10 comments/ 107035 views/ 17 favorites My Brother & Me By: Naomeri One night when I was twenty-three, I was asleep in by bed when I felt a hand on my breast. I awoke with a scream to find my eighteen year-old brother in bed with me. It was summer and the cabin had no air conditioning, so we regularly slept nude in our separate bedrooms with the understanding that unless there was an emergency, we wouldn't enter each other's rooms without knocking first. "Erik, what the hell are you doing?" "Shut up, bitch. Just lay there and let me do what I want." "The hell I will. You're my brother. I'm not about to let you touch my breasts, or anything else." Erik squeezed my breast tighter, is thumb and forefinger pinching my nipple and making my whole body tighten. "If you won't shut up and lay still, I'll have to tie and gag you." "Then bring on the gag, Erik, because if you don't let go of me now and get the fuck out of my room, I'm going to scream so loud that people on the other side of the lake are going to here me." "Fine. I thought you might see it that way, so I brought the necessary supplies along with me." He proceeded to tie my hands and feet to the rough wooden headboard and footboard set he had carved the summer before. He put a length of cloth around my head and tied the ends together over my mouth. I was now lying spread-eagle on the bed, my 38C breasts pulled apart, with their pencil-eraser nipples pointing up and slightly to the sides. I felt very exposed and vulnerable with my shaved pussy spread wide and open for my brother's hungry eyes. "Wow, Sis. I never realized how sexy fat girls could be. I always imagined that the rolls of fat and big, jiggling thighs would totally gross me out, but I'm getting harder just looking at you. Then again, maybe that's because I've gotten a hard-on looking at you ever since I hit puberty." Erik wasn't lying. I could actually see his cock getting harder and bigger as he perused my body. His cock was the biggest I'd ever seen. Not that I'd seen a great number of cocks. Being 5'2" and 190 lbs meant that I didn't exactly have guys lining up to fuck me, but I had fucked a few guys in high school and some more in college. Erik's cock was probably bigger around than my hand could reach (granted, I have small hands) and about eight inches long. The tip was glistening with pre-cum. Erik brought me back from my thoughts of his cock by twisting and pulling my nipples. He lay down in top of me with his hands still on my breasts. He ended up with his feet and lower legs hanging off of the end of the bed and his face directly over my pussy. "While I was in high school, you would bring those college guys home after you thought I was asleep. I would lie awake in my bed, listening to them fucking you. I would jack off imagining that I was them and that my hand was your slutty cunt." Erik was speaking directly into my crotch, tickling the sensitive nerves with his breath. Erik's words were having an unexpected affect on me. My breath was coming faster and I could feel my pussy starting to tingle and the juice start to flow inside me. I suddenly wanted to know what it felt like to be Erik's slut. In that moment, I made the decision to do whatever Erik wanted, as long as it meant I would get that perfect cock stuffed into every hole I had. Since there was a gag in my mouth, I had to let Erik know my mind some other way. I strained against my bonds and shoved my pussy into Erik's face and marveled at how wonderful his face felt pressed against my crotch. "Changed your mind, bitch?" I nodded my head as best I could. "Well, that's just too damn bad. I like you like this. I want you spread wide beneath me the whole time." I tried to talk through the gag in my mouth, but the only sounds I could make were muffled and incomprehensible. "What's that, whore?" He used my breasts to pull himself up enough to untie the gag. "Erik, untie me please. I want to enjoy you touching me. I promise I'll do whatever you want me to do, just untie me." "I don't think so. I think you're just faking so I'll let you go." "Erik, I'm not faking, I swear. If you won't believe me, will you believe my body? Stick your finger in my hole and feel how wet I'm getting just having you telling me what you want to do with me." Erik slid his hand down my body and poked his middle finger into my hole. He wiggled it around a little and then pulled it out and brought his hand up to his mouth and sucked on it. "You weren't lying about how wet you are, bitch, but I still don't trust you." "Will you at least leave the gag off? I want to feel your mouth on mine and I want to scream your name when you make me come over and over again." "All right, bitch. But you had better scream every time I make you come or I'll never untie you." Erik slid down to his previous position and started licking my slit. When his tongue found that little nub of flesh, I gasped and started writhing under him. He pinched my nipples and I pressed my crotch