3 comments/ 41656 views/ 13 favorites Colleen, Nathan, Julie & Josh By: SlamDuncan "Hello, Joshua," I said, when I opened the front door. "Juliette? Is that you?" He stood there, with a confused expression on his face, as he looked me up and down. The last time I saw my brother was at the Christian compound, where we had lived all our lives. I had worn a floor length, shapeless dress, my hair was in a single braid that hung down to my butt, and I wore thick glasses and no makeup. The women in our compound bound their breasts, so they appeared to be flat chested. I was wearing blue jeans, an oversized sweatshirt, and my feet were bare, the toenails sporting a pink pearl polish. My light blonde hair was no longer in a braid, but was combed out, parted in the middle, and hung down to my hips. I had traded the glasses for contact lenses, and I wore a light shade of lip-gloss. Even though my sweatshirt was baggy, it was obvious that I had ample breasts underneath it. Hugging was not the custom in our community, but I threw my arms around him and pressed my body against his. I know he could feel my boobs pressing against his chest. His arms remained limply at his side. "I've missed you so much, Josh." He was not just my brother, he was also my best friend. At nineteen, he is a year older than I am. "Papa would punish you for wearing pants," he said sternly. "Papa is gone, Josh, he can't hurt us anymore." It was a rigid rule of our faith that men wore pants, women wore dresses. Our parents had been killed in a traffic accident a couple months ago, and I had come to live with my cousin, Colleen Quinn, and her husband, Nathan. I have gone through a complete metamorphosis since arriving here. (You can read all about the changes I've gone through, and my sexual awakening, in Slam Duncan's story "Colleen, Nathan, and Julie.") They were gone on a concert tour for two weeks, so Josh and I had the house to ourselves. We had both been home-schooled, and I was attending a public high school for my senior year. Josh wanted to enroll in the local community college, but they required that he spend at least a semester at the public school so that they could assess his ability, and he could take the placement tests. Josh stood 6'4", with broad shoulders and narrow hips. He had blond hair, that had been further bleached by the sun, deep blue eyes, and a finely sculpted face, with a deep cleft in his chin. He was wearing a pair of work pants, pulled up high at the waist and rolled up at the cuffs. He wore a man's striped dress shirt, buttoned up to the neck, and a pair of worn-out work boots. A gimme cap from a local feed store was perched on his head, with unruly tufts of hair sticking out in all directions. Josh was not only my big brother, he was my protector, a role he took seriously. Often times it was our father, David Quinn, who was the pastor in our church, that he protected me from. One day, I was milking the cow, and I forget to latch the door when I was finished, and she got out of the barn and trampled our neighbor's garden. My father was furious, and was about to punish me, when Josh said that it was him that did it, and he took the punishment for me. When my father "punished" me, he leaned me over his lap, pulled down my pants and spanked my bare bottom until I couldn't sit on it. Every time he did this, something hard on his lap poked me in the stomach, but until much later, I didn't know what it was. Fucking pervert! When he punished Josh, he used a switch on his bottom and his legs. That time I could see blood on his pants. When it came to our education, in general studies, our skills were top-notch. We were sorely lacking in certain areas of biology, like in human anatomy and reproduction. I didn't know what menstruation was all about, and neither one of us knew how babies were born. That kind of information, or anything to do with sex was passed from father to son, on the eve of his wedding, and he, in turn, instructed his new bride. I can't believe how totally ignorant I was about sex when I got here, and I was bound and determined to teach Josh everything I had learned. Actually, it got me kind of horny even thinking about it. Bad Julie. Just then I heard a "Yip" from behind him. "Sally!" I cried, and this wiggling mass of black and white fur leapt up at me. "Oh, Josh, you brought her." Sally is our ten-year-old border collie. I bent down to hug her and she covered my face with kisses. We've had her since she was a tiny puppy. Some asshole dumped a litter of pups alongside our road. They were, at best, two weeks old, and she was the only one still alive. She was so small she could fit in the palm of our hand, and she barely had her eyes open. We fed her with a baby bottle, and took turns getting up every two hours at night, until she was old enough to drink milk out of a bowl. When she finally did open her eyes, she had one blue one and one brown. Our Papa didn't want to let us have her, but she soon earned her keep. She would round up and herd everything. Sally brought the cows into the barn, and even gathered the chickens to put in the henhouse at night. I was so glad to see her, there were tears running down my face. Josh was always so good with animals. He'd bring a wounded bird home, and nurse its broken wing until it could fly again. He wants to be a veterinarian. The first thing I decided to do was take him shopping for some new clothes. I had learned first-hand how mean some kids at school could be, and I didn't want him to go there looking like a total hick. We went to the mall, and hit The Gap, Old Navy, and Abercrombie and Fitch. Then we went to Super Cuts and got him a decent haircut. He walked out of there in a pair of stonewashed Levi's, some