18 comments/ 154235 views/ 86 favorites Elizabeth's Story Ch. 01 By: cindyexposed Edited - Elizabeth's story - Background: I am Elizabeth. Today, I am a happily married woman, age 29 with two small children. By any standard, I am a happy, well adjusted mother and housewife. The story I am about to tell occurred almost exactly ten years ago, during the summer following my senior year in high school, within a few months of my dad's death in Afghanistan. Events occurred that I did not plan, and I am not necessarily proud of; however, after a decade of reflection, I am no longer ashamed of them either. My husband, whom I adore, knows about these events, and not only understands, but actually finds them stimulating and exciting. He asked me to write and publish this story. I confess, that recalling these events in vivid detail arouses me. As I look back, ten years later, I both regret and cherish some of the experiences my brother and I shared. I have often wondered if something can be wrong and beautiful at the same time. I think I have come to the conclusion that it can be. In a very real sense, this experience was both; at least to me it was. I expect most of you will quickly decide that what my brother and I did was wrong; you may, or may not decide it was also beautiful. I actually understand if you decide this was simply wrong. Remember, things are often more complex when you are experiencing them, than they might appear to an outside observer years after the fact. We lose our father: Even before my dad was killed, it was pretty much just my mom, my brother and me at home most of the time. Dad was a career military officer who spent extended periods of time deployed overseas. Since many of his deployments were to war zone areas, the rest of the family remained back in the states. We often lived in military housing, either on the base or immediately off the base Dad was a good man, who loved his country and had a strong sense of duty. He truly believed that the actions of our military served to make the world a better place. Me, I am not so sure. But this story is not about political debates surrounding the U.S. military. As a military officer, my father was a stern, complex man, who was difficult to get to know. He would pray to his God one moment; and then drink heavily and cuss the next. He also had a difficult time showing any vulnerability, emotional or otherwise. I know he loved us all; but at times he struggled with precisely how to show that love. Dad was deployed in the original 'desert storm' and 'desert shield', and also served during the second Iraq invasion before being deployed to Afghanistan. We received word that Dad was killed shortly after my 19th birthday, the summer before my senior year in high school. His vehicle had encountered a road side bomb. He did not survive the attack. The news of my father's death was a devastating blow to me personally; but I seemed to be able to deal with the loss much better than my mother or my younger brother. Mom fell into a bottle, became a heavy drinker, and was 'passed out drunk' most nights by 8 p.m. I felt sorry for my mom, but really did not know what, if anything, I could do to help her deal with this loss. Gary had just turned 18 at the time, seemed to take the loss very hard. Gary had been a good student, active in sports, and really never got into any trouble prior to Dad's death. Before Dad's death, Gary talked about attending the Air Force Academy and making the military his career, similar to his father. But his plans and his behavior changed significantly that summer. Gary's demise coincided with the news of Dad's death, and I am convinced Gary's sudden and precipitous down slide was a direct result of it. Since mom was not in any condition to help anyone most nights, I felt that it was my responsibility to help guide Gary through this grief and get him 'back on track', so to speak. Despite my strongest objections, Gary quit the basketball team following Dad's death. He had been one of the better forwards on the team. Gary also started drinking and smoking marijuana. Now neither of these are unusual or that horrific for teenage boys as they prepare to enter their senior year in high school, but the change in Gary was clear and evident, and the direction he was heading was not good. Gary also made it clear that he was no longer interested in the military as a college choice or as a career. In fact, Gary started to question whether he wanted to attend college at all. On the other hand, although I felt a terrible loss, I decided the best way to 'honor my father's death and life' was to continue to be the daughter he wanted me to be. To me, that meant continuing to do well in school, stay active in sports, and go to college as he and I had planned all along. I felt that it would be a tragedy of my father's dying in defense of America would lead to his own daughter's future being derailed. As you will read, if you elect to continue with me on my 'stroll down memory lane', is that I largely succeeded; but I did allow myself to get involved in something which I fear my father would have strongly disapproved; an intimate and inappropriate relationship with my brother. At age 19, I was an attractive, budding young woman with a sleek, athletic build. I had been captain of the girl's volley ball team, and had a tall, slender figure with firm, perky breasts that were starting to develop nicely, a nice butt and long legs. I am not conceited about my looks, but these are just the objective facts. I had (and still have) a pretty face with blond hair and green eyes. I had a sweet, innocent, 'wholesome' look about me. I was naïve and inexperienced with boys. Using the high school vernacular, had had never gone past 2 nd base. (Meaning no boy had touched me, nor had I touched any boy, below the waist.) I was more than just a virgin, I was an inexperienced virgin. Truthfully, sweet, wholesome virginal girls, who seemed intent upon remaining that way, were not the most popular options for high school boys. I did not attract a great deal of attention from boys at my school. I was OK with this fact. Chapter one: I see my first penis, and it belongs to my brother: About two months after my father's death, I got an interesting and disturbing text from one of my best friends. It was about 9:15 p.m. on a Friday night in June, shortly after the school year had ended. I got a text message from Jenna, telling me to call her as soon as I could. I assumed Jenna wanted to hang out tonight and I could not decide if I wanted to call her or not. I was pretty tired; so I delayed responding to the text. About ten minutes later I got another text from Jenna. This one said, 'Call me ASAP. Important. About Gary.' I was anxious and concerned by the tone of the text. I immediately found a place where I could talk and called Jenna, "What's going on?" "You need to come get Gary. He's all fucked up. He is here over at Caroline's parent's house and he is drunk. He threw up all over himself in the basement. Caroline is freaking out because her parents will be home in an hour or so." "Oh shit. Goddamn it. I am going to kill the little twerp." I thought about how to proceed. "OK, I will come right over and get him. Is he passed out?" "I don't know. I think he is awake, but he did puke all over himself. He is a mess. He seems a little better since he finished puking. He can walk a little and talk, just not too coherently. But you need to get him out of here before the parental units arrive." Jenna laughed at the absurdity of the situation. About twenty minutes later I was over at Caroline's parent's house. There were about 8 high school kids in the basement, most had been drinking beer. Gary was sitting on the floor in the bathroom next to the commode. His shirt was missing, and there were stains of vomit on his pants. He stank of vomit and looked like hell. "Lizard breath. You came to rescue me." Gary slurred when he saw me. 'Lizard Breath' was his pet name for me (Elizabeth, 'lizard breath'; get it?) "Damn it Gary, do you think I have nothing better to do than drag your drunk little ass around?" I was more than a little upset with him. "Lizard Breath, cool your jets! If I wanted an ass eating, I could have had Jenna call mom. Just get me home, OK?" "Come on, let's get in the car. You are not going to puke in my car, are you?" That would have been over the line. "I think I got that all out of my system already." He said smugly. Caroline spoke up, "Take that waste paper can with you. If he gets sick again, he can puke in that on the ride home." "Oh great, the upside for me tonight is I get to drive home smelling my vomit coated brother. The downside is he pukes and I hope he gets most of it in the pail. Wonderful. Let's go. Where's your shirt?" I was irritated that this was falling on my shoulders. "Here it is." Jenna said as she handed me a plastic supermarket bag with the soiled shirt in it. I opened the bag to look in and the smell was horrible. "Shit. This reeks!". I sealed the bag quickly as I turned my head away from the smell. I realized that Gary did not smell much better. We loaded Gary, shirtless, in the front passenger seat of my car, and I drove home, mostly in silence. Gary made a few smart assed remarks that I mostly ignored. As we pulled into the driveway, I said, "It is a good think mom has probably gone to bed, or you'd be in for it." This evoked a loud laugh from my brother, "Gone to bed? Is that what you call it? She's paralyzed drunk, passed out." "Gary, she is having a bad time of it since Dad died. Give her a break." Despite the fact that I was really pissed at my mom for not being stronger, I felt compelled to defend her. "She's having a tough time of it? What about me? What about you?" Gary was becoming a bit belligerent. I decided I did not need to argue with my drunk younger brother about my mom's behavior. "Let's not fight about this. It appears to me that you lost your 'moral high ground' to criticize mom for drinking too much tonight anyhow." I could not resist this final barb. Gary was not so drunk that he did not see the irony and hypocrisy of criticizing mom for drinking in his current state. "Point taken" was his only response. I helped steady him up the step to his bedroom. "Give me those pants and I will wash your shirt and pants for you before mom gets wise." Gary unbuckled his pants, unclasped the snap and pulled them down, along with his underwear. As he did, his flaccid penis flopped out. I was shocked and amazed, "Jesus, Gary, I did not mean for you to strip naked." I could not help staring at the six inch long flaccid penis in front of me. "Hell, it's not like you have never seen one of these before, sis." Gary said, stepping out of the legs of his pants, and attempting to hand them to me. Gary seemed to be completely at ease being naked right now with no pretense of modesty. I stood there in shock. The truth was that this was the very first penis I had ever seen, but I certainly did not want to admit my inexperience to my younger brother, who appeared to me much more experienced and worldly than his older sister at this moment. "That's not the point, Gary. You are not supposed to be showing your dick to your sister." But despite my desire to look away, I could not stop staring at my first real life viewing of a penis. I was mesmerized by its size, shape and color. The first thing I noticed was the distinct head that appeared to stand apart from the shaft. And the color was darker, almost purple; nothing like Gary's normal complexion. I must admit, I was intrigued by the cock exposed in front of me despite the fact that it was attached to my brother. I was embarrassed and excited at the same time; but I could not stop staring. In his alcohol induced haze, Gary did not seem to notice my stare. He shoved the pants and underwear, all wadded together, at me. "Girl, take care of my laundry, light starch on the shirt, press the slacks, have them back to me in the morning." He joked and then fell backwards on to his bed atop the covers. As he fell back, I remember his penis flopping up and slapping against his lower abdomen, making a distinct smacking sound. I slowly turned away, and started down to the laundry room, holding the 'vomit soiled' clothing at arms length away from me. But as I walked away, I realized that I could feel my pulse in my clitoris and my vagina was getting wet. The sight of my brother's penis was arousing me! I was embarrassed by my reaction, but I was reacting to this sight. And the image of Gary's naked body, particularly his penis, was etched in my mind, firmly! I caught myself looking back over my shoulder as I exited his room, stealing one more glance at his naked body. I started the load of wash, looked in on my mom and determined that she was, in fact, asleep or passed out, depending upon your point of view. I went back upstairs. Initially, I was just going to go into my room, but as I ascended the stairs, I was drawn back to Gary's room. The pull was too powerful to resist. I am ashamed to admit it, but I wanted to see his penis again. So under the guise of checking on him to make sure he was OK, I knocked on his door, and opened it without waiting to be invited in. Gary was lying on his back, naked on his bed, spread eagle. I had to admit that he had started to develop a marvelous body. He had muscular arms and shoulders; a well defined chest; a flat, tight abdomen; nice, muscular thighs; and a very intriguing penis. Although I had no other penises to compare to it, Gary's penis seemed exceptionally large and thick compared to what I expected a penis to be. "Are you OK?" I asked, looking for some reason to enter his room. "I will be when you stop spinning the room." Gary had his arm across his face, shielding his eyes as he lay totally exposed on his back. With his arm blocking his eyes, I felt a bit more at ease inspecting my brother's naked form. I noticed that his penis was twitching slightly, and seemed to grow slightly with each twitch. "Well, the best solution to the 'spinning room' is don't drink. If you dance to the music...." I quipped, trying to make small talk. "Could we hold the lecture until the morning? I might even remember and listen to it then." Gary asked, without removing his arm from across his eyes. I decided he was right, and remained silent. I stood there studying his naked form for several moments before I grabbed a sheet from the hall linen closet, and covered my brother's naked form. I closed the door quietly as I left, and retreated to my room next door. I could not get the image out of my mind. I undressed, donned my normal sleeping attire: a tee shirt and kept on my panties. And I climbed into bed. Almost without thinking, I found my fingers moving inside my panties as I revisited the image of my brother's naked body. I was surprised at how wet I was. My reaction again embarrassed me. I felt ashamed , but very aroused. I rubbed small circles around my erect clitoris, and I achieved an orgasm remarkably quickly. Normally it takes me 15 minutes of so to masturbate to orgasm. Tonight I got myself there in about three minutes. I was not proud of myself at that moment. But the orgasm was more intense than normal. My self induced sexual release relaxed me, and I drifted off to sleep still thinking about that wonderfully erotic image of my brother's penis. The next morning: I awoke, went down and moved Gary's clothes from the washer to the dryer. I was feeling some compassion for him, so I got a glass of juice and two Tylenol pills, and took them to him. Additionally, I am ashamed to admit, I did feel a magnetic attraction to try to sneak a peek at Gary's penis again. I had my robe on over my tee shirt and panties. As I approached Gary's bedroom door with the juice and Tylenol, I untied my robe and allowed it to hang open from my shoulders. I would like to claim I do not know why I did this; but that would be a lie. Something inside me, which I do not understand, wanted to expose my firm, and now erect, braless nipples and panties to Gary's gaze. I must admit, after being so intrigued by Gary's body myself; I wanted Gary to admire my body as well; I wanted Gary to acknowledge, even if only to himself, that his older sister was developing a very nice body too. I was not thinking about any physical contact between us; but I did want to demonstrate that I looked pretty damn good too. I wanted my brother to know that he was not the only one with a phenomenally nice body in the making. As I said, I do not fully understand why getting an admiring glance from Gary was important to me. Why did I want him to notice my figure? I simply do not know; but I did. The very thought of what I was going to do, and the vivid image of his naked penis caused my nipples to harden and my vagina to grow moist. I felt wicked, and that wickedness excited me. Up to this point in my life, I had been the perfect vestal virgin; untouched without having a single wicked thought or action. I knocked on the door and, again, opened it without waiting for an invitation in. "Gary, are you still alive? Here take this, it will help you feel human again." I walked in offering the juice and Tylenol. Gary stirred, and tried to open his eyes, but clearly was having trouble focusing. He was lying on his back, very much in the same position that I had left him in last night. The sheet which was lying over his naked form revealed a clear and distinct outline of his shape. The very first thing that I noticed was the huge erection Gary was sporting this morning. The sheet did little to hide the size and dimensions of this rigid tool. I had never seen an erect penis before, and I was astonished at the apparent length and girth of this erection barely hiding under the sheet. I handed him the juice as he struggled to sit up, and actually placed the two Tylenol into his mouth as he opened for me. Sitting up now, with the sheet gathered around his waist, his erection made a tent poking straight up. It was so obvious, it was distracting to me. Despite me intentionally looking away several times, Gary's erection seemed to demand that my eyes return again and again to glance at the large pole sticking straight up straining at the sheet. I could feel myself blush each time I did so; afraid Gary would notice my fixation. "Thank you, sis. And thanks for getting me last night. I am sorry I am such a pain." As Gary spoke, it occurred to me that he did not seem to be aware of his obvious boner. "It's OK. I'd say that 'you would do the same for me', but I think you probably would just leave me swimming in my own vomit in the basement of Caroline's house!" We both laughed at the thought. I turned and started the leave, not sure where this was going, and wanting to leave before my fixation with his erection became too obvious. "Sis, stay and talk to me." Gary got serious. "Do you miss him a lot?" "Of course I do." I responded. "We all do. It is hard on all of us. I understand what you are going through." I paused and we sat there in silence, thinking about what we had lost. "But he would want us to go on and not 'wallow in grief'. Dad would want us to use his death to motivate us, not to defeat us. He would want us to lean on each other now." I leaned in and hugged him, and he hugged me back. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes as I reflected on Dada and his death. This hug was affectionate, and not the least bit sexual or inappropriate. As I write this it occurs to me that was the last hug Gary & ever shared that did not have some sexual tension. Holding him for those 30 to 40 seconds, I felt the tears start to stream down my face. And I tried to regain my composure. After a minute or two, I broke the silence, "Look, I don't want to be mean; but your breath stinks. If you want to talk any more, you need to go brush your teeth and rinse your mouth out." I sat on the edge of his bed waiting for his reaction to my candid remark. Elizabeth's Story Ch. 01 At the moment, an insult seemed to be the best way to move away from the emotional reflection on Dad, and move on to more normal discourse between Gary and me. But quickly I was reminded of the sexual tension of Gary's nakedness, his huge impressive erection, and my unnatural attraction to my brother's rigid penis. "Ah sis, ain't nothing but a little vomit. That's all." Gary made a face feigning hurt at my comment, then continued, "I admit, my mouth tastes like a dog has taken a dump in there." Then he got up. He appeared to think about using the sheet as cover, but seemed to decide it was far too cumbersome. "OK, sis, turn your head, and no peeking." and walked to the bathroom that he & I shared. I turned my head slightly, and remarked, "After the show you put on last night, I think I have already seen everything you have." I could not help but peek as he got up, his erection poking skyward. And as he walked past me, I could not resist I watching his firm ass as he walked away from me. He did have a wonderful physique. I felt so damn conflicted. I was attracted to my brother; and I just could not help the magnetic appeal of his firm, muscular body right now. I knew this was wrong. I could not help it. I listened from his bed as he brushed his teeth and gargled with mouth wash. As he returned to the bedroom his penis swayed proudly in front of him, still about three quarters erect, it poked straight out in front of him. Gary made no attempt to cover himself. His comfort being naked in front of me was peculiar, but exciting. