3 comments/ 17502 views/ 2 favorites My Birthday Present Ch. 01 By: LMP_Jessilin This is the beginning of a story I have been working on about two friends. There is more to come and any and all comments are welcomed and encouraged. Please do not hesitate to contact me with question, comments, advice, etc. * Raphael and I had been friends since junior high. I had always had a bit of a crush on him, ok it was more than a bit of a crush, but we'd never attempted to have a relationship. He was my best friend. We talked about everything and I never had to worry about him judging me or not liking things I did. I trusted him with my heart and soul and would have given him anything and everything he asked for. Though we had spent tons of time together, alone and around others, we had never done anything like this trip. Somehow Raphael had convinced my parents to let us go to his family's mountain cabin for the weekend. That in it of itself was a feat. My parents were extremely protective and I thought they would have never agreed to me spending a night, let alone a weekend, in a house alone with a man. Yet, judging by their reaction, they trusted and respected Raphael, so off we went. We left early on Friday morning and had a rather uneventful drive up into the mountains. Raphael had me giggling and smiling the whole way as we shared some of our lives more recent occurrences. He told me about some horrible dates he had been on while I shared stories about my crazy professors and horny classmates constantly whispering erotic ideas into my ear during lecture. He stole a quick glance at me, trying to read my expression, but I quickly forced him to put his eyes back on the curvy mountain roads. I could tell he was curious but concerned enough that he couldn't tell if it would be a good idea to ask for examples. So, I volunteered them, "One guy leaned over, put his hand on my thigh and whispered, 'How about we bend you over this desk right now, and you spread your long legs and let me pound that little virgin pussy of yours until you can't move anymore, then I'll fuck that tight ass of yours too. You know you would love to have our classmates watch.'" I said the last part in the deepest voice I could muster, but it was all I could do to keep a straight face. After I had told him this I could see his anger rising. Raphael pulled over to the side of the road, and turned off the truck. I knew that we were in for a good long talk, but the look in his eyes scared me slightly. He undid his seat belt and mine, and slid across the seat so he was closer to me and no longer behind the steering wheel. He reached over and first gave me the biggest hug, just holding me tight against him for a few moments, whispering apologies for the behavior of all of the idiots. When he finally released me, he put a hand on either side of my face and mine fell to his strong legs. Raphael looked me straight in the eyes and told me that he would happily bury the guy for me. At this point I couldn't suppress my laughter anymore. As I started laughing, he looked taken aback. I then asked him, through the giggles and tears, "aren't you going to ask what I told him?" A smile slowly spread across his face as he nodded. Still laughing I said, "I told him, 'I'm sure my vibrator can get me off better than you will ever be able to, but if you really want to try it, I'll grab a strap on and you can be my bitch, because I sure as hell won't be yours.' and with that he quickly returned his hand to his own lap, apparently he didn't want to find out what would have happened if he had left it there." When I had finished Raphael looked at me completely stunned. It was easy to tell that he was thinking, "My Jessilin said something like that? She is little Miss perfect, an innocent goody two shoes. She would never say something like that!" He asked skeptically, "Honey, I know you, did you really say that?" I matched his stare. "Yes, actually I did. You see he had been annoying me for quite some time so courtesy went out the window." Raphael looked at me, the biggest grin on his face and told me congratulations for finally standing up for myself. Then he leaned close and whispered in my ear, "I didn't know you owned a vibrator." I playfully punched him in the arm and suggested that he start driving again. Raphael hesitantly agreed and resumed his place behind the wheel. Since he had just broken the touch and space barrier for the day, I slid over and took possession of the middle seat. I giggled at the realization that he warmed the seat for me and Raphael just smiled. He draped his arm across the back of the seat and around my shoulders and I leaned up against him like he allowed me to do occasionally. I just never liked imposing the intimacy on him, so I would usually wait until he broke first. After he had been driving for a decent amount of time, and we came upon a straight away, I leaned in close, so he could feel my breath on his ear, as I whispered in my most flirtatious voice, "You don't know everything, maybe I'll show them to you later." My Birthday Present Ch. 02 This is the second chapter of a story I have been working on about two friends. If