Adidas sneakers, and a new T-shirt with a logo on the front. God, he has a great set of buns. While we sat in the food court scarfing down a burger and some fries, my friends Carrie and Debbie, walked up to us. I introduced them to Josh. Debbie threw her chest out and struck a pose. Carrie licked her lips. When he wasn't looking, Debbie mouthed the word "Yum!" and Carrie mouthed "What a hunk!" Uh-oh, I thought, maybe it's time for me to be his protector; these female vultures would eat him alive. We were on our way out of the mall, and all of a sudden Josh wasn't beside me anymore. I didn't see him anywhere. How do you lose somebody who is 6'4"? I backtracked the way we came, and I found him. He was staring in the window of Victoria's Secret, transfixed. There was a bulge in the front of his new Levi's. A big bulge. I grabbed him by the arm and led him away. He seemed totally unaware that he had a monster hard-on; at least he made no effort to cover it up. Back at home, I was bustling around the kitchen, fixing supper for us. It was a warm evening, and I had changed into a pair of shorts and a tank top, that showed a moderate amount of cleavage. Josh looked totally perplexed. He looked at me, then kept trying to avert his eyes, but his gaze came back to me again and again. He looked at my legs, which are shapely and toned, and the swell of my breasts that rose above my top. "What are you thinking about?" I asked. "I'm thinking about that store I saw at the mall." "Victoria's Secret?" "The one with all the women's things in it. Who wears clothing like that?" "Lots of women do. I do, Colleen does. I'm wearing a bra and panties I got there right now?" I leaned forward just a bit, and let him see my lacy bra. "I guess I'm completely confused. This place is totally different than back at home. The girls certainly don't practice modesty here." "Does my outfit offend you?" "I feel like it should offend me, but at the same time it doesn't. I am ashamed of myself for being a sinner and looking at you, but at the same time I find it exciting." "Looking at a woman isn't a sin, Josh, it's perfectly natural to be attracted to a person of a different sex. I can see that it arouses you, both at the store, and now, looking at me." "What do you mean by arouse?" "Your penis gets hard. I can see it in your pants." It suddenly occurred to me that he didn't get the connection between sexual arousal and an erection. He didn't even know what sexual arousal was. "What is a penis?" "Your, um," I had to search for a word he would understand. It's hard to remember that a couple months ago, I didn't know what a vagina was. "Your private part. The part you pee out of." "Pee?" "Uh, the part you make water out of." "Yes, sometimes my priv-, uh, my penis gets big and sticks up. I don't know what makes it happen, but I don't do it on purpose. And I don't know how to make it go away." "Well, most guys jerk-off, or, uh, they masturbate." "What is that?" "Well, you put your hand around it, and you rub it until you come." "Come where?" "Until you ejaculate." "I don't understand ejaculate. Papa and the Elders said we were never to touch ourselves. Some boys, like me, had their hands tied to the bedrails at night so we couldn't touch it." "It's the most natural thing in the world. All boys do it." "Then why were we forbidden?" "Because certain fundamentalist sects want to be control freaks. Look at poor Mama; he married her when she was thirteen, and she had you when she was fourteen. She was never allowed to have a life of her own, never allowed to think for herself." "Hmm, I guess we were never allowed to think for ourselves either, were we?" "I can't tell you how liberated I feel since I've been out of that place, how much I've learned." "Can you teach me what you've learned, Julie?" "Do you trust me? Can you trust me not to ever hurt you?" Now that I think about it, Josh is about the gentlest, most loving soul I have ever known. "Love" was a word we never heard growing up. I didn't realize until just now, how much I love my brother. He nodded his head, "I trust you." "Come upstairs with me, and I'll show you how to masturbate." I suppose I could have given him instructions, and tossed him a Playboy magazine or a porn video and let him figure it out, but I wanted to be a part of his first experience. And I won't deny that the thought of it aroused me, too. I had him lie back on the bed, and as I knelt beside him, my tank top pulled away from my body, and I could see his eyes looking down the front. I wore one of my prettiest bras, white lace with small red ribbon straps, and a red bow between the cups. He was breathing heavily, and I could tell by the tent in his jeans that he was highly aroused. I unfastened the metal button, pulled the zipper down, and tugged his pants off his hips. He's a tall guy, and I figured he'd have a pretty big cock. I wasn't disappointed. His eyes reflected both fear and lust. "Are you okay?" I asked. "I-I'm a little scared, and very excited too. Nobody has ever seen my priv--I mean my penis before." "Don't worry, you have a beautiful big cock, and a magnificent pair of balls to go with it." I took my fingers and gently traced up and down his rigid shaft, around the rim of its head, and cupped his balls with my hand. The veins around the base were huge and I could see his pulse beating. I wrapped my hand around his erection, and it was so wide, my fingers wouldn't meet my thumb. Slowly, gently, I stroked him, watching the skin slide with the movement of my hand. "Oh, God, Julie, that feels soo good." "Hang on, bro, it's going to get better." Reluctantly, I took my hand off his cock, and replaced it with his own. The purpose of this was to teach him how to