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I woke Saturday morning, tired and restless. I did not sleep very well, which following our Friday night fuck fest was quite unusual for me.  Usually, I sleep very well after cumming; and Friday night I had two powerful orgasms.

However, I was troubled by how the evening had ended. If you recall, Marc, my long-term partner, had convinced me to reveal the details of my teenage masturbation fantasies to him. These fantasies involved an improbable scenario where I was caught masturbating by my older brother, and then, as punishment, I was forced to strip in front of my brother and father, exposing my teenage vagina to their gaze and inspection in my family’s living room.

It was a wicked fantasy of submission and exhibitionism, with an element of incest.It  was naughty. And, it was wrong. However, as a sixteen-year-old girl who was just beginning to discover her own sexuality, it was terribly arousing; and it never failed to allow me to achieve my adolescent orgasm in the privacy of my bedroom.

And, I had never shared these private, wicked thoughts with anyone else previously.

Not surprisingly, Marc found the story incredibly arousing. We enjoyed a simultaneous orgasm as we fucked while I related these teenage fantasies to my partner. It was an exciting and fun evening.

However, right before we drifted off to sleep, Marc asked me an embarrassing question…one that I had not anticipated. And, in a moment of panic and shame, I lied. And, lying is something I do not do, and I do not tolerate…

Hence, my sleepless night. I woke up knowing that I had to set the record straight, no matter the cost, no matter the consequences. I was committed to not letting the lie go ‘uncorrected’.

Marc was already up, enjoying his morning coffee, and reading the financial news on his computer when I came into the front room of our apartment. I had not dressed yet. I was still wearing the t-shirt and panties that I had slept in. Marc was wearing a UCLA sweatshirt and a pair of gym shorts.

I entered the room, cleared my throat, and announced, “Marc, I need to talk with you about something.”

“This sounds serious. What’s up?”

“Well, you know how much I hate lying?”

“Yeah, what do you think I lied about?” he asked defensively.

I sighed, “Not you…me. And I hope you won’t be too mad.”

I paused to gauge his reaction.

Marc, closed his computer, and sat up in his chair. “Okay, I am listening.”

“Well, I was not completely truthful last night about something. You caught me off guard with one of your questions. You asked me about something I was not prepared to discuss, and I kind of lied a little bit…”

“Go on.”

“You remember last night when you got me to tell you about my teenage fantasies?”

“How could I forget? Just thinking about it makes me hard…that story about you having to strip and stand naked in front of your brother and your dad…well, it was fucking hot. So where was the lie?” There was an energy and enthusiasm in his voice as he recalled my naughty teenage fantasies.

“Well, right before we went to sleep, you asked if I had ever actually done anything with my brother…remember?”

“Yeah, I remember…you said you hadn’t.”

“I know. Well that is not completely true.”

“It’s not?” Marc asked with increased interest.

I cleared my throat again, working up the courage to confess my sin.

“Not entirely. Gary and I ‘experimented’ a bit when we were teenagers. I’ve never told anyone about this…I never would have volunteered it to you. But you asked me…and I don’t want to lie to you…”

“Okay, first of all, you don’t ever have to lie to me…about anything. I’m not going to judge you, or condemn you. And, the story you told me last night was so fucking sexy…anything you did with your brother is just going to turn me on. So, what does ‘experimented’ mean?”

“Experimented means, experimented…you know a little innocent exploration.”

“And what precisely did this exploration involve?”

“I don’t know…I’m embarrassed to even talk about it.”

“Julie, you don’t need to be embarrassed, and you know that you are going to tell me. Did this exploration occur before or after you started having your little fantasy about being forced to strip in front of your brother?”

“After…it was when Gary came home from college for winter break.”

“How old were you?”

“I was sixteen. I don’t think Gary had turned nineteen yet.”

“Did you ‘do it’ with him?”

“No…we didn’t do that. But we played around the edges a bit.” I hesitated for a second, not exactly sure if I wanted to say more. I decided that I owed it to my brother to tell the whole truth here. “And, it was really my fault…I was more the instigator than he was.”

“You were? Well you little minx…Okay, tell me what happened. And, you know I love details,” Marc chimed.

He was leaning forward now, literally hanging in anticipation of what I might tell him. I could see that rather than ridicule me, or chastise me, Marc was going to find this sordid story titillating. Given the choice between him being horrified and titillated, I guess titillated was the preferred option, huh?