you haven't read chapter one, I recommend that you check it out first, it will give you a lot of background on the relationship that they share. There is more to come and any and all comments are welcomed and encouraged. Please do not hesitate to contact me with question, comments, advice, etc. When we got to the cabin, Raphael acted like he always did, the perfect gentleman. He got out of his truck and briskly walked around so he could help me down. Then he grabbed his bags and mine, and carried them into the house for me. He showed me into one room and left me to put my stuff away as I wished while he did the same in his room. As soon as I had my stuff sufficiently situated, I walked out into the living room to inquire as to what he had planned for the rest of the day. He was sitting on the couch and gestured that I join him. When I poised the question to him, Raphael just pulled me close and whispered, "I know how stressed out you have been lately, this trip is my way of trying to help you, so relax and just enjoy it. Everything is a surprise, just the way I want it to be." We sat like that for a few minutes and then he decide that he was ready to get our adventure started. He grabbed me by the hand and pulled me outside. As soon as we stepped out the front door, he said, "you know the rules, and you know that the winner picks the punishment for the last one in the lake, so if I were you I'd start running." I would have won if he hadn't played dirty on the dock. When Raphael and I reached the dock, we were both stripping just as fast as we could, my extra layers combined with the fact that he decided that then would be a good time to start tickling me put me at a slight disadvantage as he dove in a second before I did. Just to get even, I made sure that my dive splashed him, and then I soon swam over to him to inquire as to my punishment. He just laughed and told me he would explain it to me later. We played in the water for a while, splashing each other and reveling in each other's company. He was a stronger swimmer than I had ever been so it didn't take too long for him to wear me out. He could tell when I started fading and so he helped me up onto the smooth surface of the dock. As I laid there, stretched out, on my stomach, I finally took the time to enjoy the scenery. Raphael had a gorgeous body and I could easily understand why women were constantly falling all over him. His light brown hair was long enough to run your fingers through but not so long that it looked shaggy. His sky blue eyes were as deep as the heavens and I had lost myself in them on multiple occasions. From my vantage point I could watch his strong shoulders and broad chest cut through the water, his muscles rippling as he swam. His body was toned and tanned to perfection and it seemed to be beckoning my eyes to explore him even further. My glance fell to his flawless butt and as he rolled over to swim on his back, he presented his gorgeous member to my view as well. I noticed, ashamed that my survey of his body had caused another wet spot to form on the deck, so I forced myself to roll over, allowing the sun tease my tight breasts and the breeze to taunt my exposed skin. Raphael allowed me to sun bathe for a bit as he enjoyed his swim. As I lay there taking in the serenity, I got the feeling that someone was watching me. I looked over to him, and couldn't help but notice the feel of his gaze caressing my skin. As his eyes fell over my hour-glass figure, tight stomach, long legs, and overall tanned skin, and I couldn't help but assume by the way that he hastily looked away that he was enjoying the view as well. Raphael soon swam over to me, grabbed me by an arm and pulled me back into the water with him. I shrieked in surprise and was soon trying to get even with him. I swam close and tried to dunk him. I got near and put my hands on his shoulders, preparing myself to push him under. However, as always, he had the upper hand and instead of allowing me to dunk him, he pulled me close to him instead. My senses came alive at his touch and I couldn't fight off the awareness of every little thing that was occurring. The way our legs intertwined, the feel of his rapidly thickening member against my thigh, the way his hands caressed my hips, and the feel of his breath on my neck. Though we were only like this for a few seconds it felt like hours had passed and the world was standing still. He broke the moment by raising one of his hands and tangling it in my hair as he pulled me close and engaged me in the most passionate kiss I had ever experienced. His kiss left me weak kneed and feeling like a blubbering idiot, so we swam over to the dock and he pushed me up onto it, lightly swatting my butt as he did. I then pulled him up next to me. We lay close together on the dock, his arm across my shoulders as we allowed the sun to dry our skin. When we rolled over and finished the drying process, Raphael lifted himself up onto an elbow as his other hand wandered over my stomach with a feather light touch. Before long we were dry and he rolled in close to me again, placing a light kiss on the top of my forehead, Raphael softly reminded