I was still short and flat chested when I was 13. I had begun to grow fuzz on my crotch, but that was about it. But I had started having sexual feelings. And the only boy, the only male around was my little brother. I started looking at him differently. When we showered together, I enjoyed his touch more. It wasn’t just the warmth and affection, it was sensual. And arousing. When he washed my chest I caught myself rubbing the opposite way. And when he washed my crotch I caught myself humping his hand.

When I awoke in the night, sometimes I would feel his hard penis. I would touch it and stroke it. I started masturbating when I played with it.

Finally I screwed up my courage and when we were in the shower I asked him, “Matt? Would you wash my chest more? Please?”

“Okay.” he replied.

Like it meant nothing to him. Wash the dog, Matt. Okay.

But why should it? He was 11 and hadn’t even had a wet dream yet, as far as I knew. And I slept with him every night.

But he did it. He washed my chest and my nipples enjoyed every bit of it.

“Matt?”

“Yeah, Becky?”

“Could you wash my back and my front at the same time?”

“Okay.”

I turned sideways as I felt one of his hands on my back and the other on my chest.

“Thanks. It feels really good.”

“Sammy likes it too.” Sammy was the Golden Retriever. Oh, brother…

“You can go down more,” I told him.

His hands washed downward, washing my butt on one side and my crotch and thighs on the other.

“Wait a minute,” I told him. I took his hand and cupped it on my crotch. I rubbed it up and down to show him. “Just wash like this.”

He got more soap on his hand and washed my crotch as instructed. I felt so good.

“Does Sammy like this?” I asked.

“I don’t know.”

I knew he would try it the next time he bathed her.

Then I noticed his dick was getting hard.

“It’s my turn to wash you now,” I told him.

I took the soap and began washing his crotch, being sure to be gentle with his balls and stroke his dick every so often.

He smiled up at me.

“We can wash each other like this any time,” I told him.

“Good!”

Ah. Much better than ‘Okay’.

That night as we were snuggling up in bed, he asked, “Becky? Can I kiss you?”

We kissed and hugged all the time, as well as snuggled, tickled and wrestled. “Sure.”

He turned toward me and held the back of my head with one hand, then he opened his mouth and pressed it gently to mine. I felt my nipples harden. I opened my mouth and felt his tongue on my teeth. My tongue shot out and licked his, and I felt his hand pulling my mouth harder onto his. I reached around him to pull back. It felt so good, my whole body was squirming around.

That was my first kiss. And it was with my little brother.

When we stopped I asked, “Where did you learn that?”

“I read it in a book Mom had from the library last year.”

“Did you read anything else?”

“Yes, but I didn’t really understand it.”

When I turned 14, I finally started to fill out. I could just barely tell my boobs were starting to grow. A few months later I had my first period. Mom decided it was time for sex ed, which meant I had to read a lesson book and do the tests at the end of each chapter. The book was basically useless as far as explaining technique, only covering knowledge and health.

Matt and I were still kissing and washing each other, sometimes while not in the shower. I remembered one of the things in the book was about lactation and breast feeding. It hadn’t even occurred to me then, and I wondered why since we see the goats all the time.

So the next time we were in the shower,

“Matt?”

“Yeah, Becky?”

“Will you suck on my boobs?”

“You don’t have boobs, Becky.” Well, compared to Mom I was flat.

“Pretend I do, okay?”

“Okay.”

But he did it.

And it felt good.

I told him, “We can do that any time we like okay?”

He hugged me fiercely. Then he began licking my tits. Holy shit, that felt even better! He licked and licked, and flicked his tongue on my nipples. Then he looked up at me. He had a worried look in his eyes.

“Once in a while I do that when you’re asleep. You seem to like it.”

My jaw dropped.

“You— why don’t I wake up?”

“I stop before you do.”

My mouth was still hanging open.

“You’re not mad, are you?” he asked, still worried.

I smiled and hugged him to me, making sure he got a facefull of my not-yet tits. And we ‘washed’ each other.

One day when we were all at the library, Matt brought me a book. It was a romance novel. He said, “This is the book Mom read.”

I had thought this type of book was just full of lovey-dovey stuff, but Matt said he’d read things in it. I checked it out. And read it.

