Others, more abusive (with my consent, of course) and more sincere, will probably say that he’s: handsome, smelling, charming, attractive, really hot and I think so too (oops!)… I got carried away. I’ll admit that over the years it’s getting harder and harder to hide my admiration (ok, actually attraction) for him. I pray that Mom and Dad don’t notice.
It started out quite innocently, I think, because I’ve always loved his company. I started to take advantage of him whenever I could: at birthdays and family parties I started hugging him tighter and tighter, I would give him little kisses on the cheeks (sometimes on the neck), we would walk hand in hand when we went out together (or I would go hooked on his arm), when we went to the market or something, I would drive the motorcycle (even though I didn’t have a license yet), he would ride on the back holding my waist, if everyone else was going to watch TV, I would go last, and if there were no seats left on the sofa, I would sit on his lap. … these little things.
Then he started working. I was sad that I couldn’t count on his company any more and admired him walking around the house shirtless, looking at me smiling sideways, giving a little wink with a cigarette in the corner of his lips (that half James Dean half Marlon Brando pose that makes me melt).
Now he only came home in the evening with Dad and the best I could do was watch a bit of TV next to him, if it was cold I’d take the opportunity to bring a comforter and hug him, we were the last to go to sleep. I tried to enjoy him a little (I admit I still prefer his lap, with cuddles and kisses).
On one of my lonely afternoons, between my little household chores, I went into my brother’s room. There was a shirt hanging on the desk chair that I had given him. As I picked it up, I smelled his scent and stuck it to my face, taking a deep breath of his perfume before putting it back. I stared at his messy bed (he NEVER makes his bed) and sat on it, smoothing the sheets and thinking: his bed… me in his bed… without him… what an unfair world!
I got goose bumps as a thought crossed my mind. I took off my sandals and stretched out on the bed, imagining myself not just in his sheets but in his arms. Just the thought turned me on!
I let my hair down, closed my eyes and began to caress my belly. Slowly I moved my hand lower and lower, while with the other I felt my breasts, and soon I was smoothing them over my panties. God, it was so hot! I took off my nightgown and put on his shirt, grabbed his pillow and hugged it tightly against my chest. His nipples got hard from the friction. I started to feel under my panties, and my little fingers felt the warm wetness. I was already wet!
Still hugging the pillow, I pulled my knees up to my chest and took off my soaked panties. I put the pillow between my thighs, fantasizing that I was crossing my feet on my brother’s back. I rubbed the pillow slowly, he’s so gentle, I bet he starts by penetrating very slowly.
So I sat on top of the pillow, rolling over and riding him, I could almost feel the warmth of his body underneath me (I love his lap, imagine it like this!?!) and this way he would have his hands free and could feel wherever he wanted. I was already moaning and biting my lips… oh, if only I had the chance!
These two positions would be the first of many!
I’ve always been very well-behaved with my boyfriends, but with my brother I’d totally surrender to his desires (and mine too, of course! Sometimes I’m a bit bossy).
I spent a few more minutes trying out positions, asking myself which ones he would like… lying on my stomach with him on top of me? Lying on my side, close together? Taking me from behind, leaning on the headboard? Or maybe on all fours on the edge of the bed?
I lay down with just his shirt open and a little sweaty, covered myself up and took a delicious nap with the pillow pressed tightly between my thighs. I woke up just in time for my brother to arrive home with Dad. I tidied up the bed, collected my clothes and went for a long shower to see if it would help reduce my desire at least a little… I played with myself in the shower.
We had dinner, watched TV and went to bed.
I played alone before falling asleep… I woke up at dawn horny and played again.
The next morning my brother didn’t work. He found me in the kitchen and kissed me on the cheek, asking if I had slept in his bed. I said yes and apologized; he smiled, gave me another kiss and said he loved the perfume I’d left behind. I didn’t know what to say and just smiled. I didn’t know if he was talking about my perfume itself OR the perfume that must have been left on the pillow after my prank. He went to take a shower and I went to watch TV with my mind a little disturbed.
He came out of the bathroom in a towel, changed in the bedroom and came into the living room, but he didn’t sit next to me as usual. He sat at the other end of the sofa, looked at me and patted my knee. I was so lost in the perfume story that I didn’t even recognize the old gesture. Then he spoke:
He was holding my sandals in his other hand. In my haste I had forgotten them in his room. I put my feet in his lap, ankles crossed, still wearing socks. He scolded me for going barefoot. He thinks my feet are beautiful and it was he who chose the little butterfly I have tattooed on my left foot. He also chooses the color of my nail polish when I wear it, but he usually prefers natural.
Thank God I’m not ticklish!
It’s not exactly a massage, he likes to caress my feet. It’s one of his fetishes and NO ONE escapes it: cousins, girlfriends, his friends, my friends (bear with me)… but mainly ME!
His gifts and some off-season treats basically consist of: socks, sneakers, all-stars, sandals and the like.
He starts by sliding his hands around, presses a few points lightly, takes the socks off slowly, caresses the instep, the little toes, goes up to the ankles, comes back to the pink soles that he loves so much. I, of course, feel like a goddess!
I relaxed. I started to get a good feeling, after all, he said he liked the perfume I left on his bed and he woke up all affectionate. I stretched out, all sweet, melting with his caresses. I decided to take a nap right there on the sofa. I turned over on my side while he massaged my soles, one hand on each foot. Not long afterwards, I turned over on my stomach (my favorite sleeping position). I kept enjoying his caresses, he went up to my ankles, then to my shins and continued up to my calves (that high was a novelty).
Unfortunately, he didn’t go any higher than that. But I could see by the reflection on the television that he was devouring my ass with his eyes, so I went down on him (half for the endorphin, half to tease and encourage him). He was groping me harder than usual, I know exactly what he would do if I were asleep (or if I could convince him that I was asleep). Maybe my wish will come true. As the song goes… forbidden fruit is always tastier!
Dreaming doesn’t pay!
I’m wearing a new bikini today!
