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I tried to keep one eye closed to limit my double vision as I drove on the side streets toward home.  I was returning from my boyfriend’s house, or should I say ex-boyfriend’s house.  Doug and I had a big fight because I wouldn’t go all the way with him.

We’d spent most of the evening drinking and watching television.  We made out, and I even gave him a head job, but he insisted on more.  Finally, I just left his house.  I’d planned on staying and sleeping on his couch so I wouldn’t have to drive, but I was pissed, and I did something I knew was wrong.

I don’t know how I managed to get the car in the driveway, but I did.  While I had a good buzz, I wasn’t falling-down drunk.  I turned off the car and sat there for a few minutes while trying to get my head straight.  For a moment, I considered sleeping in the car, but I needed the bathroom.

Being as quiet as I could, I entered the house.  I stumbled when I walked upstairs and almost ended up on my butt.  Fortunately, my parents slept soundly and probably didn’t hear me.  Unfortunately, my brother did.

Our two-story house had four bedrooms on the second floor.  Our parents’ room was at the end of the hall to the right of the landing.  To the left of the landing were three more bedrooms, mine, my brother’s, and a guest room.  My parents had a private bathroom in theirs.  The other three bedrooms shared the two other bathrooms. 

“What’s going on?” Kyle said when he stepped out of his bedroom.  He took one look at me and shook his head.  “Shit, Ashley, your drunk!”

Knowing I couldn’t deny it, I just shrugged my shoulders.  I felt myself weaving and leaned against the hallway wall for support.  Kyle moved closer, and I had to look up to see his face.

“How did you get home?” Kyle said as he put his arm around me and moved us into my bedroom.  He closed the door while holding me against his side.

I don’t know what possessed me to tell my brother the truth, but I said, “Um, I drove.”

“You drove our car in your condition?”  I nodded.  “You’re in so much trouble!  Mom and Dad are going to take away your driving privileges until you’re twenty-one.  You know the rules.”

Even as buzzed as I was, I knew what my brother said was true.  When I turned sixteen and got my driver’s license, my parents laid down the law: no breaking curfew and no drinking and driving.  Coming home late would remove my right to drive for a couple of weeks.  Driving after drinking would prevent me from driving until I turned twenty-one.

My brother and I shared the car.  We’d worked out a schedule, each of us taking our turns.  Kyle wanted Dad to get a second car, but Dad said we couldn’t.  For fifteen months, my brother had the car to himself.  Then I got my license, and we started taking turns.  I knew if my parents found out about my stupidity, my brother would have exclusive use of the car for the next year and a half.

Panic began to set in, and I tried to figure out what to do.  One of my dad’s rules was if one of us lied about the other drinking and driving, we’d both lose the car.  There was no way Kyle would lie for me, not if it meant he’d lose the car.

Taking a deep breath, I said, “Kyle, if you help me, I’ll do anything you want.”

My brother’s head snapped up, and he looked into my blue eyes.  “Anything?”  When I swallowed and nodded, Kyle smiled and moved me to my bed.  He sat me down and went to my desk.

I sat on the bed while my brother rummaged around on my desk.  He sat down and began writing on a piece of paper.  After several minutes, he stood up and told me to sit at my desk.  He used the pen to point at the paper and then gave me the pen.

Trying to focus, I read what Kyle wrote.

I, Ashley Riley, on this date drove after drinking.  In return for my Brother Kyle’s help, I agree to do  ANYTHING he wants for two days on the days of his choice.

Further, if I refuse to comply with Kyle’s demands, I will admit to drinking and driving and tell my parents.

Looking up, I said, “You expect me to sign this?”  Kyle nodded.

“Yes, this is a contract between you and me.  I don’t want you forgetting what you said after you sober up.”

I reread the paper, and then, in a moment of weakness, I signed and dated it.  Kyle took the paper, folded it, and put it in his pocket.

“Where is your cell phone?” Kyle said.

“Um, in my purse.”

Kyle took out my cell phone and sent himself a text.  He answered his phone and texted my phone back.

“There, I sent me a text from you asking me to come to get you at your friend’s house.  I sent back a text saying I would.  Don’t erase the text.  If Dad or Mom says anything, I’ll tell them I walked over to Doug’s house and drove you home.”

I shook my head.  “You have to say you walked to Lorie’s house.  I was supposed to be at her house tonight.  If Mom finds out I was planning to stay at Doug’s house, she’ll ground me forever.”

“You planned to spend the night at your boyfriend’s house?” Kyle said.

“My ex-boyfriend’s house, I broke up with him.  That’s why I drove home.”

“Why did you break up with him?”

“I don’t want to talk about it, Kyle.  I want to go to sleep,” I said.

Kyle nodded.  He looked at me and started chuckling.  “Um, you better wash your hair before you talk to Mom or Dad in the morning.”