“Well it happened when he was home from college over Christmas break. I think he was in his freshman year. Gary was out with some friends one night and he got himself really fucked up.”

“Fucked up?”

“Yeah, drunk…too drunk to drive. I think it was a week night, and my parents had gone to bed early…anyway, I got a text from Jenna that said, ‘Call me ASAP. Important. About Gary’. Jenna was a friend of Gary’s from high school. He always claimed they were just friends, but I always thought she had a thing for him…

“So, I called her and she said ‘Gary’s all fucked up. He’s drank way too much and we can’t let him drive home…in fact, none of us really should be driving tonight’. So, I agreed to go get him. I snuck out of the house without waking my parents, and drove over to Jenna’s to find my older brother sloppy drunk.

“Well, long story short, his friends helped me load Gary into my car and I got him home. He had the presence of mind to sneak into my parents’ house quietly. And, I managed to get him upstairs to his room, undetected. My parents were sound asleep downstairs, none the wiser.

“One thing about Gary, he is not a nasty drunk…he is not belligerent…quite the opposite…he gets kind of amorous, and really sweet…as we are driving home, and as I am helping him up the stairs, he’s going on and on about how he loves me, and misses me, and what a beautiful young woman I have become…he was actually getting a little ‘sappy’…

“I knew it was the alcohol talking, but it was quite flattering nonetheless. Truthfully, I had a bit of a silly crush on my older brother, and his compliments felt really good…especially the ones about my physical appearance. He was not crude, but he did remark about how I was ‘filling out nicely’, and getting a ‘nice figure’.

“I was feeling really warm and close to my brother that evening, despite the fact that I had to go get his drunk ass at his friend’s house.

“As I helped him to his room, which adjoined to mine via a shared bathroom, I said, ‘Gary get out of these clothes and get into bed.’ I just wanted him to lose his jeans and climb under the covers, but Gary pulled his shirt over his head, and unbuckled his pants, unclasped the snap. Then, without warning, he pulled them down, along with his underwear. As he did, his flaccid penis flopped out. He was naked except for his socks…

"Marc, I was really shocked and amazed, I said something like, ‘Jesus, Gary, I did not mean for you to strip naked.’ I could not help staring at the six-inch-long flaccid penis in front of me.

“Gary was unfazed. He replied, ‘Hell, it’s not like you have never seen one of these before, sis,’ as he stepped out of the legs of his pants, pulling them inside out, and attempted to hand them to me.

“Gary seemed to be completely at ease being naked right now with no pretense of modesty.

“I stood there in shock. The truth was that this was the very first penis I had ever seen. I had not even seen my dad naked before. But I certainly did not want to admit my inexperience to my brother.

“I said, ‘That’s not the point, Gary. You are not supposed to be showing your dick to your little sister.’

“But Marc, despite my desire to look away, I could not stop staring at my first real life penis. I was mesmerized by its size, shape and color. The first thing I noticed was the distinct head that appeared to stand apart from the shaft. And the color was darker, almost purple; nothing like Gary’s normal complexion.

“I admit, I was intrigued by the cock exposed in front of me despite the fact that it was attached to my older brother. I was embarrassed and excited at the same time; but I could not stop staring. In his alcohol induced haze, Gary did not seem to notice my stare.

“I remember thinking how ironic it was that my fantasy was of me being stripped naked in front of my brother, not the other way around; yet, here I was.

“He then fell backwards on to his bed atop the covers. As he fell back, I remember his penis flopping up and slapping against his lower abdomen, making a distinct smacking sound.

Marc interrupted me. “Baby, we need to finish this story in the bedroom.”

“Oh my, you are a wicked boy, aren’t you?”

“That’s why we are such a good match,” Marc replied as he led me to our bedroom. “Continue.”

As we entered our bedroom, I continued, “…I slowly turned away from my brother’s naked form lying on the bed, but as I walked away, I realized that I could feel my pulse in my clitoris and my vagina was getting wet. The sight of my brother’s penis was arousing me! I was embarrassed by my reaction, but I was reacting to this sight. And the image of Gary’s naked body, particularly his penis, was etched in my mind, firmly! I caught myself looking back over my shoulder as I exited his room, stealing one more glance at his naked body.