into his face in an effort to get myself off sooner. Instead of continuing to lick my slit and massage my breasts, Erik pushed away from me. "I don't want you to do anything but scream when I make you come, slut. Don't move at all no matter what I do to you." "Why?" "Because I want to fuck you. I don't want to have sex with you." "Isn't it the same thing?" "No. Fucking someone is using that person to achieve your own personal pleasure. Having sex with someone is two people using each other to achieve pleasure." "But you said you wanted me to scream when you make me come. How are you going to make me come if you're only using my body for your pleasure?" "Because you're going to enjoy the way I use you. Now stop asking stupid questions and let me get back to fucking you, you slutty bitch." Erik put his head between my legs again and once again found that nub of flesh. Only this time he found it with his teeth instead of his tongue. I had never had a guy bite me there before. I had always thought it would hurt too much to feel good, but Erik's teeth brought waves of ecstasy to my body and I screamed as my first orgasm of the night hit me. Erik immediately moved to my hole and started to suck the come out of me. Once the waves of the orgasm passed. Erik once again used my breasts to pull himself up until he was face to face with me and his wonderful cock was pointed right at my hole. Without any warning, Erik shoved his cock into my hole until his balls were pressed against me. He started to pull his cock out of me and I whimpered. "Don't worry, bitch, before the night's over you'll be so sick of having a cock in you that you'll never want to so much as see another cock for the rest of your life. Except for mine of course. You'll take mine whenever I want." Erik started pushing his cock in all the way to the balls and then pulling it out, leaving only the very tip inside of me. After about twenty minutes, I had screamed through two orgasms, but Erik didn't seem to be tiring or coming any closer to his own orgasm. Suddenly his pace quickened and he buried his cock deep within me and shot his seed into my womb for what seemed like hours. After that he pulled himself out of me, untied me, and left me to finish my night's sleep. The next morning, when I was in the kitchen making breakfast for the two of us, I started to think of the possible consequences of our night of passion. When Erik came out of his room and sat down at the table I tried to talk to him about it and all he said was, "I hope I did get you knocked up. Then you'll be even fatter and sexier to me and even uglier to other guys and I won't have to worry about you cheating on me." My Brother and Me The summer of my 18th year, after graduating from high school, I had gotten used to having my bedroom to myself, when my older brother moved back in to share the room with me. He had moved out a couple years before, but eventually lost his job and ran out of money, so at age 20 he came back home to "re-group". We were the only two males in a house full of girls, and since there weren't enough bedrooms to go around, we naturally had to share. Kris and I didn't have much in common, other than having each been circumcised as baby boys, but as we reached adulthood, even our penises weren't very similar. Also, we each had a propensity to leave the toilet seat up after using the bathroom. While Kris was interested in partying and girls, I was more interested in other guys . . . a fact that I kept as a deep dark secret, especially from my older bro. One hot Friday night soon after he moved back home, he came in late, reeking of beer and cheap cigars. I was the only person still up, and I asked, "Where've you been?" "Pat's bachelor party" he mumbled as he stripped down to his briefs, climbed onto his bunk, and fell asleep (or passed out--I'm not sure which). While I listened to Kris' breathing level out to a deep, rhythmic pattern indicating sleep, I was entertaining bold, wild thoughts concerning my "options". I finally decided "it's now or never" so I turned off my reading light, stood next to the top bunk, and watched my brother sleeping calmly. Fortunately, he was sleeping on his back, and once my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could see the bulge in the front of his Jockey Shorts .. the target of my desire. I called his name a couple of times ... and then gently pinched his arm ... no doubt about it, he was asleep. I boldly (but gently) placed my hand over his crotch and felt the banked heat of his maleness. I very lightly rubbed and squeezed his equipment (through the fabric), and soon had Kris popping a boner. I was really nervous and scared at this point, but realized that this could be the best opportunity I would ever have, so I expertly wedged his fly open with my fingers and freed his turgid cock. For the first time in my life I touched the penis of another man. I slowly stroked his proud, stiff 6 1/2 inch male staff, and considered