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I Love You Tommy
by LivingProof (no address provided)
***
I admit that I have always been attracted to my older
brother, he is tall and strong and I've always
fantasized about being with him... sexually. Finally
one day I decided to see if I could seduce him and
that's what this story is all about. (mf-teens,
youths, 1st, inc)
***
For many years now, pressure to tell everyone this
story has been building up inside me. It is the story
of my first sexual experience, an experience that was
carefully planned and orchestrated by yours truly.
I grew up in a house that was given to my mom and dad
as a sort of nest egg by my maternal grandparents. I
don't remember much about my dad when I was young
because he divorced my mom when I was only three years
old. I would see him from time to time over the next
few years, but eventually he just drifted away. I
think he still paid child support until I was a
teenager, but I never actually asked my mom about
that.
So there was just my mom, who I still called Mama in
those years. And there was my brother, who was two
years older than myself. And there was me, a girl who
had lots of friends in the neighborhood and who always
got nearly straight A's on her report card. This was
the early 1990s, a time when denim skirts were still
popular with tween girls, a time when we painted our
nails in the M&M's-with-peanuts style - green, red,
blue, orange, and yellow. We girls wore simple white
shoes or sandals, did our hair up with raised bangs,
and had collections of rubber-style ankle rings.
There was no Internet and no cell phones for kids,
meaning we still passed notes to each other in school
as a form of communication. We talked and giggled on
the phone in the evenings, had slumber parties, and
played sports in the streets.
When I was about nine, something inside me woke up,
and I realized that all of the boys thought I was very
pretty. There was this gang of us that hung out a lot,
both during the school year and in summer. The gang
consisted of my two best girlfriends, a couple of the
neighborhood boys, and myself. I began to notice that
the boys were staring at me more and more often, and
my friends Lisa and Kelli were always making funny
remarks about how I was attracting attention.
It wasn't just the neighbor boys, however. Whenever I
went shopping with my mom, or when my mom, my brother,
and myself would go somewhere like the zoo, a park, or
the mall, I felt the eyes of grown men examining me.
It didn't make me feel uncomfortable. In fact, I began
to anticipate those subtle stares with a sort of
girlish eagerness.
When I was 11 years old, I went to a summer camp that
was run by an outfit that some of my mom's coworkers
were affiliated with. During that week, one of the
young men who worked as a staff member took up an
interest in me. On the final evening before we headed
home, I actually sat on his lap for a bit while he
kissed my neck and ear, rubbed my back and legs, and
felt around my panties. It was the only time I was
ever molested, but I didn't have nightmares or
anything afterwards. In fact, I felt really mature
about myself because I assumed the affection meant
that I was special to someone.
It was at this time that I began to notice myself -
meaning my body - more than ever before. I was always
a bit short for my age, with a slightly darker-than-
average complexion. My hair was full-yellow, without a
hint of ash or white. It was very long, and when I
stretched out backwards on the bed, my ponytail would
slither down to my butt crack. My legs were what
people called classic-shaped, and my ankles were just
a bit rounder than most girls'. When I sat down, my
kneecaps completely disappeared. My leg hair was
bright blond, almost white, and it was very prominent.
My eyes are dark brown, almost black, and when I was
young my mom used to tell me that I should think about
getting tinted contact lenses someday because my hair
would be better complemented by blue eyes. I always
scoffed at that.
My breasts had always had a roundness to them, even
when I was little. They began to pop out even further
just after my 11th birthday, and by the time I turned
12 they were pretty big. I hated wearing a bra, but I
knew that I should because it would make my tits stand
out instead of sagging. My pubic hair grew a lot
during that year also, and it was as bright-white as
my leg hair. I shaved my legs for the first time
during the summer when I was 12, and began to do that
more and more often until I was 13. From then on, I
shaved about every five days.
When I was 12, I went on a trip down to California
with my best friend Lisa. That was in August. We were
visiting her extended family, and when I returned I
found out that Kelli, my second-best friend, was
moving away. This hurt me deeply, and I think of this
as the time when I began my weepy phase. Not that I
had a bad experience with seventh grade, but for some
reason I was moodier, cried sometimes at night, and
began to drift away from the neighborhood gang, even
from Lisa
***
I had always loved my brother very much, and he was
the most important male in my life. He spent more time
with his own friends than he did with me, but he was
always kind to me and never made fun of my developing
body, my interests, or my friends. I loved it when he
would pat my head in an affectionate manner, when he
kissed my cheek on my 13th birthday, and when we
stayed up late at night to watch TV together.
