Chapter 7

Posted: October 28, 2006 - 01:33:32 am

The green glowing LED numbers on the bedside clock radio said it was seven-oh-five. It was Sunday morning, the first day of the rest of our lives. I was able to see the digital numbers on the clock, because I was lying on my side facing it. Brian was snuggled up behind me, his arm wrapped over my side, holding my breast. His rock hard shaft was lodged in the crevice between my butt cheeks, and his nose was buried in my hair. If the earth had picked that very moment to stop spinning, I would have died the most contented woman on it. I was so comfortable, I wanted to stay where I was all day, but my bladder had other plans for me. With a sigh, I gently disengaged Brian's hand and slipped out of bed. I felt wickedly decadent, as I padded to the bathroom, naked as the day I was born.

When I returned to our bed, Brian was still sleeping. He had rolled onto his back though, and his big old boner had levitated the sheet into the shape of a circus tent. Goody! I dropped my towel and silently crept to the foot of the bed, I felt as if I were a tiger, stalking my prey. I slinked onto the bed and slowly pulled the sheet down, exposing his large tumescent shaft without awakening him. I took him in my right hand and cradled his large egg shaped testicles in the other. I clinched my thighs and a shiver ran through me, as I felt how full of his semen those balls must be, and it was all for greedy little me. For my part of Brian's hundred-year plan, I vowed that never would a drop of him end up anywhere but on or in me.

As I held him in my loving grip, a drop of pre-ejaculate oozed out of the tip. I had to suppress a moan, as I eagerly bent forward and licked it off. Brian sighed softly in his sleep, when I took him into my mouth and began to gently suckle him. I looked up at him as I laved the crown of his penis with my tongue; even though he was asleep, he was smiling beatifically. I worked on him for at least two or three minutes before his hands tangled in my hair and started guiding me. I looked up at him again and tried to smile around his girth. I loved the feel of his hands wrapped in my hair as he worked my head up and down. I had my fist around his shaft and kept my lips pressed to it, so I was stroking him at the same pace he was using for my mouth.

Suddenly Brian's breath hissed between his teeth. I trembled in anticipation as his fingers tightened in my hair and his hips shot up off the bed.

"I'm cumming," he gasped between his clenched teeth.

The words preceded the event by a millisecond as a hard spray of his wonderful spend shot against the back of my mouth. I moaned around his shaft, as the taste of him once again triggered a small orgasm in me. To me, it was an affirmation of our love that I came when he did. I cleaned him off thoroughly, giggling as my tongue on his oversensitive glans made him jump. When he was completely clean, I carefully laid my favorite little guy down for a rest and crawled up my brother's body. Brian's eyes grew bigger as I moved up until I had a knee on either side of his head.

"I've had my breakfast, now it's time for yours," I said, lowering my slick mound down on his face.

I was so bad, but Brian was lapping it up! (Giggle) I was getting ready for my third really big climax, when the phone jangled loudly enough to make me jump. Brian turned his mouth to the side when it rang the second time.

"Answer that Britney, I'm busy," he said before diving back in.

I answered the phone, clearing my throat. I was so close! It was mom wanting to know how long it would take us to be ready to go down for breakfast. I had to bite my tongue at her unintentional use of words.

"Fifteen minutes," I croaked as my bad baby brother sucked hard on my clit.

The phone had barely landed back in the cradle, when my orgasm hit me. I was holding onto the padded headboard that was attached to the wall, wildly hunching against Brian's mouth; I bit down on the heel of my hand to stifle my scream.

I had us dressed and ready in fifteen minutes as promised, although I had to make Brian wash his face twice before I couldn't smell me on him. I was all dreamy smiles as we rode down to the restaurant. Mom noticed my good mood right away.

"I guess you are over your snit from having to share a room," she said with a grin.

I hugged her and told her, "This is the best vacation ever, even if my roommate is a dork."

While we were eating breakfast, daddy asked what we planned to do while they were gone. Brian said he wanted to go to Wet and Wild. Mom looked at me and I nodded my agreement. We'd have supper somewhere and catch a movie that evening, I contributed. Mom recommended we take the hotel shuttle to one of the attractions on Monday. We agreed, and I told her I'd call her Monday with where we were, so they could meet us there. Brian and I tried not to let show how anxious we were for them to leave.

We walked them out to the car and hugged them goodbye, as soon as daddy stowed their overnight bag in the back. Daddy cracked open his wallet, and hooked us up with some cash flow, then off they went. I think they were as excited about a night off on their own as Brian and I were. We stood there waving until they were out of sight. When Mom's silver SUV cleared the end of the parking lot, I grabbed Brian's hand and had to squeal, I was so excited. Brian gave my hand a reassuring squeeze.

