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Tuesday had been hot and sunny, the best that Yorkshire had to offer. Deeply in love and desperate to please my new boyfriend, I had risen early, showered and re-shaved my armpits and legs just in case any close physical contact became possible.
I had dressed in a pair of my shortest, most revealing shorts and a cropped sleeveless top that I hoped would make me look like I had at least thought about growing boobs. I had brushed my hair and left it down as Jake liked it rather than pulling it into the ponytail I would normally have chosen and of course had used my most expensive, most sophisticated perfume.
I had even put on a little eye make-up and a discreet amount of lipstick; both things I would normally have avoided on a hot holiday like this.
But this was not a normal holiday at all!
If it had been the ‘normal’ family holiday that had been intended, the day would have seemed a perfect day. Remembering all the things we had enjoyed as young children – or rather which our parents had enjoyed taking us to – Mum and Dad took us on a nostalgic tour of museums, cafes, fishing villages, boat rides, street entertainers and other events we had all enjoyed for many years.
Doubtless in ‘normal’ circumstance I would have enjoyed this indulgence in family history too but this was not a ‘normal’ holiday at all. There was nothing ‘normal’ about the way my stepbrother Jake and I had spent our first night in the ancient fisherman’s cottage in which we were staying.
I had started the holiday a single girl; I now had my first serious boyfriend.
I had started the holiday a naïve, inexperienced virgin. Although I might still be naïve, I was now a lot less inexperienced and most certainly was no longer a virgin.
I had started the holiday with a good looking stepbrother with whom I had a tolerable relationship; I now had a drop-dead-gorgeous lover who I adored.
All of which made Tuesday’s ‘normality’ almost impossible to bear!
It was very hard pretending everything was normal for a whole, intense family day when all I wanted to do was hold hands with, kiss and cuddle with and ultimately make love with my first real boyfriend.
It was almost unbearable being so close to Jake but not able to touch each other, especially when we seemed to be surrounded by other couples doing all the things denied to us. We couldn’t even hold hands secretly in the back seat of the car after Mum nobly let Jake sit in the front ‘because he needed the legroom’.
We visited places together and had lunch and dinner as a family so the only way Jake and I could be alone was to go out for a walk late in the evening to ‘visit the arcade’ again as he unconvincingly put it. Fortunately our parents were so wrapped up in each other that they barely noticed our disappearance. Even then it was so busy in the streets, pubs and cafes that holding hands and a little light kissing and groping in dark corners was all we could manage.
“Maybe they’ll be at it again when we get back,” Jake suggested in an exasperated voice as we neared the cottage well after eleven o’clock.
Since their arrival at the cottage, Jake’s Dad and my Mum had been behaving like teenagers again; holding hands, teasing and giggling and even having rather noisy sex in the evenings when they thought we couldn’t hear. It was good for their relationship but was the sort of overt sexual behaviour that, before we had become lovers, Jake and I would have found repulsive.
“If they’re doing it again or if they’re asleep we might be able to have a bit of a cuddle in peace,” Jake continued as we passed through the low gate.
I pulled a face; it really was a strange holiday when you’re hoping your parents would be having sex so noisily that they wouldn’t notice you and your stepbrother doing the same.
But when we got back to the cottage Mum and Dad were still awake, cuddled together on the sofa like teenagers and watching a romantic movie on DVD. They sprang apart so very guiltily as we entered the room that I was certain they had been up to something less innocent too.
Reluctantly we joined them watching, the two of us obliged to sit at opposite sides of the room, Jake in an armchair while I curled on the sofa next to Mum in the space Dad had just hastily vacated.
I inspected my mother surreptitiously out of the corner of my eye. Her top and bra were slightly askew, her rather high cut shorts were crumpled but worst of all there was a small but distinct damp patch in her groin. She was trying to hide it with a cardigan but only succeeded in drawing my attention to it.
In normal circumstances this overt sign of sexual activity by my parents would have made me retch with embarrassment. Now all I could think was that I wished it had been Jake’s hands on my body; that it had been my top that was askew; that the dark patch had been on my shorts instead of Mum’s.
As it was, sitting across the room from each other, for Jake and me even to mouth sweet nothings to each other was impossible. After only half an hour of awkwardness, I decided to cut my losses and go to bed.
“Are you okay Amy?” Mum asked as I sulked my way to the door.
“I’m fine,” I lied. “I’m just tired; I caught the sun a bit too much today.”
“Sleep well!” Dad called.
I padded upstairs to my room. Once inside the bedroom, I felt very alone. Normally it felt good escaping from my family for a few hours but that night I didn’t want to escape from all of them; I wanted my brother Jake to be there with me.
It had been a difficult, tiring day; hot and frustrating. I was still confused and disturbed by my sexual awakening, uncertain what to do next, worried about the secret, illicit nature of my new-found relationship and frightened about what the future might hold.
One thing was certain; the Amy that stood alongside the bed that night was very different from the Amy that had left home only a few days ago.
Suddenly I felt the need to be cool and clean; to wash the heat and dust of the day off my skin. I grabbed a towel from the back of my chair and headed towards the landing and the bathroom. As I was about to leave the bedroom I heard my mobile phone buzz and grabbed it, taking it with me.
Once in the bathroom I locked the door, dropped the towel to the floor, lowered my shorts to my ankles then sat on the lavatory to do what was necessary.
As I sat, I looked at the message that had just arrived on my phone. My heart jumped; it was from Jake. He must be sending me secret messages from only a few feet away from Dad.
‘Are you avoiding me?’ his message ran.
‘Course not silly I was just bored’
‘Am I so dull?’
‘That deserves the wrong answer J ’
‘ J ’
‘Are you still next to dad?’
‘Yep’
‘Can he see your phone?’
‘Nope’
‘Sure?’
‘Yep’
‘Then I miss you loads and wish you were up here now’
‘Me too times ten Sexy Amy’
Before I could reply another message arrived.
‘What are you doing?’
‘I’m in the bathroom’
‘Doing what?’
‘MYOB’
‘Having a pee then?’
‘Cheeky!’
‘Are you naked?’
‘No’
There was a pause.
‘I want to see u naked’
‘Are you crazy?’
‘I’m crazy about u’
‘I’m crazy about you too but what about Mum and Dad?’
‘Forget them’
There was a short pause.
‘Take off your top’
‘What?’ I typed, taken by surprise.
‘You heard. Take off your top!’
My tummy churned. My older stepbrother was telling me to undress for him. It should have made me feel yucky but it had quite the opposite effect.
‘Right here?’ I asked.
‘Right now’ came the immediate reply.
‘Cheeky’
My tummy bubbled; I felt ridiculously excited, after all I was in the bathroom. What was so sexy about being topless in the bathroom; I did it every day?
Feeling very naughty, I made sure that the bathroom door was locked then put my phone down, took a deep breath and pulled my tight sleeveless top up and over my head.
When my braless, tiny boobs felt the cool evening air, my nipples firmed and darkened immediately.
‘Topless now?’ Jake messaged.
‘Not telling’
‘You are topless then J ’
’Okay then, yes I am’
Of course I went topless and fully naked in the bathroom every day. The door was closed, it was warm, everything should have felt normal and uninteresting.
But it didn’t. Taking off my clothes on my own was one thing. Stripping because my brother had told me to was quite another. I felt very exposed, very excited and, from the firming of my microscopic boobs, increasingly aroused.
‘How are your nipples?’ Jake asked.
‘Hard’
‘Mmmmm’
‘Naughty boy’
‘Where are your shorts?’
‘Around my ankles’
‘You were having a pee then!’
I blushed. He had tricked me!
‘Okay yes so what clever clogs?’
‘Take them off’
I reached down and wriggled my tight shorts over my ankles then tossed them into the corner still amazed how something so apparently mundane could feel so excitingly different. I was definitely getting aroused as the dampening between my thighs was making obvious.
‘Done it?’ Jake messaged.
