(sequel to Cuddling)
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So, my plan had finally worked. I was no longer a virgin – I had given my cherry to my older brother, and incidentally been his first girl too. And all this on the day before my 14th birthday – rather neat, I thought.
He was putty in my hands, really. He’d got so used to my slipping into his bed, sucking his cock, making him come in various other ways, that when I unrolled a condom over his cock and forced my tight little pussy down over it, the deed was done before he had a chance to resist. Not that he wanted to. What boy could pull out of a hot wet gripping cunny? A few strokes and he had orgasmed mightily, filling the condom’s teat almost to overflowing.
It didn’t hurt - much. I had been working up to it for a while, using a hairbrush handle and other objects to stretch myself little by little, sliding a couple of fingers in and wiggling them around while I masturbated. One big push, feeling so horny that the pain was over and gone in a second, and he was through and filling me up like I was sitting on a marrow!
The next night (14th birthday) we did it twice. The first time he came again very quickly, but then I got him hard straight away and straddled him again and rode him for a good half-hour. I was so wet I could hear squishing and slurping noises from my puss! Afterwards I sat on his face and made him lick me until I came again. A proper birthday treat.
He had me three times the next night – he didn’t even wait for me to make the first move, just rolled the condom on, spread my legs and went in. I wrapped my legs round his waist and lay back and let him fuck me as hard as he liked.
I was away to France on a week-long school trip the morning after that. A pity as I knew I would miss the sex and couldn’t see much opportunity of masturbating in the dormitory we were in. But my cunny was pretty sore so perhaps it was a good thing – gave it a chance to recover. Sitting on the coach for 8 hours was uncomfortable, though!
I spent a lot of time day-dreaming about what we would do when I got back. He would be ultra-horny and have gallons of spunk stored up – maybe I would suck him off first, just to see how much there was.
My brother avoided my eyes when I returned home, to much fussing from the Parents. I winked at him but he looked sheepish. Don’t tell me he was feeling guilty about our nightly trysts! I was tired after the long coach journey and from an acute lack of sleep in France, but I slipped into his bed as usual, ignoring his muffled protests, and got his ever-hard cock in my mouth. He didn’t come as quick as I expected, and when he did there wasn’t any more sperm than usual. I swallowed it anyway and then fell fast asleep.
Sometime in the night I awoke, feeling horny, and remembered where I was. There was rhythmic movement coming from the other side of the double bed – was the little toad wanking? How dare he, when he had his sister’s empty cunny to fuck? I slid my hand across and encountered naked flesh – but it didn’t feel like his, softer and smoother. The toad had another girl with him! From the feel of it she was sitting on his hips just like I did, moving up and down on his cock.
Boldly, I felt around her hip and over her taut ass. Moving downward into her ass-crack, I encountered his cock, rock-hard and slippery. It was pumping steadily in and out of her. Hang on, my knowledge of anatomy wasn’t great but surely – yes, he was fucking her in the ass! I could feel the taut ring of her bottom hole stretched tight around his cock, a layer of some creamy stuff lubricating it.
I was furious. I sat up in bed and switched the bedside light on, and got the shock of my life. There, straddling my brother, naked, her hair unkempt and her mouth slack with lust, was my mum! He turned his head away from the light, while she just went on rising and falling automatically, stuffing his cock in her ass, her breasts swinging over his face.
I let out a little scream, and Mum turned her head towards me with a strange grin on her face.
‘What’s the matter?’ she said, panting in time with her thrusts, ‘You’re not the only one who gets horny round here, you know.’
‘David!’ I shouted. ‘What happened?’
He looked at me. I could tell he was close to coming.
‘She just got into bed with me one night, just like you do. I didn’t realise. I’m sorry Ginnie, I couldn’t help it!’
Mum renewed her pounding, and he closed his eyes. ‘God, she’s so tight! As tight as your cunt, Ginnie!’ With a great groan he climaxed, pumping his hips upwards. Fascinated in spite of my shock, I had leaned forward to watch more closely, and saw how his cock disappeared right inside her, up to the balls, which pulsed as they spurted their load deep into Mum’s ass.
‘Has he done this to you yet?’ Mum asked me once everything had subsided.
I shook my head.
‘Won’t be long. I started when I was younger than you. I was well stretched by the time I was your age, my lady.’
‘You ... don’t mind then?’ I muttered.
‘What, my son and daughter fucking? No, why should I? As long as you enjoy yourselves and don’t tell anyone. I’m surprised it took you so long to get it together. I was fucking your uncle when I was 12. Couldn’t get enough of him.’
‘Cool,’ I said.
She raised herself off the bed and his cock slipped out of her with a loud plop. Mum stood up and stretched, her breasts lifting. I hadn’t really realised before that she was still a very attractive woman – hardly any fat on her, and just a small tuft of hair on her pubes.
‘Better get back to your dad. I’ll leave you two to shag in peace. I think David’s got a spurt or two left in him. Don’t get pregnant, whatever you do, eh?’
last modified 22 October 2004