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, and I moved to sit 'Indian style', my legs crossed underneath me, as he returned. I knew that in this position, the thin cotton gusset of my white panties was all that covered my now very wet, very aroused vagina. I sat there aware that I was giving Gary a good view of my panty covered virgin pussy. I do not know why that excited me as it did, but it clearly did. I wanted Gary to look at me with the same lust and admiration with which I was looking at him. His eyes went right for my panties as he walked across the room. I pretended not to notice, but his gaze thrilled me beyond belief. I am ashamed to admit that I was flashing my baby brother, and I liked doing it. I could feel my vagina pulsing slightly and lubricating. I could feel the wetness leaking out of me. I wondered if the wetness was visible to Gary as he glanced at my crotch, looked away, and then glanced again. God this was such a rush. My face burned with a combination of excitement and embarrassment; embarrassment about what I was doing; and embarrassment at how exciting it felt to do it. I thought I could see his penis arch up and grow each time he glanced between my legs. I liked knowing that my private parts excited him as much as his erection excited me. I looked with increasing admiration each time his penis would arch up and pulse under my gaze. It was a marvelous sight; one that I will never forget. I loved watching his penis slowly react to the 'innocent' viewing of my panties. With each successive pulse, it rose slightly, and was now standing slightly 'north of horizontal'. It was considerably longer and thinker than it had been last night in its flaccid state. I thought to myself, 'the male penis is a marvelously interesting device indeed.' Gary caught me looking and detected a bit of shock in my face as his penis stiffened. "I think you are peeking a bit there Liz", he said boldly. But still he made no attempt to hide his throbbing cock. Clearly he was impressed with his own endowment, and not the least bit bashful of showing off. I guess my face betrayed my thoughts. Gary quipped, "You look like you just saw a snake." As he laughed at his own 'witty comment' his erect penis bounced wildly slapping his abdomen. "Jesus, Gary. You are sporting one hell of an erection there. What gives?" I pretended to be completely unaware of my barely covered pussy and any role I might have in forcing him to sustain, and grow, this erection. I made no attempt to cover up, or to end our little game. At this point, we were just involved in a slightly older version of the children's game, 'I'll show you mine, if you show me your'. Wicked as it felt, I really believed this was harmless 'show and tell' exploration; nothing more. And I was learning things about the male anatomy that they simply did not teach in school. "It's just a little 'morning wood'." Gary answered. "George wakes up rigid every morning. It's just part of the territory." Gary was obviously enjoying my shock, discomfort and interest. He certainly was not going to admit my exposed panties were playing any role in his arousal. "You are kidding me. You wake up with a boner like that every morning? And you named your penis 'George'?" I was amazed at this revelation. "How do you guys deal with those things, anyway? How do you even walk with those things?" "It's hard." Gary laughed at his own pun, which triggered me to laugh a bit. "It certainly is. How do you get rid of that thing? You can't walk around like that all day?" I was genuinely curious about the function of the male anatomy right now; but I was also aroused at this whole surreal situation. "Well most of the time, I just work the 'stiffness out of my joint' manually, if I don't have a female friend to lend a helping hand." Gary was testing me to see how I would react. Would I be offended and flee; or would I remain and discuss 'morning erections' with my baby brother. I shocked Gary and me, "Let me see how you do it." I could not believe I had just said that. I blushed at my own boldness. I almost followed up with 'I'm only kidding', but something stopped me. I wanted to see if he would show me how he 'relieved his pressure'. "Seriously sis? You want to watch me do this? Jack off?" His penis seemed to pulse up and grow bigger and more rigid just at the thought of masturbating I front of me. I know I should have said 'no, I was only kidding'. I know I should have left him to handle his needs I private. But I was mesmerized and aroused, very aroused; and I was not thinking straight. I really wanted to see this, to learn about how this all worked. I tried to keep my voice calm. I tried to sound clinical. "Sure. I have never seen anybody do that before. Consider it an educational demonstration for me." Hell not only hadn't I ever seen a guy masturbate before; this was my first penis to even observe in any state. It was certainly my first opportunity to witness an erect penis. But Gary did not need to know that. "OK, you are not going to tell anyone about this, right?" I chuckled at that thought. "Of course not. Cross my heart. Who would I tell anyway? What would I tell them? I am being as bad as you are right now." With that he took his shaft in his fist and slowly stroked up and down, rocking his hips to and fro as he did it. He walked up closer to me, standing about two feet in front of me as I sat on the bed watching this demonstration with amazement. I could feel myself grow wetter as I watched my brother stroke up and down is long rigid shaft within arms reach of me. I was captivated by the beauty of the purple head straining upward against his downward strokes. I could not help but wonder how a penis that long and that thick could ever fit in any girl's vagina without tearing her open, hurting her. It certainly could not fit inside me without doing a lot of damage I concluded. The thought scared and excited me at the same time. I had a major urge to reach down and touch myself. It took all my limited will power to resist that temptation. In my 19 years on the planet, this was the most profoundly sexy education I had ever received. Today, I am a married woman with two children, and this is still the most erotic moment of my life. Stepping forward, with his erection now inches from my face, Gary said, "Help me out here, sis." I looked up at him with lust and shock, "I can't do that, Gary. You're my brother." Gary looked at me and seemed to sense the lust in my eyes. He seemed to sense my state of arousal. While still slowly stroking up and down his rigid pole with his right hand, he reached down with his left hand; Gary took my hand and slowly, very slowly, brought it up to his rigid erection. "Gary, we can't be doing this." I protested verbally, but I allowed him to place my hand on his shaft. I remember vividly feeling the warmth, and the weight of his engorged penis. It was firm, but incredibly smooth. The texture was like nothing I had ever touched before. And the sight and touch served to arouse me more profoundly than I have ever been before. God, I wanted to reach down and touch myself. I have never wanted to touch myself more. I knew I could climax almost instantly with even the slightest stimulation on my clitoris. But I refrained from doing that, from touching myself. Even as I was telling myself and my brother that we could not do this, I willingly wrapped my fingers around him and felt the thickness of an erect penis for the first time. My fingers barely could encircle the entire thickness of his shaft. After closing my fingers, I just froze, leaving my hand in place as Gary humped his erection in and out of my hand. The thickness, rigidity and weight of the erection all surprised me. I was simply unable to process the enormity of this event at the moment. I had never intended that my visit to Gary's room this morning would lead to any physical contact between us. I knew my sexual curiosity, which had led me to looking at my brother, was totally inappropriate; but I never intended to actually touch him, certainly not masturbate him. My entire world seemed to be moving in slow motion. And as absurd as it might seem, I felt as though it was not me, but someone else inside my body doing this. It felt as though I was watching myself from outside myself, and that I no longer controlled my own actions. If it sounds like I am trying 'distance myself from these actions', even remove blame and guilt; perhaps I am. Nonetheless, that is how it felt at this very moment, like someone else was holding Gary's rigid cock, and I was an innocent bystander watching the event unfold. Gary then took my wrist and started moving my hand for me, demonstrating what he wanted, or needed, me to do for him. After two or three strokes of my fist driven by Gary, he released my wrist and I continued to move my fist up and down, pumping his erection in time with his hips thrusting back and forth. Involuntarily, I started rocking my own hips, and squeezing my legs together as I masturbated my brother inches from my face. Gary's movements became more pronounced, and more rapid. I found that my own rocking was now matching Gary's pace. I was caught up in the most erotic and arousing experience of my young life. Gary started moaning ever so slightly, "Oh, sis, you are getting me close. Oh damn, you are good. Shit." His comment sent a shiver straight through my own aroused loins. I was squeezing my legs together tightly now, stimulating my erect clitoris between my thighs without directly touching myself. I did not understand what was happening, or why I was reacting as profoundly as I was, but I was caught up in the total eroticism of seeing and touching my first erection; and giving my first hand job. God I was so friggin' turned on; I actually felt dizzy with lust. Gary moaned "Liz, I am going to shoot". Before I knew what was happening the first long string of warm, white semen erupted from Gary's penis, shooing through the air several inches, landing on my arm and t-shirt, barely missing my face. The suddenness of the ejaculation, and the strength of the squirt as it shot from his erection caught me by surprise; and, to my amazement, the shock triggered my own orgasm. Sitting there with my legs tightly squeezed together, I started to cum as I pumped his cock in my fist. Other than squeezing my legs together, there was no physical contact on my private parts; yet I managed to have a powerful orgasm; the most powerful orgasm of my young life. I let out a moan as the waves of my own climax crashed across my lower body through my pelvis. Gary did not seem to notice my climax; he was too wrapped up in his own orgasm at the moment. My own orgasm surprised, no shocked me, "Oh, Gary, damn, oh....oh. God." I moaned as the waves of pleasure quaked across me. My entire body shook and quivered as the waves of pleasure rocked though my vagina. I could feel myself spasm in wave as my vagina seemed to open and close in the most intense response I had ever experienced. Within seconds, the second eruption from Gary's penis was launched into the air, this time landing on my thigh in a long white string of goo. One of the most salient memories I have of that moment is the aroma of his semen. I had not expected semen to have any odor. I guess I never even thought about is. But the poignant scent that permeated my nostrils only served to increase my arousal and further embed this event into my memory. I stopped pumping his penis for a moment, to which he urged me on, "Oh, Liz, don't stop. I am not done yet." And he grabbed my wrist and motioned me to continue, which I did. Immediately a third string of semen shot from his erection; this one not as large, not as powerful. The third rope of semen seemed to dribble down my fist and down Gary's shaft as I finished pumping him. Suddenly, Gary grabbed my hand to stop me, "OK, that's enough. I am too sensitive now." I was astonished at what I was learning about how the male anatomy functioned. I was amazed at how stimulating it was to give my first hand job and to jack off my brother to orgasm. But most of all, I could not believe I had a climax with no physical contact or stimulation at all. I suspect most of the readers think I am exaggerating, that no one can reach a climax by merely squeezing their legs together. I assure you I did on that day a little more than a decade ago. But truthfully, it never has happened again to me. I was also shocked to learn how sensitive the penis became after a climax. It surprised me how contact, that moments before was stimulating, was suddenly unpleasant. Yes, I was learning a great deal. My heart was pounding in my chest. I was panting, trying to catch my breath. I held my semen covered hand out, not knowing exactly what I should do or where I should go to clean up. I was in a state of shock. The enormity of what I had just done, understanding the magnitude of the sin I had just committed and the social mores I had violated had not hit me yet. I was still caught up in my post-orgasmic euphoria. I instinctively brought my semen covered fist up to my face to examine the precious 'essence of male virility'. Its white translucent color seemed to change as I examined it. It seemed to go from thick white, to a translucent, cloudy color right before my eyes. I wasn't sure if my eyes were playing tricks on me or not. The entire experience seemed surreal. But my first exposure to semen remains one of my most vivid memories I have, even to today. I have been attracted to semen ever since that moment. I smelled the sticky material; it definitely had a unique, and very distinctive aroma. An aroma that I found somewhat pleasant, but I did not know why. The scent seemed to connect with some deep primal instinct that I did not understand. But I liked the way Gary's semen smelled; I liked it a lot. As I was studying the gooey mess on my fist and wrist, Gary fell backwards on his bed, appearing to be exhausted, totally spent. "Liz, that was the absolute best orgasm I have ever had. Thank you. You are wonderful. Can I do anything for you now?" Gary 's question shocked me back to the reality of what we had just done. A wave of guilt and embarrassment came crashing over me. "No. This was a one time experience. We should not have done that. But I am fine." I needed to separate myself from this situation as fast as I could. "I need to go clean up. You need to get dressed." I do not know why, but I decide not to tell him that I had climaxed as well. I needed to sort out my own reaction to this event before I could discuss it with anyone else. I got up, holding my hand and arm such that the semen on my hand and arm did not spill on the floor or bed. I felt the globs of semen on my thigh started running down my leg. "Gary, get me a tissue or a rag." Fearful that I would drip semen from my leg on to the floor, I sat back down on the bed waiting for Gary to rescue me from this gooey mess that was 'entrapping me'. Gary , returned with a warm, damp wash cloth and gently wiped the semen from my hand, arm and thigh. As he was cleaning my thigh, he slowly started to inch up towards my panties. I stopped him. "No, Gary. We have already done quite enough: too much. I need to take a shower. You need to get dressed. Mom will be awake and looking for both of us soon." I got up, and walked into our shared bathroom. Before closing the bathroom door, I took one look back over my shoulder to see Gary watching me; his penis slowly deflating. God, he did look good; but this was so very wrong, on so many levels. What had I done? Why had I allowed this to happen? This was stupid and wrong. I felt a wave of guilt and shame come over me as I waited for the water to get warm. Why are things that are so pleasurable and enticing so wrong; or why are things that are wrong so exciting and enticing? Damn, life was complicated. And I just made my life far more complicated than it needed to be. I climbed in the warm shower in an unsuccessfully attempted to wash my guilt away. Coming soon: Chapter two: the rest of Saturday .....dealing with the impact of our actions.... Elizabeth's Story Ch. 02 (This may be the last entry into Elizabeth's Story as I've lost her as my muse for this tale. I always write for people and Elizabeth feels this is the end of her desire to reveal herself to the readers.) * Mistress finished her shopping and paraded me back down the street and into the car. By that time I had become inured to the humiliation of my ass and tits on display and the cat calls from those on the street. Most were demeaning, asking me what happened to my tits, where were they, and more. A few wanted my ass, puckered through the latex tights like a ripe melon ready for harvest. Mistress walked slowly, letting all of the comments come, and by the time we reached the car she climbed in leaving me on the street. "Please Mistress, may I enter?" I knew she would wait for me to beg, and then wait some more making me wonder if I were to be abandoned before finally releasing the lock and allowing me to enter. She never spoke on the ride home and I knew not to say anything unless it was in response to her. I let the memory of my abased parade in the streets fall from my thoughts and wondered what Mistress had in store for me tonight. The outfit indicated that while my tits and ass would certainly be abused, the way the outfit covered my pussy and asshole suggested that it was not Mistress' desire that I would derive the benefit of those holes being filled or used in any way. Recalling the leaded weights and the new stronger rings that had been forced into my nipples meant I was in for some pain and the way my ass cheeks protruded from the tights, they too would be in for some punishment. I smiled inwardly at the thought of being used this way, or enduring the pain and eventually enjoying the delicious release it would bring me and hoped I could hold that release until Mistress granted me that single pleasure. Above all else I wanted, no needed to please Her. Arriving at Mistress's home I was led to her living room and made to kneel on my hands and knees where I knew a coffee table had once been. Now all I saw were four large steel rings in the floor and two smaller ones one on side. Mistress positioned me so that my wrists were near two of the large steel rings and, using steel handcuffs secured each wrist to a separate ring. She similarly cuffed each of my ankles then left me alone. She returned shortly, too soon for me to absorb my situation and set a vase of flowers on the small of my back. "It would not be good for you slut if those flowers were to fall." I sharp slap of her hand on my bare ass cheek accompanied her remarks and I steadied myself to keep the vase from tumbling. I heard the doorbell ring and Mistress left to answer it. She returned with another woman, young and very pretty. She had red hair and green eyes, stood about five foot nine and while very thin her tits were huge. Mistress said to her. "This slut will be the center of the party tonight, Susan. I need you to dress and prepare food and drinks for the guests. Slut is not to be engaged in conversation. Slut is a piece of furniture, a piece of art whatever. I need to dress for my guests, may I trust you to be ready in time?" "Certainly Maam. I do appreciate the job for the night and if there is anything more you need, anything at all, please use me as you wish." "I already have one slut for the crowd Susan, but if she falters?? Well you never know. Now off to work with you