It was my brother who chose it while we were out walking one afternoon. I thought it was very modest (but if he likes it, fine). It’s green (to match my eyes, according to him), tied with bows. I went to the fitting room to try it on. When I put my head between the curtains, he was distractedly looking at the shop windows, so I called out, took his hand and pulled him into the booth. I didn’t even have to ask him if he liked it! His gaze went down from my face to my feet, I turned around and saw his gaze going up my body in the mirror, I brushed my hair over my right shoulder so he could see my back, I looked over my left. His smile was much bigger! And so was mine.
My brother spends the whole day in the backyard on a chair in the shade. He stays there reading, drinking, listening to music. And he watches us: girls in bikinis, bouncing butts and boobs, one putting suntan lotion (or lotion, depending on the case) on the other, wet hair, tops coming off, undoing and redoing bows, showing marks… he doesn’t miss a detail. He stays in his corner and if we stay all day he’s on duty in the yard for twenty-four hours. A bit of a vouyer, looking from the side or over his sunglasses.
I’m usually the last one in the water and today was no exception. He was spying on them, but he didn’t have eyes for anyone else after I arrived parading barefoot. I went to the edge of the pool, took the clip that was hooked into my bikini bottoms and held it in my mouth while I fixed my hair so that it wouldn’t get wet. First I tested the water with just my foot, squatted down and with my cupped hand I poured a little on the back of my neck to get used to the temperature. I slowly got into the water. When I looked at my brother, he had a slight smile on his lips.
I didn’t stay long in the pool (after all, how could I show off while hiding there?!?). I got out and went to one of the beach chairs scattered around the garden (I had already strategically placed it). I lay there on my stomach with my thighs slightly apart, crossed my ankles and rocked back and forth like someone who didn’t want anything. Every now and then I’d pull my panties down, leave them on for a while and then rescue her with a little slap. I spent a long time on my knees, too, with lots of bouncing and thrusting, and even spent a few minutes on all fours, of course. I repeated the process of burying my bikini and then pulling it out of the middle of my ass during each pose, always facing away from him. My brother kept his legs crossed the whole time, probably to disguise the extra volume.
I need to take advantage of his vacation. I’ve decided to use more aggressive tactics when we’re alone at home (the feeling of breaking rules makes me even hornier), especially when it comes to clothing. I’ve abandoned my pyjamas and started sleeping in a nightgown (bra? No way!). Although he loves my innocent way of dressing, I don’t think he’ll mind a bit of daring (I’ve continued to wear stockings so that there’s a balance between the two sides).
The nightgown he likes best is already very old (maybe that’s why: it squeezes my bust and my breasts look bigger and; it’s very short, I don’t even have to pull it down for the flesh of my buttocks to show). I’ve also left my smallest panties for these days, and they stay tucked in well (if they don’t, I’ll put them in myself). Several times I caught him watching me, he could hardly take his eyes off my legs.
After a week of this, I only wore the nightgown to bed. In the mornings, after Dad leaves, I take it off and parade around the house in just my panties and blouse (and socks). His stares became even longer (sometimes even suggestive).
His massages have also become more enjoyable, every afternoon for at least forty minutes he strokes my feet. It’s become a kind of commitment. He goes to the sofa, sits down and soon I arrive. I put my feet on his lap and turn over on my stomach. One day he touched the back of my knee and I curled up laughing (the only place that tickles), he laughed too, held my ankles trying to pull my feet back into his lap again. I didn’t give in, I was angry at him for ruining my mood. Then he gave my right foot a little kiss, then another on the left and alternated between them… I went all limp, of course, and after that my feet went back to him (at a time like this he could have anything he wanted from me). How I wanted his lips and hands to go higher!
This morning I woke up before him and went straight into the shower to wait for him, smelling fresh. When I got out of the shower, he was having coffee, so I went to kiss him good morning before going to change (which means: panties and a T-shirt), still wearing only a towel and with wet hair. While I was combing my hair, I heard the bathroom door slam shut.
I had an idea!
The lock on the bathroom door is old and has a reasonable hole where the key is. I went to spy on him in the shower (how could I not have thought of that before!?!). I waited until I heard the sound of the key turning, I didn’t want to be caught red-handed. I released the towel from my body, feeling a delicious chill in my stomach from leaving the room naked (a good fear!). I made my way down the corridor, folded the towel twice and knelt on it in front of the door.
He was still fully dressed (he wouldn’t miss any of my secret striptease). He took off his t-shirt, he has strong arms but very soft hands (I love them both!). Then he pulled down his shorts, I held my breath as his face was very close to the lock and when he stood up there was something white in his right hand, which I didn’t even recognize at the time. He was facing the sink, which was great because it helped my visibility so much that I could practically see his whole body.
I admired every bit of his body, from his knees to his chest. It was when he sat down on the toilet that I realized what he was holding in his hand… it was my panties!
He rubbed it against his face and smelled deeply of both the front and the back, which, as well as being buried deep inside him, I also stuffed to the hilt, turning it into a thong (perhaps this was the perfume he had liked on that distant day when I did my trick). The bulge in his underwear got bigger and bigger and he took it off. My jaw dropped! It was all smooth and judging by the size of his hand, which I knew, both the length and especially the thickness were very good (I’m short, I know!). I thought I could hold it with both hands and there would still be that beautiful little pink head sticking out.
He started to masturbate and at this sight my hand slid between my legs and my little fingers soon got to work. We spent long minutes pleasuring each other, albeit indirectly. He sniffed and licked my panties all over, then wrapped them around his cock and kept going until he came, taking care not to get them wet. He finished and went to the shower, and I continued while he watched him in the bath. When he turned off the water, I went back to my room. I made my decision: it would be today.
I dried off and got dressed: a pink camisole, cotton panties and a pair of white socks. I left my bedroom door ajar and lay on my side with my butt facing the door.
He came out of the bathroom, I heard his footsteps down the corridor, but they stopped when he reached my door. He opened it and after a few seconds closed my bedroom door. I thought: this is it! He’s going to lie down, hold me close and soon we’ll be making love!!!
