Discoveries With My Brother: Chapter 1 And 2 free porn video

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Chapter 1 – The Temptation Begins:

Although a quarter of a century has passed since these incidents occurred, it seems like only yesterday that they happened. I have never related these events to another living soul until now. To the best of my knowledge, my brother and I are the only people who are aware of our time of discovery together.

Yes, I suspect it is a combination of shame and guilt that have kept either Gary or me from sharing these experiences with even our closest friends, or even with our spouses. These events had a profound impact on my life, my psyche’ and my future sexual desires. They shaped who I am and what arouses me.

I did not expect nor desire what happened. I would never have predicted that my first, and possibly my most enjoyable, sexual encounter of my life would be shared with my brother.

I asked that the readers try to suspend judgment as they read of this story of sexual discovery that felt completely fulfilling, beautiful and intimate to me as I made this journey. I ask that you try to understand that many ‘sins’ that we commit are simply because we are placed into a situation that adequately tempt us. I ask that the readers recognize this story for what it is, a beautiful and emotionally draining, but guilt ridden, sexual awakening. An awakening that society has deemed completely inappropriate, yet one I still find incredibly arousing.

As a young girl, I was tempted and I succumbed.

One final point, I confess that as I write this I am becoming aroused and excited by these memories. Yes, as I start to record my sexual discovery with my brother, I am acutely aware of my pulse in my now erect clitoris, and the distinct wetness of my vagina. My nipples are erect, and I am leaking into the gusset of my panties at the very thought of these events.

Yes, despite the shame and guilt I feel, these memories arouse me more than you can imagine, even today. I am certain that as I tell my story, and relive these intimate events, I will stop occasionally to relieve my excitement by masturbating. I want you to share my excitement, so whenever I do stop to masturbate, I will make note of it in the story with a comment: (masturbation break), so you will know when I have felt the need to release my tensions and have a climax.

It was the spring of 1988. I had just celebrated my sixteenth birthday. My body was going through multiple changes, my hormones were raging. Unfortunately, for a variety of reasons, I was not the girl of choice among the limited assortment of teenage boys at my high school.

Perhaps it was because I was a straight ‘A’ student, whom the teachers seemed to love but many other students seem to resent. Perhaps it was the fact that I had shot up to nearly six foot tall, and towered over most of the boys in my sophomore class. Perhaps it was because while my figure was now developing, and my breasts while perky and firm, they were a rather small, ‘B’ cup; I was not the voluptuous symbol of sexy many adolescent boys desire. Perhaps it was the fact that I was a female athlete and not a ‘girly girl’ that many of the boys seemed to seek out. Or perhaps it was because I was basically shy and had trouble with the witty but cuttingly sarcastic banter that the popular kids seemed to have mastered so effectively.

Regardless of the reason, mine was a lonely existence as I entered my seventeenth year. Fortunately, I discovered the wonders of masturbation, and that helped me keep my sanity and alleviate the constant desire that centered around my loins. Yes, I had become very good friends with my clitoris. I had mastered the key to achieving very pleasant, but private, orgasms before falling off to sleep most nights.

As I grew from an adolescent girl to a young woman, I was absolutely obsessed with being seen and treated as a mature adult. Nothing infuriated me as much as being perceived as a child, or a little girl, who was not taken seriously. This was particularly true in my relationship with my older brother. I desperately wanted to be ‘grown up’; perhaps I wanted this a little bit too much.

My family situation was fairly normal. Gary was a year and a half older than me. He was a senior and a month shy of his 18th birthday. He was a gifted athlete who was the second leading scorer on the high school basketball team. And although he had enjoyed the adoration of the entire school as a star basketball player, he was just now coming to grips with the fact that it was highly unlikely that he had the talent to play in college. This realization had him in a surly and somewhat depressed mood most of the time.

