This deals with a sexual relationship between a and
sister. It is a work of fiction. If explicit sex offends you, or you
are not yet 18 years of age, delete this file.
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*** A BROTHER'S LOVE ***
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by: Stephen Peters
(with special thanks to Emerson)
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"Jamie, come on, wake up!" David's voice was soft and warm
in her ear.
"Mmmmmm..." Slowly Jamie drifted into awareness; her brother's
strong arm around her waist as he gently nuzzled the back of her
neck.
"Wanna do it?" he asked. "I mean, you been runnin' around all
evening in nothing but those stupid leotards and I'm....kinda all
worked up, ya know?"
"Tough shit," Jamie mumbled, pulling the stiff hotel sheets
back over her shoulder "use your hand."
Silence -- for the moment.
"Bet you want it just as bad as I do" David whispered
again, voice soft and persistent.
"Yea, and how do you know?" Jamie asked. The question
conveyed both irritation and curiosity.
"'Cause" David replied, utterly sure of himself.
Jamie sighed.
Sometimes her acted as if he could read her mind, as if he
possessed some magic that allowed him to look right through whatever she
said or did into her deep, personal core. It could be kind of scary
sometime, other times (like right at that moment) it was
almost...comforting. And the fact was, now that David had her awake --
and especially after the shit they had both gone through that day --
Jamie wanted some lovin'. Yes, she mused, one of her brother's long,
gentle fuckings was just the way to put things right again. Still, she
didn't want to appear *too* eager.
"Well...maybe" Jamie said. "What about you-know-who?" She
nodded her head in the direction of the folding bed in the corner.
A girl, the of their father's latest girlfriend, lay
curled up in it, sleeping soundly.
"I'll be really quiet." David whispered. Almost immediately
his hand began to trail down her stomach.
"Uh-uh." Jamie rolled over onto her back. Taking her brother's
hand in hers she carefully placed it over the firm mound of her
developing breast. "Start here..." she sighed.
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Comfort is where one finds it and the fact that Jamie found hers
in the arms of her didn't bother her very much anymore. After
all, in the three long years since their dad had been laid off and had left there had been precious little in the way of comfort (or
stability) and Jamie was not about to deny herself what little she did
have. David was the one constant in her life and, while she did
sometimes wonder what forces had turned her into her lover, she
didn't question them. If pushed, she would have guessed it was simply
blind luck, or perhaps fate. Fate -- and the deeply troubled who
was her father...
Jamie had just turned sixteen when her Dad lost his job. All
through the halcyon days of the space program he had been a successful
engineer at a large aerospace company, but with the downsizing of NASA
(and all its supplier companies) he had became expendable. He took it
well at first, remaining his self as he looked for a new job that
paid as well as his one, but his search was fruitless. One month
went by, then two, then six. As the money ran out and his hope turned
to desperation Jamie's changed. He became surly, angry, and his
occasional one-to-many beers after dinner became not so occasional. He
was no longer a happy, comforting and (as both David and Jamie were
slowly beginning to realize) what little remained of his marriage was
becoming unglued -- the solvent being booze and self-pity. His world
fell down around him and, the day his left, he came to Jamie's room
and woke her up.
Jamie never lost the memory of that night: how she came awake as he
sat on the edge of her bed next to her, his hands on his lap, an odd
expression of grief on his face.
"What's the matter, Daddy?" she whispered in a voice of sleepy
confusion. Her didn't say anything but Jamie could see his large
frame quaking and feel the vibrations on the bed beneath her as he began
to silently cry.
What was a little to do or say when the who's presence
anchored her world was crying and helpless?
Jamie sat up and put her small arm around his large shoulders, her
baby-doll nightie (the one he had bought her with the last of his
unemployment money) riding up her stomach as she reached to him.
"Don't cry, Daddy," she said, hugging him as he wrapped a large arm
around her small, girlish frame and hugged back.
"I'm sorry, honey," she heard his voice croak wetly in the
semi-darkness. "It's just that..."
"What?"
"Your has gone, Jamie," he sniffed. "She didn't leave a
note or anything but she's gone and I know we'll never see her again."
"Gone?" Jamie was becoming fully awake now as she tried to think
and hold her in her bed.