Slut. Remember my warning!" "Yes Mistress." I replied doing my best to be still, making the act of staying still all the harder. I could feel the weight of the new nipple rings pulling my nipples down and could not help but look at the two unused small rings embedded just below my tits. I was anxious for the party to commence yet did my best to control my escalating desire for what I suspected was to come. When Susan returned to the room she was dressed in an apron and heels, nothing else. The apron was stiff white cotton, just a bit too small to cover her ample tits. Just long enough to cover her cunt, but her ass was left open. I found myself imagining her and I entangled with her pussy pressed to my mouth, Oh how I wanted to taste her. As she moved about the room I could smell her pussy more and more. The promise of the party she was to serve was making her wet and the aroma of her sex was intoxicating. I wanted to suck her pussy and drink her juices. I wanted to feel her orgasm on my face. Mistress returned to the room in a beautiful, albeit shear dress that left nothing to the imagination. Her beautiful breasts and shaved pussy were more evident then if she's walked into the room stark naked. She held a riding crop in one hand and a whip in the other. I braced myself but she merely laid them on my back next to the vase and went to the door as the bell rang. I group of women, all very attractive entered the room and the noise of their conversations filled the air. I saw blondes, brunettes and red heads as well as one woman whose head was shaved bald. All were in great shape with curves in the right places and hardened nipples tenting their blouses or dresses. The sat in the sofa's and love seats that surrounded me and used my body to hold their drinks, to rest their feet and support their dishes filled with the snacks Mistress' waitress had passed between them. I could occasionally hear the splat of a hand smacking into what I imagined was Susan's naked ass and lots of laughter. One woman, the one with the shaved head soon got up and went to the powder room. When she returned a few minutes later she leaned over and whispered something to Mistress. I heard Mistress laugh and then say. "Well that what slut is here for. She can take care of that for you, just bend over for her." The bald woman came and knelt in front of my face, kneeling away from me and hoisting her skirt up over her hips then spread her ass cheeks and said. "I understand you're the toilet paper tonight slut, clean me!" I saw the remnants of her shit and piss and cringed before pushing my head forward and licked her pussy clean, using the pungent taste of her urine to mask the musky awful taste and feel of her bowel waste. I did not shirk my Mistress's wishes and used my tongue to penetrate and clean the inside of her ass as well as the outside. Soon others were getting up and coming back to present me with their urine soaked pussies and shit covered asses. As I was pushing my tongue deep into one woman's asshole I heard the felt the sting of the riding crop on my left ass cheek. The shock of the lash forced me forward embedding my tongue deep into her asshole. Again and again the crop pummeled my ass cheeks and my tongue dove in and out of her ass. I felt feet resting on my shoulders and a cold drink on my back and I made sure not to move so much that the vase tumbled. At some point the "fun" of me cleaning pussies and asses abated and I saw Mistress lying on the carpet near me. She held the bag of lead weights and was reaching over to attach a small one to my left nipple ring. The weight easily clipped on to my ring and as she released her hand the weight dropped, yanking my nipple down hard. I swallowed a scream as Mistress moved back with another weight for my right nipple. The weights were unbalanced and the one on the right much heavier then the one on the left causing me to feel different levels of pain in each of my tits. As I got used to the aching in my nipples Mistress would attach another weight and the pain would double. By the time she was done there were at least ten lead weights on each ring and I could see my nipples being stretched to an ungodly length and the noise from my throat was no longer so subtle. Someone else had taken up the whip and was working it over my ass, rhythmically, first one cheek then the other, fast then slow, down near my thigh then up near my spine then again and again on the softer fleshy cheek itself. I was too busy working to convert the pain while not letting the vase fall that I did not notice when Mistress fitted a gag ring into my mouth and secured it behind my head. She pulled my hair so my head fell back, further stretching my tits and putting additional pressure on my weighted nipples. Mistress then wedged a funnel into my mouth then someone squatted over the funnel and released a stream of hot piss right into my mouth. I had no choice but to swallow the pungent liquid and it was all I could do to not gag. The pain in my nipples was blossoming and my ass was receiving a steady lashing from the whip as I guzzled the warm piss. After all of the women had emptied their bladders and filled my belly the action stopped and I was allowed time to rest. Not that I was released from any bonds, nor were the weights removed from my nipples but the whipping stopped and the funnel was removed, though the gag wasn't. The whip went silent and the heat radiated from my ass and my pussy dripped like a broken faucet. I was left in the room while the woman all went in to dine. All the abuse had brought me so close to orgasm I was afraid I'd cum without Mistress's permission, now as the glow ebbed and I realized I would not yet get to enjoy the wonder of that orgasm I wept silently to myself at the lost opportunity. The taste of piss filled my mouth and throat as I listened to the women enjoying their meal. The night was young, my tits were sore and my ass was tender and I was still anxious for the women to resume, I lived for the humiliation and for the hope that I could cum, a huge whole body fucking orgasm. It was just a matter of time and patience and I knew Mistress would allow me that moment of pure pleasure, though not before a good deal more humiliation and abuse. I heard them returning from dinner and caught one woman asking. "So can we strap on a fat cock and open that slut of yours up Lisa?" "Slut is here to serve us, ladies, she will gladly do whatever I ask of her. If its strap on cocks the strap them on, if you want her to take you orally then sit on her face and smother her with your cunts. Ladies, my slut is here for you. Be imaginative, and most of all enjoy your selves. In addition I've a real treat for you." As Mistress spoke she went to the closet and retrieved a very realistic cock. It almost looked as if it had been severed from some very well endowed man. Mistress showed it to all the ladies who in general remarked at how long it had been since they'd had a man. Mistress then placed the back end of the cock into the gag ring in my mouth and carefully screwed it into place. I now had a cock jutting from my mouth. "Remember ladies when the men in out lives took such pleasure in fucking our faces? Do you remember how they would cum in our mouths making us choke on their seed? Well tonight you get to have some of that fun, you can fuck my sluts face and enjoy it too!" Then she called for Susan, the maid who'd been their serving wench. She brought her to stand in front of me and removed her apron revealing her shaved bald pussy. "Go ahead Susan, fuck my sluts face and get that cock nice and wet." Squatting in front of me to lower her cunt to my cock Susan slid her pussy over the cock till her labia met my face, then she moved back. She slowly, at first, fucked my face and the action of her thrusts made the almost forgotten weights hung on my nipple rings sway and inflict tremors once again in my tits. As Susan began to rock into me ever faster I felt the sting of a whip on my naked ass cheeks. Coupled with the now constant pain in my nipples I felt my own body slide towards orgasm. I was lost in my own feelings when Susan orgasmed and came all over my face, her pussy juices flooding my face and coating me with her pungent arousal. Sliding off my facial cock I could not help but stare at her red and inflamed cunt, her pussy convulsing in her orgasm and I came too. After that the others came and mounted my mouth and I soon lost track of everything as one long and continuous orgasm wracked my frail little girl body. When the action stopped my arms gave out and I fell face forward towards the floor. Mistress laughed and slid her hand under my chest and removed the weights that had so tormented my tits. I had no time to enjoy the moment as she locked my rings to the rings embedded in the floor. I felt the thin strip of material that had covered my asshole and pussy pulled to the side and a dildo entered my wet and ready pussy. It felt so good to have that hard cock inside me that I failed to realize that when the thrusts began my nipples would be forced forward and of course being locked in place could only stretch in severe pain and I howled. The cock still locked into the gag ring muffled my screams, but the assault on my nipples continued or some time as the women fucked both of my holes again and again. At some point it all stopped and I felt arms reaching under me to free my tits, other hands releasing my ankles. I'd have fallen over to the floor if allowed but I felt myself being carried and peeked to see Susan holding me and taking my to Mistresses bedroom. Mistress was trailing behind her casually whipping her ass as we went. Once in Mistresses room, Susan was made to bed down on the floor at the foot of Mistresses bed as I was wrapped into Mistresses arm and she cooed in my ear. "You were a good slut for Mistress tonight. Did you enjoy yourself slut?" "Yes Mistress! Thank you!" Enveloped in her arms I recalled the soft caress of Marie and hoped that this Mistress would never do what Marie had done. I slept and dreamt of what tomorrow would bring and how I could better serve my Mistress. Elizabeth's Story Ch. 02 I remained in the shower for an extended period of time, trying to deal with the conflict that was overwhelming me. I could not quite get my mind around what had just occurred; and what I had done. I had just masturbated my younger brother to orgasm. And the excitement and thrill of seeing my first penis erupt with ropes of translucent semen shooting inches into the air before coming to rest upon my arm, legs and shirt was simply too much. With only the pressure of me squeezing my thighs together as my brother ejaculated, I too climaxed. It was the most profoundly erotic moment of my young life. But now I was feeling pangs of remorse. In a moment of weakness, I had crossed a line that our society has deemed un-crossable. I had violated one of the most fundamental taboos that exist; a taboo that has existed since biblical time. I was ashamed, and guilt ridden; at the same time I was excited and confused. I did not fully understand my reaction to the events of an hour ago; but the image of Gary's magnificent erect cock as it erupted with the remarkable spewing of semen was profoundly stimulating to me. Even now, awash with guilt and shame, I could not deny that by simply recalling these events, I grew aroused almost instantly. To say I was conflicted does no justice to the inner turmoil I was experiencing. Part of me wanted to recoil and pretend my wicked behavior this morning never occurred; and part of me wanted to see and touch that marvelous erection again. I exited the shower, dried and quickly dressed in gym shorts and an athletic top. I did not want to face Gary, or anyone else right then; I needed time alone. There is one activity of total solitude which allows me to search my most inner thoughts: running. I donned my running shoes, and exited the house, grabbing an apple as I started my run. It was 3.4 miles from my front door to the closest Starbuck's, and I headed that direction at a furious pace. I was perspiring lightly when I arrived at the coffee shop about 30 minutes after leaving my house. I ordered a 'venti coffee', doctored it of my liking, and sat in one of the overstuffed chairs in the corner. As I sat there, sipping my coffee, I replayed the events of that morning. Yes, I was ashamed; and yet my vagina was lubricating as I recalled what I had done. I wanted to garner some genuine regret, and contrition; but I could not deny that I was aroused by the thought of Gary's erection, his ejaculation under my manual stimulation. My own surprising climax as my brother shot his semen all over was undeniable proof of the magnitude of my arousal at the sight and touch of my brother's rigid cock. And now, the memory was indelibly etched in my mind. The events of this morning had been more than a physical or sexual experimentation for me; it was a significant emotional event. The intimacy that Gary and I shared this morning, which led to powerful orgasms for both of us, had resulted in a very real emotional connection from my perspective. I had no idea what Gary was feeling at this moment. As I sat there, sipping my coffee, I feared that I was about to learn a valuable lesson in the difference between how men and women view intimacy. On some level, I knew that often times men can be intimate without an emotional connection. Men are capable of 'sport humping' or, to be more crude, 'sport fucking'. Women on the other hand have a tendency to tie deep emotional connections to real intimacy. And as absurd as it now sounds, the physical exchange that Gary and I shared this morning had touched me more deeply than a simply being physical release. I was now emotionally attached to my brother in a way that certainly was not normal, and arguably not healthy. I needed to find and confront Gary to determine his state of mind. I took a convoluted way home. I needed time to think about what I wanted to say to my younger brother about our encounter this morning. My best guess is I made the return trip 5 or 6 miles long, and took a little better than an hour to complete the run. It was approaching noon when I arrived home, sweating heavily and having run some of the anxiety out of my body. But I was no closer to understanding my feelings or knowing what I should do next than when I left. Mom was sitting at the kitchen table sipping coffee and nursing her daily hangover. If she stayed true to form, she would start drinking sometime in the early afternoon, be drunk before dinner and be asleep by 8 or 9 p.m. tonight. I felt badly for her, wished I knew how to help her, but I realized I had nothing to offer her. Hopefully, some day she would pull herself out of the alcoholic abyss she occupied, but that would depend on her, not me. Right now, I had my own issues to deal with. I looked for Gary, but could not find him. I was not sure what I would say, if anything, when I found him; but I knew we needed to talk. He was not home. "Where is Gary?" I asked mom. "I don't know. He set out of here like a bat on fire about an hour ago. He did not say where he was heading, or when he'd be back. He really doesn't talk to me much anyway. I guess it is just the stage he is going through." Mom continued, almost talking to herself. "I am glad you and I still communicate well." I thought to myself how silly the last statement sounded. Mom & I had not really talked since Dad died. But I did not see any reason to correct her illusion that we were still communicating and talking. Gary's absence caused my anxiety level to jump. My mind raced with all kinds of scenarios about what he was feeling and thinking, and what he was doing right now. It was concerned that he might be sharing the details of this morning with one or more of his friends. That thought scared me beyond belief. I tried to focus on a book I was reading, but mostly just sat there, staring at the pages without reading them, reliving the events of the morning, and working various scenarios about the future in my head. The daydreams both scared and excited me. Try as I might, I could not purge the vivid images from my brain, and my body reacted to the memories; I was wet and aroused, and ashamed that I was. I decided to abandon this effort and watch some TV. It was mid-afternoon, and Mom was just now starting her ritual of orange juice and vodka. I occupied myself for several hours, waiting for Gary to return, and avoiding Mom. I was getting increasingly pissed that Gary had abandoned me this way. Why wasn't he as anxious as I was to discuss this? Why wasn't he as concerned with my mental and emotional state. It was one of my earliest lessons that men are insensitive bastards; and we really should not expect them to act any better than they do. I finally approached Mom, and offered to make pasta for dinner. Mom was very happy to abdicate dinner responsibility to me. She was not drunk yet, but she was 'on her way', so to speak. It was after five o'clock when Gary came bounding in, acting like he hadn't a care in the world; acting as if everything was normal. In the context of the inner turmoil I was dealing with, his carefree attitude really irritated me. I ignored him to show if my displeasure, but I am not sure he even noticed. We ate dinner. Mom complimented me on the pasta and garlic bread; Gary grunted agreement that it was good. After dinner, Mom retired to the family room with her drink. Gary escaped upstairs and I rinsed the dished and stacked the dishwasher. As I was finishing clearing the table, Mom returned to mix another strong drink. I knew she would be overtaken by an alcohol induce slumber before too long. As I contemplated this morning's events I convinced myself that what Gary & I did was wrong, and it needed to stop. As appealing, exciting and enjoyable as this morning was, continuing a relationship with my brother violated every rule in our society. I freely admit, there was a part of me that wanted this torrid relationship to continue. Mixed with the shame and deep embarrassment of my sin, was the excitement of the memory of masturbating my brother to orgasm, and climaxing myself while I did it. Part of me wanted to experience that again and again. But I knew it was wrong, and I committed to telling Gary we needed to prevent a recurrence. I was deeply conflicted. I was still wearing my running clothes, and I had not bathed since my run earlier in the day, so I decided on taking a shower for the second time today. I decided to clean up before discussing my thoughts with Gary. I also was considering not discussing this tonight but delaying the 'talk' until tomorrow. I guess I was still weighing options and had not really 'committed' to anything quite yet. I went into the bathroom Gary and I shared. It connected both our bedrooms so you could mover direct from Gary's room to mine without entering the hallway if you went through the bathroom. As I undressed, I studied myself in the mirror. I looked good. My breasts were firm, and my nipples were prominent, and erect. My areolas were bright pink and flawless. I was developing a nice firm butt that in conjunction with my long legs, completed a very nice, athletic figure. I was proud of my physical development, and, despite knowing our physical relationship should stop, I really felt that Gary should appreciate how good his sister really looked. After all, I had responded very much to his naked form, I felt a bit insulted that he did not seem to recognize what an attractive woman I was becoming. I turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature. Our shower had a hand held 'shower-pic massager' that hung from the wall. I turned to dial to pulsating massage, and the water pulsed against my breasts and a shoulders. It felt wonderful. I turned and allowed the pulsating jets to massage my neck and shoulders. After only a few minutes, I heard the bathroom door open and close, and my pulse quickened as I stood motionless, listening intently to determine if anyone had entered the room. I heard the unmistakable sound of movement, and my heart pounded even more furiously in my chest. I felt an anxious ache in my stomach as I said simply, "Gary?" without looking outside the shower curtain. "Yeah, Liz, it's me." Gary paused and I waited silently for him to continue. I knew I should ask him to leave, but something stopped me. I just could not direct him to exit the steamy bathroom at that moment; I just could not utter those