Both our parents worked in demanding professional jobs. They both traveled, leaving us alone often. On occasion, their work would take them away over night at the same time, leaving Gary and me to fend for ourselves for a day or two. We were basically trustworthy. By ‘basically trustworthy’ I mean, we would not do anything too terribly stupid or outrageous. To be perfectly honest, we both had experimented with pot and alcohol, as almost all kids will; however we would never drive impaired, or drive with anyone who was impaired. Also, we would never have a group of kids over the house while our parents were away. In short, we knew where the boundaries were and could stay within them.

We were close as siblings, but we also typically respected each other’s space and privacy. We fought occasionally, but we had a closeness and bond that only siblings can understand. We both realized that no one else could ever see the world from our vantage point; as the only two children of our parents.

We often prepared our own dinner, and ate either alone or together. We were quite self sufficient as teenagers. We did not see our existence as strange or abnormal in any material way. Our life was normal for us.

It was a Wednesday evening in late April, 1988, when both mom and dad were away on separate business trips. Mom would return on Friday, and dad was away for about a week. This left Gary and me alone at home for the next two nights.

On the first night, we shared a casserole that mom had left us. Afterward, Gary went out to the back patio by the pool, and lit a joint. This was a fairly brazen thing for him to do. I was not aware of any other time he had smoked pot at home; certainly never in my presence.

I was not shocked or offended, but I was intrigued. I did not want to come across as the little kid sister who might ‘squeal to mom and dad’, but I did want to understand what was going on with my brother.

“Gary, what gives? You probably shouldn’t be doing that at home. What if the parental units find out? You’ll be toast,” I cautioned.

“They will never know a thing, sis. I wouldn’t do this in the house. But out here by the pool, there really is no risk,” he replied.

We had a nice pool and Jacuzzi in a fenced backyard. It was secluded and private. Someone would have to make a concerted effort to spy over the six foot wooden fence through the lush landscaping to see anything we were up to in our yard.

“But you never smoke during the school week. What gives?” I pressed further.

“I don’t know. I guess I am pretty bummed out about the end of high school, never playing ball again….I guess I am nervous about having to start to grow up. I have had a pretty good time in high school. What if this is as good as it gets for me? What it everything is down hill from here.”

Gary ’s comments struck me as odd. I could not wait to grow up, become an adult, and be treated as such. Gary seemed to dread the transition to adulthood.

Gary took another hit and then offered the joint to me. I hesitated for a moment, not really wanting to get stoned on a school night, but then took the joint and drew the magic smoke into my lungs, holding it deeply for maximum effect. “We shouldn’t be doing this Gary.”

“Liz, we are not hurting a soul. I am going to have a beer. You want one?” my older brother offered.

“Won’t dad notice if some are missing?” I cautioned.

“He never has. He has about a case and a half in the frig in the garage. If we do not get greedy, he won’t miss a thing.” Gary returned moments latter with four beers, and handed one to me.

I have to admit, I felt very mature, sitting on the patio sharing a joint and beer with my older brother as we talked about his pending departure top college in a few months. Gary had three beers to my one. He stood up, and walked over to the control panel for the pool and hot tub.

“I am going to temp the hot tub up. Care to join me?” he offered.

I simply shrugged. I was enjoying this closeness with my older brother, and the feeling associated with being treated like an equal by him. It was a unique feeling for me. I wanted this evening to continue.

After turning on the spa heater, Gary went to the garage and got four more beers. He handed me one, and quickly downed his first. He then prepared another joint. I could see that my older brother was intent upon getting just a little ‘fucked up’ this evening, just four weeks before he graduated.

We shared the second joint and I finished my second beer. I was feeling relaxed and content, my head was swirling slightly. The pot and beer had me in a state of euphoria. I could hear Gary slurring his words every so slightly, revealing that the pot and beer was effecting him as well.

“Liz, let’s get in the hot tub,” Gary suggested.

“Okay, I’ll get my suit on,” I replied.