"You're the woman of the house now," he told her. "You have to
take care of me and your brother."
"Oh daddy, I...I..." she stammered as her turned towards
her. Draping his other arm across her back he pulled Jamie's face tight
against the hardness of his chest. Any lingering sleepiness was driven
away; both by the news her had brought as well as the strong,
sweet/sour, yeasty odor of stale beer and sweat. "Oh God," Jamie
thought "he's drunk again."
"It'll be okay sweetie...daddy 'll make it right." Her cooed into her ear, rocking her back and forth, and with sudden,
complete, shock Jamie realized he was rubbing her nipples back and
forth against his chest. "Please..." she whispered, pushing her hands
against his arms as she tried to escape his smothering embrace. Large
hands roamed up and down her back, open palms smearing the cool smooth
material of her nightie over her warm skin, and as she raised her face
to protest he leaned forward and planted a sloppy, wet kiss straight on
her mouth.
"DAD!" she tried to yell, but it was muffled by her fathers lips
pressing tightly against hers. She jerked her head sideways, leaving a
trail of her fathers liquor laden spit across her cheek, then pushed as
hard as she could against his chest. "Oh baby...my baby" he mumbled,
totally unaffected by Jamie's struggles. Jamie realized in horror that
her was leaning forward again, using his body to press her hard
into the mattress. "No..." she pleaded, on the edge of panic.
"Dad?" came the voice from the doorway.
David stood perfectly still, his small frame a shadow outlined by
the hall light. Jamie's dad immediately froze, his breathing hard and
heavy then, almost imperceptibly, he loosened his tight grip on her
young body.
"Is everything OK with Jamie?" David asked.
Slowly, supporting her head and back with his big arms, Jamie's
father lay her down on the bed, as if he was putting a sleeping baby
into a crib.
"She's OK, just took it a bit hard," he said, calmly, then scooting
his arms out from under his daughter's back slowly straightened his body
and stood. "It'll be hard for all of us," he mumbled, seemingly to
himself, then turned and without another word walked out of her bedroom.
"Oh Jamie, what are we gonna do?" David asked, totally unaware of
what had been going on.
Jamie burst into tears.
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That night David -- at Jamie's tearful, pleading insistence--
dragged the pillow from his own bed, plopped it beside his sister's, and
in his clumsy, big way, held her as she cried herself to sleep.
The next night as well, and by the end of the week (although Jamie had
stopped crying herself to sleep) he did it without even being asked.
With their mother's leaving their dad had fallen completely apart,
spending his evenings in a drunken sprawl on the couch, and as their
once secure disintegrated Jamie and David did what they could to
cope. Laying in the darkness of her bedroom, holding one another, they
talked and whispered; about their mostly, but also about
themselves and how they could keep the going. It was purely
asexual, and it might have remained as such -- except for the simple,
biological fact that teenage wake in the morning with hard-ons.
Something nudged Jamie from her sleep the morning it happened.
She didn't know what it was so she just lay there and took stock of what
had disturbed her. She was laying on her back uncovered, the blanket
having fallen to the floor during the hot evening, wearing just a pair
of baggy, white shorts and an old, torn T-shirt.
It was quiet and still, in the bed for a time, and Jamie was
just about to fall back asleep when she felt it again.
A steady jiggling in the bed.
It wasn't a lot of movement, just a slight perception of the bed
undulating. She had no idea what it was, but it was becoming clear to
her that the jiggling movements were coming from her brother's body as
he lay next to her, with his side and hip just barely touching hers.
Curiosity finally got the best of Jamie and she opened her eyes,
just a slit, then tilted her head so slightly and so slowly that David
would not detect that she was awake. She could see down the length
of his body as he lay next to her.
Jamie almost gasped at the sight but checked herself. Her lay on his back, wearing a white T-shirt and nothing else. His
underpants were down at his ankles and David was doing the oddest thing
Jamie had ever seen anyone do in her life. He was holding his fleshy
dick in his hand and he was quickly rubbing the hand opposite Jamie up
and down the rigid shaft.
Jamie didn't know what to do. She didn't know what she WANTED to
do. At once she was repulsed by the sight but oddly, at the same time,
the sight of what her was doing made her curious and excited.
