Kelsey’s Confessions: Chapter 6: I Give Myself To My Stepbrother free porn video

Introduction

In chapters 1 through 5, I told you the story of Christmas Eve 2013, during which my stepbrother and I explored each other, petted, necked and masturbated each other to amazing orgasms.

That remarkable evening, nearly a year ago, started a period of intimacy and sexual discovery between my sixteen year old stepbrother and me that we both will always cherish.

For the next eight months, Michael and I enjoyed each other, explored each other, and pleasured each other. We enjoyed everything except intercourse. Something stopped both of us from taking that final step. Michael never really pushed it, and neither did I.

I know that many, who read this story, will condemn my stepbrother and me. Many will label us sick and perverted. You may view us as pariahs, who should be separated, stopped, perhaps even punished. If you view us in this light, you do not understand the love and intimacy we shared (and continue to share).

Michael and I had developed a deep emotional and physical connection over this time period. Our relationship was far more than sexual. We developed a closeness that only someone in our situation can understand.

As August approached, I got increasingly anxious about leaving for the university. I did not know if I could force myself to end the relationship with Michael. I contemplated staying at home and attending a local junior college for a year.

But when the day finally arrived, I knew I had to go away. I knew I had to attend the university in Calgary. As painful as it was, I knew what I had to do.

And so I left Michael and the pleasure of his touch and the comfort of his embrace nearly four months ago.

Winter break, 2013:

I had just finished finals week of my first semester of my freshman year in architecture. I had returned home for winter break. This was my first visit home since leaving for college back in August. I was excited and nervous about my return home.

My stepbrother snuck into my room the first night I was home for winter break. Michael fingered me to a wonderful climax while we necked and humped in my bed. Oh how I had missed being with him for the past four months. I then took Michael in my mouth, sucked him to orgasm and ingested the salty, slightly bitter nectar of his loins.

I cannot fully explain why, but knowing that my stepbrother’s sperm were now swimming inside my tummy gave me an emotional satisfaction that I cannot describe.

I wanted to take him inside me in every way. I needed to give myself to my stepbrother. And I wanted him to take me.

This is the story of how I did, in fact, give myself to Michael…how I became his in every way possible. And yes, I still am his.

The big decision:

Lying in Michael’s arms while savoring the faint taste of the remnants of his semen that I had just ingested, I decided the time was right to broach this all important subject. I fell silent for a moment as I pondered how to ask the question. Then I broke the silence.

“Michael, have you ever thought about us going to the next level? You know, doing more?”

“You mean have intercourse?”

I nodded and was glad Michael used the term ‘intercourse’ rather than say ‘you mean fuck’. Using the term ‘fuck’ for what I was proposing would seem to cheapen a potentially beautiful act.

Michael thought before answering. “Of course I have. Have you?”

“Michael, the fact that I asked the question is pretty convincing evidence that I have.”

“Are you ready to do that? I mean, are you ready to take me? You know. Take me inside?” Michael's interest and excitement was evident in the tone of his response. I felt his penis throb against my leg as he considered this possibility.

“If you want to do that, I think I want it too,” I answered.

“What if you got pregnant?”

I was impressed that he was so responsible, and was not going to be reckless about something so important.

“Michael, do not read too much into this, but I went on the pill before coming home. I am safe.”

Michael’s next question caught me off guard a bit.

“Are you sleeping with other guys at school?” He had a hurt and slightly panicked tone. I was flattered that he expressed this concern and jealousy.

I giggled a bit and responded, “No, silly. Not at all. I went on the pill in case we decided to move to the next level. I went on birth control for you.”

I paused before continuing. “But do not feel pressured to do something you are not ready for. We are not in a rush. I don’t want you to do anything you might regret.”

“Kelsey, first, thank you. I don't think I could handle it if you were doing other guys. It would kill me."

"Michael, you are so sweet. I was worried you might have found someone else and had lost interest in me."

"Oh my god, Kelsey; you are the only girl I can even think about."

