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Life as a Slut Ch. 01

By: samuraislider



I love my brother, but we don't make love. We fuck.

There's a big difference. I tried to fool myself the first time I laid my hands on his dick, that what we were about to do was making love. That all I wanted to do was make this boy whom I had grown up with feel good. That I loved him so much, and I wanted him to feel good.

A half truth, nothing more. I wanted all of the above, but that was miniscule to what I really wanted. As soon as I took his cock in my mouth, felt the smooth head slide against the walls of my cheeks, I knew this wasn't lovemaking. 

I had never been with another guy really, not like what I do with my brother anyways. There was once, when I was a little younger and I really liked this boy. He had come over, and we had been dating for a few months. I was blind then. To me dating was holding hands, and sexual contact was restricted to a kiss. But anything with tongue was me "sacrificing" myself for the sake of my boyfriend. I thought I was going far enough, giving him enough with some heavy kissing. I was an idiot.

One night Kyle and I, that was his name, were getting heavy, finally after a night of me playing shy. We were going vertical on the couch, and I realized his hand was creeping up my stomach. I didn't know how it happened, but suddenly he had his dick out, which looked very small and scary in the dark of the basement, and his other hand on my breast. He asked me to touch him, and believe me I wanted to make him happy. But my thumb just glanced off the tip of his dick, and it was over for me. His pre-cum left a gooey strand that seemed to stretch forever as I withdrew my hand in disgust. 

I wriggled out from under him, fixing my wrinkled shirt as I got up. I started to cry, and soon the night was over. Kyle was pretty embarrassed, and left after a few mumbled apologies. I nodded and sniffled, but avoided his eyes. I broke up with him by writing him a note which my friend Michelle delivered to him at his locker. I know it sounds stupid. I was eighteen, how could I be so out of touch with sex and anything like it? Well, the times were different then. I hate to date myself, but it was a long time ago.

That was the farthest I had been with a boy, until my brother. In that time, two years, my view on sex was changed, and expanded. I saw a porno a few months after Kyle at a friends sleep over party that really blew my mind. I had always assumed sex was one on one, and this movie was saying quite differently to that. A woman was taken by six men in a garage, and was covered in cum by the end of the clip. The tape had more, lesbians, anal, all of which were very new to me.

I mean, I had heard of orgies, heard of how gays had sex in the butt, but it never clicked with me. Hell, I didn't even really understand what cum was. I knew a guy "put his seed into a woman's womb." This video showed me that a guy's seed was a thick white goo that shot like pee out of him. Made sense I guess, but I thought it was pretty gross. At the time I thought it was gross I should say.

But for months after, the image of that girl being fucked by six men, and swimming in their cum sat with me. I was eighteen the first time I masturbated. It was a late night, and I had been exhausted from my homework. Not that the work was hard, it was that I couldn't focus. I was wearing only a long t-shirt for bed, no underwear. A long t-shirt with no panties was what I had been wearing to bed since I could remember. And no way I could sleep with a bra on. Not that I wore my bra a lot around the house, I had modest breasts at best.

So the night was hot, and I was restless, and that image of the woman in the porn would not get out of my head. What I once thought of as gross was now really getting to me. I was always trying to wrap my head around it. I didn't know anything, and this was too much. That heat was in my groin, and I clenched my thighs. I moved my hand down to push against the top of my pussy (not that I would have called it a pussy then) and my hand felt my moistness for the first time. 

I was scared shitless. I quickly got up and went to the washroom that mine and my brothers room shared and inspected myself. Long sticky strands of something came away with my fingers as I spread my pussy apart in the halogen glow of the bathroom. That was also the first time I had really seen my vagina in full force. The lights were bright and white, and while I had seen my slit enough times, the thought of "looking in" was taboo to me. But there I saw in the mirror that little button that if I pressed sometimes in the dark, it would make me feel warm and nice.

My eyes were drawn to it as I held my shirt up to see it perfectly. My other hand went to it, and I grew past my fear of the sticky liquid coming from me, and my forefinger gingerly touched it. Maybe it was the heat that night, maybe I was finally ready, but my senses exploded with delight at my own touch. I leaned against the cold porcelain sink, and started to rub myself a little.