“Sis, we don’t need suits. Let’s go skinny dipping. Let’s be a little naughty,” Gary said with a gleam in his eyes.

I blushed deeply at the thought. “Oh, Gary, I can’t do that. I would be too embarrassed. We need to keep our underwear on at least,” I protested.

“Liz, you are such a cute little prude. Okay, we’ll keep our underwear on; just to make you happy,” Gary said as he finished his last beer. He stood, kicked off his shoes, and stripped off his socks. He then walked to the hot tub while pulling his t-shirt over his head and unbuckling his jeans, stepping out of them and tossing them on a chair by the pool.

I sat silently studying my brother’s impressive physique as he stood in his plaid colored boxers with his back to me. His broad shoulders and muscular legs appealed to me. Gary had become a fine specimen of male anatomy. He had a certain muscular and athletic shape that reminded me of those statues from ancient Greece mythology. Yes, I had to admit that I had a ‘school girl crush’ on my older brother.

As he stepped in the spa, I could see a couple of inches of his flaccid penis poking out his boxers’ pants leg. Gary climbed into the spa in his underwear.

The brief glimpse of his penis extending out of the leg of his boxers was the first penis I had ever seen, and despite the fact that it belonged to my brother, I felt a strange twinge in my vagina as my clitoris began to stiffen at this surreal situation. I was pretty sure that the first cock a girl saw was not supposed to be her brother’s. Nonetheless, mine was.

I sat there for several seconds, unable to move. Gary moved to the opposite side of the spa and called out, “Come on ‘Lizard-breath’, come join me, the water is perfect.”

‘Lizard breath’ was the nickname he gave me for my real name, ‘Elizabeth’. It was as close to a show of affection that he could muster at this moment.

I wanted to join my brother and to continue relating to him as an equal. I liked the ‘grown up, adult feeling’ I was experiencing this evening. I did not want it to end too quickly.

I could feel my face burning red, and my heart pounding in my chest. I slowly arose, and walked towards the spa. I kicked off my sandals, and nervously unbuckled my shorts. My hands were actually shaking. I could not seem to release the metal button to remove my shorts. I looked up at Gary to see if he was aware of me nervousness; I wondered if he could see my trembling fingers as I struggled with the clasp. He did not seem to notice.

Finally, after an inordinate amount of fumbling with it, I released the snap and lowered the zipper. I pulled my light tan shorts over my slightly, round bottom and let them fall to the ground. I stood there in front of my brother in my panties and t-shirt.

I was emotionally torn. I wanted so badly to be viewed as a mature woman, to be treated as an equal by my older brother. Somehow, getting in the hot tub wearing just our underwear seemed wicked and wrong. However, despite being emotionally torn, my desire, or perhaps need to show Gary that I was ‘all grown up’ overcame my apprehension.

I stood motionless, trying to process this situation. There was no denying the fact that my brother, stripped down to his underwear in the hot tub, had my vagina and clitoris at full attention. I could feel myself starting to leak into the gusset of my pale green cotton panties. I felt so naughty and bad, but I liked the wicked excitement of this. Despite my internal conflicts, I had no desire to retreat.

As I recall the events of this fateful evening, I also know that the beers and the pot had impaired my judgment and lowered my inhibitions. If I had not smoked those joints with my brother and drank those beers, I likely would have had the good sense to politely decline Gary’s invitation to join him in the spa. But in my euphoric state, I could not seem to say ‘no’. In my slightly impaired state, the excitement and temptation were simply too great.

“Come on sis, join me,” Gary beckoned.

Nervously, I pulled my shirt over my head, and stood in front of Gary wearing only pale green cotton panties and matching cotton bra. There was nothing overtly sexy or revealing about them; nonetheless, I felt quite exposed.

I realized that my little breasts barely filled the ‘B’ cup of the bra, but my nipples were hard as pebbles. They poked through the material of my bra plainly for Gary to see.