jerk-off, not to do it for him, as much as I wanted to. As he stroked himself, his hips involuntarily began to rise to meet his hand. It is really hot to watch a guy masturbate! I could tell he was getting close to coming. His balls drew up into that tight little sac, he started to moan. "Oh...oh...oh my." His toes actually curled. "OH GOD!" he shouted as his cock erupted, sending wave after wave of his jism straight up into the air. "Good lord, that was incredible. I never felt anything that good before." "You just had your first orgasm." "Wh-what's that stuff that came out of me?" He scooped some of it up and examined it carefully. "That's called semen. It's the fluid that carries your sperm." "Sperm?" It was time for a talk about the birds and the bees. I found the little booklet that Colleen had gotten for me, the elementary version with line drawings that show an outline of a penis and testicles, a woman's internal organs, and explains sperm and eggs, and how the egg is fertilized. Then we logged on to YouTube and found a video of swimming sperm. Josh was fascinated. "They look like little tadpoles. Imagine all those tiny things living in me." Then he looked concerned, "If I keep jerking off, will I use them all up?" "Don't worry, your body makes millions of new ones every day. You'll never run out of them. While we're at it, there's another thing I want to show you about masturbating." His cock was flaccid. I took it in my hand and felt its spongy softness, and then it started to grow. Longer and longer. Harder and harder. I love to watch and feel a penis get hard. My panties were soaked. When he was good and hard, I took out my bottle of Astro-Glide and squirted a bunch of it on the swollen head of his cock. Making my hand into a fist, I slid it up and down his crown, then swirled it around and around. Josh made little moaning noises deep in his throat. I used my thumb and ran it over that sensitive little upside-down V just under the base of his glans. "Oh God, Julie, that feels so good." I should have let him take over and use his own hand, but I didn't want to. It's amazing what kind of power a girl can have over a two hundred pound man-boy when you're stroking his cock. I laced my fingers together and used two hands, stroking, and rolling it between my palms. His cock began to twitch and pulse under my hands, and I could feel his ejaculation coming up through his shaft. "AHHH...AHHH...AHHH," he cried as another wave of semen poured out of that little slit and ran down my hands. "Oh lordy lord, that was even better than last time." His breathing slowed, his eyes closed, and he drifted off to sleep with a very contented smile on his face. I ran my fingers through his hair, then bent down and kissed his forehead. I know he slept well. Back in my own room, I took off my clothes and climbed into bed. I sleep in the nude; the satin sheets feel wonderful on my body. I was totally in heat, my mind filled with the image of his hard cock. I wanted so much to rip off my panties and plunge down on him, but I'm going to take this slowly. I want him to savor every moment. I rubbed my tits through the soft satin. My nipples were so hard, I thought they would poke right thru the fabric. Reaching into my bedside table, I pulled out my favorite vibrator, my purple Rabbit. It didn't even need to be lubricated; I was so wet it slipped right in. It wasn't on for even thirty seconds when I had a deep vaginal orgasm, and when I turned on the little ears that fit over my swollen clit, I thought I'd go through the roof. When I was finished masturbating with my toy, I tiptoed down the hall to the bathroom. On the way back, I walked quietly into Josh's room and stood naked beside his bed. Part of me was hoping he'd wake up and see me, but he didn't. I tingled with excitement at the thought of standing nude before him. Sally was curled up on the floor by the foot of his bed, and she started thumping her tail on the floor. I patted my thigh to get her attention, and she followed me back to my room. When I slid under the covers, she jumped up on the bed beside me, and covered my face with puppy kisses. My brother and my dog. I am a happy camper. The next day was Josh's first day of school. I took him to the office and got him registered, then I gave him a tour of the building to show him where his classrooms were. As I suspected, there were girls hovering all around him, preening and flirting and flaunting their boobs. His first class was PE, and they were playing baseball. Josh played a lot back home in our church league, and he was pretty good at it. The coach looked him over and asked what position he played. He said he was a pitcher. "Okay, let's see what you got," he said, handing him a ball, and herding him toward the mound. Josh wound up and let one fly. It went dead center over the strike zone and when it landed in his mitt, it knocked the catcher right over backwards. "Holy shit!" the coach said, "Do that again." So he did. They clocked his fastball at 102 miles per hour. He used to spend hours throwing a baseball at a target he painted on the barn, and in addition to his blistering fastball, he had a wicked curveball, a slider, and a knuckleball that went crazy and no batter could hit. He was good with a bat, too, and hit five in a row over the fence. Needless to say, on his first day of school, he made the baseball team. The coach was beside himself. At our lunch table, there was Josh and me, and about a dozen girls who hovered around him like flies on shit. He is shy, and really bashful, so he didn't say anything. Soon the crowd thinned down to just my friends Aliyah and Carrie, and he'd met them before. "So, Josh, what's new?" Carrie asked him. "Well, Julie