2 comments/ 47846 views/ 21 favorites Jane Tells Her Story By: MichaelPeterson In this story, the ages of all concerned is over eighteen and all incidents sexual encounters referred to involve people aged eighteen and over. ***** Hello Well, this is my story. I suppose some of it will shock you if you are unaware of what can go on behind closed doors. A close friend once asked "When did you lose your virginity, Jane? How old were you?" I sighed with a smile and I told her all about it. I was actually just eighteen. And I was quite well developed. My breasts were quite large. In fact I had a great figure. There was this guy I was attracted to, well, very, very attracted to. I used to look at him and fantasize. When we spoke I wanted to say how I felt, tell him what I wanted to do and him to do. I noticed him looking at me, especially my breasts. One day I left a blouse button undone so that he could see through the gap to my bra. I'd secretly bought a low cut one which showed a lot of flesh. He didn't make a move on me. Then I got bold and when I got a chance I said "I want to show you my breasts" and he asked why so I said it was because I'd noticed him looking at me. He said "We can't - but leave it with me, Jane." and some days later he asked me to meet him at a house. I went at the time he'd said and he sat me down and asked me what I really wanted so I told him that I wanted to show him my body. Y'see I was confident of my body so I thought it would interest him to want to do more. He said that it was wrong and I said it was my body and I wanted to show him. Anyway, he took me upstairs and suggested I use the bathroom to undress if I really wanted to do this. I went and stripped to bra and panties and went into the bedroom he was waiting in. He was sitting on the bed. His eyes lit up when he saw me and before he could speak I undid my bra and took it off. I said "You can touch them if you want" and he did. It really excited me and I could tell it excited him too. So I dropped my panties and stood there naked and - bold as brass - I said "Will you fuck me?" He didn't speak, he just lay me on this double bed and then he dropped his trousers. He stepped out of them and got on the bed. I reached and touched and held the hard bulge in his pants and I said "Are we going to have sex now?" and he parted my legs and touched my pussy which was dripping with excitement 'cos I'd fantasized so much about it, then he pulls his panted down and revealed his hard-on to me. He said "Are you sure?" and I nodded. He had a condom in his hand so I guess he knew what I'd say. He quickly rolled it on and with that he was on top of me and I felt his cock probing and push at me. I tried to position myself to help him enter but it was my first time. Then he found the spot he was looking for and pushed hard. I felt the pain of my virginity going, though actually I was surprised it was still there considering the things I'd done to myself. He rammed away at me and groped my breasts but no kissing. I held him like I loved him and let him bang away at me. Then he was gasping and grunting and he pushed deep into me and practically stopped. He'd come, I didn't. Then he got off me and got dressed. He started urging me to get dressed too. I put my pants on and find my bra and I see a woman's dressing gown on the back of the door. In the bathroom I got dressed but now I noticed women's stuff there too. When I came out of the bathroom and find him again he's very edgy and obviously wants me to go. Of course, at that age I had no idea how men can sometimes be after they've had sex. I was hoping for cuddles and kisses. He said "Look Jane, this shouldn't have happened and it'll have to stay our secret or we could be in trouble, especially me." At this point I'm still obsessed with him so I said "Don't worry. It'll be our secret. We can keep secret how we feel about each other." You see, I even convinced myself that he preferred me to his wife or girlfriend because he'd 'made love' to me. Anyway, he got me to leave and next day I asked him when we can meet again. He played me along as though it would happen again and stressed that it must be kept secret. About two weeks later and I notice he's catching my eye more and smiling at me so I asked if we could meet again. He said we could but at a different place and asked me to meet him just outside town, a short bus ride for me while he went in his car. Anyway, it was one of those cheap hotel/motel places with room doors directly onto the car park. He took me to his room and we had sex again. Much better this time and he at least stripped off. We kissed too. Plus, he persuaded me to go down on him - my first time for that. I came that time and that convinced me that he loved me too. But it also started to get me really interested in sex. He was still a bit iffy with me after he came but not as bad. He still swore me to secrecy. Again, it's about two weeks before he would meet me again. Hotel again, a different one, and in bed he gets me to do new positions. He's much more relaxed and he comes in my mouth which took me by surprise but I actually enjoyed it. He was still a bit odd after but I spot that he's better each time. Anyway about a week later I'm in town on a Saturday and I see him from a distance and he's with a woman and -get this - she's beautiful, fabulous figure, sensational sized breasts. I'm stunned, almost devastated but I keep it to myself. Next time he gives me the eye we arrange to meet again. We got naked and I'm getting him really aroused. Before I let him fuck me I ask him about the woman. Suddenly he opens