another one of the differences between us: while my own male unit lays flaccid at about 2 1/2 inches and then quickly grows to a full, thick respectable 6 inches once aroused, Kris is totally different: his cock dangles about 6 inches all the time [lucky him]! While growing up, I had certainly seen it often enough, and endured his comments about "how small" my own pecker was. When he sprouts wood [this was the first time I had ever seen him with a hard-on, and I don't think he had ever seen me hard before, either] his cock stiffens, of course, but really doesn't gain much (if any) in either length or girth. Anyway -- I was now toying with my brother's hot, stiff pecker, and gently stroking it, when I felt it leaking pre-cum onto my hand. I was getting terrifically excited, and I took a quick lick of his pre-cum from where it had oozed onto my hand. I realized I'd better "go for the whole banana" while I had the chance. I slowly bent over and for the first time ever I let the big, ugly circumcised cock-head of another guy pass my lips. I started laving the mushroom-like head with my tongue, paying particular attention to the frenulum (even though we're both circumcised, the doc left the ultra-sensitive frenulum intact on both our cocks, thankfully), while I continued the slow, rhythmic hand-stroking of my bro's thick male tool. As I continued my assault on Kris's dick, I was listening intently for any change in his breathing .. which would be a warning that he was waking up and would discover that he had become my boy-toy. Eventually he started softly moaning and I heard him mutter "shake my nuts", almost like he was in some sort of a trance. I continued mouthing his dick-head, and slowly stroking his rock-hard shaft. With my free hand I stuck a couple of fingers into his fly, and started softly tweaking and teasing his heavy ball-sac. After a bit of this, I felt his prick stiffen up more, and his cock-head flared and throbbed in my mouth. I heard his breath start to get raspy, and I pulled my mouth away from his dick. I felt his pecker start to spasm, and I watched as he shot wad after wad of his thick, gooey cock-snot up onto his chest and belly. I was pretty ramped-up by all of this, and my own pecker was rock hard and throbbing. I scooped a bit of Kris's jism off his belly and tasted it (salty, slightly bitter .. it tasted similar to my own). I then scraped more of his ropey splooge into my hand, and used it as a lube on my own stiff rod, as I stroked myself off to an enormous orgasm. The next morning I wondered if Kris would have anything to say, but I think he was hung over from the beer and stogies .. and if he thought about the logistics of how he had dried cum all over his belly, yet not in his Jockey Shorts, I guess he just figured that his dick had somehow popped out of his fly and he had had a massive wet-dream which left his chest and belly covered with the residue of his sticky man-sauce. Over the next year, I repeated this scenario many times [me playing with Kris's sexual equipment while he slept]. I never knew for sure if he was oblivious to what was going on, or if maybe he knew, but liked the fact that his little bro was a handy little cock-sucker. I suspect that he knew, as there were several clues to indicate that he did . . . one time when he was under his bed sheet snoring softly, I snaked my hand around feeling for his Jockey Shorts, and when I couldn't find them .. I realized he was in bed nude. I suspected that he was counting on me to "get him off" that night, as when I started playing with his dick, he moved around some and managed to push his sheet down around his knees. When I was happily sucking and stroking him, just before his body uncontrollably gave away the fact that his ejaculation was imminent, he put an arm across the back of my neck, which forced me to keep his cock in my mouth when he came ... for the first time ever I was fed his seed directly from the source. I suspect this was an act of him trying to humiliate me. The only other clue I ever had as to whether or not he knew what was going on: just before he moved out for the final time, I went to use him as a sex-toy, and as I was freeing his cock from his underwear he said [sort of gruffly]: "Not tonight, Kurt" and rolled over to where I couldn't get at his cock. Unfortunately, I never got to play with my brother's male equipment again, but I sure do have fond memories of the excitement I had for a while! My Brother and Me Ch. 02 A couple of years ago, when I was 18 and my brother Kris was 20, he moved back into our shared bedroom. I started using him as a sex toy. While he'd be sleeping, I'd be mouthing his cock and masturbating him. I was unsure whether or not he knew what was happening. A couple years later I got my answer to that question: he knew. Our relationship moved in a new and interesting direction in the following manner. My twenty-first birthday was on a Wednesday that year, the date being the last day of