moment before she reached out and touched its head. She obviously hadn't seen a man's dick up close and personal like this before. From there she reached further into my boxers and grabbed my huge hairy balls, which she rolled around in her hand a couple of times. Holy crap that felt good. My dick grew a bit more, but it wasn't fully erect yet. 




Big Brother No More



I scooted down a little further so that Ivy could have better access to my dick and balls. She seemed to be a little disappointed by the size it was at the moment. So I decided to take charge and grabbed my dick in my hand and began to jerk myself off in front of Ivy's face. My dick quickly grew to its full size. 

"Ooooo!!" exclaimed Ivy as her hand replaced mine. 

Ivy proved to be quite adept at giving a hand job, but I wanted more, so I suggested she kiss it. And to my surprise she did. All along my hardened shaft she planted soft wet kisses. I was loving it. It did not take long for her to add her tongue to the fray. She pulled out my balls and started to suck on them as she stroke my throbbing dick. I didn't know how much more I could take of this. For being an oral sex virgin Ivy was extremely gifted in it. She left my balls soaked in her saliva and returned her attention to my dick. This time she shoved in into her mouth and tried to take me all the way down her throat, but she gagged. So she changed her actions to that of bobbing her head up and down my rigid shaft. Every time she pulled back she would wrap her tongue around the head of my dick and suck it. Pre-come began oozing out of the tip of my dick and she lapped at it eagerly, tasting its slightly salty flavour for the first time. Ivy had obviously brushed her teeth after dinner, because I could feel the heat of the mint on my dick as she continued to lick and suck it vigorously. I couldn't hold on for any longer. 

"I'm going to come." I said as I repeatedly thrust my hips forward, forcing my dick deep into her gaping mouth. Then I came. "Ahhhrgg!!" I grunted as the come spewed from the end of my dick and into her mouth. She tried to swallow it all but failed as some of it overflowed past her lips and onto her chin. I wiped it off with a finger. She took it into her mouth and sucked it off by pumping it in and out, just like she had just done with my dick. The sight and feel of her sucking on my finger caused my experience a mini climax as a single wad of come shot out and landed on her face. Ivy started to laugh as she wiped his last load off of her face and put it in her mouth. "Shh!" I whispered, "You'll wake up Alice." Ivy solved this problem by returning to my dick and licking it clean of any residual come that was dripping down my still erect dick. When she had finished she stood up and went to the downstairs bathroom to finish cleaning herself up. When she returned I had pulled up my pants, but had forgotten to put my belt on. She sat down next to me and leaned over and kissed me on the lips, I could still taste my come on her lips, and it was a new experience for me too. 

Several hours later my parents would return to find us asleep on the couch, with Ivy using my good shoulder as a pillow. The click of the front door being closed woke us up. We both got up groggily, but with a mischievous look on our faces. My father didn't really notice anything untoward, except that Ivy's hair was a little messed up. But mom spotted my belt lying on the floor of the living room. 

"What's you belt doing on the floor?" she asked. If there was one thing my mom was a stickler for it was not leaving articles of clothing lying around the house. 

"Oh that!" I said. "Oh um, that was because I ate so much pizza that I had to loosen my shorts by taking my belt off. Yep I remember now. That was why." I replied hoping to send my mother off the trail of what had really happened in their living room that night. 

"Well go and pick it up right this minute." She ordered. 

"Okay mom." I said obediently and immediately retrieved my belt from the floor. 

"Well Ivy thanks for looking after the two of them," said my father. 

"Oh it was nothing, glad to help. But Alice was a little darling, it was Stuart that was the handful." She said without batting an eyelid. 

My dad pulled out his wallet and extracted a fifty and tried to give it to Ivy. 

"No, I don't need it. This one was a freebie. Maybe next time I will want something in return for my work." Ivy said. I was biting my tongue the whole time, trying not to crack up laughing in font of my parents. 

"Okay, only this time. Next time we'll make Stu here pay you back, if he was such a nuisance tonight." Replied my mother innocently. 

That was enough; I had to get Ivy out of there fast before we both lost it. I walked her to the front door and said goodbye. As she stepped through the doorway it was my turn to say thanks. When I went to bed that night I jerked off to the memory of what Ivy had done to me. 

Ivy would stop by after work more often now, but we never got up to anything, we just enjoyed each other's company. After the time was up my cast was removed. X-ray's of my arm, ribs and head showed that I had recovered very well from my bashing. So I started going out for walks into the forest that surrounded our small town and into the nearby hills. I was an avid amateur wildlife photographer so I took my digital camera out with me. Carrying all the extra lenses, batteries and memory cards was a pain, but it was worth it in the end. 

After walking in the forest for a couple of hours I decided that I needed a break, so I headed up the trail that I knew led to a small lake. I would have lunch there. I might also be able to get some good pictures as well. Little did I know that I was about to get much more that that. 

As I crested the top of the hill I saw the bright blue lake below me. It was a warm day so I considered having a swim as well. I looked out over the lake and saw someone on the edge of the far side. So I pulled out my camera, and attached a zoom lens on it. I zoomed right in so I could make out her features. It was a young woman with large breasts and long flowing sandy coloured hair. The woman stepped out of a pair of loose fitting shorts and placed them on her towel with her other clothes. She was wearing a very small white bikini. She looked up and Ivy's face filled my lens. So I snapped several pictures of her wading into the water. In one photo you could clearly see the camel-toe trying to push through her bikini bottoms. 

I had to get down there. So I crossed over to the other path that led to the opposite side of the lake. I was surprised to see that we had the lake to ourselves. Normally, there would have been small groups of kids and teenagers everywhere. But the lake was eerily quiet, except for the splashing noises Ivy made as she was swimming around. 

She didn't see me approach so I manage to snap some more pictures of her duck diving; they showed her plump ass poking out of the water into the sky. She must have been doing a handstand because she kicked her legs straight up and then did the splits in the air. It was a beautiful shot and I took it. He white bikini was wet and had become see through, so her puffy mound was clearly visible in the picture. There was a dark patch above her mound, so I figured she had bush. I walked out of the trees and onto the sandy beach, where I undid the laces of my hiking boots and promptly took them off. The hot sand under my feet felt good. 

Ivy had surfaced and seen it was me. "Oh! It's you Stu. I thought it was some perv out in the woods spying on girls." She said teasingly. 

"You could still be right you know." I said as I sat down on the sand beside her towel and packed my camera away. I pulled out a towel I had packed in my rucksack and laid it out on the sand next to hers. I took off my shirt and used it as a pillow. I stared up at the sky, watching the clouds roll by when I felt the splatter of water over me. Ivy was shaking her head, like a dog and her hair was flying everywhere. Satisfied, she shook the sand of her towel and placed it horizontally to mine. 

'What was she doing?' I though to myself. As I leant back on my arms, watching her every move. She got on her knees and bent down. Oh my goodness she was going to do it to me again!! My brain raced at the thought. But I should have been so lucky. Instead she placed her head on my stomach and used it as a pillow. "You know Stu, this is quite comfy actually." She said as she put on her sunglasses and looked up into the sky. 

"So I've been told." I said then I looked over at her, and her see through bikini. The sight of her puffy pink nipples and dark mound was almost unbearable. I felt like reaching down and grabbing them, but resisted the urge. So I closed my eyes and put my head back and snoozed. 

Every time Ivy moved her head my stomach jiggled. At 6ft and 250 pounds I a big guy, but most of it is muscle from all the manual labour I had done, except for my belly, which is a little flabby. We just lay there silently together, just two friends enjoying each other's company. When Ivy spoke up. "Stu?" she asked. 

"Yeah" I replied. 

"Did you take pictures of me before?" she asked. 

"Yep." I answered back. 

"Do you want to take more?" she put forward. 

At this I sat up and looked down at her. "Hell yeah!!" I exclaimed. She laughed at my reaction and sat up herself. 

"Well they have to be nice pictures, not all slutty like you see in the magazines." She said. 

"I wouldn't have it any other way Ivy." I replied. 

"Good that's settled then." She said as she stood up in front of me. By now her bikini had dried and to my dismay was no longer see through as her snatch stared me in the face. She reached down and grabbed my hands and helped pull me to my feet. 

I quickly grabbed my camera out of my bag, changed to the right lens and said, "Right where do you want to begin?" 

"How about here for now, then we'll move around. Okay?" said Ivy repositioning herself onto her towel. 

I just snapped away and let her move and show herself the way she wanted to. We moved from the towel to the edge of the forest and back to the water again. She was hot. Then she stunned me by reaching behind her and pulling her bikini string, letting her top fall to the ground. I furiously snapped pictures of her bare breasts. They were magnificent and huge. It would easily have taken me two hands to cover them completely, and her puffy pink nipples topped those glorious peaks delightfully. It was the first time I had seen a woman's bare breast personally, of course I had seen them in magazines and on TV, but never up live and personal like this. I was suitably impressed. 