up to me. He tells me that he's going to place a lot of trust in me by explaining it all to me. He's married and happy but my coming on to him triggered a fantasy he'd had for years. He found me very fit and attractive - and sexy - and me offering it on a plate was too much to resist. That first time, his wife was away. He thought it wouldn't happen again but because he still saw me, the urge came again so he took me to the hotel and so it went on in a cycle. He told me that if I opened my mouth about us, it would all come crashing in on him so it was my choice. He never threatened me once and by now he was more caring with me, I'd noticed. Now, believe it or not, at only just eighteen I was actually very mature in certain ways. I knew what he said could happen was distinctly possible but I didn't want that for me or him. I assured him that it remained our secret. I'd never tell anyone. I knew that I'd want to move on one day but for now I still wanted a part of him. I did love him and I wasn't sorry for what we'd done. We then had the best sex so far. He was brilliant. I had my first cunnilingus orgasm. He came between my tits first, and then in me second time - yes, now he was able to do a second session. We kept it going as our secret. For appearances, I had boyfriends and had sex with them too while still having this fantasy relationship. But what I've deliberately not told you yet is that he was my school teacher!" I was in my final year at school. It all happened just after my eighteenth birthday. I knew I was ready for sex and I wanted him. He liked me a lot but he loved the idea of sex with a schoolgirl. I delivered his fantasy. I know what you'll be thinking now "What! Your teacher! Fuck sake! How old was he?" He was Thirty-ish then. I was eighteen. We managed to keep it a secret because neither of us confided in anyone. No weak links to give us away, never caught together and I managed to stay level headed beyond my years. During my early times with him I really got into sex though, perhaps because I had a mature partner who was good at it. I loved it. I still do. After he'd admitted the details of his fantasy to me I often kept my uniform on while we fucked. I even bought a blouse that was too small for me and wore it with no bra on so my tits were bursting out of it when we were alone. With that, a short skirt, long socks, hair in plaits, his hard-ons were amazing. And he certainly looked after me, I had incredible orgasms. It was not like sex with lads my own age, jizzing off after a few strokes. At a certain point I realised the reason I still met up him was actually the sex, not the notion of true love and I was fine with it. I still am - we still are. We meet to fuck about once a month to this day. He still has his schoolgirl fantasies but he loves sex with me in its own right too. I look after him and vice versa. He's still married and she's still beautiful - the cow! He likes me to talk about stuff too. Crikey, I still remember the fucking he gave me when I told him about my body painting experience, when I had a bikini painted onto my naked body and I walked around the beach resort hotel - but that's another story, for another day because I've still got a lot to tell you. So, can I share something else with you? It's quite a thing and I've kept this to myself too but I'd like to tell you. You may want to judge me when you hear but anyway, here goes. Let me tell you it all before you judge me. I have a brother, Ben, only a year younger than me. We've always been close, very close for brother and sister. Our bedrooms were at the top of our house, a three storey town house, and he often walked in on me. I never bothered. We'd seen each other grow up and go through puberty. He'd see me and I'd see him. He used to tease me about my boobs as they grew but I could tell he liked to look at them and I actually liked him seeing me. I eventually realised that my nipples always went hard when he was looking at me. He'd come in the bathroom to talk to me when I was bathing or having a shower. We were both fine about it. I'd walk in on him too. Our parents were oblivious to it 'cos our bathroom was at the top of the house too, where our bedrooms were whereas they had their room and bathroom on the floor below us. Sometimes we'd be in the bathroom together talking while I had a bath or whatever and he'd get a hard on and he used to show me. He never worried about what I saw and vice versa. One day, it was not long after he was eighteen, I walked in on him masturbating. He wasn't embarrassed, neither was I. He had a girlie mag open. I asked him why he needed it and he said it helped him come. I said "You shouldn't need help!" So he said "Well maybe you could add to it for me." I asked him what he meant and he said that maybe I could let him see my tits while he did it 'cos he often got hard from seeing my tits. I ummed and aahed a bit and then said "Okay!" 