I can't believe I'm actually sitting down to write
this. It was about ten years ago that this happened,
and yet, I remember it as if it was yesterday. In a few
months, I'll give birth to the next generation of the
Roberts family, and this is how it all began, on a
chilly autumn day of 1995.
My brother Mike had just turned 15 the week before and
I was looking forward to my 12th birthday. I always
knew what Mike was going to give me on my birthday, he
always gave me the same thing -- nothing. We didn't get
on very well together, him and I, but that's how it is
with siblings of that age, isn't it?
Mike had gotten interested in girls a few years before
and I think he spent more time down at the mall than in
school. He never really hit it off with any of the
girls, though he did go out with quite a few. Mike was
playing in the local football team, which gave him
somewhat of a reputation amongst the girls, and I think
he went out with them mostly because it was expected,
not because he really wanted to.
On the day in question I had been to dance practice. I
started when I was eight and it was one of the few
things that Mike didn't tease me about for some reason.
Dad picked me up from practice wearing his best suit
and by the time we got home, mom was waiting for him.
She was wearing a beautiful dark red dress with her
hair cascading down over her shoulders. She was
beautiful, and I could see her turn to kiss dad just
before they drove away again, heading for Restaurant
Clio at the Elliot Hotel to celebrate their
anniversary.
This was only the fourth time that they'd left us
alone, trusting Mike to take care of me, but I already
missed our aunt who used to sit for us. She lived just
down the road, so she always kept an eye out for us,
but it wasn't quite the same having Mike take care of
things. Though he did manage to get some pizzas, I'll
give him that, and he didn't mind me staying up late,
so it wasn't all bad.
We sat down and watched some TV after we'd eaten and I
remember thinking to myself how much he looked like dad
as he sat in the sofa. Several of my friends had been
telling me how they hoped he'd notice them, and they
always insisted that we stayed at our house when we got
together. I didn't listen to them -- after all, he was
my brother. But as we sat there, I began to understand
them.
I mean, he wasn't so special that you'd notice him in a
crowd, but he was quite tall for his age, and very
muscular. His blond hair and blue eyes caught my eyes
as I watched him and I found myself blushing slightly
when he glanced at me and I had to turn my attention
back to the TV.
Of course I'd seen him before, but he'd always been
just my brother. Something about this time was
different, maybe it was that he'd just turned 15, maybe
it was something else, I really can't say, but he
suddenly became a boy, not just my brother, and despite
everything, I found myself actually quite taken with
him.
By the time he sent me off to bed, it felt as if I'd
watched him for hours. As I laid down in bed, I
continued to think about him in this new light I'd
found him in. I'd discovered how to please myself a
year back and I couldn't help but touch myself. When I
heard his footsteps walking up the stairs, heading for
his own bedroom, I'd almost fallen asleep having
orgasmed quite quickly once I started touching myself.
I lay there in the dark thinking of him for a while
before I got up to fetch a glass of water from the
kitchen. The house was silent as I got down to the
kitchen and poured myself a glass. Walking slowly up
the stairs, careful not to make any sounds, I made my
way back to my bedroom but stopped dead in my tracks
just outside of my brothers bedroom as I heard some
funny noises from inside, just as if he was talking to
someone, though I know there was no one else in the
house but him and me.
Setting the glass down on the floor, I crouched low and
slowly opened the door and peered into the room,
illuminated only by the moonlight. There, on the bed,
was Mike, laying on his back with the covers to one
side of him, his eyes closed and his mouth half open as
he moved his hand up and down over his cock.
I couldn't believe my eyes. Sure, I always knew he must
be doing it, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from his
cock. It looked so thick and long as he stroked it in
the moonlight. As my heart finally stopped pounding in
my ears, I heard the words that escaped from his open
mouth.
"Oh god sis, go on, keep doing that, just like that...
sis... please..."
I almost fell over and was dangerously close to
flooding the hallway with water as the glass seemed
dangerously off balance before it settled down again.
Turning my attention back to my brother, it seemed he
hadn't noticed and I pushed the door open just a bit
more to get a better view of him. It took maybe five or
ten minutes watching him before I made up my mind and
raised myself. Opening the door and stepping over the
threshold, I said, "do you want any help with that?"