words. "I just wanted to check on you and see how you are doing?" "I am fine, I guess." There was a quiver in my voice that revealed my nervousness. "I am a little freaked about this morning is all. I can't believe we did that." "It was pretty incredible, and freaky." Gary agreed. Then he slowly pulled to shower curtain back slightly, and peered in at me. He was wearing a pair of sweatpants and tee shirt. The tee shirt highlighted his strong chest and arms. He was well on his way to becoming a very attractive man with an excellent physique. I stood there, in all my glorious nakedness, "Gary, we can't be doing this. This is not right. You are my brother." But I made no attempt to cover myself, or to close the shower curtain. I continued, "This morning was a mistake; a mistake we cannot repeat." Gary said nothing. He just stood there gazing at me in admiration. I could actually feel his eyes scanning my naked form. I shut my eyes and let him look. "Gary, you shouldn't be in here with me." This was as close to asking him to leave as I could muster. But I did not want him to leave. I wanted him to look at me, I wanted him to see me with the same admiration and lust that I looked at him this morning. I turned to face him, allowing the water to strike my breast and abdomen and run across my pelvis as he stared. My nipples were firmly erect, as was my clitoris. I stood there, eyes closed, relishing exposing myself to my brother in this shameless manner. My face burned red with excitement, but I did not turn away. "Damn, Liz, you are beautiful. You are smoking hot." Gary said with the proper appreciation in his voice. His reaction, his validation was precisely what I was seeking, what I needed. "Gary, you shouldn't be looking at your sister like this." I admonished weakly, but did nothing to stop this visual exchange. I was growing increasing aroused under his gaze. I am ashamed to admit it, but I wanted my brother to look at me lustfully. I glanced at the front of his sweatpants, and I could plainly see his erection growing before my eyes. His penis was making a large tent out of the flannel material, pulling it taught as his rising erection strained against the confines of his sweatpants. I could see it pulse and grow as we talked, and as his eyes devoured my naked body. It pleased me greatly that he was aroused by the sight of me. His physical reaction, his growing erection fueled my own arousal. I realize now that my hope of avoiding a repeat of the morning's inappropriate contact was rapidly evaporating as I allowed Gary to look at my naked body and we both grew aroused in the process. Gary then reached over and took the shower massager from its hanger on the wall, and directed it at my chest. I stepped forward slightly. I know I should have stopped this while I still had some ability to do so; but I could not seem to resist this carnal temptation. The warm pulsating jets bounced off my erect nipples and breasts. Painfully slowly, in a teasing manner, Gary began lowering the pulsating jet down, slowly bringing it across my abdomen, and then lower still to my blond pubic hair. My pubic hair was quite light and sparse, giving it a translucent appearance. In fact, my hair is so fine that when I am in the shower the water almost makes me appear to be 'shaven' down there. God, I was aroused. When the jet reached my clitoris, I shuttered and moaned before pulling away. "Oh shit, Gary. That is too intense!" "Spread your legs slightly for me." Gary instructed as he lowered the jet again, this time he was edging the pulsating handle and jets between my legs to jet up against my vaginal opening and clitoris. "Gary, I can't do that. We can't be doing this." I protested, but as I made my protest, I did precisely what Gary asked, I opened my legs and allowed him to hold the handle between my thighs, jetting up at my aroused clitoris. I did not want him to stop or to leave. I needed this emotional contact. Momentarily, Gary dropped the handle of the water massager, leaving it dangling from the wall temporarily; and quickly stripped off his shirt, and sweatpants, before climbing in the shower with me naked. He did not even lock the bathroom door; however, with mom in a drunken stupor, we were not likely to be interrupted. Gary's muscular shoulders and chest, and his tight abdomen framed his erection nicely. His cock was standing erect, straight up as he entered the shower. It swayed invitingly as he stepped into the shower with me. My head was spinning with excitement, fear and arousal. Nothing I had experienced leading up to this moment had prepared me for the wicked excitement I was experiencing as I stood naked in the shower with my brother. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to process all that was happening. Gary grabbed the shower massager handle again, and gently wedged it between my thighs. Spreading my legs slightly to allow him to place the pulsating handle between them, I felt a bit unsteady on my feet in the slippery tub. I grabbed the shower curtain in one hand and balanced myself against the shower wall with the other as I allowed the jet to stimulate me in a manner that I could not have imagined moments before. "Oh shit, Gary, ...so intense...", I was having difficulty speaking as the water stimulated me. I pulled back again from the intensity of the jets on my clitoris. Gary stepped forward a bit to move the jet closer to its targets. "Don't move away. Stand still." Gary was not making a request, he was giving an order. His dominant approach only added to my excitement, and his dominant approach seemed to absolve me of my culpability slightly. He was my younger brother, but he was giving me orders and I was complying. I reasoned that I was slightly less guilty if I was not actually initiating any of this myself. "Oh, Jesus Gary, I don't know if I can take this. It is too much." I moaned, squatting down and spreading my legs wider against the powerful pulsating jet. "Don't move. Let the water work." Gary commanded with an authority that I had not heard before. I wanted to pull away, to give my very sensitive clitoris a moment's break from the intense pulsating jet; however, something deep inside my core wanted to comply with Gary's instructions. As I squatted further to open myself up for the jet to work its magic. I could feel the beginning of a climax starting to build. I was afraid I would topple over as I rocked my hips back and forth, involuntarily, against the steady stream of stimulation. I reached out with both hands to steady myself on Gary's shoulders. With my hands on Gary's shoulders my breasts were stretched upward slightly. Gary slowly reached over and took my right breast into his left hand, and gently tugged at the rigidly firm nipple. Using Gary to steady myself, I felt more confident in squatting more deeply, opening myself up more fully to the pressure of the jet on my erect clitoris. In this position, the water was pulsing against my clitoris and jetting up inside my vagina. "Oh God, Gary. You are going to make me cum." I rocked back and forth, trying to increase the stimulation as my orgasm approached. Gary's penis was fully erect now. The head of it was sticking straight up towards the ceiling. Water was splashing in all directions as it struck my vulva and clitoris. Gary released my breast and placed his hand on the small of my back, and pulled me closer to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my head on his shoulder. My breasts were now pressed firmly into his chest. As my orgasm got closer, I began humping shamelessly against the water stream, squatting deeper. I started to rock my hips in a humping manner. I wanted to press myself into his erection, but the handle of the water massager prevented me from contacting his hard penis. I was making sounds that I did not recognize. I knew that a climax was imminent. As the first wave of my orgasm rocked my core, I surprised myself as well as shocked Gary. In a moment of shear passion and emotional release, I leaned in and kissed Gary, deeply. Parting his lips and forcing my tongue into my brother's open mouth. I moaned loudly into his mouth as I sucked his tongue into mine. It may be difficult to comprehend, but this act, French kissing my brother, probing his mouth with my tongue was even more intimate, more sensual than the hand job I had given him earlier. His tongue pushed back and entered my open mouth, as we kissed deeply and passionately, like lovers. Our tongues played tag, chasing each other from my mouth to his as I continued to climax from the intense water jet teasing my erect clitoris. I humped forward again, trying to grind against his erection as the water continued to drive me to orgasm, but again, my need to contact against his penis was thwarted. The handle of the shower massager prevented me from being able to directly contact his rigid erection with my vulva. Nonetheless, I climaxed, with a powerful orgasm that weakened my knees and made me dizzy. The sounds I made as I came were incomprehensible moans and grunts, but there was no doubt in Gary's mind that his sister was having an incredibly powerful orgasm. And he was the cause. Any thought that this morning's misstep would be a one time event, from which Gary and I might retreat was forever lost. Gary and I were now lovers, deeply passionate lovers, in addition to being siblings. Elizabeth's Story Ch. 02 We had now moved well past the point of no return. Our relationship as brother and sister was forever changed. I can make all kinds of excuses for what happened: Gary and I were both in an emotionally vulnerable place after the death of our father and the deep depression our mother fell into; however, I have to face up to the truth, that I surrendered to the excitement and unexpected lust of my own sexual awakening. And the temptation of a very attractive male, in my house, for whom I had a deep love, was simply too great for me to resist at that stage of my life. What had started out as a relatively innocent game of me peeking at my brother's anatomy had spiraled out of control into a lustful, emotionally and sexually charged physical relationship. It was not planned, it just happened that way. Gary held me as I climaxed, and then the emotions of what had occurred came crashing down upon me, and I began to cry silently. It was not sadness as much as an emotional release. The tears were slowly streaming down my face, and my breasts were heaving as I clung to my brother and sobbed quietly, consumed in shame, guilt coupled with a unique feeling of affection and closeness to my brother. Coming soon... Chapter three: Gary needs his release... And I am unable to deny him... Elizabeth's Story Ch. 03 Gary needs his release and I am unable to deny him what he needs. Gary had just 'forced' me to a powerful orgasm with the pulsating water massager. OK, 'forced' is a gross exaggeration, but he assumed control of the moment, and I not only allowed him to do so, his assertive actions added to my stimulation. It was one of the most intense orgasms of my life; and it triggered an emotional release of major proportions. I felt waves of pleasure and shame alternating through my core. I could not control the tears that were flowing freely now. I did not know precisely what I was feeling at that moment. Gary stood back from me hung the shower massage back in its handle; his penis was erect. His penis waved proudly in front of him. He was fully, and I do mean 'fully', erect. Gary was obviously proud of how well he was endowed, and stood for a moment allowing me to store this mental image of my brother, naked and erect, in front of me. I freely admit, now ten years later, I can still see this magnificent image in my minds eye as clearly as if I were looking at a photo; and the image excites me still. Although I was consumed with shame and guilt, I knew that I could not refuse Gary some release. After all, he had just given me one the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced. It seemed that he needed to 'release his seed' before he burst. His penis was so very rigid, it looked as though it might hurt. I thought briefly that it was simply too big to enter a girl's vagina without hurting her badly. And although I had no intention of ever letting our little game of sexual discovery go that far; I did feel an obligation, and a desire, to assist Gary with achieving some release for his 'raging hard-on' that he got while stimulating me. And I felt an incredible closeness, and affection, for my brother at that moment. In a very real sense, with our father dead, and our mother in her drunken abyss, Gary & I were all the each other had at this moment. I knew it and he knew it. I felt a level of intimacy towards Gary that I cannot fully describe. I felt that we belonged to each other at that moment. In fact, I felt that Gary actually 'owned part of me now', and always would. Ten years later, I still feel he does 'own a piece of me'. Gary's erection rigidly strained towards the ceiling. It was so hard, it looked as though he could break concrete with it. It stood out proudly in front and appeared to reach 7 or more inches into the air. He looked magnificent, like the gods we were reading about in 'Greek mythology' at school. We stared at each other for several moments, our lust for each other growing by the second. Gary stepped towards me and took my hand in his and he slowly raised my hand up as he looked into my eyes with love and lust, and he placed my hand around his rigid shaft. Hesitantly, I wrapped my fingers around his firm penis, still amazed at the thickness of this rigid pole; my fingers barely encircled the circumference. This was only the second time I had touched his erect penis, and it continued to thrill me beyond belief. I stroked down, moving my fist to the base of his erection, pulling the taught skin of his cock even tighter as I studied how Gary's penis responded to my touch. I noticed that as I pulled my fist down to the base, the tiny hole at the head of his cock opened up for me. This intrigued me. I then stoked up the shaft slowly, and repeating the downward motion again. Again the hole at the tip opened. I was mesmerized by my new toy. I wanted to explore and experiment with it, and learn all about it. In fact, rather than a new toy, it was like I had a new pet to play with and get to know. I was little a kid with a new puppy. All I knew for certain is I really liked Gary's penis. I wanted to prolong Gary's climax to give me time to study and explore the operation of his penis. I knew from this morning that once he climaxed, the game was over, at least temporarily. Gary was arching his hips to the movement of my fist, humping forwards and back to accentuate the stimulation by my fist. Gradually, the pace began to quicken and Gary's movements became more animated. I loved how aroused he was becoming. I loved knowing I was the cause of it. There in the shower, with the water washing over both of us, I pumped his rigid cock. He leaned over and kissed me again. Gary's kiss had a combination of love and passion that has never been surpassed. Our tongues played tag, chasing each other from one mouth to the other, and then back again. I felt an outpouring of love and affection for my brother at that moment that was as strong and as real as anything I have ever experienced. Gary brought his hand up and fondled my breasts, teasing the erect nipples. I moaned into his mouth as I gently sucked his tongue into my mouth. As I continued to pump his cock, Gary slowly reached down with his fingers to explore my wet and erect clitoris. I separated my legs ever so slightly to allow him access to my vagina. He gently opened the tight folds of my vulva and inserted one finger into my tight vaginal opening. Gary was the first person to explore my womanhood, the first person to 'finger me'; and it was a wonderfully fulfilling moment. And as perverse as it may sound, it felt right that the first person to finger my wet vagina was my brother. I loved the feeling of Gary's finger penetrating me so intimately. He rotated his finger at my vulva, massaging the opening to my vagina. Even though I had just had an orgasm minutes before, I was getting very aroused at his touch. I realize that much of the sexual discovery I was experiencing happens to most girls with their boyfriends in the parked car or the basement of their home. But something about making these discoveries with someone you have known since birth, with whom you have shared almost every experience of your life, and someone who you love in many ways, and on many levels, made these discoveries seem even more intimate, and more beautiful. I also realize that the shame and the guilt that would follow are a significant price to pay for this intimacy. Gary broke our kiss, and withdrew his finger from my vagina and looked at me lovingly. Slowly, he reached his hands up, placed them on my shoulders, pressing down firmly but gently. I quickly understood what he was trying to do; he was trying to move me into a kneeling position; and as naïve as I was, I understood why he wanted me to kneel in front of him. And I was not sure I was ready for that. I was not certain I wanted to advance our intimacy to that particular level. Yes, I understood what Gary wanted. "Gary, I can't do that." I said as I resisted. "Liz, please. Just for a second. I need you to help me with this." He was pleading with me. And his pleas struck a cord deep inside of me. I am a 'people pleaser' by nature; and I tend to do anything for anybody I love. And I love my brother; and at that moment, that love extended to a deeply passionate and physical love. After several moments of hesitation, I allowed him to guide me to the kneeling position in front of his rigid cock. And I knew that by allowing him to 'guide me to kneeling', I was agreeing to take him in my mouth; and deep inside, I had not really comes to terms with this agreement. I was not sure that I really wanted Gary's penis in my mouth. The porcelain on the tub was hard and hurt my knees. I reached up, took a wash cloth and folded it, placing it on the tub for me to kneel on. That made a huge difference to my comfort. Kneeling in front of my brother on the folded wash cloth, with the shower hitting the back of my head and shoulders, I studied Gary's erection inches from my face. I was still intrigued by the purple tinted, mushroom shaped head that appeared to me separate and apart from the shaft. The ridge that separated the head from the shaft fascinated me. The thick veins clearly visible down the 7 inch shaft gave the erection a harsher, more rugged appearance; making the penis appear almost 'sinister'. No, 'sinister' isn't the right word. It looked 'muscular and threatening'. It looked like it could penetrate a girl and do great harm as it pried her tight vagina open. In a way, this large phallus scared and intrigued me. But make no mistake, I was more threatened and scared at the thought of something so large being forced inside me. And accommodating that huge monster inside me was not even a consideration (yet). With his penis standing straight up, the underside was plainly visible as well; revealing the thick urethra running down the middle of the underside of the shaft. This male tool was strangely beautiful to me. It represented a unique combination of strength, eroticism, pleasure and danger. I realize now that it had a strange magnetic appeal to me, touching me at a very core level. I did not know if I could ever 'leave it alone', the appeal was that strong. I liked the male penis; and it gave me great pleasure to stimulate it and please it. I believe the female body is more aesthetically beautiful, with its parts tucked away neatly inside. But the male body screamed strength, power and eroticism to me. I liked the thought that the male member takes the female; capturing and penetrating her, holding her in place until she accepts the seed from the male. Yes, the power that the male penis represents appeals to me even to today. And I was learning that I liked submitting to that power. I liked being taken. And while being taken in my mouth was frightening and overwhelming, it also had a strange appeal. I leaned forward and kissed the head gently, without opening my mouth. I was not sure how to proceed. I was intimidated by this massive tool. I recalled the erotic aroma of Gary's semen this morning and the pleasant way this scent touched my core carnal desires; but actually putting a penis in my mouth was