I saw Gary looking at me and smiling. “I know, my little titties are pretty unimpressive, huh?” I said in a self deprecating manner to hide my embarrassment and nervousness.

“Nonsense, Sis, you are getting a great figure. You are really starting to look good.”

Gary was staring at me appreciatively. Gary looked at me with a combination of lust and admiration that I had not experienced before. I am ashamed to admit that I enjoyed his gaze. At that moment, I felt pretty, even sexy, for the first time in my young life. My skin felt like it was on fire, burning crimson under my older brother’s gaze and his compliment of my budding bosoms.

I smiled demurely, and said nothing. I climbed into the spa in my bra and panties. A moment after I climbed in the water, Gary’s expression changed to a bit of surprise and then a broad smile broke across his face.

“What?” I asked, confused by his expression.

“Nothing,” he said, but his smile grew even broader.

“No seriously, Gary; what is it.” There was a nervousness in my voice. I feared that I was soon to be made the butt of a cruel joke.

“Well, don’t get self conscious on me, but have you heard the expression ‘wet t-shirt’?” Gary said through a large smirk. “Well, I just learned that bras act the same way.”

I looked down at my pale green cotton bra had all but disappeared in the wetness of the sap. My nipples and areolas were plainly visible under the diaphanous wet cotton material of my bra. I assumed my panties were behaving in a similar manner, but the water provided some cover of modesty for my adolescent vagina. But with the water level ‘chest high’, my tiny breasts and erect nipples seemed to float on the surface of the water. My breasts could not be any more exposed if I were topless.

“Oh, my god, Gary,” I said as I crossed my arms up to cover my breasts.

“Come on Liz. Don’t be silly. You look good, I mean you look really good. Relax. Let me enjoy the view.”

“Gary, don’t make fun of me. I know they are tiny.” I honestly thought he was laughing at my small breasts.

“Elizabeth, I am telling you. You look good, very good. You have nothing to be ashamed of…”

I gave him a look of pure disbelief. “Gary, please, not tonight, don’t tease me.” I kept my arms folded across my chest.

Gary remained silent for a moment, contemplating what to say or do next.

“You don’t believe me? Just look at this…” Gary said as he stood up.

I could not help letting a very audible gasp escape from my lips. There was a huge tent forming in Gary’s boxer shorts. His penis was growing erect. I do not mean just a little firm. My brother’s penis was throbbing to full attention in front of my very eyes.

“Oh, my God, Gary. What is happening to you?” I asked with naïve amazement. I had never seen a penis up close before, much less an erect one. I certainly had never witnessed one growing erect as I watched. Even under the material of his wet cotton boxers, the growing erection was an impressive sight.

I was excited and alarmed. I asked in honest amazement, “What is causing that? How are you doing that?”

“You are, Elizabeth. You and your wet bra and panties. You look sexy. It is nothing I am doing, and it is nothing I can control. You are a very beautiful girl. You are becoming a very beautiful young woman. Trust me. I can’t fake something like this.”

My head was literally spinning now. I really did not know how to respond. “Gary, maybe we shouldn’t be out here like this. It doesn’t feel right.” I was confused, excited and scared.

Gary smiled and said reassuringly, “No, I think everything is just fine.” His confidence at the situation, and his comfort and control after just showing me his boner was more appealing and attractive that I can explain. He was confident and he was ‘in control’; which even today, I find absolutely an irresistible set of traits.

Nearly twenty-five years later, as I recall this evening, I must confess that I really did not want this very exciting experience to end. If I am truly honest with myself, I must confess that I was conflicted at that moment with guilt and shame, and with excitement and sexual curiosity. My brother’s erection was simply fascinating to me. And the fact that my transparent, diaphanous bra was fueling his erection gave me a feeling of sexual power and attractiveness that was simply addictive. I was in a trance of sorts. I wanted to allow him to continue to look at me. I wanted to continue to fuel his erection.