It WAS full of lovey-dovey stuff. But it was also full of… other things. Sexual things. Erotic things. Descriptions. I had heard the word ‘pornography,’ and I decided that if this was in picture form, that would be it.

That night I decided to try one of the things I read. And I would try it when Matt was asleep. After all, if he can do it to me…

I woke up to pee and after I got back to bed I heard Matt mumbling in his sleep. Perfect. Only he was on his belly. Damn. I started fingering myself in anticipation. Eventually he rolled over, and yes his little pecker was sticking straight out.

I slowly approached with my mouth. First I just gently touched it with my tongue. Then I kissed it. He wiggled a little and settled down. Then I took my brother’s dick into my mouth. It felt hot.

I had no idea what I was doing, I tried to follow the ‘directions’ in the book. His dick seemed to stiffen a little more, which meant he liked it. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal, though. Maybe I was missing something. Or maybe I just wasn’t old enough to ‘get it’. He moaned a few times, so I stopped before he woke up.

That afternoon we were way out in the fields, I could clearly see no one around. I led Matt off to a stand of trees. I still had the library book, and I was a little nervous (okay, fucking terrified) about how he would react to what I was going to ask.

“Matt? Could you read this page for me?” I asked.

“Out loud?”

“No, just read it.”

He took the book and read. When he was finished he handed it back to me.

“Did you understand what they were doing?” I asked.

“No, not really,” my little brother answered.

“Can you describe it to me?”

“Well, it’s like the guy was licking her. On her crotch. And I couldn’t tell if she liked it. It said she did, but she kept making noise, so I thought maybe it really hurt her.”

“You know where the man was licking, right?”

“On her pussy. Where babies come from.”

I smiled, “Right.”

We sat quietly for a time as I gathered my thoughts (okay, screwed up my courage).

“Would you like to try that?”

“Try what?” Had he forgotten already?

“Licking a girl’s crotch?”

“No,” he looked away.

Aaarrgh! What the hell! Everything says every male always wants to eat a girl’s pussy! But I couldn’t really be mad at him, being 12 and all.

I lifted up my skirt and took my panties off, then spread my legs wide and laid back in the grass.

“Matt? Will you do it for me? Please?”

“Okay.” I sighed… Wash the dog, Matt.

My pussy was wet with anticipation, having a real boy going down on me.

He crawled over to my, sticking his face right up into my crotch. Was he smelling me? Did I smell? Then I thought, Did I smell better than Sammy? I don’t know why I’d thought that…

But he did it. He licked my pussy, stuck his tongue in me, lapped my lips, kissed, sucked, everything the book said. Since it was my first, I had no idea how he rated, but it sure felt good. Then he started licking my pee hole, and finally my clit.

“AH! Not so hard, okay?”

He stopped, “Is that why the lady was making noise?”

“Maybe,” I answered. “Just be really gentle.”

He was, and it felt really good, although I didn’t come. He stopped after a while, and I thanked him.

“How was that?” I asked. “Is that something you want to do more of too? Like sucking on my tits?”

“No Becky, not really.”

I was a little hurt. Okay I was a LOT hurt. He didn’t like eating me?

“Why not?” I asked quietly, half afraid of the answer.

“It tastes funny and I don’t really like doing it.”

I thought a minute, “Maybe sometime we can try it again, only with caramel syrup,” I said.

“Yeeaaahh,” he said quietly as he smiled. I knew caramel syrup was one of his favorite treats. He’d put it on everything he ate if he could.

Our sex play continued with ‘washing’, kissing and tit sucking, and whether or not he wanted caramel pussy, I was getting more and more horny. I was almost 15 and wanted (okay, NEEDED) his cock inside of me.

Something happened that really helped this along. I noticed one morning slime on my leg. My brother had a wet dream. I asked him about it.

“When did you first do that?”

“A few months ago.”

“Do you masturbate?”

“Yes, but I try to get it in the toilet, so it doesn’t make a mess.”

“Oh.”

The next time we were in the shower, I asked him to jack off for me. He said “Okay,” as usual, but waited until we dried off. He worked his cock, which I noticed was bigger now, and he did have some hair down there. He kept stroking and eventually came, bending his dick down to shoot into the toilet.