something quite different, far more personal. I continued to stimulate the shaft while I contemplated what I wanted to do. I was unsure precisely what I was willing to do for my brother. I leaned forward and kissed the head again, this time a bit more passionately, parting my lips ever so slightly and allowing my tongue to contact the head. As my tongue gently swept across the tiny opening at the tip, I detected a taste with which I was not familiar. It was barely detectable and not unpleasant, but slightly bitter. I now know I was detecting the trace amounts of pre-orgasm ejaculate that some men seep out of their penis before they shoot. I kissed down the underside of the shaft, before returning to the head. But I was still unsure if I wanted to place this into my mouth; I did not know if I was prepared to taste more of Gary's cock or not. And I was unsure if I could comfortably fit his girth inside me mouth. As I kissed the head a third time, tasting the minor seepage from the tip again, Gary tried to push into my mouth, but I pulled back, still unsure how much I was willing to do. "Oh please Liz. I need you to do this. I am so hard it hurts. Please, help me out here." I looked up and nodded ever so slightly. I wanted to do this for my brother. Gary placed his hands on the sides of my head and gently guided my head towards his rigid pole. I reached up and removed Gary's hands from the sides of my head. I needed to feel like I was controlling what I did and how much of him I took at a time. I did not like feeling like my head was being forced forward, or that his penis would be 'forced' into my mouth. If I was going to do this, I was going to do it willingly and at my own pace. With Gary's hands now at his side, I slowly relented; I slowly opened my mouth to allow the head to slip past my lips. Gary moaned loudly as his penis penetrated my lips into my mouth. The shaft was thick enough that I felt like I was having to stretch my mouth and jaw open to allow the head to past by my lips. Initially, it was uncomfortable, but my mouth and jaw seemed to adjust to the intrusion rather quickly. He was large, and the texture of the skin was incredibly smooth. I began licking and sucking; I started moving my mouth up and down, taking only 2 to 3 inches of him into my mouth. I could feel his hips rock upward to meet my movements, trying to push deeper in my mouth. I resisted trying to take him deeper in my throat; I feared that I would gag if I tried to take him any deeper. I preferred to stimulate the head using my lips and tongue. I did not want to take much more than the head into my mouth. And to this day, when I 'give head', even to my husband, I make love to the head of the penis, but have never tried to 'deep throat' anyone. I will make love to the penis, but I do not like the thought of someone shoving their dick down my throat and making me gag. That is not sexy to me. After only a few minutes of stimulating the head and allowing Gary to stroke in and out of my mouth with the head of his penis, Gary's breathing began to quicken. I knew instinctively that his arousal was increasing and he was approaching his climax. It was approaching decision time for me; 'Should I stop sucking now and complete the job "manually"?' My initial reaction was to pull away rather than allow him to cum in my mouth. But something kept me from disengaging my mouth, something kept me from pulling away. This was still my brother, the person whom I was closer to than anyone else on the planet. And, at that particular moment, the thought of pulling away from his semen seemed far worse that ingesting it. So I continued to stimulate the head of Gary's cock with my lips and tongue while pumping the shaft, knowing that at any second he might ejaculate into my mouth. Still, I was a bit surprised as I felt the first pulse of his penis and felt the sudden rush of semen appear in my mouth. I did not actually feel the semen shoot, but a large dollop of semen suddenly overwhelmed my tongue and mouth. In this concentrated volume, the taste was much stronger now; but the salty, bitter taste was still not unpleasant, just slightly overwhelming. I held the first string of semen in my mouth as I decided whether or not to spit it out or swallow it. But in order to spit it out, I would have to 'disengage' from Gary's erupting member in the middle of his orgasm; and that did not seem right either. In the instance during which I was deciding what to do with the semen in my mouth from the first string that shot from his penis, the second string erupted in my mouth, and I was forced to choose. I swallowed both spurts together. it was an intense, memorable moment. I had now ingested the most intimate essence of a man, his sperm; and it was my brother's sperm at that. Rather than been repulsed, the knowledge of what I had just done aroused me. Gary's semen was inside me now. And it was safely in my tummy where it could not create any havoc trying to impregnate me; but still it was within my core. I liked that thought. Having already cum earlier, the volume of his ejaculate was not enormous, but was still a pretty good sized load on my tongue. To my surprise, the taste of his semen was not at all offensive; in fact, I found he experience pleasant and exciting. After he finished spurting his ropes of semen in my mouth, I kissed his penis several times before standing up. As I stood, another very small trace amount of white semen appeared on the tip of his penis. I smiled at the sight of his rigid cock with only one remaining drop of semen; the rest safety stored inside of his sister's tummy. My tears had stopped and I tried not to look Gary in the eyes. And while I felt a little 'slutty' at the moment having just swallowed his semen, I also felt incredibly close to him. But despite this closeness, I had trouble looking him in the face. I was looking downward trying to 'digest' what I had just done. (pun intended) Gary reached over, placed his fingers under my chin and raised my gaze to his, and said, "Liz, that was beautiful. I love you so much." I wanted to tell him how much I loved him too; however, I did not respond. My conflict was quickly returning as the lust and passion of the moment waned. I did not know what to say, so I remained silent for the moment. I then broke the silence with, "Gary, we should not be doing this. No one can ever find out about this." I said as stood up. "Of course no one will ever find out about this. They would never understand the beauty of what we have. But Liz, it is beautiful. And I do love you." Gary was as sincere as he could be at that moment. And I knew he did love me, as I loved him. I struggled with how to respond; and after a few silent moments, I still had no response for Gary. Yes, I loved him too. And that love was not just the love a sister typically feels for her brother; it was a passionate, deeper love. But I was not ready to articulate that yet. I did not even fully understand it yet. I am not sure that even ten years alter, I understand it now. I decided I needed time to think. "You need to let me finish washing now," I said. And Gary nodded as though he understood, and then kissed me on the cheek and left the shower to dry off. I realized immediately that Gary avoided kissing me on the lips after cumming in my mouth, not wanting to encounter his own semen. I found this amusing. Over the years, I have found that no man likes to kiss me after cumming in my mouth; their semen is fine for me to ingest, but they do not want to encounter it themselves. Men are peculiar creatures indeed. Despite the guilt, I found this entire experience incredibly arousing and sexy. But I had no idea where this was heading. And although I knew it was wrong, I did not want it to stop. I did not think I could stop. I washed my hair and body, and got ready for bed, and donned my night clothes and robe. My head was spinning. I felt like today I had completely lost control of my life, and its direction. I did not know how to return any normalcy to my existence right now. I was confused and conflicted. coming soon: Chapter 4 - 'Gary's late night visit' Elizabeth's Story Ch. 04 By the time I left the shower and dried, Gary had already disappeared downstairs. I brushed my teeth and flossed, trying to rid myself of the feeling that Gary's semen was detectable on my breath. I felt I was being irrational, paranoid in fact; but I could not help fearing that somehow my sin could be detected, discovered. I really did not want to talk much about what had just happened, so I was slightly relieved that Gary was not lurking about. I suspected he needed some distance too. I believed we were both afraid to try to talk about it, fearful that if we looked at this too closely, one of us would decide we needed to stop, retreat, and atone for our sins, etc. I put on my normal sleeping attire: a tee shirt over my panties, and donned my robe as I typically would. However, this was only 9:00 p.m. on Saturday night. It was far too early to go to bed. I went downstairs to watch some TV. Mom was still awake, but not quite alert. She seemed surprised to see me in my robe. "Are you staying in tonight?" "Yeah, I am pretty tired. I have a lot of homework too." I tried to avoid any doing anything that would raise any suspicion on her part. Today's events needed to remain just between Gary and me; no one else ever need know about any of this, I reasoned. Gary was already in the TV room, also dressed for an evening in. He was wearing a pair of sweats that he had cut into shorts and a tee shirt. If I had thought about it, I would have realized that having Gary and I both dressed for bed at 9 p.m. on a Saturday night would raise some suspicions from Mom; but obviously, I was not thinking too clearly today; far from it. "So both of you staying in tonight?" Mom shouted from one room to another at Gary. "Yeah, I just don't feel like going out tonight." He replied. "Are you two feeling sick? This isn't like either of you." I jumped in, "We're fine, just tired. Going to take the night off." Mom looked skeptical, but said nothing more as she finished another vodka and orange en route to her nightly stupor. Mom sat with us for 15 minutes or so before retiring to her bedroom with her next drink. Gary and I watched TV, mostly in silence for the next hour or so. He was lying on the couch; I was sitting in the recliner. I was tempted to join him on the couch and cuddle a bit, but I knew that was a bad idea. We did not need to move our intimacy into the living area where we could easily be discovered. It was unlikely that Mom would come out of her room again tonight, but it could happen. No, I needed to remain in the recliner away from this temptation on the couch. I decided to retire about 11:00 p.m. I stood up and gave Gary a kiss on the forehead before heading upstairs. "Good night Gary." "Liz, thank you for today. It was wonderful," Gary said as I started to leave the room. "I love you; you know that, right?" "Yes, I know you do. And I love you too. We should not have let today happen; but we did. I don't know what we should do going forward. It is wrong to continue like we have been. But I do not know if I can stop. I know we should stop; I just don't know if I can." I reflected both to Gary and myself as I stood there. "Why should we stop? Who are we hurting?" Gary was trying to ward off my thoughts that we needed to end this intimacy. "I guess we are hurting ourselves," I responded honestly. "Bull shit," Gary answered with passion. "I have not felt this good about myself since before Dad died. In fact, for the first time in nearly six months I do not want to go out tonight and get stoned or drunk. I wanted to stay in. I really just wanted to be near you." "Thank you for saying that, but what we did is still wrong." "How can something that makes me want to quit smoking weed, and stop drinking be wrong? For the first time in 6 months I am thinking about getting my grades up." Gary seemed a little fearful that I was coming to my senses. "Gary, that is wonderful. I worry about you and where you have been heading lately." "Liz, I think I can straighten myself up if you help me. But I know I won't do it if you decide to end what we have. I know I will just slide right back down..." "I understand what you are saying, Gary. But you need to do the right things for you, not because of me. But I do understand." I needed time to think, and I was tired. "I am going to bed. I have not decided to end this. Gary, I don't know if I could stop, even if I tried. I enjoyed today as much as you did. We'll talk more later. Get some sleep yourself. Goodnight." I went to my room and climbed into bed, my mind racing in all directions. But rather than feeling sexually satisfied by the discoveries I had made today and the orgasms that accompanied those 'discoveries', I was excited and I remained slightly aroused. Yes, I was 'guilt ridden', and I was overcome with shame for having succumbed to the temptation of becoming intimate with my only sibling; but I could not keep my mind from wandering right back to the tremendously excitement of my first ever encounter with a penis. I remained mesmerized by the magnificent way my brother's penis functioned. I simply could not get the image of Gary's large and rigid erection out of my mind, as I recalled in detail how it looked, or how his semen smelled and tasted when he ejaculated. Yes, those memories had me in a perpetual state of semi-arousal; shame and guilt notwithstanding. As I lay in my bed, unconsciously, my hand moved to my vagina, gently stroking my clitoris on the outside of my panties. I was not really masturbating. I was just 'saying hello' to myself. I was not touching myself with any intention of achieving an orgasm. Nonetheless, I recognized that I felt slightly different. I was somewhat aroused even before I started touching myself. My clitoris felt slightly larger, firmer and more pronounced. And it was definitely more sensitive. I brought my hand inside my panties and touched my erect clit directly with my fingers. I made little circles with my middle and index finger on my clit and felt my lubrication dampening my panties as I lay there. It felt good; but still I was not being driven by achieving an orgasm; I was just enjoying the warmth of my arousal and relaxing with the memory of today's discoveries. In an aroused state, the thoughts of Gary and his wonderful penis were stimulating, and I was not dwelling on the guilt and shame of my inappropriate actions of the day. Suddenly, without a warning or knock, my bedroom door cracked open. The light from the hallway illuminated my darkened room. "Liz, can I come in?" Gary entered quietly without waiting for an invitation, closing the door behind him. The room was again pitch black. I quickly withdrew my hand from my damp panties. "Gary, what are you doing?" "I just want to be with you for a while. I don't want to be alone right now." He said as he sat on my bed. "We can't be doing this. We are going to get caught." I protested. "By whom? I can hear Mom snoring downstairs through her bedroom door. She is 'down for the count'. I just want to hold you for a little bit." He laid down next to me on top of the covers. I knew I should make him leave, but I too wanted to be held right then. I wanted to feel the closeness of another person, someone whom I loved and who loved me. I remained silent; neither agreeing to having him stay nor insisting that he leave. I rolled over on my side in silence, putting my back to Gary. Gary got up momentarily, and lifted the covers and climbed back in bed under the covers with me, pressing himself against my back as his placed his arm around me. He was in a 'spooning position'. I liked this cuddling position. It is important for the reader to understand, while there was a very definite 'physical and sexual' component to what Gary and I were experiencing; it was far more than that. There was a deep emotional connection that bound us together. What Gary and I were doing, and had been doing, was every bit as much about emotional need and love as it was raw sexual exchange. I would not have, and could not have, shared these experiences with someone for whom I did not feel a genuine and deep love and trust; and with whom I was not completely confident that they loved me deeply as well. I am not saying what Gary and I did was not wrong, and stupid; it was. I am merely saying that it was not a mistake that was driven solely by physical lust; it was much deeper than that. He slowly moved his hand up my side, and reached around and cupped my breast. I froze for an instant and allowed him to feel me; he gently caressed my nipple which immediately stood at attention. I felt his penis pulse against my backside, indicating that he was starting to grow erect. I reached up and tried to remove his hand from my breast. Gary resisted this removal, "I just want to touch you." I hesitated, holding his hand for several seconds before I releasing him to allow Gary to fondle my left breast unimpeded. His penis was continuing to grow hard against my backside, and he was starting to hump himself against me as he caressed my nipple. I was responding myself. I could feel myself growing wetter, more aroused by the second. I had had two orgasms with him today already, and yet I was quickly growing aroused again at his touch. This was insanity! I could not begin to understand the sexual energy that was overwhelming me. I typically would masturbate once or twice a week; but now I was still responding despite the fact that I had two orgasms within the past 12 hours or so. His penis was now very hard and the pressure it was exerting on my bottom through my panties was very distinct. I reached around and felt him through his gym shorts for a moment to see how hard and how large he had become. With my fingers I explored the outline of his erection and could visualize the thickness and length very vividly now. I released him and allowed his to resume humping against me. Gary released my breast, and started to slowly move his hand down my abdomen, stopping at the waistband of my panties to slide his fingers inside. His fingers moved down past my thin, blonde pubic hair. I am ashamed to admit it, but I wanted him to touch me. When his fingers found my clitoris, they sent a shudder through my body, and a quiet moan escaped me. I pushed my ass back against Gary's erection as he stimulated my erect clit. He was getting me so very, very hot once again. I could feel my vagina leaking, and opening up in small little pleasurable spasms. Gary reached down further between my legs to find the opening of my vagina, inserting the tip of his finger and massaging the very opening, and then returning to my erect clitoris. "Oh Gary, you are getting me so hot. Damn it, I can't stand this." I panted. I arched my hips back and forth, humping my ass against his cock and my pussy against his exploring fingers. I could feel the lubrication just running out of me. Gary kissed my neck and ear as he continued to stimulate me, teasing my erect clitoris as he humped on my ass. I still cannot believe how I responded to my brother's touch. Gary began lowering my panties. I rolled on my back and lifted my hips to assist him in removing the only barrier to full access to my gushing pussy. With me now lying on my back, Gary kissed me deeply as he continued to explore and stimulate my wet vagina. I could feel myself opening up to accept his probing fingers. I wrapped my arms around his neck and our tongues continued to tease and explore each others' mouth with a passion that only teenagers can fully experience. I moaned in to his open mouth as his tongue penetrated my lips. I arched my hips up in time to the probing fingers that were penetrating my vulva. I was beyond reason, beyond thought. I was consumed by lust. Gary pulled up my t-shirt, exposing my breasts, and moved his lips down to suck on my erect nipples. I caressed his head as he suckled on my breasts, while he continued to finger me. Gary then started kissing down my exposed belly, stopping at my naval to kiss and tongue me. Gary climbed between my legs and began kissing lower and lower,. He kissed my vulva gently for several seconds, studying my most private parts; deciding whether to continue and if so, how to continue. I did not know how to guide him; this was all new to me as well. I reached down and shamelessly pulled my vagina open, exposing my clitoris for his inspection. Gary kissed me right on my little