She added to my amazement by sliding her bikini bottoms down to her ankles and stepped out of them. He mound jutted out from between her legs it was topped by a triangle of neatly trimmed curly brown hair. I continued taking pictures of this wonderful event like a crazed madman. Never in my life would I have expected a girl to allow me to do this, and what made it more incredible was that it was Ivy who was letting me do it. I kept snapping away at Ivy while she moved into different poses. They were artistic and tasteful, not gapping pussy shots, or her lying in a prone submissive position. She even did a classic Adam & Eve shot where she got a large leaf and held it over her exposed mound, while she covered her breasts with her arm. All this was getting me hard. 

She could see that I was well and truly aroused and suggested we go swimming. So I agreed the cold water would help reduce the swelling in my shorts. She eagerly dived into the water completely naked, I followed still in my shorts. "Ah no." She said waving her finger at me. "Those have to go." She ordered me pointing to my shorts. Well it wasn't like she hadn't seen my dick lately to I walked back onto the beach and took them off. I quickly returned to the water with my dick pointing to the heavens. The water was cold and I yelped as hit the exposed flesh of my dick. 

We swam around and splashed each other like we had all those years ago when we were children. It was great just to let loose and forget about the worries of the world and the painful experiences we had both been through lately. I had just surfaced after a dive when Ivy grabbed me by the arm and pulled me towards her. We stood there shoulder deep in the water and looked deep into each others eyes. 

"You know how I've always treated you like my older brother Stu." She said hesitantly. 

"Yeah." I replied pensively, I didn't know where this was going. 

"Well, I'm sorry." She said. 

"Sorry for what?" I asked. 

"Sorry for treating you like that, and ignoring you." Ivy explained. "Sorry for going out with guys like Graham and Dave. Sorry that because I was out chasing the wrong guys you had to get hurt." She said as she lifted a hand out of the water and ran it through my hair to where the scar from where Graham had hit me with the golf club was. "Sorry that I didn't realise this sooner, rather than later." 

I was missing it. I don't know why. Maybe it was because I was in the cold water, or because I was in the water naked with Ivy, that I couldn't get what she was saying. "Ivy, I don't get what you're saying." I said perplexed at what she was trying to tell me. 

"Stuart, you big lummox I'm trying to tell you I love you. Probably always have, just didn't want to admit it. I know you've always liked me and I respect the way you left me alone to live my life, but were still close enough to me to help when I needed you." She said as tears welled up in her eyes. "I can't forgive myself for putting you into a position where you got hurt." She added as the tears started to stream down her face. 

The situation was just too surreal for me. Here I was 19 years old standing naked in a lake, in the middle of nowhere with the girl I have always longed for saying she loved me. It blew my mind. But I had finally heard what her heart was trying to tell me. I reached up and wiped away the tears from her soft cheeks, which really was a pointless exercise since my hands were wet, however Ivy understood. She took my hand from her face and kissed it softly then placed it on one of her breasts. My eyes widened as I felt the soft pliable breast being pressed into my hand underneath the water. The coolness of the water had caused her nipples to harden significantly. I squeezed one between my fingers and she let out a squeal of pleasure. 

"Stu!!" she said giggling. 

"What?" I replied smiling as I continued to knead her breast. I was enthralled with their texture, they were soft to touch, but firm as well. It was one of the many contradictions of a woman's body I was going to be learning. I ducked my head under the water and took her other breast in my mouth, while I was simultaneously caressing the breast I had in my hand. This lasted until I ran out of breath and surfaced. I sucked in a big gulp of air and returned to her voluptuous breasts. Her hands were rubbing my solid shoulders the entire time I was under. 

Again I surfaced, this time I was greeted with a kiss. A soft peck on the lips, which was soon followed by a longer more passionate one. Our tongues lashed out and flittered around each other. We had embraced each other and our hands did not lay idle while we were kissing each other. My hands were caressing her plush butt cheeks whilst hers roamed around my back and shoulders. The mud of the lake's floor squelched in between out toes as we shifted our weight. 

A little light flicked on in my head. I could repay Ivy for the servicing she gave me not long ago. So I pulled away from her slightly. "Ivy. Float on you back, with your arms out." I ordered. 

"Why?" she asked. 

"Just trust me okay." I replied. 

"Okay." She said as she moved her whole body to the surface. She floated there like a glorious iceberg, with two huge peaks rising over her pointing to the sky. I took hold of one of her feet and spun her around so that her feet were pointing towards me. Then I pulled her towards me, spreading her legs wider as she got closer. Finally I stopped her and let her settle down and get her balance. "Stu, what are you doing?" she asked. 

The only reply I gave her was to bury my tongue into her mound. "Whooaa!!" she shouted as my spread her pussy lips apart and cold water flooded in. The effects of this combination sent a shiver down her body that produced its own set of ripples across the surface of the lake. I had her legs over my shoulders; my nose and mouth were buried deep into her moist mound, at the same time as I reached forward and fondled her breasts. I kept doing this for a time until I realised that her head kept going under water every time she thrust her hips forward, so that my tongue could reach further into her love tunnel. So I stopped and righted her. I simply replaced what my tongue had been doing, with my fingers. I had inserted two fingers into her pussy and was steadily thrusting them in and out, rubbing my fingertips along the inner walls of her pussy as I did so. Ivy wrapped her arms around my shoulders so she didn't sink beneath the surface as I manipulated my fingers around here pussy. She ground her hips over my fingers adding that extra level of contact. 

Our faces were locked together in a passionate kiss when she climaxed. Her warm juices spilled out over my finger and hand and into the cool waters of the lake. "Take me Stu, take me now!! She whispered into my ear as she started nibbling on my earlobe. 

So I lifted her up and began to impale her in my throbbing shaft. I hadn't gone far when I met some resistance. I stopped kissing her and looked her in the eyes and said, "you're still a virgin?" I don't know why I thought she wasn't, but I did. 

"I was waiting for the right person at the right time, which was you, right here, right now." She said softly. "Now finish what you started." She added. 

So I plunged my pole deep inside her in one swift motion. She wailed in delight, as water splashed up into our faces as we resumed our kissing. Her arms hung around my neck and with her legs wrapped around my waist, I had hold of her ass cheeks. I used my hands to control the movement of her hip so that we quickly synchronised our rhythmic thrusting into each other. The mutual pleasure we were gaining from this was incredible but I was getting tired holding her like this, so I carried her out of the water over to our towels, still impaled on my rigid member. 

The towels and sand were blisteringly hot compared to the cool waters of the lake, but we ignored this inconvenience and continued our romp on the beach. I had laid Ivy on her back and draped her legs over my shoulders when I re-entered her ravaged pussy. I started to thrust deeper and deeper into her warm, moist love hole. The muscles of her pussy gripped my dick in a vice like grip and would not let go. As electricity coursed through our nervous system we climaxed together in gooey panting heap. I fell down beside her onto the sand, my dick shining with a mixture of our come coating it, it slowly stopped saluting and became flaccid once more. 

"Wow!!" she exclaimed.

"Wow indeed." I answered back in between laboured breaths. 

We lay there catching our breath for a while before we both went back in the water to get cleaned up. Ivy said we should probably head home soon as it was going to get dark in a couple of hours. So we got dressed and walked back to our cars together. We kissed each other goodbye and went our separate ways. 

When I got home mom asked me if I got some good pictures. "Yeah, a couple of deer, a cardinal and a pair of tits in the trees." I said with a veiled reference to the pictures I had taken of Ivy in the forest. I knew mom would think I was taking about the little brown bird and would miss the aside. I went and showered before dinner to remove the sand that had ended up in all sorts of places. The fun of making love on the beach I suppose. Later that night I would load up all the pictures onto my laptop and viewed them all again, and jerk off to another glorious memory of Ivy and I together. 

It was nearing the time that I had to return to college, I was going to miss Ivy. Ever since the episode and the lake I had thought about college, so I requested for a transfer to a closer college and got it, just so I could be nearer to Ivy. One day Ivy dropped by and said she had good news; no it wasn't that she was pregnant. Her uncle was a lawyer and had decided that we could sue Graham and his buddies for their assault on me and for Graham's assault on Ivy. Six months later it was resolved and the judge handed down a judgement for us and made Graham pay us a combination of $150,000, his buddies had to chip in with $20,000 each. So all up we got $210,000. It made me propose to her instantly. With this money I could finish college and still afford to start a family of my own. We would be married six months after that and moved into a two-bedroom apartment near the college until I graduated. 