June. Although Kris and I weren't close, I sort of idolized him. We seemed to be getting along better now that he had moved out again. He was more easy going, and less cranky, probably because he had his own place and could live the way he wanted ... simple stuff like smoking a cigar, leaving the toilet seat up, etc. without having to put up with a nag-fest from our mother and sisters. Maybe he was just glad of the fact that he could now sleep undisturbed, without me trying to get at his cock. Anyway, the night of my birthday, at a family dinner, he said, "Hey Kurt, I was wondering if you'd like to go on a camping trip this weekend? Just the two of us. I thought I'd take my guns, and we'd do some target shooting. I know a place I think you'd like out in the desert, just up past Bishop. If we left early Friday afternoon, we could get there before dark." He also told me, away from the prying ears of the rest of the family, [all females], that he'd bring along some good cigars and whiskey, and we'd be able to do "guy stuff" without being nagged at. I was really curious about his camping proposal and couldn't help but wonder if he wanted to get me alone for some type of sexual reason. I was fairly certain that he knew what I had been doing with his body during his last stint of living at home ... and I was hoping that we could get that kinky stuff out in the open [at least between the two of us], and that MAYBE he wanted more of it. So I said "Sure, Kris. That sounds like fun. I'll have my camping gear together and be ready to go by noon on Friday." Right after lunch on Friday we took off for his camping spot, a six hour drive from our home town. We smoked a couple of his cigars as we drove along in Kris's pick-up, and while we were getting along fine, it seemed to me there was a little tension between us. I wasn't sure, but I'd bet it was of a sexual nature. However, I couldn't think of a way to broach that subject, so I just sort of sat back to enjoy the ride. We eventually reached our destination. It was early evening, and we set up a basic camp. As the sun set, we got a campfire going, lit some cigars, and broke out the whiskey. Kris kicked back and said "Let's talk about sex." Right off the bat he told me "I know you were sucking on my schlong and jerking me off a couple years back, Kurt." "Uh, yeah, Kris, guilty as charged" I replied, unsure as to where I should go with this thread of the conversation. "The fact is," Kris stated, "A blow-job is a blow-job, and you were giving me some damned good head. I don't know just what the Hell you were getting out of it, but it was great for me. Personally, I've never thought having some guy's dick in my mouth was anything I wanted to do ... but as the old saying goes, 'whatever floats your boat!' I just wish you had taken my load more than just that one time. I got tired of having my jizz sprayed all over my chest and belly." "Well, uh, Kris, thanks for the compliment ... about me giving good head I mean." My brother then asked me: "Are you still interested in sex with a man, Kurt? Do you have a 'boyfriend'? And what about chicks, have you gotten laid yet?" "Well, uh, Kris to answer your questions: No, I don't have a 'boyfriend'; No, I've not had any pussy yet, but I'd certainly like to try it; and yeah, I am still interested in man-sex ... in fact I am hoping you drug me out here to the boonies because you want me to suck your nuts dry." "Well Kurt, it's your lucky day! I've got our weekend planned out, and based on how you just answered my questions, I think you're going to be a real happy camper when you hear what I have in mind for us." Kris then told me his master plan: "I thought the two of us would just party here at camp tonight. I'm up for a good blow-job session, and I'm hoping that from now on you'll start swallowing my load. If you'll let me fuck you, I'd like to try that too, but I'm not going to force that unless you want it. Truth is, I've never been in anyone's ass before, either a chick or a guy. IF I get drunk enough, I MIGHT go down on your knob, but I'll have to think on that. I've never sucked a guy's rod before, so if we get to that situation, you'll have to give me some good cock-sucking pointers, so I can follow your technique." "Then," continued my brother, "See that light over there?" (he pointed off at a flashing light maybe 10 miles in the distance ... it resembled an airfield beacon, but was flashing red instead of green) "That's a place called Janie's Ranch, and it's a whore house just across the Nevada state line. I figure tomorrow night we'll go there, and your birthday present from me will be a cherry-pop session with one of the 'working gals' at that place. Let her make a MAN out of you!" I enthusiastically told Kris "Okay, bro! You're on!" At that time we got naked, and began our night of all-male partying. First, I used my 'famous technique' to tease and stimulate my brother's cock until he had a massive orgasm, of which I swallowed