I was very anxious, but I waited quietly, waited, waited, waited… Sweet illusion…
When I looked around, he was no longer in the room. “Damn it, I have to do everything myself!”, I thought to myself, “Damn his shyness, which I think is so cute!”. I lay there for a few more minutes thinking, a bit grumpy I admit, but I got up with my mind made up. After all, I’d seen proof that he wanted me too. He wasn’t going to reject me!
Here begins the final stretch of what my first time with my brother was like. I’m going to record it now while the memory is as fresh as his smell on me.
I found my brother lying on the sofa in his shorts listening to music. I thought he was asleep, but soon he opened his eyes and smiled. He was going to give me a corner, but I was quicker and lay down right next to him. As the sofa is narrow, we had to stay close together. I laid my face on his chest and wrapped my arms around the back of his neck. He got goose bumps, put his right hand on the back of my neck and his left hand on my waist and kissed my hair.
No more waiting, it was now or never!
I snuggled up and kissed his chest, he sighed and held me tighter. I caressed his chest, his arm, his belly. I tilted my head to kiss his neck, but he was already paying attention and gave me a little kiss, and I let out an unintentional moan. He pressed his lips to mine and began to kiss me gently, savoring every second of the slow, wet kiss. Soon our tongues met, moving deliciously but slowly.
His hand was still caressing the back of my neck, but his other hand, which was on my waist, slid down my thigh to my knee, then went up and gave my ass a delicious squeeze. With my thigh I could feel him throbbing under my underwear, getting bigger and bigger, thicker and stronger. I slid my hand away from his chest and towards that delicious thing, wanting to squeeze it, to feel it throbbing with arousal in my hand. But my brother stopped me by holding my wrist, lifted me up and led me to my room.
He placed me on the edge of the bed, spread my legs and knelt between them. He took off my nightgown and, kissing my mouth, began to feel my breasts. They fit perfectly in his soft, attentive hands. He kissed my cheek, my chin, gave my neck a gentle hickey, kissed my shoulder and went down to my chest. My hands stroked his hair while he sucked the nipples, ran his tongue around them, sucked the whole nipple, sucking slowly, then harder and I was delirious. His left hand went to my neck and face, caressing my lips with his thumb before I took it in my mouth and started sucking.
His mouth moved downwards, leaving a trail of kisses down my stomach before he plunged his tongue into my navel and continued downwards. Still sitting up, I leaned back with my elbows on the mattress, I wanted to watch every step. He started kissing over my already soaked panties, pulling them aside and kissing my crotch. He closed my legs and pulled down my panties. I could feel the delicious friction of them on my thighs, and my stockings came off with them.
She supported my ankles on her shoulders and quickly kissed my feet, my ankles, my calves. When she reached my thighs, she was slower in her caresses, especially on the inside. He went from my knees to my groin, then moved on to the other leg, this time going from the groin upwards. He gave it a good lick from the knee to the groin. Only then did my brother start sucking on her.
He ran the tip of his tongue over her lips very lightly without opening them, covered her with very wet kisses and ran his tongue over her clitoris, massaging it with his tongue and lips, always looking me in the eye.
He kept licking, kissing and sucking me until I started to feel the first contractions of orgasm coming on (but I wanted to take longer to come, it was our only time and I wanted to make the most of it). So I pulled his head out from between my legs and put him on his feet, knelt on the bed and pulled down his shorts. That beautiful cock sprang out, hovering just a few centimeters from my face. I stroked his legs with one hand and held his cock tightly with the other, without taking my eyes off him. I could hardly stand it, biting my lips, dying to swallow it all but trying to take it slowly.
I began to masturbate him slowly, feeling him pulsate in my tight hand, going up and down the entire length to get him to the maximum, even that first colorless drop came out through his urethra. He looked at me, smiling affectionately but with a different glint in his eyes (like: I’m sorry but it’s too late to turn back, heart). I moved closer, putting my face to his belly and started kissing, licking and nibbling. I went down with just the tip of my tongue and kissed the base of his penis (so smooth you have to enjoy it, right?).
I kissed the tip, he sighed, I licked it and went around the head, smiling all the while. I put the little pink head in my mouth and massaged it with my tongue before slowly sucking on it, making it very wet. I sucked his cock and each time I sucked I put a little more into my mouth. I was halfway through, but I was running out of breath and gave up on swallowing the whole thing (for now!). I stroked his sack and then began to lick it, putting one ball in my mouth and sucking it, then the other. I ran my tongue up from the base of his cock to the tip and down, following the same path. I left his cock and balls well slobbered. He loved it, by the look on his face!
I got on all fours facing my brother, with my mouth open and my best naughty face inviting him in (as if I needed it!). He moved closer, placing the tip of his cock on the little nipple I was making with my lips, breathing deeply as he rubbed the head against my lips until he was as relaxed as possible. He stroked my hair, improvised a ponytail with his hand so that my hair wouldn’t get in the way of his view and slowly pushed the head in. He continued with repeated movements of his pelvis, and I swallowed my second dose more and more voraciously, reaching half the cock very easily. We quickly synchronized our movements and with just a few more seconds I was able to swallow that whole cock, feeling the thick head get stuck in my throat before I forced my way inside (I said I could do it!). Soon I was able to do it myself and he just watched.
Sucking it all in, his moans became more intense. I slowly pulled out of his mouth, leaving just the head inside, and then swallowed it all again, until my chin was rubbing against his balls, what a feeling of victory! We spent a good few minutes mesmerized by the rhythm.
I got down on my knees, lay on my stomach, spread my legs wide and led him over me, holding his hand. He lay on one elbow and put the pillow under me at the height of my lower back. He held his cock and meticulously rubbed the head against my clitoris without stopping to kiss my mouth.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and crossed my legs around his waist. He slid the head past my lips, left the tip in place, glued his body to mine and penetrated. It was very thick and I was a little tight, but it went in easily (me being soaked and my blowjob helped a lot). He put in and took out just the head, as if to tease me, kissing my neck while I moaned softly in his ear. He let go of the weight of his body, glued his lips to mine, slipped an arm under my head and his other hand groped my breasts, then slid down the side of my body, when he reached my buttocks he gave it a good squeeze.