‘Y’
‘What about panties?’
‘Not wearing any’
‘Naughty Amy’
‘You know I’m not wearing panties. Your hands were right inside my shorts in the alley’
I chuckled; from the way his hands had groped me in the alley on our brief trip to the arcade, Jake knew full well I was naked under my shorts.
‘So they were J ’ he confessed.
‘Now who’s naughty’ I asked, chuckling.
‘So you are naked now?’
‘Still wearing socks’
‘Leave them on’
‘Okay’
There was a brief pause.
‘I still want to see u naked’
‘Come up here then’
‘No way! You come out’
‘What?’
‘Stand at the top of the stairs and I’ll come out to look at you’
‘You are joking’
‘Not joking. Get your cute ass out here’
‘No way’
There was a long pause before Jake replied.
‘You want me to show Dad your new bikini?’
My heart thumped. Mum and Dad would go crazy if they knew I had worn something so tiny in public. Dad didn’t really like my short-shorts as it was.
‘You wouldn’t dare’
‘Try me’
There was another pause.
‘It’s in my pocket now’
He was lying; at least I thought he was lying. At least I hoped he was lying.
‘I could drop it on the floor in the hall so Dad will find it when he goes to the loo’
Oh Jesus! Did he really mean that? Or was I being teased again?
‘You wouldn’t’ I insisted again.
‘Wanna bet? Unless I see your cute naked ass in the next two minutes out it comes’
Now it was my turn to pause. I didn’t really believe my stepbrother would show my micro-bikini to our parents but I couldn’t be completely sure; Jake had a cheeky streak a mile wide. Besides, to my astonishment the idea of giving him an illicit strip show was beginning to turn me on; my nipples were tingling and other parts of me were getting warmer and wetter.
‘What if Mum and Dad come out too?’ I asked.
‘Then they’ll see the sexiest ass in Yorkshire’
I blushed again but the idea of being naked on the open landing for my new lover to see had a powerful, illicit attraction. The risk of our parents seeing me was bizarrely adding to that thrill.
‘Where do you want me?”
‘I’ll come to the foot of the stairs. You come out when I tell you’ Jake continued.
‘Not sure it’s a good idea’
‘It’s a great idea trust me’
‘Trust you?’
‘It’s either that or Dad sees the bikini’
I paused, it was an insane thing to do but…
‘He was angry enough about your short-shorts. Just think what he’ll say if he sees that tiny thing’
Jake was right. Dad would hit the roof if he knew I’d been out in full public gaze wearing something half the size of a handkerchief.
‘Well okay’ I finally conceded.
I felt very anxious. If stripping myself in the bathroom had made me excited, what would it feel like being naked on the landing? My knees were literally trembling as I waited for the phone to buzz.
‘Ten seconds Sexy Amy’
Jakes’ message was clear. I stood up and wrapped the towel around my naked body then unlocked the bathroom door and opened it. In my nervous state it seemed a very long way from the door to the top of the stairs.
I took a deep breath then a step forward, then another, then passed through the door and onto the landing. The top of the stairs was only a few feet away. I took another step then, my knees shaking, peered down into the hallway below.
It was empty. I looked again; there was a movement to the left then my gorgeous stepbrother appeared at the foot of the stairs. He looked up; our eyes met; Jake’s huge and dark with deep black pools for pupils, mine wide and scared.
My first thought was that from down there he could see right under the towel. Instinctively I pulled it tighter around my body. Jake chuckled, stared deep into my eyes then mouthed the words:
“Drop the towel”
I hesitated. He mouthed again:
“Go on, drop it!”
My tummy bubbling almost uncontrollably, nervously and silently I let the towel fall to the floor.
“Wow!”
Jake’s voice was a hoarse whisper but I heard it. For a few moments I stood naked apart from my short white socks looking down on my gorgeous brother, my knees clamped tightly together, my arms crossed over my tiny boobs.
Jake stared up at me, his eyes raking over my skinny frame in total silence. Despite my nerves, his obvious pleasure in seeing my body made me feel very sexy.
He raised the index finger on his right hand and made a circular gesture in the air. Obeying instinctively, I turned round until my bottom was towards him, paused then continued until we were facing each other again.
Jake smiled broadly and circled his finger the other way. I turned obediently, displaying my back and boyish buttocks again as my lover commanded.
It felt good; very good. I felt attractive and sexy. Our eyes met, Jake’s twinkling with mischief as he mouthed something that looked like:
‘Very sexy’
He then made a gesture that meant I should bend over and put my hands on my knees. This meant taking my hands away from my boobs and letting my tightly clamped knees part. My tummy rumbled in excitement and fear but, my eyes fixed on his, I slowly obeyed, leaning forwards and placing my hands on my thighs. My face was peering down the stairs toward him, my bottom stuck out behind me, my boobs – such as they were – hanging downwards.
“Very, very Sexy, Amy,” he whispered again.
Then his eyes sparkled even brighter as I watched him make the same ‘turn round’ hand gesture again.
I shook my head, pulled a mock-stern face and mouthed ‘No way!’
Jake wanted me to show him my naked, bent-over bottom. As I was at the top of the stairs and he was looking from below, he would get a full, clear view of my rapidly dampening vulva.
Despite my refusal, a thrill shot through me. Before that week I had never shown my naked body to any boy; indeed I had gone to great lengths to make sure it remained hidden. I had already learned that my stepbrother had spied on me over the years; that had shocked me at first but then made me feel strangely pleased.
Now the same cheeky, gorgeous boy was asking me to flaunt my most private parts for his benefit with the real risk of our parents seeing me do it. The idea should have horrified me but to my shame, it turned me on very noticeably; I could feel my vagina lubricating even faster.
Down below, Jake was pulling an over-the-top sad face. He had his hands together in supplication and was mouthing the word ‘Please!’ over and over again.
Each time he pleaded, I shook my head and mouthed ‘No way!’
Then a look of pure mischief crossed his face. Unbuttoning one of the thigh pockets on his shorts he pulled out a tiny piece of cloth and held it towards me in both hands. It was my micro-bikini; he had taken it after all! As I watched he made an exaggerated gesture suggesting he was about to call our parents to show them what he had found.
“Nooooo!” I mouthed in a whisper only he could hear as I stood bolt upright.
Jake made that rotating movement with his finger once again.
“Pleeeaseee!” I begged.
He shook his head slowly, his eyes fixed on mine and ostentatiously began to lower the bikini to the floor.
“Okay okay okay!”
I hissed then with a frown on my face and a tummy full of butterflies, I turned so that my back was towards the stairs, opened my legs to shoulder width and slowly bent over until my hands were on my knees again.
My bare vulva was obscenely presented to his gaze. From his position at the foot of the short stairs he would have a clear, uninterrupted view.
“Wow!”
The single whispered word rose in a gasp from below as my naked vulva was pointed directly towards my stepbrother’s eyes. Through my open knees I could see his gorgeous, handsome face staring wide-eyed at my open, moistening slit; that most private part of my body that, until that week, no other person had ever seen or touched, let alone penetrated.
I felt exposed, vulnerable, slightly humiliated but at the same time, excited, desirable and sexy.
For a skinny, flat-chested girl, none of these feelings were at all familiar but to my amazement, I found them thrilling! I stood there frozen, almost unable to move, my upside-down eyes fixed on my stepbrother’s as he started lustfully at my skinny body.
“Are you going to stand there all night, son? We’re off to bed!”
Dad’s confident voice booming from the lounge brought us both to our senses with a jolt. Springing upright I bounded back into the bathroom just as my stepfather’s large, strong body appeared at the foot of the stairs. Hoping to God I had moved in time, I slammed the door shut, locked it and stood with my back pressed against its cold smooth surface as if trying to stop anyone breaking in.
My flat chest was heaving, partly because of my narrow escape from real humiliation, but also from the extraordinary thrill my brazen exposure had brought me.
