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My First Time With My Brother (True)

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This is a true story.  It is the story of my first incest experience with my brother.  It happened when I was 14 years old, my brother was 17.  I hope everyone enjoys the story.  If you do, I will be sure to add more later on.  I just wanted to get this one off my chest to see how it goes.

 

                It was the summer.  At the time, we were living in a suburb of Chicago.  Anyone who knows Chicago knows that it can get extremely hot during the summer.  I was 14, just finished my freshman year in high school.  It was also the summer that I started to develop breasts.  So naturally, I was starting to become more popular with all the horny boys in school and the neighborhood.  I had never had sex up to this point, and I was not really looking either.  The girls our age who had sex had all been labeled “sluts” or “whores.”  This was not something I wanted tagged onto my name throughout my high school life.  It was hard enough getting through life as a 14 year-old girl without the stigma of being the “easy girl.”

                As I said, I was starting to develop.  My breasts went from a flat A-cup to a solid B-cup that could swell up nicely when I was on my period.  I was super thin, as I still am.  I used to play soccer, so I would work out a bit here and there.  My stomach was starting to develop a perfect six-pack that wasn’t overly muscular, just well-defined.  It was because of this, as well as the breasts, that I was attracting the attention of the jocks in school.  Not that I didn’t mind.  But it was nice to know I could have my pick when my sexual desire flared up.

                My brother was entering his senior year after that summer.  He was the superstar jock in our school.  Well, one of them, at least.  I always thought he was the greatest, because a big brother is always a god in his sister’s eyes.  He was a rock star on the football field, star linebacker, scouted by colleges from all over.  He was amazing.  He stood 6’3” and weighed a muscular 225.  He had his pick of the girls, and I knew that he had more than his share.

                Before I get into the story, I should point out the fact that I had seen him naked before.  And I can confirm that his build had nothing to do with steroids.  Not that I was looking to see him naked, but our house was built in such a way that our bedrooms shared a bathroom.  It was inevitable that we would occasionally walk in on the other by accident.  He had seen me naked, and I him.  We didn’t talk about it, but it was a fact of life.  And, before your minds go there, no, I did not ever fantasize about him.  He was well-hung, and gorgeous.  But he was my brother, nothing more.

                Back to the summer.  We didn’t have a pool or anything, so the heat of the summer always sucked.  Yeah, we had a local pool, but when it got above 100, everyone in town was there and it wasn’t any fun.  Most of the time we resorted to the old sprinkler to cool off.  You get used to it.

                This particular day, I had the sprinkler off, bikini on, and I was laying on the back deck tanning.  My parents were off working, as parents are prone to do.  I was home alone; my brother had taken off with his friends.  So far, so good.  Peace, quiet, and some sun.  Just what I needed.

                I had been out in the sun for about 45 minutes when I heard my brother pull up.  He had an old Honda from the 80’s that he bought for cheap, and you could hear this thing a mile off.  I paid no real attention, as I was thoroughly enjoying the tan I was getting.  Five minutes after he pulled up, I heard the patio door slide open, and I turned to see my brother walk out wearing just his swim trunks.  He had oiled himself up (he used tanning oil to get that beautiful dark tan).  He looked amazing.

                He takes the chair next to me, laying out.  “Hey, sis.  How’s the tan?”

                “Not bad.  Been out for about an hour, almost done for the day.”

                “Good times.”

                I laid there for another five minutes or so.  I had a timer set on the table so I knew when my hour was up.  It went off, and I stood up, clicked it off and made to go inside.  To do this, I had to walk in front of my brother.

                “Damn, girl.  You are going to be a man killer this summer.”

                “Shut up, no I’m not!”  I was a little embarrassed.  He had given me a compliment on my looks, his first ever, outside of when I asked him how something I was wearing looked.  But this was the first he offered freely.  And it was on my body.

                “Listen, I need to talk to you, “ he said, sitting up.  I knew from his tone he was serious.  “Take a seat.”  I accepted his offer, and sat next to him.  He turned and looked me in the eye.  “I know this is going to sound corny as shit, and you probably don’t want to listen to me, but I need to get this out.”

