by Michael K. Smith
I stood silently in the hall outside my brother�s bedroom, working up my courage. Tommy�s a nice guy and a good brother, but still -- he�s nearly seven years older than me and sometimes I get self-conscious around him, especially recently. Ever since I started having periods and began developing breasts and everything, he seems more like an official adult.
I leaned forward and peered through the crack at the hinge of his door, which stood open only a couple of inches. Tom had just gotten out of the shower and he was sitting up on his bed, leaning back against the headboard, wearing only an old pair of soccer shorts and no shirt. He had his laptop open and was reading something with just an occasional tap at the keyboard.
I was acutely aware of the muscles of his chest and his legs, and how good-looking he was generally. He had only been home from school for the summer for a week and I couldn�t believe how much he had changed just since last Christmas. Or maybe it was me who had changed, I don�t know.
I went over again what I wanted to say, and the reasons I wanted to say it, and I took a deep breath. The worst that could happen was, he would say "No," right? Then I would just have to think of something else. But if I didn�t try, I would never know. It was Friday and Mom was out for lunch and shopping with a couple of friends for the whole afternoon, so this was probably the best opportunity I would have. Even though Tom�s classes were over for the year, I had another week and a half to go before my vacation started.
I took another breath and pushed the door open without knocking. Tommy never minded whether I knocked or not. I stepped into his room, the old room he had grown up in, just down the upstairs hall from my own room. Mom kept it for him even though he could only afford to come home for a visit a couple times a year. When he graduated next year, I didn�t really know what would happen. I suppose I could have his room after he left if I wanted it, until I go off to college myself, but that would feel really strange.
He glanced up and smiled distractedly. "Hey, kid, how�s it going?" He looked back at the laptop screen. "Just checking my email. Brian�s got a sort of intern job with his father�s company this summer and he said he�d check and see if there was another spot open that I could apply for. I could maybe make some extra money, plus some useful contacts." He combed his fingers through his damp hair.
Since Dad died a few years ago, it�s been just Mom and Tom and me, and things have been a little tight at times. I mean, Mom has a good job and we�re not short of food or anything, but college isn�t cheap and even though Tommy�s smart and has a couple of academic scholarships, I know he worries about it a lot. I try not to think about whether we can really afford for me to go away to school.
But that wasn�t why I was here in his room. I tucked my hands behind me so he wouldn�t see me twisting my fingers together -- it�s a nervous habit I can�t seem to stop -- and stepped closer to his bed.
"Tommy, can I talk to you about something? It�s kind of important."
He paused in his reading and looked at me more closely. "Sure, Karen. What�s the problem?" He patted the bed beside him and I took the last two steps and perched an inch away from his thigh. I stared at the curly blond hairs against his tanned skin and felt my face grow warm. I cleared my throat and gathered my thoughts.
"Do you remember when I was little, you always helped me out when I didn�t know what to do about something? You always helped me figure things out and make decisions. You never just told me to go away and not bother you, even though I was so much younger." I remembered coming to my big brother in tears, all upset about the things little kids get upset about. Coming to him instead of our parents. I don�t know why, but asking my brother for help always seemed like the obvious thing to do.
Tom smiled at me fondly. "Hey, that was my job. Everyone has to make their own mistakes but there�s nothing says you can�t benefit from other people�s screw-ups, too." He reached over and patted my hand. "I guess that�s still my job, isn�t it? What can I do for you, Karen?" God, I loved him for that.
"Well, this is going to sound kind of strange, I know, but -- well, Linda and Camille and Tiff and I have been trying to figure things out." They were my closest friends, had been since preschool. We were all within a couple months of the same age and we had all hit puberty at about the same time. And all of us had always swapped information and speculation about the most important stuff in our lives. We were kind of like a mutual support group.
Tom nodded. "Yeah, I remember them. The Four Musketeers, right?" He waited for me to continue.
"Well, . . ." I could hardly look at his face. "To be honest, . . . we have questions about boys. And you�re a boy---" (God, that sounded stupid) "---and you�ve always been willing to help, and so I thought I�d ask you." I stole a glance upward. My brother had a slightly bemused expression but he didn�t seem on the verge of laughing at me, so I went on. This was the hard part.