If the look on his face had been anything to go by, it had also brought my new lover something very similar.
The door firmly locked, I sat on the toilet seat while my trembling subsided. The towel was still on the floor outside the door so I hastily pulled my clothes back on before opening the bathroom door and running across the landing and back to my bedroom.
Half an hour later I was in my pyjamas, my teeth brushed, lying on top of my bed in the darkness, listening to the muffled sounds of sex coming once again from Mum and Dad’s room below me and wondering what on earth would happen next.
‘Ping!’
The noise was my mobile receiving yet another text message.
‘Are u awake?’ I read. It was from Jake of course.
‘Yes’
‘You were SO sexy, sexy Amy’
‘And you were SO cheeky, Gorgeous Jake’
‘Lucky escape I suppose’
‘Yeah right. It wasn’t your body he nearly saw’
‘What’s wrong with my body? J ’ he demanded
‘It’s not here with me’ I replied, surprised how forward I could be.
‘Shall I come to visit you?’ he asked.
My tummy ached to have him next to me again, holding me, making love to me.
‘Too risky. What if Mum and Dad hear? They’re right below me’ I protested.
‘They’re too busy having sex to notice us’
‘Can you hear them?’ I asked.
‘They’re shameless. Yuk’ he replied.
‘ J They can’t realise we can hear or they’d die of embarrassment.’ I typed trying to be understanding.
‘If you’re worried why don’t you come to my room then?’
Jake’s suggestion was very tempting despite the risk.
‘No sex though it’s still too risky’ I insisted though God knew, I wanted to.
‘ L ’
‘ L ’ I agreed.
‘Maybe we could just cuddle?’ Jake offered in consolation.
‘I’m on my way’
I pressed ‘send’ and as quietly as I could, rose to my feet and tiptoed across the room in the darkness dressed only in my sleep shorts and a loose vest top. The door was old and squeaked a little as I opened it but the continued creaking from the room below suggested Mum and Dad were unlikely to have noticed.
The landing was pitch black apart from the light from a tiny skylight and I fumbled my way across towards Jake’s bedroom, trying desperately not to knock over anything noisy. I stubbed my toe on a cabinet and had to bite my lip to prevent myself swearing out loud but eventually I reached the doorway and pushed on the old painted wood.
The door wasn’t closed and swung easily and silently inwards. I stepped into the room, the darkness and the distinctive masculine smell of Jake bringing back vivid memories of all we had done there less than a day ago.
A candle burned on the bedside table and beside it was Jake, lying on his side on the familiar mattress and smiling broadly. I took a step closer and he raised the edge of the duvet to welcome me. Smiling, I slipped under the warm cover and snuggled up to his long, strong frame.
He kissed me immediately, first on my nose, then on my cheek, then our mouths touched again; gently and tentatively as if still unsure despite all that had happened between us. Jake’s hands were around me and on me, softly and gently exploring my body again, first on my shoulders, then my arms then my back and buttocks.
I could feel his erection, long, strong, hard and so, so masculine; barely contained within his sleep shorts. But I didn’t feel threatened; a thrill passed through me as I realised that I had made it happen!
Me! Little naïve Amy with her flat chest and skinny legs had turned on this drop-dead-gorgeous man.
There wasn’t a lot of room for the two of us but I didn’t care; I was back with the boy I loved again.
I relaxed as my stepbrother’s long, strong arms wrapped themselves reassuringly around my skinny body and we listened to our parents’ lovemaking reaching its rather embarrassingly noisy conclusion.
I felt so happy!
*
“Jake? Amy?”
Mum’s voice calling up the stairs woke me suddenly. I groaned at the aches in my legs and hips then opened my eyes. The sun was streaming through the gaps in the curtain, shining down on the narrow single bed in which my stepbrother and I had spent an uncomfortable night.
“Jake! Jake!” I hissed into his ear.
“Wha… what is it?”
“We fell asleep. Mum’s calling us. I can’t go out and see what she wants or she’ll know I’ve spent the night in your room.”
“But…”
“Jake? Amy? You’re not both still asleep are you?”
“Get up and go see what she wants!” I hissed louder, trying to push my brother’s muscular body out of the bed with both my arms and knees.
“Come on you two! Aren’t you awake yet? We’re going out!”
Jake reluctantly rolled out of the bed and shuffled to the door. Instinctively, like a small child I pulled the duvet up to my chin as if to hide myself from whatever harm might be coming towards me and watched my brother as he crossed the room.
A flutter went through my tummy; even half asleep and grumbling, he was gorgeous. His tousled hair made me want to run my fingers through it; his fit, muscular arms and flat tummy were just begging for me to play with their downy hair while my cheek rested on his powerful chest.
And as for those tight, athletic buttocks and thighs, well they could have been made to fit between my own skinny legs while the contents of his sleep shorts buried themselves deep in my body, uniting us as only true lovers should be.
For a moment I wondered what this Adonis could possibly see in his skinny, flat-chested, inexperienced stepsister. Surely he couldn’t feel about me the way I felt about him, loving with a passion that was actually frightening.
Despite all the evidence to the contrary, my insecurity constantly haunted me. Fortunately Jake seemed to understand this because, before opening the door, he nipped back to the bed and kissed me full on the lips.
‘I love you,” he whispered. “I’ll be right back!”
I lay back on the single bed and stretched my cramped legs and arms, still half-asleep after an uncomfortable night. The sunlight was streaming in through the windows as I listened to the seagulls and dozed contentedly.
There was a murmur of voices coming from downstairs, two male and one female but I couldn’t make out any words and after all that was buzzing round my brain, frankly I wasn’t interested.
Who would have guessed when we had thrown our bags into the car only days ago that my life would have been turned upside down like this? Who would have guessed that within only a few hours I would have changed from a naïve, innocent virgin schoolgirl to the lover of the most gorgeous, most wonderful boy in the whole world?
My eyes closed and I drifted on a warm sea of contentment. I must have fallen asleep again because the sunlight in the room had moved when I next opened my eyes, disturbed by the opening and closing of the bedroom followed by someone climbing into the bed alongside me.
It took a moment to work out where I was and who I was with before gradually becoming aware of Jake's warm, strong, naked body close behind me, his chest against my back, his groin against my buttocks as we lay like two spoons in a drawer.
I dozed as his fingers gently explored my flesh once again, stroking my shoulders and sides, touching the back of my thighs then almost unperceptively, easing my sleep shorts down to my knees until my buttocks were bared and pressed against his warm groin.
It was pleasant and I dozed a little longer until I slowly became aware of a light but repeated pressure against the base of my buttocks.
Push... push… push… push…
It was a strange but not unpleasant feeling; I made a soft wordless noise in response and felt the pressure become a little firmer while Jake’s hand moved to caress my side.
Push... Push… Push… Push…
In my innocence it took me some time to realise what was happening; my brother had become aroused again. His penis had become erect once again; I could feel it being pressed against the very base of my slit from behind in a sawing motion that was… really very pleasant indeed.
“Mmmm. That feels nice,” I sighed.
“It’s nice for me too, Sexy Amy,” he whispered in my ear, increasing both the pressure of his strokes and their depth.
I felt his hand slide under my top and onto my boob, caressing my nipple deliciously, tweaking its tiny teat.
“That’s nice too,” I smiled as the sawing motion grew stronger still.
“Then let’s see if you like this better,” he said softly, sliding his hand out from under my top then down to my thighs where is dextrously slid my sleep shorts down the rest of my legs and off.
I felt his hand slipping under my upper knee; I felt my upper legs being raised
“Oooh!” I breathed in sharply.
Freed from its constraint, his firm shaft slapped hard lengthways against my slit. Jake lowered my leg again, trapping his erect cock between my upper thighs with the top of his shaft pressed against my vulva – a vulva which was rapidly lubricating once again.
“Mmmm! So tight! So soft!”