She watched through the slits of her eyelids, wondering just what
David was doing. Wondering WHY he was doing it. Wondering how it felt
to him. Oddly, as she watched, she became excited in a strange new sort
of way. She could feel a stirring between her own legs and it seemed to
be caused by what she could see her doing between his.
David's movements quickened on the bed next to his sister.
Jamie thought she could hear him make a sound. An odd, excited,
moaning sort of a sound. She wanted to lift her head and open her eyes
so that she could better see what he was doing.
Then she felt something.
David had taken the hand closest to Jamie and suddenly placed it
lightly over the mound of her pussy, between her slightly parted thighs.
Jamie could not contain her gasp of shock and surprise, but David
seemed not to notice. He continued his rapid cock stroking, skinning
the loose foreskin across the large, purplish head of his dick even as
he tightened his grip on his sister's mound. Jamie scrambled to
her elbows, abandoning all pretense of sleep.
"Wha -- wha --" Jamie tried to form the words, but just then
her brother's cock erupted.
"AAHHhhhhhhhh" David gasped as the first wad of arched over his
bare stomach to impact high on his chest. The second went even farther,
a drop of it splattering on his chin, then he loosed a long, steady
stream of jizm, covering his T-shirt and stomach with ropes of
pearly white. "Oh...God...yea..." he moaned, hips undulating, lost
in orgasmic pleasure. Jamie was totally speechless, staring in wonder
at the sight of her brother's spurting penis. Gradually the streams
of teenaged sperm slowed to a stop. David gave his cock a few last
strokes then raised his arm and draped it over his face, covering his
eyes.
"Ohhhh..." he said, exhaling with a long, quiet sigh "I
needed that."
Jamie finally understood what her was doing -- `jacking
off' is what her girlfriends called it -- and now that she had seen the
act she didn't quite know what to make of it. She was amazed that David
would do something so personal, so intimate in front of her. She was
also amazed (and a bit frightened) at how hard her had come; the
male orgasm seemed so...*powerful*. Could I come that hard, Jamie
wondered? And with that thought came the realization that watching her
brother had gotten her really, truly aroused. Oh, she knew
about the pleasant, tingly sensation she got when she touched herself
between the legs -- but that was NOTHING compared to what she was
feeling now; hot and flushed, butterflies in the pit of her stomach, and
a sharp, sweet ache where her brother's fingers lay curled around her
denim covered pussy.
"Oh man," Jamie whispered "are you...all right?"
David slowly uncovered his eyes and grinned. It seems so natural
to him, Jamie thought. Does he jack off in front of all the time?
"Yea, I'm all right!" David answered enthusiastically. Then, seeing
the look of confusion and uncertainty on his sister's face, added
softly, almost apologetically "Oh, uh -- I'm sorry sis. I didn't mean
to wake you, but sometimes I get hard in the morning and I just
gotta....you know, take care of myself." He tilted his head, looking at
his with curiosity "I mean, you do it to, don't you?" he asked.
"Well, uh....yea, sometimes. Like in the shower."
"Feels good afterwards, doesn't it?"
Jamie nodded, returning her brother's good natured grin in spite of
herself. God, he really WAS comfortable discussing this.
"Uh, Davie....." Jamie asked, voice soft and hesitant.
"Yeah?"
"Why are you touching me?"
David glanced down the length of his sister's body. His hand was
still resting comfortable on Jamie's sex mound, the fingers trailing
into the area between her thighs, and Jamie had the distinct impression
that David had put his hand there without even really thinking about it.
For a long time he was silent.
"Uh, well..." he finally answered "I guess I thought
that....uh, you know, you'd want to get off too."
More silence. Slowly, tentatively, Jamie pushed her crotch
towards her brother's enveloping hand.
"Jamie, I'm a mess. Let me take a showe --"
"No." Jamie was scared, excited and very, very determined to
experience what her had.
"Do me!" she hissed.
David turned to Jamie and raised his body, supporting himself on
one arm as he lay on his side. He smiled into her eager, curious
expression for a moment and then looked down her warm, budding body to
where his hand cupped his sister's mound.