most of the hot seed he pumped into my throat. While we both rested from that, he was working lube around the rim of my virgin ass-hole, and opening me up with a couple of his well-lubed fingers. Then he used his big cock in my tight butt. It felt like he was using a battering ram to cleave my ass in two, but by the time he spewed a load of hot molten sperm deep into my guts I was feeling all right with it. Kris said, "Man, a guy's tight butt is different than a girl's snatch ... both are good in their own way." Kris then disappointed me by saying, "Sorry, Kurt. I'm just not ready to give any guy head, not even you, bro. I've never touched another guy's male equipment, but I guess I'd be willing to give that ugly fuck-pole of yours a hand job, if that would help. Looks like those nuts of yours are swollen, and your pecker's been stiff for an hour or more." "You're right" I said to Kris. "I feel like I've got a bad case of blue-balls, and my sweet peter could really use some relief. If a hand-job is the best you can do, let's do it now!" A couple minutes of stroking by Kris' hand [Boy! what a wild sensation having someone else's hand controlling your cock!] and I was spraying splooge like a fire hose. Kris then said to me "It's good some of that nut-juice got drained off. If you went into the whore-house so over-stoked with testosterone you'd probably shoot your wad while the whore was checking out your dick." "Checking out my dick!" I said to my brother. "What do you mean?" It seemed like I needed a lot of information about the 'dos & don'ts' of a whore house, so as we lay there under the stars, Kris brought me up to speed on whore-house etiquette. By this time it had gotten quite late, so I finally sucked him off one more time, and we fell asleep, each looking forward to the following night. I was feeling closer to my brother than I ever had before. ....continued soon My Brother and Me Ch. 03 "Checking out my dick?" I said, somewhat startled. "What in the hell for?" There was obviously a lot I didn't know about whore-houses. So, Kris and I spent some time that evening going over basic brothel etiquette. "Here's how it'll go down," Kris told me. "We'll walk in, and you'll be offered your choice of the girls. Since it's gonna be your birthday treat from me, I'll let you choose first." "Then, the girl you've chosen will lead you through a door, back into the cribs. I know there's a urinal hanging there in the hall, and ..." "Wait a second!" I interrupted Kris. "Do you have ESP or something? How do you know there's a urinal hanging there in the hall?" "Oh," responded Kris, "I've been to Janie's Ranch before." "Really," I said. "And when was that?" "Well, if you want the whole story, let's stoke the fire, get a cigar, and get comfortable." We took care of those chores, and Kris then said: "You know my buddy Pat. Do you remember his dad, Milton?" "Sure do. He was killed last year in that trucking accident." "Yep," Kris said. "What a hell of a deal that was. He was a good provider to his family, and a good father to Pat and the other boys. Raised them right, he did. He sorta stepped in as a father figure for me, too ... once our own dad split when you were 4 and I was 6. Helped me out a lot. Milton was a horny old goat though." "Oh really? I never knew that." "Yep," continued Kris. "Over the years, he tried most of the cat-houses in Nevada, when he'd be passing through in his big rig. He said Janie's Ranch was one of his favorites. A casual place where a man can pay a few bucks, get serviced, and not have to deal with a bunch of fancy crap that a guy doesn't need." "Anyway," my brother continued, "do you recall that I am 3 weeks older than Pat? Well, a couple years ago, just after Pat's 21st birthday, Milton took Pat and me to Janie's. And that's how I know there is a urinal in the hall!" "As I was saying, I'd advise you to step up and use that pisser, and drain your snake. Your lady will probably watch you piss, and then check your cock out. She'll be looking for any open sores, or any other obvious problems. If you don't have a boner already, having her handling your pecker will probably get you rock hard." "I suspect so!" "Not to worry though," said Kris. "She's used to handling a guy's tool, and if it's not already stiff, she'll get it hard for you. Remember, her job is to get you hard, and then get your rocks off, either with her snatch, her mouth, her hand ... however you want it." "Can I have it all?" I asked. "If you can pay for it! Just tell her you want a straight lay. I'll make sure you have plenty of money in your pocket to pay for it. Since you're there to pop your cherry, you don't need any frills. You'll be plenty amped up just knowing you'll soon be getting into the babe's cunt. Anyway, she'll tell you the price, and you'll pay her. She'll leave the room to go settle things with the madam, and while she's gone you're to strip." "Naked?" I asked. "Yep, buck naked," said Kris. "When she comes