Big Brother No More



But before all that happened, Ivy and I spent one more weekend together, when we managed to go camping. I had told my parents that I was going camping alone, so that I could spend more time exploring the forest and she told her parents that she was visiting a friend who lived somewhere else in the state. The plan worked fine and we spent the better part of three days in that tent near the lake making sweet love to each other. It's funny how life works out the crinkles sometimes isn't it. 

THE END.



Big Brother Wants Sister



My mom had been dating this guy for a couple of years now and over the weekend they decided to head for Vegas and get married. I am happy for my mom. She finally has someone who really cares about her and Jason has promised me that he would take good care of her when I leave in the fall for college.

Now for the ugly or handsome part I am not for sure yet. Jason's son Jarrod graduated a few years before I did. He was the captain of our high school football and baseball team's. His dad pressed him into going to college. After a few years he dropped out and leaves for boot camp next month.

Jarrod has the looks of a GQ model. Ruggedly handsome with coal black hair and green eyes, he stands at a whopping six foot six with a washboard stomach and a body that would make any girl ache. 

Now because of the recent nuptials I have to live in the same house with guy every girl at school wanted and most still want. When it comes to our relationship let's just say until today he has never even spoken to me. Well I shouldn't say never, our parents had made us go out with them to eat and bowling and things to get to know each other the first few times we got along real well. We both liked sports and we could talk easily but after a few months he avoided me like I had the plague. 

My twenty first birthday was two weeks ago. Mom and Jason decided to through me a pool party here at the house at the end of the month and told Jarrod to invite a few of his buddies over to have a good time before he has to leave. 

We aren't kids anymore but our parents said they just wanted to have us all here together before we both leave next month. I know that they are trying to get the new 'siblings' to get along but this party was going to be hell.

It's the middle of July, school is out and mom and Jason refused to let me get a job this summer. Stating that I needed to have some fun and not worry about anything, but my upcoming senior year of college in the fall. 

I have spent the last month and a half lounging by the pool with my friends and trying to avoid Jarrod as much as possible. Every time he spoke to me my nipples got hard and my pussy became very wet. 

Today I decided not to call any of my friends to come over, mom and Jason are out of town for the weekend and Jarrod is at his buddies. Having the house all to myself felt wonderful, running around naked not having to talk if I don't want to, and finally being alone is heaven. 

After putting on my new white and silver suit that looked awesome against the tan I had gotten this summer I head to the bar and grab a few bears then mosey out to the pool. Checking myself out in the mirror before walking out the door I am pleased with the way I look. I was for sure mom wasn't going to let me get it for the party but she gave in. I my be twenty-one but she calls the shots in her house. 

An hour into lounging and about 4 beers later I decide to take my top off and try to get rid of my tan lines. A little tipsy I can't get the back of my suit to unlatch.

"Here Kati let me help you." 

Now I may be a little drunk but I know I just heard Jarrod. Looking up there he is standing in front of me in his swimming trunks that are tented out by his cock. 

"What are you doing here? You are supposed to be at Charlies." I ask with my words slurring. 

Laughing Jarrod reach's down and unfastens the clasp on the back of my top. "His mom is sick. So I decided to stay home this weekend with you. You ok with that 'sis'?" 

My God he is so hot. Just looking at him makes me wet. Dripping wet.

"Kati. You ok?" 

"Yeah, you just surprised me. You have never called me sis before."

"Well our parents want us to be close so I might as well call you my sister." Sister, I didn't want to be his sister. Maybe his love slave but not his damned sister.

"Nice tits." Jarrod says sitting next to me in the lounge chair. I had forgotten that my top was now unfastened and hanging between my cleavage.

"Thanks. I think." 

What in the hell is going on here? Jarrod tries to avoid me almost as much as I try to avoid him and now he is here complimenting my boobs.

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Knowing that Kati didn't know he was home he had watched her all morning on the security monitor walking around naked, checking herself out before she went outside. 

Ever since my dad married Kati's mom Julie and they had moved in I had a perpetual hard on. No matter how I tried to avoid her she was always around. Mostly by the pool in one of her damned skimpy bikinis.

As I watched her from my bedroom window in her new suit that didn't leave much to the imagination I saw her take a cold beer bottle and rub it on her pussy. I couldn't take any more. My hand on my 9 inch dick I jacked off to her. Once again.

It was now or never. Our parents are gone and I will be leaving in a few weeks for boot camp and I want to fuck that hot little pussy so bad I can taste it.

Standing right next to her she didn't even notice that I was there until I offered to help her remove her top. Kati was startled when I bent down and unlatched her clasp and even more so when I told her she had nice tits, but holy shit she did. Nice, round, perky with nipples that begged me to suck them.

Sitting in the lounger next to her she finally sat back and pulled the top over her head and tossed it in the pool. This is going to be easier than I thought.

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Two can play at this game. I thought to myself. "Jarrod, don't you think you should take your shorts off? They are looking kinda tight." 

"What?" Jarrod wasn't expecting was that his new little sister to be so willing. 

" Kati, are you sure you want to play this game with your 'brother'?" 

"Why Jarrod, afraid you will lose?" Lose what I wasn't really sure of but it sounded good. 

"What am I going to lose little sister? Are we betting on something?" 

"Sure big brother, you name the stakes."

At this point I was for sure Kati had no idea what she was getting into. "Without touching you I'll bet that I can make you come before you can make me come."

What the hell. Kati thought to herself. "You're on big brother. What do I get if I win?"

"First sis you won't win. I've seen you get yourself off and you don't last very long." Jarrod said smiling remembering watching her a few days after she moved in. 

Kati had just gotten out of the shower and into her room but didn't get her door closed all the way. I could see her squeeze her nipples as she ran her fingers over her clit and shove two no three fingers into her wet cunt. She was the hottest thing I had ever seen. Before I knew it I had my dick in my hands and when she arched her back and shoved her fingers in as far as she could and moaned I gave my dick one last stroke and cummed all over my shirt. 

"No way!" Kati said horrified. 

"Why in the hell would you watch me?"

"Hey it's not my fault if can't close your door all the way." I said laughing. 

"By the way, you have the hottest body I have ever seen. Your tits just asked to be sucked on and your pussy looks as tight and warm it makes me want to fuck you every time I look at you."

Surprised and boldened by his statement I thought it was now or never.

Standing up I locked my thumbs on both sides of my bottoms turned my ass to Jarrod as I slowly bent over and took them off. I could feel his eyes on my ass which only made me hotter. Turning back so Jarrod could see me I slowly started standing back up as I ran my hands up my shapely long tan legs over the front of my pussy up to my very nice tits pinched the nipples then winked at him turned and jumped in the pool.

Holy shit. She may be better at this than I thought. With my hand on my dick it was all I could do to will myself not to grab her and fuck her as she needed never mind not to jack myself off. Although if she thought she could away and cool off by jumping in the pool she was severely mistaken.

I stood untying my trunks when my new little sister did the hottest thing I have ever seen. She swam to the side of the pool tilted her head back and pushed herself up until her foot came up on the side showing me her shaven pussy. Looking up at me smiling she finished getting out of the pool.

"Going somewhere bro?" Saying nothing I dropped my shorts and jumped in. 

Little did she know that I could give her a show, but I would make her cum telling her what I wanted to do to her hot little body. 

Getting out of the pool the same way she had Kati was now looking at my large hard dick the same way I had been looking at her pussy.

"Enjoy the show Kat?" I asked as I pulled my reclining chair close to hers and turned it to face her. Sitting down I took my cock in my hand and stroked the entire 9 inch long length watching her lick her lips.

"Comfy bro? Now tell me what I get if I win and what you want if should win?"

"It's easy Kat, it doesn't really matter who wins because in the end I am going to fuck you. The only pro to winning is the looser has to use her mouth to explore my body." 

"You sound awfully sure of yourself Jarrod." 

"I am." Was the last thing I said to her before I started my seduction.

"Kat, I am going to tell you about the dream I had about you last night, but I don't want you to touch yourself. Can you do that?" 

"Yeah, I think I can control myself." I said a little less confident that I could actually control myself. Just looking at his muscular tan body, with his huge cock standing like flag pole made me lick my lips and want to taste him.

"We will see little sister. It started with you laying by the pool on a hot day with a cold beer bottle in your hand rubbing your pussy with it like it was my dick you were rubbing yourself on." I could see the look in her eyes; she was not embarrassed she was getting hotter knowing that I had been watching her this morning.

"Then I heard you moan my name as your hand slid down the front of your suit to rub your clit. I couldn't take any more so I yelled for you to come in the house that I needed something. With a pissed look on your face you removed your hand and came into the sun room to find me sitting on the couch, naked with my hard cock in my hand."