Kyle flipped my light brown hair and left my bedroom.  I went to the bathroom to put on my pajamas and take a much-needed pee.  Looking in the mirror, I gasped.  There was a large glob of dried cum in my hair.  I picked at it for a few moments, pulling most of the goo out of my hair.  I couldn’t help giggling as I thought about how it got there.

Doug and I were messing around in his bedroom.  He had my top up and was playing with my breasts while I jacked him off.  Doug pushed my head down and asked me to suck his cock.  I bobbed my head on his cock for a few minutes.  When he started moaning, I knew it wouldn’t be long before he came.  I didn’t like his cum in my mouth, and I wouldn’t swallow it.  Most of the time, I finished him with my hand, shooting his semen onto his stomach.

The first spurt surprised me, and I jerked my head back.  The next shot hit my face, and apparently, my hair.  I remember wiping my face and laughing.  Doug and I began making out again.  He got his hand into my pants and played with my pussy.  I was very turned on and a bit drunk, but when he said he wanted to fuck me, I moved away.

We argued, and then I left.  Technically, I wasn’t a virgin.  When I started dating Doug, I decided he’d be the one.  I knew the first time would hurt, and I didn’t want it to, so I took care of it myself.

One night, after a long make-out session with Doug, I went home and took a bath.  I was still horny and started playing with myself.  As my climax neared, I shoved two fingers into my pussy.  The sharp pain from ripping my hymen put a damper on my orgasm. But after a few minutes, the pain subsided, and I started fingering myself again.

The next time I masturbated, I used the handle of my hairbrush.  I started with my fingers but wanted to get deeper.  The hairbrush’s thick handle provided me with the pleasure I was looking for at the moment. After a few times, I needed something else.  I thought about what I could use and decided I should buy a vibrator, but I never did.

My relationship with Doug progressed.  We added mutual masturbation to the mix.  When we could, we would fondle each other, using our hands and fingers to make each other cum.  Knowing Doug and I would soon take things to the next level, I went on the pill.  Many of my friends told their mothers they had troubles with their periods, but I didn’t.  Mom was very understanding when I told her I knew someday I would have sex, and I wanted to be protected.

I removed my blouse, jeans, and bra, dropping them into the hamper.  For a moment, I thought about taking a shower but decided against it.  I put on my pajamas, pulling the bottoms up over my full hips.  While I wasn’t fat, I wasn’t skinny either.  I thought I looked good even if I was only five four.  Giggling, I pulled the top over my head and down over my firm breasts.  I thought about the many times Doug played with my boobs and how much I liked it when he did.    

I went to my room and climbed into bed.  The next thing I knew, I heard my mom calling for me.

“Okay, Mom, I’ll be there in a few minutes,” I said.

When I sat up, I thought I was going to be sick.  I held my throbbing head and tried to get it together.  Moving slowly, I went to the bathroom and took a shower.  A half-hour later, I walked downstairs.

“Good morning, Ashley.  How are you this morning?” Mom said.  Dad looked up from the paper and smiled at me.

“I’m okay,” I said.  Glancing at Kyle, I raised my eyebrows.

“I was just telling Mom and Dad about last night,” Kyle said.  I felt my stomach flip as I wondered what he’d said.

Not knowing what to say, I just nodded and took a sip of my orange juice.  Kyle smiled at me and then turned to Dad.

“Anyway, as I said, Ash texted me last night and asked me to pick her up from her friend's house.  When I got there, she told me someone spiked her soda, and she didn’t want to drive.  I walked over there and drove her home,” Kyle said.

“I’m very proud of you, Ashley.  You did the right thing,” Dad said.

Mom placed a platter of pancakes on the table.  I took two of them and some bacon.  While I ate, I couldn’t help smiling.  My brother not only bailed me out, but he also made me a hero.  After breakfast, I helped Kyle do the dishes.  Mom and Dad sat at the table, talking about an upcoming golf outing.

“I hope you two remember your mother and I are going away.  We’re meeting a group of friends at a golf resort and spending the weekend.  I was worried about leaving you guys home, but after hearing about last night, I don’t think we have to be concerned.

“Isn’t it next weekend?” I said.

“No, Honey, it’s two weeks from now,” Mom said.

“Mom and I are leaving on Friday afternoon.  We’ll be back the following Monday.  We’ll leave you money and make sure there’s food in the house,” Dad said.

Mom and Dad left the kitchen.  I looked at my brother, and it took everything I had to keep from hugging him.  “Thank you so much,” I whispered.

“No problem, just don’t forget our arrangement.  You owe me big time,” Kyle whispered back to me.

Then I remembered part of the night I had seemingly forgotten.  My mouth started moving, but nothing came out.  Kyle just gave me a goofy grin and left the room.  I sat down, buried my face in my hands, and thought about what he had in store for me.