"I know how you feel, Brit, but you need to relax."

"I'm trying, Baby, but I am about to explode. I feel so good one minute and I'm petrified the next."

Even though I couldn't wait for us to be together in the Biblical sense, I was worried that it wouldn't be the incredible joining that my mind envisioned. Brian didn't share my fear about that in the slightest. He spun me around to face him, and held me as he had the day before at the beach.

"Listen, the next twenty-four hours is about us loving each other. We aren't in school and we aren't being graded for our performance. I am going to love you more tomorrow, no matter what happens between now and then, that's just the way it is. And you know what else?"

I shook my head, mesmerized, hanging on to his every sweet word.

"What else is, that if it's not that great, we have the rest of our lives to get better at it."

"Bri, how can you know all this at your age? I mean, you don't even have a driver's license yet, and you are already talking about committing your life to me. Sometimes all of this is a little overwhelming to me."

"Sometimes it weirds me out too," he admitted. "I don't exactly know how to explain it. I just know for a fact, that we belong together, and everything else will work itself out."

Standing there in the parking lot with his strong arms wrapped around me, I started to feel the same way. I could see some bumps in the road before us, but nothing I could imagine would stop me from wanting to always be where I was right then. I laid my head on his shoulder and nestled against him.

"Promise?" I asked in a whisper.

"Promise!" he averred fiercely.

I thought Wet and Wild was just a ploy Brian had thrown out to mom, so I was all set for him to drag me upstairs and jump my bones. Accordingly, as soon as the door of our room closed, I pulled his head down for a kiss. He swapped tongues with me for a few seconds, broke the kiss, spun me around and swatted my ass playfully.

"Save that for later gorgeous. Right now you need to put on your suit and grab your gear. This is our first date, and the shuttle bus for Wet and Wild leaves in fifteen minutes."

My brother was a strange man sometimes, but in this instance, going to the water park was a perfect idea. Our day at Wet and Wild was the best date I'd ever been on, hands down. We had a great time screaming down all the steepest rides. Brian got a lot of appreciative looks from the other girls, thanks to his swimmer's physique and skimpy Speedos, but he seemed to be oblivious to their presence. In fact, I seemed to be the only girl Brian had eyes for at Wet and Wild. Maybe my new convertible bikini, adjusted to its thong setting, helped hold his attention, but I think there was something much deeper than hormonal urges going on between us.

Toward the end of our day at the water park, we decided to go for a leisurely ride in what they call the "Lazy River." This is a big donut-shaped stream, with a current that pushes rafters around and around. The banks of the stream were planted with lush tropical vegetation, such as bamboo, banana, and large ferns, giving us the impression we were floating down a jungle river.

Every so often, we would float past a small offshoot or cove, and I noticed that some couples, seeking a bit of privacy, had taken a little detour into one of these spots for some necking and heavy petting. I couldn't help but notice the next cove we approached was unoccupied, and decided to take advantage of it.

I don't think my sweet brother suspected my true purpose for this little detour, until it was too late. After we reached the dead-end of the cove, I jumped off of our raft and urged Brian to do likewise. The water only came up to our shoulders, so we could stand on the bottom.

I waded over to Brian and wrapped my arms around his neck. As I did so, I brought up my legs and wrapped them around his waist. Brian's hands automatically moved to my bottom... my nearly naked bottom, to support my weight. This position put my sweet spot directly in contact with his manly bulge, and he began to grow hard as I shamelessly humped against him.

"God, Brit... what are you trying to..." Brian tried to protest, but I cut him off, pushing my tongue into his mouth.

We continued to tongue-wrestle as I ground my excited pussy against his now fully inflated cock. I reached down between us, pushing my hand into his Speedos and grabbed his long, thick shaft. Brian gave a muffled groan of protest, but his hands remained at my buttocks. I knew his resistance was weakening when he began kneading the twin globes of my bottom, his fingers probing beneath the edges of my thong. I used my other hand to tug down the waistband of his Speedos, tucking it beneath his balls. Now there was nothing between his hard shaft and my vulva, except the thin material of my bikini.

All I needed to do was pull that cloth to the side, and I would have what I yearned for, but alas, as I fumbled to expose my opening to Brian's manhood, he suddenly found the willpower to release his grip on my bottom, and push me away. I lost my grip from around his neck and ended up getting a dunking. I came up sputtering, miffed that I had been oh-so close to getting his penis inside me.