I smiled and could feel a warmth take over my core. Michael did share my feelings. I felt like a huge burden had been lifted from me.

"Michael, we don't have to do anything that you are not ready for. I do not want to push you."

"Kelsey, I want this more than you can possibly imagine. I wanted to bring it up before, but I was afraid you’d get mad, or insulted. I was afraid I would lose what we already have.”

I moved my hand so that it was resting on his penis. I could feel it swell and pulse as he spoke. Michael was growing hard as we spoke.

Michael hesitated for a moment and then he stuttered slightly as he said, “Do you want to do it now?”

“No. If we do this, it needs to be special, very special. I want to be somewhere that we can fully enjoy each other, and fully express ourselves. I want to lose my virginity to you in a way that you and I will always remember it.”

Michael interrupted me, “Where and when can we be together that way? I doubt your mom and my dad are going to give us the house again this Christmas.”

“I will get us a hotel room across town tomorrow and we can spend the afternoon and evening together. I want you to take me on a date someplace where we won’t be seen, and we can enjoy each other in a way we usually cannot. I want you to seduce me…and if you are really sweet, charming and seductive, I might let you take me back to our room and deflower me.”

“Deflower?” Michael said quizzically. He was obviously not familiar with the term.

“It means take my virginity.” I smiled, knowing that if things went as planned, very soon I would lose my cherry to my stepbrother. I could only shake my head in amazement as I considered what all our friends and family would say if they knew about this plan.

I awoke early, excited but a little scared. My stepbrother and I were preparing to take a very big step. Would we grow to regret this? I hoped not.

I spent the morning on the computer locating a motel a safe distance away from my family’s normal ‘stomping grounds’. I needed to avoid any risk of inadvertently running in to family or friends this evening.

After an extensive search, I found the Bow River Inn in Cochrane, less than an hour from Calgary. It was a nice, resort hotel on the Bow River. Michael and I had visited there years ago on a family vacation shortly after my mom married Michael's dad. It was our first vacation as our newly formed family; Michael and I were really just getting to know each other at the time.

The off season rates made this place affordable. I was able to reserve a nice room for $69. Its location made it perfectly safe. Michael and I were virtually assured of not encountering anyone we knew during this tryst. With my pulse beating wildly and my hands shaking in anticipation and excitement, I made a reservation on-line for a king suite with a Jacuzzi tub and a small kitchenette. Check in was 3:00 p.m.

I asked my mother if I could borrow her car that evening, with the promise of returning early the next morning. I told her that my best friend from high school, Stacy, and I were going to drive to her family’s cabin near Banff. We were going to do some hiking and shopping and return the next morning. Mom agreed, acknowledging that if I was still at the university, she would not even know about this trip.

So I had my transportation, a hotel room and my freedom until tomorrow morning.

Michael’s freedom would be a little more problematic since he was just seventeen and normally had a midnight curfew. He did have his own personal vehicle, so transportation was not a problem, but neither parent was likely to agree to an extended curfew without a very good excuse.

He approached my dad. He told dad that a bunch of the guys were having a ‘Fantastic Four’ marathon tonight at Gary’s house. Gary was his best friend. Michael told my dad that they were going to watch Ironman, Thor, Captain America, and the Hulk in succession over pizza. Dad liked and trusted Gary, so he agreed to allow my stepbrother to spend the night at his friend’s house with his buddies tonight.

After speaking with Michael, I heard my stepdad suggest to mom that since both kids were gone tonight, they should go out to dinner at a nice restaurant themselves. Neither parent suspected a thing.

I gave Michael the name and location of the motel as well as driving directions. The plan was I would check in at 3:00 p.m. and text Michael the room number. He would be twenty to thirty minutes behind me. We would have the entire evening to explore, flirt and excite each other.

I spent the remainder of the morning preparing for my date that night. I bathed and shaved my legs. I decided to also shave my pussy; something I had not done before.

I stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror. With my public hair removed, I appeared a bit younger. My vagina seemed much more 'exposed' without the thin covering of hair. My light pink nipples stood firmly erect atop my smallish 34B cup breasts. I was pretty with a very cute figure, but I was not truly what boys would consider 'beautiful'. I hoped Michael would like my bare vulva.

I dried my hair and put on my make up. I donned my sexiest bra and panties. They were a white, shear, semi-transparent matching set that showed off my erect nipples to their best advantage. I could also see the outline of my shaved vagina through the material of the panties. Michael would like seeing me like this.

I tried on a beige silk blouse that buttoned up the front a tan wrap around skirt that came just below the knees. I wore brown high heel boots that rose to above the hem of my skirt when I was standing.

I stood in front of the mirror to examine myself. I looked good. My brown shoulder-length hair framed my face nicely. I was not buxomly, but rather my figure was thin and athletic. Nonetheless, the nipples of my 34B cup breasts stood proudly under the shear bra and clingy silk material of my blouse.

I only buttoned the top three buttons of the wrap around skirt, so it flared open as I walked, showing a great deal of my thigh. I sat on the bed, in front of the mirror, crossing and uncrossing my legs. I quickly perfected the art of briefly and ‘innocently’ flashing the gusset of my shear panties to anyone sitting across from me as I crossed my legs.

I was going to enjoy teasing Michael tonight before allowing him to seduce me!

I knew if I tried to leave the house dressed like this, I would raise suspicions. So I took off the blouse and skirt and folded them neatly in an overnight bag. I wore a pair of jeans, sweatshirt and hiking boots instead as I prepared to leave to so that I could check into the hotel room.

I was able to sneak one unopened bottle of peppermint schnapps from the bar before leaving in mom’s Camry. I stopped at the store on my way out of town. I picked up some massage oil, some plastic glasses, forks and knives, some cheese and crackers, a few sodas and some candles. With the bottle of peppermint schnapps I ‘lifted’ from home, I was set for a wonderful evening of romance and seduction

It took me just under an hour driving up highway 1A to arrive in Cochrane and find the motel. I checked into the hotel shortly after three o'clock. I paid with cash, but they required a credit card as security in case there was any damage to the room. I needed to be certain that there were no incidental charges, since I certainly did not want to explain to my stepfather any charges from the Bow River Inn in Cochrane.

Yes, cash was definitely the way to go here.

The hotel was nice and clean. It was a bit old, and the furniture and carpet were dated, and somewhat worn; but it was certainly nice enough for Michael and me to experience our first intercourse.

I texted Michael the room number with a cryptic message indicating I was here, waiting for him.

The response was immediate. ‘I’m already on my way’. I thought to myself that I needed to chastise that boy about texting and driving, but that lecture could wait for another day.

While I waited, I arranged and lit the candles, put the soda in the mini refrigerator, set out the cheese and crackers, and opened the bottle of peppermint schnapps.

I changed clothes. I removed my sweatshirt and jeans, and donned my silk blouse and skirt. I only buttoned the top two buttons of my skirt. With only two buttons holding it in place, I had to consciously work to keep my private parts covered as I sat there. I put on my high heeled boots.

This was not an outrageously sexy or revealing outfit, but it was the best I had. It was certainly more revealing that anything I had worn previously. But with my shear bra and panties, the high heel boots and with several buttons left undone, I felt sexy and exposed. I liked this feeling.

I stood and looked at myself, and considered that perhaps for tonight, I might be so bold as to go ‘braless’. This is something I had never done before. I removed my bra, replaced the silk blouse and examined my ‘new look’ in the mirror.

I blushed at how exposed my nipples were under the silk material. Without the bra, you could see every bump and contour of my erect nipples under the clingy material. The darker pink of my aureoles was plainly obvious. I felt that I would not be more exposed if I went topless.

I started to replace the bra as I felt this was too bold, too slutty. But something stopped me. I wanted to expose myself to Michael this way. And I decided to wait until he arrived and get his opinion whether or not this was ‘too much’. I would ask him if I should put my bra on before we went to dinner. I would let my man for the evening decide how exposed he wanted his date tonight. After all, tonight I belonged to him, totally. I was his.