It wasn’t as if I’d agreed to do his chores. I said I would do whatever he wanted me to do.  I couldn’t even think about how stupid I’d been to agree to his request.

For the rest of the weekend, I tried to talk to Kyle, but he wouldn’t speak to me.  By Monday, I was at my wit's end.  After Mom and Dad left for work, I confronted my brother.

“Kyle, please tell me what you’re planning.  I’m going nuts,” I said.

“I’ll let you know as soon as I decide.  I’m still thinking about what I want in return for lying to Mom and Dad and saving your ass.”  Kyle flipped my hair and said, “Don’t worry, it won’t be something you’ve never done before.”

Again my mouth flapped.  I might have been a little tipsy, but I remembered my brother pointing out the cum in my hair.  Shaking my head, I decided even Kyle wasn’t so low or perverted he’d want sex with me.

Over the next few days, I paid close attention to Kyle.  When he looked at me, he leered and moved his eyes over my body.  He reminded me of the older men at the mall when they seemed to try to undress me as I walked around.  My girlfriends and I would laugh and make fun of them.  Kyle’s gazes were just as disconcerting.

Kyle and I had always been relatively close.  We would talk and help each other with our homework.  We each had our own friends and didn’t hang around with the same crowd.

I could never remember my brother acting as he was or looking at me like he did.  My brother not only started looking at me strangely, but he also seemed to make contact at every opportunity.  His actions were subtle, but he would brush against me or touch me when we talked.  More than once, he would put his hand on my arm or shoulder while he gazed at me, letting his eyes drift from my face to my breasts. 

It was the following Thursday when I overheard Kyle talking to his friend on the telephone.  I stood around the corner from the kitchen, eavesdropping on his conversation.

“Hank, we’re having a party here a week from Friday.  My parents will be out of town.  I have a surprise planned for you guys,” Kyle said.

A moment later, Kyle said, “Yeah, I talked to Dave and Larry too.  They said they’d be here.”

I leaned against the wall, wondering what my brother was up to.  Then Kyle said, “I’ll take care of it.  I need you to pick up the condoms.”

My head snapped up.

“No, you better get two dozen.  After all, there will be four of us,” Kyle said, then he laughed.  “Don’t worry, Hank, none of us will be virgins after next weekend.”

When I heard my brother saying goodbye, I ran up to my room.  Sitting on my bed, I realized if Kyle had a party, I would be able to counter the stupid agreement I’d made with him.  Now all I had to do was figure out how to catch him.

On Friday night, Kyle went out.  I stayed home and watched television with my parents.  At ten, they went to bed after Mom reminded me we were cleaning the house the next day.

Kyle came in at about eleven-thirty.  He sat on the couch and asked what I was watching.

“It’s just the end of a dumb movie.  What do you have planned for next weekend while Mom and Dad are gone?” I said.

“I thought I’d hang around here.  I might have a few friends stop by, but I don’t have any plans.”

“I think one of my friends is throwing a party.  If you’re going to be here, I can use the car,” I said.

Kyle smiled at me as he shook his head.  “I wouldn’t make any plans, Ash.  In case you’ve forgotten, you owe me two days.  I plan to collect next weekend.  Do I need to remind you that you agreed to do anything I want you to do?”

“Can’t we just forget it, Kyle?”

“Not a chance.  I stuck my neck out for you.  Now it’s time for you to make good.”

“Will you tell me what you want from me?” I said.

Shaking his head, Kyle grinned and said, “Sorry, it’s a surprise.”

Kyle got up and left me sitting with my head in my hands.  I remembered his conversation with his friend Hank and how he told his friend he had a surprise for him and his other friends.  I felt sick when I realized I was the surprise.

On Saturday, while I was cleaning the house, I pulled the sheets off my brother’s bed.  As I tucked in the clean sheets, I felt something under the mattress.  I pulled out a men’s magazine and started giggling.  My brother liked looking at porn.  Sitting on the edge of the bed, I flipped through the magazine.  I noticed several of the corners of the pages were folded.  I opened it to one of the pages, freezing when I saw the photos.

I couldn’t believe what I was looking at.  On the page was a picture of a girl and two men.  One of them knelt behind her while the other man pushed his cock into her mouth.  As I continued looking, I saw a bunch of pictures of multiple men with one girl.  I couldn’t help gasping when I saw a picture of a girl with three men.  They had their cocks in her ass, pussy, and her mouth.

Closing the magazine, I stuck it back under the mattress.  I finished changing my brother’s sheets and tried to decide if the magazine was meant to excite my brother or if it was a guide for what he planned for me.

