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My Brother's Cock
by Vijay Martinez (lobo_loco_6666@hotmail.com)
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A sister lusts for her brother's cock and seduces him
one night. (mf-teens, inc)
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It was a cold night and the chill was especially sharp
because I had turned down the heat in the house. I
needed to do that, I needed the excuse to get to lie in
bed next to my brother. Just the thought of his half-
naked body next to me, our skins touching, rubbing,
sent shivers throughout my body. I had been fantasizing
about him for over a year, ever since I caught him
peeing outside in the bushes.
I saw him, keeping my eyes on him, from the moment he
whisked out his soft, little peepee to the moment he
shook it and put it back in his shorts. It was just the
cutest thing, his penis curling in his hands, bouncing
between his fingers. I knew I had to have his forbidden
flesh. I had to hold it, rub it, caress its smooth,
silky skin. But I had to be discrete -- it was not the
sort of thing I could discuss or even hint at -- so I
had to resort to scheming and that brought me to the
events of that night.
At bed time I sneaked downstairs as though I was going
to check if the doors and windows were shut. Mom and
dad were away for the weekend and they had left me, the
oldest teenager, in charge. That was when I turned off
the heat, returned to my room and waited. I waited,
shivering, until I knew I could not hold back any
longer.
I tiptoed into the hall and made it to my younger
brother's room. I was 17 and he was 15. We were close,
close enough that I knew he would not protest or object
to what I had in mind. I opened the door and walked up
to the bed. I nudged him awake and after a moment or
two he was respondent.
"What is it?" he asked, sitting up, the blanket around
his waist, his tone chest exposed.
I sat next to him, hugging him so hard I knew he could
feel my breasts poking against his flesh. I had a habit
of sleeping semi-nude too. "I'm cold, hon." I let my
hands wander down his chest. "Can I spend the night
with you?"
He paused for a moment. Although it was dark in the
room and hard to see, still, I could tell that his eyes
were on my tits. Guys at his age, what else do they
think about? I took his hand and pressed it on one of
my breasts. I let him feel the warmth of my erect
nipple and by racing, beating heart.
Coyly, I reached down the folds of blankets that
covered his crotch. I felt his throbbing hardness and
quickly flipped off the sheets. He was naked and his
half-soft dick ached, pointing up just over his loose
ballsac. He did not stop me so I took his cock in my
hand. I held it there, in my palm, my fingers curled
around his inflating rod, my thumb running up and down
his length. I enjoyed that feeling and I knew he really
loved it. Running my fist to his cockhead -- that was
still covered in his beautiful foreskin -- he twitched
to his full glory. His little peepee was a wide, six
inch rod that stood straight up.
With my thumb and forefinger I poked around the tip of
his foreskin -- it was stretched back a little, because
of his erection, exposing hole of his cockhead. I
pulled the flesh back, rolling over and past that most
sensitive and intimate part of his body, retracting it
all the way. His cock was hot and he moaned to my
slightest touch.
He pushed back my long hair and cupped my breast
gently. "Kiss it," he said, "I want to feel it in your
mouth."
I was shocked but not in a bad way, oh no! In my
wildest dreams I would have never thought that. All the
while I had just planned on jacking him off, maybe
rubbing his dick around my tits.
I went down on him. I sniffed his rod -- oh, that man
smell made me shiver. Starting from his base and ending
at his peehole I kissed his penis. I licked his flesh.
I played with his cockhead with the tip of my tongue.
How he did not shoot his load I did not know.
I knew I was driving him wild but god I was loving it
too. His taste, his texture, I loved it. I loved how
his musky odor stayed on my fingers, I loved how his
dick's skin, wet with my saliva, felt in my hands.
I bobbed his head in and out of my mouth. I did not
know what sensations were overcoming him but whatever
it was it was enough to drive him past that point of no
return. He was cuming and it took me by surprise. A
loud moan was followed by shot after shot of his white
seed. My face was covered with his spunk. It dripped
down to my boobs.
I cleaned myself with one of the sheets. He was
exhausted and had fallen back. I got over his body,
letting his deflated, spent dick rest between the lips
of my cunt. We spent the rest of the night that was,
wrapped in each other's bodies. I kept waking up at all
odd hours, feeling his dick hardening. I did not know
at the time that guys got boners at night while they
slept so I thought he was awake too. The second time it
happened I eased his sweet peepee into my hole as far
as I dared too.
When we awoke at last that morning he was not in me
anymore but he was erect, again. I giggled, feeling it,
fondling it. But that time it was he who was having
ideas. He took me into the bathroom and sat me on the
edge of the sink. I watched in glee as he peed, he even
let me hold it. It was so awesome, the sensation of his
urine passing through his dick. I squeezed lightly and
his stream went down. That was when he started to get
hard.
His dick was about two inches flaccid and after he had
stopped peeing and shaking it dry his foreskin plopped
back down to cover his red, spongy head. I cupped his
balls and rolled the little stones around my fingers. I
pinched the soft, drooping skin of his tip, running my
thumb and forefinger over his covered cockhead.
He started to twitch, just barely noticeable at first
but as I touched him more and more his throbbing became
more pronounced and it was becoming evident that his
dick was getting longer. It was maybe four inches and
once I saw that his head was poking out of his skin I
took my fingers on a gentle ride from the top of his
shaft to the base, up and down and all around in gentle
spirals until his dick widened and at last stiffened.
All the while I was doing that I could hear his
moaning. I would look up and see his chest heaving, his
face contorting in pleasure. He was thrusting his hips
and losing control of his knees bobbing around. He had
his hands around the back of my head, feeling my hair
in his fingers.
What I was doing to his body was so incredible, it was
so exciting that my cunt was drooling, dripping. I
wrapped one fist around his shaft and put my free hand
over my pussy lips. My clit was engorged. He took my
hand away from his cock and thrust his hips downward
toward my hole. He poked his rod into my cunt, I helped
him find my spot and he ran it in and out, rubbing his
head against my clit.
That was the first time a boy had given me an orgasm
and that it was my own brother was so special to me. I
held his ass as he squirted his load between my legs. I
felt his muscles tense and relax with his every shot.
His eruption, like most boys cumings, did not last very
long, but I found it breathless to watch. I love
watching men cum, especially when I know I'm the reason
why he's spilling his load.
For the whole week that we were alone we pretended we
were lovers dating. When the folks came back we had to
act innocent about it. He continued to fuck that way
for a few months until I helped him find a girlfriend -
- anything to keep my mom from snooping into his
business. Even now, years later, we still meet
sometimes just to jack off. He's still the only guy who
knows how to make me cum.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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