Jamie felt a thrill as he squeezed her there, the pressure and
electric feeling causing her to open her legs a little for him.
"Ohhh," the sound whistled out between her lips.
"Jamie, I..." he hesitated, a look of odd embarrassment on
his face.
"What?"
David looked down at the strip of mattress between them. "I
don't really know how to get a off" he admitted.
Jamie sighed in excited exasperation.
"You don't know how?"
"Well," he started, "I never really...touched a girl...down
there before."
"Well you were touching ME."
"Yeah, I know" he replied sheepishly.
Jamie sat up and looked into her brother's face for a moment and
then with both hands reached down and grasped the waistband of her
shorts. Lifting her ass from the mattress she pulled her pants down and
off of her. David saw the alluring, newly grown, tuft of dark pubic
hair at his sister's crotch as she pulled her white pants down over her
rounded hips and then worked them off her legs and lay back.
Jamie looked up into his astonished expression for a moment
and then said, "Well?"
"Well, what?"
"Do me. Do me like you did yourself."
"How? There's nothing to jack on" he said as he looked down
at the fuzzy mound of his sister's naked pussy.
Jamie snorted impatiently. "Look" she said, laying back and
placing her middle finger gently down into the cleft between her
pussy lips.
David watched as the tip of her finger sank down between the
soft-looking, down covered pillows of her sex.
"You just do this," she explained as her watched her
begin to gently move the tip of her finger around between the soft
pillows of in a slow, circular motion, as if she were rubbing
some special spot in there.
David watched her diddle herself for a few moments, seeing the
muscles of her legs tense as her finger worked in the crack of her
sex, the same way his leg muscles tensed when he jacked on his
cock. He looked up at her pretty face and saw that her eyes were
closed and she had an odd look of concentration on her features.
"How does that feel?" he whispered to her.
"Good," she dreamily answered and then opened her eyes "but
it would feel better having another person do it to me."
Jamie stopped her masturbating and reached over and took her
brother's hand, pulling it down to the soft hair between her open
legs.
"You do it," she instructed.
David gently worked his middle finger into the tight space
between his sister's soft lips. He was surprised that it was
so wet and slick between the dainty mounds as he felt his finger
slide easily around.
Jamie gasped and closed her eyes as David's finger made
contact with the hard little knot, just down inside her slit, and
he watched her legs tense again and her toes curl. He knew that
he had found her sensation spot. It must be the same thing as that
receptive, sexually ticklish place he had just under the head of
his penis.
"Yes!" he heard her whisper and saw the muscles of her flat stomach
tighten. "That's it. Rub me there, David. Gently though."
David began to swirl his slickened fingertip around on that
soft knot of flesh, watching his work her back up to
meet his finger and hearing the breath whoosh from her lips and
nose as he did it. He could hear a nasty, slick, wet sound, coming
from her as he worked his finger in it. "Ohhhh, yes!" she
whispered loudly.
In spite of her excitement, David pulled his finger from his
sister's warm, furry crotch and looked at it. It was moist with
clear, sexual fluid. He put it to his nose and sniffed it
excitedly. It smelled like a spicy mixture of and feminine
sweat but there was something else about the heady odor of his
sister's most intimate area. Something about the enticing
fragrance of girlish that made his spent cock go suddenly
strong and rigid as a pipe again.
"What are you doing?" Jamie asked, looking up at him,
faced, her voice a mixture of both impatience and embarrassment.
"I wanna see it" David answered as he hastily scrambled to his
knees. Leaning low over Jamie's stomach he planted an awkward kiss just
above her pubic fuzz (once again catching the enticing aroma of his
sister's sexual scent) then, reversing himself on the narrow bed,
pressed his feet against the far wall. David wrapped one strong arm
around his sister's leg, holding it still as he lay his head gently on
the exposed thigh, then with trembling fingers reached over and spread
the lips of his sister's pubescent pussy.
David was transfixed, gazing in awe at the moist, pink flesh of
Jamie's cunny. Her clit was clearly exposed; the small bud poking out
from it's fleshy hood. Further down David could make out his sister's
cuntal opening, then the skirt of flesh that widened into her ass
cheeks, then finally, almost lost in the shadow, the dark rosebud of
her anus.
