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In the days that followed, Neil didn’t mention what had happened and neither did I. He didn’t behave any differently towards me, nor I to him, not overtly anyway, but something had changed. There was an awkwardness between us, I’m not sure if anyone else in the family sensed it, but they didn’t seem to.
I didn’t know if he felt guilty, or embarrassed, about coming into my room and introducing me to the anatomy of his erect penis. I didn’t know if I felt guilty for enjoying the experience, or if I’d wanted to go further than we had. How far would things have gone if Neil hadn’t scuttled off, when he heard our mother’s footsteps? What I did know, was that I couldn’t stop thinking about it. About the feel of his hot, hard cock pulsating in my hand or of his hands caressing my tits and how unbelievably hard my nipples had gone. Since the night, Neil had crept into my room, and initiated the unmentionable encounter, I’d lain awake anticipating, another knock on the door. I wasn’t sure if I was dreading that knock, or hoping for it.
When it came, week or so later, my heart nearly leapt out of my chest.
“Who is it?” I asked tentatively, knowing full well who it was.
“It’s me...” Neil whispered through the door. ”Can I come in?”
“Why?” I asked nervously. As if I didn’t know that as well.
“Why do you think?”
“I don’t know” I lied. I knew he shouldn’t, we shouldn’t, but…
The handle turned and the door slowly opened, his silhouette hovered in the doorway, backlit by the landing light, he edged into the room. Quietly he closed the door and shuffled over to my bed.
“What do you want?” I asked.
He sat down on the side of my bed.
“I’d really like to touch your tits again.” He breathed, excitedly. ”If that’s ok?”
I felt his hands sliding over my duvet, tracing the contours on my breasts. My nipples went instantly hard.
“Does that feel nice?” He asked.
He continued to fondle them, squeezing and kneading them through the covers.
I let out an involuntary groan of pleasure.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He chuckled.
“I suppose it does feel quite nice,” I agreed, my voice shaking.
He pulled the duvet down and began to caress my hard nipples through my pyjamas. I gasped. I started to undo the buttons. My heart pounded, my pussy pulsed, wetness welled up between my lips . I opened my top. The feeling of my brother’s fingers dancing over my bare breasts was exhilarating.
“Do you want to feel my cock?”
I did, I really wanted to feel it, to feel it big and hard and throbbing in my hand. I wanted to stroke it, like he’d shown me.
“Ok”. I agreed.
Neil shuffled up the bed. He was also in his pyjamas. I stretched out a hand and allowed it to glide over the distinct bump in his shorts, just about visible in the semi-dark.
It was his time to groan. I pulled the leg of his shorts up, over the twitching bulge, freeing his cock. It popped out, as if spring loaded. Eagerly I wrapped my fingers it and began to slide my hand up and down the full length. It was bigger than I remembered. As my palm moved up his meaty pole and over the rim of his shiny tip, I felt a massive dribble of hot sticky wetness. I’d seen the clear liquid oozing from his cock last time, but this was virtually pouring out.
“Oh my God! Did you cum?” I gasped.
He laughed. “No, that’s just pre-cum, when I cum there’s loads more than that and it’s different”.
“Pre-cum?”
“Yeah, I get loads when I’m really excited.
“That’s not sperm then?” Apart from being incredibly excited, I was also highly curious.
“No, it’s kind of milky…and it shoots out!”
He paused. “You can make me cum if you like?”
“I don’t know”. I muttered nervously. “Won’t it make a mess? And what if someone comes up stairs like last time?”
“Don’t you have tissues?” He asked.
“Well, yeah.”
“I can catch it.” he assured me. “It won’t take long, trust me. And If we hear someone you can stop before I cum. If anyone knocks on the door I’ll pretend I’m borrowing an LP or something.
“We’ll have to turn the light on, so you can see”. He continued, enthusiastically. “And I need to see as well, so I can catch my spunk.
“I guess it will be educational.” I laughed.
I leant across and turned the light on, still holding his cock in my other hand.
I began to stroke it. It was nicely lubricated. His pre-cum had continued to flow and was running freely down the shaft. As I repeatedly pulled my hand up over his helmet his juices turned into a white foam, his hot fleshy pole squelched in my hand. It felt wonderful.
My juices were flowing just as copiously, I could feel them dripping from my hot pussy. I wanted to slide my other hand between my legs. Neil would love that!
Letting him have a go on my tits was one thing, but exposing my cunt, that was something else. As excited as I was, and I WAS incredibly aroused, I resisted the temptation.
If he’d asked, who knows where it might have led, but he didn’t. Typical man, he was more interested in his own pleasure.
His breathing became more frantic, his body stiffened. I sensed he wasn’t far away. In fact…
“I’m , I’m going to…” Before the words passed his lips, a fountain of sperm erupted from his engorged, shiny, bulbous tip. It spurted into the air, not one jet, but wave after wave of sticky white mess. He groaned and gasped with delight. as his little sister’s hand pumped him dry.
He managed to catch some in a tissue, a fair bit cascaded down over my fingers, the rest landed on my carpet.
My pussy ached, my lips were swollen and hot, my clit hard and screaming to be touched.
I let go of Neil’s cock, which had was starting to soften and grabbed a tissue to wipe his cum from my hand. It was SO sticky. I lifted the tissue to my nose and sniffed curiously.
It smelt sort of musty, not exactly nice, certainly not fragrant…but sort of appealing.
“That was amazing, thanks”. He smiled.
“Happy to be of service”. I smiled back.
“So, I’ll clean the carpet, shall I?” I asked, sarcastically. ”Typical!”
“I’d better go and clean myself up”. He blushed and slid out of my bedroom.