One morning in March, just a few weeks after I turned
13, I awakened, stared upward, and saw the word SEX
written all over the ceiling. I have since heard about
such instances, where some girls seem to be triggered
in this way, not just gradually over time, but in a
flash of realization. Perhaps some of us have a sudden
chemical change and are “awakened” when flooded with
estrogen for the first time. I'm really not sure. What
I do remember is that on that morning I spent the next
several minutes rubbing my legs under the covers,
tossing my head from one side to the other, and
breathing rather heavily.
After that, I would spend a few moments each morning
touching myself gently. I especially liked stroking my
inner thigh while my hair lay across my face. At
school, I noticed another girl rubbing her white
tights together, and I began to mimic her. I began to
think about which of my necklaces, earrings, and hair
arrangements seemed to draw the most attention. I
smiled at all the girls and guys in the hallways, and
my weepy phase was over.
My friends would talk about sex, and about what it
would be like to have intercourse. I knew that none of
them were serious about doing it themselves, but of
course this type of conversation is part of the
growing up process, a way in which we girls can play
at being a woman. I had long ago gotten used to the
stares from the boys and the men, and although it
still excited me when I caught a male paying close
attention to me, I felt that something was missing.
Eventually I figured out what it was.
It was my brother. Since there was no father in the
home, I guess I suffered from the lack of approval
from a grown man that I knew closely. In my case, the
next best thing was Tommy, and I realized that I was
yearning for him to acknowledge me as a sexually
maturing female.
One evening at dinner, soon after the school year
ended, Tommy announced that he had been invited to go
down to Portland on a visit with his best friend's
family. Never before had I been so jealous. I suddenly
realized that I wanted Tommy to myself, although I
could not figure out exactly why I felt this way. He
left on his trip four days later, and was gone for a
week. I was filled with envy.
The night before he returned, I found myself putting
together a plan. I was determined to find out if Tommy
cared about me as a young woman. Without considering
the consequences, I decided that I would show him an
unusual amount of affection when he got home, and I
would use my body to attract him.
At this point I want to say that I had never actually
used my body for flirting. I had watched women and
other girls twitch their ass at the swimming pool,
change their stride to a sexy swagger when males
approached, and move up close to a man while talking
to him. I had never done anything like that, but now I
could think of nothing else than the attention I
wanted to give Tommy. My body was clearly telling me
how to accomplish this.
When Tommy arrived back at the house the next morning,
I greeted him in my blood-red satin nightgown, the one
I had insisted my mom purchase several months before.
Funny thing is, I had only worn it to bed once. I knew
on this day that I would wear it much more often in
the future.
Tommy patted my head, and I snuggled up next to him.
In a soft whisper, I asked "Did you have a good trip?"
"Yeah, it was fine. Mom at work?" I nodded, making
sure that my smooth cheek rubbed against his chest.
Then I looked straight into his eyes and said, "I
missed you a lot."
Tommy patted my head again, then motioned toward the
hallway. "I got to get this bag unpacked and then take
a shower." I let go of him, watched as he moved down
the darkened hallway, letting out a low sigh.
***
Two nights later, Tommy and I were doing the dishes
together. We stood next to each other at the kitchen
sink, and I couldn't stop my legs from quivering. I
eased closer to him, finally rubbing up next to his
torso. Tommy wasn't all that tall, perhaps 5'9", and
he had an average build. Even so, my petite 5-foot
frame made it very easy for me to place my tit next to
his stomach. I brushed my arm against his waist
several times and whispered a small joke while we
worked on the pots and pans.
I'm not sure, but I believe I felt a jolt of
electricity pass between us. Later that evening, I
caught him staring at me several times, and a thrill
ran from the top of my head to my painted toenails.
The next day, I made sure that Tommy could see me when
I came out of the shower. I had on a small gown and no
panties. Tommy looked at me as I slowly walked to my
bedroom. After I went inside I sat down on the bed,
rubbed my legs together, and listened. I knew he was
right outside my door, which I had left open just a
crack. I could hear him breathing.