I could feel my vagina lubricating as I thought about what was in store for me this evening. My panties were starting to get damp already, and Michael was not even here yet!

I was nervous and excited. It was really going to happen. I poured one glass of peppermint schnapps to help me relax as I waited. I finished the first glass of schnapps, and poured myself another. I needed to relax. My heart was literally pounding in my chest in anticipation of what was going to happen tonight.

I was just beginning to get a light headed, warm euphoric feeling as I sipped my second glass of peppermint schnapps. I knew that any misgivings I might have would be erased by this second glass of peppermint favored liquor.

Twenty minutes later, there was a soft, almost timid knock on the door. Michael was here.

I opened the door while holding the half empty glass of peppermint schnapps. A gust of wind blew my skirt apart, exposing my panties for an instant until I could close the skirt again. The cold Calgary winter made my nipples stand even more erect. Michael looked me up and done, smiling broadly. His eyes seemed to fixate on my braless breasts.

“God, Kelsey, you look great. God you are sexy.”

I blushed at the compliment, but relished in this praise. I did feel truly beautiful tonight. It was a feeling that I seldom experienced previously.

Michael came in looked around the room at the candles, the peppermint schnapps and cheese, and then back at me. He looked at our image in the mirror. The bulge in the front of his pants was quite noticeable.

“Kelsey, what did you do to your butt?” Michael asked as he stared at my ass with some excitement.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean it looks great under that skirt. I never noticed your butt before. It is all...I don’t know…sticking out and stuff.”

“It’s these high heel boots. Whenever I wear high heels, it makes my butt stick out. That’s one of the reasons women wear them,” I explained.

“Well it looks great. You look great.”

I smiled appreciatively. His tone indicated he really meant it.

He looked around the room some more, taking it all in, and said, “You really went all out, didn’t you? You really meant it when you said you wanted this to be a romantic evening.”

I just shook my head silently.

With the two of us standing in front of the large window that overlooked the parking lot, he reached up to softly cup my breast. His fingers reached up and traced their way across my left breast, sending a shiver through me.

“I like the way your breasts look without a bra. Very sexy.”

As Michael gently tugged at my nipple, I glanced out the window and saw two men were in the parking lot, staring in at us. They watched as Michael felt me up. Their interest was piqued as Michel teased my nipple. They looked to be in their late 20’s or early 30’s. One of them reminded me of one of the graduate students who taught my chemistry lab. He was a bit of a hunk too.

I was embarrassed, but something about being watched excited me. I felt wickedly naughty being watched this way.

I started to remove Michael’s hand from my breast and end the show we were putting on for our unexpected audience, but something stopped me. I did not remove his hand. Instead I let my stepbrother continue to feel up his stepsister as others watched. Instead I raised my half empty glass of peppermint schnapps towards my audience as if to toast them, took a sip and then set the glass on the window sill. Michael was unaware we were being watched, so I gave my stepbrother a passionate, lengthy open mouthed kiss. Our tongues danced together as I pressed my body into Michael’s. His fingers continued to tease my nipple.

I broke off he kiss, and looked through the window. They were still there.

I glanced down at Michael’s crotch and could see his penis growing erect inside his jeans. A noticeable tent was forming down his left pant leg indicating that he found everything about me, including my kiss and my small, perky breasts, arousing.

I then glanced back into the parking lot. The two men were standing between two cars, openly staring at me through the window. They had stopped talking to each other and were openly gawking at us now.

I felt myself start to leak more profusely into my panties now as these two men watched my stepbrother feel me as I stood there. Without removing his hand, I looked directly at my audience and smiled at them, letting them know again I knew they were watching.

With my right hand I reached down and felt Michael’s large boner through his jeans without breaking eye contact with my audience. With my left hand, I slowly reached up and grabbed the drawstring that activates the drapes in the room. While continuing to massage my stepbrother’s erection through the denim material, I pulled down on the drawstring, slowly and seductively closing the drapes and ending the show.