“Gary was lying on his back, naked on his bed, spread eagle; his arm was across his face, shielding his eyes from the light.

“I stole one more glance. I had to admit that he had a marvelous body. He had muscular arms and shoulders; a well-defined chest; a flat, tight abdomen; nice, muscular thighs; and a very intriguing penis. Although I had no other penises to compare to it, Gary’s penis seemed exceptionally large and thick compared to what I expected a penis to be.

“I stood there studying his naked form for several moments before I grabbed a sheet from the hall linen closet, and covered my stepbrother’s naked form. I closed the door quietly as I left, and retreated to my room next door. I could not get the image out of my mind.

“I undressed, donned my normal sleeping attire: a t-shirt and kept on my panties. And I climbed into bed.

“Almost without thinking, I found my fingers moving inside my panties as I revisited the image of my brother’s naked body. I was surprised at how wet I was. My reaction embarrassed me. I felt ashamed, but very aroused. I rubbed small circles around my erect clitoris, and I achieved an orgasm remarkably quickly. Normally it takes me fifteen minutes, or so, to masturbate to orgasm. That night, I got myself there in about two minutes. It was a new record! I was not proud of myself at that moment. But my orgasm was more intense than normal.

“My self-induced sexual release relaxed me, and I drifted off to sleep still thinking about that wonderfully erotic image of my brother’s naked body.”

I stopped talking as Marc led me to the bed, and started removing my tee-shirt, leaving me wearing only my panties.

“Oh my, you are going to fuck me again, while I tell you about what I did with my brother?”

“I most definitely am…and this time, no fantasies…I want to know precisely what you did with Gary…I want to hear the Julie reality sex show…”

“Promise you won’t think I am too sick for doing this?”

“Julie, if you are sick, so am I.”

I thought to myself, 'that’s not much reassurance', but said nothing.

Marc shed his clothes quickly. He kissed me deeply, and placed my hand on his cock which was pulsing itself rigid.

“You really do like stories of me being a naughty teenager, don’t you?” I asked, prompting his to tell me that my naughtiness was okay, even appealing.

“Oh, fuck yeah.”

We necked for a couple of minutes, and then Marc removed my panties. We were both naked, and he was now fully erect.

He directed me to lie on the bed, laying next to me, said, “Please continue,” as he reached between my thighs and started gently teasing my clit.

I was relieved. Rather than being repulsed by my teenage incestuous encounters, he was aroused by them. I lay next to Marc, gently massaging his erection as I continued my illicit tale of ‘brotherly love’..

“Well, the next morning, I awoke early. My parents were still asleep downstairs, and likely would not be up for hours. I was feeling some compassion for my brother and his hangover; so, I got a glass of juice and two Tylenol pills, and took them to him. Additionally, I am ashamed to admit, I did feel a magnetic attraction to try to sneak a peek at Gary’s penis again. I had my short robe on over my tee shirt and panties.

“But Marc, as I approached Gary’s bedroom door with the juice and Tylenol, I did something pretty naughty…I untied my robe and allowed it to hang open from my shoulders. I would like to claim that I do not know why I did this; but that would be a lie…Something inside me, which I do not quite understand, wanted to expose my firm, and now erect, braless nipples and pale green panties to my brother.

“After being so intrigued by Gary’s body myself; I wanted Gary to admire my body as well. I wanted Gary to acknowledge, even if only to himself, that his little sister was developing a very nice body too. I know it sounds weird, even sick, but that’s what I did.

“Honestly, I was not thinking about any physical contact between us; but I did want to demonstrate that I looked pretty damn good, too. I wanted my older brother to know that he was not the only one with a phenomenally nice body in the making. As I said, I do not fully understand why getting an admiring glance from Gary was important to me. Why did I want him to notice my figure? I simply do not know; but I did.

“The very thought of what I was going to do, and the vivid image of his naked penis caused my nipples to harden and my vagina to grow moist. I felt wicked, and that wickedness excited me. Up to this point in my life, I had been the perfect little Catholic schoolgirl…a vestal virgin.

“Marc, I knocked on the door and, again, opened it without waiting for an invitation. I announced my entrance with ‘Gary, are you still alive? Here take this, it will help you feel human again.’