The next day was Friday. Tommy and I sat on the couch
together that evening, watching a sitcom rerun. I was
in a pair of shorts and a filmy t-shirt, and I was
barefoot. Several times during the evening, I
playfully hit at him with my arm, and finally he
slapped back. He looked at me with a weird smile.
"What's gotten into you, Tina? You wanting to fight?"
I giggled. "No, but I like hitting you anyway." I
kicked him softly and let my bare foot rest for a
moment on his calf. I started to talk, but my voice
failed, and instead my breath came out in a shudder.
"I just want to do something."
He looked at me, and I will never forget what was
written on his face. It made me uncomfortable,
nervous, and excited all at the same time. I got up
off the couch, headed toward the kitchen, and called
back to him. "You want one of the leftover pieces of
pie?"
Instead of answering me, he rose from the couch and
followed me to the kitchen. "I'll get it," he said as
he moved past me to the far counter. I padded over to
him, and together we took the lid off the glass
container and reached for the two slices of pie that
were nestled together. We brought the two slices to
our lips while we stared at each other for a moment.
My chest was heaving in a way that I had never
experienced. I could not stop myself, and I didn't
want to. I smiled, turned around with my pie in my
right hand, and brushed my tits across his chest. "I'm
going to eat mine in my room."
I walked slowly down the hall and pushed open the door
to my bedroom. In the distance, the muffled sound of
the TV could not drown out Tommy's breathing. I knew
that he would not enter my room tonight, but I also
knew something else. I had seduced him. I had him if I
wanted him.
***
I don't remember much about that night except that I
slept quite well, after the usual tossing, turning,
and fidgeting. The next morning I lay in bed,
wondering what it would be like to have Tommy lying
there next to me. I loved my brother so much, and I
wanted to show him how much I loved him by sleeping
with him. I knew that everything happening was the
result of my sexual awakening, but I never thought of
it as wrong or improper. My body was telling my mind
what to do, and it was also telling my mind to not
worry about the consequences.
It was like the end of a long script that I had
written, a script that I had begun to compose and was
unable to stop. I was now reading over my script, and
I was at the final chapter.
Tommy and I looked at each other several times during
that Saturday, and sat close to each other in the back
seat of the car on the way to the grocery store. After
dinner, I went to my room for a while, sat around on
the bed without actually doing much of anything, and
waited for my mom to go to bed. She did so rather
early on Saturday because she worked the A.M. shift at
the clinic on Sundays.
Suddenly I felt like a little girl who needed an
answer. When I heard my mom go to her room and shut
the door, I waited a moment, then rose from the bed
and crept into the hallway. I made sure that the coast
was clear and that Tommy would not hear me. I went
inside my mom's room, padded over to her bed, and
without asking permission, got under the covers. It
was the first time I had been in bed with my mom in
years.
My mom stretched out her arm to me and asked if I was
all right. I snuggled next to her and nodded. Then I
asked her if it was okay to need my mother like this.
She said of course it was, and for the next few
minutes, all was silent as she stroked my hair. Then
she stopped, turned away, and soon fell asleep. I got
up, returned to my room, and felt as though I had just
done something that was a necessary part of what was
happening.
I knew when Tommy would likely head for his room. It
was still pretty early, about 10:30PM, and I sat on
the bed, stroking my silky, clean-shaven legs, my
breath becoming more ragged all the time. I could feel
my skin becoming ever so slightly damp, and I licked
my lips a lot as I waited for the telltale sound of my
brother coming down the hall. He scuffed his slippers
along the carpet when he walked, and it could be heard
throughout the house.
When I heard the familiar sound of his house shoes, I
rose and began to walk to the bedroom door. I was
shaking as though it were freezing cold inside the
house, and my blood-red nightgown rippled as I made my
way toward the bathroom. I entered and pretended to
work on my eyelashes with my fingers. Tommy came into
the bathroom, nodded at me, and reached for his
toothbrush. Immediately, I grabbed mine, and for the
first time in about five years, my brother and I
brushed out teeth together. It was an incredible
experience.
When we were finished, I did not tell him good night.
Instead I swallowed, waited for my throat to stop
closing, and got up on my tip-toes. I put my face as
close to his as I could and whispered, "Well, I'm
going to my room now... I'm going to get into bed."