My mind was swirling and my heart was pounding as I discovered this first indication that I had an exhibitionist streak in me.

“Some men were standing in the parking lot watching you feel me up just now. They were just standing there in the parking lot watching us.” I said with my voice quaking with excitement.

“They were? Is that why you just closed the drapes? How did that make you feel?” Michael asked.

“I was embarrassed, but it also excited me. I don’t know why it did, but it did.” I thought for a second and then added, “Imagine what they would have thought if they knew you were feeling up your own stepsister?”

“Oh, you are a naughty girl, aren’t you? I don’t know. I imagine they would think that I was one lucky stepbrother. I imagine they would have wondered what I was going to do to my stepsister next. I imagine they wanted to watch whatever I am going to do to you.”

I nodded in agreement. “I feel very naughty right now. That was such a rush. And I think they knew full well what you intend to do to me. I don’t think we left much doubt about that.”

I knew from the expression on both men’s faces that they wanted to watch some more, and that pleased me. And some deep, dark part of me wanted to show them more too. I imagined both of them going to their rooms now and jacking off thinking about Michael and me.

Michael released my breast and I removed my hand from his bulging dick. Michael surveyed the room once again. “This is nice. I like the candles.”

Michael had no idea how profoundly being watched as he felt me up impacted me. The image of those two men watching me was seared into my brain at that moment. But right now, Michael deserved my full attention, not the two voyeurs in the parking lot.

As Michael looked at the candles, crackers and cheese and peppermint schnapps, I stammered for a moment before saying, “Is this alright? Do you mind? I really want this to be very special.”

“Of course I don’t mind. I think it is great. I am impressed, that's all.”

“Michael, I do not want to rush this. I want to take our time. I want to pretend this is our first date. And we just get carried away.” I paused, “In a way, it really is our first date. We have never been together outside of the house before. Tonight we don’t have to worry about being caught or seen. I want to savor every second of this evening.”

“Me too,” was his only response.

Michael took my hand, walked me over to the desk chair and sat down, leaving me standing directly in front of him, facing him. He reached up under my skirt and slid his hand between my thighs, moving slowly and seductively towards the gusset of my panties.

This was actually happening faster than I had planned, or than I wanted. Nonetheless, I parted my legs slightly.

“Michael, I thought we would wait until after dinner to ‘do the deed’, so to speak. I want to go slow and savor this experience,” I said nervously, without a great deal of resolve.

“Kelsey, I am about to burst…I do not know if I can wait. Besides, I want to at least ‘say hello’ to your beautiful pussy.” His fingers reached the crotch of my panties and he remarked, “Good god girl, you feel like you have wet yourself.”

“I have been thinking about this all day. I almost played with myself, but I stopped. I was a good girl. I wanted to share any orgasms I have today with you,” I explained.

I did not mention the fact that being watched moments ago had added a good deal of wetness to my panties. I figured I would keep that fact to myself for now.

I glanced at the window and saw that I had not closed the drapes completely. There was about a six inch gap that would allow someone walking by to gaze in and catch a glimpse of Michael and me, if they were looking. No one was currently looking in, but the thought that they might excited me. I was discovering new things about my sexual psyche' all the time.

Michael was stroking his fingers up and down the gusset of my shear panties, gently pushing the silky material in between the bulging lips of my vulva, teasing me. Involuntarily, I was rocking my hips in rhythm to the fingers stimulating my clitoris.

I began to realize that I was not going to have my romantic dinner before losing my virginity. Neither Michael nor I had the patience or will power to wait that long.

Standing there in front of my brother as he strummed his fingers across my sensitive and erect clit, I knew I was helpless. He owned me tonight. I knew it and he knew it.

With his hand underneath my skirt, Michael continued to explore the outside of my panties, teasing me. Being made to stand there while my stepbrother touched me had an element of submission that aroused me further.

“You’re not going to take me to dinner first, are you?” I panted rhetorically.

“Don’t worry. If you’re a good girl, I may take you to dinner later,” Michael responded coyly. “Do you think you’re going to be a good girl tonight?”