A little turned to a lot, and soon I had to use my chin to pin my shirt up as I needed both hands to work on myself. One hand splayed out and opened the lips to my pussy wide, the other hand slid over my button. Soon my hand was also dipping down to my "hole" and gathering my juices upwards to moisten up my slit. Part of me was in ecstasy, and another part was quite analytical. While I built towards orgasm (though I didn't really understand what that was) I was also figuring out that the liquid that scared me earlier must be the pussy juice my friend Ben loved to talk about so much. Ben always had sayings around the cafeteria table about how he loved pussy juice. I would laugh and call him gross, though I guess I didn't really know what the hell he was talking about.

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted as my first orgasm washed through me. My knees buckled and I had to grip the sink to keep from falling. My shirt fell back down over my pussy, and I exhaled deeply. Was that an orgasm? I guessed it was. It would be months before I finally thought with some conviction that what I was doing was masturbating, and what resulted was indeed that orgasm that so many of my friends were talking about.

I stumbled off to bed, feeling a little scared, but also wondrous. It would be over a year and half later that my brother told me that I had woken him up, and he had watched me through the opposite door that leads to his room from the bathroom.

So we fuck. Am I a slut? I don't think I am, but I also talked to a girl named Kay Lee at a party once, and she claimed the same. I found out later that after I had passed out on the couch in the basement, she had been gang banged by three guys from another school in her mom's bedroom. So now I second guess myself.

I continued to masturbate with some frequency as the months ticked by. Sometimes I'd do it twice in a day, but then sometimes I'd go a week or two without. Masturbating for girls is different then for guys. Guys need a steady rhythm; they need orgasms like they need bass in their music. Loud, thumping, and constant. I don't have a good analogy for a girl's orgasm, but it's not the same.

First I had to masturbate only in the bathroom, late at night. I guess it's because that's where it first happened, and it was familiar to the all around experience. But soon I moved out of the bathroom to my bed. I could only masturbate standing up at first also, but the move to my bedroom changed that. I experimented with positions on my bed. I found on my front, with legs spread wide behind me to be the best, though switching it up to my back was a welcome change every so often. 

It takes guys anywhere from two minutes to forty five minutes to get their rocks off, but for me I was always a quick cum. I could get off in thirty seconds or less sometimes. I'm not bragging, I know other girls who are the same. But when I'm with a guy (my brother) it takes me longer. Usually ten minutes of hardcore stimulating of my clit to get me off.

But younger more innocent me was very happy to cum quickly, for there was less chance of being caught by my parents or brother. Though once I started masturbating at other times, besides the deep of night, things got scarier. More than once my mother would walk in on me. I would usually hear her in time to push my t-shirt down, and get under the covers with a book off my night stand in my hands before she opened the door. I always swore I'd get a lock on the door to my room like my brother, but I never got around to it.

The lack of a lock on my door though was something I would never regret. Because of it, my brother was getting his peeks at me.

He's older than me by a year, and he's a good guy. Had a few girlfriends, the longest lasting only six months. He later told me the most he had gotten from a girl was a finger fuck. She hadn't touched him though.

So late nights I would pull my t-shirt up and turn over, my face usually half into my pillow. I'd start rubbing, and get wet very quickly, if I wasn't to begin with. Then one night it all changed. I had just started, and was having a good time, when out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw something. My door was slightly ajar. I quickly turned my head away and acted like I hadn't seen. Now my parents were out of town, so the only person I gathered who could have opened that door was my brother. I lay very still, suddenly excited.

My brother. Brad. I had never thought of him like that, but the idea thrilled me. I kept my face hidden in my pillow and continued to rub myself. My small hips bucked upwards and I had to bite the pillow to not scream out my orgasm. The idea that he could have been watching was just so dirty. I couldn't believe that I had gotten off to that.

What was worse was that I wanted more.

I slowly turned my head to see if he was watching, but no one was at the door. I crept out of bed, and made my way into the hallway. The moonlight played across the carpet of the hall, and silhouetted my small form in the night. I got to the end of the hallway, and leaned my ear against my brother's door. I heard him breathing heavily, almost panting. And occasionally there was a noise, or maybe it was my mind playing tricks, but it sounded slick.