I brushed my satin-covered nipples against his chest
as I turned toward the door. Then a shock passed
through my body as I felt his hand on my back. I
stopped, waited, and let Tommy feel my long, beautiful
blond hair for just a moment. Then I walked slowly
away, down the hall and into my room.
I left the door slightly ajar, turned down the covers
and slipped into bed. The light from the street was
faint because the nearest light pole was at the end of
the block. Even so, I could clearly see my entire
outline when I looked down the length of my bed. My
nightgown was plastered to my torso and thighs, and my
calves shone as if they were illuminated from within.
I could not control my hands. They felt along my
waist, went to my panties, and began to remove them. A
moment later, my panties were under the covers and my
entire body lay on top of the sheet and blanket.
I knew what was about to happen. There was no turning
back now. I lay there, my breath becoming more and
more heavy. I watched my breasts rise and fall under
the nightgown. Squirming a little, I undid part of the
back tie and let the gown slip a little, A moment
later, my nipples were fully exposed. I rubbed my legs
together, continued to pant, and waited. I knew that
my cunt was becoming wet. It was the time of mating,
the time of sex.
The door creaked. I turned my head and watched as
Tommy came into the room. He was wearing nothing but
his boxer shorts. I squirmed on the bed, just to let
him know that I had seen him. Without a word, he came
over to the bed, sat down, and bent over me. My right
knee rose up at that point, without asking my brain
for permission. From that moment on, I was not in
control. My body was. My beautiful female body was
excited, and it was letting me know that I was going
to get laid in a few minutes.
Tommy lay down beside me and turned on his side. He
brought his face close to mine and said, very softly,
"Hi."
"Hi," I whispered back.
His hand went to my left leg and began to rub it. I
heard his breath began to quicken, and a moment later
my own breathing became much more rapid. Tommy's hand
explored my panty-less crotch, and within moments, it
began to feel as though the sun was rising between my
legs. I could tell that he was taking off his shorts,
even though my eyes were nearly closed. Then I felt
him spread his legs and move on top of me. The feel of
his skin next to my nightgown was more than I could
bear. I arched up just a bit, and that was all it took
for him to get the message. He slowly pushed my
nightgown over my head and dropped it over the side of
the bed. My long blond hair fell all over my tits.
Tommy lowered himself onto me, and at that point I
realized that I was covered in a sheen of moisture. My
brother began to lick my nipples, one and then the
other. I couldn't stop myself from spreading my legs.
Tommy's legs went inside my own, and the sensation was
indescribable. My body knew what it had been made for,
and it was my body that was writing the final half of
the final chapter of the script. I opened my mouth and
began to whimper once more.
Tommy stopped licking, felt my body with his hands for
a moment, and then moaned. "Ohhhhh Tina..."
I put my arms around his back and pressed his body to
mine. My body wanted to hump upwards and find his cock
with my pussy, but at the same time, my body wanted
him to take charge. I rubbed my hands along his back
as I lay there, feeling more female than I had ever
thought possible.
For just a moment, my head cleared. A thought came to
me. If only Lisa could see me now. And then, the
thought was gone, and I was overcome once more with
that incredible feeling of femaleness. My mouth opened
and I made a sound that I will never forget. I mewed
like a kitten.
This must have driven Tommy over the edge. He made a
humping motion, paused a moment, and then whispered,
"I've got to do... it... now..."
Immediately, I felt my cunt pulsed, and the sun that
was burning inside went nova. I shuddered, trying to
speak, but all I could do was make the mewing sound
again as I lay there, absolutely drowning in
prettiness. My clit was on fire, and my drooling cunt
was beginning to suck open and shut, begging for
intercourse.
Tommy was a virgin, just as I was. Perhaps that is
what made this seem so natural. I wasn't at all
concerned about him becoming scared, or acting as
though he did not know what to do. I certainly knew
what both he and I were capable of.
My brother eased forward, and before I could stop
them, my legs drew themselves up and clamped around
his. Tommy uttered a sound that one makes when
smelling something delicious. I felt his cock against
my pussy, and my breath became even more rapid. Tommy
began to push into me. I knew that my hymen was
partially torn, probably from bike riding or doing
splits, or whatever. Still, I anticipated a bit of
pain. There wasn't any.