Jake began to rock himself slowly and gently back and forth between my thighs. It felt new and strange but once again, very pleasant indeed. With every stroke, the upper side of his shaft was dragged along the full length of my slit, tickling my clitoris with its tip every time his hips pressed against my bottom.
“Have they gone out?” I asked breathily, enjoying the new feeling between my thighs but worried about being overheard.
“They’ll be gone a couple of hours at least,” Jake replied without breaking his slow rhythm. “We… can… really… take… our… time.”
I sighed long and loudly with the sheer, unhurried pleasure of the new sensations that were passing through me. I had spent years imagining what real, penetrative sex would feel like. Now I had experienced it I realised I had been completely wrong but I had never dreamed that so much soft, quiet pleasure could be obtained from something as simple and unthreatening as having a boy’s shaft rubbed back and forth across my vulva like this.
I could feel my body responding in new ways; relaxed, content. I was no longer afraid of penetration; there was no risk of discovery; there was much less hurry; my lover could take his time.
That wonderful warm glow began to grow in my lower belly again, slowly but inexorably.
“Mmmmm,” I sighed again.
“Like it?” Jake asked almost inaudibly.
“Mmmmm!”
His strokes became a little longer and a little firmer. Within a minute I felt an unexpected shudder pass through me. Was I cold? No; the room was oppressively hot and it hadn’t felt like a shiver. What was happening to me?
Jakes’ sawing continued, a little more vigorously. Another shudder came, followed by a third.
“You are so beautiful…”
My stepbrother’s voice close behind my head coincided with yet another tremor. The strokes slowed then stopped; I moaned in disappointment when Jake's long, sweet cock was taken from between my thighs.
“Won’t be a second,” Jake whispered in my ear. “Mustn’t keep Sexy Amy waiting.”
There was a brief hurried movement behind my back. I heard a rustling, a tearing sound and there were a few moments of fumbling behind my bottom.
“There! Sorted!”
Jake sounded pleased but before I could turn to see what was going on, I felt his hand under my leg again, lifting it slightly. The long, firm erection slipped between my upper thighs again. I reached down instinctively and felt the head of his amazing cock against my slit, newly covered in smooth latex.
My mind briefly registered the fact that once again he had put on a condom for my benefit and a thrill shot through me; my brother wanted to stick that wonderful erection inside my body once again.
My tummy rumbled with pleasure at the thought.
I felt him wriggling behind me then felt his smooth head between my sensitive outer lips. He raised my upper thigh again; there was more wriggling and an adjustment of Jake’s body on the bed; there was a little pressure within my slit.
And then my gorgeous stepbrother’s cock slid smoothly into my vagina from behind. I gasped aloud.
“Oh my God!”
The words escaped my lips before I could stop them.
“Did I hurt you?” Jakes voice was anxious.
“No! It’s just that... we’ve never… like this…” I mumbled, his wonderful shaft part way into my vagina.
“Which is why I thought you might like it, Sexy Amy,” he hissed, thrusting himself into me a little deeper.
I gasped! This felt so new; completely different from all the other times his body had entered mine. Jake wriggled again, sliding even deeper into me and I let out an astonished squeal.
“Sure you’re okay?” he asked, his body stilled but definitely not leaving mine.
I could only nod my head, my mind reeling with the new sensations. I felt Jake moving behind me again and with another thrust, he pressed himself into me until his hips were hard up against my buttocks and his amazing erection reached deep into my body.
He paused; we lay on our sides like two spoons in a drawer, his shaft held still in my vagina while my body tried to adjust to the amazing feelings it was bringing.
I could feel Jakes’ hot breath on my shoulders and the back of my neck and sighed.
“Aaaaahhhhh!”
The sensations were simply amazing. Who would have thought such a simple change in position could make such a difference?
It was the same boy making love with me; the same erect penis inside me but the feeling were wonderfully new. Jake's cock felt much bigger, it filled me so much more; it reached so much deeper into me than it had before.
I felt tighter around him too; I could feel all the undulations on his shaft which in turn rubbed against different parts of my vagina – excitingly different parts - and the thick base of his cock stretched my entrance in a totally unfamiliar way.
“Oh that’s so good!” I heard myself hissing.
“You like it like this?” Jake whispered behind me.
“Mmmmm!” was all I could reply.
“Then let’s see if you like this even more!”
And then he began to move! In long, slow thrusts, my amazing brother began to pull himself back until his head was nearly out of my body then thrust himself into me again as I lay helpless on my side on the mattress.
“Oooooo!”
He did it again, then again.
“Oooo! Oooo!”
And then he began to thrust in long, slow strokes, quickly establishing a rhythm. It was a rhythm I recognised from our previous lovemaking but the effects on my body were totally different. Whether it was the new position, my new confidence or my increasing familiarity with sex I will never know, but my body responded faster and more powerfully than it ever had before.
Bolts of sensation shot through me, beginning at my stretched inner lips then rippling through my belly and spine. Jake’s pace was rock steady, as if allowing my body to adjust to the invasion but this time my body didn’t want to adjust; this time it wanted to respond and it was going to respond whatever my conscious mind intended.
The now-familiar feel of my body lubricating wildly around Jake’s invading shaft washed over me, followed quickly by the soft, sticky, sloppy sounds of an erect penis sliding in and out of a dripping wet vagina. It was a sound that was to become very familiar indeed but right then, I tried to ignore it and concentrate on the sensations passing through me.
I do not know where Jake’s hands were but they were not on my body. His thrusts though deep were not deep enough for his erection to ‘ground out’ and press his hips against my bottom. My eyes were closed, the seagulls oddly silent too so, apart from the warm pillow against my cheek, my whole world revolved around the wonderful, thick, strong shaft being thrust with a machine-like relentlessness in and out of my body.
Jake didn’t speak; the most I could hear was his breathing; I couldn’t even see my lover’s face so there was absolutely nothing to distract me from the amazing sensations emanating from my vagina.
And they felt like nothing on earth!
Despite the barrier of the condom, I could feel every last ridge of his shaft against every undulation on the inside of my over-sensitised passage. Nothing else featured; nothing else mattered; my entire consciousness was focused on my groin and the rapidly multiplying sensations emanating from it.
The warm feeling from inside returned instantly and grew rapidly.
“Oh Jake that feels soooo good!”
He still didn’t reply but I felt his lips on the back of my neck and my shoulders, as if showering them with tiny kisses as his thrusting continued.
It had never crossed my mind that I might have sex with Jake without being able to look into his wonderful, enticing eyes. If I had been asked, I would have said I didn’t want to.
But that would have been a mistake.
In this unexpected position, deprived of all distractions, the feelings emanating from my vulva were like nothing I had dreamed possible. The warm glow in my loins grew stronger and stronger, building rapidly. My whole belly felt as if a hot, thick fluid was running through it, its pressure increasing thrust by relentless thrust.
It was still the feeling I recognised from before, but growing stronger and stronger.
A tremor passed through me, catching me by surprise. Jake must have felt it too because he increased both the speed and depth of his thrusting. The warm glow grew warmer, then warmer still. Then its nature changed and a harder, more urgent, intrusive edge appeared in my lower belly along with another, more violent tremor.
This wasn’t the warmth I recognised anymore; this was something different; something unfamiliar.
Something a bit frightening.
“Jake... Slow down… I feel… Feel…”
The heat was growing really quickly now, filling my belly and chest. Now it really was frightening.
“It’s okay Amy. You’re safe. Don’t fight it; just go with it.”
Jake’s voice was soothing but his thrusting was relentless; if anything he increased his speed a little further.
“But… but… Ohhhhhhhh!”
The heat had reached my heart and was gripping my chest. I felt a huge wave of warm wetness building in my lower belly and I began to notice a strange earthy smell.
“Nnnnnnnn!” I growled, unable to speak proper words.