nubbins. As his lips contacted my erect clitoris, and I moaned my approval. Gary took my moans as approval to proceed, and again, he tested my clitoris with the tip of his tongue. The contact of his tongue on my erect clit sent a shot of pleasure through me, "Oh God, Gary...do that again..." I lifted my ass off the bed to give him better access. Gary repeated touching my clit with his tongue, only this time, he licked and stimulated me for several seconds before stopping. "Oh Gary, that's the spot...God that feels good..." I panted with excitement that encouraged him. Gary began stimulating me with more enthusiasm, encouraged by my reaction. He experimented taking my clit into his mouth and sucking on it, "Oh shit, that is too intense..." I shuddered as he sucked on me. But Gary did not release my swollen clit from his lips; he sucked slightly harder as I shook and quaked under his stimulation. Gary was teasing and exciting me. I felt like a puppet and Gary was pulling all my strings. He was getting me to react in ways I did not know were possible. And he was loving this control he had over his older sister; making me quiver and react the way I was. And truthfully, I loved it too. Gary continued to suck and tease my clitoris as he reached under me with his hand and began penetrating my vagina with his fingers. I was so wet, and so open that Gary was able to squeeze two fingers inside me as he stretched my virgin pussy open. Gary's fingers found a spot on the front wall of my vagina, as he reached up into my uterus. Then he found a spot that caused a reaction, a response, that shocked both of us. It was a place I did not know existed. Later, I learned it was an area that some women refer to as their 'g-spot'. But Gary's massaging of my uterus at this spot caused me to buck and shake uncontrollably. While keeping his lips locked tightly on my clitoris, and sucking my clit firmly, Gary was massaging my inner walls and driving me to an earth shattering climax. My orgasm came upon me suddenly and violently; and I responded to it more vocally (louder) than I ever intended. Holding Gary's head in place on my throbbing clit, I bucked my hips as I humped against his invading fingers. I lifted my ass off the bed to push his fingers deeper into me as wave upon wave of pleasure rocked across my frame. "Oh God...damn, Gary...don't stop..." I moaned and panted; it was closer to a shout than a whisper. Had my mother been awake, I am sure she would have investigated in a panic. Fortunately for both Gary and me, she was asleep in her nightly drunken stupor. After several waves of my climax rocked me, my clitoris began to be far too sensitive, and I violently and forcefully pushed Gary's head away from my crotch, breaking his suction hold on my clitoris. But he continued to move his fingers inside me, stimulating my uterine wall as I tried to come down from the orgasmic high. "Oh Gary, you need to stop. You need to let me come down." Gary smiled broadly with a pride I had not seen previously, and slowly withdrew his fingers from inside me. I lay there panting, my legs still splayed apart, my vagina still experiencing minor spasms in the post-orgasmic moments. I could feel a combination of Gary's saliva and my internal lubrication dripping from my vagina, down the crack of my butt and onto the bed. As I tried to recover my senses, I watched as Gary stood and stripped in front of me. His huge hard cock seemed to spring forth from his gym shorts as he lowered them. As Gary started to climb between my legs, I suddenly realized that he wanted to enter me with his penis; he wanted to fuck his sister! This I could not allow to happen...this was a line we could not cross... ***** Coming soon: Chapter 5 Elizabeth's story Gary wants to enter me! Elizabeth's Story Ch. 05 Chapter 5 Elizabeth's story Gary wants to enter me! As I tried to regain my senses following the earth shattering orgasm that Gary had just given me with his tongue and fingers, I was shocked back to reality when Gary climbed between my legs. As naïve as I was, I knew that he was positioning himself to penetrate my virgin pussy with his throbbing erection. I could not allow him to fuck me; no how, no way! The list of sins and mistakes Gary and I had committed today was certainly long, but this was different; this was potentially life altering. This could get me pregnant. "Gary, what are you doing?" I said as panic overwhelmed my voice. I tried to sit up, but Gary was already between my knees and hovering over my chest; getting up was not possible. He was simply too big and too strong for me to move off my slender frame. "Liz, I need to be in you." Gary said as I felt his erect penis bumping up against my inner thighs and vulva, obviously searching for a 'home'. "No! You cannot enter me. I mean it." I said as forcefully as I could. Again I pushed up against his chest, but I simply was not strong enough to even budge his massive weigh and size. "Just for a second Liz. I just want to feel what it is like." I continued to feel his erection throbbing against my very wet, very aroused and dilated vulva. The combination of my lubrication coupled with Gary's saliva from him sucking on my clitoris moments before left me open and vulnerable. The risk of his penis simply 'slipping in uninvited' was very real. "Gary, No! We are not going to do that. I am not going to get pregnant by you or anyone." I tried to prevent him from entering me by closing my thighs, but Gary was kneeling between them. I attempted to use my foot against his abdomen to push Gary's frame back away until I could reason with him, but this only served to open me up more. I could feel the head of his penis bobbing against the outside of my vulva. "Gary, please. Please don't do this. " I cried out. His penis was aligned with my wet opening; he could push into me at will, and there was nothing I could do to physically stop him. I was honestly scared he would take me at any moment. But Gary resisted the urge to simply plunge into me, uninvited. "Liz I won't cum in you, I promise. I just want to feel being inside you for a second." Gary said, as he stopped trying to push into me, and held himself over me as we discussed this urgent matter. Although Gary was no longer trying to push into me, I could feel the head of his erection pulsing and throbbing against my wet folds of my vagina. His penis was involuntarily searching for my opening. My younger brother was one thrust from stealing my virginity without my permission; I knew it and he knew it. But Gary remained motionless as I tried to dissuade him from entering my virgin pussy. "Gary, please, I am begging you, don't do this. This is wrong, and it is stupid." I was almost crying as I begged; a panic was clearly evident in my voice; I was scared. I did not be taken like this. The head of his penis was pulsing at my very opening now, just inside the outer folds of my vulva. My brother was one push away from entering me and taking my virginity. I continued my plea, "Gary, this is not how it is supposed to be. What you and I have one so far may be wrong, but it was shared and we both knew the other wanted it, and it was beautiful. This is not beautiful. Please don't do this to me. If we do this, when we do this, it should be me willingly giving myself to you, and with us having taken the proper precautions." I paused to let me plea sink in. I lay there with my chest pounding with the head of Gary's erection literally throbbing at the very opening of my vagina, as I waited to see what my brother would do. I had to rely on Gary's love for me, and his good judgment. In my current position, I could do nothing to prevent him plunging himself into me if he chose to do so. His erection continued to pulse at the very opening of my vagina, perhaps just barely inside me, I really could not tell if his head was past the very entrance or not. I wondered if he was leaking any seminal fluid into me as he contemplated his next move. I could see the expression on his face change and he raised himself up off me, pulling his penis away from my vaginal opening. "You are right Liz. I am sorry. I almost got carried away. I was so turned on, I wasn't thinking." His erection remained firm and rigid in front of him. I responded, "Gary, thank you for stopping. You did good. It would have been a bad mistake to have taken me against my will." I glanced at his erection again. "How can I help you with that?" Gary smiled, "What if I stay outside you, but we pretend to fuck?" I looked puzzled, not understanding what he was saying. Gary saw my confusion. "Liz, let me rub against you on the outside; we can hump and see if I can get off that way. It would be almost like I was inside you." I smiled. "That sounds nice. I think I would like that too." Gary climbed between my legs again, only this time, his penis was up between us, and resting on my vulva, instead of seeking entrance to my vagina. I like the feel of his rigid shaft on my erect clitoris as Gary began to grind into me: I liked it a lot. He leaned forward and kissed me, parting my lips with his tongue. My vagina was wet and my clitoris was erect and sensitive. Gary's erection was sliding against my well lubricated slit and arousing me further. Gary began teasing me nipple as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I was responding to the pressure and friction that his erection was providing my clitoris. I could actually hear the slippery wet sounds our genitals were making as they slide together in the most erotic and arousing contact. I was arching my hips and humping back against my brother's boner as he humped against me. I could push my very erect clit directly against his erection in this position. It was very erotic, very stimulating. In a move that would have made any Olympic wrestler proud, Gary flipped over on his back, and pulled me over on top of him, without losing contact between our highly aroused groins. In the superior position, I was able to control the pressure and friction on my clitoris by how hard I pushed against the shaft of my brother's erection. Gary grabbed my ass and pulled me firmly against him, moving me up and down as our groins rubbed together in a simulated intercourse. Gary reached around from behind down between my legs, separating my thighs, and found the opening of my very wet, very dilated vagina with his fingers, and began opening me up with two fingers. The pleasure was immense. Gary penetrated my vagina with first one, than two fingers, opening me up to this wonderful intrusion which augmented my clitoral stimulation on his erection. Gary was fingering me from behind while I humped on top of his cock. Stretching me open with his fingers, Gary was able to reach my g-spot again with his fingers as they probed me from behind. The stimulation on my uterine wall forced me to moan loudly as I continued to grind my clit into his rigid cock. Gary had once again found a spot deep inside me that caused me to lose control of my wits and my body! "Oh, God, Gary.....you are getting me so hot....." I hissed into his mouth before sucking his tongue into mine. "Shit, you are driving me crazy with your fingers." I was humping frantically to push his fingers deeper inside me as I rubbed my clit against his cock. I was so aroused that if he had tried to fuck me at that moment, I would not have stopped him. Thankfully, Gary did not test me in this manner; he did not attempt to enter me with his penis. He was satisfied to grind against me as he drove me closer and closer to yet another climax. I felt Gary's fingers stretching my vagina open as he probed deeper. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain inside me vagina. I yelped, "Oh shit." I realized that Gary had ruptured my hymen with his fingers. But the pain disappeared rapidly and the intense pleasure returned. I was too aroused to be concerned with my ruptured hymen at that moment. I would have ample time to lament its loss later. Gary's fingers were massaging a spot deep inside of me was bringing me closer and closer to my third climax of the day. I could feel the lubrication gushing out of me, as Gary stretched me open wider with his fingers. My pussy was actually making a slippery 'sloshing' sound from the plunging action of Gary's two fingers. The wetness was literally dripping out of me, soaking Gary's hand and leaking on to the shaft of Gary's erection as I humped up and down on it. My vulva was actually slick from my lubrication, making the sliding on Gary's erection very stimulating and intense. Gary was humping more rigorously against me, responding to my arousal. I was sliding up and down on the entire length of his long, firm cock. I could sense his arousal increasing as he matched my excitement. Oh God, how I wanted us to cum together, experience an orgasm simultaneously. "Gary, you are making me so fucking hot! You are going to make your sister cum again. Oh God, you are going to do it to me again." I slid my clit vigorously up and down along his cock. Gary's fingers continued to open me and drive me closer to edge. "Gary, I am going to cum. Cum with me, please cum with me!" I moaned before I kissed him deeply. As I started to shutter with waves of pleasure, I moaned as Gary's tongue searched my open mouth. I felt him begin to arch his hips up as his whole body began to quake. "Liz, I am going to shoot." Gary cried as he broke our kiss, and his body became rigid. I felt the warmth of his semen suddenly appear on my belly, and the wonderful aroma of his most intimate scent filled my nostrils. The smell, the feel of the warm semen on my stomach, the rigid cock pulsing violently against my clitoris, and the fingers probing my virginal uterus all combined to push me over the edge; I came, and I came violently; and I rigidly ground myself against my brother's erupting penis as he ejaculated all over our bellies. Gary and I came together in the most intimate and erotic manner possible. "Oh Gary, I love you so much." I said, hugging him and relishing the feeling of our post-orgasmic cuddling and the gooey mess of his semen slowly spread on each of our bellies and they slid together. I thought to myself, 'sex is wonderful, but it sure is messy. I need to keep some tissues or a towel by my bed if Gary is going to make a habit of this.' After a few moments, Gary seemed ready to get up and clean up. I was again reminded how much more quickly the male returns to normal than the female after an intense orgasm. I would have liked to cuddle a while longer; but I relented and rolled off Gary and we both went to the bathroom, naked, to clean the mess off of our stomachs. I reached down and wiped the my leaking vulva and saw just a trace amount of blood leaking out of me with the lubrication. I was again reminded of the momentary pain associated with Gary rupturing my hymen with his fingers. I was saddened by the thought that this had occurred, but quickly purged these thoughts from my mind. I was still technically a virgin, with our without my hymen intact. I watched Gary's penis deflate before my eyes as we wiped ourselves off. And realized that despite the guilt and shame, I did not regret what Gary and I had discovered. Gary then caught me by surprise, "Liz, we need to get you on birth control to be safe." Gary 's statement sent a shock through my core. He was right, we could not keep playing this close to the edge without protection. Sooner or later we would fail. Sooner or later I would let my brother fuck me. But actually I realized that going on the pill was making a decision to allow my brother to fuck me! And I was not prepared to make that decision. Damn I had allowed my life to become far too complicated in just one day...... Coming soon: Chapter 6: Elizabeth's story – how far do we go? Elizabeth's Story Ch. 06 After a very, very exciting weekend of sexual discovery and inappropriate incestuous behavior, Gary and I started to settle into a routine of mutual masturbation, humping and oral sex. We were both in a constant state of arousal, hormones surging through our young bodies. We were behaving like the sex crazed teenagers that we were. Mom did not seem to detect any change in our behavior; at least she did not demonstrate any suspicion towards either Gary or me. Mom stayed with her routine of drinking herself to sleep each evening and was snoring loudly by 9 p.m. every night; opening the window of opportunity for Gary and I to play 'naughty doctor and naughty nurse' each night after she went to bed. As soon as I was in my room alone, and Mom was asleep, Gary would make a 'bee line' in to see me. He would enter my room, unannounced and uninvited, with his shorts forming a tent in front in anticipation of the games he planned to play with his sister. I would also become aroused, wet with anticipation, like Pavlov's dog, each night waiting for my brother to enter my room. In some weird and illogical way, waiting on Gary to come to visit me in my room, rather than going to his room, seemed to reduce my guilt ever so slightly. I was not imposing myself on my younger brother; I was merely submitting to his desires as he entered my room uninvited. Silly? Absolutely. But I would take any slight reduction in my culpability, no matter how ill-founded the logic was. Gary always achieved an orgasm during our sessions, often more than once. I typically would have a climax as well, but not always. Gary loved having me make love to his penis with my mouth, and honestly, I enjoyed tasting and swallowing his semen. I found the very thought of swallowing his semen, ingesting it, and having it inside me strangely fulfilling and emotionally satisfying. Making my brother cum in my mouth had a unique balance of submission and control that stimulates me. While it was true that I was submitting to him, I still maintained control of arousing him and getting him off. I found that liked giving head. I loved having Gary 'pleasure me' with his tongue as well. I loved the feel of his fingers inside me as he sucked and teased my clitoris. I almost always had an orgasm this way. Very early in our sessions, I learned that I needed to achieve my orgasm before Gary achieved his, or it was 'game over' for Gary. He lost interest in making me cum once he ejaculated; whether in my mouth, in my hand, or on my belly. So typically, Gary would have to wait for his blow job until he took care of his big sister. We both were fine with this arrangement. All-in-all, the physical part of our sibling games was good; very exciting, very convenient, and very fulfilling. Emotionally, I was still torn. I was ridden with guilt, and shame. It was difficult for me to fully comprehend an experience that was so pleasurable, so satisfying and exciting, and so all consuming, but yet was so shameful. I just knew I did not want it to end. While I felt incredibly close to Gary, in many ways our relationship isolated me from my friends. There was no one I could talk to about my wonderful discoveries; if anyone were to find out, life as I knew life as I knew it would come to a screeching halt. And the knowledge that if any of my friends knew what Gary and I were doing, I would be labeled a pervert or a monster, placed a heavy burden on my emotional well being. All day, every day while at my summer job, I was highly distracted. I seemed to be constantly wet and aroused either thinking about what Gary and I had recently done, or in anticipation of what we would do that evening. I noticed that by the end of my day, the crotch of my panties was damp with the constant leakage from my aroused vagina. Prior to Gary & my discovery of each other, this had not been an issue for me. Yes, I was lubricating all day long. I also realized that I was contemplating not leaving for college in the fall as planned. I was flirting with the idea of attending a community college in the fall so I could remain home with my brother. This thought troubled me. I wondered if the men around me at work could somehow sense my arousal and my wetness, like animals in the wild could sense a female in heat? The men in the office did seem to be noticing me more and talking to me more than in the past. Or maybe I was more aware of them. Regardless, I did feel as though I was 'in heat', and I wondered if others could detect my arousal. I know this may sound slutty of me, but I also started to wonder what sex would be like with other boys or men. What did their penises look like? Did they respond the same way Gary did? Did their semen smell and taste the same as