"We�ve been looking around online and we�ve found a lot of, . . . you know. Sexy pictures and videos and stuff. Some of it is professional, I�m sure, and I guess those women have a lot of experience and everything. But we�ve found some webcam stuff -- girls about our age, I guess, or not too much older -- and some photos of kids doing it." I thought for a moment about those scenes, many of which didn�t look posed or professional at all. They looked like ordinary high school or college-age teenagers having sex. All four of us were fascinated by those images, but a little frightened, too.
"Tommy, none of us have very much experience with this stuff, okay? We�re all virgins, needless to say. But we all feel like there�s something we�re missing, something everyone else knows but we don�t. And we couldn�t think of any way to get reliable information about any of this. It�s not the kind of thing I can ask Mom about." I shrugged and stole another glance at my brother�s face. He looked puzzled but interested. "And none of the important things are covered in the Health textbook at school. That just gives you the official line, you know? It doesn�t answer any of the *interesting* questions." I shrugged again. "I don�t think they really want you to know anything." I stopped there.
"Yeah, I know what you mean," he said. "I used to think there was a conspiracy among adults to keep the next generation ignorant as long as possible. Like not telling you anything about sex is going to keep you from thinking about it!" He reached up and tucked a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. I felt a little spark from his casual touch. "So, . . . what? You want me to tell you about the birds and the bees? Or what, exactly?"
"No, that�s theory, right? I think we know all the theory. Or most of it. It�s the practical stuff we�re ignorant about. And the only way to learn the stuff they won�t tell you is just to -- to involve yourself in it." I looked into Tom�s eyes and summoned up my most pleading expression. "But if we try to do that with the boys we know at school -- well, first of all, they don�t know any more than we do. Even if they think they do. And things are likely to get out of control, which is exactly what we�re afraid of. So. I want to ask for some practical help, Tom. I want to ask a favor." Here it was. I took a deep breath and looked at him steadily.
"Could I see your penis? Please?"
The worst thing, I figured, was that he would refuse. (Okay, the really worst thing would be if he got angry at me and threw me out of his room.) Or he might just laugh at me. But what happened was, he sat there with a blank look on his face and stared back at me for almost a minute. I could practically hear the gears in his head clanking while he tried to process all this.
Okay, I knew this was an unusual request, but I also knew I had an unusually good relationship with my big brother. Camille had an older brother, too, but only by a couple of years, and he was kind of a jerk. Linda had a younger brother whom she suspected of snooping around in her underwear drawer, and Tiffany was an only child. That left me. I hadn�t told them what I had worked out to do, just in case I made a fool of myself.
Tommy finally blinked and cleared his throat. "You�re saying, . . . you�re asking if you can see me naked?" I nodded slowly. He scratched the back of his head. "Well, . . . I don�t see why not. I guess. I mean, . . ." He shrugged and gave me a lopsided grin. "And what�s in it for me, if I show you my dick?"
"Well, you get to show me your dick."
I got a "touché" grin this time and he nodded. "I guess I can understand why you came to me. But this is still pretty strange, Sis." He looked like he had made up his mind. Setting his laptop to one side, he lifted his hips up off the bed and slowly pushed his shorts and his briefs down his legs, sitting up and bending his knees to work them off his feet. Then, as I held my breath, he scooted up farther against the headboard, crossed his ankles, and folded his arms.
I couldn�t take my eyes off my brother�s body. His cock lay along the valley between his tanned thighs. It was maybe four inches long, growing out of a tangle of curly, light brown hair. The head flared back like an army helmet.
I finally glanced up at his face. He was waiting patiently for my reaction. "Um, I thought it was bigger than that."
He gave me a quirky smile. "Well, it�s been resting. It always relaxes after I�ve had a shower." I gave him what must have been an odd look because he went on. "Karen, you keep paying attention to it, it�s going to wake up and get bigger, I promise."
He was right. His cock was twitching a little and it seemed to be growing. I knew the mechanics of what was happening from that stupid Health text, blood pumping around like brake fluid and all, but seeing it in person was different. And it was making my pulse rate increase.