I finished cleaning the house with my mom.  Sitting in the kitchen, I watched my brother cutting the grass in the backyard.  Shaking my head, I decided even Kyle couldn’t be that perverted.  After all, I was his sister!

By Monday, I was beginning to worry.  My brother seemed to be very secretive when he talked on the phone.  If I walked into the room, Kyle whispered to whomever he was talking to.  Without making it obvious, I finished in the kitchen and went out so I could listen to his conversations.

During the day, Kyle continued to stare at me.  He spent time away from the house, telling me he was going to hang around with his friends.  On Thursday, one day before my parents were leaving for the weekend, I took a basket of laundry to Kyle’s room.  Before I left his bedroom, I snooped around.

I looked through my brother’s drawers for the contract he made me sign.  I thought if I could find it and destroy the evidence, Kyle couldn’t make me do whatever he planned to do.  I opened the bottom drawer of his dresser and spotted a white paper bag.  I looked in the bag and saw several boxes of condoms.  None of them were open.  Knowing my brother didn’t have a girlfriend convinced me I knew what they were for.

Mom and Dad came home from work at noon on Friday.  They packed their car and told Kyle and me goodbye.  After reminding us not to trash the house and to behave, they left.

Kyle and I waved to my parents and went inside.  I tried to remain calm, but I couldn’t.  Finally, I confronted Kyle.

“Just what do you have planned for tonight?” I said as I stood with my hand on my hips.

“Not much, I’m having a few friends over.”

“What about me?” I said.

Smiling, Kyle said, “I’ll let you know what I want from you in a little while.”

“What time are your friends coming over?”

“Not for a few hours.  Just relax, I’ll let you know what and when.”

“Kyle, I want you to forget about whatever you have planned.  You can’t make me do what you’re thinking,” I said.

“First, if you don’t want Mom and Dad to find out you drove after drinking, you’ll do what I tell you to do.  You’re right, I can’t make you do anything, but you know I’ll tell if you don’t.”  Kyle smiled at me and walked away.

At five, Kyle knocked on my bedroom door.  I told him to come in.

“It’s time for you to start getting ready, Ash.  I want you to dress very sexily tonight.  You know, short skirt, nice top, stockings, and heels.”

“I’m not going to do it, Kyle.  I don’t care if you tell Mom and Dad.  I’m not a slut, and you can’t make me do anything with you or your friends,” I said.

“Suit yourself, Ash.  If you change your mind, make sure you’re ready by six-thirty.”  Kyle’s look told me he wasn’t kidding.

Kyle left my bedroom.  I sat on the bed, trying to decide what to do.  If all Kyle wanted me to do is dress sexy and maybe strip, I wouldn’t be so concerned.  After seeing the magazine and the stash of condoms, I was sure he had more in mind.

Getting up, I paced back and forth in my room.  I didn’t want to do what Kyle expected, whatever it was, but I didn’t want to lose my driving privileges either.  Maybe if I let Kyle and his friends see me and even feel me up, I could handle it. Perhaps if I didn’t have to do anything other than what I’d done with Doug, I could get through the night, and everything would be forgotten.

As I pondered my choices, I began undressing.  I removed my top and shorts and then looked at myself in the mirror.  Twisting and turning, I stared at my reflection.  I put my hands under my breasts, holding the firm grapefruit-size mounds.  After removing my bra, I shook my shoulders and watched my breasts jiggle.

I put on my robe and headed for the bathroom.  I took a shower, fixed my hair, and put on my makeup.  All the while, I played a game of mental ping pong.  Thinking about the few boys I’d dated, I realized I was usually the one in power.  No matter what they wanted, I was the one who decided what we’d do together.  If I didn’t want a boy to touch my breasts, I didn’t allow my dates to feel me up.

As I headed back to my room, I began feeling empowered.  I decided if things didn’t seem to be going the way I wanted them to, I could always go to my room and put an end to whatever was happening.

In my room, I rummaged through my dresser drawer.  I found my sexiest bra and matching panties.  After putting them on, I sat on the bed to put on a pair of thigh-high stockings.  I felt as if I was in a fog while dressing.  After I’d put on my shortest skirt and a semi see-through blouse, I didn’t feel it was me.  Standing in front of my mirror, I started snickering.

“Okay, if my brother wants a slut sister, I won’t disappoint him!  I’m going to make Kyle sorry he ever thought of what he’s planning,” I said aloud.

A few minutes later, I heard the doorbell.  I strained to hear, but couldn’t.  My mind reeled as I thought about what lay ahead.  Mostly, I was scared to death.  In addition to my fear, I was upset with my brother and the idea he would make me have sex, or whatever he wanted, with his friends.  The strangest thing of all was despite my fear and anger, I was also excited.

“Hey, Ashley, are you about ready?” Kyle yelled up the stairs.