'cos I wanted to watch him really - dirty cow that I am. This was not long after I was throwing myself at the teacher so I was getting very excited about sex. Anyway, he started to wank as he watched me getting changed and he was going at it like a monkey. I stopped him and suggested he relax more. I told him to lie on my bed and take it gently. I lay beside him topless with my boobs near his face. Then, and I don't know why, I took his hand away and I wanked him. He turned his face to my boobs and he started sucking my nipple, just gently - and I let him. He loved it and soon jizzed on his belly. After that he'd come to me quite frequently for a wank. Once, after I'd wanked him off and he'd gone back to his room, I realised that I had some of his jizz on my hand and I tasted it. I thought to myself then what a horny cow I was becoming. Then, some time after this started, he came into my room late one night. I was in bed. By now I wasn't a virgin, remember. I'd had Sir or Sir had had me! Anyway he wanted a hand job and I didn't mind. As it was so late he got into bed with me. Actually, our parents were away, they'd left me to look after the two of us. We lay there talking and I held his hard cock. He started to tickle my tits and it developed into what I suppose you could call a play fight or wrestle really, all quiet and tame though. He's still hard. I tickled his balls. He squeezed my tits. Then he rolled onto me. My nightie had risen up. He pulled it off me so we were now both absolutely naked together. I could feel his hard on pressing into my belly. His legs were on top of mine. Then, we just suddenly froze. In the dim light we were looking into each others eyes. Neither of us spoke. There was some instinct in me which opened my legs and he dropped between my thighs. I could still feel his cock and it was still hard. Instinct again moved my hips. I knew I was offering myself to him. He moved slightly and I felt his cock probing around. We're still transfixed on each other's eyes. Stone faced, no words, no giggling now. His cock found my pussy and he was poised right where he could enter me. His eyes widened and with the slightest nod of his head and more widening of his eyes, it seemed like he was asking my permission. After several seconds I gave just the ever so slightest nod in response and he slowly pushed into me. His cock went fully into me. We were brother and sister and we were fucking! I didn't move in response but he soon did. He began to work away at me. He was so excited he came very quickly and then lay still beside me, his head on my bare breasts. He sucked on one for a little while and believe it or not, I gently masturbated while he did. I had an amazing orgasm and I could feel his jizz in me. He was a bit sheepish when we calmed down but then we talked about it and we both knew how important it was to keep quiet. I was becoming an expert at secrets. I was on the pill by then. Of course, once he'd come to terms with it all he asked me if we could do it again sometime and, you know, well, I let him - every so often. Sometimes he'd come into my room in the night, I'd lay on my side and push my bum out. He'd find my pussy from behind and slip his hard cock in, work himself off and then go. It was all physical. I let him use me to work himself off, to get his pleasures, to have his needs met. There was no emotion, just helping each other with gratification. Well, it was mainly me helping him but I enjoyed doing it for him. We never kissed, he hardly touched me in any other way. I let him touch and suck my tits sometimes. In the main, I'd wank him off or he jerked off in me while I lay still. I often masturbated afterwards 'cos I found it so horny. So that's my next secret. What d'you think?". I've not told you it all. I suppose I've brought it up because of something that happened a few months back. Bear in mind that this is a few years on from what I've just told you about. I've been working as a hotel receptionist for a while and I was doing well enough to leave home and get my own place. You see, he called round to my place like he does quite often now that I've got my own apartment. This time, while he was still there I had to get changed to go out. We're talking and so he followed me to the bedroom and I didn't think anything of it 'cos we're still close enough like that. I was taking clothes off to get changed and he just sits watching and we're still talking. I'm down to bra and panties and I'm changing my bra. I take it off without a second thought and he's looking at my breasts just like he always has. Ben said "Do you ever think about the things we did, our secrets?" It has been a few years since we had done anything. We only stopped because our own lives developed. He had girlfriends - a lot of them and I had boyfriends. I also had another thing in my life - stranger sex, but that too is another story. I said "Of course I think about it, I'm hardly likely to forget it. I loved it." He asked me if I had any regrets and I told him "No, none. I adored those times and I was happy to look after you that way. We had our fun and no-one got hurt." Then Ben said "Would you still be happy to look after me, you know, have fun with me like that - again?" I looked at him, no obvious reaction on my face and he looked quite sort of matter of fact and I heard myself say "If you ever needed me to, sure. Of course I would." He nodded and said "Well, I would like you to. I'd love it." No more words were spoken. I sat on the bed and, remember I'm topless at this point. I take my panties off, so I'm stark naked now in the same room as my brother. He whipped his clothes off and he'd got a solid hard on, bulging knob, bigger than I remembered it too. He stood by me, by the bed and I took hold of his cock. I rolled his skin back. His knob is big and shining with excitement. I nearly take it in my mouth but I don't. Then, for some reason I just lie back and open up for him. We'd rarely done it in that position. It was usually a less loving position from behind. There was no foreplay, he mounted me and penetrated in one quick move. I'm usually moist enough but the thing was, I was soaking. I was hot for it with him and I'd got like that really quickly. He filled me with his big hard on. He starts his strokes