I just sat there silently, Gary sat back down in the water and his erection vanished from my view. I did not know how to react, or what to do. So I did nothing. I unfolded my arms and sat up so that my wet bra was visible to my older brother’s gaze. Time seemed to stand still as we sat there silently for two or three minutes.

Finally, I broke the silence, “So, what do you do when you get that?”

Gary seemed legitimately confused, and responded simply, “Huh?”

“When you get ‘hard’ like that, does it just go away? What do you do? How long does it take to return to normal?” I was honestly curious to learn how the male anatomy worked.

Gary laughed. “Once it gets hard, it stays hard until I take care of it.”

“Take care of it?” I questioned. “So, you are still, you know… you know, that way?”

Gary stood up, and proudly displayed his erection, straining upward under his wet underwear.

I shocked myself as the words escaped my mouth. “Let me see it,” I requested. I could not believe I said that.

In fact, twenty five years later, I am still amazed that those words escaped before I could censor my thoughts. Had I not said those fateful words, my entire life might be quite different. But I confess, I do not regret making that request. I did want to see Gary’s erection.

Gary looked at me for a moment, contemplating what to do. He slowly stood up and with the water at crotch level, Gary lowered his boxers. He stepped out of them, and tossed them on the patio near the spa. He was now naked in front of me. The head of his erection stood just above the water’s height. It was simply beautiful. To this day, I have never seen a more beautiful or sexy penis,

The sexual tension was enormous.

We were rapidly losing any opportunity to control this situation. We were rapidly moving from being brother and sister to becoming two hormone struck teenagers who could not control their sexual curiosity.

If you are think you would have reacted differently, I suggest you are naïve. I suggest that if you were a sixteen-year-old girl, or a seventeen-year-old boy, in this situation, the temptation would simply be too great to explore just a bit further. It certainly was for us.

Gary’s boner strained skyward, pointing straight to the stars. It was a magnificent sight. I simply could not resist studying it.

I leaned forward and inspected the rigid penis with keen interest. It stood seven to eight inches long, and at least two inches thick. It reached almost to his navel. The shaft had a noticeable vein running up the underside. It was topped with a large, pronounced mushroom shaped head, a head that seemed almost separate and distinct from the veined shaft.

“God, Gary, that thing is huge. It looks so hard and rigid, it looks like you could break concrete with it. How can you even function with that thing poking up in front of you? Does it hurt when it gets so hard?”

Gary walked towards me, naked, his erection swaying proud in front of him in the swirling waters of the Jacuzzi. “It hurts in a kind of good way,” he answered, “But I need some relief.”

He took my hand and gently pulled me to a standing position.

I said nothing. Gary took my tiny hand and tried to place it on his shaft.

“Oh, Gary, we can’t do that. It just isn’t right,” I said, resisting his attempt to place my hand on his erection.

“Oh, Liz, please. I need some help here. Please don’t leave me like this.” Gary seemed to almost whimper as he slowly pulled my hand towards his rigid cock.

I knew it was wrong. I knew we should stop. I knew that this was not an appropriate experience for a brother and sister to share. But I was so aroused, so excited, and so caught up in the moment, I simply could not leave. Gary seemed to legitimately need my help; and god, how I wanted to assist him. I wanted to be the one who took care of his needs.

I know it sounds silly; but I needed to be there for my brother. I needed to show him I would take care of his needs and desires. I needed him to know he could turn to me; he did not need to seek out someone else.

For the next few moments, it felt as though I was not in control of my own actions. It felt like someone else was manipulating me. It felt like I was watching myself from outside my body, amazed at what I was doing.

I felt my fingers slowly wrap around this hard shaft. I seemed to articulate every thought that came into my head.

“Oh, my god, Gary, it is so heavy and thick. God, I can feel your pulse in my hand. What do you need me to do?”