"No, no... put your hands down. If I can't touch you then you can't touch yourself." I scolded her as she started to reach for her pussy thatI knew was now dripping wet. 

"Kat can I ask you something? Seriously I mean."

"Sure, it's not like we have much to hide right now." 

"Are you a virgin?" 

"What, are you kidding me? That's what you want to know?" 

"Yes I need to know."

"Why?" 

"Because I want to be your first." 

"Yes." She said in a very soft voice. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I didn't want to make her do anything she didn't want. No matter how much I wanted her.

"I am sure. Just so you know, every time I have touched my pussy it was you I was thinking about."

With that the game was over. I couldn't take anymore. 

Standing up shoving the chair into the pool I bent and picked her up in my arms. "What's wrong Jarrod? Are you mad at me?" 

"No baby, but the bets off. I am taking you upstairs and making love to you the way I have wanted to for the last two years."

To his surprise she didn't ask any questions she wrapped her arms around my neck and started kissing me softly using her warm little tongue to part my lips. Our tongues caressed each others until I laid her on my bed. My Kati, was all I could think. 

Laying down beside her I kissed her as though I would never see her again. I could feel the tears streaming down her face. 

"What's the matter baby, we don't have to if you don't want to. I will be happy to just hold you for now."

Kati didn't know what to say, he had said two years. That is how long they had known each other, been forced to spend time with each other because of their parents but he always tried to avoid me hardly ever talking to me.

"Why are you crying Kat, you are breaking my heart. I never meant to scare or hurt you." 

Kati sat up a little looking into his eyes. 

"You said two years Jarrod, two years." 

"I know what I said Kati. Why did you think I always treated like you weren't around when we were forced to be together? After our parents started dating and after the first couple of times we had to go out to eat or bowling I fell in love with you. But you were my dads' girlfriends daughter."

"You could have told me. We were both adults and able to decide what we wanted." She said, taking her fingers and caressing my face. "I love you too and I have had to spend the last two years watching you date and fuck anyone you wanted. It wasn't fair. I was 18 and we could have been together this entire time." She told me with tears in her eyes.

"I am sorry, I guess I didn't know how to handle what I felt for you. Can we talk about this later? I really want you right now."

Kati rolled onto her back and said, "I win though, you gave in first so I win the prize. Start exploring big brother." 

"With pleasure little sister."

Kati was more than I had ever imagined. Taking my time to kiss her and nibble my way to the most awesome tits I had ever seen she put her hand in my hair and guided my mouth to her hard nipple. As I took it into my mouth she groaned and pushed my head a little closer. 

"Oh my god Jarrod that feels so good. Suck the other one." As I moved my tongue to the other tit Kati was now moaning my name. She was making me so hard I wasn't sure I was going to make it. 

"Kat you are killing me, moaning my name. It makes me so hard to here you." 

Using my lips and tongue to love my way down her flat stomach to the top of her shaven pussy I could smell her scent. It was so warm and spicey I just wanted to eat her until she came in my mouth.

"Jarrod." 

"Yes baby?" 

"No one has ever had his hands or mouth on my body. I have been waiting for you." At this I promised myself she would never forget this day.

"Bend your knees for me Kat so that I can see and taste you." She did what I asked and I almost came at the sight of her pink pussy lips wet with her need for me. Bending my head I ran my tongue along her slit until I found her little nub swollen with its need. I flicked her clit with my tongue and was rewarded with a scream from her.

"Jarrod, please. I want you in me."

"Not yet sweetie, I need to get you ready. Do you want me to make you come with my tongue?" 

"Can you reallll?" Not giving her the chance to question me I bent my head and pulled her pink lips apart running my tongue all over her pussy paying special attention to her sweet little clit. When I put my tongue in her tight little whole I thought she was going to drown me in her juices. 

"I am going to cum....oh go...oh god." She was pushing her sweet little pussy down on my face and she tasted so good. 

Allowing her body time to recover and slow down it's shaking, I wrapped my arms around her and held her, loving her.

"Did you like that little one?" I asked, my breathing slowing down after giving her pleasure.

"Kat have you ever given a guy a blow job?"

"No." 

"Will you do that for me, if not I don't think I will be as gentle with you as I want when I push my cock into your tight little pussy."

"You will have to tell me what to do."

I could barely hold back as moved up to my side kissing her, letting her taste herself as I had. As I moved to lay on my back Kati sat up on her knees looking at my cock. 

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you I promise. Just feel me, then do what comes naturally. I think you will do fine." Kati looked at me then at my dick and moved to sit between my legs. 

At her first touch I jumped, she had the softest hands and had barely touched the head. 

Pulling her hand away when I jumped she looked at me with pleading eyes. 

"It's ok Kat, that just felt so good. Wrap your hand around it and rub it." My Kati did exactly as I said. I closed my eyes and tried to lay still for her, to let her feel what she does to me and allow her time to come into her own. 

Oh my god was that her tongue? Opening my eyes I could see her head bent licking the head of my cock, when I moaned her name she became braver and covered the end of my dick with her mouth. 

"Baby, that feels so good, don't stop. Please don't stop." With my encouragement she got up on her knees and took even more of me in mouth, and her tongue, her tongue was all over my dick. I have never had a woman take my entire 9 inches into her mouth but she did. I could feel the back of her throat. 

"Kati, I'm going to cum....Kati." She didn't stop she actually started sucking harder until I came in her mouth. I let go of more cum in her hot little mouth than I had ever any other time and she swallowed all of it.

Raising up licking her lips. "Did I do good?" She asked snaking her way up my body kissing me as I had done her so that I could now taste myself mixed with her sweeet, spicey taste.

"Baby let me tell you that you are a natural, I have never been sucked off like that before and never has anyone ever taken my entire cock in their mouth." 

"I am glad I make you happy. Now I want you to fuck me, I want you to make me yours now."

"Kat you are already mine. Now and forever." 

"Lay back sweetie." Running my hand down her heavenly body I used my finger to rub her clit and then slowly pushed on finger into her very tight very wet pussy. She was so tight I didn't know if she would be able to take what I offered.

"Oh Jarrod that feels so good." Two fingers, then three. Kati could barely breath and was meeting each thrust of my hand. She was ready.

"Jarrod don't, don't pull them out." 

"I can't get my cock in there with fingers."

"OH...yeah."

"Kat this is going to hurt a little, I will be as gentle as I can and I promise the pain won't last long. Are you ready." 

"I've been ready all day." She said smiling.

Pushing the head of my cock in her wet cunt felt like heaven, going slow with every little bit to let her adjust I felt the barrier. 

"Okay baby this is it, I promise it will get better." Without looking into her eyes I shoved my cock the rest of the way in. Then looked at Kati who had unshed tears in her eyes. 

"Lay still a second, let your pussy get use to me. Are you ok?" I asked as I started to move slowly in and out of her. It didn't take long for her to get past the pain she was matching my pace beat for beat. 

"Oh my god Jarrod you feel so good.....i'm going to cum again, Jarrod please cum in me." With those words I grabbed her ass and pounded into her with everything I had. I could feel her pussy milking my cock for every last drop I had to offer her.

"Baby your pussy is still squeezing me and it is making me hard again." 

"Then let's go again big brother." Smiling at this beautiful woman I did just as she asked. 

"Roll over Kat and get on your hands and knees." This was what I had always wanted to try but none of the girls I ever fucked would let me once the saw the size of my dick, but Kat wasn't afraid she did as is asked. Reaching between her legs she didn't need any prep. she was already wet. Grabbing the sides of her ass I pushed my cock in as far as it would go, Kati's ass was against my stomach and she had all of me inside her and I was fucking hot.

"God Katy I am not going to last." A groaned as I fucked her hard. 

"Harder Jarrod fuck me harder, please fuck me harder." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I tightened my grip on her has and fucked her as hard and fast as I could and she met my every thrust. Feeling her pussy start to quiver I knew she was about to come and so was I. 

"Fuck baby i'm getting ready to come are you ready." There she went I could feel her cum on my dick as I filled her with my seed.

Both of us spent for now she laid in my arms. "Jarrod what are we going to do about our parents and you leaving in a few weeks. I don't want to spend the nights in my room by myself or days for that matter." 




Big Brother Wants Sister



"We are adults and not really related. We will tell them when they get home and if they don't like the idea of us getting married then we will just move out."

"Married?" "Who said anything about getting married? I am supposed to leave in a month for my senior year of college. Can we really do that?" She was rambling off questions to him.

"Yeah we can, you are twenty one and you can do what you want. Will you marry me before I leave for boot camp?" 

"Yes. I would do anything for you."

"Kat are you on birth control?"