If there was some sort of world record in covering
yourself, Mike would have won it because I'd hardly
said a word before he was sitting up in his bed with
the covers around him. The small tent that the covers
made over his cock seemed to go unnoticed by him as he
yelled at me to get out of his room.
"Come on bro, don't you think I heard you?" I said and
smiled at him as I stood in front of his bed wearing
nothing but my nightie. "We, I-I mean... No!" he said
as I placed a knee on the bedframe and crawled up to
lay myself down next to him in his bed.
I could sense his confusion, as he didn't know if he
should be angry or ashamed, or both. My own fears had
left me the minute I heard him and as I placed my small
hand on his, I knew that it'd be okay. He just needed
some time to get around to my way of thinking.
Slowly he seemed to relax as we lay there and I
couldn't help but notice that the tent in the covers
had gone away. We looked into each others eyes and as
his gaze turned to travel over my body I could see his
excitement growing again. Leaning forward, I whispered
to him, "Hey bro..." and gently touched his lips with
mine. He didn't respond straight away, but he soon
relaxed and parted his lips slightly and we kissed for
the first time, and nothing would ever be quite the
same between us.
I let him lay back on the bed again as I pulled the
covers from him and let my hand trail down over his
chest and tummy to his cock, now standing up from his
crotch almost as hard as I'd seen it from the door.
Placing my hand around it I slowly started to
masturbate him, sliding my hand up and down over his
pole.
Kissing him once again as I stroked him, I felt his
excitement building and it only took a short while
until I saw the first drip of precum glistening in the
light. I pulled my hand away from his cock and I could
see him looking at me, about to say something as I
placed a finger across his lips and smiled.
Sitting down on my knees next to him I brushed my hair
out of the way and leaned down to kiss the tip of his
cock, flicking my tongue against that drip of precum. I
thought he'd cum right then and there, but he held back
as I moved my head down again and opened my mouth,
taking the head of his cock into it and sliding my lips
down over his cock.
With one hand I was feeling his balls as my head bobbed
up and down over his cock, my wet lips sliding over his
length and drips of precum now leaking from him as he
strained to hold back. Just before he was about to cum,
I let go of him and smiled. "I want you in me," I said
and kissed him as his hands almost ripped the nightie
from my body.
I took his place and laid back on the bed as he sat
down between my legs, looking at me spread open before
him. Leaning down, he kissed me and I could feel his
cock just gently brushing against my wet slit as he
kissed down over my neck and shoulder. I didn't have
much of a chest, but he found my budding nipples and
took them in his mouth, circling his tongue around
them, sending a shiver down my spine and instinctively
making me push myself against him.
As he came back up to kiss me, I wrapped my arms around
his neck and opened my mouth, slipping my tongue into
his and kissing him deeply. He placed a hand to one
side of me and used his free hand to guide his cock to
my slit, letting the tip slide up and down along it a
few times before he looked me in the eyes and pushed
the head of his tool into my waiting pussy.
I opened my eyes wide, unable to speak, not trusting
myself to say anything, as his cock filled me more than
anything I'd ever felt before. He pulled back and
whispered to me to relax as he positioned himself again
and pushed into me, this time forcing me open as
another inch of his cock disappeared up into my belly.
He stayed there for a while, allowing me to get used to
the feel of his thick cock inside of me. As I began to
relax, he pulled back and kissed me as he pushed
another inch of his cock into me. I moaned with
pleasure as I felt him penetrating me and as he started
to fuck me, I could feel my orgasm building inside of
me and his cock was thrust deeper into me every time I
pushed against him.
I wanted him, I needed him, I loved him, as we fucked.
Thrashing my head from side to side, I felt his balls
against my ass as he buried his cock to the hilt in me.
I dug my nails into his back to prevent myself from
screaming and encouraged him to take me, his sister,
harder, faster, deeper.
It didn't take him long fucking me like this before he
let out a scream and I could feel his cock twitching
inside of me, the head exploding as wads of warm sticky
white cum shot from it, deep into my waiting pussy.
Unable to keep back any longer, my own orgasm came
rolling over me, making me squeeze his cock in me,
milking his cum from it, as he continued to fuck me
through my orgasm.
As we finally calmed down, his cock still inside of me,
we looked at each other and smiled, and I knew right
then and there that I wouldn't let him go. And to this
day, I still haven't.
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