He began to thrust slowly and I, greedy, clenched my leg, wanting it all at once. He slowly penetrated until he was halfway in and I came for the first time, biting his shoulder and scratching his back. He kept thrusting in and out only halfway, but a little faster. I moaned, begging for more, and he put in a little more with each thrust. When he’d gotten all the way in, he left me inside for a few seconds, kissing me and squeezing my ass hard.
Then he propped himself up on his elbows, looked me in the eye and started penetrating again. I could feel his groin slamming against mine, and with each shock I moaned louder and he thrust in following my moans… I came again. Finally, he thrust hard and let go of my body, taking a deep breath and kissing my neck.
We spent a few moments cuddling and kissing, and he was still hard inside me. I realized that we’d done the first position of that prank of mine from a long time ago (only alone and not in my bed). I remembered the second position… (two without pulling out was all I needed!)
I let out a deep sigh and when I made the slightest mention of turning over, he understood immediately and rolled over on the bed, leaving me on top of him.
I sat on his body, one hand resting on his chest and the other holding his cock. When I got to the head, I put my other hand on his chest as well, slowly releasing my weight while my brother groped my thighs. When I finished sitting down and feeling him all the way inside, I took a deep breath, inflating my lungs completely and my breasts must have been very appetizing, because his hands went up and groped them very hard, but far from unpleasant. I bent down a little and he leaned in to kiss them, sucking on the nipples, nibbling lightly on the nipples… I’d never been fucked with so much attention paid to my whole body in this way.
I began to ride him slowly, alternating with faster movements from time to time. He understood that I was in charge now.
His hands slid all over my body: thighs, ass, belly, breasts… They went to the back of my neck and pulled me into a delicious kiss… at these moments I just concentrated on rolling on top of him. I rode him all I wanted until I came for the third time.
I pulled him against my chest and he grabbed my waist with both hands. I understood almost by telepathy: he wanted me to roll over a little more. So I did. He groped my buttocks, smoothed them, squeezed them. His reactions varied as I rolled over. He ran a finger down my crotch, kept going… then I let out a deep sigh, hugging him tightly and squeezing my buttocks hard.
He had touched my asshole!
I’d never been touched there before and my reaction was a mixture of surprise, discovery and pleasure (and a lot of pleasure, apparently). He took out his finger, which had barely touched it, and began to caress the flesh of my ass again. He gave my cheek a soft kiss that was practically an apology.
I hugged him tightly, giggled in his ear and guided his hand to the middle of my ass again (despite the scare, I liked it… who knows, new possibilities). He rubbed the tip of his finger over my little button, I held my breath for a few seconds while he rubbed it slowly (as if to tell me to relax, that I was in good hands).
I took his hand away from my butt and brought his index finger to my mouth. I ran my tongue over it, sucked it (always with a smile on my lips), made it very wet and put his hand on my ass again, and he groped around until he found my asshole.
I stuck my ass out as far as I could without taking his cock out of my pussy and rested my head on his shoulder. He gently pushed his finger in, but couldn’t get it in (sometimes I accidentally squeezed my ass). Little by little, I relaxed and my little bud began to swallow his finger (involuntarily, I was still wiggling my ass, but I could tell from his reactions that he didn’t expect it to be any different, he was actually enjoying it as he arched his hips while keeping his cock in my pussy).
I could feel my body softening. His lips on my chest, his cock in my pussy and his finger in my asshole… all of this together was going to be as close to paradise as I could get. Especially after this afternoon… I gradually recovered, because I wanted more, and how I wanted it!
I got off him and knelt down beside him. I gave him a long, wet kiss on the mouth, holding and fisting his hard, throbbing cock.
I kept looking into his eyes as I rested my hands flat on the mattress, thrusting my ass wide, parting my thighs so that I was at the best possible height to finish this delicious fuck on all fours, inviting him with the naughtiest look I could muster.
Without delay, he knelt down behind me, I followed his movements with my eyes and kept my face turned back, looking over my shoulder to keep staring at him.
He held my waist with one hand, and with the other he took his cock and slowly slid the head down, starting at my crotch and this time I shivered all over, a delicious sensation running through my whole body. He continued down between my buttocks and reached my asshole, and I felt my brother point. I was still looking into his eyes, I moaned and bit my lips. He smiled, as if to say: next time this little hole won’t escape me!
He took the tip out and continued down, groping with his glans until he found my pussy. He held me tightly by the hips with both hands and slowly inserted his entire cock in one go. I moaned loudly when his groin hit my upturned ass, he kept it in for a few seconds and then began to thrust.
He shoved it in all at once, leaving just the head, and then shoved it in again and again. I moaned faster and louder, without taking my eyes off him. Asking for more, more, more…
He held my hair back with one hand and slapped each side of my ass with the other, and I got what I asked for!
He penetrated everything into me, left it in for a few seconds, took a breath and started thrusting hard, fast and deliciously again, always putting everything in. I was already gasping like a bitch in heat, I could feel that it was going to be an orgasm like I’d never felt before. And it wouldn’t be long before my brother was thrusting harder and faster, following my moans and my breathing.
We were as one, more united than ever. One perfectly understanding the other’s desires (of course, we are brothers after all!). I remained on all fours, but leaning on my elbows, I was losing control of my body from the pleasure I was feeling. He glued his chest to my back and kept penetrating firmly until I came. I collapsed face down on the bed, clutching the sheets. My pussy contracted as I squeezed his cock, an indescribable moment.
He stayed on top of me for a good few minutes, pumping steadily but with no particular rhythm, until he came deep inside me. He got off me, rolling his body to one side and we continued to enjoy caresses, cuddles and kisses. Finally he pulled me into his arms and snuggled me against his chest, hugged me tightly, kissed my forehead and we slept cuddled up until night fell.