“I walked over offering the juice and Tylenol. Gary stirred, and tried to open his eyes, but clearly was having trouble focusing. He was lying on his back, very much in the same position that I had left him in last night. The sheet which was lying over his naked form revealed a clear and distinct outline of his shape.

“The very first thing that I noticed was the huge erection Gary was sporting that morning. The sheet did little to hide the size and dimensions of this rigid tool. I had never seen an erect penis before, and I was astonished at the apparent length and girth of this erection barely hiding under the sheet. Even under the thin cotton sheet, I could clearly see that it looked much different in its hardened state.

“I handed him the juice as he struggled to sit up, and actually placed the two Tylenol into his mouth as he opened for me. Sitting up now, with the sheet gathered around his waist, his erection made a tent poking straight up. It was so obvious; it was distracting to me. Despite me intentionally looking away several times, Gary’s erection seemed to demand that my eyes return again, and again, to glance at the large pole sticking straight up straining at the sheet. I could feel myself blush each time I did so; afraid Gary would notice my fixation.

“Gary acknowledged my kindness with, ‘Thank you, sis. And, thanks for getting me last night. I am sorry I am such a pain.’ As Gary spoke, it occurred to me that he did not seem to be aware of his obvious boner.

I interrupted myself to reflect on how I was feeling at that moment, “Marc, I felt very close to my brother at that moment.

“I simply said, ‘It’s OK. I’d say that ‘you would do the same for me’, but I may be giving you too much credit’. We both laughed at that thought. I turned and started the leave, not sure where this was going, and wanting to leave before my fixation with his erection became too obvious.

“But, Marc, I’m not sure what made me do it, but right before I left, I leaned in and hugged him, and he hugged me back. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes as I reflected on how much I missed having him home all the time. This hug was affectionate, and not the least bit sexual or inappropriate. It occurs to me that was the last hug Gary and I ever shared that did not have some sexual tension. Holding him for those thirty to forty seconds, I felt the tears start to stream down my face. And I tried to regain my composure.

“After a minute, I broke the silence, “Look, I don’t want to be mean; but your breath stinks. If you want to talk any more, you need to go brush your teeth and rinse your mouth out.”

“I sat on the edge of his bed waiting for his reaction to my candid remark.

“Marc, at the moment, an insult seemed to be the best way to move away from our emotional embrace, and return to more normal discourse between Gary and me.

“But quickly I was reminded of the sexual tension of Gary’s nakedness, his huge impressive erection, and my unnatural attraction to my brother’s rigid penis.

“Gary joked, ‘Ah sis, ain’t nothing but a little vomit. That’s all,’ then continued, ‘I admit, my mouth tastes like a dog has taken a dump in there.’

“As I recall that morning, I realize that up until now, neither Gary or I had really crossed and boundaries. Everything was within the bounds of normal behavior…oh we had our toes at the edge, but we had not really crossed any line…yet…that was getting ready to change.”

Marc had worked the tips of his fingers inside my vagina, which was quite wet and open. I was gently rocking my hips in rhythm to his digital probing of my vulva. His erection was ‘rock hard’. There was no doubt where this was all leading to.

Marc rolled me on my back, and positioned himself between my legs.

“Where do you think you are going to put that big cock of yours?” I inquired, playfully.

"Right where it belongs…right inside Gary’s little sister,” Marc replied irreverently.

He worked the large bulbous head along the wet lips of my labia, separating them, and slowly wedged his rigid penis inside me.

“Oh, baby you feel good…you are so hard right now.”

“Julie, finish your story…don’t leave anything out…god, I love that you were so naughty,” Marc commented.

“Marc, I am about to tell you about me being even naughtier…I was a very bad girl that day…

“So, after I told Gary his breath stank, he started to get up. He appeared to think about using the sheet as cover, but seemed to decide it was far too cumbersome. I remember him saying, ‘okay, sis, turn your head, and no peeking’ as he tossed the sheet on to his bed and walked naked to the bathroom that he and I shared.

“I turned my head slightly, and remarked, ‘After the show you put on last night, I think I have already seen everything you have.’

Marc was slowly fucking me now. I could tell he was trying to pace himself so he did not finish too quickly. He definitely wanted to hear the rest of my encounter with my brother. I wrapped my legs around him, and had my heels on Marc’s tight ass as he slid in and out of me.