"Shit Jarrod, I didn't even think about it. I'm not. I'm so sorry."

"Sorry for what? That you could be carrying our baby. I hope you are. When was your last period?" 

"A couple of weeks ago I think. Why?" 

"Then we probably timed this just right. We'll know for sure in a few weeks I guess. Now get some rest because I plan on fucking you all night."

As I laid there with Kat sleeping in my arms I placed my hand on her flat belly already knowing that she carried my child. What a birthday present I was going to get.

To be continued...



Big Brother's Baby Boner



I just returned home from college for Spring Break, and was on top of the world as a 20 year old college student. My parents went away for the weekend, and how my 18 year old sister, Stacey talked my parents into letting her have a slumber party with four of her silly giggling friends while they went away for the weekend, is beyond me. Without my parents around to bug me though, it did mean that I could have a little more freedom, even though all I planned to do was check out some new x-rated videos I borrowed from my rooomate.

I headed downstairs around 9:00 p.m. in my bare feet, shorts and t-shirt to get some snacks before I made myself comfortable to watch the babes sucking and fucking. I exited the kitchen with a sandwich and chips on a plate, and just as I turned towards the stairs to head back to my bedroom, I was tackled and the sandwich went flying. Everything was a blur as I was forced face down on the floor by the five screaming 18 year olds clad in panties, t-shirts and sheer nighties. My arms were twisted roughly up and behind my back immobilizing me, as one young teen set on my head, two held my arms, and another laughing duo sat on my legs to hold me firmly in place.

My t-shirt was roughly removed, ripping it to shreds, then I panicked as I heard Jenny, my sister's best friend yell "Okay, now the shorts." I kicked with all my might and tried to buck them off, but it was useless, and I felt my shorts and underwear being slid over my ass and down my thighs and calves. I lay there face down, captive, totally naked before my young sister and her cheerleading classmates.

"Okay, now let's turn him," Stacey yelled.

I let out a blood curdling scream, "Noooooo!", but it did little good because after about 30 seconds of struggling with all my might I was flipped to my back.

Immediately all movement and noise stopped. The 10 seconds of silence was deafening as all five teens held me firmly, arms and legs spread wide, while all eyes were on my penis.

"My God," Stacey whispered in disbelief, breaking the silence.

Immediately there were quiet giggles and mumbles... "It's so tiny." "My little brother is bigger." "It looks like an acorn." "I didn't know they made them that small," which caused the room to fill with teenaged laughter.

Stacey rose from my chest and said, "This is too good to be true. My Mom keeps a ruler in the kitchen drawer. I'll be right back."

I was mortified. An 20 year old grown male, Senior in college, who had taken constant verbal abuse from males over the years in gym class, because of his meager size, was now totally the laughing stock of his sadistic little sister and her bubbly little nymphet classmates. Stacey quickly returned with the ruler in hand and placed it at the base of my shaft. The room once again became silent as my sister studied the ruler, then looked up and in a jovial voice announced "We have a winner, ladies and gents....My big bossy brother who has beaten me up more times than I can count, is a towering ½ inch and 1 ¾ " in circumference."

All I could do was try to block out the laughter, cheers, clapping and wolf whistles was squeeze my eyes as tight as they would go, and try to make the horror end.

Jenny once again spoke up and said, "I wonder how big it can get. Let's turn him on and see if he can break 3 ½ inches."

Rachel Walters added "Great idea. How do we do it?"

"Well it drives my boyfriend when I sit on his face, so let me give that a try."

Jenny proceeded to slip out of her panties and move to straddle my head. I opened my eyes long enough to see her large round ass and dark triangle of black curly hair move slowly closer to my face, until it was covering my mouth and nose completely and making breathing nearly impossible.

Perhaps under different circumstances, I would have become aroused as she moved up and down my face, spreading her warm juices and scent in her wake, but my tiny organ remained dormant.

Rachel became exasperated and said, "Nothing Jen. You've been at it ten minutes. Let me try something."

She moved to the side of my chest and bent over to slowly run her tongue in and out of my ear, up and down my neck and over my lips as she lightly ran her fingernails up and down my chest and crotch. She gave up after 10 more minutes of no success. "Shit! Okay who else wants to try?"

Stacey broke the silence and said, "I have an idea. I've heard this works for some guys."

She moved around Ginger and Mary and kneeled between my legs. Before I knew it, she placed her right had on my ball sac and gently began to massage up and down my little prick. Then all of a sudden, she squeezed with all her might, causing me to see stars and roar in pain.

"Look!" Mary screamed. "It's working. It looks like one of those cute little Vienna Sausages"

"Damn. You're right" Stacey exclaimed. "Give me that ruler again."

She carefully took another measurement and bellowed, "We have 1 ½ inches. Shall we go for two inches?" She proceeded to once again grab my balls and apply excruciating pressure. Rachel and Jenny began to understand that pain was somehow causing me to get excited and my little meat to grow, so they began to roughly twist and turn my nipples, making them grow hard and red. Ginger and Mary, each holding a leg immobile began grabbing my toes, and twisted them until I thought they would fall off. My whole body was in incredible pain, and Stacey continued to roughly crush my balls, first pulling and separating them and then squeezing them together with all her might, while all four girls cheered her on. All I could do was twist against their restraining hands and shout in agony as my little penis continued to grow to its maximum length.

Satisfied that I had grown all I was going to grow, Stacey grabbed the ruler and once again measured.

"Ahhhhhhh. Too bad big brother. 2 2/7". Afraid you didn't break the 3" barrier. I guess you are just stuck with a Big Brother Baby Boner for life."

"Let's make him cum." All the girls clapped and laughed and my taunting evil sister was once again crushing my balls, as she started to milk my full 2 7/8 inches. The pain was incredible, but the more she pumped my member, the more I could feel the pressure build in my tiny organ, until I couldn't take it any more and shot a huge load into the air, causing all the girls to hoot and holler.

Watching the cum spurt out a good foot in the air, and continue for about 15 seconds, Stacey looked closely at my little spud, and exclaimed, "Well my my, little fellow. You may be a tiny little thing, but you sure pack some punch."

I was exhausted both from the hour of fighting with the teen bitches, and being forced to cum like I had never done before.

It's going to be a pleasure Big Brother to bust your balls until return to school. Too bad you will probably get almost as much enjoyment out of it as I will.

Totally naked, in front of the snickering teens, I grabbed my shorts, shredded shirt, cleaned up the sandwich and chips and headed toward my room. I'd like to say I mounted the stairs with dangling balls and swinging cock, but once again it had shrunk to its normal half inch and clung to my body. I knew life around my sister would never again be the same, and as much as I felt the incredible pleasure when I came, I dreaded the thought of the pain she would inflict on me in the future, to pay me back for the abuse I had shown her ever since we were small kids.

The End



Big Brother's Lesson



I had just turned 18 when it happened, and I'll never forget it. I'm Tommy and I'm an average guy. 5' 11", 160 lbs. I have a normal build with nothing that big in the muscle category. I have blond hair and brown eyes. My first time with sex, happened with my brother.

It happened quickly and out of nowhere, so if this description seems rushed or too short, it's because of the fact that this happened so suddenly. I had just returned from school one day like any normal day. Both my parents were still at work, my older brother Chris, at 21, was home, although I didn't see him in the living room watching TV like he normally would be.

Chris still lived in our house with the family because he was going to college nearby and it was easier and less expensive for him to stay home while he went. As a new senior in high school I wouldn't call myself too experienced in sex, I was still a virgin. Not to say I hadn't been out with girls before, I just never went very far.

I forgot to mention that because of the lack of bedrooms in our house, Chris and I still shared a room, and when I went to drop my book bag off in my room, to say I was shocked would be an understatement.

As I went into the room, I saw Chris sitting on the edge of his bed, eye's glued to our TV, masturbating furiously to a porno. All his clothes were on the floor, and he was sweating profusely.

Chris was 2 inches taller then I was, and twice as muscular. He lifted weight and had great arm muscles and a nice six pack. I stared in shock at my bigger brother beating the hell out of his erect penis, which I'd guess to be a staggering 8 inches! My own dick paled in comparison at 6 inches when hard.

"Holy sh..." was all that came out of my mouth as I continued to stare, Chris turned to look at me, and I didn't take my eyes off him.

"What are you staring at man?" Chris asked, finally stopping his masturbation.

"N-nothing..." I said, yet I still did not take my eyes off of him.

Then he smiled, a sort of smile that startled me. I still didn't stop looking at him, and he started looking at me differently

"Do you like what you see bro.?" He asked.