“I’ll be right there,” I said.  I wanted to call my brother an asshole, but I didn’t.

I put on a pair of high heels and started for the stairs.  On my way, I looked into my parents’ room.  I stopped in my tracks when I noticed the blankets and comforter were on the floor, and the white bag I’d found in my brother’s room was on the nightstand.  Moving closer to the open door, I saw our camcorder on a tripod pointed toward the king-size bed.  For a moment, I thought about turning back, but I was so pissed off I didn’t.  Somehow, I was going to make sure things blew up in my dickhead brother’s face.

As I started down the stairs, I heard music.  It was loud enough I couldn’t hear anyone talking.  I went slowly, thinking about how I was going to embarrass my brother in front of his friends.

“Where are you, Kyle?” I said when I reached the bottom of the stairs.

“I’m in the family room.”

I walked down the hall, pausing and shaking my head.  How could I even think I could go through with what my perverted brother and his friends had planned for me?  I knew all three of Kyle’s friends.  When I was younger, I had a crush on all three of them at one time or another.  At the time, I was just Kyle’s younger sister, and none of them seemed to notice me.

“Are you coming?” Kyle said from the family room.

Giggling to myself, I thought, “No, and neither are you or your friends.”

Taking a deep breath, I started moving toward the family room.  I planned to start calling my brother and his friends dirty names and ask them how they could even think I would do anything with them.

“Hi, Ash,” Kyle said when I walked into the room.

Looking around, I saw a pizza box on the coffee table and two cans of soda.  Kyle wore his nice slacks and a short-sleeve button-down shirt.  He pointed at the couch, and I sat down, holding my skirt to keep from exposing too much.

“Um, where are your friends?” I mumbled.

“They’re not here,” Kyle said.  He opened the pizza box, put a slice on a plate, and handed it to me.

I was surprised Kyle ordered my favorite pizza.  I took the plate and put it on the coffee table.  “Thanks, but I don’t have much of an appetite.  When are Dave, Larry, and Hank going to be here?”

Kyle took a bit of his pizza, smiled, and then shrugged his shoulders.  I started to ask him what was going on, but his lopsided grin told me it wasn’t what I thought.  Fighting the urge to grin, I picked up my plate and took a bit of pizza.  Kyle avoided eye contact with me while we ate.  I felt the cat was out of the bag, but the fact my brother kept looking at the clock made me think differently.

When we finished eating, I took the leftover pizza and plates to the kitchen.  After washing my hands, I went back to the family room.  As I walked in, Kyle closed his cell phone and put it on the table.  I sat down and waited to see what would happen next.

Kyle fidgeted on the couch a few feet away from me.  I was going nuts inside as I thought about what would happen when his friends got there.  I was sure the phone call was to tell the other boys to come over.  We sat in silence for almost a half-hour and listened to music.

“Kyle, would you please tell me what’s going on.  What are you going to do?”  I looked at my brother and noticed his smile.  “Um, I saw what you did in Mom and Dad’s room.”

Kyle smiled and nodded.  I suddenly realized for the last two weeks, he’d been setting me up.  There wasn’t anyone coming over.  It was also when I decided to get even with my conniving brother.

“Well, are you going to tell me when your friends are going to get here?  It’s getting late,” I said.  It was only a little after seven o’clock.

Kyle began chuckling.  “No one is coming over tonight, Ash.”

It was all I could do to keep from laughing.  I twisted on the couch, making sure my short skirt rode up my legs.  “They’re not?  Why not, I was looking forward to the party.”

Kyle’s eyes opened wider.  “You were?”

“Yeah, I sure was.  I mean, how often does a girl get a chance to have sex with four cute boys?  After everything you’ve been doing for the past two weeks, I thought I was going to have fun tonight.”

“Do you really think I would ask you to have sex with my friends?”

It was getting hard not to laugh.  “Well, yeah!  I mean, I agreed to do ANYTHING you wanted.  I thought you wanted me to have sex with your friends.  I agreed to your contract, after all.”

“God, how can you say that?  You’re my sister!”

“So, I’m a girl too, aren’t I?”  Kyle nodded and looked away.  I bit the inside of my cheek so I wouldn’t laugh.  I was enjoying watching my brother’s discomfort.  Getting up, I moved closer to Kyle and then sat on his lap.  I put my arms around his neck, hugging him.  “Oh, I see.  You didn’t want to share.  You want me all to yourself.”

Kyle put his hands on my sides and tried to push me off his lap.  I wasn’t finished teasing him and decided to keep it up for a few more minutes.  Hugging him so he couldn’t push me off his lap, I turned my head toward his.  When he looked at me, I kissed him.  His body stiffened as he tried to move his head, but I kept my mouth locked with his.