I went on, “I could not help but peek as Gary turned towards the bathroom, his erection poking skyward. And as he walked past me, I could not resist I watching his firm ass as he walked away from me. He did have a wonderful physique. I felt so damn conflicted. I was attracted to my older brother; and I just could not help the magnetic appeal of his firm, muscular body right now. I knew this was wrong. But I could not help it.

“I listened from his bed as he brushed his teeth and gargled with mouth wash. As he returned to the bedroom his penis swayed proudly in front of him, still about three quarters erect, it poked straight out in front of him. Gary made no attempt to cover himself. His comfort being naked in front of me was peculiar, but exciting.

“I was sitting on the edge of the bed, and I moved to sit ‘Indian style’, my legs crossed underneath me, as he returned. I knew that in this position, the thin cotton gusset of my pale green, cotton panties was all that covered my now very wet, very aroused vagina.

“I sat there, aware that I was giving Gary a good view of my panty covered virgin pussy. I do not know why that excited me as much as it did, but it clearly did. I wanted Gary to look at me with the same lust and admiration with which I was looking at him.

“His eyes went right for my panties as he walked across the room. I pretended not to notice, but his gaze thrilled me beyond belief. I am ashamed to admit that I was flashing my older brother, and I liked doing it. I could feel my vagina pulsing slightly. I could feel it lubricating. I could feel the wetness leaking out of me. I wondered if the wetness was visible to Gary as he glanced at my crotch, looked away, and then glanced again.

“No question, he was intrigued by the thin, pale green, cotton swath of material that covered his little sisters cute little pussy…he simply could not resist stealing repeated glances at the very wet gusset of my panties.

“God, this was such a rush. My face burned with a combination of excitement and embarrassment; embarrassment about what I was doing; and embarrassment at how exciting it felt to do it.

“I could see his penis arch up and grow each time he glanced between my legs. I liked knowing that my private parts excited him as much as his erection excited me. I looked with increasing admiration each time his penis would arch up and pulse under my gaze. It was a marvelous sight; one that I will never forget. I loved watching his penis slowly react to the ‘innocent’ viewing of my panties.

“With each successive pulse, it rose slightly, and was now standing slightly ‘north of horizontal’. It was considerably longer and thicker than it had been last night in its flaccid state. I thought to myself, ‘the male penis is a marvelously interesting device indeed.’

“Gary caught me looking and detected a bit of shock in my face as his penis stiffened. ‘I think you are peeking a bit there Julie’, he said boldly. But still he made no attempt to hide his throbbing cock. Clearly, he was impressed with his own endowment; and, he was not the least bit bashful of showing off. I guess my face betrayed my thoughts.

“Gary quipped, ‘You look like you just saw a snake.’ As he laughed at his own ‘witty comment’ his erect penis bounced wildly slapping his abdomen.

“I pretended to be completely unaware that my barely covered pussy played any role in his erection.

“My only response was, ‘Jesus, Gary. You are sporting one hell of an erection there. What gives?’ However, I made no attempt to cover up, or to end our little game. At this point, we were just involved in a slightly older version of the children’s game, ‘I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours’. As wicked as it felt, I really believed this was harmless ‘show and tell’ exploration; nothing more. And I was learning things about the male anatomy that the nuns simply did not teach in school.”

“Gary answered, ‘It’s just a little ‘morning wood. George wakes up rigid every morning. It’s just part of the territory.’ Gary was obviously enjoying my shock, discomfort and interest. He certainly was not going to admit my exposed panties were playing any role in his arousal.

Marc was fucking me a little faster now, and my arousal was growing. I was arching up to meet his thrusts.

“Marc, you have to understand how naïve I was back then…I had absolutely no knowledge about how a penis worked…I had never even heard about morning erections…So when Gary talked about his ‘morning wood’, I was confused and intrigued. I wanted to know more. I remember saying, ‘you’re kidding me. You wake up with a boner like that every morning? And you named your penis ‘George’?’ I asked with honest curiosity. ‘How do you guys deal with those things, anyway? How do you even walk with those things?’

“I’ll never forget Gary’s answer. He just quipped, ‘it’s hard’. Gary laughed at his own pun, which triggered me to laugh a bit.

“All I could think to say was, ‘It certainly is. How do you get rid of that thing? You can’t walk around like that all day?’

“Honestly, I was mesmerized by the first erection I had ever seen. I was genuinely curious about the function of the male anatomy right now; but I was also aroused at this whole surreal situation.