"David!" Jamie moaned impatiently.
"Oh...uh, yeah." David suddenly remembered what he was supposed to
be doing. He hunched over a bit more, bringing his face within inches
of his sister's sex, then hurriedly placed his middle finger between her
parted lips and resumed stroking. "Mmmmmmmm...doitdoitdoit" Jamie
groaned, her thighs muscles tightening against his cheek as she rotated
her hips. The spicy sex-scent of Jamie's was deep in his
nostrils, and as his finger tip circled her clit he opened his mouth,
exhaling onto her ultra-sensitive flesh.
"Oh Davie, I'm almost there..." Jamie whined.
David could no longer control himself; pulling his finger from her
furrow he wrapped both hands firmly around Jamie's ass cheeks and
dragged her to his waiting, hungry mouth.
"DAAAVVVVIIIIIDDDDDDDD!!!!"
Jamie screamed in ecstasy, clutching her brother's thighs as she
came. The orgasm was overwhelming -- it was as if her insides were
being slowly shattered. David kept his mouth glued to Jamie's
frantically bucking crotch, her lips, flicking his tongue
rapidly against her clit, prolonging as best he could his sister's sweet
agony. His mouth was filled with Jamie's tangy secretions but David
didn't care; in his passion he was willing to drink his dry,
slurp up every last drop of her juices. He pushed his tongue-tip hard
against her vaginal entrance, wanting desperately to enter the core of
his sister's sex. The opening was clamped shut however, and as Jamie
uttered her last feeble gasps of pleasure David gave up. Slowly,
reluctantly, he released his grip on his sisters ass then allowed his
head to fall backwards onto the bed.
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For a long while both kids lay still, panting heavily, not saying a
word. It was only sound of their father, flushing the in the
bathroom, that caused them to jump from the bed and pull up their
underwear. Wordlessly, they went about the morning routine of getting
dressed for the day.
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That evening, Jamie went to bed early. She didn't wear her usual
shorts and T-shirt. She put on her lacy, black and a short,
sexy, camisole top that used to be her mothers. Looking in the
mirror, Jamie could plainly see the evident curves of her budding body.
The slight space between the lacy top and her bikini revealed
the roundness of her hips and the narrowness of her waist where she had
looked so boyish before. She also noticed that her almost (but not
quite) filled the sexy bra she wore. Heartened by the sight of her body,
Jamie spent even more time in front of the mirror, brushing her hair and
pinching her cheeks to give them a blush. She then scampered into
bed and lay waiting for David, her heart beating fast and a strange
yearning in her that she had never experienced before.
An hour went by, as she lay in the dark, but David didn't come.
When she had gone up to bed her and David were watching a on TV. She was sure that she had let her know she was going to
bed.
Where was he? Wasn't she obvious enough?
Jamie suddenly felt an odd ache in her chest.
She got up from her bed and walked, in the darkness, to David's
room. She could tell from the silence that everyone had gone to bed.
Why had David rejected her? she wondered as she reached for the
doorknob to his room. She could feel the wet trickle of a tear as
it dripped down her left cheek.
Jamie slowly opened the door to her brother's room.
The dim light from the window lit the figure of her as he
lay in his bed, on his back, with his underpants off and his legs apart.
She could hear him pant and see the blur of his hand as he jacked
urgently on his large, hard cock. For a long while Jamie stood
there, wide eyed and silent, watching her masturbate.
"David?" she whispered, trying desperately to keep the ache
out of her voice. Jamie had never, ever felt so utterly worthless
-- or alone.
For a second David froze, then he became a flurry of
motion as he grabbed the bedsheet and frantically yanked it over
his exposed crotch. "Hey! Ever hear of knock--" he yelled, but
then he suddenly realized that the negligee clad figure standing
in the doorway was his sister. "Huh?" he voiced in confusion, and
then for the longest time David just stared; bedsheet in one hand,
cock in the other, his eyes glued to his sisters ripe, body.
"Oh, Jamie..." he whispered in awe "you're gorgeous."
Never in all her life had Jamie heard such sweet words. She
wanted to yell, jump up and down, scream at the top of her lungs.
HE STILL WANTS ME!!!. The rush of emotion was so intense her legs
started buckling; she grabbed the doorjamb for support.