Gary took my hand and moved it up and down a couple of times. “Jack me, Liz. Jack me like this…”

I moved my hand up and down, pumping his erection. Gary, reached up and cupped my breast, gently teasing my hard nipple. I let me brother feel me up as I slowly jacked his erect penis in my fist. I liked Gary feeling my breast; I liked it a lot.

An hour earlier, I could not have imagined letting my brother do this; but now I would have allowed him to touch me anywhere.

Gary’s hips started stroking in time to my manual pumping. Each time he would push forward, I could see the little opening on the head of his cock open up. His urethra seemed to be winking at me.

I was getting so excited myself, I began swaying my hips involuntarily; humping against the water as I masturbated my brother.

Gary’s movements became more pronounced as I used my hand to stimulate his erection. He pushed my bra up exposing my breasts; he then reached between my legs to touch my vagina outside of my panties.

I had no idea what we were doing. We were simply caught up in the movement. Gary reached inside the waist band of my panties, and he drove his hand down the front of my panties. Gary struggled to find the opening of my vagina.

Before Gary could find the opening, he spasmed, grunted and his penis erupted with a large rope of white semen. It shot several inched into the air before landing in a viscous string on my forearm. An instant later a second, slightly smaller string shot out, dribbling down my hand and wrist.

Gary went through a series of convulsions as he experienced his orgasm.

I was responding to Gary’s climax. My chest was heaving, my clitoris was pulsing and my vagina was leaking in a state of arousal that I had never before experienced. It would take much for me to climax myself.

Suddenly, Gary found my stroking his rigid, heavy erection too intense. The manual stimulation that movements before had given him such pleasure was now unbearable.

Gary grasped my hand to stop my further stimulation of his boner. “Liz, that’s too much now. You have to stop,” he advised.

I did not want to stop, I was enjoying this too much; but I complied. I did not understand all that had just happened, but I liked it. I liked having the power to drive my brother to a convulsive orgasm.

I managed to say, “We should go inside and get cleaned up.”

Chapter 2: Gary Visits Me In My Room:

Gary nodded, and climbed out of the spa, naked. His penis was still erect, and poked out in front of him, swaying as he walked. God, he was a good looking specimen. His broad shoulders and chest and his tight abs were so very sexy to me at that moment.

I knew I had to get to my bedroom and masturbate. I needed a release. I needed it badly.

Gary went to the upstairs bathroom, which we shared, and took a shower as I went to my bedroom. I dried, and stripped off my wet panties and bra. I climbed under my covers, naked, and slowly began rubbing small circles around my ‘little nubbins’. I was already very aroused; it would not take much stimulation to achieve my climax tonight. I wanted to savor this moment, this climax, so I intentionally slowed down. I teased myself; alternating between rubbing my clitoris and teasing my erect nipples.

I honestly, did not even consider any further contact with my brother at this point. I assumed we were done for the night. And I was not contemplating what tomorrow would bring, or if we would have a repeat at some time in the future. I was simply enjoying the memory of my first encounter with an erection, and my first hand job.

I heard the shower stop, and moments later, without knocking, Gary entered my room. He was naked except for a towel he had around his waist. The tent in front of the towel made it clear that he was aroused.

I quickly pulled my fingers from my clitoris and remained silent, naked under my covers.

“Liz, can I come in?” Gary asked as he entered my room, not waiting for an invitation.

I did not answer. I did not know what to say or do. My mind was swirling. On one hand, I was not prepared for us to go any further than we had, or even to resume our little game of discovery. On the other hand, I was aroused, and on the verge of my own orgasm; and I desperately wanted to share it with Gary. So I remained silent; neither discouraging nor encouraging my brother.

Gary sat on my bed next to me. His erection poking straight up under the towel. God, he was a sexy sight.

Gary placed his hand on my leg, on top of the covers, and started massaging my leg slightly as he moved his hand slowly up my inner thigh.

“Gary, I don’t know if we should be doing this. I don’t think you should be in here, in my room like this. It doesn’t feel right,” I said in a very weak protest. But I made not attempt to physically stop him. I did not want to stop him.