“Marc, you have to understand my reaction in the context of the fantasies I had been conjuring up in my head. I had been masturbating to a wicked imaginary scenario where I was forced to strip and expose myself to my brother…and now, I was staring at his erection…and his erection was caused, in part, by Gary staring at the damp gusset of my panties…it was fucking surreal. I felt like I was in a dream of sorts.

“Gary explained, ‘Well most of the time, I just work the ‘stiffness out of my joint’ manually, if I don’t have a female friend to lend a helping hand.’ I realized that Gary was testing me to see how I would react. Would I be offended and flee; or would I remain and discuss ‘morning erections’ with my older brother.

“Marc, I still cannot believe the words that came out of my mouth next. Without really thinking, I blurted out, ‘let me see how you do it.’ I could not believe I had just said that. I blushed at my own boldness. I almost followed up with ‘I’m only kidding’, but something stopped me. I wanted to see if he would show me how he ‘relieved his pressure’. I wanted to see him masturbate. I felt my pulse quicken at just the very thought of Gary masturbating for me.

“His penis seemed to pulse up and grow bigger and more rigid just at the thought of masturbating in front of me. ‘Seriously sis? You want to watch me do this? Jack off?’ I could tell by his tone that this little game we were playing appealed to him as well. His erection bobbed up several times…it did not seem like it could get any more rigid, but it did…

“I know I should have said ‘no, I was only kidding’. I know I should have left him to handle his needs in private. But I was mesmerized and aroused; very aroused. And I was not thinking straight. I really wanted to see this, to learn about how this all worked.

“I tried to keep my voice calm. I tried to sound clinical, ‘Sure. I have never seen anybody do that before. Consider it an educational demonstration for your little sister.’

“Hell, not only hadn’t I ever seen a guy masturbate before; this was my first penis to even observe in any state. It was certainly my first opportunity to witness an erect penis. But my older brother did not need to know that.

“Gary’s voice cracked slightly…he was obviously struggling with this scenario, but he merely said, ‘Are you sure you want to see me do this? Okay, you are not going to tell anyone about this, right?’

“Marc, I remembering actually chuckling at that thought. Giggling, I asked Gary, ‘Of course not. Cross my heart. Who would I tell anyway? What would I tell them? I am being as bad and naughty as you are right now; maybe worse.’

“Honestly, Gary and I were just a couple of kids, caught up in the moment. Our hormones were racing and our curiosity was clouding our judgment. I was simply fascinated by this beautiful erection that just happened to be attached to my older brother.

Marc raised my legs over his shoulders, placing my heels by his ears as he started really slapping himself into me. I could feel the head of his cock stroking along the front wall of my vagina, edging me closer to my own orgasm…neither of us was going to last much longer…I wanted to continue my story…I wanted Marc to understand this incestuous exploration I took with my brother nearly a decade before…

“Marc, damn you feel good…

“Julie, please go on…”

“Okay,” I took a deep breath and continued, “with that little bit of encouragement, and my promise of secrecy, Gary took his shaft in his fist and slowly stroked up and down, rocking his hips ‘to and fro’ as he did it. He walked up closer to me, standing about two feet in front of me as I sat on the bed watching this demonstration with amazement. I could feel myself grow wetter and more aroused as I watched my brother stroke up and down is long rigid shaft within an ‘arms reach’ of me.

“Honey, I was captivated by the beauty of the purple head straining upward against his downward strokes. I could not help but wonder how a penis that long and that thick could ever fit in any girl’s vagina without tearing her open, hurting her. I quickly concluded that it certainly could not fit inside me without doing a lot of damage. The thought trying to accommodate such a large erection inside me both scared and excited me at the same time.

“I had an almost uncontrollable urge to reach down and touch myself. It took all my limited willpower to resist that temptation. In my sixteen years on the planet, this was the most profoundly sexy experience I had encountered. Even today, this memory is still one of the most erotic moments of my life.

“Stepping forward, with his erection now inches from my face, Gary begged, ‘Help me out here, sis.’

“I looked up at him with lust and shock, ‘I can’t do that, Gary. You’re my brother.’

“Gary seemed to sense the lust in my eyes. He seemed to sense my state of arousal. While still slowly stroking up and down his rigid pole with his right hand, he reached down with his left hand; Gary took my right hand and raised it up. Slowly, very slowly, brought my hand up to his rigid erection.