Gary's? I could not help these wicked thoughts I was having; these thoughts just seemed to enter my mind uninvited. And once in, I could not purge these thoughts. In the conference room at work one day, while sitting next to James, a young man who I had a mild crush on, I constructed a entire fantasy of me going down on him in the supply room while the manager at the head of the table rambled on and on about the economic momentum of our market sector. Although I barely heard a word of the lecture that day, I felt it was ironic that the fundamental premise was that once a body is set in motion, it will continue on that path until acted upon by another force. And my body was on a path of sexual awakening and discovery! Then there was the whole intercourse question and decision. Gary was anxious to advance our activity to include penetrating me with his penis; and he was pushing me hard in that direction. Gary wanted me to either 'go on the pill', or he wanted me to agree that we could have intercourse if he got some condoms. So far, I had been non-committal on either option. I just was not yet ready to lose my virginity, and when I was ready, I was not sure I wanted it to be to my younger brother. It was Thursday night, after Mom had 'shut it down for the night', Gary entered my room and introduced the subject once again. I was wearing a sleeveless shirt and my panties as my 'poor girl's pajamas'. Gary and I were past the point of any modesty around each other, so my level of exposure did not present any issue for either of us. "Liz, you really need to go on the pill. There is no down side. And then when you are ready, you'll be ready." Gary was trying hard to seem rational and reasonable, rather than self serving with his arguments. "Gary, that is a big step. And honestly, I don't know if that is something we should do now, or ever. So far we can claim we are 'playing around the edges'. We haven't 'sealed the deal', so to speak. And what we have now is plenty satisfying for both of us; at least it is for me. It is way more excitement than most kids our age have." I was talking to myself as well as to Gary; trying to convince myself that we needed to keep this last remaining boundary in place. "Liz, I am never going to love anyone more than I love you right now. I want you to be my first. And I sure cannot stand the thought that some other 'hard dick son of a bitch' when you are away at college will be your first. That would kill me. I want us to experience this together." Gary sounded sincere. He also sounded possessive. This concerned me greatly. "Gary, you do realize that both you and I will date other people, don't you? We will marry other people. You are going to have to be OK with me being with other guys; and I will have to be OK with you being with other girls." I was concerned that Gary did not understand the limits of our relationship and where it could, and could not lead. "Liz, I know all that. I am not stupid. I know I am not going to marry my sister, or even take her to the prom. But we are closer than any brother and sister we know. We have already shared things most brothers and sisters never even dream of sharing. I know things about you, your body and what arouses you that nobody else knows." Gary paused to let the passion in his voice subside a bit before continuing. "Each of us will only have one 'first time'. I think that we should have it with each other. I do not want my first time to be with the first slut from school who will let me fuck her; I want it to be with someone who loves me, and who I love. I want it to be with you." I was overwhelmed with emotion at Gary's speech. I actually started to cry. I tried not to; but the tears simply formed in my eyes, and were soon running down my cheeks. "Oh God, come here." I beckoned him to the bed where I was sitting. I hugged him tightly as he sat next to me. "I love you so much. You are right, it should be you; no one else." Gary reached up and cupped my breast as I hugged him, gently teasing the nipple to becoming erect. I kissed him and his tongue parted my lips. I broke the kiss, to continue my response, as Gary continued to tease my nipple. There is something very sexy associated with a young girl being felt up while she talks to someone. I mean looking my brother in the eye, and trying to articulate my thoughts while Gary fondled my breast was uniquely arousing and sexy; it was an intimacy that I did not know again until after I was married to my husband, Robert, many years later. "OK. Tomorrow I will go to the clinic and get on birth control pills." I relented. "I want to give myself to you; I want you to take me; to take my virginity." Tears continued to stream down my cheeks and on to Gary's shoulders and chest. "Sis, why are you crying?" Gary seemed obviously confused by my sudden outpouring of female emotion. "Because I am silly; because I am so conflicted about what we are doing; because I just decided that my baby brother is going to deflower me; because I am feeling so much love for you right now; and because of a bunch of things." I was having such an emotional release that my tears continued to flow as I kissed Gary again. "Deflower?" Gary asked with the most puzzled look imaginable. He obviously was not familiar with the term. Gary 's look of bewilderment struck me as quite comical and I released a loud laugh. I look back and realize I was losing my grip on everything. I was hugging my brother while he fondled my breast, crying and laughing all at the same time. If someone had seen me, they would have locked my up. Literally, they would have locked me up! "It means take ones virginity. When you enter me for the first time, I will no longer be a virgin. You will have 'deflowered' me. You will have popped my cherry, so to speak; although you actually ruptured my hymen with your fingers several nights ago." I explained to my slightly naïve brother. "I ruptured your hymen?" "Yes, the first night you came into my room, when we were humping on each other and you were sticking your fingers into me so deeply, I felt a sharp pain inside me and I knew you broke my hymen." I looked at his reaction to this news and saw no remorse. In fact, he seemed to be a bit proud. It was yet another educational moment about the 'male psyche'; it seems that all men have an uncanny desire to 'mark their territory', to leave a mark claiming what they perceive as theirs. And breaking my hymen was just one way for Gary to mark me with a 'Gary was here first' marker. He obviously like the thought that forever more, he would be the one that broke my hymen. And now he wanted to claim my virginity too. And I had just agreed to let him! Yes, Gary's face simply beamed with joy and excitement. I had informed him that not only had he ruptured my hymen, but I had just agreed to let him deflower me. Yes, Gary felt like he won the lottery. I wonder how many girls lose their virginity in such a planned manner? Gary reached under my shirt to contact my bare breast. And we kissed passionately. We were proceeding to our 'before bedtime romp'; but tonight was special. Tonight I was highly emotional. Tonight I was in preparation, both mentally and emotionally, to give myself to Gary as soon as I could 'secure my fertility' and protect both of us from an unplanned and unwanted pregnancy. Gary pulled my shirt over my head, leaving me bare breasted. I wearing only my damp panties. I, in turn, removed his shirt and immediately started removing his gym shorts. His penis was already rigid, and strained toward the ceiling like a proud solider standing guard. I took his rigid tool in my fist. Oh, how I loved the feel of this erect penis. Gary stripped off my panties with my assistance. I lifted my bottom off the bed to allow him to pull them down past my legs and ankles without letting go of his erection in my fist. This was my penis, it belonged to me and I was not letting go of it! Gary looked at my naked form with clear admiration. I allowed his eyes to devour my perky breasts and vagina for a moment. My vulva was barely concealed with a very thin covering of fine blonde pubic hair and seemed almost translucent. I have a fair complexion and very little public hair. It looked like I was shaven, even though I was not. I leaned forward to take Gary's penis in my mouth for just a moment; to taste him and to allow him to feel my tongue around the ridge that separates the head from the shaft. Gary moaned appreciably as I took the very tip of my tongue and probed the tiny little opening to his urethra gently; his penis arched up as my tongue penetrated this tiny slit on the head of his cock. I like his reaction to that, and decided I would do it again. I was learning all kinds of tricks. As Gary laid on his back on my bed while I kissed and sucked on his erection, he began pulling and guiding me over him, directing me into a '69' position. Now quite honestly, I did not immediately understand what Gary was doing, or what position he was trying to get me to assume. But after lifting my hips, and raising me to be on 'all fours', Gary wedged his head and shoulders underneath me. It suddenly dawned on me in a position that allowed Gary to suck on my clitoris while I sucked him. We had never done this before. Once I understood what Gary wanted, I began to embrace the idea. I lifted my one leg over his head and I straddled his face without removing his erection from my mouth. In this position, Gary reached his hands around behind my legs; and his fingers found the wet opening of my vulva as his mouth and lips found my erect clitoris. My mind was racing from the excitement of being 'eaten' while simultaneously sucking on Gary's magnificent cock. Gary pulled my pelvis closer to his face, separated the lips of my vulva and teasing my clitoris with his tongue. I moaned with pleasure around the head of Gary's erect cock. He then gently took my erect clitoris into his mouth, sucking it gently like it was my third nipple. The sudden rush of pleasure that shot through my loins evoked another loud moan around his throbbing cock. I pulled his penis out of my mouth for an instant, and exclaimed, "Oh my God, Gary, that feels good.", and then quickly returned to servicing his erection in my mouth. Gary was now pulling my vulva open with his fingers and began to massage my entrance and penetrate me with the tips of his fingers. He had both his hand around my backside, pulling my vulva open as he probed his fingers into me. I think he was penetrating me with one or two fingers from each hand; but I really could not tell how many, as he sucked on my highly sensitive clitoris. I moaned loudly around each time Gary sucked my clitoris into his mouth. I had never felt so sensitive down there. I knew I could not hold my orgasm back long with this extreme stimulation; I would cum quickly. Each time Gary sucked my clitoris into his mouth with his tongue, it felt like my clit might actually burst it was so swollen. My little nubbins felt like it was growing bigger than it had ever been. God I was aroused and I loved what Gary was doing to me. Gary's fingers were probing my vagina more deeply now. I think he had two fingers from one hand massaging the front wall of my uterus while one finger from the other hand stretched my opening wider and wider. I had three fingers inside my tight little virgin pussy, and I was bucking wildly trying to allow them to probe me deeper and deeper. As my excitement grew, I could feel the orgasm building inside me. I started humping violently against Gary's mouth and tongue, and pushing back against his fingers. I was taking his erection deeper into my throat than I ever had before as I approached my climax. I was out of control, and I could not help myself and I was all but screaming around this massive erection as I attempted to take him further into my mouth. I felt the first waves of my climax burst through my pelvis and I shuttered violently, arching my hips to push his fingers into me at the same time I tightened my thighs around his face, squeezing his head between my thighs as he sucked me to orgasm. My orgasm triggered Gary's climax. I felt the first rope of the warm, salty semen gush into my mouth. I swallowed and sucked for more, as I humped myself against Gary's mouth and tongue, continuing my own orgasm. Almost instantly, the second rope of semen spurted into my wanton mouth. This time I held it there for a moment, savoring the bitter, salty, but very intimate taste of my brother's sperm before ingesting it. As the effects of my own climax began to subside, the intensity became too great on my clitoris, and I wanted to stopped, but Gary was holding my legs tightly, restraining my efforts to disengage his mouth or his fingers. He was forcing me to continue to cum after I wanted to stop. Just as I was going to pull my mouth away from his ejaculating penis to beg him to let me go, Gary ejaculated a third wad of sperm in my mouth and I was forced to deal with it before I could speak. I swallowed, pulled his pulsing penis from my lips and begged, "Gary, please, it is too much. I can't take any more...please let me come down...please baby, let me stop." Gary then stopped sucking for a moment, and just as I was about to thank him, he took my clit in his mouth one more time for a quick playful suck. The intensity of his sucking on my sensitive clit sent a massive spasm through my loins. I quaked visibly, "Oh shit, Gary...please too much...too much...". I could see Gary's penis visibly arch in response to my reaction to Gary's last suction on my now 'too sensitive' clit. He stopped for just a moment, long enough to say, "ask nicely, ...say please." before taking my clit into his mouth for another quick moment of sucking while continuing to hold my legs firmly in place straddling my brother's face. Again, I shuttered from a massive spasm that rocked my core, "Oh, please, pretty please,...oh, shit...it's it too much...let me come down...please Gary, I beg you." Gary then released his grip on my legs freeing me to pull away from his mouth as his fingers exited my widely dilated vulva. I fell over on my back, my breast heaving as I tried to regain my senses and my breath. I was completely spent. I glanced up long enough to see Gary smiling broadly, with such pride. He could not seem to contain his joy in my reaction to his oral stimulation. I smiled too. "Gary, that was wonderful. Come here and hold me." Naked, Gary and I climbed under my covers, and we cuddled until I fell asleep in my brother's arms. I woke around midnight and found that Gary had slipped out of bed without waking me. Tomorrow, I would visit the clinic and begin taking contraception. I had agreed to give myself to my brother; and despite my reservations, I would let Gary take my virginity soon. Coming soon - Chapter 7 Gary takes my virginity Elizabeth's Story Ch. 07 Friday: As I had promised Gary last night (Thursday night), I took steps to get contraception for our planned big event; the capture of my virginity by my brother. Although I still had serious reservations about doing this, I was committed to keeping my promise and giving myself to Gary as soon as it was 'safe'. Midday on Friday I skipped my lunch break at work and went to the local planned parenthood clinic to get birth control pills. I was nervous about going in and having to justify my need for birth control. I feared they would ask me with whom I was having sex. I certainly could not tell them 'my brother'. I constructed a story I would tell them if asked. Of course, they did not ask. The female clinician was helpful and friendly, but was adamant that I needed to use another form of birth control form at least three days following the start of taking the pills. I assured her I would. Actually I would simply postpone intercourse for three days. My anxiety was running high when I got to my car in the parking lot of clinic with the three month supply of pills. They came in a circular plastic container that numbered the days of the month. It was a clever container that allowed you to align the days of the week with the pills you should take on each day to help you stay on track. I took my first pill before leaving the clinic parking lot. I felt mature, wicked, and sinful; but I was excited about what I was planning to do with Gary, and that excitement translated into a continued state of arousal. I returned to work in time for my afternoon meeting. But I was so distracted that I did not hear a word of the discussion. My mind was miles away thinking about what lay in store for Gary and me next. Gary was waiting anxiously for my arrival home that evening. He was obviously curious about my 'contraception run'. "Well?" he asked me. "All taken care of." I responded. He beamed with a huge smile. I continued, "but we are not safe for three days." This news took him by surprise and his smile quickly evaporated. "Huh?" "It takes three days for the pills to be effective. You have to wait until Monday at the earliest." He was obviously disappointed with this latest set back; but we would just have to wait. The weekend went as you would expect, a lot of petting, masturbation, dry humping, and oral sex in addition to a great deal of anxiety of what was just around the corner for us: full intercourse! Monday could not get here soon enough. Monday evening: Neither Gary nor I had to be reminded of the significance of Monday evening. I know both of us were nervous, and quite anxious for Mom to get her 'buzz on' and retire for thee evening so we could 'seal the deal'. At 8:30, Gary was growing a bit impatient waiting for the 'alcoholic switch to kick on' in Mom's brain which would allow her to pass out and sleep through the night. Looking back on that time in all our lives, I regret a great many things. But one of my deepest regrets is that I did not appreciate the hell Mom was going through as she battled the demons of my father's death and the demons of her alcohol addiction each and every night. Like a typical teenager, I was too caught up in my own pain and troubles to be aware of my mother's pain. I wish I had been more aware and more supportive. Nonetheless, it was a few minutes after 9:00 when Mom made her final move to her room, her last drink in hand, to crash for the night. This opened the door for Gary and me to rush upstairs to consummate our completely improper, but highly intimate and pleasurable sexual relationship. As soon as Mom's bedroom door clicked closed, Gary stood, took me by the hand and led me to my bedroom. As he closed my bedroom door behind me, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest in anticipation, and fear, about what was next. "Gary, let's take our time. Let's not be in a rush here. We both want to remember this as something special..." Gary interrupted me, "Of course. This is a night we will both remember for the rest of our lives; but neither of us will ever be able to tell another soul about it." At the time Gary said that, I was sure he was right. But here I am, ten years later telling all of you every single detail about it. But you do not really know who I am, right? So I have the luxury of anonymity here, right? I mean, eventually, I had to tell someone, and it might as well be all of you; several thousand readers who I now consider among my closest friends and confidants, right? I walked over to Gary, and pulled his shirt over his head, leaving his chest bare. I marveled at his broad shoulders and well defined pectoral muscles. I liked the visual accent the brown chest hair gave to his prominent nipples. God, he looked good. I ran my fingers across his chest, playing with his chest hair, stopping at his nipples and caressing him as he struggled to get my shirt off. Yes, we were awkward. No, we were not skilled lovers yet. And the nervousness of what we were about to do only added to our awkwardness. But it was exciting just the same. And even in retrospect, it was beautiful. Gary's pants were poking out in front, revealing a sizable bulge forming. I reached down and caressed his penis through the material and adjusted his cock so that it could comfortably point upward. I was impressed to see an inch or two the purple tinted head of his penis poking above the waistband of his pants. As his large penis extended above the waistband of his pants, it seemed like the head was poking up, looking around for me and saying, 'where's Liz?' I liked that thought; the thought that his penis was looking for his 'good friend Liz'. My brother had a very nice cock indeed. Gary