The question caught me off guard and I just stared. Then I realized that stopping my big BIG brother in the middle of his jack off session was probably a bad idea, because of the fact that he was still caught deep in the pleasure, that canceled out all his thoughts of reality. I couldn't move away though, as my sweaty naked big brother got up off the bed and came to me. He grabbed my by the arms and pushed me down onto the bed. Hovering over top of me.

"Tommy wants in on the action does he?" Chris exclaimed.

I should have said no, but I didn't. Chris didn't need an answer, he ripped my shorts and boxers off of me and tossed them aside leaving me in my T-shirt, that he easily ripped off my back. He looked down at my penis, already getting hard, to my surprise.


"You like this do ya Tommy!?" He said.

Then with nothing more to be said, Chris pulled both of my legs up over his broad shoulders exposing my little ass hole. He held me down onto the bed and I felt his giant head pressing against my virgin asshole. It hurt bad.

The pain was almost unbearable as he began to force his 8 inch monster further and further into my little puckered hole. Finally when I thought the pain couldn't get any worse he was in as far as he could go, and he began pulling back out slowly. Just before my brothers cock was pulled all the way out he shoved it back in deep, sending more stretching pain through my body.

"Does that hurt little Tommy!?" He said in excitement as he began to pump a little faster. 

I was then surprised to find that the pain was going away, turning into pleasure even as I realized what was happening. My own older brother way giving me my first fucking. I had the sudden urge to fuck back, and I began bucking my hips with his fucking motion.

"That's it Tommy! Fuck my hairy fuckin' dick!" He demanded. His command only making me want to be fucked harder! I began bucking my hips wildly. Chris assfucked me harder and harder.

Then he slowed and decided to change positions. He took my legs off of his shoulders and, with his huge erection still inserted in my corn hole, he spun me so I was on my side, one leg resting on the bed, and him holding the other in the air. He continued to fuck me sideways.

"Oh yeah! HARDER!" I found myself saying to my own surprise!

"You want it harder Tommy!!! You got it you little hot fucker!" My big brother assured me.

As he promised he began pumping in and out faster and harder, the sucking sound of his wet cock slurping in and out of my sweaty shit hole getting louder and louder.

Just when I thought he couldn't go any harder my brother stopped again and pulled out. I thought it was over, and I was smiling from ear to ear.

"Get on your hands and knees and get fucked like a dog Tommy you little bitch!" My brother bad mouthed me. I found it exciting when he talked dirty and I obeyed.

He entered more easily this time from behind me and on my own bed my brother fucked me harder the I thought possible doggy style.

His giant nuts slapped off my ass hard, making a loud noise. Not as loud as my screams of pleasure.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" My brother repeated over and over. I began bucking motions again in the midst of the sexual pleasure and it must have threw my brother over the edge.

"I'M CUMMING TOMMY!!!" He announced and then I felt gushes of hot liquid flooding my ass as he continued fucking as fast as he could. Then he stopped and his muscles tensed for his intense orgasm. He collapsed on top of me and pulled out. I rolled over and laid flat on my back panting and sweating.

Then my big strong brother rolled up on top of me, sitting across my stomach facing me.

"Don't you want a chance to fuck my ass Tommy!?" He asked. He didn't wait for an answer before he slid down to my crotch and squatted back down again this time onto my erect prick.

My big brother began bouncing up and down and I was moving my hips again to his motions. If I thought it felt great to get ass fucked, I was in heaven as I fucked my brothers tight muscular ass. It took me all of 30 seconds to explode a load of my hot cum up into his asshole and I thought I was going to pass out at the intense wave of the orgasm.

That was the day my brother taught me how to be a man.



Big Brother's Little Woman



Here is an incest story of a Hispanic brother and sister. There are a few words in Spanish but translations are at the end of the page. It's fairly easy to read and fun. I just wanted to try writing a story in a different sort of way *s* Spanish words are in bold letters.

Adriana felt the delicious touch of her boyfriend Jeremy's hand under her top. This was her chance to finally be able to lose her virginity to one of the hottest guys in school. Adriana was 18 and felt so ready to be able to let loose. This was a perfect opportunity as well since her parents were not home that afternoon. She'd skipped her last two classes to bring Jeremy home with her.

"Mmm baby, you smell so good! I can't wait to be inside of you," Jeremy exclaimed kissing her neck.

"Oh God! I'm so ready for this! I want you! I want you so bad!" Adriana cooed.

They were on Adriana's bed making out so passionately. The furthest Adriana had gone with Jeremy was getting fingered. Coming from a strict Hispanic Catholic home, she was always told that sex should wait until marriage. To hell with all that crap! Adriana had been feeling so horny lately; she didn't care about the "morals" that had been fed to her since she was a little girl. 

Jeremy was busy teasing her nipples and making hickeys on her neck. His other hand was slowly gliding up her skirt gently rubbing her pussy through her soaked panties. She wanted to just pull out his cock and put it inside of her at that moment. 

"Hey Adriana!" She suddenly heard a loud male voice calling her name. 

Everything happened so fast. She turned to see her 21 year old brother Sergio standing at her door first with a smile then immediately a face that showed nothing but anger. He'd seen it all. He'd seen Jeremy's mouth on her nipple and his hand between her legs. How would she get out of this? What the hell was he doing home from work so early?

"What the fuck?" Sergio called out with his brown eyes full of fury. 

Jeremy quickly got up from the bed trying hard to hide his hardon and Adriana put her top down and fixed her skirt. She stood next to Jeremy looking so scared.

"Sergio, this is Jeremy my b-boyfriend," She stammered.

"Get the fuck out of here pinche joto!" Sergio said pissed off.

Jeremy looked just as frightened. He looked at Adriana and walked out as Sergio made a fist ready to pounce on him. Adriana gasped hoping her brother wouldn't do anything and luckily he didn't. Compared to Jeremy, Sergio was tall, over 6'0" and weighed about 185 with nothing but muscle from all the years of track and soccer. Jeremy winced as he passed Sergio. 

Adriana and Sergio just stared at each other until they heard the front door close as Jeremy left. Adriana was scared, but at the same time she was so upset. Ever since she was 12, Sergio had been looking out for her and meddling in her private life. 

"Are you happy now? He'll probably never talk to me again  menso!

"What the hell is wrong Adriana? That guy was just trying to fuck you!"

She tossed her long brown hair back and narrowed her eyes at her brother. "Well maybe I wanted him to. Did you ever think about that?"

He grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him. "Don't say that! I'm not going just sit back and watch my sister become a puta!"

The words made her angrier. "Stop meddling in my life! I never get into your business do I?"

He grabbed her arm harder as she struggled to let go. It was hard to escape his mighty hold. Adriana was a little petite girl at about 5'2" and 115lbs. "It's different. I'm a guy and you know that's different."

She stopped struggling and could feel tears swelling in her eyes. "Let go of me! And don't be starting that macho shit with me!"

"I want you to stop seeing that gringo, you hear me?" His words were filled with rage.

"Fuck you! I'm not going stop seeing him! I'm going to have sex with him and you can't stop me!" She yelled back trying to get away from him.

"You're just going to go out and get knocked up. You're too naive to be having sex!" Sergio yelled at her.

"I'm not going to get pregnant. I'm on birth control!"

"Why in the fuck are you on birth control? Are you planning on fucking around?"

She felt so angry. "Not that it's any of your business, but it's to regulate my periods! I'm not going to go fucking around as you cleverly put it! I already told you that I'm going to have sex with Jeremy whether you like it or not!"

He narrowed his eyes at her. "Oh? So you want to be a puta? Well you know what? I'm going to ruin you before any other guy can ruin you!"

Adriana gasped as her brother threw her on the bed and she fell with her legs open. Her blue jean skirt was riding up above her waist showing her white cotton panties. His eyes searched her beautiful young body. Her tan skin was so radiant. He began to unbuckle his belt and she tried to get up but he pushed her back down.

"No you're not going anywhere! I told you, that you are mine!" Sergio raised his voice.

Adriana trembled with fear. Never in her life did she think her own brother would try to force himself on her. He was starting to unzip his pants but then he stopped. He looked at her white panties and licked his lips. He got closer to her and began to tug at her panties. Adriana hit him hard trying to make him stop, but it was no use. He was too strong for her. She felt her panties practically being torn off. 

"Sergio stop! Please! Don't do this!" Adriana begged.

He smirked wickedly at her. "Shut up. I'm not going let some white dude ruin you. If anyone is going to ruin you, it's going to be me hermanita!"

Adriana continued to struggle but his strong body was impossible to get away from. He stepped back for a moment and stared at her pretty little pussy. Her legs were spread wide and she felt her face turn red as he stared.

"Mmmm que linda! " Sergio said looking at her pussy.

She quickly closed her legs feeling so embarrassed. 