"Why do guys always talk about their, . . . organ like it�s a separate person?"
"Well, it sort of is, Karen. I mean, the two extra little mini-brains in the testicles, you know. They sometimes decide to do things their own way."
What? I looked at him again but I couldn�t tell if he was being serious. I didn�t remember reading anything about auxiliary brains. But his penis had grown to half again its previous length and it was getting thicker, too. In fact, it was rising up like a cannon. The palm of my hand seemed to itch with the desire to reach out and hold it.
"Tommy, can I. . . ." I rubbed my palm on my shorts.
He cleared his throat. He seemed almost more nervous now than I was. "Sure, go ahead."
I reached out slowly and my forefinger touched the expanding shaft. And just at that moment, it twitched strongly. Startled, I jerked my hand back.
"Sorry, Sis. That wasn�t intentional. Like I said, it sometimes has a mind of its own. Try it again."
I put my hand out again and carefully let my fingers wrap themselves around my brother�s penis. It was much larger now, maybe eight inches long and several inches around, and it filled my hand completely. This was sort of more what I had expected. I hadn�t realized a guy�s organ deflated so much when he wasn�t using it.
It felt odd, both rigid, like there was a spine up the middle of it, and soft at the same time. I could feel a continual series of tiny twitches beneath my fingers. I ran my thumb over the tip of it, marveling at how velvety it was. I stared for a moment at the little hole, knowing that was where the semen came out. (The pee, too, of course, but I wasn�t going to think about that.) I tried to imagine what an ejaculation felt like from the receiving end. I had seen it in those video clips online, but sometimes there was so much stuff, and it erupted so violently, my friends had actually discussed whether the clips might have been photoshopped.
I let my hand slide loosely, slowly up and down the shaft a couple of times. Glancing at Tommy�s face, I saw he had leaned his head back and his eyes were nearly closed. His arms were stretched out on either side now, like he�d been run over. He was definitely breathing harder. I was pleased he was enjoying this as much as I was.
Because I really was enjoying it. Having a boy�s cock in my hand like this, a boy I knew I could trust, and without the complication of a relationship -- God, it was great. I was in control. I could squeeze this thing really hard if I wanted to, or yank on it -- not that I would actually do that, of course. But I could if I wanted to.
I lifted Tommy�s cock up and peered beneath it at his balls. They seemed kind of shriveled -- also not what I had expected. I think I had pictured something like shiny billiard-size balls, but made of skin. I slipped my other hand down there and Tommy uncrossed his ankles and spread his legs apart. I cupped one testicle in my hand; it seemed to have something like a hard egg yolk inside. I rolled it around a little and closed my fingers around it and wondered for a moment if there really was a tiny little brain in there. Probably not -- that was just Tommy being Tommy -- but it made an interesting image. I gathered the other one in my hand with the first one and twisted the pair of them just a little, just to see what would happen.
What happened was that Tom groaned faintly under his breath. Then he raised his head and looked at me. "Karen, do you masturbate?"
Now it was my turn to be caught unprepared. "Um, yes, sure," I said. "I get myself off sometimes in bed."
"Have you ever seen a guy jerk off?" His voice sounded a little funny.
"No. I haven�t gone that far yet. It�s part of what I was explaining earlier."
"Well, you�re getting me really aroused here. You know that, right?" I hadn�t thought about it that clearly, but he was right. I nodded. "If I don�t do something about that, I won�t be able to concentrate on anything else the rest of the day." Okay, he was entitled. I was using him and he was going to be left unfulfilled, or whatever. Unless I helped him. I thought I could do that.
"Tommy," I asked softly, still slowly stroking his penis, which now seemed huge, "do you want me to put it in my mouth?"
"Only if you actually want to, Sis. But, yeah, that would be great." How could I say "No" to that hopeful expression?
I scooted back to give myself room and leaned forward until I was nose-to-nose with the head of my first cock. I put out my tongue, cautious of what I suspected might be a very strange taste, but it wasn�t like that at all. I licked slowly all around the soft, smooth head, feeling my tongue pass over the tiny hole. The taste was no different than your finger if you sucked on it. Maybe because Tommy had just taken a shower -- which was something to keep in mind for the future.