I guess I was hoping for the same amount of stealth my brother had used with me, but that wasn't meant to happen it seemed. I lightly urged the door open, my breath caught in my chest. There was a loud squeak of the lower hinge on the door, and my heart almost exploded. My brother's head shot up, and I saw for the first time a fully naked male in the flesh. Our eyes met. My own must have been wide with terror, mirroring his eyes. I remember a strand of my long brown hair falling into my face, but not blocking my eyes.

It all happened in a second. He exhaled the words "Jesus!" then my brother's dick exploded. Thick ropes of cum shot up and over his bare chest. He tried to wrestle with himself as his body convulsed in waves of pleasure, but to no avail. He didn't scream at me to get out, or even cover himself up. I guess he figured what was the point.

Without thinking I fully entered his room and closed the door behind me. "Was that... did you just..." I asked.

He looked me in the eyes for a second, then his glance darted away. "That was... that's what guys do when they..."

I couldn't help but stare at the glistening cum all over his stomach and chest. I had been scared of Kyle's pre-cum so long ago, but the sight of it all over my brother's chest made me wet. The silence was getting awkward, so I did what any girl might have done. I giggled.

"What are you laughing about," he asked with a half smile. "You do it too ya know. I'm only human."

My brother pointing out that I masturbate too was the kicker. I walked over to his bed, doing my best to move my hips a little. I kept my eyes downcast, and let my hair hide my face. I sat at the edge of his bed, and pulled some hair behind my ear, looking at him. He smiled a little, and pointed to the end of his bed where he had a roll of toilet paper. "Could ya help pass me that?"

I smiled and passed him the roll. I watched as he mopped up the drying mess he made on himself. This was all so new, and I was so hot just watching him. I didn't get turned on really by my brother cleaning up his mess; it was the feeling of a kind of sexual freedom. Maybe not a freedom, so much as a new door was open to me. It was one of those doors that had a "Do Not Enter" sign. One of those doors you would love to open, but it's against the rules. Well I had opened that door, and I was through to the other side. 

"Can I ask you a question?" I turned at the corner of his bed to face him better. He had finished rolling up the wad of tissue and was putting it in the garbage beside his bed.

Brad looked at me funny, an expression of half guilt, half smile. He knew he should get me out of his room, he knew where this might go. But I could tell by the way he wasn't ushering me out, the way his eyes darted to my bare legs as my t-shirt rode up just so slightly that he was just as curious as I was to where this door lead to.

"Shoot."

"How does it feel? You looked like ... it looked cool." I couldn't help but bite my lip to stop from laughing. I didn't know why I wanted to laugh. I suppose it was just me being a stupid teenager.

My brother pulled himself up a little, and placed his covers over his now rapidly shrinking penis. "Uh, well. It feels really good."

"What do you think about when you do it?" I moved a little up the bed, resting my outer thigh on his calf which lay hidden under the covers.

He blushed then, and I could almost hug him. Except the way my pussy was flaring, it wasn't a hug I was looking for. I wasn't sure what I wanted, but I knew I needed to see how far we could go. "I think of lots of things. Sometimes I look at my magazines, other times I watch sometapes."

"And sometimes you look at me." I couldn't believe I had blurted that out. I covered my mouth, first shocked at myself, then to stifle another stupid laugh.

Brad was taken aback. I think he almost wanted to end our talk there, but I guess his loins thought better. Brad wasn't dumb; he knew where this conversation could go. "Yes I do. Look, I'm really sorry. I think I might have ruined things with you, and I don't want that."

I quickly saw that he was now apologizing, and I was losing my window of opportunity. If he started feeling guilty, his morals get the better of his groin and I'd be out the door with a "Please don't tell mom and dad."

"No! No, don't be sorry Brad." I placed my hand on the top of his thigh, "Its okay. I mean, I just saw you, so we're even."

"Even?"

"Well maybe not even. You've probably watched me couple of times I think."

He took the bait. "More than a couple," he said with a grin.

I faked a slap at his arm, acting mortified, "How dare you!"

He grabbed my hand on the second slap I threw at him, and pulled me close. Suddenly we weren't joking. "You're just so pretty." His breath was warm against my face as he brought me closer. "I think about you all the time."