                This was turning a little weird.  But I didn’t say anything.  My brother was a great guy, and he was a sweetheart.  I gave him the benefit of the doubt.

                “You really are looking good.  And I’m not saying that as your brother.  But I am saying that you need to watch out, okay?  Guys are fucking stupid, and they don’t care who they hurt, especially high school boys,” he put his arm around my shoulder, pulled me in close.  I could feel his muscles wrapped around my neck.  He was super strong, but also gentle.  “You know that I’m always here for you, and that I will never let anyone hurt you, right?”  I nodded.  “Good,” he replied, “don’t be afraid to come to me if anyone ever gives you any shit.”

                I was blushing by now.  I had never known that he was so protective.  I mean, I knew he was protective, but I didn’t realize that he was willing to be “that” kind of brother that pulled me aside and talked to me like a friend.  I was seriously touched.  “Thanks,” was all I could say.

                “You really are beautiful.”

                “Thank you.”  I looked him in the eyes again.  Call it heat-stroke, or whatever you want, but I was able to see the guy that was able to attract so many girls.

                “I mean it.”

                “I know.”  I went to kiss his cheek, but I hesitated an inch from his face.  Don’t ask me why.  It just happened.  And it happened as I was looking him in the eye. 

                He leaned forward and kissed my lips.  I kissed him back.

                Now, we never ever talked about that kiss.  It was a moment in time that was perfect, and we didn’t need to mess that up.  But if it hadn’t been for the fact that I hesitated, then nothing would have ever happened.  But I did hesitate, and I could never figure out why.  But I am glad I did.

                We kissed for minutes.  It was amazing.  I had never kissed a guy before outside of the childish dares behind the school.  This was real, and it was hot.  And he knew what to do.  I was clumsy, but he was able to control and direct me with his lips and tongue.  He leaned into me and I pushed back.

                I reached up with my hand and placed it on his chest.  He was solid as a rock, and I could feel every muscle.  I felt his chest and his abs.  He was a god.

                He pulled me closer with his arm, and placed his free hand softly on my breast.  I leaned into him, a natural reaction to his touch.  My nipples were hard, and I could feel his had pressing into them.  They tingled with that little pain you get right before you itch a mosquito bite.  It felt amazing.  He squeezed ever so gently, and I could feel my pussy begin to tingle with wetness. 

                Now, I was not a total prude at this point.  I had masturbated before, though not too often.  And I had seen some porn before.  I could imagine how this was supposed to go, but I decided to let him control everything.  I knew that it was wrong to want my brother, but I didn’t care.  I was so turned on that I probably couldn’t have told you my name at this point.  If he wanted me, I was ready.

                My brother was gentle.  He pulled away from me, leaned back and pulled down my bikini top, exposing one of my tits.  He leaned in and took my nipple in his mouth.  It felt so good to have him suck on me that I had to close my eyes as I shuddered from sheer joy.  His tongue was amazing as it licked and played with y erect nipple.  I felt myself getting wetter and wetter with each second.  Without even realizing it, I had my hand on my bikini bottoms, rubbing my pussy softly.  It took him a minute to notice, but when he did, he pulled away, and moved me onto my back. 

                Now I was laying on my back, one tit out, and rubbing my pussy.  My brother moved himself down to his knees between my legs and spread them far enough apart for his head to fit.  He pulled my bottoms to the side and saw my pussy.  Like I said, I had seen porn and was no prude.  I decided as soon as my pubic hair came in that it was not something I, or most guys wanted.  So when my brother first saw my wet pussy, it was as bald as the day I was born.  He took it in for a second, and then turned his eyes to look at me.  I stared straight back at him.  I couldn’t wait.  I thrust up my hips ever so slightly to let him know that I wanted him.  He took the hint and leaned forward and put his mouth over my pussy.  I felt his tongue dip into my wet hole, tasting my juices.  He sucked me as dry as he could, and then put his tongue on my clit and began to really eat me out.  I was in heaven.