I’ve always thought my brother was a very handsome boy. My friends say he’s, in one word, interesting. But I know that’s just an understatement (and they know I’m very jealous of him). I would say that most of them find him: kind, caring, polite, mysterious, gentlemanly, intelligent… in short, this is the opinion of those who can contain themselves.
Others, more abusive (with my consent, of course) and more sincere, will probably say that he’s: handsome, smelling, charming, attractive, really hot and I think so too (oops!)… I got carried away. I’ll admit that over the years it’s getting harder and harder to hide my admiration (ok, actually attraction) for him. I pray that Mom and Dad don’t notice.
It started out quite innocently, I think, because I’ve always loved his company. I started to take advantage of him whenever I could: at birthdays and family parties I started hugging him tighter and tighter, I would give him little kisses on the cheeks (sometimes on the neck), we would walk hand in hand when we went out together (or I would go hooked on his arm), when we went to the market or something, I would drive the motorcycle (even though I didn’t have a license yet), he would ride on the back holding my waist, if everyone else was going to watch TV, I would go last, and if there were no seats left on the sofa, I would sit on his lap. … these little things.
Then he started working. I was sad that I couldn’t count on his company any more and admired him walking around the house shirtless, looking at me smiling sideways, giving a little wink with a cigarette in the corner of his lips (that half James Dean half Marlon Brando pose that makes me melt).
Now he only came home in the evening with Dad and the best I could do was watch a bit of TV next to him, if it was cold I’d take the opportunity to bring a comforter and hug him, we were the last to go to sleep. I tried to enjoy him a little (I admit I still prefer his lap, with cuddles and kisses).
On one of my lonely afternoons, between my little household chores, I went into my brother’s room. There was a shirt hanging on the desk chair that I had given him. As I picked it up, I smelled his scent and stuck it to my face, taking a deep breath of his perfume before putting it back. I stared at his messy bed (he NEVER makes his bed) and sat on it, smoothing the sheets and thinking: his bed… me in his bed… without him… what an unfair world!
I got goose bumps as a thought crossed my mind. I took off my sandals and stretched out on the bed, imagining myself not just in his sheets but in his arms. Just the thought turned me on!
I let my hair down, closed my eyes and began to caress my belly. Slowly I moved my hand lower and lower, while with the other I felt my breasts, and soon I was smoothing them over my panties. God, it was so hot! I took off my nightgown and put on his shirt, grabbed his pillow and hugged it tightly against my chest. His nipples got hard from the friction. I started to feel under my panties, and my little fingers felt the warm wetness. I was already wet!
Still hugging the pillow, I pulled my knees up to my chest and took off my soaked panties. I put the pillow between my thighs, fantasizing that I was crossing my feet on my brother’s back. I rubbed the pillow slowly, he’s so gentle, I bet he starts by penetrating very slowly.
So I sat on top of the pillow, rolling over and riding him, I could almost feel the warmth of his body underneath me (I love his lap, imagine it like this!?!) and this way he would have his hands free and could feel wherever he wanted. I was already moaning and biting my lips… oh, if only I had the chance!
These two positions would be the first of many!
I’ve always been very well-behaved with my boyfriends, but with my brother I’d totally surrender to his desires (and mine too, of course! Sometimes I’m a bit bossy).
I spent a few more minutes trying out positions, asking myself which ones he would like… lying on my stomach with him on top of me? Lying on my side, close together? Taking me from behind, leaning on the headboard? Or maybe on all fours on the edge of the bed?
I lay down with just his shirt open and a little sweaty, covered myself up and took a delicious nap with the pillow pressed tightly between my thighs. I woke up just in time for my brother to arrive home with Dad. I tidied up the bed, collected my clothes and went for a long shower to see if it would help reduce my desire at least a little… I played with myself in the shower.
We had dinner, watched TV and went to bed.
I played alone before falling asleep… I woke up at dawn horny and played again.
The next morning my brother didn’t work. He found me in the kitchen and kissed me on the cheek, asking if I had slept in his bed. I said yes and apologized; he smiled, gave me another kiss and said he loved the perfume I’d left behind. I didn’t know what to say and just smiled. I didn’t know if he was talking about my perfume itself OR the perfume that must have been left on the pillow after my prank. He went to take a shower and I went to watch TV with my mind a little disturbed.
He came out of the bathroom in a towel, changed in the bedroom and came into the living room, but he didn’t sit next to me as usual. He sat at the other end of the sofa, looked at me and patted my knee. I was so lost in the perfume story that I didn’t even recognize the old gesture. Then he spoke:
He was holding my sandals in his other hand. In my haste I had forgotten them in his room. I put my feet in his lap, ankles crossed, still wearing socks. He scolded me for going barefoot. He thinks my feet are beautiful and it was he who chose the little butterfly I have tattooed on my left foot. He also chooses the color of my nail polish when I wear it, but he usually prefers natural.
Thank God I’m not ticklish!
It’s not exactly a massage, he likes to caress my feet. It’s one of his fetishes and NO ONE escapes it: cousins, girlfriends, his friends, my friends (bear with me)… but mainly ME!
His gifts and some off-season treats basically consist of: socks, sneakers, all-stars, sandals and the like.
He starts by sliding his hands around, presses a few points lightly, takes the socks off slowly, caresses the instep, the little toes, goes up to the ankles, comes back to the pink soles that he loves so much. I, of course, feel like a goddess!
I relaxed. I started to get a good feeling, after all, he said he liked the perfume I left on his bed and he woke up all affectionate. I stretched out, all sweet, melting with his caresses. I decided to take a nap right there on the sofa. I turned over on my side while he massaged my soles, one hand on each foot. Not long afterwards, I turned over on my stomach (my favorite sleeping position). I kept enjoying his caresses, he went up to my ankles, then to my shins and continued up to my calves (that high was a novelty).
Unfortunately, he didn’t go any higher than that. But I could see by the reflection on the television that he was devouring my ass with his eyes, so I went down on him (half for the endorphin, half to tease and encourage him). He was groping me harder than usual, I know exactly what he would do if I were asleep (or if I could convince him that I was asleep). Maybe my wish will come true. As the song goes… forbidden fruit is always tastier!