back, she'll remove her gown. And then, bro, she'll make a man out of you. So that's about all you need to know. Don't worry Kurt, you'll do fine." Still a bit nervous I asked "Will my dick pass muster, Kris?" "Well, little brother, I didn't see any problems with it when I jacked you off last night. And let me tell you, I'll never crack wise about your 'tiny little pecker' again. Matter of fact, I now know you're pretty damned well-hung!!" "You've seen my cock a zillion times before, Kris." "Yeah, but never hard. I was amazed by the difference between your soft, flaccid dick and the size of that monster you're packing when you've got a woody going! My own cock, as you well know, Kurt, is about 6" soft, and about 6 1/2" when I've got a hard-on." "Don't I know it. I love your cock, Kris." "Fuck, Kurt, You've got nothing to hide. So what if your pecker is 2 1/2" soft? It becomes a fucking monster when you pop a hard-on. It's a good 6 or more inches long, and way thicker than mine. When I jacked you last night, I could barely get my hand around that big male unit." "I wonder if maybe the milk-man got into Mom's pants about 9 months before I was born?" I asked Kris. "Your cock is so different than mine. You'd think that the all-male parts of two guys who were supposedly shot from the same sperm-gun would be damn near identical." "I don't know, Kurt. In the locker room it seems like every guy's prick is different, and you know some of those guys are brothers just like us. All sorts of shapes, sizes, and even how differently the fuckers dangle ... some just hang down like mine, some just look small and shy like yours, hiding in the guy's pubic hair, and some of those ugly fuckers kind of jut out from the guy's groin, sort of like they're pointing at something. Hell, you've seen the differences. I just never thought much about what a guy's prick, other than my own, would be like when he's hard." "Didn't you have any jack-off buddies whose cocks went from small to major fucking meat?" "Nah," Kris said. "Pat and I used to sneak behind the garage and beat off together, but his prick's a lot like mine. 6" soft, 6 1/2" hard, and about the same girth all the time. Other than his I've never been around any stiff dicks." "Until last night, Kurt, I didn't know that a seemingly small cock would grow into such a major horn-dog when it got stiff and excited. If you want the truth, bro, when I knew you were playing with my cock a couple of years back, when you thought I was asleep, I thought it was because your own pecker was little, and you wanted to see what a guy's big tool felt like. After last night, I certainly know different." "I wonder about dad's cock. Maybe it is just like yours, and the milkman really did knock mom up 9 months prior to my birthday . . ." "Anything's possible, Kurt. Since you brought it up, one of my vivid memories about dad does have to do with our cocks. I remember a family outing to a ball game when I was 5. Before we found our seats, mom took you with her to use the bathroom. However, dad told her: 'Wanda, I'll take Kris with me. He's old enough to learn how to act in the Men's Room.' Boy, was I proud!!" "Anyway, he took me into the Men's Room, which had one of those piss walls. You know, where you stand there and pee against the wall, and there's a little trough in the floor where all the guy's piss flows away to a drain. Anyway, dad showed me how to step up, unzip my pants, and fish my little weenie out through the fly in my underpants. And then, with my little dick pointed at the wall, I was to take my whiz. He did the same thing, and we stood there side by side." "When we finished our piss, he showed me that a guy just stood there, shook all the drips off the end of his peter, and then tucked everything back in and zipped up .... and only after you had your zipper back up did you step away from the pisser." "Besides telling me, he was showing me. The 2 things I'll always remember about dad's penis: he was a grown man, and however large it was, it looked massive to me; and his pecker was uncircumcised. I asked him how come his peter looked different than mine, and he forked back his foreskin, and I saw he had a big ugly cock-head, that looked about like mine, except of course bigger. I asked him when I'd grow skin over the head of my peter like he had. He got quite a laugh about that, and he said 'Don't worry Kris. Your peter is normal. I'll explain the skin difference to you when you get a little older.' " "Why'd we get cut when he wasn't?" I asked Kris. "Just the way things were at that point in time, Kurt. I'm glad as hell that I was circumcised as a baby though. I remember all through school, about 98% of the dicks I saw had their heads exposed like mine was. I sure wouldn't have wanted to be the odd man out, would you?" "Nope," I told Kris. "Now that we're grown men though, having the 'skin might be kinda fun. It's what a guy's used to I guess. You're right though: all the cocks I saw growing up