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First Sexual Experience
by Michie (mich_ot@hotmail.com)
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This is a story about following my brother downstairs
one night. (m-solo, mf-teens, 1st, inc, voy)
***
Author Notes: This story involves the graphic
depiction of sexual activities between siblings
(brother and sister) under the age of 18. If you have
any problems with that I suggest that you read no
further.
This is my first attempt at posting an erotic story. I
don't pretend to be a perfect writer in terms of
grammar or spelling. I will try my best but keep those
critics to yourself.
What I am going to post is very private in my life but
I feel that this is a good forum to let it out sort of
speak. So the story that follows is a true story drawn
from my personal experience. It happened many years
ago as of writing this I am 38 years old, married and
have two children.
If you do take the time to write something negative to
me it will be your own time wasted as I will not care.
If you do have some constructive criticism I will be
happy to reply to you. Since this is my first story I
decided to start at the beginning. Enjoy!
***
First Sexual Experience
My name is Michelle, I am 38, married and have two
children who mean the world to me. Most who know me
think I live a pretty typical life and for the most
part they are probably right as I do not know about
the skeletons that might haunt your closet.
My first sexual experience of any kind happened many
years ago when I was 11 years old. To that point I
really didn't even think about boys in a sexual way at
all. There were guys that I found cute but the notion
of sex was pretty much lost on me. Really any notion
of sex that I had seemed like something only married
people took part in; perhaps I was naive. I lived with
both my parents who provided a very loving environment
for me and my older brother to grow up in.
We had it all, so to speak, a big house, a pool in the
backyard, a nice neighborhood and attentive parents.
Attentive when they were around at least as both did
work to support all that we had but they at work when
we were at school so it wasn't like they were
neglecting us in any way.
Greg is my older brother he is almost 4 years older to
the day, so when I was 11 he was 15. Greg had a lot of
friends growing up but I can't say that he was
particularly popular but he certainly wasn't a "loser"
either. We really didn't hang out all that much as he
had his friends and I had mine. He spent most of his
time playing street hockey with his friends or getting
in trouble from my parents for not doing his homework
on time.
I stayed busy with my dance classes as I really
enjoyed them and as a result most of my friends were
in the same classes as me. I think I looked like a
typical kid, I was very skinny, had brown hair that I
often had in a ponytail and brown eyes. If boys looked
at me at all I certainly didn't notice.
One day my brother came home from school with a new
toy sort of speak, it was a cable box that allowed us
to get the pay movies for free. My mom didn't even
notice as she never watched TV but my dad protested at
first. He was a high school principal and the notion
that Greg got this at school sort of set him on edge.
Once Greg showed him how it worked and all the pay per
view channels showed up unscrambled he sort of
lightened his stance to, "don't let your mom find
out." This was actually the first lapse in morality
that I saw from either of my parents. I guess they
drank too, but never to become violent or ill-tempered
so that was never a problem.
I really liked the new cable box. I was able to watch
any new movie any time I wanted to and really it
looked like a normal box so my mom never thought
anything about it. I feel like I'm really dating
myself as I can remember the time before digital
cable! Other than that nothing really changed, I went
to my dance classes twice a week and heard my brother
getting in trouble probably three times a week. It
would really scare me when they would yell at him but
if I went to ask him about it he would just tell me to
screw off or something similar and sometimes less
polite.
Still it didn't seem to change his habits and it
continued like that. For whatever reason it made me
sensitive toward him, like he was being ganged up on
and although he paid almost no attention to me I would
sort of have mini-panics when he came home for the
drama that could be next.
I not sure how I first started to notice, but soon I
was hearing movement at night. It was someone going
very slowly down the stairs, I knew it was my brother
as my parents wouldn't have made any effort to be
quiet. I had no idea what he was doing, if he was
leaving the house, if he was doing something he
shouldn't have, all I knew was that it was a secret.
So I would try to stay up late to hear him go
downstairs each night, mostly I would just fall asleep
but sometimes I was sure that I heard him. That lasted
a few weeks until I figured that I just had to know
what was going on and I decided to follow him. I was
sort of worried that he would hear me but with my
dancing toes I was probably worried about nothing.
Each night that I had decided that I would follow him
I would chicken out. I would have these long almost
conversations with myself about whether or not I
should do it. I would get all the bravado to get to my
door and then run and jump into my bed and talk myself
to sleep almost too nervous to think. All this and I
really had no idea what was going on. After enough
test runs and quiet steps I made it half way down the
stairs and then I felt like this was it and there was
no turning back. It probably took 20 minutes to get to
the bottom of the stairs and since the house was a
back-split I still had half a staircase to go!