Still moving cautiously, I opened my mouth and took in the whole head of it, tightening my lips around the flare of it, sucking on it and running my tongue around it. Tommy groaned and his stomach muscles rippled. I let it slip out for a moment and ran my tongue up the underside, from the base of his organ to the tip. Then I sucked in the head again. Sucking a guy�s dick wasn�t part of my plan when I came to Tommy with my original request, but I found I was enjoying it. Wow -- I was literally a cocksucker.
After a couple minutes of letting the warm, hard-soft shaft slide in and out between my lips, I began applying suction and polishing the tip with my tongue. Tom shifted his legs a little -- his eyes were closed again and his lips were parted -- and I saw that his toes were curling. It was nice to know I could have this kind of effect on him. No -- it was exciting. I was getting my big brother so aroused, I expected he was going to come at any minute. That was really neat.
I slowed down, wanting to stretch this experience out for awhile longer. I remembered the women in the videos moving up and down as fast as they could, but that seemed a little forced, like the director of the movie had told them to do that. But a few of them were also able to take an entire large penis into their mouths, which obviously meant letting it slide down their throats, like a sword-swallower. I wasn�t sure I could do that, but I thought I should give it a try.
I took my brother�s cock into my mouth as far as I could and tried to make the muscles relax when the head of it hit the back of my throat. From what I could judge, at least a couple of inches of it would have to poke down my throat, past my epiglottis.
I gagged the first few times and had to pause to catch my breath. Tom stroked my hair softly; I think he understood what I was trying to do. Finally, I was able to relax the muscles enough to push his cock partway down my throat -- and suddenly his curly hair was poking up into my nose. My lips were all the way down to the base of the shaft. I went up and down carefully a few times, letting it slide in and out, then finally let it slip out of my mouth entirely.
My brother shook his head slowly. "I can�t believe you were able to deep-throat me. You sure this is your first time?"
I smiled up at him and licked my lips slowly. "Cross my heart." I squeezed his organ a little. "I like having it in my mouth, Tommy. I like sucking my big brother�s penis." I hesitated. "Are you ready to come now?"
"Not quite, but almost. And you�ll know it, believe me." He started to say something else but stopped. When I raised my eyebrows at him, he added "Do you think you want me to come in your mouth?"
Well, I had seen women doing that in those videos, too. It probably wouldn�t hurt, and it would keep us from making a mess of the bed.
"Sure. Why stop now? What do I do?"
"Exactly what you�ve been doing, babe." I felt a little thrill. He had never called me that before. It made me feel older, more like his equal.
I gave him back a broad smile and went back to sucking him, winding my tongue round and round, pumping my mouth up and down the shaft -- I guess those women in the clips were doing it right after all -- and trying to produce extra saliva to keep everything nice and slippery. I tucked my spare hand back underneath and squeezed his balls lightly and rhythmically.
After maybe a minute, Tommy put his hands on both sides of my head -- not pushing, just keeping me steady -- and groaned, "Here it comes!"
He jerked and the first spurt hit the back of my throat hard. It wasn�t at all painful but it surprised me. I gulped automatically. There wasn�t any particular taste, just a kind of saltiness. He jerked and came again a second later, followed by a whole series of spasms that got weaker and weaker, until the last few were just little dribbles. His semen had coated the whole inside of my mouth and a little of it had oozed past my lips onto my chin. Without thinking about it, I pulled my hand upward along the length of his cock, squeezing the last drops out and onto my tongue. Tom had collapsed back against his headboard, panting.
I borrowed the edge of his sheet to wipe off my chin while he watched, and then I gave him my warmest, most loving smile. "Thank you, Tommy, that was lovely. I never imagined it could be so nice." I patted his now-sweaty thigh. "Maybe because it was you."
He laughed shakily. "Sweetheart, I have to tell you: The girl isn�t supposed to thank the guy. It�s the other way round." At first, all I heard was that he had called me "sweetheart." Even better than "babe." But then the rest of it sank in. Yeah, I might get in trouble with the other girls if the guys decided we ought to be grateful for their attentions. But it had been nice and I was thankful. My big brother was the sweetest guy I knew, and the sexiest, too.