Tommy slowly drove his cock the length of my cunt. I
breathed in, blew out, and clamped my legs tighter
around my brother. He started going in and out, his
speed increasing over time. My mouth opened and I let
out a series of tiny whines that were in rhythm to his
pumping. Tommy brought his face close to mine, and I
tried to speak to him.
"T-Tommy... Tommy... Ma... Mama will... Mama will hear
me..." I shuddered.
"Shhhh, Tina. Try to... be quiet."
"I caaaaan't," I mewed. "I can't... I'm a g-girl..." I
kissed his cheek and began to whimper again.
Tommy lost all control. He began to pump harder, and
the feel of his cock inside me made me want to buck
upward. I couldn't believe how slippery I was. My
pussy lips were throbbing, my clit was throbbing, and
my tits were throbbing. Even in the semi-dark, I could
tell that my entire chest was flushed. Tommy's
thrusting was making my entire body move along the
bedsheet, back and forth in a hypnotic rhythm.
I was loving the odor that we were making. Our sweat
was mixing together and it was heavenly. Perhaps this
odor can only happen between sister and brother, I
really don't know.
I squealed again, louder than I should have, but there
was nothing I could do to stop my throat from making
noises. I wanted to dig my fingernails into my
brother's back in an effort to make him hump me even
harder. Tommy groaned loudly, and pushed as deep as he
could go. I felt his balls against my smooth ass, and
I gasped so loudly that I sprayed spittle onto his
shoulder. My brother moaned again and shuddered out
the words, "TINA! Oh, oh it feels good!"
I cried out when he said that, and squealed back to
him. "TOMMY! It feels... feels... so good... it
feels... too... good, too good..."
Then it was back to rapid breathing. My tits were so
swollen and bouncy I could hardly stand it. I felt my
cunt begin to mound. I raised my legs around my
brother's back, cried out softly, and felt an immense
pressure building. Then my cunt began to open wide and
would not close. Tommy made an almost inhuman sound
when he felt my pretty toenails dig into his butt. He
thrust deeply several times and then made another
sound. "Oh, oh, ohhhh!"
At the same time, I felt an explosion between my legs,
and the electricity traveled up to my nipples, my
mouth, and down to my toes. I made a small screeching
noise like when I would try to stop a sneeze. I felt
Tommy's cock become all gooey feeling inside me and I
knew exactly what that meant. I mewed a couple more
times as my orgasm subsided, then my body went limp.
Tommy slowed his pumping, stopped completely, and then
went limp as well. He was still on top of me, but his
weight did not bother me at all.
After a moment, my hands began to shake. I tried to
move them to Tommy's back so I could caress him and
let him know that everything was all right. Tommy
responded by propping himself up on his elbows for a
moment. He looked at me as if to ask if I was hurt or
if I was upset or anything. I brought my hands to his
neck, curled them together, and brought his head
close. Although I was still breathing fast and heavy,
I was just able to whisper, "I love you Tommy."
After about 10 minutes, our sweat was beginning to
dry. I curled next to my brother and whimpered to him
softly. He kissed my hair and kept me in a tight grip.
I have never loved anyone so much as I loved my
brother at that moment. As I lay there, feeling his
semen beginning to drool out of my pussy, I wanted
nothing more than to love my brother forever.
We slept together for several hours, then he got up,
whispered good night to me, and left the room. I know
he was scared that he would oversleep and that we
would be discovered together. My mom was a sound
sleeper, fortunately. I began to realize just how loud
I had been, and could not imagine what would have
happened if she had heard us.
***
Tommy and I talked about it a lot during the next few
days. I could tell that he was a bit sheepish when it
came to discussing our experience, probably realizing
that he had been overcome by natural instinct. Still,
I love to think that he cherished that fuck as much as
I did, and that our first time was with each other.
I'm not going to go into what happened after that. But
in case anyone is wondering, the answer is no, Tommy
did not get me pregnant. Yes, we had sex again, more
than once. Yes, I finished high school and went to
college. Tommy became an architect, a good one.
What I described above happened 20 years ago. Although
I have been with a number of male companions since
that time, never again have I felt the way I did that
night. Oh, there's one other thing you might be
interested to know. That young man who molested me at
summer camp when I was 11 years old is now a vice
president at a major travel/leisure corporation. I
never told on him.
END
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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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