started to take off my top. After a slight struggle, Gary removed my shirt. I stood back from him and removed my bra, freeing my perky breasts and their erect nipple. I glanced at the mirror and caught a glimpse of Gary and me standing there, both naked from the waist up, Gary's erect penis peeking above the waist band of his pants. Objectively speaking, we looked good standing there together. Gary turned my so I was facing the mirror, and, while standing behind me, wrapped his arms around me, cupping my left breast with his right hand. We made a very handsome, albeit inappropriate, couple. My right nipple, which was fully exposed, was a bright pink; and stood out excited and erect, like a firm little pebble. My blonde hair and green eyes gave me a cute, youthful and innocent, 'Meg Ryan-like' look on sharp contrast to the sexiness of my exposed breasts and abdomen. Gary towered several inches above me. His strong frame was much larger, and stronger than mine. Gary and I shared the same blond hair, green eyes appearance that gave him a cute, 'surfer boy' look. Gary's arm, which was wrapped around me, was muscular; as was his chest. He was a tall, strong, handsome young man; no question about it. I could feel Gary's penis pulsing against my ass as I stood there watching his one hand fondle my breast. I leaned my head backwards against his strong chest and savored the moment; the last few moments I would ever have as a virgin. The entire situation seemed surreal then, and still does now. Gary reached down and unsnapped my shorts, and lowered the zipper. I could see my pale green panties peeking through the open zipper on my shorts. Gary began to lower my shorts, and my panties came with them. As my shorts were pulled past my ass and thighs, my light blond pubic hair came into view. It was very fine. I have a fair complexion and do not have much body hair. The thin, fine, blond pubic hair appeared almost translucent and provided very little cover for my now wet and aroused vagina. I was naked in front of my brother, and I liked being exposed, and vulnerable, this way. It excited me. I stepped out of my shorts and panties, while I reached behind myself to grasp Gary's erection. He was fully erect and very hard, actually rigid would be a more appropriate term. Now naked, I was fully exposed. With my back still towards him, Gary reached down to my vagina and found my erect clit and gently stimulated me with soft little circular motions that evoked a soft moan of pleasure from me. "Mmmmmm, that feels nice, Gary," I encouraged him. I was already very wet and aroused. After a few moments of this pleasurable foreplay, I turned to face him. I looked admiringly at the head of his penis still poking above his waistband. I knelt in front of him, and unsnapped his pants, opened his fly and pulled his pants and boxers down together, revealing the entire erect penis. His pants and boxers fell to his ankles leaving him essentially naked in front of me. I took Gary's erection in my mouth as I knelt in front of him, as he struggled to free himself from the pants and boxers which were now wrapped around his ankles. I found it mildly amusing to have him in my mouth as he kicked and wrestled trying to get his pants, which were turning themselves inside out, off his ankles and feet. His penis bobbled and jerked in my mouth as Gary wrestled himself free. I do not know why, but rather than reach down and assist him in getting free from his pants, I got some level of enjoyment allowing him to struggle himself free while keeping the head of his cock in my mouth. I guess brothers and sisters just naturally try to torture each other, even when they are engaged in completely inappropriate sexual activity, huh? Once free from the shackles of his pants, Gray took my hand, and pulled me standing. I released his erection from my mouth as I stood. Then I leaned forward to give his firm erection one last kiss on its purple head. I liked Gary's penis; I liked it a lot. And I felt a real possessive ownership of Gary's penis, too. It was my pet, my toy, and it responded so well to me. It flattered and adored me. It was my friend! I guess a girl always has a bit of an emotional attachment to her first penis. I certainly did. Gary led me to the bed and laid me on my back. Gary climbed between my legs, taking my knees and spreading them widely. I could feel my vagina open to his admiring gaze. I was wet and aroused, but afraid and nervous. Gary stared at my vulva for several seconds, "God Liz, you are so beautiful." I could see his penis arch up in front of him as he said those words, indicating to me how sincere his admiration was. I loved knowing that he found me beautiful. I felt so very exposed and wicked lying there; and that exposure excited me further. Gary leaned forward and kissed my vagina. Taking his fingers, he gently opened the folds of my vaginal lips and touched my erect clitoris with the tip of his tongue, sending a shock of pleasure through me. "Ohhh, that feels nice," I exclaimed in a soft moan. "I love the way you taste, Liz." He responded. Gary then took my clit into his mouth and sucked on it as his tongue flicked against it. The combination sent intense pleasure throughout my loins and pelvis. I shuttered as he stimulated me. His brought his hand up under his chin, allowing him to place his fingers at my vaginal opening, without ever disengaging his mouth from my clit, and began opening my vagina with his fingers. I could feel the lubrication from my vagina seeping out of me, and starting to trickle down the crack of my ass. I was wet and aroused, and my juices were flowing. Soon Gary had two fingers inside of me, and was massaging the front wall of my vagina, at my newly discovered g-spot. The pleasure was almost too intense. I grasped at the bed covers as I writhed, my entire body going through a series of pleasurable spasms as I moaned loudly at the powerful combination of Gary's sucking on my clit and his fingers massaging my front uterine wall deep inside me. After only a couple of minutes of this intense stimulation, I realized that I was going to cum before we even made love, before he entered me. I brought my hands down to the sides of Gary's head to guide his oral stimulation. I started bucking my hips against his mouth. I took his head in my hands and held him in place as he continued sucking on my very sensitive clitoris. I moaned louder than I intended. "Gary, don't stop...shit...Oh God...deeper, push your fingers deeper into me...oh god, you are going to get me there...oh god...I am going to cum...don't stop..." I babbled almost incoherently. I wanted to cum, I needed to cum; and cum I did. A huge series of orgasmic waves quaked through me. I pushed my vulva against his mouth holding his head firmly in place. I was actually lifting my ass off the bed attempting to push against his fingers inside of me to get the maximum penetration possible. I was wantonly humping myself against my brother's hand and face as I had a violent orgasm. It was wonderful. After the first series of orgasm rocked across my, my clitoris suddenly became too sensitive. "Oh, too much, you need to stop..." And I pushed Gary's head away from my pulsating vagina, breaking his suction grip on my clit. I could distinctly feel my pulse in my erect and swollen clitoris and I lay there trying to recover. "Oh that was great...you were great...thank you." I said, as I lay there panting, my legs splayed apart, my vagina still experiencing periodic spasms. The throbbing in my clit is so memorable, I get wet even today recalling my level of excitement that evening. Gary started to climb up between my legs now, his penis sticking straight in front of him. Now was the moment he had been waiting for; we both had been waiting for. And like a good and skilled lover, he had already gotten me off before he attempted to fuck me. I beckoned him into position. "Come here. Are you ready to take me?" I asked as provocatively as I could. He simply nodded. "Go slow. You are a lot bigger than your fingers. That cock of yours looks absolutely huge. Let me get used to it first," I cautioned. Then suddenly I had an idea. "Wait. Gary, lie on your back and let me put you inside of me first." I wanted to control the initial penetration. Without waiting for his response, I pushed against his chest and guided him to his back. His erect penis flopped over on his belly, making a slapping sound on his tight abdomen. It looked absolutely huge to me at the moment. Its length and girth were quite intimidating to this 'soon to be ex-virgin'. I climbed over him, straddling his torso. I raised myself up and brought his penis in line with my opening. Because of his substantial length, I had to raise myself up almost completely to get enough 'height' to place his head against my wet and dilated opening. I rubbed his head up and down my wet and slippery slit. God he felt good against my clitoris. "Liz, not too much of that. I am very turned on already. I don't want to 'lose control' of the situation too soon," Gary cautioned me. He was well aware that too much stimulation and it would be 'game over' if he came too quickly. It was good advice on his part. "OK," I said and I stopped stimulating the head of his erect cock against my clit and returned the head to the very opening of my womanhood. I looked his directly in the eyes and said, "Gary, look me in the eyes while I insert you. I want you to look at me while you take my virginity." Looking deeply into my brother's eyes, I placed the head at my very opening, and Gary reached up and cupped my breasts. I lowered myself about one or two inches, just getting he head inside me. "Oh Gary, you are very thick. You are stretching me open." I could feel the ridge of the head of his penis distinctly pass through my tight opening. "You are a very big man, Gary. You are stretching me." He penis pulsed as I said this, stretching me even further. I liked that feeling of fullness. I held myself there, with maybe two inches of his penis inside me to savor the moment, as I watched the expression on Gary's face. I wondered how far inside me he had to go before I was officially no longer a virgin. I guess once his head passed through my opening I had lost my virginity; but who knows what the 'rules' are? But I knew I wanted to take all of him. I was wet and aroused, and dilated, but having just had an orgasm moments before I was not overwhelmed with passion at this moment. No, this was about taking my brother's massive cock inside me and moving from virgin to experienced lover. And for once in Gary's & my relationship, I felt like I was in control as his penis edged its way inside me. I raised up and then lowered myself slowly down, taking him further inside me, deeper and deeper, an inch at a time. I groaned as his thick penis pried me open, penetrating me more deeply than I had ever been penetrated before. It definitely took some effort to force my tight pussy open enough to accommodate his girth. Gary's erection was forcing my pussy open, which felt both good and stressful at the same time. There was no real pain, but the stretching of my insides did have a slight discomfort to it the first time. But I knew I had to go slow. I was very glad I was on top where I could control the rate of penetration and allow my vagina to adjust to this massive intrusion. If Gary was on top, I suspect he could not resist the urge to plunge into me suddenly causing me great pain and anguish. Once I had about six inches of his cock inside me I encountered some resistance and had to stop. I raised us again and very slowly lowered myself again, trying to take his entire length. I could definitely feel me adjusting to the size of this large intruder in my belly. I could feel myself quickly transitioned from discomfort to pleasure. After repeating the up and down motion three times, each time stopping an inch or so short of taking Gary's full length, I began to think Gary might simply be too long for me. I might not be able to take him fully in my tight pussy. I looked down between my thighs while I was accommodating all of my brother's erection that I could and I could still see about an inch or an inch and a half of his thick shaft outside of my vulva. Gary was obviously growing more impatient and excited by the second. Suddenly, and without warning, he grabbed my hips and pushed me down as he thrust all seven plus inches of himself upward, piercing me deeply. The sudden penetration sent a shot of pain through my core and I let out a loud, uncontrolled 'yelp' in surprise. "Oh, Jesus!" I cried out. "Fuck! You are so deep inside me. Hold still for a second! Please!" I needed a second to adjust to this sudden and unexpected intrusion. Gary beamed with the joy of knowing his penis was 'buried to the root' deep inside me. The sudden pain subsided quickly. I could feel Gary's erection pulsing inside me. I raised my self up and down slowly at first, tentatively determining how to maximize both our pleasure without pain. Once Gary's cock was fully inside me, my uterus seemed to simply 'open up' to accommodate this massive cock. I could feel my 'insides' simply open like an inflated balloon. The length and girth filled me quite fully. I raised and lowered myself several times and grew increasingly aroused from the internal stimulation. I soon discovered that if I sat straight up, I could force the head to rub against the front wall of my uterus deep inside of me, stimulating my g-spot. God it felt good pressing up against my uterus so deep inside me. My movement became more pronounced. I was raising up, until only his head was inside my opening and then plunging myself down, taking him deep inside me. Gary would arch his hips and slap up against me as I plunged downward, making the penetration more vigorous. I liked the distinct 'slapping sound' Gary's thighs made against my bottom every time I plunged down and he arched up, forcing his entire erection deep into my belly. Elizabeth's Story Ch. 07 I could feel my arousal building quickly as I matched Gary's upward arches by plunging myself down on this huge penis that was buried deep inside me. I sat straight up, forcing the head against my front internal wall. I tried to gauge how deep he was inside of me, and came to the conclusion that he was inside my womb. "Gary, do you know how far inside me you are?" I asked pointing just below my navel. "I think the head of your penis is right her, you are all the way up here inside me. God, you feel good." I continued to ride him, to fuck him as my excitement grew and grew. "Oh God, Gary...you feel so good...damn, you are going to get me again!...oh, fuck me, baby, fuck me...you're going to make me cum again. " I hissed as yet another orgasm rapidly approached. Gary continued to meet my downward plunges with violent arches of his hips, slapping his balls against my ass, pounding himself as deep as he could into my womb. I started to cum on his cock. "Oh, God, I'm cumming...Gary, harder..." I begged at I shuttered and quaked as I humped, impaled as I was on his large cock. In the middle of my orgasm, Gary flipped me over on my back, and assumed the top position. He began pounding me with a vigor and violence that I cannot describe. With my legs wrapped around his torso, Gary was pulling out and plunging into me, actually pounding my pussy into the mattress. And each violent thrust sent me over the edge again and again and again. I was having one continuous orgasm as Gary prepared for his own climax. After only 30 to 45 seconds of this brutal pounding of my pussy by Gary's rigid cock, Gary stiffened, buried himself deep inside of me, and began to spasm. The look on his face was a combination of intense anguish and pleasure. He grunted as he pushed hard into me. I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me, and I knew, my brother was ejaculating deep in my uterus. I felt spasm after spasm of his cock, and I knew he was filling his sister's vagina with ropes and ropes of his warm, sticky semen. His sperm were now inside of me, searching for an ovum that I sincerely hoped would not be there. I lay there, my legs around my brother, accepting his ejaculate inside my core. I enjoyed knowing that a very intimate part of my brother was erupting inside of me as I held him in place with my heels on his ass. I felt my vagina spasm, milking his cock for every drop of his sperm. I wanted it all inside of me. I was officially 'no longer a virgin'. I would never again have the ability to give my virginity to someone. Gary took it, and I gave it to him willingly. After erupting inside of me for several seconds, Gary relaxed on top of me. And I kept my heels on his ass, holding him in place. I did not want him to withdraw too quickly. "Kiss me." I demanded. And he leaned forward and did just that. As we were necking, I clenched my vagina around his cock, which pulsed in response. I clenched around him several more times, milking his erection; each time his penis throbbed and pulsed in response. The post-coital cuddling and necking was almost as pleasurable for me as the powerful orgasm that preceded it. "Well you did it. You popped your sister's cherry." I smiled up at him. "Yeah, I guess I did." I smiled in return. "You left me a little present in there too, didn't you?" I clenched my pussy around him one more time playfully. "It felt like I was leaving more than a little present. I don't think I have ever cum that much. I think I pumped you pretty full," Gary said with pride. "I imagine you did at that." I said appreciatively. I liked the thought of a sea of my brother's sperm swimming inside of me. I do not know why I liked it, but I did. We lay there for several more minutes as Gary grew less rigid inside of me. He eventually disengaged form me, leaving me feeling open and empty. My pussy spasmed involuntarily at the sudden emptiness it felt, as though it was trying to find something to grasp. It seemed to miss Gary's penis immediately. As soon as he withdrew, Gary, placed his hands on my knees to hold them apart as he inspected my dilated vagina for a moment. I could feel it continue to experience a series of minor spasms, and I could feel his semen leaking out of me under his gaze. I felt so wicked and exposed as Gary watched my vagina try to return to its normal shape and as he watched his sperm slowly seep out of his sister's pussy. "Whatcha looking at?" I asked. I was both embarrassed and excited being this exposed to my brother at this moment. "Your beautiful vagina and my sperm," he answered with pride. "You like knowing your sperm is in your sister, don't you?" I asked. He nodded and smiled. He laid down next to me, and I fell asleep with my head on his chest. I awoke around midnight, and he had quietly slipped away to his own room while I slept. I reached down and touched myself, and found a considerable amount of spent semen still inside me. I brought a small sampling to my nose on my finger tips, and smelled the scent of my brother as I lay there contemplating what we had done. I liked Gary's scent, a lot. And truthfully, though I knew it was wrong, I was enjoying the memory of our intimacy... For the next several months, Gary made love to me nightly. Some weekend mornings he would return to my room early and fuck his naughty sister again. He even wanted me when I was on my period. That fall, I left for college, and our encounters became less and less frequent. We still made love over Christmas break and spring break, but by the following summer, we were both in relationships with other people and our intimacy stopped. About two years after these events, Mom decided it was time to climb out of her alcoholic hole and joined AA. She subsequently met a decent guy who works as a computer programmer. Her life is good. And she has no idea of the intimacy Gary and I shared during her 'grieving period'. All in all, we all seemed to slowly return to normal in the years following my father's death. Now, I sit here, a full decade later recalling the events that led to me giving my virginity to my brother, and the memory arouses me. It has been nearly 10 years since Gary and I last made love. I wish he was here with me tonight, making love to me with all the love and passion he showed me when we were kids. And Gary, if by some freak of chance, you read this note and recognize yourself in this story, know that I love you, I cherish the memory of what we once shared, and I would never refuse you a return visit to my bed. The end.