and I find I'm moving too, in response, which I never used to do with him. I used to just let him work himself off in me but this time we're fucking like a couple. I was rising to meet his thrusts. I was pushing him deep into me and loving it. He held my breasts and sucked one and I enjoyed it - but we still never kiss. His head was next to mine, we're not looking into each other's eyes. He kept on at a nice pace and, you know what, - I came. For the first time with him, I was fully aroused enough to come, just before he did. When he did, he really enjoyed it from how he sounded. He ejaculated into me, a really big ejaculation by the feel of it and then he lay motionless on top of me, still holding my breasts and keeping his dick well embedded inside me. I found myself holding him to me. I'd made some noise when I came so it was obvious that I had reached a climax. He knew I had. After some minutes we talked. He was still in me, still big but going soft. I asked if he was okay and he said he was fine. I asked why he needed me to look after him in that way and he said "I like it. I like it with you. It makes me closer to you. I realised as I watched you undressing that I'd missed it so I thought I'd see how you felt about it. It was good, it was very good in fact and it sounded good for you too." I nodded in reply. I had enjoyed it but in a different sort of way now. I realised that I have different compartments of sex. There's the boyfriend/love type, there's my stranger sex fetish where I really get my rocks off, there's my former teacher loyalty sex 'cos I still fuck him, there's my sex with my brother which I realised I like a lot too. And they're all separate. I don't know where any of it will lead. So anyway, he asked "Will it happen again? Can it happen again?" I nod and reply "I think it can and it probably will. It looks like it's something we both want, so while it's like that, it will." As we talked about it, he hardened up again, still inside me. I felt him getting his erection while he's inside my body - brilliant feeling, an erection arising inside a woman - and then he fucked me again. It lasted longer this time. He brought me off again too and he jetted some more stuff into me. We lay side by side for a few minutes, taking in the great sex we'd just had. Then we casually got dressed. In fact, I went out that night with my own brother's semen seeping out of me. And I loved it, the memory of what I'd been up to. So what do you think of me now?" So, moving on, one day I called my brother and asked him to drop by if he was available. He arrived about eight-ish. We had a drink and talked generalities and then I had sensed the time was right for the point of getting Ben around. I asked him if he would play along with my fantasy. It was a new one that had been on my mind. He readily agreed and followed instructions from me. I re-constructed one of our early intimate encounters. I got Ben to take most of his clothes off and I stripped to my panties. Ben gazed at my breasts as though he had never seen them before. He told me how amazing my breasts are which thrilled me. It does every time he says it. Jane Tells Her Story I asked him to lie on the bed and then I lay beside him but on my side, looking towards him with my tits close to his face. I slipped a hand under the elasticated waistband of his boxers and lay it on his stiffening cock. "I want to re-live one of our magic moments." I said. I eased his cock free of his remaining garment. Slowly I caressed it with effective masturbating motions. Ben sighed and, recalling the moment, started to lick and suck my tits. Now I sighed. I kept up the steady pace of hand action on my brother's stiff cock. No words were spoken and we soon both sensed Ben's climax was getting nearer. At this point, I departed from the original sequence of events and leant over my brother's body. I moved my lips to his shiny knob and took it and half of his shaft into her mouth. I moved my head expertly and Ben responded with slight thrusts of his cock into my mouth. His chest juddered, his cock thrust just a bit harder and I felt the first spurt of ejaculation hit the back of my mouth. The next one was more powerful, the third was about the same. Then they grew weaker as Ben groaned and groped my tits. He had never been sucked off by his sister and the sensations were amazing for him. My heart was pounding under my heavy breasts. The desire to perform fellatio on my brother had grown from the recent revival of our intimacy. I had almost done it that day when things were re-kindled and the idea had not gone away. I sucked his final spurts, swallowing everything. Already his cock was softening having lost its pent up strength due to his climax. I slowly withdrew it from my mouth, keeping my lips tight around the shaft and knob as I did so. Then I flopped back down beside him, very aroused and with my lust for my brother's jizz temporarily satisfied. We remained silent as we recovered. Still without speaking, Ben sat up and changed his position. Then he skilfully removed my panties. He looked at my practically hairless pussy. I'd started shaving and trimming my pubes by this time. Actually, Sir likes me to fully shave my pussy - for obvious reasons. Ben parted my thighs. My pussy lips were open, proud and wet. Ben could smell my sexual excitement and it spurred him on. Now he returned the favour. He confided later that over the years he had come close to trying to lick my pussy. That day he did it, but as a man with his experience of cunnilingus gained elsewhere. He licked and tongued my pussy hole and my