looked like mine in the fact that the cock-head was exposed." I then said, "All this talk about cocks is giving me a boner, man. When are we heading for Janie's Ranch?" Kris looked at his watch and said "Well, Kurt, our campfire's burned down nicely, so it shouldn't be a problem, and it's almost 11:00 on Saturday night. If you're sure you're ready for this, let's head on up there." "I can't fucking wait, Kris!" We then each took a final draw on our cigars, threw the butts into the fire, and took a chug from the whiskey bottle. It took maybe 20 minutes to drive to Janie's from our camp. It was a fairly quiet trip ... my brother and I were each lost in our own horny male thoughts. The flashing red beacon was visible the whole way, through the clear desert night air. Every time it flashed, I felt a throb of anticipation in my groin. When we pulled into Janie's a big rig was just leaving. A couple more were off to one side. A car and a couple pick-ups were parked in the dirt lot out in front. Kris pulled up and parked. We sat a moment, and he asked "Are you sure you want to go through with this, bro? Once we get out of this truck, there's no turning back." "I'm ready, Kris. And the answer is not just yes, but HELL YES, I want to do this!" "Okay, little brother. Here we go! This is something you're gonna remember for the rest of your life!" As Kris told me that, we got out of his truck, and headed for the door of the brothel called Janie's Ranch. more soon . . . My Brother & The Threesome I was 19, in community college, and on the cheerleading team of the college while still living at home. One afternoon I came home to find my brother showing his friend a picture of me naked that he had taken while engaged in being a peeping tom. They were in my room and he was holding the picture while they were going through my panty and bra drawer. He tried to hide it but I was close enough to see that it was me in the picture. The bastard had had it developed in a regular store too, because it wasn't a Polaroid. In the picture I had just gotten undressed and ready for bed, and I was bent over a table looking at something, some homework I think. I remembered the day because I'd heard a noise, and turned but I didn't see him so I went on doing my thing. He'd taken it from behind. Even though you can't see anything between my legs because of the bad lighting, it was still embarrassing. I was pretty pissed because he and his friend were going through my stuff and I yelled at them, but they just laughed and kept grabbing panties and acting immature. My brother said, "come on Lis, you know you like it when boys look at you". Of course I did, but I wasn't going to admit it to him, so I played innocent. Well, time heals all wounds, and after a few minutes of teasing me, I was more flirtatious than angry. Also, the boy that was there was really cute and I'd noticed him before. I didn't really mind him seeing me naked in the picture, so when my brother said "come on Lis, you know Jaimie here wants to fuck you... as a matter of fact, all my friends do" I didn't react. When he saw that I didn't say anything, he was like a shark. He kept pushing, and pushing, and finally said, "Hey Lis, why don't you show him your pussy? Like, for real?" I was just standing there with my mouth open. I was shocked, but really turned on. First of all it was my own brother talking about my pussy; then it was the opportunity to get naked in front of my brother and his friend. I was so horny by this time that I would have done anything they asked, but I didn't want to be branded a TOTAL slut, so I played a little hard to get. My brother walked behind me seductively and was whispering in my ear, "Show him your pussy Lis, come on, show it to him", while his hands were on my hips. When he started to lift up my skirt, I only mildly squirmed and objected. I said something like, "What about if dad comes home?" He kicked the door closed behind him and said "Problem solved". Anyway, I was in my cheerleader outfit and the skirt was short already, so he lifted it slowly over my hips. My white panties were in plain view now. He pressed himself into my back to hold my skirt up with his body, and I could feel his hard cock pressed into my ass. He then lifted his hands to my breasts and lifted my sweater up dragging my bra along with it. My legs were held together tightly, but I sighed heavily when my breasts were exposed. My brother cupped my tits and pinched my nipples to bring them out and make them hard. My perk tits held my sweater up without problems, so he went back to my panties. While kneeling down behind me and kissing my back and my butt he pulled them down slowly. I admit, I got a little scared at this point because I was completely naked. My brother was kissing my butt cheeks and then Jaimie came over. Jaimie was younger than my brother, so my brother led him by the nose. I immediately leaned forward and started making out with Jaimie. I still hadn't considered