me that I had lost our race and I still had to accept my punishment, and I wasn't allowed to refuse any punishment that was prescribed to me. With everything that had just happened, I was slightly nervous about his choice. As we lay there for a few more minutes, his nose resting against my temple, my mind came alive with all the possible punishments that he could inflict. As they began to parade across my brain I felt my thighs begin to dampen. Raphael seemed to sense my reaction to my thoughts and so he leaned even closer and nibbled on my ear as he whispered, "The first part of your punishment is going to be that you have to walk back to the cabin in nothing but your shoes." My Birthday Present Ch. 02 My Birthday Present was supposed to be a quickie, a short, one chapter, wham-bang-thank-you-mam to play with an idea I had. But then enough people emailed me and asked for more and, well, there is more to the tale. Now, in chapter one, I wrote about Ben's experience but he wasn't the only one in the back seat of the car so, to balance things off, here's the other side, here's Sandy's story. Enjoy ****** As soon as I had dumped the bags I went up to my room, closed the door and threw myself on the bed. What had I done! For fuck's sake, what had I done! I'd given my brother a blow job, that is what I'd done! What is more, I'd all but ordered him to fuck me tomorrow night. Talk about a moment of madness. I thought back to the car journey and how it had all started. It had been the same old same old, the annual jaunt down to granny's place to celebrate her birthday. Of course, it never occurs to mum and dad that it's Ben's birthday as well and maybe he doesn't want to spend it travelling the motorways of Britain but, after all these years, it's what we do. Four solid hours to get there and four solid hours back again. Talk about boring! It wasn't so bad when we were younger and we had played all those stupid car games to pass the time but nowadays we all find that "I packed my suitcase..." is getting a bit childish. Ben had, as ever, plugged himself into his games console and was away with the fairies. Mum and dad were listening to the radio which was playing songs from the Jurassic period and I was bored, bored, bored, bored, bored. After the inevitable stop for burger and chips it was getting dark and there was still two hours to go. To pass the time I had decided to catch up on a few Z's so I fetched out the blanket that lives in the boot, wrapped it around me and curled up, trying to sleep. Of course, even in our bloated and oversized SUV, there's not enough room to stretch out and, as I tried to get comfy, I ended up kicking Ben in the balls. He made a big fuss about this and mum gave me a hard time and told me to settle down. Well, if I couldn't rest my legs on Ben's lap then I might as well try it the other way round. I curled up on the back seat and, with Ben's grudging consent, rested my head on his lap, folding my arms along his thighs. And that's where my wicked little daemon kicked in. First you have to understand about Ben and I. Yeah, he's my younger brother and, like all younger brothers, he's a pain in the arse. He's also a massive dork and hasn't got a clue about women. He's had like zero girlfriends, mostly because he's too busy rescuing the princess or saving the world or whatever else he does on those games consoles he's so keen on. But he's a good kid and, beneath the dorkiness, he's kind and caring and sweet and pretty cool really. He's also, but I'd never tell him this, a bit of a looker. Well, he would be if he wore better clothes and got himself a hair cut. And I watch his back for him, I look out for him, I care about him, lots. I mean, we fight like cat and dog but, at the end of the day, we're really close and... and he's my brother. And it seemed a shame that, here he was, eighteenth birthday and still a virgin. Poor kid. That didn't seem right. Well, I couldn't exactly set him up with a willing female and I'm not exactly sure that's what I wanted but I could at least.... And that's where it started. Maybe it was because my head was in his lap and, somehow, I became super aware of just how close his prick was. I had this sudden urge and, before I could stop myself, I moved my forearm so that it was resting along his thigh and, while still pretending to be asleep, I slipped my hand up the leg of his shorts. At first he didn't seem to notice and, at first, it could have been just the way my forearm lay but I didn't leave it there. Slowly but surely my hand moved northwards. I'd hardly got started when he gives a gasp loud enough to attract mum's attention. I whipped my hand out and lay there all innocent. For fuck's sake, Ben, keep cool, eh? I give it a few minutes to let things settle down again before having a second go. At first I was waiting for him to stop me but this time he's got the message and he even shifted gently to make things easier. It's a little tight and a little awkward inside his shorts but I end up with my thumb and forefinger around the base of his prick while the rest of my hand cups his balls. He was already stiffening before I even got there and, by