“Michael, seriously? I am letting my stepbrother fondle my vagina right now. I imagine that by almost any standard, I would be considered a very bad girl right now.”

“Valid point. But I think it is really good that you are being so bad. I think I have the sexiest stepsister in the world.”

Michael ran his fingers inside the leg of my panties, finding my wet opening. With the crotch of my panties pushed to the side, my stepbrother penetrated the opening of my vagina with the tips of two fingers as I stood there shamelessly. I squatted slightly to allow him better, deeper access.

As I squatted, I started to lose my balance. I placed my hands on his broad shoulders as I tried to stabilize myself while standing in my high heel boots allowing my stepbrother to finger me.

“Michael, you are turning me on so much. I love your touch.”

After several minutes of penetrating me with his fingers, Michael removed his fingers from my vagina. He slid both hands up my outer thighs and under my skirt. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my panties. He started to lower them.

And yes, I allowed him to do so. I wanted my brother to strip me.

(Aside: Now I realize that these next few paragraphs are not particularly sexy, quite the opposite….but it is what happened the night I lost my virginity. I decided to tell you truth rather than tell you a sexy, but unrealistic fantasy….so here are the actual and very real facts….)

I felt my panties slide across my buttocks and down my legs. Then Michael, and my panties, encountered my boots. Michael struggled to get my panties over my boots, and it just was not working. For several awkward moments we struggled trying to get my sheer white panties over my boots before recognizing this was a futile effort.

The awkwardness and clumsiness did momentarily disrupt the passion of the moment.

We looked at each other and laughed at our ridiculous predicament. My panties were a tangled mess around my ankles, hopelessly tangled around the heels of my boots. Michael held my hand to balance me as I stumbled toward the bed, my ankles severely constrained. The walk to the bed, with my ankles tied together with my panties, was not a sexy scene.

I fell back on the bed, my legs high in the air, and my ankles ‘tied together by my panties’. Michael took my left leg in his hands and started to pull my boot off.

In this position, my legs were splayed open, with my virginal vagina shamelessly gaped open as my younger stepbrother struggled to remove one of my boots. Michael’s eyes never left my pussy.

Staring at my crotch, he exclaimed, “Kelsey, you shaved yourself.”

“Yes, I did it for you,” was my answer as the boot started to pull free. “Do you approve?”

“Oh hell yes, I very much approve. God you are sexy.”

I felt so bare and exposed as Michael studied my shaved vulva and open vagina.

 After a minute of wrestling, my left boot sprung free. And my panties came off my left ankle with the boot. I lay there, my pussy gaped open, with my panties around my right ankle and wearing only one boot on my right leg.

Michael slid his hand up my inner thigh and massaged my clitoris before slowly inserting one finger into my wet opening. He twirled his fingers just inside the opening of my vagina before slowly withdrawing them, leaving me panting.

He brought his hand to his mouth and he tasted my juice off his index finger as I watched. Rather than being repulsed by this action, I was intrigued and flattered. I very much liked the idea that my stepbrother savored the taste of my ‘juices’.

“Kelsey, I love the taste of you.”

“Michael, please remove my other boot,” I asked.

I wanted to be stripped naked prior to being deflowered. For some strange and unexplainable reason, I enjoyed Michael removing my boots while my vagina was gaped open this way for his inspection. I liked the expression on his face when he looked at my open and exposed pussy.

After removing my other boot, and my panties from my right leg, Michael stood up and kicked off his shoes. He then removed his shirt. Lying on the bed, with my legs open, and my pussy exposed, I watched my stepbrother strip for me. His broad shoulders and well developed pectoral muscles looked like they had been chiseled from stone. I watched as he unbuckled his belt and lowered his zipper.

As he removed his jeans and boxer shorts together, his erection literally sprang up, straining towards the ceiling. Admittedly, I had become very familiar with Michael’s erect penis over the past year, but this was different. This time I was prepared to allow him to enter me with that large erect cock. I was prepared to allow him to rupture my hymen, and to deposit all his sperm inside my womb.