I was now leaning into him, our faces just inches apart. His other hand came up to one of my breasts, the warmth of his palm spread across me. My nipples were very hard, a mixture of the cool night and the intense heat in me. I was at odds with myself as the cool part of me screamed to end this. Thankfully that part of me is really tiny.

I took my free hand and put it down on his covers, feeling the bulge underneath. I could feel a hardness there, and I was thrilled. My brother started to knead my breast with his hand, and soon he let go of my other hand to gain access to the other breast.

The fabric rubbed against my nipples, his thumb forcing the soft cotton to stimulate my breasts. Soon he needed more and pulled my top off. The moonlight from his window made my skin appear to glow white. I wasn't shy of my body though, and reveled in my nakedness. 

My own hand was rubbing at his groin area, but I was still unsure of what I was doing. All the while he stared into my eyes, and I into his. He could tell I was inexperienced, though so was he. But guys seem more confident regarding things such as this. He pulled back the covers, and his cock sprang out. Though he had just cum, it was already up and ready to go again. 

My eyes couldn't leave it. My brother went back to feeling my breasts, and even dipped down to play his tongue over one. I shuddered but kept my eyes on his cock. The tip glistened with pre-cum, but I wasn't scared. I laid my hand on the head, and it twitched as if it had a mind of its own. I ran my hand along the shaft, very gently because I wasn't sure how sensitive something like this could be. My fingers moved along the thick vein that ran along the side, and finally I wrapped my hand around it. My brother groaned, his mouth clamped over one of my nipples now.

His tongue on my nipples was driving me crazy, and my hips started to buck at nothing. I need to rub my clit, with either my hand or along something. I'm not sure what compelled me to do so, but I realized now was my time to do all those nasty things I had seen in that porno. I was stroking my brother's cock; we'd already crossed the line of decency.

I pushed him back and placed myself between his legs. He laid his head back on his pillow, and looked down at me. I lowered my head to his penis, but kept my eyes on him. My tongue darted out and I tasted his penis for the first time. It was warm and smooth. A bead of pre cum trickled down the shaft and over my hand. I looked at it, and though the very thought of doing so would have disgusted me before, I lapped it up with my tongue. The salty stickiness coated my tongue, and I smiled. It tasted really good, and I moaned a little.

"How... how is it?" He whispered now, his hands running through my hair.

"It's good. It's actually really good," I said with a smile. A single strand of pre-cum ran from bottom lip to the head of his member. I licked it away, and moved in again. My hand continued to gingerly stroke him, and I moved my mouth over the shaft. I had no idea what I was doing, but I gauged his reaction to what felt good with the way he breathed and moaned. I licked quickly around the head, and he started to moan loudly. That got me really excited and I moved my free hand that had been playing along his stomach to my crotch.. I felt my button through my bush and started to rub like crazy.

I was so wet, my hand was soon covered in my own juice. Finally I wanted to see how much of his dick I could take. I moved my head over the tip of his penis, and slowly lowered myself. I felt the smooth veiny shaft push my lips wide as my mouth conformed to his penis. Inside my tongue licked and slurped on his cock, my hand pumping the shaft. With every couple of pumps of my hand, I tasted more pre-cum. I swallowed it down, and hoped it wouldn't stop.

I felt so dirty, so slutty and it was too much. My fingers found the right spot, and I came as hard as ever. My naked hips pitched and bucked, and I groaned, even though my mouth was stuffed with cock. Then my brother's hands tensed on my head, and I thought something was wrong. Then I felt hot jets of cum explode into my mouth as his thighs tensed up. He lifted his butt off the bed a little and forced my mouth deeper over his shaft. The cum splashed across my tongue and hit the back of my mouth. 

Having my brother cum in my mouth was one of the most liberating and just plain awesome things to ever happen to me. I choked and sputtered a little, but tried to swallow what I could. Even then though, a little dribbled from the corner of my mouth.

I got up and smiled at him, my one hand trying to catch the dripping cum from my chin. He smiled a huge grin back at me and lay back with a contented sigh. I quickly walked over to the bathroom to clean up.