taught me how to masturbate last night. It really felt good." Aliyah hid her laughter behind her hand. She was the one who taught me how to do it to myself. Carrie winked at me, and gave me a big thumbs up. She's been fucking her brother since she was fourteen. Later, I gave Josh a big talk about tact and proper decorum. He didn't have a clue that, in most circles, brother and sister sexual activity was taboo. After supper, while I was finishing washing the dishes, Josh asked, "What is making out? I heard a girl say she was making out with her boyfriend." "Making out is kissing, usually for a long time." "I've never kissed anyone before. I wouldn't even know how to do it." "Come here, and I'll show you." I put my hands on both sides of his face, pulled him down to me, and pressed my lips against his. He had no idea what to do. Kissing never happened where we grew up; mothers didn't even kiss their children, and we never saw our parents do it. I pulled away and traced his lips with my fingers, running a finger between them, and pinching them a little bit. "Relax, open your mouth a little bit." I gave him a series of quick kisses, and he began to loosen up. "Follow my lead, and do back to me what I do to you." I kissed him harder, with more ardor, and he returned it perfectly. I took his lower lip between mine and sucked on it, then the upper one. He looked surprised when I snicked my tongue between his lips and moved it around inside his mouth, then around his lips and back into his mouth again. When his tongue slipped into my mouth, I drew it in and sucked on it. Both of us started breathing heavily, and my intensity began to rise. This kind of pure passion was new to me, and my feelings toward him took on a dimension that I didn't quite understand. Reluctantly, I pulled away from him. If we'd kept going, I would have ripped his clothes off and raped him on the spot. We weren't ready for that yet. "Oh, Julie, I really like making out. Look, it gave me an erection." "Well, now you know what to do about it," I said with a wistful smile. He headed straight for the shower. He was in there for a really long time. It took all of my willpower to keep from taking off my clothes and getting in there with him. I lay back on my bed with a little bullet vibrator pressed to my clit, while I visualized us soaping each other up. Slippery lather up his legs, down the crack of his ass, around his balls, then sliding over his hard cock. His hands all over my breasts, caressing my nipples, then down between my legs, slipping and sliding over my clit. Colleen, Nathan, Julie & Josh As I probed my cunt with my own two fingers, I fantasized that they were his. Fantasy and reality merged, as a massive orgasm overwhelmed my body. I whispered his name when I came. I wondered what he was thinking about in the shower? We were out in the backyard. Josh was throwing a tennis ball for Sally, and I was watering Colleen's flowers with the garden hose. That silly dog will chase and fetch a ball all day, if you let her. She loves to swim, so he was tossing some of the balls in the pool for her to retrieve. She'd shake herself off and throw water in every direction. He backed up near me to throw the ball, and I just couldn't help myself. I pointed the hose at him, and let it go full blast, right in the middle of his back. He made a big "ROAR!" like a jungle beast, and turned and ran toward me. I squirted him right in the chest, soaking him to the skin. He kept right on running at me, picked me up off the ground and started tickling my ribs. I was laughing so hard, I couldn't see straight. We used to play like this when we were children. Wrestling the hose from me, he turned it on me and soaked my tee shirt. The shirt turned transparent and was plastered to my skin. Josh's eyes got big as he looked at me. I was wearing a lacy half-bra under my tee, and you could see all of my bra and the upper half of my boobs pouring over the top of it. We went back in the house and he pulled his wet shirt over his head. I had never seen him bare-chested before; God, was he built! Years working on the farm, digging postholes and bucking hay in the hot sun, had built up his body so he looked like a golden Adonis. The veins stuck out on his biceps, he had massive pecs and washboards abs. Yum! Without even thinking about it, I took off my wet shirt. My bra was wet, too. Nudity is not a big deal around here; Colleen and Nathan and I go skinny-dipping all the time. He stared at me, as my chest rose and fell, still breathing hard after our play in the yard. "Julie, I would really like to see your bosoms." "You mean my breasts?" "Yes, your breasts." "Come over here and unhook my bra." His hands were shaking as I showed him where the front fasteners were between the cups. The bra fell away and my tits swung free of their restraints. "Oh...they're so beautiful." The pure adoration in his eyes really touched my heart, in a way it's never been touched before. "Go ahead, feel them." His calloused hands felt as smooth as a baby's bottom, as he caressed my breasts. He cupped them in his hands, lifting gently to feel the weight. Holding one in his hand, he stroked it all around, feeling all the curves and contours, then he switched to the other one. "They're so soft, yet so firm." As his hands skimmed my nipples, they stiffened and grew longer. "What's happening?" "It means I'm getting aroused. Your hands feel wonderful on me." "You mean like when my penis gets hard?" "It's very similar. Kiss them." He rained tender kisses all over my breasts. I fisted my hands in his hair. "Lick my nipples." He did, and a moan escaped from my throat. "Now take it in your mouth and suck on it." As he began to suckle, I slipped my hand