His hand traced up my inner thigh and across my vulva, still on top of the covers. Involuntarily, I arched my hips ever so slightly, pushing my vulva into his hand to increase the pressure of his touch as he teased me through the comforter.

Gary then ran his hand up over my abdomen and touched my breast. He found my erect nipple through the covers and tugged it gently. I closed my eyes and let a soft moan escape my lips. I was so aroused. I could feel my wetness seeping out of vagina, soaking my upper thighs.

Gary slowly pulled down the covers, exposing my breasts. He leaned forward and took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking gently as his fingers teased the other nipple.

I placed my hands on the back of his head, caressing him as he suckled on my tit. I could not help rocking my hips from my arousal, humping against the covers. I was so turned on; I wanted to climax, I needed to climax. I could not stop now if I wanted to.

While still sucking on my nipple, Gary slowly ran his hand under the covers, down across my stomach and found the thin patch of blonde pubic hair between my legs. Gary quickly found the source of my wetness, and gently began to open me with his fingers. He soon had one finger inside of me, slowly opening me further as his finger seemed to rotate around the first folds of my vulva, causing my vagina to dilate open.

I continued to caress his head as he suckled my breast and I humped against his intruding finger. My brother was now the first person to ‘finger fuck’ me.

Gary released my nipple from his lips and began slowly kissing up my neck until we faced each other, our lips an inch apart. Then he kissed me. Gary kissed me.

This was the most beautiful and intimate kiss of my life. Instinctively, I opened my mouth to accept his tongue.

My brother was French kissing me while he fingered me.

I know this was wrong, but at the moment, it felt so right, so beautiful, so intimate, and mostly so full of love and affection. I moaned around his probing tongue as I spread my legs, opening my thighs to grant him better access. I wanted to cum for my brother; I needed to cum for me.

I felt Gary gently start to insert a 2nd finger into my dilated vagina. I moaned loudly as his probing fingers stretched me open wider than I had ever been before. I pushed against his fingers, and spread my thighs to fully accept this intrusion. I could hear the sloshing sound of my lubrication escaping around his two fingers.

Gary broke off our kiss so he could position himself better between my thighs. I kicked off the covers as he climbed between my legs which were splayed apart. In this position, Gary was able to curl his fingers forward so that he was massaging the front wall of my womb, deep inside me.

Suddenly, as Gary tried to extend his fingers deeper inside me, I felt a sharp pain, and let out an audible ‘yelp’, as I stiffened.

Gary stopped moving his fingers momentarily, and asked, “Are you okay?”

“I don’t know. That hurt, but it is okay now, just be careful,” I requested. I did not fully understand what happened at the time, but Gary had just ruptured my hymen with his fingers.

Gary slowly resumed the internal massage of the front wall of my uterus, more cautiously at first, but as I responded and began moaning again, his assault became more and more aggressive.

Soon he was plunging his hand in and out of me, punishing my tight, little virginal pussy, as I felt my orgasm building. This was very different that the pleasant little climaxes I could induce by rubbing my ‘little nubbins’; this was a powerful and intense build up whose origin was deep inside my womb.

I was absolutely in heat. I lay there, my legs splayed apart, granting my older brother unfettered access to my wet, dilated vagina. I moaned loudly as his two fingers invaded my virgin womb, arching my hips to accept this intrusion into my core. God, I wanted him to make me cum. I was in ecstasy as I gave myself to Gary.

“Oh, god, Gary, please… don’t stop… oh, my god… oh, my god… oh, please… deeper…” I started babbling incoherently.

I was arching my hips up to meet each of Gary’s plunging thrusts. I was now lifting my bottom up, off the bed, to allow him to plunge as deeply as possible.

I felt my climax begin to quake across my core.

I arched my hips up and the first wave of convulsions crashed through me, sending a massive spasm through my vagina and womb.