Life as a Slut Ch. 02



I looked at my self in the mirror, the greenish light from the overheads coloring my pale face. My skin was very pale, though right then I was pretty flushed. My hair hung over parts of my face, disheveled tufts poking out here and there. But I wasn't really looking at all that. I wanted to see my eyes. I thought after what I just did with my brother, I'd look somehow different. It was that stupid romantic in me, the one who wrote bad poetry, and the one who thought that if I looked deep enough into my eyes, I'd see someone new and different there. I should change after doing something like that I thought to myself.

But when I looked back at myself, really gave myself a good stare, I didn't see a thing. I wasn't any different. My personality was the same; what made me was the same. What I should have looked at was my mouth. If I had glanced down, I would have seen my smile. My eyes didn't change, but I hadn't smiled like that before.

I splashed water on my face, and used a towel to wipe up the drying mess my brother had left on my chin. The salty taste of his cum still hung in my mouth. I didn't really care for the taste of his actual cum. The pre-cum was where it was at. 

My brother poked his head in through the door, his eyes racing across my still naked frame. 

"Anything I can do?" His grin ate up half of his face.

I smiled back, my light brown hair falling into my face. "You've done enough for now."

So that's how it started. We continued to play with each other after that, gradually going further and further each time we met. It was like any other new relationship really. You can't get enough of each other, and each sexual experience is something exciting and energetic. I think I held out for about five months before he actually fucked me, and it was another two years before he convinced me to try anal.

But those first months were intense. We worked hard to keep our lust a secret, but even if our folks were home we'd somehow find a way to fool around. Sometimes it was jerking him off under the blankets while we watched a movie. Other times, during the summer mainly, we'd sneak off to our metal shed behind the house and he'd fuck my brains out. But I'm jumping ahead. Let me tell you about the first time... my first time.

Now you can argue that oral sex, which we partook in a lot, is real sex, and I had lost my virginity to my brother the first time I sucked his dick. Well I believe that a girl's first time is when the dick enters the pussy, and that's that.

It was around February, though I can't remember the exact date. Well not anymore, though I do remember trying to remember that date for years afterward. Stuff like that is important to a girl, but eventually time wiped it from my mind. We were watching Evil Dead 2, one of my personal favorites. My brother had made me watch it years ago, in an effort to scare his little sister. I had loved it in fact, and we watched any of the Evil Dead movies on a semi-regular basis. Well like most movies we watched, we didn't really get through the whole thing. 

I was going down on my brother, the slurping sounds of my head on his dick loud and raw. He had muted the movie, because Bruce Campbell is too much of a distraction for anyone of any sex. Our parents were upstairs, no doubt my mother trapped in a book, and my father watching Survivor. I worked my brother's penis with one hand, jerking quickly, but smoothly. He had sat me down one night, and we had worked on giving him a good hand job. I think my hand jobs still leave something to be desired, as I've never made a guy cum with just my hand. I always have to finish him with my mouth.

His precum hit my tongue in hot waves, and I sucked it down. My brother's groans were loud, but the basement was a great place to muffle those sounds. The basement had a rec room, and a spare room. My uncle once lived there for a few months, but now the basement was like our own little apartment. We always played it up as that's where we did our homework, or worked on the computer. Our parents were none the wiser.

I was wearing a pair of black jogging shorts. They were an old pair of jogging pants I had cut down to a skimpy size. They were comfortable, and I rarely wore panties under them. They were my comfy clothes, and I usually put them on along with a T-shirt as soon as I got home. Though at this time, the T-shirt was gone, and I was topless as I went down on my brother. My other hand traced the insides of my thighs, blissfully playing around my clit as I took my brother's cock in my mouth. Soon enough he was cumming, and large wads of hot cum struck the back of my throat. I swallowed it all like a pro.

The hand on the back of my head relaxed, and my brother was panting. Now this happened sometimes, though less frequent as we got older. My brother's dick was still hard, and rested along my lips. My brother sat upright on the couch, but I lounged along its length, my head resting in his lap. I started to lap at it again, my other hand working my pussy furiously. He had cum, and now it was my turn.

I rolled over, my head facing upwards, but still in his lap. He stroked his hard dick along my cheek while I breathed heavily. I spread my legs wide, and pulled my shorts to the side to get better access to my engorged pussy. Even in the flickering blue light of the Evil Dead movie, I could see how red my pussy was, and how my juices created white highlights along its many curves. 