Lying on the bed, observing my stepbrother, naked and erect, as I looked at him between my knees, I was taken by his total physique. His muscular arms, and chest and his tight, rippled stomach only seemed to frame the massive erection rising from his groin. I could not help but think that this is what Michelangelo’s David would look like if they had chiseled the statue with a massive boner! Yes, my stepbrother was a very sexy man.

It was a beautiful penis indeed. It was so hard and rigid. It was the only penis that I ‘knew’, but I was confident that it surpassed every girl’s expectations for her first intercourse. It was at least 7 inches in length, perhaps longer. Its thick veins gave it an intimidating, almost sinister appearance.

I knew this was the penis I wanted to ‘pop my cherry’.

“Michael, please strip me naked. Please take me, and make me yours.” I said lying there passively, wanting to be taken, penetrated, and ravaged.

Michael unbuttoned the two buttons holding my skirt around my waist. I lifted my bottom so he could pull my skirt free, leaving me ‘bottomless’. My shaved pubis made me feel even more exposed like this. I unbuttoned my blouse but waited for him to remove it, which he did. Before climbing on the bed, Michaels peeled off his socks, leaving us both completely naked.

Michael climbed on the bed, between my thighs, his penis waving proudly in front of him. He leaned forward and took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking on it gently. I caressed his head as he suckled at my breast. His fingers were exploring the wetness of my vagina.

I was wet, open and ready to try to accommodate him.

He positioned himself so his cock was bobbing up and down at the very opening of my vagina. My juices were leaking out of me as I felt the head of his cock nudging at my vulva.

As I felt the head trying to enter me, he felt larger that I was expecting. His penis was much thicker than his two fingers which until this moment were the largest girth that had entered my virginal opening. I was suddenly frightened as the head of his glans started to wedge its way into me, stretching me open wider than I have ever been before.

I pleaded in his ear, “Go slow. You are very big and I am not sure I can take you. Don’t hurt me.”

But rather than remain still and wait to allow me to adjust to his girth, Michael’s excitement as the head of his erection passed the outer most ring of my vagina was too great. It drove him to push inside me. I felt my vagina being stretched to accommodate the bulbous head of his glans and it started to hurt.

I got scared that it was too much. The pain of being stretched so quickly to accommodate the thickness of this massive tool caused me to tense up and start to panic a bit.

“Wait Michael, stop.” I needed time to adjust to his girth and to allow my tiny little vagina to adjust to the size of my invader.

But once the head of his penis found its way inside my vaginal opening, Michael was not going to ‘wait’ or ‘slow down’. He was prepared to fuck his stepsister. And with him between my open thighs, there was nothing I could do to control the rate of his penetration.

I felt my stepbrother suddenly plunge himself into me. He did not fully bury his erection inside me, but his sudden entry of three or four inches was too much. Instantly I felt a searing pain inside my vagina as he ruptured my hymen with one brutal thrust. A loud, painful squeal escaped me as I was suddenly impaled. For just a moment it felt like a red hot poker had been crammed inside of me. I saw a flash of white light as the sudden pain shot through my core.

Almost instantly, Michael stiffened and I could feel his penis throb and pulse inside of me. With only one thrust, Michael began to ejaculate inside me. Pinned under him, I was accepting his semen as he came inside of me.

I was amazed at the speed at which he climaxed. This had never happened before. After all, in all our previous encounters, which did not involve intercourse, Michael had always ensured that I achieved my orgasm before he climaxed. I was confused, and disappointed, by the suddenness of his orgasm.

“Kelsey, I am sorry…I could not help it…” His penis was not as rigid now, but remained inside me, in a heavy and somewhat firm state.

By now the momentary, searing pain had subsidized.

Instantly, I understood. The excitement of being allowed inside of me overtook him. I suddenly felt loved, desirable, and I felt maternal towards Michael. I wanted to comfort him, despite my disappointment that my deflowering had not gone precisely how I had imagined it might.

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