He put his hand down to me in invitation and I crawled up to rest my head just below his chin. I slipped my arm across his bare chest and cuddled up to him, enjoying the aroma of his sweaty body and the knowledge that I was responsible for its condition. I let my hand glide across his smooth chest, down across his stomach, and along his thigh. My fingertips brushed along the length of his penis, which was shrinking again. In return, he stroked my arm and shoulder and ran his fingertips slowly around my ears, which gave me the shivers. I lay there for a little while, snuggled up to Tommy, and began to wonder for the first time if perhaps he was the one I should have my first sexual experience with -- my first actual fuck, that is.
I�ve thought a lot about having sex. I mean, what thirteen-year-old girl doesn�t? So I�m going to have sex with a guy at some point. That�s a given. And most girls, especially the romantically inclined ones, take it for granted that you should be in love with a boy before you even think about having sex with him. But, looking at it logically -- and I try to be logical and rational about everything -- that seems completely backward to me.
If you�re in love with a boy, then you�re emotionally involved with him, by definition, right? And that means your emotions are likely to take control of you at just the wrong moment, and you�ll probably do something stupid -- like having unprotected sex in the back seat of a car, just because you�re there and you can�t help yourself. And maybe he has some disease he got from another girl, and he could pass it on to you, either without meaning to or because he just doesn�t care. Or maybe you don�t know the boy as well as you thought you did, and he�ll turn out to be the sort who will brag it up all over school. Besides, the boy is likely to be just as inexperienced as you are, which is like the blind leading the blind, right?
No, I totally think a girl should be coldblooded about the first time she has sex. She should be in control of the situation -- where to do it and all that. And she should pick the guy she does it with based on a carefully worked-out list of requirements. Obviously, though she shouldn�t be in love with him, it still has to be someone she likes. Someone she likes a lot. Just not in love. He has to be nice and he has to be trustworthy, and he has to be able to keep his mouth shut.
And, ideally, he should have had a decent amount of experience with this stuff. A girl is entitled to want to get all she can out of her first time. You can only do the first time *once*, after all. A boy with at least some experience should be able to make things really great for her. And if he�s really a nice guy, then he�ll *want* to make it memorable for her. All of which means the boy probably should be older than her. I mean, a boy my own age who has had lots of experience is probably going to be a boy with a very bad attitude toward girls to begin with, and who started way too young. Who wants that?
So I�ve thought all this out, and I�ve gone through the list of guys I know, including the few older ones at school that I know from band or wherever, and I just haven�t been able to come up with anyone who seems like a good candidate. I�ve kind of resigned myself to staying a virgin for a few more years, maybe until I graduate, when I might get to know some guys in their twenties -- not "boys" any longer, but adult men. But if I waited that long, and they were men I met at work, that could mean a whole new set of problems and questions.
So I had been going back and forth over this problem, but I hadn�t figured out what to do about it. But now there was this new possibility. Tommy was older and I knew, from things he had let slip here and there, that he had had some experience with several different girls. If I did it with him, he certainly wasn�t going to tell anyone. So I trusted him, both to keep quiet and to treat me well. My brother would never mean to hurt me, I was sure of that. And I was also sure he was completely clean. And he was absolutely a very, very nice guy.
Of course, there were rules and laws about having sex with your brother, based (I thought) on getting pregnant and giving birth to a monster because there weren�t enough genes, or something. But that didn�t make a lot of sense, especially if you took precautions not to get pregnant -- which I would always do, no matter who it was. I lay there, tucked under Tommy�s big arm and I wondered why more brothers and sisters *didn�t* have sex. Or maybe they actually did, and how would anyone know otherwise? Actually, I suspected most siblings, having grown up together, just know each other too well to want to get involved that way. There can�t be any surprises and they know all each other�s faults, and so on.
But my situation with Tommy was different. I was going to have to think about this a lot more. And I did think about it, all the rest of that day after Mom came home, and all evening while we watched TV, and for hours after I went to bed.