"No! Open your legs!" Sergio shouted.

Adriana refused.

"I said open up!" He walked to her forcefully opening up her legs. He knelt between her smooth legs and buried his face. Adriana squirmed around as he held her shoulders down. She felt her brother's tongue flicking her swollen clit so fast that she was losing her strength. 

"Nooo! Sergio! No! Please stop!" She pleaded.

He didn't listen to her. He kept licking her pink clit and sucking on it hard. Adriana suddenly found herself moaning loudly! She was actually liking it! She had lost her strength to keep struggling and now found herself spreading her legs wider giving her brother full access of her cunt. 

"Mmmm oh God! Yesssss! Lambame! Oooh hermano querido!" 

Sergio continued to lap up his sister's juices. Adriana was licking her lips and moaning loudly loving her brother's tongue stroking her clit. She lifted her dark blue tank top up revealing her perky b-cup sized breasts. Her dark brown nipples were already hard. She played with them, pinching them and twisting them around. Her entire body felt as if it was on fire!

She squirmed more when Sergio inserted one finger inside of her tight opening. It didn't hurt since she was completely drenched. She could feel him moving his finger in and out of her while he kept eating her pussy out so viciously!

"Ahhh mmmm! Yessss! More! Lick me more! Oooh fuck yes!" She kept moaning. Her body suddenly stiffened. She raised her body off the bed just slightly as she experienced her first orgasm on her brother's mouth.

"Oooohh Sergio! Oh I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Mmmmm Tan rico hermano! Tan rico!

Her entire body was shaking so madly! She clamped her legs around her brother's head as if she wanted to keep him there forever. She could hear him slurping up her honey and felt him remove his finger out of her pussy.

He spread her legs again and got up. His mouth was all wet with her juices. "Mmmm que deliciosa!

Adriana blushed and smiled. "Oh Sergio that was just so good!"

He leaned down and put one of her nipples in his mouth. Adriana threw her head back moaning as her brother sucked her tits. He sucked on her nipples hard. Adriana kept loved the way he flicked his tongue on her nipples.

"Mmmm hermanita you have such nice tetas!" Sergio rasped as he took turns sucking on each tit.

Adriana was anxiously waiting to see her brother's cock. She'd seen a guys cock on TV and on magazines but never in real life. She wanted to see how big and thick he was! Sergio got back up and undid his pants. Adriana raised herself on her elbows and watched curiously waiting for him to pull out his cock.

Sergio reached down his pants and pulled out his huge mushroom head cock. Adriana gasped at his size. Her big brown eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped. 

"Here, why don't you touch it baby," Sergio said to his sister. 

Her shaky hand reached out to touch her brother's hard cock. She could feel his veins throbbing in her hand as she slightly touched it. She gripped her hand around his cock and squeezed it hearing soft moans coming from his mouth. She could already smell his salty precum. 

"Yes stroke it Adriana. Mmmm your hand feels so good!" Sergio's eyes were on his beautiful little sister. 

She loved the feel of his cock. Her heartbeat accelerated just thinking of how it would feel inside of her; deflowering her and stretching her open. 

"Put it in your mouth baby. I want you to suck it. I want to give you your first taste of cum," Sergio groaned. 

Adriana sat closer to the edge of the bed and looked at her brother's cock that was now right in front of her face. She gulped nervously never having sucked a cock. She looked up at him and smiled while his hands stroked her hair. 

"I-I don't know how to-" Adriana began to speak.

"Just put it in your mouth and suck on it like you would lollipop," Sergio said guiding his cock inside his sister's mouth.

Adrian opened up her mouth inviting Sergio's cock in. She automatically tasted his salty juices as her mouth wrapped around his cock. She managed to take every inch of her brother's cock quite nicely.

"Ahhh yes! Mmmm chupa mi pene hermanita!" 

Adriana began to move her lips up and down his long shaft. His hands were bobbing her head to the rhythm of his satisfaction. Adriana moved her tongue on his cock while she began to put more suction on her brother's cock. She often wondered what a guys' cum would taste like or what it would feel like. She was nervous but so excited at the same time.

"Keep it up baby. Oh yes! Suck it like that! Mmmm!" Sergio's words were becoming faint. 

Adriana felt her mouth water with each stroke of her mouth. Her brother tasted so wonderful she couldn't wait for him to explode in her mouth and make her drink his cum. At that moment she couldn't think of a sexier or more wonderful guy to share this with. Her was her brother, now her lover and that excited her.

"Adriana! Oh baby I'm going to cum! I want you to swallow it mi amor."

Adriana looked up and her eyes met with her brother's. His moans were loud and vicious. He looked so determined to make her swallow his load.

"Ahhh Oh fuck! Arrrggghhhhh yes! Mmmmm I'm cumming!" Sergio was panting as his long spurts of hot cum were shooting out in his sister's mouth.

Adriana flinched at first feeling his first spurt hit the back of her throat. His cum was so warm and so delicious! He pumped four more spurts in her mouth that left her mouth full of her brother's cum. She slowly chugged down all his cum very gracefully. Her mouth sucked out the very last remains of his cum drops and finally her brother's cock slipped out of her mouth. She wished he could leave it in her mouth. She couldn't get enough of his taste.

He cupped her face and made her look up at him. "Tan preciosa!" Sergio said sweetly smiling at her.

She blushed and he laid her little body down on her bed.

"Are you ready to become a woman hermanita?" Sergio asked in a serious tone.

She nodded. "Yes. I'm ready to become your woman."

He smirked wickedly. He knew he had her so good. 

Adriana felt her brother spreading her legs open as he continued to stare at her pussy. 

"I can't wait to fill your pussy with my cum. Oh Adriana I'm so ready to fuck you," Sergio rasped.

He positioned himself in front of her and pulled her closer to him. Her legs were wrapped around his waist as he began to poke her tiny opening with his cock. Adriana shuddered and moaned pain.

"Owwww!" 

Sergio kept piercing at her until finally his head was inside of her. Adriana squirmed feeling her first cock in her. Finally she was going to be able to have sex. She felt more of his cock slide inside of her until he was completely buried in her.

"Damn! You feel so hot! Oh baby you feel so good! You are so tight just the way I want you. I'm going to pop your cherry and I want to be the only man who's ever inside of you."

She gasped feeling him slide his cock in and out of her very slowly. "Yes! Sergio I am all yours! Oh bro ruin me! Ruin me for any other man who would ever want me!"

Sergio began to thrust his hips fast and his cock went in and out his lovely sister's tight cunt. Adriana felt her pain slowly begin to fade away. Her little soft moans filled the room along with her brother's grunts of pleasure. 

"Oooh this feels so good! Oh bro I love it! Do it harder! Faster! Hay hermano tan chulo!" Adriana panted.

Sergio began thrust his cock fast now. Adriana could feel every inch of her brother's cock stretching her tiny pussy and making her ooze her honey. She held on to her strong arms as he pumped her pussy making her his woman. 

"Mmmmm yeah! Oooh you are mine sis. All mine.  Mi mujer," Sergio said kissing his sister so deeply.

"Ahhh yes! I'm yours! Keep fucking me! Mmmmm ooooh feels gooood!" Adriana shrilled.

Adriana kissed her brother back with a kiss full of passion. She could feel her thighs wet from her juices and their sweat mixed together. She suddenly felt her brother's cock twitch inside of her. He pumped her faster now and harder. She felt a deep sharp pain and watched as her brother started to cum inside of her.

"Arrrrgggghhhhh yeah! I'm cumming! I'm going to fill your pussy sis!"

"Ooh yes! I feel it! I can feel you cumming in me!" Adriana cried out in joy.

She felt warm long spurts of cum fill her pussy so lovingly. Her brother grunted loudly as he came inside of her. Adriana could feel her brother's seed swimming inside of her. She knew she was his from now on. No other guy would be able to compare to him.


Sergio pulled out his cock and looked down. His eyes widen and Adriana raised herself up. Her bed was covered with tiny drips of blood from having her brother pop her cherry. She smiled at him and blushed. 

"Mmmmm you were so good baby," Sergio said happily as he took his sister in his arms.

She held him tight and tears come out of her eyes. Sergio wiped her tears and looked at her full of concern. 

"Are you OK?" He asked kissing her face. 

She nodded and kissed his lips. "I'm fine. I'm just so happy. I've become a woman. I love you so much."

He kissed her back. "I love you too, mi hermosa mujer."

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translations

- Pinche Joto - fuckin' faggot

- puta - whore; slut

- menso - idiot; dumbass

- hermanita - little sister; baby sister

- gringo - white guy

- que linda - how beautiful

- lambame - Lick me

- hermano - brother

- hermano querido - brother my love

- Tan Rico - So good!