the time I'm in position, he's rock hard and reaching inside his shorts to do a little rearranging. Of course, I can't actually wank him off like that and I wasn't sure if what I was doing was pleasing or teasing but, judging by his hard-on, he's not completely averse. For me it just feels fine, making him hard, feeling him big and strong and oh so sexy. I just relax and go with the flow and, for the next twenty minutes or so I'm gently massaging him, keeping things ticking over nicely although it was quite obvious this it wasn't going anywhere. Part of me wanted to leave it at that. I mean, mum and dad were right there and any attempt to take it any further was going to make things a little obvious. However, Ben was getting increasingly frustrated and, at one point, he slipped his hand under the waistband of his shorts and started to join in. I immediately stopped what I was doing. Careful, Ben, we have to be discrete. You can't just wank yourself off without mum or dad noticing. Anyway, call me selfish but part of me wanted to be in control. Sit back, little brother, and if there's any wanking to be done then let me do it. But that brought home to me how it was becoming increasingly cruel to tease him without any hope of release and, well, it would be a bit anticlimactic to play with his prick and not do it properly. What is more, he wasn't the only one getting turned on; cuddling his balls was getting me hot and horny but what I really wanted, well, within the confines of the possible, was to feel my hand wrapped around his prick. The key thing was to make sure it stayed hidden from mum and dad. OK, a huge part of the thrill was the fact that they were right there but I can only imagine what mum would say if she were to catch us at it. As for dad, he'd go ballistic. Whatever we were going to do it had to stay hidden. And what better to hide things away than the blanket I had wrapped around me. If I were to use it to cover what we were doing then that, along with the dark, would keep things looking innocent. I slipped my hand out of Ben's shorts, looked up at him and gave him a huge wink. As I rearranged the blanket I made a big palaver about getting comfortable and, when I settled down again, it was over my head and, more importantly, over his lap. Now we could get down to business. Slowly, stealthily, I worked at his fly, undoing the button, easing down the zip. He reached down to help and, from time to time, our hands touched. Somehow that was more intimate that playing with his prick. Talking of which, his boxers had a button fly which was no real obstacle and, in no time, I fished it out and had got what I wanted. God, he felt hard, god he felt big, god he felt good! Of course, I couldn't wank him off properly. Under cover of the blanket I couldn't really move my hand much so I went for a sort of milking motion and, with my thumb, gently eased his foreskin back and forth. Some of my friends find wanking their boyfriends to be demeaning but, for me, it's about the power. Ben was basically helpless; I was in control and, for as long as I could, I played him like a fish. At one point he started to jerk his hips so that he was effectively fucking my hand. I immediately dropped him and left it like that until he stayed still. Oh, no, little bro, that's my job, not yours. Of course, as time went on, he got nearer and nearer to popping his cork and, if I didn't do something, then underneath the blanket was going to become one big soggy mess. Anyway, I'd kind of known this bit was coming, excuse the pun, right from the start and there was one simple option to keep it mess free. With the smallest of movements I pulled his prick towards me and slipped the tip into my mouth. A few flicks of my tongue across his glans and then I took it in as deep as I could and.... God, who'd have thought he had so much spunk in him. I had to swallow and swallow and swallow just to keep up. Meanwhile he's all but lost control and the most extraordinary noises are coming from his mouth. Mum gave him a lecture on grunting and he blamed it on an exciting video game. The bit that made me giggle was when mum told him to keep quiet or he'd end up waking me. And then, with it all over, we just stayed there. I gently kissed and licked the end of his prick making sure it didn't leak all over the place and, blow me, it wasn't long before he was stiffening up and all but ready to go again. I'd have done it too except that we got to a lit part of the motorway and, even beneath the blanket, I could tell that, if mum or dad were to turn round, it would be all to clear what was going on. I gave his prick one last kiss and tucked it back in his boxers. As surreptitiously as we could we put everything back where it belonged and it was all over. And then, when we got home, mum and dad did that thing where they march off and Ben and I have to unpack the car. I was still randy as hell so I pinned Ben to the back of the car and pulled his hand up under my skirt. I told him in no uncertain terms that he owed me one and, when he fussed about mum and dad being around, I reminded him that they're out tomorrow night and all but demanded that