Before I could scold Brian for dumping me, however, he started laughing hysterically, amused at my imitation of an angry, wet hen. His laughter was contagious, and I was soon giggling with him.

As our laughter dissipated, Brian took me back into his arms and kissed me.

"God, Brit... we nearly went too far that time. I know you want to go all the way, and so do I... but not here in the middle of a water park!"

"I'm sorry, Brian... I don't know what came over me. I'll try to behave myself, at least until we get back to our hotel room, and then all bets are off!"

Brian looked into my eyes and in a husky voice, answered, "I promise you, sweetheart, starting tonight, you'll get as much of that as you want."

We caught the three o'clock shuttle back to the Dolphin.

When we were in our room, I grabbed him and kissed him the way I had been dying to do all day. As we kissed inside the doorway, I started backing up towards the bed. God, how I wanted him right then. When the back of my knees hit the bed, I fell backwards, pulling Brian on top of me. We hit the bed in a tangle and I spread my legs to accommodate him between them. He ground his hard shaft into my mound, shooting sparks through my body.

"Come on Brian, I want you now," I practically begged.

He didn't answer me; instead, he pushed his pelvis tighter to me and rotated it in small circles. His erection was massaging my clit from all different angles. I put my feet flat on the bed and raised my knees, so I could have leverage to push back against him. I tried to reach down and grab his shaft, but he grabbed my hands and held them over my head, as he continued to grind. I groaned beneath him and hunched up to get more contact. Brian bent his head down and started whispering in my ear.

"Tonight we are dressing up and going out to dinner. When we get back here, I'm going to strip you naked and we are going to do this for real. I'm going to fill you up and make love to you until your eyes roll back in your head."

As I imagined what he was saying, I started orgasming. He encouraged me to let myself go, because no one could hear us. I clutched him and loudly moaned out his name. My climax must have lasted at least a minute or more, as I writhed under him, babbling incoherently. Finally I calmed down enough to pull his head down for a kiss. I wanted to do something for him, but he said he came in his pants at the same time I did. While he was in the bathroom cleaning up, I slipped out of my clothes and got under the covers. He came back in, naked as a jaybird, and joined me. I thought I was to keyed up to sleep, but when he snuggled up to me, I went out like a light.

Brian woke me up with a kiss at six that evening.

"Wake up Sleeping Beauty, we have reservations for seven."

I looked at the clock and gave him a smile. "Plenty of time, Baby. Where are we going and what should I wear?"

"Wear your little black dress and heels, we're going to the formal dining room."

I let Brian take a quick shower first, then I grabbed my things and sequestered myself in the bathroom to get ready. I was ready by six-fifty, decked out in new black undies, thigh highs, LBD and strappy two-inch heels. My hair was soft and framed my face and I had on some light make-up, I didn't look bad for a bookwormish nerd girl, I thought as I put on my glasses. Brian looked awesome in gray slacks, white shirt and this cool purple paisley tie. I was walking on air, when we entered the restaurant with my arm through his.

We had a nice table, a wonderful meal, and we talked up a storm. My perception of my brother had undergone a huge change since I realized he was my soulmate. Our dinner conversation made it clear that there was way more to Brian than I had ever dreamed. I started the conversational ball rolling.

"So how are we going to make this work? I mean, you seem positive it will, and for some reason I believe you completely. I'm guessing you have a plan or something?"

He smiled at me and took my hand across the table.

"My long term plan is to love you forever. In the near term, I figure we only have to tiptoe around for the next year. We have some options when you start college. Once you make your college plans, I'll decide what I want to do."

I was confused by what he meant by that.

"Wouldn't we want to make plans together for when I graduate?" I asked.

"Not at all. You have worked most of your school life with college and career in mind. I'm not about to stand in the way of your goals."

Amazing guy, huh? The only problem I saw to that was the unfairness of putting my ambitions before his.

"What about you, Bri, what about your plans for the future?"

What he said next was a gigantic surprise for me.

"My plans are pretty simple. As soon as I leave high school, I plan on working. This year I signed up for votech classes. I want to work with my hands, be a carpenter maybe. College doesn't interest me, so wherever we are, I should be able to find a job."

I was stunned by his response. As intelligent as he was, I'd have never in a million years thought of him wanting to do something like that. If nothing else, Brian was far from predictable.

"Wow! Mom and dad are going to have a cow when you tell them that," I said.

He shrugged and flashed me a grin.

"Nah, they'll go along with it. I've already felt mom out about it. She says it's not unusual for boys to take time off before going to college. If it's okay with mom, you know dad is going to agree, too."