I’d never thought about kissing Kyle before, but at the moment, I wanted to make sure to make him as uncomfortable as I’d been for the past two weeks.  What I didn’t plan on was the way kissing him made me feel.  It was as if we weren’t related, and it disturbed me.  What made me even more unsettled was the way my body reacted to the kiss.  I knew I should stop, but I couldn’t.  Instead, I pressed my tongue against his lips.

Kyle’s mouth opened as he accepted my tongue.  Suddenly, things went into slow motion.  The music faded, replaced with the sound of my pounding heart and the rushing of blood in my ears.  I stabbed my tongue into my brother’s mouth, he did the same to me.  Our arms tightened around one another, and we both began squirming.  Kyle moved one of his hands from my side to the back of my head.  He held my mouth against his and stroked my hair.

I began moaning and sucking on Kyle’s tongue.  We gasped for air, parting our mouths, but not our tongues.  Kyle finally pulled his head back and looked into my eyes.  I smiled and batted my eyelashes.

“What was that?” Kyle said.

“That, my dear brother, was the best kiss I’ve ever had.”  I gave him a peck.  “I hope it was just one of many more to come.”

Kyle gave me a goofy grin.  “It was sure hot for me.”  He diverted his eyes.  “I guess it’s pretty sad.  Not only was it the best kiss I’ve had, but it was also my first.”

“I don’t think it’s sad, Kyle.  I’m honored.  I thought you and what’s her name, you know, the girl you took to prom, made out with each other.”

Kyle shook his head.  “I gave her a kiss goodnight, but it wasn’t anything like what we just did.  It was more like kissing Grandma.”

Giggling, I said, “Well, at least you didn’t say it was like kissing your sister.”

Smiling, Kyle nodded.  “What now?”

I thought for a moment, wondering how far I was willing to go.  On the one hand, Kyle was my brother, and fooling around with him was taboo.  On the other hand, Kyle had just kissed me better than any boy I’d ever kissed.  Even though it was his first real kiss, it was beautiful.

Moving my head to his shoulder, I nuzzled his neck.  He gently stroked my back, holding me on his lap with his other hand.  While I tried to come to grips with what I wanted, Kyle flexed his fingers against my hip.  In the past, while making out with Doug, I’d been turned on, but never as turned on as I was at the moment.  I don’t know if it was because of the fact we were breaking the taboo of sibling attraction or something else.  One thing I was sure of is how safe I felt in my brother’s arms.

I kissed Kyle’s neck and then his ear.  He hugged me closer to him, moving his hands over my back and hip.  Deciding to put the ball in his court, I whispered, “The contract says anything you want.”

Kyle pulled me to his mouth, and we kissed tenderly, flicking our tongues together.  He pulled away and looked into my eyes.  “So, we can kiss?”

“Anything.”

Kyle moved his hand from my back and stroked my cheek.  He kissed me again, making me want to melt.  His fingers tickled my neck, then covered one of my breasts with his hand.  He gently massaged my boob and increased the intensity of our kiss.

Our lips remained close as Kyle gently squeezed my breast.  “Is this okay?” Kyle said.

“Anything.”  I pressed my mouth against his and kissed him.

Kyle and I kept kissing as he moved his hand from one of my breasts to the other.  Unlike Doug, he never gripped me too tightly.  I didn’t have to tell him to be gentle.  His hand moved from my breasts to my stomach.  I moaned as he moved lower, started stroking my leg, and sliding his hand toward my overheated crotch.  Kyle moved slowly, so slow it was agonizing.  As his hand crept closer to my pussy, I parted my legs.

I moaned into Kyle’s mouth when his hand pressed against my pussy.  Before he could say a word, I pulled my head back and said, “Anything.”

Kyle rubbed me for a moment and then removed his hand.  He took my chin, kissed my nose, and looked into my eyes.

“Would you like to go someplace more comfortable?” Kyle said.

I grinned and said, “Anywhere.”

Kyle scooped me up in his arms.  I held him around his neck as he carried me upstairs.  I snuggled against my brother when we headed into our parents’ bedroom.  He sat on the bed, keeping me on his lap.  Our mouths met, and we kissed each other.  As we kissed, we moved around until we stretched out next to one another.

I started unbuttoning Kyle’s shirt.  As soon as I had all of the buttons undone, I ran my hand over his chest.  I felt his muscles flex, and he moaned when I touched his nipple.  He removed his hand from my breast and began unbuttoning my blouse.

Lifting his body and supporting himself on one arm, Kyle seemed almost reverent as he slowly fingered each of the round buttons.  I smiled as I watched him pull my blouse open and expose my bra covered breasts.  Using two fingers, he traced the lacey edge of the cups and my breasts.  He moved his fingers between my mounds, causing me to shiver.