clitoris. I held one hand on his head and pushed him closer to my most intimate spot. My other hand squeezed my breast and pinched the firm, aroused nipple. Ben brought me to a shuddering climax then again we lay still. No words were spoken as we got dressed. Before Ben left we embraced, holding each other close and tight. My breasts pressed against his chest. I said quite intimately "I tasted you secretly when we started doing stuff, just a little bit that was left on my hand. Today, I've had a proper woman's portion. It was brilliant. Will you let me do that again?" Ben had nodded. "You know I will!" he said before he left. I had been looking at my past diaries where I kept my intimate details coded. In the three or more years that Ben and I had been intimate, we had fucked over a hundred and fifty times. I had used a single mark in my diary each time that the act had occurred. My diary had also reminded me of the time that Ben had brought a friend, Toby, home for a sunny afternoon in the garden. He was staying the night with Ben, in Ben's room. I was about nineteen then and I was sunbathing in a bikini which did its best to contain my breasts. I was quite attracted to Toby, despite him being slightly younger than me and I found him good looking. Toby was constantly looking at my body, clearly excited by what he saw and I enjoyed it. Ben had picked up on it and asked Toby what he thought. The boy confided to Ben that I looked amazing in the skimpy outfit and that I had fantastic tits. Ben later got me alone and asked if I would do anything for Toby. Ben's persuasive ways, added to my own enjoyment of raunchy things, got me agreeing to give Toby a bit of a show later. In my devilish mind, I quite liked the idea of letting Toby use my body the way Ben did but the risk of exposing my sex with Ben was too great. Another factor in playing along was my aroused state. I was seeing Sir again the next day and was sure to be doing some serious fucking with him. The prospect had kept me very moist all day. At bedtime the boys went upstairs and I waited about ten minutes then followed. I left my bedroom door slightly ajar. Outside, the landing was deliberately left in darkness. A coded cough from me gave Ben the signal for them to creep out of their bedroom onto the landing while my radio provided cover for any noise. Through the opening in the door they could see me. I had placed myself in the sightline the boys needed. I had the room lit with just a bedside light giving a dimness to add to the moment. I turned the radio off and slowly removed my dress, easing it off my shoulders, revealing my bikini-clad breasts. It dropped slowly past my hips and exposed my bikini bottoms. Then, I spent a minute or two brushing my long hair in a manner which caused my large breasts to wobble. The boys were watching transfixed. I finished brushing and, with both hands behind my back, I unfastened the bikini top. Keeping the cups over my breasts, I eased my arms out of the straps. Slowly I pulled the cups downward and exposed my nipples then my full breasts to the excited audience. Once the garment was discarded, I caressed my breasts lovingly with open palms. I cupped one and circled the nipple with a single finger until it hardened and became erect. I repeated this with the other breast. Having provided the boys with plenty of tit action, I inserted my thumbs into the top of the bikini pants and tugged them slowly down. Gradually my pubes came into view and then I revealed my pussy fully to the guys. Toby gasped in excitement. Both boys must have had solid erections. I took my long hair in both hands and pulled it into a pony tail. In so doing, my head was pulled back and my breasts and pussy were thrust forward, emphasising them to my voyeurs. After a few moments of this, I decided to become really erotic for them. I decided to do more than I had agreed with Ben. I moved my feet a bit further apart and placed a hand on my abdomen. My middle fingers walked towards my clit and found it. It was hardened of course. The fingers began to stroke it and I quietly groaned in pleasure. Some minute or so of this was followed by the two fingers being inserted into my wet pussy. I slowly worked them in and out of my most intimate place. The boys were probably open mouthed, hardly believing their eyes. I groaned some more. My free hand had now moved to caress a breast and pinch the nipple, pulling it stretched till it was almost painful. Emboldened as well as very aroused now, I lay on the bed but in a diagonal in order to offer a full view of my sex lips to the horny boys. Ben told me later that Toby had put a hand inside his trousers and caressed his stiff cock at this point. Lifting my knees as though for sex, I opened the view up yet more to benefit the boys. My hand came back into action, fingers were inserted between my creamy coated pussy lips. This naughty horny girl began to masturbate in earnest, caressing a tit to add to my sensations whilst entertaining my audience of randy boys. The boys raised their heads a bit now that there was no view of them from where my head was positioned. They could see the sexy vista of me frigging myself and gripping my tit. There was no acting going on. I was so excited I was seeking a climax. I kept my groaning quiet enough for my parents not to hear but loud enough to give the boys the effect. I was finding the erotic act very stimulating and my sensations were rising. Very quickly by my own standards my orgasm electrified me. It swirled through me, actually made me momentarily dizzy then slowly melted away. My hands slowed then