- que deliciosa - how delicious

- tetas - tits

- chupa mi pene hermanita- suck my cock little sis

- mi amor - my love

- Tan preciosa - so precious

- Hay hermano tan chulo - Oh hot/sexy brother of mine

- Mi Mujer - My woman

- Mi hermosa mujer - my beautiful woman



Big Brother's Slut



I have worshipped my older brother all of my life. At 6'2" and 220lbs of pure muscle with black hair and green eyes he was a girl's dream guy. I on the other hand only stood 5'5" and 110lbs soaking wet. Not only that but I had a butt that was way too round which was only emphasized by my wide hips, especially for a guy! I have blonde hair which I grew long and into a ponytail in an attempt to be cool. Light blue eyes and pouty lips I was a regular pretty boy, but a little to feminine. 

He was the epitome of cool, while I was more the girly little brother trailing after him. With him being a college senior and me the awkward freshman at college I was lucky he stuck up for me or I'd be bullied all the time. 

At the moment my brother had been going out with Heather this hot senior cheerleader with red hair, green eyes, and a body most playboy girls could only wish for. Well this little tramp was apparently dumping my older brother for some college sleaze, and even had the nerve to make it such a public break up! I wasn't going to let my older brother be crushed by that bitch especially since he's been looking out for me my whole life. 

So I told him that the best way to get back at the slut was to get even. My plan was simple I would dress up as a girl and go on a date with my brother and make Heather so envious she would just cry. As you can see I love my big brother so much that I'd do anything for him...

After I told him he just got this really weird look on his face and gave me the go ahead. So in preparation I had to do a lot of prep work to pull this off. Through this girl I know at a catholic school I got her to get me a catholic school uniform? Gotta love those uniforms right? With that done I bought some really sexy lingerie, boy was that embarrassing! For shoes I would just use my mom's heels, lucky for me I got dainty feet huh? 

According to plan we make sure this all goes down on our parent's anniversary so they'll be gone for the entire week! So the big day finally arrives and I am so excited I can't even believe it.

Time to get ready! I shower and shave my legs and trim my pubes into a nice little strip, then put on my mother's red satin robe. I delicately put on my mother's make up, basically some mascara, pink lipstick, light blue eye shadow, and blush. Then I paint my toe nails and finger nails electric blue. Then I blow dry my hair, brush it out and put it into a ponytail with two clumps of bangs on either side of my face. 

Now the fun part... I slowly pulled up the light blue lacy thong I bought, hmmm that feels so nice and ... sexy. Then I put on the special little surprise I got over the internet, flesh coloured breasts that look and feel unbelievably real and can be glued onto my chest. The best part is that it has electrical sensors that actually stimulate me with even the slightest caress. I can't help but stroke the realistic nipples and gasp at the amazing pleasure. My but I love the feeling of weight and movement as my breasts jiggle. Next I put on the matching bra, 34D. I slowly put on my plaid navy blue skirt and let it settle just below my cute little belly button. Oh my, it seems my friend got the size deliciously wrong! It was way too short, it barely covered my butt and if I bend over... hmmm my reflection in the mirror looks so hot bending over! 

Finally I put on the white button up shirt and it's too short as well so I decide to tie it under my breasts. I look into the mirror and oh my god I look like any man's wet dream! A 15 year old naughty school girl with a body hotter than Heather's! 

Hmmm. Looks like I have a little erection, well this is the first time I'm glad my penis is only 4" erect but I should really tuck it in just in case. I decide to be go for a naughtier look and forego the knee high socks after all my legs look so damn amazing from all my time on the track team so why not show it off? I put on my mom's black open toe stilettos and voila I'm ready! 

When I come downstairs my big brother can't believe his eyes and his jaw is on the floor, hehe. Hmm looks like I'm enjoying this quite a bit. He says that he doesn't even recognize me and that I am the most beautiful girl he's ever seen, what a charmer. He's looking hot as always in a fitted polo shirt and tight jeans. Hmm I could just bite that ass, down girl! 

He takes my hand and off we go to Heather's house party, aren't we just the worst or what? When we arrive all the guys are just drooling over me, college boy included. I decide to show Heather who the better girl is by bending over in front of her new boyfriend while's she hanging all over him pretending to adjust my heel. My goodness but Heather is just furious as her sleazy boy toy can't even pretend to be interested while ogling me with his tongue on the floor! 

I immediately make a bee line for the dance floor with my hunky brother in tow and decide to take this date up a notch and give a real good show. I dance all over my brother rubbing my body up against him, licking his earlobes and trailing kisses on his neck. Oh my I can feel his hard cock on my tummy, and oh boy what a cock my BIG brother has. 

Feeling even more mischievous I turn around and start grinding my ass all over his crotch and I can hear his sharp intake of breath. Slowly I move his hands from my hips to my tummy and under my shirt. I can hear him moan and gasp in delight when he feels my realistic breasts under my shirt. That just makes me smile wickedly and want to tease him even more. 

Finally a slow dance comes on and I mould my body onto his and moan into his ear as his hands slid down my waist and up under my skirt to firmly caress my ass. I look up deeply into his eyes and see passion akin to what I'm feeling and eagerly meet his kiss and let his tongue penetrate mouth. My brother is obviously starting to feel a bit more daring as he begins to tease my asshole with his finger under my panties. This drives me wild and I can't help but push back onto his finger wanting more. The song ends and we are left clinging to each other.

That is until my brother takes me by the hand and leads me to none other than Heather's bedroom past all the envious stares of boys and the glaring girls. 

As soon as the door closes my brother is all over me kissing me and caressing me with reckless abandon. As he sucks my tongue into hungry mouth he rips off my shirt while I pants and reach in to stroke his bulging cock and caress his balls. He starts to kiss down my neck and lick my cleavage leaving me moaning in pleasure as he grabs my ass and lifts me allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist and rub up and down his cock while I play with his balls with one hand. 

My brother backs onto heather's bed and sits down he pulls my bra down to lick, suck and nibble on both of my breasts leaving me gasping with pleasure. I can't wait any longer so I pull his shirt off and kiss him deeply devouring his tongue and slowly work my way down his neck to his pecks, then his nipples and down his sexy abs to his rock hard cock. Making eye contact the entire time I slowly lick all over the head of his cock paying close attention to the sensitive underside before I lick up and down the shaft while rubbing his balls. Then I open my mouth and inhale his cock, deep-throating him as I relax my throat and hmm while I let him gently but firmly take a hold of the back of my head and slowly fuck my mouth. I can't help but moan all the while. 

Not wanting it to end I start licking all over his cock and then suck on his balls while I stroke his cock with my little hands. As he says he's going to cum I eagerly start to force deep throat him very roughly like I was possessed and in need of his cum. As he explodes in my throat I pull back a little so he cums in my mouth and on my lips. 

I relish licking his cum off my lips and swallowing before tenderly going back to cleaning his cock. As I look at the utter satisfaction and pleasure in his eyes I can't help but giggle at his goofy smile. 

He then slowly pulls me into his lap so I can strattle him as he kisses me tenderly like a lover while caressing my thighs, then my ass and slowly up my hips to my stomach and heaving tits before settling gently on my face while he playfully inhales my tongue. He goes back to worshipping my beasts and trailing kisses down my tummy and then the inside of my thighs. Slowly he turns me over with my skirt riding so high my entire ass is available for him to kiss, nibble, lick and caress. 

Pulling my thong to one side he teases my asshole with his tongue sending electric pleasure up my spine. Eating me out deeply he begins to finger me slowly, adding a finger until three are penetrating me. This is too much, I start to moan loudly and push back onto him wanting more. My hunky brother knew what I needed and replaced his fingers with his monstrous cock using gentle long strokes until I relaxed and then started to give it to me with wild abandon. I start to scream with pleasure as my brother pounds me like a hammer from behind holding onto my ass. Leaning over he starts to tease my swinging breasts and my ass with long strokes. 

After awhile I just need to ride my brothers cock and my eager brother lays back and lets me ride him like a woman possessed. Moaning and grinding with my brother's cock in my ass while my brother uses his hands to play with my bouncing breasts is how Heather found us. 

Never slowing a beat I continue to grind on my big brother’s cock while he thrusts up to meet me. Then my brother sits up slightly and starts to lick and suck my tits then kiss me as we both look at heather in the eye. Blushing and stammering she backs away. But not before my brother pushes my onto my back and pounds me so hard while my breasts are moving with abandon as we both cum moaning and kissing. 

I am able to shout out a, "thanks so much for my hot new boyfriend", before she runs from her room. My brother and I both roll over and start laughing. Then my brother kisses me gently while we cuddle and think about the fun we can have for two whole weeks!