Saturday morning, I called Camille and asked if she could do me a favor. When I explained what I needed, she was silent for a long minute. Then she whispered, "Wow, . . . are you planning something, Karen?" I rode my bike over there after lunch and found she had been successful. Yeah, I was planning something, all right. Now, if everything else would just work out the way I hoped.
Around 1:30 in the morning, I got quietly out of bed and tip-toed down the hall to my brother�s room. He had pulled the door to but he hadn�t latched it, and I pushed it open -- slowly, so it wouldn�t creak -- and slipped through. By the light from the street lamp outside, I could see that Tom had the sheet pulled up to just above his waist. I could hear his light snoring. I moved to the old footlocker at the foot of his bed and paused to see if my being in his room was going to make him wake up, but I doubted he would. Tommy was always a heavy sleeper. When he was little, Dad used to say he could drag that kid around the house by one foot and he wouldn�t wake up, that he would sleep through the Second Coming.
I moved up to the side of his bed, slowly pulled back the sheet, and tried to slide under it without disturbing the mattress at all. It took me a whole minute but then I was lying within an inch or two of my brother�s warm body, my head sharing his pillow, and he was still asleep. He looked so sweet with his face relaxed and one hand tucked behind his head.
Still moving slowly, I let my hand slide down to his waist, prepared to do battle with his briefs, but it turned out my brother was sleeping naked these days. Very lightly and gently, I stroked the head of his penis with my forefinger. It was completely relaxed and I wondered for a moment if I could slide way down there under the covers and pop the whole thing in my mouth while it was still deflated.
Running my fingertip around the head of his cock and up and down the shaft, I could feel it begin to stir a little. I remembered the taste of it in my mouth and that made the crotch of my panties begin to feel damp. With my other hand, I pushed my tee-shirt up a little in front and began slowly stroking my pussy in rhythm with my attentions to his penis. I pictured in my mind what I was planning to do. What we had done the day before was one thing, but this was different. I had to gather my nerve.
Tommy was still three-quarters asleep but part of his mind was beginning to react as his organ swelled. I moved a little closer and laid my cheek against his smooth, muscular chest. One of his nipples was just an inch away and I thought "Why not?" I put out my tongue and began carefully licking his nipple, and I was a little surprised when it got hard, just like mine. I didn�t know boys� tits did that. Of course, I couldn�t really figure out why they had tits in the first place.
Tommy stirred and murmured something and licked his lips. I wondered what his dreams were like right now, with both his dick and his nipple getting aroused. Then his eyes fluttered open and I sort of held my breath because I wasn�t sure what his reaction would be. I moved my head back a little so he could focus, and he just lay there for a few seconds and stared silently at me.
"Karen?" he whispered. "What the fuck. . . ?" I squeezed his cock gently and saw the realization in his eyes of just what was happening down there under the sheet. His hand moved down automatically and covered mine, but he didn�t try to make me stop stroking him.
"Sis, you shouldn�t be in here. What if Mom wakes up?" The master bedroom was on the first floor, more or less below Tom�s.
"She had a bad headache and took a sleeping pill before she went to bed. She�s out of it until morning." He blinked at me as he thought about that. "I have another favor to ask, big brother." He looked at me and caught his breath as my thumb circled the hole in the tip of his penis. "I�ve been thinking about it a lot and I decided it�s time for me to do it. So I want you to fuck me, Tommy."
"Listen---"
"I�m sure," I said, squeezing him again. "I�m absolutely sure. You�re the one guy I know that I can absolutely trust. I know you won�t hurt me, I know you won�t tell anyone else, and I know I love you, Tom." I moved closer again. "I really want to do this."
Tom swallowed as he considered what I was asking. I was sure that (being a boy) on at least some level, he was probably willing to have sex with anything female that would hold still long enough. But he really was a nice guy and I thought he was probably worrying about the rights and wrongs of doing it with his little sister, even if it was her idea. I decided I had to help him reach a decision.
Releasing his cock, I got up on my elbow and worked one arm out of my tee-shirt and pushed it up and off my head, then got my other arm out. I scooted up and leaned over his face so he was staring right at my breast and I smiled at him encouragingly.