“Relax Amy. Just let yourself go…”
This time Jake really did increase both the speed and depth of his thrusts. The effect was instant and profound. The earthy smell became much stronger; I dimly realised it was coming from my own body; from my own groinTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
I had dressed in a pair of my shortest, most revealing shorts and a cropped sleeveless top that I hoped would make me look like I had at least thought about growing boobs. I had brushed my hair and left it down as Jake liked it rather than pulling it into the ponytail I would normally have chosen and of course had used my most expensive, most sophisticated perfume.
I had even put on a little eye make-up and a discreet amount of lipstick; both things I would normally have avoided on a hot holiday like this.
But this was not a normal holiday at all!
If it had been the ‘normal’ family holiday that had been intended, the day would have seemed a perfect day. Remembering all the things we had enjoyed as young children – or rather which our parents had enjoyed taking us to – Mum and Dad took us on a nostalgic tour of museums, cafes, fishing villages, boat rides, street entertainers and other events we had all enjoyed for many years.
Doubtless in ‘normal’ circumstance I would have enjoyed this indulgence in family history too but this was not a ‘normal’ holiday at all. There was nothing ‘normal’ about the way my stepbrother Jake and I had spent our first night in the ancient fisherman’s cottage in which we were staying.
I had started the holiday a single girl; I now had my first serious boyfriend.
I had started the holiday a naïve, inexperienced virgin. Although I might still be naïve, I was now a lot less inexperienced and most certainly was no longer a virgin.
I had started the holiday with a good looking stepbrother with whom I had a tolerable relationship; I now had a drop-dead-gorgeous lover who I adored.
All of which made Tuesday’s ‘normality’ almost impossible to bear!
It was very hard pretending everything was normal for a whole, intense family day when all I wanted to do was hold hands with, kiss and cuddle with and ultimately make love with my first real boyfriend.
It was almost unbearable being so close to Jake but not able to touch each other, especially when we seemed to be surrounded by other couples doing all the things denied to us. We couldn’t even hold hands secretly in the back seat of the car after Mum nobly let Jake sit in the front ‘because he needed the legroom’.
We visited places together and had lunch and dinner as a family so the only way Jake and I could be alone was to go out for a walk late in the evening to ‘visit the arcade’ again as he unconvincingly put it. Fortunately our parents were so wrapped up in each other that they barely noticed our disappearance. Even then it was so busy in the streets, pubs and cafes that holding hands and a little light kissing and groping in dark corners was all we could manage.
“Maybe they’ll be at it again when we get back,” Jake suggested in an exasperated voice as we neared the cottage well after eleven o’clock.
Since their arrival at the cottage, Jake’s Dad and my Mum had been behaving like teenagers again; holding hands, teasing and giggling and even having rather noisy sex in the evenings when they thought we couldn’t hear. It was good for their relationship but was the sort of overt sexual behaviour that, before we had become lovers, Jake and I would have found repulsive.
“If they’re doing it again or if they’re asleep we might be able to have a bit of a cuddle in peace,” Jake continued as we passed through the low gate.
I pulled a face; it really was a strange holiday when you’re hoping your parents would be having sex so noisily that they wouldn’t notice you and your stepbrother doing the same.
But when we got back to the cottage Mum and Dad were still awake, cuddled together on the sofa like teenagers and watching a romantic movie on DVD. They sprang apart so very guiltily as we entered the room that I was certain they had been up to something less innocent too.
Reluctantly we joined them watching, the two of us obliged to sit at opposite sides of the room, Jake in an armchair while I curled on the sofa next to Mum in the space Dad had just hastily vacated.
I inspected my mother surreptitiously out of the corner of my eye. Her top and bra were slightly askew, her rather high cut shorts were crumpled but worst of all there was a small but distinct damp patch in her groin. She was trying to hide it with a cardigan but only succeeded in drawing my attention to it.
In normal circumstances this overt sign of sexual activity by my parents would have made me retch with embarrassment. Now all I could think was that I wished it had been Jake’s hands on my body; that it had been my top that was askew; that the dark patch had been on my shorts instead of Mum’s.
As it was, sitting across the room from each other, for Jake and me even to mouth sweet nothings to each other was impossible. After only half an hour of awkwardness, I decided to cut my losses and go to bed.
“Are you okay Amy?” Mum asked as I sulked my way to the door.
“I’m fine,” I lied. “I’m just tired; I caught the sun a bit too much today.”
“Sleep well!” Dad called.
I padded upstairs to my room. Once inside the bedroom, I felt very alone. Normally it felt good escaping from my family for a few hours but that night I didn’t want to escape from all of them; I wanted my brother Jake to be there with me.
It had been a difficult, tiring day; hot and frustrating. I was still confused and disturbed by my sexual awakening, uncertain what to do next, worried about the secret, illicit nature of my new-found relationship and frightened about what the future might hold.
One thing was certain; the Amy that stood alongside the bed that night was very different from the Amy that had left home only a few days ago.
Suddenly I felt the need to be cool and clean; to wash the heat and dust of the day off my skin. I grabbed a towel from the back of my chair and headed towards the landing and the bathroom. As I was about to leave the bedroom I heard my mobile phone buzz and grabbed it, taking it with me.
Once in the bathroom I locked the door, dropped the towel to the floor, lowered my shorts to my ankles then sat on the lavatory to do what was necessary.
As I sat, I looked at the message that had just arrived on my phone. My heart jumped; it was from Jake. He must be sending me secret messages from only a few feet away from Dad.
‘Are you avoiding me?’ his message ran.
‘Course not silly I was just bored’
‘Am I so dull?’
‘That deserves the wrong answer J ’
‘ J ’
‘Are you still next to dad?’
‘Yep’
‘Can he see your phone?’
‘Nope’
‘Sure?’
‘Yep’
‘Then I miss you loads and wish you were up here now’
‘Me too times ten Sexy Amy’
Before I could reply another message arrived.
‘What are you doing?’
‘I’m in the bathroom’
‘Doing what?’
‘MYOB’
‘Having a pee then?’
‘Cheeky!’
‘Are you naked?’
‘No’
There was a pause.
‘I want to see u naked’
‘Are you crazy?’
‘I’m crazy about u’
‘I’m crazy about you too but what about Mum and Dad?’
‘Forget them’
There was a short pause.
‘Take off your top’
‘What?’ I typed, taken by surprise.
‘You heard. Take off your top!’
My tummy churned. My older stepbrother was telling me to undress for him. It should have made me feel yucky but it had quite the opposite effect.
‘Right here?’ I asked.
‘Right now’ came the immediate reply.
‘Cheeky’
My tummy bubbled; I felt ridiculously excited, after all I was in the bathroom. What was so sexy about being topless in the bathroom; I did it every day?
Feeling very naughty, I made sure that the bathroom door was locked then put my phone down, took a deep breath and pulled my tight sleeveless top up and over my head.
When my braless, tiny boobs felt the cool evening air, my nipples firmed and darkened immediately.
‘Topless now?’ Jake messaged.
‘Not telling’
‘You are topless then J ’
’Okay then, yes I am’
Of course I went topless and fully naked in the bathroom every day. The door was closed, it was warm, everything should have felt normal and uninteresting.
But it didn’t. Taking off my clothes on my own was one thing. Stripping because my brother had told me to was quite another. I felt very exposed, very excited and, from the firming of my microscopic boobs, increasingly aroused.
‘How are your nipples?’ Jake asked.
‘Hard’
‘Mmmmm’
‘Naughty boy’
‘Where are your shorts?’
‘Around my ankles’
‘You were having a pee then!’
I blushed. He had tricked me!
‘Okay yes so what clever clogs?’
‘Take them off’
I reached down and wriggled my tight shorts over my ankles then tossed them into the corner still amazed how something so apparently mundane could feel so excitingly different. I was definitely getting aroused as the dampening between my thighs was making obvious.
‘Done it?’ Jake messaged.
‘Y’
‘What about panties?’