We talked all through dinner. I know we had an exceptionally good meal, but I hardly remember eating it. As we talked, I began to see similarities in how Brian and I were like mom and dad, only in reverse. Brian loved me with the same intensity that mom loved dad, and I returned that love with complete trust in everything he said and did, just like dad. Brian was as handsome as mom was beautiful, while I was almost as big a geek as dad. Then, of course, there was the fertility idol thing, too. Dad and mom touched the idol, and suddenly they began acting like a couple of horny teenagers; I touched the idol and the same thing happened to me, with Brian the beneficiary. I had no worries about Brian and I making it as a couple, because of the example our parents set as a role model.

We made it back to our room at a little after nine. I thought it odd when Brian sent me out with the ice bucket to fetch us sodas and ice, but I schlepped on down the hall and did his bidding. When I returned, he opened the door for me and my heart gave a little lurch at the half dozen candles he'd scattered around the room. They suffused the room in a soft golden glow. He took the ice bucket and sodas out of my hand and put them on the room's small table. Then he swept me up in his arms and kissed my breath away.

When we finally came up for air, I wanted nothing more than to rip off our clothes, jump on the bed, and boff our brains out. As usual, baby brother had a better idea. He spun me around until I was facing away from him, then flipped my hair off my neck and over my shoulder. Planting little butterfly kisses on my neck, he unhooked the eyelet at the top of my dress, and slowly started pulling the zipper down.

"Unwrapping you like this is better than all my birthdays and Christmases put together," he whispered in my ear.

His breath on my ear and his feathery touch on my back as he dragged the zipper down, made the hairs on my arm stand on end. When the tang of the zipper hit bottom, Brian slowly pushed the straps of the dress off my shoulders and down my tingling arms. He pushed the dress down over the swell of my hips; I put my hand on his arm to steady myself and stepped out of the puddle of black tulle and taffeta. Brian unhooked my bra and pulled it off, then he knelt down behind me and pulled my panties down. I stepped out of one leg and then the other. Brian eyed me appreciatively as he circled around me. I stood there proudly for him, marveling that I had become such an exhibitionist.

"You are perfect," he said, his voice reverential.

Of course, realistically, I knew nothing could be further from the truth. I was skinny, and my feet were too big, but I knew he meant exactly what he said.

"I'm glad you think so, I want to be all that and more for you," I whispered back.

Brian gave me another of his irresistible smiles and suddenly swept me up in his arms. I held tightly to his neck as he carried me over to the bed. He deposited me onto the center of the king sized mattress and climbed up beside me. My arms were still woven around his neck, so I pulled him down for a kiss. That kiss was our best yet, but then, every kiss we shared seemed better than the last. Finally Brian pulled away and stood up. Our eyes remained locked as he stripped out of his clothes and rejoined me on the bed. I spread my legs as Brian positioned himself over me.

Brian held himself up on his elbows and lowered his hips down onto mine. I gasped when I felt his big hard shaft pressing lengthwise against my hot center; it felt much better without our underwear intervening between us. He smiled at my gasp and kissed me lightly on the lips. When his lips let mine and he started to slide down my body, I grabbed his ears with both hands.

"Uh-uh, Baby. We've had five days of foreplay. I want you in me now."

Brian gave me another of his grins.

"Good plan, let me get a rubber."

"Put it in me first without one," I said. "I want to feel what it's like."

He looked at me funny for a second, then forcefully rolled off me and grabbed the box of Designer Deluxe Condoms I had bought at Victoria's Secret. I looked at him incredulously.

"We can't take a chance with that Brit, there could be sperm in my precum," he said apologetically.

He was exactly right of course; I don't know what I was thinking. Brian ripped open the silver, pink and black foil packet and after one false start, rolled the condom down his penis. I was so excited; I had to remind myself to breath. Finally, the reservoir tipped, prelubed, ultra thin latex rubber was in place and Brian was back hovering between my legs. I was squirming around and humping my hips up in my urgency for him. He would push forward to enter me, but our uncoordinated movements kept it from happening.

"Hold still for a second, Brit, or I'll never get in you," he said exasperatedly.

I groaned in frustration, but willed my hips to be still.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry," I chanted.

He held his penis in one hand and nosed it up and down my slit. I was lubricating copiously, so when he started to push, the flared purple crown slipped in without any trouble. He felt huge in me already, and I could look down and see the majority of him was still outside me. When he released his hand from around his shaft, my hips gyrated upwards, seeking more. As I pushed up he pushed down, burying half his length into me. We both kind of whimpered as he pulled back and pushed in again. Our pubic hair meshed together after two more strokes.