under the elastic on his shorts, and started to stroke his hard cock. "Oh, that feels so good," he gasped. "It feels so much better when you do it to me, than when I use my own hand. Does sucking on your nipple feel good to you?" "Oh God, yes. Yes, yes." I felt the wave coming all over my body. My back arched, and I shuddered all over. "Josh, Josh," I shouted as I came. Hard. "Are you all right? What happened?" "I just had an orgasm." "You mean girls have orgasms, too?" "Oh yes they do." "By sucking on your nipples?" "That's one way, there are several other ways." "What kind of ways?" "Uh, I'll show you tomorrow night." Then I remembered I still had his cock in my hand, and I stroked it like mad until he came too. Just then Sally yipped to go out, so I went to the door, topless, and opened it for her. Josh didn't take his eyes off me. "I love how your breasts move when you walk." I cradled his head to my chest, and kissed the top of his head. I had his image in my mind all night long. In his first varsity game, Josh pitched a no-hitter and hit three home runs. His coach said he was inviting some major league scouts to watch him play. He was really excited. We had lunch that day with Carrie and Aliyah. They congratulated him on his game, then Carrie asked, "So what did you learn yesterday, Josh?" She gave me a big wink. I had told him it was okay to talk about what we did with them, because they were cool with it, but don't spill the beans to anyone else. "Well, I learned that girls have orgasms too, and I sucked on Julie's nipples and she had one. She looked really happy, and really beautiful when she came. I'd never seen breasts before." Carrie licked her lips, then put her hands under her big boobs and lifted them up. She wasn't wearing a bra, and she rubbed her nipples until they stuck out through her crop-top. "Anytime you get tired of hers, you can suck on these," she said with a leer. She really pissed me off. True, I was teaching Josh how to be a good lover, but all of a sudden, I didn't want her anywhere near him. I wanted him sucking my tits, not hers. Was I getting jealous? Hmm. After we ate dinner, Josh came up behind my chair and started rubbing my shoulders, digging his big thumbs into the muscles and kneading them. "I'll give you a week to stop that," I grinned. He bent down and nuzzled my neck, kissed me behind my ear, and then sucked the lobe into his mouth. I took his hands in mine and pulled them down the front of my tank top. I wasn't wearing a bra. He gently massaged my breasts, then zeroed in on my nipples. My pussy was soaking wet. "You were going to show me another way to give you an orgasm," he whispered in my ear. My eyes were so glazed over with lust that I could hardly see, as I took his hand and led him into the bedroom. I pulled off my top and let his eyes feast on my bare breasts. My long hair was over my shoulders and they were peeking out from behind the blonde silk curtain. He fondled them through the hair, which was an additional turn on for me. I turned my back on him, unbuttoned my shorts, and let them drop on the floor. He had never seen my rounded ass before, and I could feel his eyes boring into me, as the strap on my thong disappeared between the cheeks. When I turned to him, the wet lace on my panties was drawn up between my pussy lips. I pulled his tee shirt over his head, and pressed my tits again his chest. Flesh on flesh. His hands wrapped around me and found my ass cheeks, and he stroked and massaged them with abandon. His hard-on pressed against my tummy. "Take off my panties," I gasped, as I lay back on the bed. I lifted my hips up, and he hooked his thumbs under the elastic on my thong. He looked dumbfounded. "What happened to your private parts? There's nothing there but a crack." "A guy's hang out where everyone can see them. A girl's are hidden inside. It's kind of like a Christmas gift; you have to unwrap it to get your present," I said, laughing. "Show me how to unwrap it." I pulled my knees up and spread my legs open. I have a little love triangle of soft blonde pubic hair high up on my mound; everything else is shaved. "Start gently stroking my mons with your fingers, and use your thumbs on my outer lips." I directed his hands to the right place. "Oh, oh, they're getting bigger. And they're turning kind of red." "I'm getting aroused. Your hands feel wonderful." "Now something pink is coming out of your crack. What is that?" "That's my clitoris, and part of my inner lips. The lips are called labia. Take your thumbs and spread my outer lips apart." "Oh my, it looks like the petals on a rose." "Take the petals between your thumbs and fingers and massage them gently." God, he had wonderful hands. I was soo hot! I spread my minora apart. "Do you see the opening between my lips? That's my vagina; slip your middle finger in there, and move it in and out. That's called finger-fucking." "It's so warm, and so slippery." "Smell your finger; that's the scent of a woman." "I like it. I've never smelled anything like that before." He put his finger in his mouth and sucked on it. "It tastes sweet, and kind of tangy." I took my fingers and started rubbing them over my hood. "This is how a girl masturbates. Now watch this." I slid the hood back; he stared, wide-eyed. "That's my clitoris--clit for short." "It looks like a tiny penis. May I touch it?" "Like this," I said, making little circles around it with my finger. He was a natural at lt. He played with my clit, dipping his fingers in my cunt to get more lubrication for it. I started to moan and my hips thrust up to keep time with his hand. "More, more. Don't stop, Josh, don't stop. Oh yes, yes, OOOH GOD." The orgasm ran through every nerve in my body, washed