I did see any lights. The house seemed completely dark
and he wasn't in the main living room. I was so
nervous that I wasn't even thinking, I had crazy
thoughts like what if he jumps out at me? I knew that
he had to be somewhere I had heard him do this
probably twenty times now. There was still the
basement too.
The basement was our primary TV room, we had a TV in
the main living room, but the one in the basement got
the most use. It was also the TV that had the cable
box attached to it. Our basement was split into four
parts: there was the laundry room, my dad's work room,
a living room and a room that connected the three. The
living room had a door that we never shut except it
was shut this time. The light coming under the door
left with an eerie feeling, a feeling like my stomach
was about to jump through my throat. Not really
thinking clearly I decided to make the jump and open
the door.
I gave the door a little push and it must have sent my
brother 10 feet into the year. He was sitting on the
sofa, fully clothed, watching what appeared to be a
dirty movie. Well it didn't just appear to be it was a
full porno. I think he thought it was our parents and
he looked positively frightened which in turn made me
yelp. I think he gathered his wits pretty quickly when
he saw that it was me and then it was time for damage
control. "BE QUIET!" he said in the loudest more
urgent whisper that I have ever heard. I think I was
in a state of shock as I didn't say anything I just
stood frozen in my socks.
I think the first thing I said, after what seemed like
an eternity, in my most bratty way, "You're going to
be in trouble."
"No I won't, because you're not going to tell anyone,"
he whispered back with no loss of urgency.
What was happening on the screen wasn't lost on me. I
had never seen an erect penis before, never in books,
never in movies and obviously never in real life. It
had got my attention and the shock couldn't have been
more. The thing looked absolutely huge, like it
shouldn't have belonged to any man. There was a girl
and she had it in her mouth. I simply couldn't believe
what I was seeing.
"Now go away Michelle," were the words that broke my
trance.
Still in full brat mode, "You're not allowed to watch
this" was my only response.
I'm not sure why, in retrospect it may have been to
keep me from telling but Greg told me that I could
watch too if I just kept my mouth shut. With that, I
took a seat on the floor and started watching. I
really don't remember what the movie was even about,
it was something I'm sure I didn't understand. What I
do remember quite well is that I saw sex for the first
time. It wasn't that graphic but it certainly wasn't
late night cable either this was a real porno. I spent
a lot of the viewing with my eyes covered as if it
made it so nobody could see me. The girls had such big
boobs and that really did make me intimidated as I did
have any boob to speak of at that time.
When the movie was over my brother told me to go
upstairs first and that I had to be super quiet and
then he would come up later. If I got caught I was
supposed to say that I was going for a drink of water.
Nobody caught me and I made it to my bed, I was
actually trembling from what just happened. The next
morning was as if nothing had happened, my brother
didn't even give me a nod of acknowledgement. I really
thought that I was in on this big secret but there
wasn't even a hint that things were different. The
next few nights I listened again but didn't hear
anything and eventually went to sleep.
That went on for over a week and I didn't know what to
think. I figured that Greg was made at me and that in
some way that I was against him too. Until one night I
heard movement again, I didn't think about it too
much, I put on my socks and got ready to sneak
downstairs once again. The truth is, that I wanted to
see the movies but I didn't have the guts to just go
down by myself. Greg offered me some form of
protection and as bad as it is to say I figured that
if we got caught he would be the only one in trouble.
Getting caught scared me to no end.
I made it downstairs again and while he was annoyed at
my presence he didn't tell me to leave. I didn't go
down every time I heard him, as he went much more
often than I did, but every now and then I would join
him. It didn't take me so long to get down after a
while as I noticed that my sneaking skills were likely
cat burglar worthy. I don't think I ever made a noise
and I went down quite a few times but never by myself.
Once there was some familiarity he actually seemed to
like me being there, it seemed like a way that we were
connecting. I don't think we had ever connected before
but it's strange how being partners in crime can
create a bond.
***
This went on for about a year. My twelve birthday came
and went and I was certainly becoming more aware of
myself. That is I was really ashamed of my body. I
think one can only look at so many surgically enhanced
boobs without feeling the least bit inadequate. My
boobs were not growing really at all. I was still very
skinny but my hips were widening, but I was probably
the only one that really noticed that; at least that
is how I felt. There were boys in my class who had
crushes on me but really nothing that could be
considered a boyfriend in even the loosest application
of the word.
At this time I started feeling like there was two
me's. There was the me who went to dance class, got
good grades, was ignored by her brother and generally
lived a normal life. Then there was the me that only
my brother knew about, the me that watched dirty
movies. I guess this is the feeling you start having
when secrets become a part of your life. My brother
was also pulling me deeper as he was now getting tapes
from his friends. These tapes were soooooo graphic. I
started to see the penis enter the woman, close ups
and all. I was likely already getting desensitized so
it didn't scare me off. If anything it pulled me
deeper into that world; his world.