Kyle’s eyes never left my chest as I sat up, removed my blouse, then unfastened my bra.  I pulled the black garment down my arms, dropping it on the floor next to the bed.  Taking Kyle’s cheeks between my hands, I kissed him.

My brother’s breathing seemed labored as he stared at my breasts.  He moved his hand under one, cupping it and running his thumb over my hardening nipple.

“You’re so beautiful, Ash.”

“Thanks, I’m glad you like my boobs.”  I couldn’t help giggling.  I removed Kyle’s shirt and hugged him.

The feeling of our bare chests pressed together sent me even higher than I already was.  Kyle rubbed my back as I moved my breasts against his chest.  As we continued kissing, it kept getting better.

Kyle jumped when I moved one of my hands to his crotch.  I rubbed him, feeling his hard cock through his slacks.  When I tugged at his belt, we separated.  I knelt on the bed as I undid his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled his zipper down.  Then it was my turn to stare.

I pulled his cock out through the fly of his boxers, wrapped my hand around the shaft, and gently stroked the length of the most beautiful cock I’d ever seen.  Compared to Doug, Kyle’s was huge.  My brother began responding to my stroking and humped his hips off the bed.  I knew what was about to happen and wanted to wait.  Kyle looked like I’d just taken his favorite toy when I removed my hand.

Rising up on my knees, I unhooked my skirt and lowered the zipper.  Kyle watched for a moment and then began shucking his pants.  A moment later, we knelt there in our underwear—Kyle, in his boxers and me in my bikini panties and thigh-high stockings.  We stared at each other, examining one another’s bodies.  I grinned, remembering the last time we saw each other in our undies was when I was about eight or nine.

I hooked my thumbs in my panties and wiggled my hips as I started pushing them down.  Kyle grinned, slipped his hands into the sides of his underwear, and moved them down a little.  Both of us smiled as we slowly exposed the rest of our bodies to each other.  Kyle’s cock bobbed up and smacked his stomach when he caught it in the waistband of his boxers and then released it.

Walking on our knees, we came together in a firm hug.  I moved my hands to my brother’s ass, pulling him closer.  He put his hands on my bottom and kneaded my cheeks.  We stared into each other’s eyes and smiled.

“This is so exciting, weird, but exciting,” Kyle said.

“What’s weird?  Being naked together or the fact you’re my brother?”

Shaking his head, Kyle said, “This isn’t going to come out the way I want it to.  What’s weird is the fact I don’t think it’s weird.”

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?  Isn’t this what you were thinking of when you had me sign the contract?”

Kyle held my ass with one hand and rubbed my back with the other.  He gave me a kiss and shrugged his shoulders.  “Yeah, I guess I was thinking of something like this, but after I thought about it, I realized we could never do anything together.”

“What about all those things I heard you saying on the phone?”  I chuckled and pointed at the bag on the nightstand.  “What about those things and the magazine I found between your mattresses?”

Kyle hugged me and laughed.  “They’re all part of the joke, Ash.  I knew you were eavesdropping when I was on the phone.  There wasn’t anyone on the other end.  I knew you’d find the condoms and the magazine.  You’ve always been nosy.”

Kyle stopped laughing.  “This wasn’t supposed to go this far.  I wanted you to think about what you did, but I never planned to make you do anything.  Ash, you’re my sister, and I love you.  Please believe me when I tell you I would never hurt you.”

I started to say something, but Kyle put his finger to my lips.  “I’m so confused right now, Ash.  Part of me knows we should stop and get dressed.  Another part of me wants to keep going.  We both know if we keep going, we can never change what happens.  As much as I want to, I can’t take the chance of you hating me.”

Kyle stopped talking.  I sat there for a moment, waiting to see if he was going to say anything else.  When he didn’t, I gave him a kiss.

“What part of you wants to stop?”  I wiggled against his erection.  “I think I know what part wants to keep going.”

“You’re so wrong, Ash.  My head wants to stop because clear thinking tells me we should.  My heart wants to keep going because of the way I feel about you, because of how much I love you.”

I started crying and hugged Kyle so hard I don’t think he could breathe.  Of all the things he could have said, it was by far the sweetest.  I knew we couldn’t be a typical couple, but it didn’t change the way I was beginning to feel.  It was as if something hidden deep inside me was emerging.  While I’d never had un-sisterly thoughts about Kyle before, I certainly had them at the moment.

“You want to know something?” I said.

Kyle pulled his head back, looked into my eyes, and shrugged his shoulders.

“This is the first time I’ve been naked with a boy.”

“Really?  I thought you and Doug have done it before.”

“Nope, we never got naked together.  We did a lot of things, but not this.”

“If you haven’t noticed, you’re not naked.  You’re still wearing your stockings,” Kyle said, and then he grinned.