I was left somewhat bewildered, but nevertheless in a state of intense, arousal. I pulled my pyjama bottoms down, opened my legs and masturbated like I’d never masturbated before.
I didn’t know if he felt guilty, or embarrassed, about coming into my room and introducing me to the anatomy of his erect penis. I didn’t know if I felt guilty for enjoying the experience, or if I’d wanted to go further than we had. How far would things have gone if Neil hadn’t scuttled off, when he heard our mother’s footsteps? What I did know, was that I couldn’t stop thinking about it. About the feel of his hot, hard cock pulsating in my hand or of his hands caressing my tits and how unbelievably hard my nipples had gone. Since the night, Neil had crept into my room, and initiated the unmentionable encounter, I’d lain awake anticipating, another knock on the door. I wasn’t sure if I was dreading that knock, or hoping for it.
When it came, week or so later, my heart nearly leapt out of my chest.
“Who is it?” I asked tentatively, knowing full well who it was.
“It’s me...” Neil whispered through the door. ”Can I come in?”
“Why?” I asked nervously. As if I didn’t know that as well.
“Why do you think?”
“I don’t know” I lied. I knew he shouldn’t, we shouldn’t, but…
The handle turned and the door slowly opened, his silhouette hovered in the doorway, backlit by the landing light, he edged into the room. Quietly he closed the door and shuffled over to my bed.
“What do you want?” I asked.
He sat down on the side of my bed.
“I’d really like to touch your tits again.” He breathed, excitedly. ”If that’s ok?”
I felt his hands sliding over my duvet, tracing the contours on my breasts. My nipples went instantly hard.
“Does that feel nice?” He asked.
He continued to fondle them, squeezing and kneading them through the covers.
I let out an involuntary groan of pleasure.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He chuckled.
“I suppose it does feel quite nice,” I agreed, my voice shaking.
He pulled the duvet down and began to caress my hard nipples through my pyjamas. I gasped. I started to undo the buttons. My heart pounded, my pussy pulsed, wetness welled up between my lips . I opened my top. The feeling of my brother’s fingers dancing over my bare breasts was exhilarating.
“Do you want to feel my cock?”
I did, I really wanted to feel it, to feel it big and hard and throbbing in my hand. I wanted to stroke it, like he’d shown me.
“Ok”. I agreed.
Neil shuffled up the bed. He was also in his pyjamas. I stretched out a hand and allowed it to glide over the distinct bump in his shorts, just about visible in the semi-dark.
It was his time to groan. I pulled the leg of his shorts up, over the twitching bulge, freeing his cock. It popped out, as if spring loaded. Eagerly I wrapped my fingers it and began to slide my hand up and down the full length. It was bigger than I remembered. As my palm moved up his meaty pole and over the rim of his shiny tip, I felt a massive dribble of hot sticky wetness. I’d seen the clear liquid oozing from his cock last time, but this was virtually pouring out.
“Oh my God! Did you cum?” I gasped.
He laughed. “No, that’s just pre-cum, when I cum there’s loads more than that and it’s different”.
“Pre-cum?”
“Yeah, I get loads when I’m really excited.
“That’s not sperm then?” Apart from being incredibly excited, I was also highly curious.
“No, it’s kind of milky…and it shoots out!”
He paused. “You can make me cum if you like?”
“I don’t know”. I muttered nervously. “Won’t it make a mess? And what if someone comes up stairs like last time?”
“Don’t you have tissues?” He asked.
“Well, yeah.”
“I can catch it.” he assured me. “It won’t take long, trust me. And If we hear someone you can stop before I cum. If anyone knocks on the door I’ll pretend I’m borrowing an LP or something.
“We’ll have to turn the light on, so you can see”. He continued, enthusiastically. “And I need to see as well, so I can catch my spunk.
“I guess it will be educational.” I laughed.
I leant across and turned the light on, still holding his cock in my other hand.
I began to stroke it. It was nicely lubricated. His pre-cum had continued to flow and was running freely down the shaft. As I repeatedly pulled my hand up over his helmet his juices turned into a white foam, his hot fleshy pole squelched in my hand. It felt wonderful.
My juices were flowing just as copiously, I could feel them dripping from my hot pussy. I wanted to slide my other hand between my legs. Neil would love that!
Letting him have a go on my tits was one thing, but exposing my cunt, that was something else. As excited as I was, and I WAS incredibly aroused, I resisted the temptation.
If he’d asked, who knows where it might have led, but he didn’t. Typical man, he was more interested in his own pleasure.
His breathing became more frantic, his body stiffened. I sensed he wasn’t far away. In fact…
“I’m , I’m going to…” Before the words passed his lips, a fountain of sperm erupted from his engorged, shiny, bulbous tip. It spurted into the air, not one jet, but wave after wave of sticky white mess. He groaned and gasped with delight. as his little sister’s hand pumped him dry.
He managed to catch some in a tissue, a fair bit cascaded down over my fingers, the rest landed on my carpet.
My pussy ached, my lips were swollen and hot, my clit hard and screaming to be touched.
I let go of Neil’s cock, which had was starting to soften and grabbed a tissue to wipe his cum from my hand. It was SO sticky. I lifted the tissue to my nose and sniffed curiously.
It smelt sort of musty, not exactly nice, certainly not fragrant…but sort of appealing.
“That was amazing, thanks”. He smiled.
“Happy to be of service”. I smiled back.
“So, I’ll clean the carpet, shall I?” I asked, sarcastically. ”Typical!”
“I’d better go and clean myself up”. He blushed and slid out of my bedroom.
I was left somewhat bewildered, but nevertheless in a state of intense, arousal. I pulled my pyjama bottoms down, opened my legs and masturbated like I’d never masturbated before.
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