I wanted to cum so bad. My hand flew along my slit, dipping low to pull up more juice, and then moving in a swift circular motion around my bud. I could feel it so close, but the orgasm wouldn't come.

"Finger me," I hissed. My brother was quick to comply, and leaned over, his moving penis leaving a trail of precum along the side of my face. His thick finger pressed at the entrance to my hole, and he slowly slipped it in. It hurt a little, but on the other hand it was a new sensation, one that can hardly be explained. His finger started to move in and out, and his dick twitched against my face in his excitement. My hands worked like crazy, but still no orgasm.

We went like that for almost ten minutes, but soon I was growing numb. It was very frustrating to be so close, but still not cum. Finally, on an impulse, I sat up. I licked my lips, my sweaty hair falling into my face. My brother sat upright still, so I straddled him.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

My answer was to run my hand along my tongue, then use my saliva to lube his dick. With a half mad smile, I pulled my shorts to the side, and lowered myself onto his dick. The tip was thick and round, and pressed at my hole. I used more of my weight, and the tip entered my hole. I gasped, and drove my head into his shoulder. I started to bite his arm, trying to muffle my screams. It hurt, but goddamn did it ever feel different.

His hands rested on my hips, gripping me but nor forcing me. I could feel his hips aching to buck, but he held on. I loved my brother so much, and he was such a gentleman. I used one hand to guide him in, and my other rested on his shoulder. With a final plunge, my brother's shaft slid along the walls of my pussy, and finally hitting my depths. 

There is only a few ways a girl could describe the sensation of being penetrated. It's something most guys will never feel. You feel full, as if something's been returned to you that you forgot you were missing. My pussy muscles quivered on my brother's dick. I wasn't thinking of condoms then I have to say. But my brother was. He said he wouldn't come in me, but he'd pull out. I didn't actually care at the moment, but afterwards I thanked him for his foresight. I was too intent on cumming at that moment.

He started slow, the shaft sliding in and out of my hole slowly. I alternated between his shoulder and my lip to keep from screaming. As I grew accustomed to having his thick length inside of me, he started to move faster. I wrapped one arm around his neck and held on; the other was down at my crotch, rubbing again.

He pushed me down onto the couch, though I still clung to him. It was then I realized that me being on top wasn't giving him the leverage he needed. I know it's a cliché, but a jackhammer is what it was like. He pounded my pussy, the wet noises of his slick dick and my wet pussy seemed louder than my muffled gasps. His tongue darted out and licked my earlobe, and I shuddered. While he fucked me, he started to trace the line of my ear with his tongue, then dipped farther behind my ear. Tingles ran up my back, and combined with his constant thrusting, I was on my way to one of the most memorable orgasms I ever had. 

My hand was crushed between our bellies, but my fingers still stroked my clit relentlessly. My hand was soaked from a combination of my own saliva to lube my brother and my pussy juice. My brother grabbed my hand and drew it up to his own mouth. While fucking me, and looking me straight in the eye, he sucked on my fingers, drinking down my juice. That put me over the top, and I came. My pussy quivered around his shaft, and still he pounded me. My eyes went wide, and I started to buck under him, and he just fucked me harder. I had to bite my lip to stop from screaming and having my parents come downstairs. Then with a "Holy shit, I'm cumming," my brother pulled out of me.

I remember how shiny his dick looked as he pulled out, and tried to get up. His hand worked along his shaft, and he aimed his dick along the length of my body. Great jets of milky white sperm spurt from the tip drenching me. Cum streams arched over my stomach and splashed on my chin, and cheek. Another spurt landed on my breasts, and finally he finished on my stomach. I lay there panting, and he fell back to the far end of the couch. 

I grabbed the roll of toilet paper we hid under the couch to mop myself up, smiling the entire time. He laughed a little, though not at me. He seemed to laugh at how great life was. My brother grabbed a wad of toilet paper and helped me clean up as well, his grin eating up his face. 

"Wow, your shorts are soaked," he said with a lopsided smile. He helped me pull them off, and he even put them in the laundry room for me. He came back a pair of jeans I had left to hang in there, and in the other hand was twirling a pair of my panties around his finger. He was still naked from the waist down, his half erect cock still shiny from the fucking he had given me.