Dreaming doesn’t pay!
I’m wearing a new bikini today!
It was my brother who chose it while we were out walking one afternoon. I thought it was very modest (but if he likes it, fine). It’s green (to match my eyes, according to him), tied with bows. I went to the fitting room to try it on. When I put my head between the curtains, he was distractedly looking at the shop windows, so I called out, took his hand and pulled him into the booth. I didn’t even have to ask him if he liked it! His gaze went down from my face to my feet, I turned around and saw his gaze going up my body in the mirror, I brushed my hair over my right shoulder so he could see my back, I looked over my left. His smile was much bigger! And so was mine.
My brother spends the whole day in the backyard on a chair in the shade. He stays there reading, drinking, listening to music. And he watches us: girls in bikinis, bouncing butts and boobs, one putting suntan lotion (or lotion, depending on the case) on the other, wet hair, tops coming off, undoing and redoing bows, showing marks… he doesn’t miss a detail. He stays in his corner and if we stay all day he’s on duty in the yard for twenty-four hours. A bit of a vouyer, looking from the side or over his sunglasses.
I’m usually the last one in the water and today was no exception. He was spying on them, but he didn’t have eyes for anyone else after I arrived parading barefoot. I went to the edge of the pool, took the clip that was hooked into my bikini bottoms and held it in my mouth while I fixed my hair so that it wouldn’t get wet. First I tested the water with just my foot, squatted down and with my cupped hand I poured a little on the back of my neck to get used to the temperature. I slowly got into the water. When I looked at my brother, he had a slight smile on his lips.
I didn’t stay long in the pool (after all, how could I show off while hiding there?!?). I got out and went to one of the beach chairs scattered around the garden (I had already strategically placed it). I lay there on my stomach with my thighs slightly apart, crossed my ankles and rocked back and forth like someone who didn’t want anything. Every now and then I’d pull my panties down, leave them on for a while and then rescue her with a little slap. I spent a long time on my knees, too, with lots of bouncing and thrusting, and even spent a few minutes on all fours, of course. I repeated the process of burying my bikini and then pulling it out of the middle of my ass during each pose, always facing away from him. My brother kept his legs crossed the whole time, probably to disguise the extra volume.
I need to take advantage of his vacation. I’ve decided to use more aggressive tactics when we’re alone at home (the feeling of breaking rules makes me even hornier), especially when it comes to clothing. I’ve abandoned my pyjamas and started sleeping in a nightgown (bra? No way!). Although he loves my innocent way of dressing, I don’t think he’ll mind a bit of daring (I’ve continued to wear stockings so that there’s a balance between the two sides).
The nightgown he likes best is already very old (maybe that’s why: it squeezes my bust and my breasts look bigger and; it’s very short, I don’t even have to pull it down for the flesh of my buttocks to show). I’ve also left my smallest panties for these days, and they stay tucked in well (if they don’t, I’ll put them in myself). Several times I caught him watching me, he could hardly take his eyes off my legs.
After a week of this, I only wore the nightgown to bed. In the mornings, after Dad leaves, I take it off and parade around the house in just my panties and blouse (and socks). His stares became even longer (sometimes even suggestive).
His massages have also become more enjoyable, every afternoon for at least forty minutes he strokes my feet. It’s become a kind of commitment. He goes to the sofa, sits down and soon I arrive. I put my feet on his lap and turn over on my stomach. One day he touched the back of my knee and I curled up laughing (the only place that tickles), he laughed too, held my ankles trying to pull my feet back into his lap again. I didn’t give in, I was angry at him for ruining my mood. Then he gave my right foot a little kiss, then another on the left and alternated between them… I went all limp, of course, and after that my feet went back to him (at a time like this he could have anything he wanted from me). How I wanted his lips and hands to go higher!
This morning I woke up before him and went straight into the shower to wait for him, smelling fresh. When I got out of the shower, he was having coffee, so I went to kiss him good morning before going to change (which means: panties and a T-shirt), still wearing only a towel and with wet hair. While I was combing my hair, I heard the bathroom door slam shut.
I had an idea!
The lock on the bathroom door is old and has a reasonable hole where the key is. I went to spy on him in the shower (how could I not have thought of that before!?!). I waited until I heard the sound of the key turning, I didn’t want to be caught red-handed. I released the towel from my body, feeling a delicious chill in my stomach from leaving the room naked (a good fear!). I made my way down the corridor, folded the towel twice and knelt on it in front of the door.
He was still fully dressed (he wouldn’t miss any of my secret striptease). He took off his t-shirt, he has strong arms but very soft hands (I love them both!). Then he pulled down his shorts, I held my breath as his face was very close to the lock and when he stood up there was something white in his right hand, which I didn’t even recognize at the time. He was facing the sink, which was great because it helped my visibility so much that I could practically see his whole body.
I admired every bit of his body, from his knees to his chest. It was when he sat down on the toilet that I realized what he was holding in his hand… it was my panties!
He rubbed it against his face and smelled deeply of both the front and the back, which, as well as being buried deep inside him, I also stuffed to the hilt, turning it into a thong (perhaps this was the perfume he had liked on that distant day when I did my trick). The bulge in his underwear got bigger and bigger and he took it off. My jaw dropped! It was all smooth and judging by the size of his hand, which I knew, both the length and especially the thickness were very good (I’m short, I know!). I thought I could hold it with both hands and there would still be that beautiful little pink head sticking out.
He started to masturbate and at this sight my hand slid between my legs and my little fingers soon got to work. We spent long minutes pleasuring each other, albeit indirectly. He sniffed and licked my panties all over, then wrapped them around his cock and kept going until he came, taking care not to get them wet. He finished and went to the shower, and I continued while he watched him in the bath. When he turned off the water, I went back to my room. I made my decision: it would be today.
I dried off and got dressed: a pink camisole, cotton panties and a pair of white socks. I left my bedroom door ajar and lay on my side with my butt facing the door.
He came out of the bathroom, I heard his footsteps down the corridor, but they stopped when he reached my door. He opened it and after a few seconds closed my bedroom door. I thought: this is it! He’s going to lie down, hold me close and soon we’ll be making love!!!