                I couldn’t tell you how long he ate my pussy.  But it went on for a long time.  He was a pro for sure.  I had had an orgasm before, so I knew what was happening when I came three times from his tonguing my clit.  It was nothing like the orgasms I had when I masturbated.  They were beyond intense.  I had to bite on my hand to keep from yelling out.  And I swear my eyes rolled back into my head.

                Now, I also knew that, in porn, once a girl has been eaten out, she usually sucks the man’s cock.  And for some reason, I really wanted to try it.

                I pulled away from his mouth, and he looked at me with confusion.  “I want to suck you,” I said.  He smiled at that.  I sat up, and he stood up and moved next to me.  I pulled down his trunks, which, because of the netting in boys swim trunks, hid his erection.  When I pulled them down, I was literally stunned.  His cock was massive.  At least, as far as I knew, it was.  It almost hit me in the face when it sprung free.  I can tell you know that it was 8” long, and thick.  It looked like the cock of a porn star.  Naturally, I assumed this is how all cocks looked, and that he was average.  Now I know better.

                He grabbed my shoulders and moved me so that I could kneel on the patio with him sitting.  When I was in position, I looked at him, “I’ve never sucked one before.”

                “That’s okay,” he said, “Let me help.”

                He grabbed my hand and placed it at the base of his shaft.  It was so hard.  I could feel the blood pumping into it, and it was warmer than I expected.  He moved my hand in a motion that I recognized.

                “Stroke it for me.  It feels good.”

                So I did.  I sat there, on the patio behind our house, stroking my brother’s 8”cock in the sun.  Instincts started to kick in again, and I started to read his body movements as I jacked him off.  I was tightening my grip a little, speeding up and slowing down as he pulsed in my hand.  It felt good.  It felt right.  But it was beyond wrong.  So was what I did next.

                I paused my hand at the base of his shaft, and I took in the sight.  He was massive.  Thick and long.  I wanted it.  So I leaned over and placed my mouth over the tip of his throbbing dick and closed my lips around him.  It tasted a little salty, and I knew that was from pre-cum.  For some reason, this made me a little proud that I could make my brother this excited.  I made sure to use my free hand to take care of my pussy while I sucked him.

                My brother put one hand on top of my head, gently, and started to push me down.  I could only take him three fourths of the way.  His cock was so thick and long  that I started to gag on him.  He felt me bgin to choike and pulled his hand away.  I pulled off slowly, looked him in the eye, and said, “You are huge.”

                “Thanks,” he said.  “It feels good to be in your mouth.”

                I gave him a sly smile at that and went back to work.

                I went down on him once more, this time taking my time and sucking him slowly.  He told me to use my tongue, so I did.  It felt good to have his thick, rock-hard cock inside my mouth.  He tasted warm and salty, and it was amazing.  I could feel the blood pumping with my lips and it turned me on.  I began to speed up, and I could feel him tightening his body.  I knew what that meant.  I didn’t want him to cum in my mouth.  Not yet, at least, so I pulled my mouth off of him and started stroking him.

                “Are you going to cum?”  I asked.  He only nodded, biting his lip.  I pulled down my top so that both of my tits were in full view.  My porn knowledge came back to me as I jacked his hard cock.  “Cum on my tits.  Cum all over me.  I want to feel your cum on me.”  I jacked him harder and harder.  Faster and faster.

                Finally, I could feel him swelling up, his cock stopped throbbing for a split second, and I leaned forward.  He grabbed his cock out of my hands and aimed it as his hot, sticky load shot across my chest, dripping down my stomach.  After the last shot had come out, I leaned forward and took his cock back into my mouth.  I had never tasted cum before, so I was curious.  It was a lot saltier than the pre-cum, and a lot warmer than I was expecting.  But it felt right.  Because it was for me.

                I sucked him until I was sure he was dry.  He started to go limp in my mouth, and I knew that he needed some time to recover.

                “Let’s go inside,” he said.

                “Okay,” I replied.  “That was fun.” 

                He grabbed my hand and pulled me up.  “I don’t think the fun is over yet.”

                He kissed me softly and led me inside.

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