‘Not wearing any’
‘Naughty Amy’
‘You know I’m not wearing panties. Your hands were right inside my shorts in the alley’
I chuckled; from the way his hands had groped me in the alley on our brief trip to the arcade, Jake knew full well I was naked under my shorts.
‘So they were J ’ he confessed.
‘Now who’s naughty’ I asked, chuckling.
‘So you are naked now?’
‘Still wearing socks’
‘Leave them on’
‘Okay’
There was a brief pause.
‘I still want to see u naked’
‘Come up here then’
‘No way! You come out’
‘What?’
‘Stand at the top of the stairs and I’ll come out to look at you’
‘You are joking’
‘Not joking. Get your cute ass out here’
‘No way’
There was a long pause before Jake replied.
‘You want me to show Dad your new bikini?’
My heart thumped. Mum and Dad would go crazy if they knew I had worn something so tiny in public. Dad didn’t really like my short-shorts as it was.
‘You wouldn’t dare’
‘Try me’
There was another pause.
‘It’s in my pocket now’
He was lying; at least I thought he was lying. At least I hoped he was lying.
‘I could drop it on the floor in the hall so Dad will find it when he goes to the loo’
Oh Jesus! Did he really mean that? Or was I being teased again?
‘You wouldn’t’ I insisted again.
‘Wanna bet? Unless I see your cute naked ass in the next two minutes out it comes’
Now it was my turn to pause. I didn’t really believe my stepbrother would show my micro-bikini to our parents but I couldn’t be completely sure; Jake had a cheeky streak a mile wide. Besides, to my astonishment the idea of giving him an illicit strip show was beginning to turn me on; my nipples were tingling and other parts of me were getting warmer and wetter.
‘What if Mum and Dad come out too?’ I asked.
‘Then they’ll see the sexiest ass in Yorkshire’
I blushed again but the idea of being naked on the open landing for my new lover to see had a powerful, illicit attraction. The risk of our parents seeing me was bizarrely adding to that thrill.
‘Where do you want me?”
‘I’ll come to the foot of the stairs. You come out when I tell you’ Jake continued.
‘Not sure it’s a good idea’
‘It’s a great idea trust me’
‘Trust you?’
‘It’s either that or Dad sees the bikini’
I paused, it was an insane thing to do but…
‘He was angry enough about your short-shorts. Just think what he’ll say if he sees that tiny thing’
Jake was right. Dad would hit the roof if he knew I’d been out in full public gaze wearing something half the size of a handkerchief.
‘Well okay’ I finally conceded.
I felt very anxious. If stripping myself in the bathroom had made me excited, what would it feel like being naked on the landing? My knees were literally trembling as I waited for the phone to buzz.
‘Ten seconds Sexy Amy’
Jakes’ message was clear. I stood up and wrapped the towel around my naked body then unlocked the bathroom door and opened it. In my nervous state it seemed a very long way from the door to the top of the stairs.
I took a deep breath then a step forward, then another, then passed through the door and onto the landing. The top of the stairs was only a few feet away. I took another step then, my knees shaking, peered down into the hallway below.
It was empty. I looked again; there was a movement to the left then my gorgeous stepbrother appeared at the foot of the stairs. He looked up; our eyes met; Jake’s huge and dark with deep black pools for pupils, mine wide and scared.
My first thought was that from down there he could see right under the towel. Instinctively I pulled it tighter around my body. Jake chuckled, stared deep into my eyes then mouthed the words:
“Drop the towel”
I hesitated. He mouthed again:
“Go on, drop it!”
My tummy bubbling almost uncontrollably, nervously and silently I let the towel fall to the floor.
“Wow!”
Jake’s voice was a hoarse whisper but I heard it. For a few moments I stood naked apart from my short white socks looking down on my gorgeous brother, my knees clamped tightly together, my arms crossed over my tiny boobs.
Jake stared up at me, his eyes raking over my skinny frame in total silence. Despite my nerves, his obvious pleasure in seeing my body made me feel very sexy.
He raised the index finger on his right hand and made a circular gesture in the air. Obeying instinctively, I turned round until my bottom was towards him, paused then continued until we were facing each other again.
Jake smiled broadly and circled his finger the other way. I turned obediently, displaying my back and boyish buttocks again as my lover commanded.
It felt good; very good. I felt attractive and sexy. Our eyes met, Jake’s twinkling with mischief as he mouthed something that looked like:
‘Very sexy’
He then made a gesture that meant I should bend over and put my hands on my knees. This meant taking my hands away from my boobs and letting my tightly clamped knees part. My tummy rumbled in excitement and fear but, my eyes fixed on his, I slowly obeyed, leaning forwards and placing my hands on my thighs. My face was peering down the stairs toward him, my bottom stuck out behind me, my boobs – such as they were – hanging downwards.
“Very, very Sexy, Amy,” he whispered again.
Then his eyes sparkled even brighter as I watched him make the same ‘turn round’ hand gesture again.
I shook my head, pulled a mock-stern face and mouthed ‘No way!’
Jake wanted me to show him my naked, bent-over bottom. As I was at the top of the stairs and he was looking from below, he would get a full, clear view of my rapidly dampening vulva.
Despite my refusal, a thrill shot through me. Before that week I had never shown my naked body to any boy; indeed I had gone to great lengths to make sure it remained hidden. I had already learned that my stepbrother had spied on me over the years; that had shocked me at first but then made me feel strangely pleased.
Now the same cheeky, gorgeous boy was asking me to flaunt my most private parts for his benefit with the real risk of our parents seeing me do it. The idea should have horrified me but to my shame, it turned me on very noticeably; I could feel my vagina lubricating even faster.
Down below, Jake was pulling an over-the-top sad face. He had his hands together in supplication and was mouthing the word ‘Please!’ over and over again.
Each time he pleaded, I shook my head and mouthed ‘No way!’
Then a look of pure mischief crossed his face. Unbuttoning one of the thigh pockets on his shorts he pulled out a tiny piece of cloth and held it towards me in both hands. It was my micro-bikini; he had taken it after all! As I watched he made an exaggerated gesture suggesting he was about to call our parents to show them what he had found.
“Nooooo!” I mouthed in a whisper only he could hear as I stood bolt upright.
Jake made that rotating movement with his finger once again.
“Pleeeaseee!” I begged.
He shook his head slowly, his eyes fixed on mine and ostentatiously began to lower the bikini to the floor.
“Okay okay okay!”
I hissed then with a frown on my face and a tummy full of butterflies, I turned so that my back was towards the stairs, opened my legs to shoulder width and slowly bent over until my hands were on my knees again.
My bare vulva was obscenely presented to his gaze. From his position at the foot of the short stairs he would have a clear, uninterrupted view.
“Wow!”
The single whispered word rose in a gasp from below as my naked vulva was pointed directly towards my stepbrother’s eyes. Through my open knees I could see his gorgeous, handsome face staring wide-eyed at my open, moistening slit; that most private part of my body that, until that week, no other person had ever seen or touched, let alone penetrated.
I felt exposed, vulnerable, slightly humiliated but at the same time, excited, desirable and sexy.
For a skinny, flat-chested girl, none of these feelings were at all familiar but to my amazement, I found them thrilling! I stood there frozen, almost unable to move, my upside-down eyes fixed on my stepbrother’s as he started lustfully at my skinny body.
“Are you going to stand there all night, son? We’re off to bed!”
Dad’s confident voice booming from the lounge brought us both to our senses with a jolt. Springing upright I bounded back into the bathroom just as my stepfather’s large, strong body appeared at the foot of the stairs. Hoping to God I had moved in time, I slammed the door shut, locked it and stood with my back pressed against its cold smooth surface as if trying to stop anyone breaking in.
My flat chest was heaving, partly because of my narrow escape from real humiliation, but also from the extraordinary thrill my brazen exposure had brought me.
If the look on his face had been anything to go by, it had also brought my new lover something very similar.