he come and fuck me. Oh god, what have I done? Because the thing is, the thing really is, that I rather got off on it all. Yeah, I know, it's incest and all that and so very, very wrong on so many levels but... but I loved having his prick in my mouth and now I want to feel it other places as well. There's something about sex with Ben that's very different from the guys I usually date. OK, the obvious one is that he's my brother and all but it's more than that. He knows me, he knows me well and I don't have to play a part or put on a face. What we did in the car was pure fun, no strings, no fuss, just me getting him off. Part of me says that I should leave well alone, that I should never, ever, go anywhere near him again and part of me can't wait to fuck his brains out. My Birthday Present Ch. 03 This is the third chapter of a story I have been working on about two friends. If you haven't read the previous chapters, I recommend that you check them out first, it will give you a lot of background on the relationship that they share. There is more to come and any and all comments are welcomed and encouraged. Please do not hesitate to contact me with question, comments, advice, etc. I would like to continue improving my writing style and all comments and criticisms are welcomed. * I looked at him, completely taken aback. I couldn't believe that he was asking THAT of me. I wasn't the shyest of people, but I wasn't the most willing to display myself for the entire world to see either, but I couldn't refuse. Before long he gathered his clothes and put his shorts and shoes back on. He also gathered up my clothes and handed me my flip flops. Raphael looked me over again as he commanded me to start walking. I had expected Raphael to walk next to me and when he forced me to walk in front, it threw me off guard. Once I realized however that he wasn't going to be walking next to me, I held my head up high, my breasts at attention and did as I was told. Though, I couldn't help but outrageously wiggling my ass for him as we walked. I found his hearty laugh to be even more arousing than being forced to display myself to him and anyone else who may be nearby at the moment. When we got back to the cabin, he bent me over the railing and playfully smacked my butt for not taking my punishment seriously. At first, I thought it was a game, but the more I squirmed and giggled the harder and less playful the spanks got. After he had given me about twenty rather mild spanks, I still wasn't getting the hint that he was serious about being unhappy with me for being what he considered as disrespectful. He finally forced the picture into my head. He grabbed my ponytail and pulled back on it, arching my back. His forcefulness surprised me and I yelped. Of course, now he had my attention so he spanked each of my cheeks five times, each progressively harder, but they still weren't hard enough to inflict lingering marks. By the time Raphael was finishing up my punishment, I was contemplating either begging for more or coming up with something to do to upset him, just so he would spank me again. His little display had fanned the flames of my desire until it engulfed my entire being. It was like I saw red and all I could think of was finding a way to get the incredible sensations to continue. By the time he stopped, I was quaking. Though, I truly hated upsetting and disappointing him, it just felt too good for me to worry about it at that moment. When he finished, he turned me around, saw tears on my face and held me close. He didn't know right away however, that they were tears of joy and release not sorrow. One of his arms had wrapped around me holding me tighter than I ever had been before, and the other stroked my hair soothingly. He murmured against my hair, "Whoa, Whoa, baby, It's ok. I'm not mad. I enjoyed your show, but I've known you for longer than I can remember and I couldn't resist appealing to your naughty side," he said teasingly, "If I overstepped my boundaries, I am truly sorry. It will never happen again." I could hear the intimate concern in his voice and couldn't help but laugh. "Raph, I think we need to work on our communication," I stated matter-of-factly, "I'm not crying because I am upset. There are tears because it felt so good that I didn't want you to stop. You made it about me, for me, not you, and I don't know how I am ever going to repay you." A smile slowly spread across his face as he registered the significance of the moment. He laughed against my hair as he said, "I'm sure I can come up with some way for you to work off your debts." We stood there for a few more minutes until Raphael felt me shiver against him. At this point he led me inside and allowed me to go find some clothes. I heard the shower in his room start and after wandering around for a few minutes, settled in on the couch. I started to ponder over the events that had so recently transpired. We had been friends for a really long time, but I noticed that the passion of our first kiss seemed to surprise us both. I couldn't believe that he had kissed me, but at the same time, nothing had ever felt more right. With Raphael, I felt