over me like a breaking wave, leaving me limp and breathless. "I love to watch your face when you come; you are so beautiful. I'm so happy I can do that for you." He hovered over me for a minute, then leaned his head down and kissed me. I ran my fingers through his hair, and clenched his face to my breasts. That was when I first knew I was falling in love with my brother. Josh's baseball coach called him into his office. The coach from the state university had read about him in the local paper, and came to see him play. They offered him a full four year scholarship, tuition, room and board, books, everything. They even had a school of veterinary science, which had been his dream forever. He was thrilled, and I was so proud of him. We had the usual lunch bunch at our table. I could tell Aliyah had a crush on him, but she never said anything. Carrie, on the other hand, was constantly leering at him and making suggestive comments. She is a total slut, but at least she admits it up front. In his own totally innocent manner, he told her everything he's learned about the female anatomy. "So, Josh, has she given you a blow job yet?" He had a totally puzzled expression on his face, and said nothing. "Well, I guess you haven't learned to eat pussy yet either. Come see me when you have," she winked at him. When we got home, he asked me what Carrie was talking about. "That's oral sex. You do things to each other with your mouth and tongue." "What kinds of things?" Now it was my turn to lick my lips and leer. "Come with me, big boy, and I'll show you." We held each other and kissed for the longest time, and then slowly undressed each other. "I sure like being naked with you," he said. We were both breathing really heavily. I laid on top of him, and we kissed some more. Lots of tongue action. I nipped his lower lip with my teeth. I kissed down his neck and across his chest, and when I sucked on his nipples, he made all kinds of pleasure noises. If he were a cat, I'd swear he was purring. I moved lower and lower. His curly blond pubic hair tickled my nose. I took his erection in my hand, and slowly kissed my way down to the base where it met his sac. Gently lifting his balls, I licked that little ridge on the underside of his scrotum than ran between them. After nibbling the soft skin between my lips, I took each ball in my mouth and caressed them with my tongue. I could see in his eyes that he was close to heaven. With the flat of my tongue, I licked my way up his shaft, then used the tip to flick that hot little place just below the head. I took his cock in my mouth, and worked it with my lips and tongue. I bobbed my head up and down, stroking him at the same time. "Oh God, Julie, I'm going to come." When I felt his cock pulse, I sucked as hard as I could. "I'm coming, Julie. Oh God, oh God, OOH." His hot jizz hit the back of my throat and I swallowed it all. He pulled my face up to his and kissed me deeply. His tongue probed all around the inside of my mouth, and he sucked on mine that was covered with his semen. "Now it's your turn to taste me." We kissed some more. His lips are so soft, so gentle, yet they can turn my whole body on fire. He was softly massaging my breasts while our tongues tangled. His mouth found a nipple, and he drew it into his mouth and suckled. Meanwhile, he cupped my pussy with his hand, stoking my mound and my outer lips. His mouth moved lower, and lower. I drew up my knees to give him access. He kissed my lips and ran his tongue along the outside of them, in that crease between my lips and thighs. That drives me crazy. His tongue ran up and down my slit, tickling, teasing. I didn't have to tell him what to do at all; he did everything with his mouth that he had done with his fingers. And more. He spread my lips apart, and kissed, and licked, and sucked, then plunged his tongue as far as it would go into my cunt. He only brushed my clit with his mouth, and I exploded, flooding his mouth with my juice. "I love to taste you, Julie. I love everything about your body." He sucked my clit into his mouth, and ran his tongue around the throbbing glans. I writhed. I bucked my hips. My whole body shuddered, as the biggest orgasm of my life totally overwhelmed me. We lay side by side, spent. I pulled the top sheet over us. Sally wriggled up between us and licked both our faces, then took her place at the bottom of the bed, by our feet. Josh spooned me, and we fell asleep, his hand cupping my breast, my fingers laced with his. We spent our first night together, and we hadn't even made love. Yet. Carrie did he usual slutty routine at lunch. She asked Josh how his sex life was going, and instead of his usual candid answer, he just smiled and said nothing. Shut her the fuck up right now. We spent Saturday hanging out in the backyard. I was tossing a Frisbee for Sally, one of her favorite games. She would run like the wind underneath it, then leap high in the air, and catch it in her mouth. One time I tossed it out over the pool, and she went flying over the edge, grabbed it, and crashed into the water. She's such a funny dog! Josh pulled out his guitar and started to play it. He is an amazing finger-picker and had played with a bluegrass group back home. He also played the banjo and really made a fiddle smoke. He played a version of "Orange Blossom Special" that would knock your sox off. Assuming you were wearing any, of course. He couldn't read music, but if he heard something once, he could play it back, note for note. Colleen, who is a guitar virtuoso, had been teaching me how to play, so I borrowed one of her guitars and played a rhythm accompaniment behind him. We had a lot of foot stompin' good fun. It was a really hot afternoon, so we decided