I chuckled, let go of my brother, and fell onto my back.  Holding one of my legs up, I rubbed my foot against his chest.  Kyle gazed between my legs, causing me to tingle.  “If you want me completely naked, you have to take them off.”

Kyle ran his hands from my ankle to my thigh.  He started rolling my thigh-high down my leg, pulling it off my foot.  I lifted my other leg so he could remove my last stitch of clothing.

I couldn’t help smiling as Kyle ran his hands and eyes over my body.  I reached up, put my arms around his neck, and pulled him down on top of me as we shared a kiss and rubbed our hands over each other.

Our kissing grew in passion.  As Kyle wiggled around, I felt his cock slip between my legs.  I knew if we kept doing what we were doing, neither of us would be virgin much longer.  As if they had a mind of their own, my legs parted.  I rolled my hips, feeling my brother’s cock pressing against my pussy.

I put my hands on his face, pushed Kyle up, and stared into his eyes.  Using the unspoken language of love, Kyle and I reached an agreement.  His cock entered me as we became one.  While we stared into each other’s eyes, we consummated our sibling relationship.

Kyle let out a moan, so did I.  He pushed into me, filling me with his cock.  I hooked my ankles together behind his butt and pulled him deeper.  Our lips met as we moved in the choreographed coupling only lovers could share.  We started slowly, but instinct quickly took over.  Kyle humped into me, sliding his cock in and out of my pussy.

As quickly as it began, our first time came to an end.  Kyle’s body tensed, and he shoved into me.  I felt his cock throbbing deep in my pussy as he reached his climax.  He grunted and groaned as he pushed against me, trying to get deeper.  I wrapped my arms around him, holding his quivering body.

Kyle lifted his head, and we kissed.  He kept his cock inside me as we shared our first kiss as lovers.  I held him as tightly as I could, hoping he’d never pull his cock out and leave me empty.

Raising himself on his extended arms, Kyle gazed down at me.  I smiled, so did he.  “I didn’t last very long, did I?”

“Baby, it was perfect.  It was wonderful!  I’m so glad we did it, Kyle.  I’m so glad it was you,” I said.

“Me too,” Kyle said.  We chuckled, then he wiggled.

“Hmmm, it feels like you’re still hard.”  Kyle grinned and nodded.  “What do you think we should do about it?”

Lowering his head, Kyle kissed me.  He began moving again, but without the urgency of the first time.  I held his shoulders as my brother stroked his cock in and out of my needy pussy.  He maintained a steady cadence as we made love for the second time.  I unhooked my legs and placed my feet on the bed so I could push up.  He moved onto his knees, held my hips, and drove in and out of me.

My first orgasm surprised me.  I felt it building as it did when I masturbated, but then I exploded.  My head flopped from side to side while I grunted out a series of unintelligible words.  Kyle didn’t stop moving as I felt my climax fade only to be replaced with another one.  I could hear myself babbling, but I had no idea what I was saying or trying to say.

Kyle came again.  I didn’t feel his cock throbbing this time, but I could see the contorted look on his face.  My pussy contracted around his cock, then my body went limp.  My arms fell to my sides, and my legs straightened.  Kyle lowered himself and kissed me so tenderly I thought I would cry.

My brother and I hugged and moved our sweaty bodies against each other.  His cock slipped out of my pussy, and I felt his semen leaking out and dripping down my butt.  It didn’t matter; I didn’t want Kyle to move.  His body pressing mine into the bed was comforting.  Once I caught my breath, I hugged Kyle.  He kissed my neck and shoulder as he gasped for air.  We remained together, falling asleep in each other’s arms.

When I awoke, Kyle was spooned against my back.  His arm hung over my side with his hand covering one of my breasts.  I pressed his hand against me, wiggling my ass against his crotch.  His cock swelled, growing between the cheeks of my bottom.  He let out a soft moan, hooked a leg over my legs, and wiggled against me.

I can’t remember being more content or happier.  Closing my eyes, I thought about what we did and what I wanted to do with Kyle.  If he was willing, I planned for us to jump into the world of sexual pleasure together.  If Kyle wanted me, I would do everything and anything we could think of.  Smiling, I fell asleep again.

Feeling the bed move, I opened my eyes.  Kyle sat on the edge of the mattress, looking at me.  Our eyes met, and we started grinning.  He leaned over, gave me a kiss, and said, “Hi.”

“Hi.  What time is it?” I said.

“Just after one in the morning.  I had to get up and use the bathroom.”

I slipped out of bed.  “It’s my turn.”

When I came back into the bedroom, I gave Kyle a hug.  “I think I need a shower.  I feel grungy.”

“I was thinking the same thing, but I was thinking of taking one with you,” Kyle said.

Nodding, I took his hand.  “Let’s see, it’s been about seven hours since I came downstairs last night, so you still have over a day and a half on the contract.  If you want me toTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.