I don�t have very large breasts -- I�ll probably never get above an A-cup, or maybe a B -- but I think they�re nicely shaped. They stick out nice and they don�t sag. And, in my own opinion, I have really nice nipples. They�re really, really sensitive and they get hard and stiff easily. Sometimes, since my tits are small and don�t jiggle much, I don�t bother to wear a bra. Shortly after I started puberty, I discovered that the fleece lining of my sweatshirts, especially, would rub against my nipples and keep them stiff, and it really felt great. And if I went out to the mall with friends without a bra, I was constantly aware of the friction of my top keeping my nipples hard, and that was kind of exciting. And I had let one boy touch them, but he was a fumbler and I was sure he wasn�t doing it right.
But Tommy sure knew what he was doing. He looked like he was in a bit of a daze but that didn�t keep him from putting his arm around me and pulling my chest down against his mouth. I watched as his tongue came out and swiped across my nipple a couple of times and then he just sucked it right in.
Christ! I had no idea it was going to feel like that. It was as if a little electrical switch had been flipped right at the base of my spine and shot a big spark right through me. It made my vision go foggy and there was a fluttering down between my legs. I clutched his arm without knowing I was doing it and heard myself gasp. He sucked harder and I thought for sure I was going to faint. One thing I was instantly sure of, though: I had made the right decision. If this was how my body reacted to a boy just playing with my tits, I was sure I would screw *any* boy who did this to me, no matter if he was the biggest jerk in school, and with no thought for the consequences. Apparently, I was a pushover.
After a few minutes of this, Tom paused and took a deep breath. He pushed me back, gently, and studied my face a little while. Then he kind of sighed and pulled me down to where we were more or less face to face. He put his arm around me and stroked my hair. I snuggled up against his warm body and prepared to listen to whatever it was he obviously wanted to say. It didn�t take long.
"Karen," he began, still stoking my hair, "I can�t deny you turn me on. And what we did the other afternoon, . . . well, that was just amazing, frankly." I slid my hand southward and resumed lightly, slowly moving my hand up and down his cock, which was mostly erect. He didn�t stop me, which I figured meant I was winning.
"But doing it with you -- fucking you -- that�s different. I�m your brother and I love you, but *making* love with you, . . . that�s just different."
I stopped being subtle and wrapped my fingers around his penis, rubbing my thumb slowly over the tip. He�d already made it obvious he liked that.
"Like I said, Tommy, I decided it�s time to lose my virginity -- or to give it away, actually. �Losing� it just sounds like carelessness. And that�s what I�m absolutely *not* doing, is being careless. I�ve been thinking about this a lot. And you really are the best choice, for all the reasons I mentioned. So don�t think of me as your sister. Just think of me as a very horny girl who has the hots for your cock." And I gave the organ in question a good squeeze as punctuation.
I turned loose of him and swung my leg over his waist, shifting myself up to straddle him. Then I moved up a little more so his dick was bent forward, trapped under the crotch of my panties. It twitched and gave me the shivers. I leaned forward, arms draped over his shoulders, until we were nose to nose.
"Tom, I -- want -- you. But more than that, I want to be fucked! If you can�t bring yourself to screw me, I�ll get one of the guys at school to do it." (No, I wouldn�t.) "Maybe they wouldn�t talk it around too much." (Yes, they would.) "But I understand your feelings and I respect you for it. I love you, big brother."
And with that, I fastened my mouth to his in the best kiss I could come up with. I hadn�t kissed all that many boys, but I had seen a lot of movies. I knew the way I did it with guys my own age was pretty amateurish. So I sort of slid my lips around against his, and I traced the edge of his lip with the tip of my tongue, and I breathed into his mouth.
After a few seconds, Tom gave a moan and wrapped his arms around me, and returned my kiss so thoroughly it made my ears buzz. His tongue slipped into my mouth and suddenly I was so excited I couldn�t catch my breath. I hugged him hard around the neck and ground my mouth against his, my tongue dueling with his like Captain Jack Sparrow with his cutlass. His penis was throbbing down there between his legs -- literally throbbing, pressing against my crotch through the white cotton.
I couldn�t stand it any longer. I rolled off his lap onto my back and quickly shoved my panties down and off. Now I was as naked as my brother. Now it was time.