The door firmly locked, I sat on the toilet seat while my trembling subsided. The towel was still on the floor outside the door so I hastily pulled my clothes back on before opening the bathroom door and running across the landing and back to my bedroom.
Half an hour later I was in my pyjamas, my teeth brushed, lying on top of my bed in the darkness, listening to the muffled sounds of sex coming once again from Mum and Dad’s room below me and wondering what on earth would happen next.
‘Ping!’
The noise was my mobile receiving yet another text message.
‘Are u awake?’ I read. It was from Jake of course.
‘Yes’
‘You were SO sexy, sexy Amy’
‘And you were SO cheeky, Gorgeous Jake’
‘Lucky escape I suppose’
‘Yeah right. It wasn’t your body he nearly saw’
‘What’s wrong with my body? J ’ he demanded
‘It’s not here with me’ I replied, surprised how forward I could be.
‘Shall I come to visit you?’ he asked.
My tummy ached to have him next to me again, holding me, making love to me.
‘Too risky. What if Mum and Dad hear? They’re right below me’ I protested.
‘They’re too busy having sex to notice us’
‘Can you hear them?’ I asked.
‘They’re shameless. Yuk’ he replied.
‘ J They can’t realise we can hear or they’d die of embarrassment.’ I typed trying to be understanding.
‘If you’re worried why don’t you come to my room then?’
Jake’s suggestion was very tempting despite the risk.
‘No sex though it’s still too risky’ I insisted though God knew, I wanted to.
‘ L ’
‘ L ’ I agreed.
‘Maybe we could just cuddle?’ Jake offered in consolation.
‘I’m on my way’
I pressed ‘send’ and as quietly as I could, rose to my feet and tiptoed across the room in the darkness dressed only in my sleep shorts and a loose vest top. The door was old and squeaked a little as I opened it but the continued creaking from the room below suggested Mum and Dad were unlikely to have noticed.
The landing was pitch black apart from the light from a tiny skylight and I fumbled my way across towards Jake’s bedroom, trying desperately not to knock over anything noisy. I stubbed my toe on a cabinet and had to bite my lip to prevent myself swearing out loud but eventually I reached the doorway and pushed on the old painted wood.
The door wasn’t closed and swung easily and silently inwards. I stepped into the room, the darkness and the distinctive masculine smell of Jake bringing back vivid memories of all we had done there less than a day ago.
A candle burned on the bedside table and beside it was Jake, lying on his side on the familiar mattress and smiling broadly. I took a step closer and he raised the edge of the duvet to welcome me. Smiling, I slipped under the warm cover and snuggled up to his long, strong frame.
He kissed me immediately, first on my nose, then on my cheek, then our mouths touched again; gently and tentatively as if still unsure despite all that had happened between us. Jake’s hands were around me and on me, softly and gently exploring my body again, first on my shoulders, then my arms then my back and buttocks.
I could feel his erection, long, strong, hard and so, so masculine; barely contained within his sleep shorts. But I didn’t feel threatened; a thrill passed through me as I realised that I had made it happen!
Me! Little naïve Amy with her flat chest and skinny legs had turned on this drop-dead-gorgeous man.
There wasn’t a lot of room for the two of us but I didn’t care; I was back with the boy I loved again.
I relaxed as my stepbrother’s long, strong arms wrapped themselves reassuringly around my skinny body and we listened to our parents’ lovemaking reaching its rather embarrassingly noisy conclusion.
I felt so happy!
*
“Jake? Amy?”
Mum’s voice calling up the stairs woke me suddenly. I groaned at the aches in my legs and hips then opened my eyes. The sun was streaming through the gaps in the curtain, shining down on the narrow single bed in which my stepbrother and I had spent an uncomfortable night.
“Jake! Jake!” I hissed into his ear.
“Wha… what is it?”
“We fell asleep. Mum’s calling us. I can’t go out and see what she wants or she’ll know I’ve spent the night in your room.”
“But…”
“Jake? Amy? You’re not both still asleep are you?”
“Get up and go see what she wants!” I hissed louder, trying to push my brother’s muscular body out of the bed with both my arms and knees.
“Come on you two! Aren’t you awake yet? We’re going out!”
Jake reluctantly rolled out of the bed and shuffled to the door. Instinctively, like a small child I pulled the duvet up to my chin as if to hide myself from whatever harm might be coming towards me and watched my brother as he crossed the room.
A flutter went through my tummy; even half asleep and grumbling, he was gorgeous. His tousled hair made me want to run my fingers through it; his fit, muscular arms and flat tummy were just begging for me to play with their downy hair while my cheek rested on his powerful chest.
And as for those tight, athletic buttocks and thighs, well they could have been made to fit between my own skinny legs while the contents of his sleep shorts buried themselves deep in my body, uniting us as only true lovers should be.
For a moment I wondered what this Adonis could possibly see in his skinny, flat-chested, inexperienced stepsister. Surely he couldn’t feel about me the way I felt about him, loving with a passion that was actually frightening.
Despite all the evidence to the contrary, my insecurity constantly haunted me. Fortunately Jake seemed to understand this because, before opening the door, he nipped back to the bed and kissed me full on the lips.
‘I love you,” he whispered. “I’ll be right back!”
I lay back on the single bed and stretched my cramped legs and arms, still half-asleep after an uncomfortable night. The sunlight was streaming in through the windows as I listened to the seagulls and dozed contentedly.
There was a murmur of voices coming from downstairs, two male and one female but I couldn’t make out any words and after all that was buzzing round my brain, frankly I wasn’t interested.
Who would have guessed when we had thrown our bags into the car only days ago that my life would have been turned upside down like this? Who would have guessed that within only a few hours I would have changed from a naïve, innocent virgin schoolgirl to the lover of the most gorgeous, most wonderful boy in the whole world?
My eyes closed and I drifted on a warm sea of contentment. I must have fallen asleep again because the sunlight in the room had moved when I next opened my eyes, disturbed by the opening and closing of the bedroom followed by someone climbing into the bed alongside me.
It took a moment to work out where I was and who I was with before gradually becoming aware of Jake's warm, strong, naked body close behind me, his chest against my back, his groin against my buttocks as we lay like two spoons in a drawer.
I dozed as his fingers gently explored my flesh once again, stroking my shoulders and sides, touching the back of my thighs then almost unperceptively, easing my sleep shorts down to my knees until my buttocks were bared and pressed against his warm groin.
It was pleasant and I dozed a little longer until I slowly became aware of a light but repeated pressure against the base of my buttocks.
Push... push… push… push…
It was a strange but not unpleasant feeling; I made a soft wordless noise in response and felt the pressure become a little firmer while Jake’s hand moved to caress my side.
Push... Push… Push… Push…
In my innocence it took me some time to realise what was happening; my brother had become aroused again. His penis had become erect once again; I could feel it being pressed against the very base of my slit from behind in a sawing motion that was… really very pleasant indeed.
“Mmmm. That feels nice,” I sighed.
“It’s nice for me too, Sexy Amy,” he whispered in my ear, increasing both the pressure of his strokes and their depth.
I felt his hand slide under my top and onto my boob, caressing my nipple deliciously, tweaking its tiny teat.
“That’s nice too,” I smiled as the sawing motion grew stronger still.
“Then let’s see if you like this better,” he said softly, sliding his hand out from under my top then down to my thighs where is dextrously slid my sleep shorts down the rest of my legs and off.
I felt his hand slipping under my upper knee; I felt my upper legs being raised
“Oooh!” I breathed in sharply.
Freed from its constraint, his firm shaft slapped hard lengthways against my slit. Jake lowered my leg again, trapping his erect cock between my upper thighs with the top of his shaft pressed against my vulva – a vulva which was rapidly lubricating once again.
“Mmmm! So tight! So soft!”
Jake began to rock himself slowly and gently back and forth between my thighs. It felt new and strange but once again, very pleasant indeed. With every stroke, the upper side of his shaft was dragged along the full length of my slit, tickling my clitoris with its tip every time his hips pressed against my bottom.