stopped. I lay still, just panting and absorbing my performance. My pussy must've glistened in the half light with moist excitement. My hand reached behind me, found my radio and turned it back on. Ben tapped Toby that they should withdraw, as this was my signal agreed with Ben. As I heard the click of their door I smiled to myself, still high from my raunchy exhibition. I hoped Toby had enjoyed my performance. The boy had aroused me once I had seen his constant visual attention to my body during the day. Ben told me later that, back in their room, the boys stripped off, lay naked on top of the bed and masturbated in silence. Ben had watched Toby's spurts reach as far as his chin. Very soon after, his own flew from his throbbing knob to splash on his chest. The next day, Toby had chatted animatedly with me before he departed. Ben and I held a 'de-brief' in which Ben thanked me profusely for going as far as I did for his best friend. He told me more about the masturbating and I asked him about Toby's erection. Ben had the courage to admit that his friend was bigger than him by almost an inch and quite wide. Ben and I are closely bonded by our secret, enough so for me to ask how he would feel if I wanted to fuck Toby. Ben had said that it would be fine by him so long as he still had his opportunities with me. Together we hatched another plan for a few days hence. I had my assignation with Sir and it was more than two hours of very good sex, talking and sharing some of my sex stories. I told him the story of the boys as though it had not been arranged and as though I had not known they were there until the next day. Sir had got very aroused by my erotic description and pinned me down for his fourth fuck of that session with me. Two days later, by arrangement, Toby called to see Ben. There was only me in. My parents were out till a lot later and I told him that Ben had been delayed, offering for him to wait with me. Of course, he accepted. I led him to the top floor where the bedrooms are and asked if he would comment on some new outfits I had just got. To begin with I asked him to go into Ben's room while I changed. I called him to my room for an opinion on an outfit. He loved the time alone with me and obeyed my every request. After he had seen the second outfit and praised how it looked on me, I started to remove it without sending him back to Ben's room. He started to go but I said that he might as well stay, adding "After all you've seen me in my bikini." I took the dress off, leaving me dressed just in nice panties and matching bra. It was quite low cut and I bent forward deliberately more than I needed to. Toby's eyes widened. I slipped the next outfit on. It was a short dress. I explained that I had bought it to wear out clubbing. It was very short and revealed a lot of cleavage too. I fiendishly asked Toby to hold me as if we were having a slow dance to see how it worked for that. He shyly took up his place and I pushed hard towards him. I could tell that he was erect and ground against it without comment. The boy loved the experience, looking closely down my cleavage and smelling my perfume. He knew that I had felt his erection. Pulling gently away, I quickly slipped out of the dress and then pretended not to know what to put on next. Then I turned to Toby and said that I had liked our little dance, could we do some more. I moved into place without waiting for a reply. We moved slowly. I pressed my body against his upright erection. I complimented him on his moves and said "I think I'm as excited as you!" Without hearing a reply I pressed my mouth to his and began a long sensuous kiss. Tongues played, lips pressed hard, hips pressed harder together. I eased my lips from his and suggested that we could try taking it a bit further. I unfastened Toby's shirt and pulled it off him. He didn't protest, of course. I unfastened his jeans and put my hand inside to caress his hard cock. Toby was speechless and was hardly believing what was happening to him. He was very attracted to me but never thought he could be in with the chance of anything. I said "Wow, you're a big lad, Toby! I'd like to try some of that. What d'you reckon?" He nodded avidly. I pulled away from him and unfastened my bra, freeing my tits right before his eyes. As I said "Let's get naked!" he pulled his jeans, shoes and socks off in one concerted move. Now standing facing me wearing just pants, me just in panties, Toby gingerly reached to touch a breast. I pushed it to him and sighed as he caressed me. I slipped two hands inside his pants and eased them down until they fell of their own accord. His erection stood proud as they do at that age. I saw the pre-come that his excitement had induced. He was bigger than Ben by more like an inch. He let go of my breast and went to replicate my move by easing my panties down. I willingly stepped out of them to become naked. I was holding his cock, gently pulling on it. His erection was so solid it felt like rock. I moved backwards and lay on my bed. He followed me down. I whispered "First time?" and he nodded honestly. "Just take it slowly then." My own excitement was abundant. My pussy was awash with juices, spurred by the seduction. I lay on my back, opened my thighs and drew my knees up to create his harbour. I guided him into place and felt his cock searching to get inside me. I guided his knob to my lips and held them apart for him. He instinctively pressed into me and entered his first vagina. He let out a long low groan as he took on board all of the sensations of having his erect cock inside an aroused girl. Toby began his