safe, cared for and protected. I never felt as though I had to worry about whether or not he would try things I didn't want him to or if I would find myself compromising my dreams just to appease him. My Birthday Present Ch. 04 This is the fourth chapter of a story I have been working on about two friends. If you haven't read the previous chapters, I recommend that you check them out first, it will give you a lot of background on the relationship that they share. There is more to come and any and all comments are welcomed and encouraged. Please do not hesitate to contact me with question, comments, advice, etc. I would like to continue improving my writing style and all comments and criticisms are welcomed. * When he finished his shower, he walked out to find me sprawled out on the couch deep in thought. I looked up as he approached and smiled in approval at the way his khaki shorts hung low on his hips, accentuating his lean body and causing his tan to be even more noticeable. The muscles in his upper body rippled with his every move, and I felt the heat slowly begin to rise once again. He slowly climbed onto the couch, onto me, and I just nuzzled in next to him. He moved around so that he was against the back of the couch, and I was wrapped up with his arms in front of me. I could feel the skin of his chest and the hair on his legs against my bare skin, and his hands drew squiggly lines over every square inch of skin that the sports bra I was wearing left uncovered. I reached for the remote on the coffee table, and we settled in to watch a movie like we had done so many times before. However, after that igniting kiss, the feel of his breath against my skin seemed to reignite the fire within me, but it wasn't fully ablaze yet, so I was not too worried. I unintentionally put on a rather raunchy flick, and I could feel him stiffen slightly and pull me closer. He whispered in my ear, asking what exactly I had in mind, what I was trying to do to him, and if that movie was supposed to be a hint. I laughed slightly, snuggling into his arms, and the serenity of the situation lulled me into a light slumber. I started dreaming about being curled up in Raphael's arms with him softly stroking my arm and hair as we laid there. Consciousness began to sweep in as my thoughts settled on the remembrance of the perfect first kiss I had shared with him in the lake. Reality crept into my thoughts as I felt Raphael's body against me, his breath on my neck, and his hand playing in my hair. I couldn't have been any happier there if I had tried. As Raphael noticed that I had begun to awaken, I rolled slightly to look him in the eye and see the grin on his face. I could tell he was just as happy as I was. He kissed me on the forehead and said in a sing-songy voice, "Good morning Beautiful... How was your night? Mine was wonderful with you by my side..." I started laughing and tilted my head up, hoping he would grace me with another kiss. I was not disappointed, though as passionate and loin-warming as the previous kiss had been, this kiss was soft, and leisurely. I smiled into the kiss and relaxed back into him. I couldn't help but sigh as he broke the kiss. Raphael scanned my face, trying to read my thoughts, but asked anyways, "What's wrong baby?" I didn't say anything, I just laced my fingers through his hair and pulled his head back down to my level. I engaged him in another kiss, this one playful and sensual where the last had been leisurely. As the scene on the television heated up, Raphael deepened the kiss. He rolled over onto his back, taking me with him so that I was now straddling him. He released me, and I sat back smiling. He raised his hand and explored my stomach, sides, and thighs, gently stroking my skin and becoming acquainted with my body. I returned the favor, lightly caressing his skin, and tracing the contours of his chest. I started to play with his nipples and he moaned aloud. He grabbed my arms, pulling me close once more. He held me there for a couple of minutes before he sat up, wrapping my legs around his waist and picked me up. He was noticeably hard beneath me, so I set to arousing him further as he attempted to carry me through the house. I kissed his neck and bit his earlobe as he carried me into his room. As he sat me down on the edge of his bed, he leisurely told me that if I wanted to gain admittance into his bed, I would have to abide by rule, only one article of clothing per person. I sat there hesitantly for a moment, trying to shake off the last lingering effects of sleep as well as assess my feelings regarding our current situation. Raphael had always been in tune with my feelings, so I wasn't surprised when he knelt down in front of me and cupped my face in his strong hands. "Baby, you know, or at least you should know by now that I'd never do anything you didn't want me to do. You are free to say no at any time, but please just promise me that you won't make your decision one way or another just because you are afraid of the effect it may have on our friendship." I nodded and partially to give myself a few moments to think, I took his hand and started leading him towards my bedroom.