“Oh, god… oh, god… oh, Gary… I am climaxing….” I was literally screeching.

Gary continued to massage my inner core, and I felt another wave of spasms crash over me.

Gary continued to punish my tight little vagina with his fingers, and I could not stop the continued series of orgasmic waves overtaking me.

After the third series of orgasmic waves rocked my core, I needed to stop. But I could not while Gary continued to assault my pussy.

“Oh, Gary, stop… you have to stop… please let me come down…” I was almost begging. But Gary was intent on forcing one more orgasmic spasm on his little sister.

As he wiggled his fingers deep inside me, rubbing my uterine wall, forcing me to convulse yet again. I reached down between my thighs and grasped his wrist with my two hands. I tried to force his fingers deeper inside me as I humped shamelessly against his fist. I was out of control and the climax continued. Another wave of orgasmic pleasure crashed through my core.

“Oh, god… oh, god… Oh, Gary… Oh, Gary, I love you…” I screeched loudly as I came yet again. And I did, I did love my brother.

But I needed to stop. I begged again, “Oh, please… stop… please… I have to stop… you have to let me come down…”

Gary smiled, and stopped his invasion of my tight vagina. He slowly withdrew his fingers from my womb. My vagina spasmed at the sudden emptiness. My vagina seemed to be trying to find something to grasp as it convulsed against the emptiness it suddenly felt.

Gary looked at his fingers and we both saw the trace remnants of blood. I reached down between my thighs and touched myself. I was bleeding slightly. I then realized that our vigorous foreplay had ruptured my hymen.

“Gary, you popped my cherry,” I said, not certain how I felt about this.

“I am sorry, Liz. I did not mean to do that…at least not with my fingers.”

“I guess it is OK. I guess I am glad you are the one to do it,” I said, trying to rationalize the situation.

Gary was still erect, and in need of some relief. As I lay naked in front of my brother, my chest heaving as I panted to recover my breath, I tried to process what had happened, and where this was leading.

Gary’s erection looked absolutely painful it was so firm, rigid and hard. It stood straight up, straining towards the ceiling in my bedroom.

Gary started to climb between my legs to position himself to enter me.

I attempted to close my thighs. To prevent this, but he was already between my legs.

“Gary, you cannot do that. We can’t do that,” I said with a resolve that surprised both of us.

“Oh Liz, I need to be inside you. Please…” he begged.

“Gary, I can’t get pregnant,” I stated with a genuine resolve.

“I won’t cum; I promise. I just want to feel inside you. Just for a minute… honest… I’ll be careful.” Positioned between my thighs as he was, I could see his boner arching up and down as he spoke, beaconing me with each throbbing pulse. God, I did want to give myself to him. I wanted my brother to deflower me tonight.

But I knew better. “We cannot take that risk.”

Gary stopped and then said, “I’ll wear a condom.”

“You have one?”

“Dad keeps a box in his dresser drawer. He always told me that I could take some if I needed them. He wanted me to have access to condoms. I guess he never envisioned that I might use them with you?”

I simply nodded. I agreed to losing my virginity tonight to my older brother. I wanted Gary to be my first.

Gary bolted out of my room, down the stairs, to retrieve the prophylactic. I had several moments to contemplate what was about to happen while he was gone. I really was going to let him enter me. Was I really was going to let my older brother fuck me? Things would never again be the same between us. Never again.

My mind swirled in a confused blur as I waited the two or three minutes for Gary’s return. I thought to myself, ‘Are you sure? It is not too late to stop this craziness. Liz, this is not how you envisioned your first intimacy… not at all.’

But despite the anxiety attack I was enduring, I did not want to retreat. I remember thinking, ‘I may regret this some day, but tonight I want to give myself to my brother, totally and unconditionally…”

Gary bounded up the stairs and rushed back to my room. Instinctively, I pulled a cover over my naked form as ITo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.