“Doesn’t it hurt to bend it like that? It looks like your folding it.”

“No, it doesn’t really hurt. But it does feel uncomfortable when it’s really hard.”

I realized I was jacking myself off as he did it, we were both standing there naked.

The next time we took a shower, I asked him to do it again.

“Matt? Can I watch you jack off again?”

“Okay.”

“Only this time, will you come on me?”

I saw his surprise, “Why?”

“Please?”

We stood in the shower as he stroked his wood, and eventually shot it all over my tits and belly. Just the idea of his sperm on me made me wet. I smeared it around on my tits before we started the water.

“We can do that sometimes too,” I smiled at him.

But all I got was, “Okay.” I guess he wasn’t as turned on by the idea as I was.

I had been thinking of whether I wanted him to pop my cherry with his dick, and decided I was going to do it myself with a carrot instead. Something told me I didn’t want my first time with a real cock to hurt, and I would have total control over the carrot. No matter how devoted Matt was to me, mistakes can happen.

So later in the week, when I knew Mom had taken Matt into town, I laid down on our bed and fucked myself with a carrot. I had nibbled the tip off so it was blunted instead of pointy, but it was sill hard and sharp and and it wasn’t until I had it a little ways inside that I needed some lube. Not having any idea of what would work best, I simply grabbed some Crisco. That made it go in a whole lot easier, but breaking my hymen with a carrot took some work.

The pain was like pulling a sliver, briefly intense, then relief and a sense of things being all right. I fucked myself with that carrot, pretending it was Matt. I had never done it with anyone, but I knew there was something special about doing it with a boy that a carrot couldn’t duplicate.

I fingered my clit while I fucked the carrot, but after five minutes I gave up, realizing there was no way I was going to come then. I laid there, with the carrot sticking out of me, fingering myself with one hand and rubbing the other all over my naked body. Then without even thinking about I grabbed the carrot out of my cunt and took a bite. I had been chewing for like ten seconds before I even realized what I had done. That made me laugh. And I laughed even more as I saw I was still fingering myself as I ate the carrot I fucked myself with.

Okay, so it wasn’t a very erotic experience, but it still made me happy. And I knew there was no way I’d forget it.

I thought about what to do to broach the subject with my brother. The book had gone back to the library a couple weeks ago, and there wasn’t any porn… Then I thought of the dogs. We had got Sammy fixed, but that didn’t keep Willie from using his willie on her. Willie’s our Chocolate Lab.

I did the best I could to keep the dogs apart for a few days. I knew Willie would b horny enough to mount Sammy at the first opportunity. So when we had plenty of time, I said to Matt, “Let’s walk the dogs.”

“Okay.” I smiled. So with Sammy and Willie each on a leash, we walked them into the field. Not ten minutes later, after Sammy finished taking a dump, Willie was sniffing her cunt. Instead of keeping them apart I just let them at it.

“There they go again,” Matt said.

I just laughed. I squatted down to get a closer look at the action, and Matt joined me.

When Willie was finished, I quietly asked, “Have you ever wanted to try that?”

His eyes got big, “Fuck a dog?” he asked, incredulously.

I laughed again, then took his hands in mine, “No Matt,” just as quietly, “Try it with me…”

He blushed fiercely, acting like he was going to pull away from me, then looked at me closely. I knew I was blushing more than he was, I felt my heart pumping in my chest. I knew he could tell how horny I was, how badly I needed him.

Finally he answered me just as quietly, “Yes.”

We walked a little ways into some trees and tied the dogs up about a hundred feet apart. If someone came they would raise the alarm. We took off all our clothes and laid them all out flat, making sort of a blanket. Matt’s dick was already sticking up, even though I could tell he was as nervous as I was he was ready to go. I laid down on my back and spread my legs wide for him. But he just stood there.

“Come and lay on top of me,” I instructed.

He came up and did just that, not trying to do anything. He just laid on me and smiled. I put my arms around him and started kissing him. He kissed me back. I was wet and ready, but he seemed tentative. I reached down to feel his dick. That was definitely ready.

I whispered, “Okay Matt… Make love to me.”