“I remember my voice quaking noticeably as I quietly whispered, ‘Gary, we can’t be doing this’. I protested verbally, but I allowed my brother to place my hand on his shaft. My hand was literally trembling from the excitement.

“Marc, I remember it like it was yesterday…I remember vividly feeling the warmth, and the weight of his engorged penis. It was firm, but incredibly smooth. The texture was like nothing I had ever touched before. And heavy; I remember being surprised at how heavy his penis was.

“The sight and touch served to arouse me more profoundly than I have ever been before. And, oh how I wanted to reach down and touch myself. I have never wanted to touch myself more. I knew I could climax almost instantly with even the slightest stimulation on my clitoris. But I refrained from doing that, from touching myself, for the moment.

“Marc, it was unreal…I felt like I was in a dream…even as I was telling my brother that I couldn’t do this, I hesitantly wrapped my fingers around him and felt the thickness of an erect penis for the first time. It actually felt like someone else was controlling my actions, and my movements. My fingers barely could encircle the entire thickness of his shaft.

“After closing my fingers, I just froze, leaving my hand in place as Gary humped his erection in and out of my hand. The thickness, rigidity and weight of the erection all surprised me. I was simply unable to process the enormity of this event at the moment. I had never intended that my visit to Gary’s room on that fateful morning would lead to any physical contact between us. I knew my sexual curiosity, which had led me to looking at my brother, was totally inappropriate; but I never intended to actually touch him; certainly not masturbate him.

“My entire world seemed to be moving in slow motion. And, as absurd as it might seem, I felt as though it was not me, but someone else inside my body doing this. It felt as though I was watching myself from outside myself, and that I no longer controlled my own actions.

“Marc, If it sounds like I am trying ‘distance myself from these actions’, perhaps even remove blame and guilt; well perhaps I am. Nonetheless, that is how it felt at this very moment, like someone else was holding Gary’s rigid cock, and I was an innocent bystander watching these events unfold.

“I remember that Gary took my wrist and started moving my hand for me, demonstrating what he wanted, or needed, me to do for him. After two or three strokes of my fist driven by Gary, he released my wrist and I continued to move my fist up and down, pumping his erection in time with his hips thrusting back and forth.

“Involuntarily, I started rocking my own hips, and squeezing my legs together as I masturbated my brother inches from my face. Gary’s movements became more pronounced, and more rapid. I found that my own rocking was now matching Gary’s pace. I was caught up in the most erotic and arousing experience of my young life.

‘Gary started moaning ever so slightly, “Oh, sis, you are getting me close. Oh damn, you are good. Oh, Julie, don’t stop…oh fuck, Julie…

His comment sent a shiver straight through my own aroused loins. I was squeezing my legs together tightly now, stimulating my erect clitoris between my thighs without directly touching myself.

“Marc, I couldn’t resist any longer. I slid my left hand down inside my panties as I continued to pump Gary’s cock in my fist. I did not understand what was happening, or why I was reacting as profoundly as I was, but I was caught up in the total eroticism of seeing and touching my first erection; and giving my first hand job. God, I was so friggin’ turned on; I actually felt dizzy with lust.

“Then, Gary moaned, ‘Julie, I am going to shoot’.

“My fingers were busily rubbing my ‘little nubbins’. I was rocking my hips involuntarily…

“Before I knew what was happening the first long string of warm, white semen erupted from Gary’s penis, shooting through the air several inches, landing on my arm and t-shirt, barely missing my face. It shot out so suddenly that the white gooey substance seemed to simply magically appear in the air above the head of Gary's cock.

“The suddenness of the ejaculation, and the strength of the squirt as it shot from his erection caught me by surprise; and, to my amazement and shock, Gary's ejaculation triggered my own orgasm!

“Sitting there with my left hand vigorously rubbing my erect clit, I started to climax, as I pumped his cock in my fist. I had the most powerful orgasm of my young life.

“Marc, I remembering moaning, ‘Oh, Gary, damn, oh….oh. God,’ as the waves of pleasure quaked across me. My entire body shook and quivered as the waves of pleasure rocked though my vagina. I could feel myself spasm in wave after wave as my vagina seemed to open and close involuntarilyTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.