“Have they gone out?” I asked breathily, enjoying the new feeling between my thighs but worried about being overheard.
“They’ll be gone a couple of hours at least,” Jake replied without breaking his slow rhythm. “We… can… really… take… our… time.”
I sighed long and loudly with the sheer, unhurried pleasure of the new sensations that were passing through me. I had spent years imagining what real, penetrative sex would feel like. Now I had experienced it I realised I had been completely wrong but I had never dreamed that so much soft, quiet pleasure could be obtained from something as simple and unthreatening as having a boy’s shaft rubbed back and forth across my vulva like this.
I could feel my body responding in new ways; relaxed, content. I was no longer afraid of penetration; there was no risk of discovery; there was much less hurry; my lover could take his time.
That wonderful warm glow began to grow in my lower belly again, slowly but inexorably.
“Mmmmm,” I sighed again.
“Like it?” Jake asked almost inaudibly.
“Mmmmm!”
His strokes became a little longer and a little firmer. Within a minute I felt an unexpected shudder pass through me. Was I cold? No; the room was oppressively hot and it hadn’t felt like a shiver. What was happening to me?
Jakes’ sawing continued, a little more vigorously. Another shudder came, followed by a third.
“You are so beautiful…”
My stepbrother’s voice close behind my head coincided with yet another tremor. The strokes slowed then stopped; I moaned in disappointment when Jake's long, sweet cock was taken from between my thighs.
“Won’t be a second,” Jake whispered in my ear. “Mustn’t keep Sexy Amy waiting.”
There was a brief hurried movement behind my back. I heard a rustling, a tearing sound and there were a few moments of fumbling behind my bottom.
“There! Sorted!”
Jake sounded pleased but before I could turn to see what was going on, I felt his hand under my leg again, lifting it slightly. The long, firm erection slipped between my upper thighs again. I reached down instinctively and felt the head of his amazing cock against my slit, newly covered in smooth latex.
My mind briefly registered the fact that once again he had put on a condom for my benefit and a thrill shot through me; my brother wanted to stick that wonderful erection inside my body once again.
My tummy rumbled with pleasure at the thought.
I felt him wriggling behind me then felt his smooth head between my sensitive outer lips. He raised my upper thigh again; there was more wriggling and an adjustment of Jake’s body on the bed; there was a little pressure within my slit.
And then my gorgeous stepbrother’s cock slid smoothly into my vagina from behind. I gasped aloud.
“Oh my God!”
The words escaped my lips before I could stop them.
“Did I hurt you?” Jakes voice was anxious.
“No! It’s just that... we’ve never… like this…” I mumbled, his wonderful shaft part way into my vagina.
“Which is why I thought you might like it, Sexy Amy,” he hissed, thrusting himself into me a little deeper.
I gasped! This felt so new; completely different from all the other times his body had entered mine. Jake wriggled again, sliding even deeper into me and I let out an astonished squeal.
“Sure you’re okay?” he asked, his body stilled but definitely not leaving mine.
I could only nod my head, my mind reeling with the new sensations. I felt Jake moving behind me again and with another thrust, he pressed himself into me until his hips were hard up against my buttocks and his amazing erection reached deep into my body.
He paused; we lay on our sides like two spoons in a drawer, his shaft held still in my vagina while my body tried to adjust to the amazing feelings it was bringing.
I could feel Jakes’ hot breath on my shoulders and the back of my neck and sighed.
“Aaaaahhhhh!”
The sensations were simply amazing. Who would have thought such a simple change in position could make such a difference?
It was the same boy making love with me; the same erect penis inside me but the feeling were wonderfully new. Jake's cock felt much bigger, it filled me so much more; it reached so much deeper into me than it had before.
I felt tighter around him too; I could feel all the undulations on his shaft which in turn rubbed against different parts of my vagina – excitingly different parts - and the thick base of his cock stretched my entrance in a totally unfamiliar way.
“Oh that’s so good!” I heard myself hissing.
“You like it like this?” Jake whispered behind me.
“Mmmmm!” was all I could reply.
“Then let’s see if you like this even more!”
And then he began to move! In long, slow thrusts, my amazing brother began to pull himself back until his head was nearly out of my body then thrust himself into me again as I lay helpless on my side on the mattress.
“Oooooo!”
He did it again, then again.
“Oooo! Oooo!”
And then he began to thrust in long, slow strokes, quickly establishing a rhythm. It was a rhythm I recognised from our previous lovemaking but the effects on my body were totally different. Whether it was the new position, my new confidence or my increasing familiarity with sex I will never know, but my body responded faster and more powerfully than it ever had before.
Bolts of sensation shot through me, beginning at my stretched inner lips then rippling through my belly and spine. Jake’s pace was rock steady, as if allowing my body to adjust to the invasion but this time my body didn’t want to adjust; this time it wanted to respond and it was going to respond whatever my conscious mind intended.
The now-familiar feel of my body lubricating wildly around Jake’s invading shaft washed over me, followed quickly by the soft, sticky, sloppy sounds of an erect penis sliding in and out of a dripping wet vagina. It was a sound that was to become very familiar indeed but right then, I tried to ignore it and concentrate on the sensations passing through me.
I do not know where Jake’s hands were but they were not on my body. His thrusts though deep were not deep enough for his erection to ‘ground out’ and press his hips against my bottom. My eyes were closed, the seagulls oddly silent too so, apart from the warm pillow against my cheek, my whole world revolved around the wonderful, thick, strong shaft being thrust with a machine-like relentlessness in and out of my body.
Jake didn’t speak; the most I could hear was his breathing; I couldn’t even see my lover’s face so there was absolutely nothing to distract me from the amazing sensations emanating from my vagina.
And they felt like nothing on earth!
Despite the barrier of the condom, I could feel every last ridge of his shaft against every undulation on the inside of my over-sensitised passage. Nothing else featured; nothing else mattered; my entire consciousness was focused on my groin and the rapidly multiplying sensations emanating from it.
The warm feeling from inside returned instantly and grew rapidly.
“Oh Jake that feels soooo good!”
He still didn’t reply but I felt his lips on the back of my neck and my shoulders, as if showering them with tiny kisses as his thrusting continued.
It had never crossed my mind that I might have sex with Jake without being able to look into his wonderful, enticing eyes. If I had been asked, I would have said I didn’t want to.
But that would have been a mistake.
In this unexpected position, deprived of all distractions, the feelings emanating from my vulva were like nothing I had dreamed possible. The warm glow in my loins grew stronger and stronger, building rapidly. My whole belly felt as if a hot, thick fluid was running through it, its pressure increasing thrust by relentless thrust.
It was still the feeling I recognised from before, but growing stronger and stronger.
A tremor passed through me, catching me by surprise. Jake must have felt it too because he increased both the speed and depth of his thrusting. The warm glow grew warmer, then warmer still. Then its nature changed and a harder, more urgent, intrusive edge appeared in my lower belly along with another, more violent tremor.
This wasn’t the warmth I recognised anymore; this was something different; something unfamiliar.
Something a bit frightening.
“Jake... Slow down… I feel… Feel…”
The heat was growing really quickly now, filling my belly and chest. Now it really was frightening.
“It’s okay Amy. You’re safe. Don’t fight it; just go with it.”
Jake’s voice was soothing but his thrusting was relentless; if anything he increased his speed a little further.
“But… but… Ohhhhhhhh!”
The heat had reached my heart and was gripping my chest. I felt a huge wave of warm wetness building in my lower belly and I began to notice a strange earthy smell.
“Nnnnnnnn!” I growled, unable to speak proper words.
“Relax Amy. Just let yourself go…”
This time Jake really did increase both the speed and depth of his thrusts. The effect was instant and profound. The earthy smell became much stronger; I dimly realised it was coming from my own body; from my own groinTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
Bree
- 16.05.2021
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