strokes and I reminded him to take it easy. A gentle rhythm was arrived at with me meeting his inward strokes with a gentle thrust of my own. I had no idea how long he would last but I was hoping for an orgasm because I found it all so exciting. His was virtually a certainty. I kissed him and then whispered words of praise in his ear. "You have a really big cock, Toby and you move so well. You fill my hungry pussy with your big hard cock. I can feel your knob, it's so big. I can feel it moving inside me. Fuck me gently. It's so nice." I could feel his knob moving through me, it was that large. He did not speak. He had been grasping my breasts which he still found mesmerising. He briefly sucked on an erect nipple. My foreplay with the clothes had got me very excited. Seducing Toby was very arousing. His cock felt fabulous in me. Everything combined to bring me off and I felt it starting. My climax was just about to take hold as I heard Toby gasp several times and I felt the warm surge of his ejaculation deep inside me. He stopped moving but I took over. I ground myself against him quite firmly, onto his still large but softening dick. I held him roughly to my body, flattening my tits as much as they could be. I thrust and thrust and thrust to get my climax and it came to my huge satisfaction. It was deep and intense and I almost whimpered with the strength of it. I slowed my thrusts and released my grasp of his body. We both gasped our recovery from the intense sex. I felt fantastic. Toby moved first but only to hold my breasts again. Then he spoke saying that it was incredible and even thanking me for letting him. I kept him on top of my lustful body to fulfil some innate need until his cock had reduced so much that it slipped out of my sopping wet pussy. As we dressed, I suggested we keep it our secret, not even to be shared with Ben. I answered his unasked question and offered to see him for sex again from time to time but that he should not consider us to be boyfriend and girlfriend. Discretely, I texted Ben so that he could come home. Ben and Toby went off somewhere to do whatever they had planned. That night, I told Ben what had gone on and he listened eagerly. Interestingly, Toby did not tell him anything except that he really liked his sister. After the household had gone to bed, Ben crept into my room and found me offering him his regular gratification. As he slid his cock into his sex-mad sister he let out a groan of satisfaction. I lay on my side being gently fucked, mentally reliving my act of seduction earlier. It had excited me greatly and I certainly would fuck Toby again somehow. I heard another groan of pleasure as my brother pressed deeper into me and shot his jets inside me. As he went to leave, I held him back and he then realised I was totally naked. I whispered for him to stay for a while. He got properly into bed with me, cuddled up to my sex-scented body and caressed my breasts as I held his softened dick. Unplanned, we fell asleep but fortunately Ben awoke in the early hours. Before he returned to his room, he pushed his re-aroused cock into his wanton sister again and worked himself off in me. I was awakened by it but just lay on my side and enjoyed my brother using my body for his pleasure as I had done many times before this particular night. I fucked Toby around six more times before his university circumstances removed our opportunities. Ben told me that he never revealed anything about sex with me to him or to anyone else as far as he knew. Well, a bit more about me and my brother. We were at my parents' house for a Sunday lunch family get together recently. There was just the four of us. During the meal, Ben leant across and whispered that he was feeling horny. He knows me well enough that just saying that will get me horny. He started touching my leg with his foot under the table. When he could he mouthed questions to me like "Are you horny?" and "Want to fuck?" I was horny and it got me very wet. Anyway, after lunch he said that he wanted to go up to his old room. It still has a lot of his stuff in and mine's the same. I said "Good idea!" and I followed him. If you remember, our rooms are at the top of the house so we're two floors up from the dining room. Mum and Dad stayed downstairs, of course. Once we were up in my room, he put his hand inside my blouse and groped my breasts, nicely of course. Fuck, did it turn me on even more. The gusset of my panties was quite damp now. I unzipped him and caressed his cock. He was already rock hard. It looked so good, so erect, the cock head bulging with arousal. There was already some pre-come seeping out. I pulled it out of his trousers. I got on my knees and took him in my mouth. His knob was huge and I thought about the first time I wanked him all those years ago. I gave him some good sucking, drawing his pre-come into my mouth and he was holding my head and fucking my face. He said "Let's fuck!" I stood up and pulled my panties off, held them up to our noses for both of us to smell my arousal and then I dropped them on the floor. They were so damp from my excitement it was incredible to feel. He bent me over the end on the bed so that I held myself with my outstretched arms. I felt his hand touch my lips from behind. He gave me some finger but I was drenched anyway and so ready to be fucked. Next he pulled his hand out and wiped his fingers on my face, I could smell my arousal again. I really wanted his cock now and the full penetration that a rear entry would give. I felt him opening my lips and then he began to push into me. Fuck, he felt so good and to have