He grinned, but then got up off me. He stood there grinning. I was confused.

“Matt? Please don’t tease me like this. Please make love to me.”

He looked at me and said, “But you got to turn over first.”

What? I didn’t get it. Turn over?

“Why, Matt?”

“So I can make love to you, you know?”

I finally got it. The only thing he’d ever seen is animals mating. And the library book didn’t go into detail on position. I rolled over onto all fours.

He got behind me and quietly said, “Higher.”

I realized it wouldn’t work with him kneeling, so I pushed my knees up off the ground and tried to position my cunt at his dick level as he stood. He took ahold of my hips and after a few tentative thrusts along my slit he popped right in and just began fucking me. It was so sudden I really didn’t know how to react. But it felt so good. My darling brother’s dick was inside me. He was fucking me and it felt great! He found his rhythm and began pumping into me. At first I tried to move with him, but he just held my hips in place and thrust into me agin and again.

My whole body was tingling and I wanted so badly for hands to be on it – mine, his, whatever, but I couldn’t because I was holding myself up and his were holding my hips. His thrusting became frantic and I knew he was going to come soon, but I would just have to be satisfied with that. Matt was my first, and I would always love him for that. For being there for me when I needed him.

Suddenly he began grunting, then I felt him shooting off inside me. As I felt his cock twitching inside me as he came, I began jerking back and forth to get him to keep fucking me. He did it a few times then just pulled out, leaving me unfulfilled. I would have to save technique for another time.

That didn’t matter though, I was in love with him then. I turned around and grabbed him and pulled him to the ground with me, wrapping myself around him.

“Thank you, Matt. I love you so much.” I smothered him with kisses.

“I love you too, Becky.” He hugged me fiercely, his jizz-slicked dick smearing on my thigh.

“I wish it would have been longer…”

He pushed him self off me, looking contrite. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” Then he smiled, “Next time I’ll try to make it longer,” and hugged me again.

My eyes popped open, Next time, he had said. He’s already decided he wants to do it again. Cool! I already decided that too, I wouldn’t need to persuade him.

Just then Sammy started barking, soon joined by Willie. We got dressed quickly and got the dogs and started home. We never saw what they were barking at, probably just as well.

A couple days later Mom went shopping and left us alone. I found Matt and told him, then asked, “Would you like to make love?” as I hugged him and ground my crotch into him.

“Yes,” he smiled. We walked hand in hand to the house. We went inside and I said, “Let’s take a shower first.”

But Matt looked thoughtful and said, “I think we should take a shower after. ’Cause then we can wash the stuff off.”

“Okay,” was all I said, though I knew it was my pussy that was doing the talking.

This time we had the bed to use, so it was a lot easier (and more comfortable) for me. After taking my clothes off I just leaned over the bed, again spreading my legs wide for him. At first I just lowered myself down to my elbows, looking back in between my legs. I giggled at the sight of my waiting and ready cunt.

By the time Matt had his clothes off he was already hard, his prick sticking straight up. Again, we dispensed with all foreplay as I was already wet in anticipation. He took ahold of my hips and positioned the tip of his cock right at the entrance to my pussy and just slowly thrust it all  the way in.

“MMMMMmmmmm…” I said as I wiggled in delight.

My darling brother began fucking me then, keeping a slow, steady rhythm so he wouldn’t come in two minutes. It felt great, his dick sliding in and out of me.

“This feels so good,” I said.

“Yeeaaahhh…” Matt whispered loudly.

As he thrust into me I lowered my shoulders to the bed, so I could use my hands. I slowly took his hands from my hips and drew them up to my tits. He understood immediately, and began to squeeze and rub my tits and pinch my nipples. I reached back in between my legs and gently cupped his ball sack as he thrust, feeling his balls wag back and forth. My other hand played with my clit.

Between his long thrusts and all the attention my tits and clit were getting, I soon came, “OOOOooohhhhhhhhhhh…” I sighed, “Matt. Matt. I love you Matt! I love you so much!”

Matt leaned over as he fucked me and kissed my back, “I love you too, Becky! I’m gonna come!”

And he did, squirting deep inside me with every thrust. I was still so tingly from my orgasm I wasn’t sure if I was having another one.

