Britslut�s
Slutty Stories
Cuddling
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Lying awake late that night, I hear my brother come home from his date. He spends some time in the bathroom and then I hear his bedroom door close softly. Making sure there is no sound from the Parents� bedroom, I pad along the hallway and slip quietly into his bedroom. I�ve learned how to stop the door squeaking, and where the loose floorboard is.
I can tell he�s still awake. I pull my nightie off and slide into bed alongside him, feeling his hot naked body, firm and masculine. He smells faintly of the town - beer, smoke and female perfume. His arm slips around my shoulders automatically and I snuggle down against him, my breast buds pressed into his side.
�How was your date?� I whisper.
�She was OK.� He whispers back.
�Just OK? Did you snog her?�
�Yes, a bit.� He�s teasing me, letting out information one bit at a time.
�Anything else? Did you feel her tits?�
�Just the once. She wouldn�t let me go any further.�
I breathe a sigh of relief. I didn�t really expect any result from his date; at 16, my brother is shy and awkward with girls - although I think he�s the hunkiest guy in the world, of course. And I know the girl he went out with - she�s the elder sister of a close friend, who reckons she only agreed out of pity.
�Poor bro. You must be really horny.� I reach out and touch his cock. As I expected, it�s swollen and rigid, like a hot iron pipe covered in velvet. It jerks and I can tell that he�s close to orgasm. My heart beats fast.
�No, don�t,� he murmurs, but the thrust of his hips belies his words. �We mustn�t.�
�Why not?�
�It�s wrong ...�
I curl and rest my head on his stomach. It�s hot under the duvet.
�Feels all right to me,� I say, and open my mouth as wide as I can and sheath the hot smooth head of his cock in it. I swirl my tongue around the great dome and he moans once, twice, then his body goes rigid and a jet of warm gooey sperm fills my mouth. I swallow it hurriedly, in time to receive the next spurt. I�ve had plenty of practice at this and I manage to drink it all down until his spasms die away and his cock begins to soften.
I snuggle into his side again, grateful for the fresh air, and burp softly.
�Feel better?� I whisper.
�Oh sis,� he murmurs. �I love you.�
�I love you too,� I say, and I mean it. I�m glad his date didn�t work out. I�m determined that the first girl he has sex with will be me - I mean fuck, as I guess that what we�ve done already counts as having sex! But I�m only just 13 and not yet big enough for his cock (I know, I�ve tried with fingers). I only hope that I grow fast, before he overcomes his adolescent shyness with girls. (I�m also determined that he�ll be the one whom I give my virginity to, but fortunately that�s more within my control.)
We drift off to sleep, cuddling. Later I wake and start to stroke his chest and stomach. His cock is hard again, although he�s still asleep. My pussy is feeling hot and moist, so I pull the duvet back and straddle him gently, sliding my slit up and down the hard fat rod of his cock. His spongy cum-channel rubs against my button, sending waves of pleasure up my spine.
In the dim light I see him open his eyes and discover my slim pale body moving above him. His hands go automatically to my hipbones.
�We mustn�t ...�
�Why not?�
�You�re my sister ...�
�So?� I�m finding it harder to whisper as my excitement is growing.
He doesn�t have an answer, either that or his cock is taking all his attention. I can feel it getting harder and pushing up against my pussy. My climax is not far off. I look down and see his cock glistening with my wetness. His hips jerk and a string of whiteness shoots out onto his stomach. I shiver and shudder as my orgasm sweeps through me, trying not to make a sound, for fear of waking the Parents.
I collapse forward, the warm sperm squishing between our bodies. We�re both breathing hard; his cock is quivering against my pubes and I�m getting little aftershocks through my loins. We drift off to sleep.
In the early morning, the radio alarm awakens me. I�m still lying on top of my brother and our bodies are stuck together with dried sperm. I unpeel myself, ticklishly, and put on my nightie, then give him a kiss on the cheek and slip back to my own room. One day, quite soon, I�ll have sex with him properly ...
(continued in Competition)
last modified 22 September 2004