his cock in me, in my old bedroom where it all started, was magical. He was fucking me brilliantly, really doing it for me. I knew that he was getting sexual experience with other girls too but I didn't care so long as I got some time writhing on his cock. I realised I was gasping aloud and I started to come. Then I heard my Mum calling "You two, where are you?" I could hear her on the stairs. I was coming. Incredibly, I whispered "Keep going, I'm there!" and I pushed myself back hard onto his cock as he kept fucking me. I bit my lip to silence my gasps and revelled in my carnal pleasures. Jane Tells Her Story I could hear she was on the final flight of stairs. I pulled myself off his excited cock and my dress dropped back into place. He turned away to wrestle his hard cock safely back into his trousers. Mum walked in a moment later. She asked what we were doing and I said that we were just looking at old stuff - but, in reality we hadn't even got anything out before we started fucking. Ben grabbed a book and said "Look at this! How old is this?" It wasn't so old really but I doubt my Mum could see that. I knew my face was flushed so I said "Jeepers, I am hot after that big lunch and the red wine!" I don't know what she thought. Anyway, we talked a bit about our childhood stuff and then we went into his room and looked for things to talk about. Mum went back downstairs after a while to do something in the kitchen. I went back to my room and as I stood in the doorway where Mum had stood I saw my panties on the floor. They were obviously modern ones, not ones from my teen years and just so overtly there in a crumpled heap. She must have seen them. I called my brother back and pointed them out to him. His reaction was to say "Fuck, this is so hot!" then he bent me over quite forcefully, pulled his hard cock out again - and yes he'd kept his erection - and he entered me - and I let him, like I've always let him. He fucked me with a lustful abandon, brought himself off and emptied himself into me. He said it was a magnificent climax - really exciting for him. Having had my excitement that bit earlier, I felt like I was serving his needs again, just providing my body for his pleasures and loving doing it for him. We got sorted out, calmed down and went back downstairs. Later, I was in the kitchen and Mum came in. We talked about something or other and then she said "You two mind yourselves upstairs. Don't get too involved in your past. It's all behind you. Look to the future!" I was stunned but carried it off like she was just being sagely wise. But I certainly felt like she was telling me that she knew, not just about that afternoon but about what we got up to when we both lived at home. I didn't tell my brother. As usual, there's more! I called to see my Mum a few days later. Dad was out. She made some tea and we talked about stuff - nothing really until she said "You know, I've always known you and your brother are very close. As a mother, you see signs that youngsters don't realise. I knew that you looked after one another very carefully. I kept it to myself thinking that it'll be alright. And it is alright when it's kept just as a family matter! I knew you were sensible enough when you were maturing - you know, the Pill and that sort of thing and not taking silly chances. If you two still have those strong feelings, be sure that you keep it absolutely inside the family and stay sensible. The excitement of being close is the only thing good that can come from it. Keep it to your personal excitement both of you and live the other parts of your lives as normal as the rest of the world expects." I just agreed with her and without using the words, I let her know that I understood what she meant. Then Mum continued. She said "You see Jane, I'm going to share my closest secret with you and then we're on a level basis. You well know your Uncle Pat, my twin brother. Well, we were very close too. Yes, no need to be surprised, these things happened then too. It started when we were young and I made the first move that brought it about. We carried on until we were in our mid-twenties when we both found our steady partners in life and we agreed to end it. We did end it too except for a couple of occasions when something caused us to need it again. And, yes, that excitement was still there and no, it wasn't that long ago, that last time. So you see, I know how it feels, more than you could've realised. I know about the wonderful excitement, the physical act that is bonded by a different kind of love, a family love and the fact that it is the excitement that drives you. The fact that you have other partners eventually but there's no competition even if you carry both relationships on at the same time.- because it's different. Now don't ask me any questions and don't breathe a word, especially not to Pat, your Dad or your brother. This is our secret now, just for us girls! One final thing, Darling, - it feels absolutely fantastic, doesn't it!" "Mum, it is incredible. I love it, we both love it!" That was the only admission I made to her. And it brought a huge smile to her face. So, there it is. My story - so far, that is. Of course I've left certain chunks out and maybe I'll tell you about them another time. Meanwhile, you remember that this is our secret and we'll keep it that way because we have our own special story, don't we. We'll keep it all to ourselves and then no one gets into any trouble. It's always the ones who can't keep a secret safe that get others in trouble and spoils what we want to enjoy. And we want to carry on enjoying, don't we.