I write for the school newspaper back home, and I've even won a couple of awards for things I've written. Yet words just don't seem to adequately describe how it felt when we were finally completely joined. Brian filled me completely, but not uncomfortably. From side to side and front to rear, he fit in me perfectly. All my fears about making love disappeared as soon as the head of his prong gently kissed my cervix.

"Oh Baby, you feel so good in me, ' I moaned.

Brian just smiled down at me and slowly pulled his hips back. I mewed in displeasure at the loss of him and tried to hold him in place with my internal muscles.

"Oh shit, Brit, I feel you grabbing at me, I don't think I'm going to last very long," he exclaimed.

At the end of his out stroke, he pushed himself back into me in one hard shove. I grunted when he hit bottom, sparks flashed behind my closed eyelids as he slowly withdrew again. Brian maintained that rhythm for a few more strokes, slowly out, firmly in. True to his word, he didn't last long. After about six more repetitions of that insanely syncopated pace, he slammed into me and moaned as he started cumming. It was okay, though, because I was cumming right with him. As soon as his penis started pulsing, a giant orgasm swept over me. At once, all of my muscles seemed to seize up and my hips thrust up hard enough that I almost unseated him. I was arched up in the air, my muscles as tight as banjo strings, screaming out my pleasure. I quite simply thought I was going to expire.

I shivered and shuddered in bliss for at least three quarters of a minute, before my muscles relaxed and I fell limply back on the bed. I pulled Brian's face down to mine and started kissing him in appreciation.

"Baby that was everything I always thought my first time would be and more. I love you so much and I'm so happy that you love me too," I said between kisses.

"I felt complete as a person when I was inside you, Brit, it was as if I found a missing piece of me."

I agreed. Being with him was so perfect it brought tears to my eyes. Yes, we fit perfectly together physically, but far beyond that, our souls seemed to be joined also. I pulled him down until his torso was pressing against mine, then I wrapped my arms and legs around him. Wrapped around him like that with his still hard shaft buried in me, made me feel so good I almost cried. What Brian had said about feeling complete when we were joined was absolutely, positively true. I knew instinctively that, for us, it would always be this way.

Brian broke my train of thought when he gently began thrusting into me again. After a few strokes, he pushed up onto his arms again, so that his weight was bearing down on my sex. This time his strokes were shorter and the pace was faster. My legs around his waist allowed him to penetrate me deeper. I was still wound up from my first climax, so my second didn't take all that long to arrive. The third followed a couple of minutes later. I reveled in the glorious feeling of our lovemaking and our closeness. Brian started moving in me even faster, his large shaft pressing deliciously against my clit. When he came, it pushed me over the edge of my strongest orgasm yet. I screamed as I came, my little pussy spewing my own juices in counterpoint to his.

When he pulled out of me and discarded the used condom, I took my Baby's penis in my mouth, laved him clean with my tongue and curled up in his arms. After a few minutes rest, we started kissing again. Brian rolled me on top of him and reached for another rubber. This time, I put it on for him as I sat on his thighs. I was pleased to no end that his desire for me was as strong as mine for him. When I had his monster muzzled, I slid forward and impaled myself on it. It took me a while to get him into me, but I finally managed to work myself down on him. Being on top was a good position for me, because it allowed me to experiment. I soon worked out which angles felt the best; once that was accomplished, I proceeded to ride him. I lost count of how many orgasms I had before he throbbed in my tunnel and let fly, emptying his essence into the condom.

Brian wasn't idle while I was playing cowgirl, my man had his hands all over me while I played Annie Oakley. My man, I like that, my man for life! Anyway, he kept his hands moving on me as I chuffed up and down on his big pole. I loved the feel of his big rough hands on my tender skin. He kneaded my breasts and tweaked my nipples, he caressed my butt and even teased the tiny hole back there, and finally he wet his thumb in my mouth and rubbed my clit. Every time I came, he was doing something different. I asked him about that after I quaked to a strong orgasm and was lying on his chest.

"I know I'm your first, so how do you know all those things to do to me?"

"I read a lot on the internet, not just erotic stories, either. The net is full of advice for men and women, once you know where to look. Mostly, though, I get my inspiration from you. I want to please you so much that I pay attention to how you react to things I do. The other thing is that I can't keep my hands off you. I want to always be touching you."

"Umm, well just so you know, I love having you touch me. That's the one thing that might cause us the most problems later, because I'm always going to be wanting your touch."

After we finished with the second rubber, Brian and I snuggled up in bed. He blew out the candles and we lay in the dark, talking about the future. We both were so in love by then, that anything and everything seemed possible.
Joe J & Wet Dream-Girl
Chapter 8