I was very anxious, but I waited quietly, waited, waited, waited… Sweet illusion…
When I looked around, he was no longer in the room. “Damn it, I have to do everything myself!”, I thought to myself, “Damn his shyness, which I think is so cute!”. I lay there for a few more minutes thinking, a bit grumpy I admit, but I got up with my mind made up. After all, I’d seen proof that he wanted me too. He wasn’t going to reject me!
Here begins the final stretch of what my first time with my brother was like. I’m going to record it now while the memory is as fresh as his smell on me.
I found my brother lying on the sofa in his shorts listening to music. I thought he was asleep, but soon he opened his eyes and smiled. He was going to give me a corner, but I was quicker and lay down right next to him. As the sofa is narrow, we had to stay close together. I laid my face on his chest and wrapped my arms around the back of his neck. He got goose bumps, put his right hand on the back of my neck and his left hand on my waist and kissed my hair.
No more waiting, it was now or never!
I snuggled up and kissed his chest, he sighed and held me tighter. I caressed his chest, his arm, his belly. I tilted my head to kiss his neck, but he was already paying attention and gave me a little kiss, and I let out an unintentional moan. He pressed his lips to mine and began to kiss me gently, savoring every second of the slow, wet kiss. Soon our tongues met, moving deliciously but slowly.
His hand was still caressing the back of my neck, but his other hand, which was on my waist, slid down my thigh to my knee, then went up and gave my ass a delicious squeeze. With my thigh I could feel him throbbing under my underwear, getting bigger and bigger, thicker and stronger. I slid my hand away from his chest and towards that delicious thing, wanting to squeeze it, to feel it throbbing with arousal in my hand. But my brother stopped me by holding my wrist, lifted me up and led me to my room.
He placed me on the edge of the bed, spread my legs and knelt between them. He took off my nightgown and, kissing my mouth, began to feel my breasts. They fit perfectly in his soft, attentive hands. He kissed my cheek, my chin, gave my neck a gentle hickey, kissed my shoulder and went down to my chest. My hands stroked his hair while he sucked the nipples, ran his tongue around them, sucked the whole nipple, sucking slowly, then harder and I was delirious. His left hand went to my neck and face, caressing my lips with his thumb before I took it in my mouth and started sucking.
His mouth moved downwards, leaving a trail of kisses down my stomach before he plunged his tongue into my navel and continued downwards. Still sitting up, I leaned back with my elbows on the mattress, I wanted to watch every step. He started kissing over my already soaked panties, pulling them aside and kissing my crotch. He closed my legs and pulled down my panties. I could feel the delicious friction of them on my thighs, and my stockings came off with them.
She supported my ankles on her shoulders and quickly kissed my feet, my ankles, my calves. When she reached my thighs, she was slower in her caresses, especially on the inside. He went from my knees to my groin, then moved on to the other leg, this time going from the groin upwards. He gave it a good lick from the knee to the groin. Only then did my brother start sucking on her.
He ran the tip of his tongue over her lips very lightly without opening them, covered her with very wet kisses and ran his tongue over her clitoris, massaging it with his tongue and lips, always looking me in the eye.
He kept licking, kissing and sucking me until I started to feel the first contractions of orgasm coming on (but I wanted to take longer to come, it was our only time and I wanted to make the most of it). So I pulled his head out from between my legs and put him on his feet, knelt on the bed and pulled down his shorts. That beautiful cock sprang out, hovering just a few centimeters from my face. I stroked his legs with one hand and held his cock tightly with the other, without taking my eyes off him. I could hardly stand it, biting my lips, dying to swallow it all but trying to take it slowly.
I began to masturbate him slowly, feeling him pulsate in my tight hand, going up and down the entire length to get him to the maximum, even that first colorless drop came out through his urethra. He looked at me, smiling affectionately but with a different glint in his eyes (like: I’m sorry but it’s too late to turn back, heart). I moved closer, putting my face to his belly and started kissing, licking and nibbling. I went down with just the tip of my tongue and kissed the base of his penis (so smooth you have to enjoy it, right?).
I kissed the tip, he sighed, I licked it and went around the head, smiling all the while. I put the little pink head in my mouth and massaged it with my tongue before slowly sucking on it, making it very wet. I sucked his cock and each time I sucked I put a little more into my mouth. I was halfway through, but I was running out of breath and gave up on swallowing the whole thing (for now!). I stroked his sack and then began to lick it, putting one ball in my mouth and sucking it, then the other. I ran my tongue up from the base of his cock to the tip and down, following the same path. I left his cock and balls well slobbered. He loved it, by the look on his face!
I got on all fours facing my brother, with my mouth open and my best naughty face inviting him in (as if I needed it!). He moved closer, placing the tip of his cock on the little nipple I was making with my lips, breathing deeply as he rubbed the head against my lips until he was as relaxed as possible. He stroked my hair, improvised a ponytail with his hand so that my hair wouldn’t get in the way of his view and slowly pushed the head in. He continued with repeated movements of his pelvis, and I swallowed my second dose more and more voraciously, reaching half the cock very easily. We quickly synchronized our movements and with just a few more seconds I was able to swallow that whole cock, feeling the thick head get stuck in my throat before I forced my way inside (I said I could do it!). Soon I was able to do it myself and he just watched.
Sucking it all in, his moans became more intense. I slowly pulled out of his mouth, leaving just the head inside, and then swallowed it all again, until my chin was rubbing against his balls, what a feeling of victory! We spent a good few minutes mesmerized by the rhythm.
I got down on my knees, lay on my stomach, spread my legs wide and led him over me, holding his hand. He lay on one elbow and put the pillow under me at the height of my lower back. He held his cock and meticulously rubbed the head against my clitoris without stopping to kiss my mouth.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and crossed my legs around his waist. He slid the head past my lips, left the tip in place, glued his body to mine and penetrated. It was very thick and I was a little tight, but it went in easily (me being soaked and my blowjob helped a lot). He put in and took out just the head, as if to tease me, kissing my neck while I moaned softly in his ear. He let go of the weight of his body, glued his lips to mine, slipped an arm under my head and his other hand groped my breasts, then slid down the side of my body, when he reached my buttocks he gave it a good squeeze.