to go swimming. Josh had never been skinny-dipping before. When we stripped down, he had a giant erection. He looked at it sheepishly and shrugged his shoulders, "I can't help it; as soon as I look at you I get a hard-on." Whenever I look at him, my pussy gets wet, but he can't see that. We dove in the water, and Josh discovered he like skinny-dipping. A lot. I love the feel of the water rushing over my naked body; it makes me feel so free. And kind of sexy, too. I dove down underwater and snuck up on him and started tickling his ribs. He put his big hands around my waist and lifted me completely out of the water, then threw me backwards with a big splash. We laughed and chased and dunked and splashed each other, just like we were kids. In this crazy world we live in, it's really nice just to have some plain old fun. We heard a "yip" and a splash behind us, and Sally dog-paddled up to us with a soggy old chartreuse tennis ball in her mouth. After we'd played around awhile, I swam underwater up to him, and put his penis in my mouth. It got rock hard in an instant. When I couldn't hold my breath any longer, I popped up to the surface and threw my arms around his neck, and we started to kiss. We were standing in about waist deep water. I wrapped my legs around him and we kissed some more. Deeply. Passionately. I looked deep into his eyes and whispered, "I want to make love with you, Josh." We dried each other off with soft, fluffy towels, which was an erotic experience all by itself, and walked hand-in-hand to the bedroom. I put a smooth jazz CD on the stereo. The sunlight, through the sheer curtains, gave the room a soft, diffused lighting. We lay side-by-side, gently stroking each other. I felt his hand tremble a little. "Are you nervous?" "A little bit. I want this to be good for you." "You are good for me, Josh. You, just you." He covered my face with soft kisses, and when he found my mouth, he nibbled my lips and gave me little butterfly licks with his tongue. I used my nails, in a gentle swirling motion, across his back and his buttocks, and he let out a series of pleasure moans. With just his fingertips, he traced the contours of my breasts, down my stomach, and over my mons, then back up again. Light, gentle, teasing touches all over my body, across both my inner thighs, and over my slowly swelling pussy lips. He followed his fingers with his lips and tongue. All over my body. I quivered all over, every nerve was electric and tingling. I fisted my hands in his hair when his mouth found my nipples. When I came the first time, my orgasm was as much emotional as it was physical. It wasn't hard or explosive, not crashing surf, but more of a series of rocking waves that had no end, but just kept building and building. His mouth found my center, and his lips and tongue were soft and delicious on my tender flesh. Like he was caressing the center of a rose, without bruising the petals. It was hot, yet with a sweet languor about it. The sensations in my body kept building and building, slowly, steadily, advancing me toward the peak. When the head of my clit slipped between his lips, it felt like the whole center of my being was drawn in with it. When I slipped over the top, the climax built and built, until I was totally overwhelmed. I didn't stop, but just kept coming. And coming. Warm, wet heat poured out of me. "Please, Josh, please, please, come inside me. Come inside me, I need to feel you inside me." He rose up over me, and with a shaking hand, I guided his cock between my lips and into my gash. Slowly, steadily, he slipped into me. "Oh God, Julie, this feels so beautiful." Beautiful was the perfect word, because that's just how it felt to me. When he bottomed out at the neck of my womb, he took my face in his hands and kissed me gently. There were tears in his eyes. "I love you, Julie." "I love you, too, Josh." There were tears in my eyes, and he kissed them away . We rose and fell slowly together. He filled my body and he filled my heart. When we both exploded, it felt like one giant orgasm, shared between us. I'd been fucked before, but this was the first time I had ever made love. ********** Colleen and Nathan came home from their concert tour late at night. It was a hot night, and Josh and I lay naked on the bed with no covers on top of us. They stood in the open doorway and looked at us; both of them had a big smile on their face. We came into the kitchen the next morning. "Hi, Josh," Colleen said, and remembering my former aversion to hugging, extended her had for him to shake. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her body into his. He'd come a long way in just a couple weeks. Then he gave Nathan a hug, and they did that backslapping thing that guys do with each other. Sally came bounding in, dropped her slobbery tennis ball at their feet, and sat there expectantly, her tail thumping the floor. Colleen cooked us all some great omelets, and we had a good time chatting with each other. I told them about Josh's musical talent and he blushed, with an "aw shucks" look on his face. Colleen, Nathan, Julie & Josh We all went into their studio and picked up some instruments. Colleen played a riff on her guitar, and Josh repeated it perfectly. They went off on a version of "Dueling Banjos" that was outrageous. Josh picked up Nathan's violin, and ripped off a version of "Foggy Mountain Breakdown" that I thought was going to set the fiddle on fire. We all spent the next couple of hours singing Beatles songs that we knew the word to, then Colleen said, "Let's go swimming." Josh had an apprehensive expression on his face when he looked at me. "Does she mean we all go skinny-dipping?" I didn't think he was particularly shy, but then he'd only