getting fucked. The thought should have crossed my mind, but it really didn't. I was still at a point where sex was just a great experiment, not necessarily a great experience. Soon, now my brother was in my ear again, like the little devil on my right shoulder and he said, "Lisa, Jaimie's never had his dick sucked or anything... would you do it? You know what a blowjob is, don't you Lis? Come on, I know you do! I wanna watch you suck Jaimie's dick." Anyway, Jaimie was quick to drop his shorts and whip his dick out and he was pointing it up at my face. My brother was slowly pushing me forward until Jaimie took over and placed his hand on the back of my head. He pulled my head toward his cock until his cock and when I reached it I just opened my mouth and started to lick it. I flicked my tongue at the tip of it licking the little hole there. I then started to lick from the bottom of his shaft, ending each lick at the tip and letting him enter my mouth, then starting the process again, each time letting him go deeper into my willing mouth. I was still standing at this point and bending at the waist, because that's how my brother kept me, but I was getting weak at the knees so I lowered myself into a kneeling position, but keeping my knees off the ground. I wanted no such proof as carpet burns on my knees. It was a great shock when I felt my brother bury his face in my pussy from below me. He had laid on his back and lifted his face upward until his lips and tongue were touching my hanging pussy lips. I could feel him forcing his tongue into my pussy hole like a dildo, then pulling it back out occasionally and flicking my clit with his tongue. They both kept saying, "This is so cool" or, "This is fucking awesome!" I realized I was totally having a threesome. I also knew that if dad happened to come home right now and heard us, my brother and I would be disowned for this, but I knew I'd pay the biggest price just because I was a girl. How unfair! A few minutes later my brother tried to fuck me. That's where I drew the line though. He tried and begged but no go. Anyway, his friend asked if he could and I played hard to get, but I agreed to let him fuck me anyway. My brother was pretty mad that I didn't let him, so he acted like a jilted lover. He told Jaimie, "Fuck her from behind like the bitch she's acting like. Maybe then she'll then feel sorry for me and suck my dick too." I told him he was acting like an asshole, but I shut back up because I had to reach back and guide Jaimie's dick into my pussy. We had moved to the bed and it made me even more afraid because I knew it was very creaky. Jaimie had also gotten completely naked and my brother pulled my sweater off letting my breasts bounce freely below me. He got on all fours too in front of me and started to kiss my mouth. His tongue was probing and rolling around my tongue. Jaimie's hands were on my hips, just below my ribs and he was holding my body while trying his best to keep his cock from "popping out" of my pussy. I was very wet and this made it easier to slide in and out of me but it also made it harder to stay inside. The sight of my brother's naked body before me made me hornier than ever. I knew I'd never in his life let him fuck me, but for some reason or another I didn't consider oral sex as a breach of trust. When he stood up on his knees to adjust himself his cock dangles right before my face, so instinctively I reached out with my hand and took hold of it. I took it into my mouth all the way to the base of his shaft, and I felt him shudder as he reached down and pushed the pack of my head onto it further. He said, "Oh sis, I didn't think you'd do it. " I just stayed on task. My brother didn't last long at all. No more than one minute later he started to squirm and buck and said, "Lis, I'm coming." He didn't make any attempt to pull out, and I'd never had someone come in my mouth before, so I definitely didn't know what to expect. When he did come, I felt his cum hit the top back of my mouth several times and start to stream down my throat. It felt and tasted no different than all the times I eat yoghurt, only a little thinner and sweeter. I know now it tastes a little salty, but I think since we ate lots of sweets at that time and stayed away from onions, garlic and spicy foods in general, maybe it had an effect on it. Jaimie wanted to see my mouth full of cum, so he asked if he could come in my mouth too. We all laughed because he came across so needy that I couldn't help but say yes. I rinsed with some of my brother's soda from the nightstand, and repeated the process, but Jaimie was more a gentleman and so when he said he was coming I just opened my mouth and he shot his cum into it from a couple of inches away. He shoots, he scores! Anyway, I wanted us to get dressed right away because I was still afraid dad would be home soon and catch us, so I went and showered while the guys went back to doing their thing… going through my panty drawer.