He began to thrust slowly and I, greedy, clenched my leg, wanting it all at once. He slowly penetrated until he was halfway in and I came for the first time, biting his shoulder and scratching his back. He kept thrusting in and out only halfway, but a little faster. I moaned, begging for more, and he put in a little more with each thrust. When he’d gotten all the way in, he left me inside for a few seconds, kissing me and squeezing my ass hard.
Then he propped himself up on his elbows, looked me in the eye and started penetrating again. I could feel his groin slamming against mine, and with each shock I moaned louder and he thrust in following my moans… I came again. Finally, he thrust hard and let go of my body, taking a deep breath and kissing my neck.
We spent a few moments cuddling and kissing, and he was still hard inside me. I realized that we’d done the first position of that prank of mine from a long time ago (only alone and not in my bed). I remembered the second position… (two without pulling out was all I needed!)
I let out a deep sigh and when I made the slightest mention of turning over, he understood immediately and rolled over on the bed, leaving me on top of him.
I sat on his body, one hand resting on his chest and the other holding his cock. When I got to the head, I put my other hand on his chest as well, slowly releasing my weight while my brother groped my thighs. When I finished sitting down and feeling him all the way inside, I took a deep breath, inflating my lungs completely and my breasts must have been very appetizing, because his hands went up and groped them very hard, but far from unpleasant. I bent down a little and he leaned in to kiss them, sucking on the nipples, nibbling lightly on the nipples… I’d never been fucked with so much attention paid to my whole body in this way.
I began to ride him slowly, alternating with faster movements from time to time. He understood that I was in charge now.
His hands slid all over my body: thighs, ass, belly, breasts… They went to the back of my neck and pulled me into a delicious kiss… at these moments I just concentrated on rolling on top of him. I rode him all I wanted until I came for the third time.
I pulled him against my chest and he grabbed my waist with both hands. I understood almost by telepathy: he wanted me to roll over a little more. So I did. He groped my buttocks, smoothed them, squeezed them. His reactions varied as I rolled over. He ran a finger down my crotch, kept going… then I let out a deep sigh, hugging him tightly and squeezing my buttocks hard.
He had touched my asshole!
I’d never been touched there before and my reaction was a mixture of surprise, discovery and pleasure (and a lot of pleasure, apparently). He took out his finger, which had barely touched it, and began to caress the flesh of my ass again. He gave my cheek a soft kiss that was practically an apology.
I hugged him tightly, giggled in his ear and guided his hand to the middle of my ass again (despite the scare, I liked it… who knows, new possibilities). He rubbed the tip of his finger over my little button, I held my breath for a few seconds while he rubbed it slowly (as if to tell me to relax, that I was in good hands).
I took his hand away from my butt and brought his index finger to my mouth. I ran my tongue over it, sucked it (always with a smile on my lips), made it very wet and put his hand on my ass again, and he groped around until he found my asshole.
I stuck my ass out as far as I could without taking his cock out of my pussy and rested my head on his shoulder. He gently pushed his finger in, but couldn’t get it in (sometimes I accidentally squeezed my ass). Little by little, I relaxed and my little bud began to swallow his finger (involuntarily, I was still wiggling my ass, but I could tell from his reactions that he didn’t expect it to be any different, he was actually enjoying it as he arched his hips while keeping his cock in my pussy).
I could feel my body softening. His lips on my chest, his cock in my pussy and his finger in my asshole… all of this together was going to be as close to paradise as I could get. Especially after this afternoon… I gradually recovered, because I wanted more, and how I wanted it!
I got off him and knelt down beside him. I gave him a long, wet kiss on the mouth, holding and fisting his hard, throbbing cock.
I kept looking into his eyes as I rested my hands flat on the mattress, thrusting my ass wide, parting my thighs so that I was at the best possible height to finish this delicious fuck on all fours, inviting him with the naughtiest look I could muster.
Without delay, he knelt down behind me, I followed his movements with my eyes and kept my face turned back, looking over my shoulder to keep staring at him.
He held my waist with one hand, and with the other he took his cock and slowly slid the head down, starting at my crotch and this time I shivered all over, a delicious sensation running through my whole body. He continued down between my buttocks and reached my asshole, and I felt my brother point. I was still looking into his eyes, I moaned and bit my lips. He smiled, as if to say: next time this little hole won’t escape me!
He took the tip out and continued down, groping with his glans until he found my pussy. He held me tightly by the hips with both hands and slowly inserted his entire cock in one go. I moaned loudly when his groin hit my upturned ass, he kept it in for a few seconds and then began to thrust.
He shoved it in all at once, leaving just the head, and then shoved it in again and again. I moaned faster and louder, without taking my eyes off him. Asking for more, more, more…
He held my hair back with one hand and slapped each side of my ass with the other, and I got what I asked for!
He penetrated everything into me, left it in for a few seconds, took a breath and started thrusting hard, fast and deliciously again, always putting everything in. I was already gasping like a bitch in heat, I could feel that it was going to be an orgasm like I’d never felt before. And it wouldn’t be long before my brother was thrusting harder and faster, following my moans and my breathing.
We were as one, more united than ever. One perfectly understanding the other’s desires (of course, we are brothers after all!). I remained on all fours, but leaning on my elbows, I was losing control of my body from the pleasure I was feeling. He glued his chest to my back and kept penetrating firmly until I came. I collapsed face down on the bed, clutching the sheets. My pussy contracted as I squeezed his cock, an indescribable moment.
He stayed on top of me for a good few minutes, pumping steadily but with no particular rhythm, until he came deep inside me. He got off me, rolling his body to one side and we continued to enjoy caresses, cuddles and kisses. Finally he pulled me into his arms and snuggled me against his chest, hugged me tightly, kissed my forehead and we slept cuddled up until night fell.
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