But there was one other thing. I sprawled back across Tom�s bed and grabbed one of the three foil packets I had parked there on the way in. Camille had come though for me, raiding her own brother�s stash of condoms. There was no way I could have gone into a drug store and bought them myself. They were sealed in red foil packets with the word "CHAMPION" in gold letters. I tore the edge off one packet and pulled out the flat roll of latex, held it up triumphantly, and remounted my brother�s hips.
Camille and I had sacrificed a condom for the purposes of education, rolling it down over a banana, so I kind of knew what I was doing as I positioned it over the tip of my brother�s dick and carefully sheathed the organ with it. Tommy watched with his mouth open; the whole operation had only taken about fifteen seconds.
Then I positioned his trembling cock under me, spread myself open with one hand, and slowly eased myself down onto it. The sensation of his long, thick cock spreading open my cunt like that, filling me up completely, . . . it was just indescribable. I could hardly breathe. I settled myself down on it firmly, feeling it press up against the opening to my womb. God! Just the realization of what was happening, that I actually had my big brother�s penis inside me, was enough to make me lightheaded.
I raised up a little and lowered myself back down, and the friction of his cock against my clit felt totally wonderful. Up and down I went, slowly up and down, and each stroke made it harder to breathe. Tom had put his hands on my hips and was staring at the point where his body disappeared into mine. It looked like he had forgotten to breathe, too. Then he swallowed and took a deep breath and took control, gripping my hips and thrusting up into me. I let myself fall forward -- sitting upright on top of him was suddenly too much work -- and held onto his shoulders as I let him rock my body back and forth.
The rhythm was hypnotic. We moved together like a single being and his cock went in and out of me like the piston on the model steam engine at the museum. I knew my cunt was putting out all kinds of moisture and the slipperiness felt great. In the back of my mind, I sort of wished we could have done this without the condom -- but accidentally getting myself knocked up was *so* not part of the plan.
I don�t know how long the whole thing lasted. Probably not more than five minutes, but in my head everything slowed down so it seemed to last for hours. I could feel every millimeter of every thrust of Tom�s dick into my cunt. Each tiny jolt from the friction against my clit bounced around inside me for minutes at a time, it felt like. Tommy�s grip on my hips, the way he moved my body back and forth, told me he wanted me just as much as I wanted him, and it was a wonderful feeling.
As he raised and lowered his hips, his thighs making a light slapping sound against my ass on each stroke, I thought about those little movies I had watched online with my friends. I imagined lying on my back with my legs in the air while Tom held my ankles in his big hands, pressing my knees back against my ears and cramming himself into me energetically. I saw myself kneeling on his bed and lowering my face to the cool sheet and wiggling my ass up at him, waiting for him to push into me from behind.
I even tried to imagine what it would feel like to have his big cock ramming into my asshole. I wouldn�t have thought I would ever want to do that, but right now I wasn�t so sure. There seemed to be lots of possibilities I hadn�t really considered.
And an image even came into my mind of screwing my big brother while Linda and Camille and Tiffany watched. Would having an audience make me embarrassed? Or would it make me even hornier? I didn�t know -- but the picture in my head just wouldn�t go away.
Tommy speeded up at that point and I knew his orgasm was only seconds away -- and so was mine. Again, part of me wanted to feel his semen shooting up into me, bouncing off the end of my cunt the way it had ricocheted off the back of my throat. Maybe that would happen later on, when I was able to organize birth control pills for myself -- because I was definitely going to keep doing this. I would do it with my lovely, sweet, sexy big brother for now, because I knew he wouldn�t be able to resist. And later on, there would be a boy -- or a man -- with whom I would fall in love, and when I decided to have sex with him, I wouldn�t be a beginner any longer. I would knew exactly what I was doing.
But meanwhile, . . . meanwhile, I knew Camille and Tiffany, at least, had both had a bit of a crush on Tommy for years. Maybe I could share my brother, my discovery, with my friends. We would all come out ahead, right? And I didn�t think Tommy would have a problem with doing favors for two or three more cute teenage girls who wanted to learn more about sex.
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