That is the other thing, this really wasn't my world,
I was more of an intruder who had become welcome.
Still it wasn't a straightforward thing, we never ever
talked about it and there were time that I certainly
felt like a second wheel on a unicycle. I never really
gave my brother too much thought past that what we
somehow together in this, I never considered that his
penis was likely erect while this was going on. He
never moved all that much once the movie as on but
really I didn't give it all that much thought.
It wasn't long until the next progression happened. I
was in my typical place on the floor, for some reason
I knew that the couch was his and I never invaded his
personal space. We were watching a tape and I heard
him whisper to me, we always whispered, "Michelle,
don't look back here."
That was all he said, and of course I looked back. He
had a blanket on his lap and he was masturbating. I
had no illusions at this point about what he was
doing. He didn't really seem to care that I looked and
he kept doing it. I looked straight ahead at the TV
and didn't say anything thing. In the short time that
I looked I could tell from the look on his face that
this wasn't something I should disturb. From that
point on he would always masturbate when we watched
the movies, I imagine that it was something that he
picked up when I wasn't there but it was part of
watching the movies now.
I didn't really mind that he did that. I didn't think
about it that much. Sometimes I would look back and
see the blanket going up and down in rhythm with the
sex on the screen. Sometimes he would gasp sometimes
he wouldn't make any noise but the action would come
to an end and usually a rag of some kind when come
from under the blanket. I'm not sure what changed his
mind but soon he wasn't covering up and he was asking
me if I was looking.
I had my shy eyes looking over at him and he was
clearly liking that. It was the first penis that I had
ever seen not on a television screen. He wasn't as big
as the actors but it seemed enormous to me. He
finished this time saying, "you like that Michelle,
you like that?"
There was semen everywhere and he was also different.
I think he was ashamed of what happened and told me to
go away. I felt hurt but I also wasn't in the position
to argue and I made myself scarce. That didn't change
things the next week we were watching movies and he
was masturbating again.
This time he was asking me, "Michelle, let me see your
pussy."
He seemed to strain when he said pussy and my heart
went into my stomach. I didn't have the best self-
image and didn't really want to show him any part of
me. I was sitting cross legged on the floor still
watching him and he was still asking, "Michelle,
please!, I need to see your pussy."
I told him that he wouldn't like it and all sorts of
excuses but his mind was of the one track variety at
this point. He just kept saying, "Michelle, let me see
you pussy."
Finally I relented and told him, "ok."
I stood up for perhaps the most inelegant strip show
of all time. I tripped over my PJ's as I was stepping
out of them and ended up on the floor. I stood up and
very nervously said, "there."
He wasn't even listening, he was cumming and grunting
while doing it. I guess he liked what he saw, it was
like there was no movie playing at all, just the two
of us. I was standing with my bottoms still around my
ankles where they tripped me up and my shirt that came
to about my waist. I felt very grown up and for the
first time I felt sexy. He had covered himself with
cum and was now apologizing profusely.
I think we both felt ashamed but this was now the
routine. I would get naked and he would masturbate and
look at me. He would almost always apologize to me
when it was done. This went on until past my
thirteenth birthday with him starting to cum on me
sometimes. One time I was naked, something I was
becoming more comfortable with, and he was
masturbating when he had his next request.
"Michelle, I need you to suck my dick." I probably
shouldn't have been surprised but that was something I
had never done.
This was also my brother who was 16, soon to be 17. He
was asking his little sister to suck his dick. I
really didn't resist that much, I was curious too
after seeing it done hundred time. I was completely
naked and I came over and put his dick in my mouth. He
was pretty gentle with me, he hold the back of my head
and my forehead but never pushed my head down. It
didn't take that long for him to start cumming and he
took my mouth off to do that and he came all over my
face and even in my hair. As soon as he was done he
rushed to get the towel and started wiping me off. He
was still apologetic for his actions.
It was probably the moment I found my way to a man's
heart too as in between apologies he was telling me
how much he loved me. As much as this was my first
time giving head this was his first time receiving
too. Greg wiped as much as he could off but my eyes
really stung. We kissed for the first time and made
out for a bit. He felt my pussy up but never stuck
anything into me. I only sucked his dick a couple more
times and then I stopped going downstairs.
I had a really bad feeling that I let things get out
of hand. Just like that it was over. We never spoke
about it again but something had changed in our
relationship. He didn't treat me like such a kid
anymore and was now pretty protective over me. He
never said so but I don't think he wanted me sucking
anyone else's dick either... or worse.
Around that time I started masturbating myself but I
really wasn't interested in porno movies and I am not
to this day. In the end I was probably more interested
in being in his world but when I finally entered
completely I knew that it was time to leave. I think
he understood this too.
Mich
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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