Matt kept pumping away for another minute before he finally stopped, letting his dick flop out of me. I lowered myself onto the bed, and he laid down on top of me, his hands still holding and squeezing my tits. After a minute he got off me. I crawled onto the bed and he came and laid down next to me. We held each other and kissed. I felt his come leaking out from my pussy and said, “I think we should go take out shower now.”

He smiled and rolled off the bed, leading the way into the bathroom. As we showered I pointed to the goo running down my legs, “See that? That’s our love.” I don’t know why I said that, but it made him smile. We thoroughly enjoyed washing each other, each making sure the other was thoroughly clean (especially genitals). And we hugged and kissed a lot.

That night as we laid in bed snuggled together I said to Matt, “I think we should try other positions.”

“Positions?” he asked.

“You know, for sex.”

“Oh. Yeah. What do you want to try?”

“I think next time you should be on your back and I should be on top.”

He smiled, “Yeeeaaahhh…”

We got our chance the very next day.

I went into our room and took my clothes off and waited for him. When he came in all he said was, “Hi, Becky.”

I felt a little rejected until I remembered that he had sen me naked in our room so many times it was no big deal to him. It didn’t mean anything. So I slowly put my arms around him and began kissing him. Then he understood.

We kissed and touched for a while and then since it seemed he wasn’t going to start taking his clothes off I would do it for him. So that’s what I did. He just let me, neither helping nor hindering, at last as I pulled his shorts down his cock sprang free, already waiting for what it wanted (my cunt).

I took his hand and led him to the bed. He got on his back, his hard dick laying flat on his belly. I got on top of him and straddled him, suddenly thinking I wanted just to hump him before we made love. I slid my wet cunt lips up and down his hard shaft, watching his reaction. his eyes got big and he smiled. Something else we could share, only by now I knew I didn’t have to ask.

Then I took his dick and pointed it up against my pussy lips, just wetting it. I slowly guided it into me as I lowered myself onto him. I hadn’t noticed how long he was before, the other way he couldn’t get this deep. It felt awesome. Wonderful. From the look on his face he was enjoying it too.

I began to slowly bounce up and down on him, letting his cock slide into me as far as it could go. I wanted to go so much farther, but I knew if I did it would slip out. I would have to wait until his dick grew some more. I took his hands and put one on my tits and the other oh my hip, then I used mine to rub him all over his chest and arms. That got me a big smile and he copied me immediately, rubbing his hands all over my body, occasionally stopping to pinch my nipples.

It was feeling great for me, but it was feeling even better for Matt, because just five minutes later he was grunting and twitching, and I felt his dick pulse inside of me as he shot his load. Only I needed more attention to come, and I hoped if I kept moving he wouldn’t go soft right away.

I increased the pace and fingered my clit a little and soon I was tingling all over, before I froze and twitched and jerked as I came. “MMMMmmmmmm…” I sighed.

Afterward I laid myself gently down on top of Matt and enfolded him, kissing him deeply with his cock still inside of me.

Some time later I woke up, mostly next to but still partly on top of my little brother. His dick had softened and slipped out of my pussy, and I felt the stuff oozing out of me.

I saw he was awake. “Matt?” I asked, “Do you like it?” I was afraid of his answer.

“Like what?” was definitely not the answer I feared, but it was exasperating.

“Doing it. Making love to me.”

“I love you, Becky. I’ll do it whenever you want to.” He beamed at me. My heart soared.

And I knew it was true. I had thought that having it more would mean wanting it less, but that was not the case with me. I wanted it more and more and more. Sometimes we would make love three times a day. Other times we didn’t have any opportunity, and I had to make do  with my fingers until it was time for bed.

We’ve tried all kinds of positions, but really only like the few that feel best.

At first I was afraid we would get caught, but Mom was so tired she slept soundly. And we never made a sound when she was home. We did it on the floor so the bed wouldn’t squeak. And we kept our mouths shut. Our room smelled like sex during the winter when we couldn’t air it out, and either Mom was oblivious or just thought we were jacking off.

We’ve been doing it almost every day for a year now. I really, really, REALLY like fucking my darling brother so much. He is the most awesome person to me.