done it with me. When she slipped out of her clothes, he couldn't take her eyes off of her. "She's really beautiful," I said, pulling my clothes off too. "Yes, but so are you." Actually, we could almost be twins; the Quinn women had been truly blessed. Colleen had these really pretty puffy nipples, and her pussy was completely shaved. We both had waist-length blonde hair, but mine was just a little bit longer. When Josh dropped his shorts, he was sporting a massive erection. Colleen raised her eyebrows, licked her lips, and feasted her eyes on his cock. He looked a little more comfortable when Nathan stripped, and he had a hard-on too. Guys are supposed to get turned on by visual images, but I sure do too. Both of them have really big cocks, and my pussy was getting wet looking at them. And they were hard looking at us. Colleen stepped in between them, and she took Josh's penis in her hand. He looked really shocked for a moment, and then she took Nathan's in her other hand and started stroking them both. "It's always been my fantasy to have a cock in each hand," she said with a big grin. They both got totally lost in the physical sensation of getting jerked off, while watching her boobs jiggle with the motion of her hands. I couldn't tell who moaned first, but one right after the other, they came and covered her tits with their spunk. A big glob hung off her nipple, and she caught it with a finger and sucked it into her mouth. She turned quickly and dove into the pool, and the rest of us followed. By the way the afternoon happened, I knew we were all going to have sex with each other that night. I hoped Josh was going to be okay with it. Colleen had shared Nathan with me and Aliyah and Raheemah, but until now, there hadn't ever been another guy for her. I knew she was excited about it, and one of Nathan's fantasies had been to watch another man fuck her. It was going to be Colleen's night, and everything we did was going to be for and about her. We were standing at the foot of the bed, and I drew her close to me and started kissing her. Her lips are so soft, and her tongue feels wonderful on mine. We knew that guys really dig watching two girls make it with each other, so besides enjoying ourselves, we were really turning them on. Josh was enraptured, and couldn't take his eyes off of us. Both their cocks were as hard as bars of steel. We started fondling each other's tits, and that really turned them on. I put my leg between hers, and we slowly started humping each other. My clit was on fire, and I could feel hers grinding into my thigh. I came really hard, and she followed right after me. The whole room smelled like ripe cunt. We finished our act by assuming the sixty-nine position, and eating each other out. It really surprised us to see Josh and Nathan holding each other's cocks, and jerking each other off while they watched us. She laid back on the bed. Nathan took one of her breasts, stroking and kissing, and I took the other one. I love to watch her puffy pink nipples harden and pooch out. Josh slipped his hands under her ass, and lifted her pussy up to his hungry mouth. We could hear kissing and slurping sounds coming from between her legs. "God, Josh, you're so good at that," Colleen moaned. "I had a wonderful teacher," he said, lifting his head and smiling at me. His face was gleaming with her juices. We could feel her climax coming, as she writhed and fisted the sheets. Her hips rose up and she mashed her cunt into Josh's face. "Oh, God! Sweet Jesus! OHH YESSS!" "Fuck me, Josh; fill me up with your cock, please, please." I took his cock in my hand and guided it into her. I felt I was gifting her with my own personal treasure. Nathan was entranced watching her with another man. We watched Josh's penis slide in and out of her, glistening with her wetness. He increased his tempo, fucking her faster and harder. She rose up to meet his every stroke. Her pussy lips curled and dipped into her vagina when he went into her, and popped back out when he came up. Nathan was so turned on, he was moaning himself. I was lying on my stomach, propped up on my elbows, so I could see everything that was going on. All of a sudden, he was straddling my legs, and he slipped his cock into my pussy from the backside. In that position, we could fuck and still watch Colleen and Josh. His hand reached under me, and he stroked my clit as he pumped into me. I was so turned on, I came in about thirty seconds. I love the feeling when his groin slaps into my ass. The room was filled with the sounds and smells of sex. Josh rose way up, his back arched, as he came, filling Colleen with his seed. Nathan was next, and I felt his hot semen exploding inside me. Back in our own room, Josh and I held each other tight. I took his cock in my hand, and felt it harden, then I climbed on top of him and lowered myself until he bottomed out inside me. He loves this position. My hair gently caresses him and he can fill his hands with my breasts, watching them hang when I lean forward. My swollen clit rubbed against his pubic bone, and I rocked gently, back and forth. I started to squeeze his cock with my vaginal muscles, and kept going, milking him, until he came inside me. The hot splash of his semen on my cervix triggered my own orgasm. I laid on top of him, and he stroked my back, and the rounded cheeks of my ass. His hands are so soft, and so gentle. "How did you like doing it with Colleen?" I asked, slightly apprehensive as to what his answer might be. "She's really beautiful, and it felt really good physically, but there was something missing; there was no emotion in it, no love. I kept wanting it to be you." That was exactly what I hoped he would say. My brother. My lover. My love.