"Why...why didn't you come!?" Jamie's cried at last, her
voice echoing both joy and puzzlement.
David propped himself up onto his elbows. "Jamie I...I..." he
stopped, then shook his head. "C'mere" he growled.
Jamie stumbled to the side of the bed then dropped to her
knees. David rolled onto his side and Jamie, having laid her head
on the mattress found herself staring straight into her brothers
big, dark eyes.
"Jamie," David's voice was soft, almost pleading "look. We
can't be doing this -- it's not right. I mean...you're my *sister* for
cryin' out loud. I'll get us both in trouble or--"
"Why?" Jamie interrupted.
"Huh?"
"Why ain't it right?" Jamie asked, voice soft and defiant.
David started at his in disbelief. "Dammit Jamie!" he
exploded "I supposed take care of you and protect you not--."
"But I liked it" she interrupted again. Then, softly: "and
you did too, didn't you?"
Silence.
"Ahhhhh Jamie!" David groaned, putting his hands over his
face.
A part of Jamie wanted to make her pay for not coming to
her bed, but even as she wished that she realized that David was feeling
just as miserable as she had earlier -- maybe even more so. Jamie knew,
without question, that he wanted to fuck her. Well...maybe not fuck,
but he certainly wanted a repeat of that morning; but instead of jumping
her bones David was trying to talk himself (and her) out of it! He was
trying to do what he thought was right, trying to be the best he
could be -- and it only made Jamie want him even more. Slowly Jamie got
to her feet, standing over her as he lay curled in the bed.
"I turn you on, right?" she asked.
Slowly, hesitantly David dropped the hand covering his face
and looked up at his sister. "Uh, well I....uh.........yes" he
finally admitted. "I mean, ever since you got your ti-- I mean
your breasts."
"That's okay. So you like my boobs, huh?" Jamie smiled.
Seductively.
David shook his head.
With deliberate slowness Jamie pealed the camisole top over her
head, dropped it on the bed, then reached one hand behind her back.
David heard a muffled 'snap', then watched open-mouthed as the loose
fitting bra fell away from his sister's chest. Jamie shook her
shoulders, allowing the straps to fall down her arms. Grabbing the
flimsy material she casually tossed the bra aside, then with open palms
Jamie cupped her firm, luscious, teenage tits; one in each hand.
"There all yours" she said quietly.
David pushed his face to his sister's chest, feeling the soft,
fleshy mounds against his cheek as he kissed her chest and then her
hard left and then right nipple.
"Ohhh," Jamie gasped as she gripped his shoulders.
As her suckled her tits, Jamie felt his hand push down
into her and down to her pussy.
She didn't hesitate to open her legs a little and give him
room to explore her most private area as she thrilled to the sexual
effects of his mouth on her nipples.
David seemed to be overtaken by a lustful frenzy as he
his little sister's sweet and pushed his finger deep into her
dripping snatch, feeling her soft hair against his knuckles.
He wrapped his free arm around her soft, thin waistline and
hauled her onto the bed so that she was laying in front of him with
her crotch in front of his face.
Removing his finger, and smelling the sharp spiciness of her female
fragrance, David pulled her silken down her legs and pushed his
face between her thighs, thrilling to her sexual scent as he meshed his
mouth against her soft and thrust his tongue between her mons to
taste her sweet, syrupy juices.
Jamie gasped loudly again as her took her sexually with his
mouth and tongue. It was the most thrilling sensation she had ever
experienced; her brothers face between her thighs and that hot tongue
lapping at her clitoris. She wanted to think about how dirty it was...
the thing that David was doing to her. But the immense, sexual urge in
her was too great and she pushed her upper body to his, feeling his
warm, lower belly on her and the tickle of his pubic hair on her
cheek.
Opening her eyes, Jamie could see her brothers erect cock and
hairy balls right in front of her face while, all the while, she
felt the thrills that his mouth was generating in her throbbing
pussy.
Dreamily, Jamie began to kiss her brothers hard, warm shaft; she
heard his gasp (and felt it at her crotch) as she kissed the sensation
charged head of his penis.
Propelled by her lust, Jamie licked the head of David's cock and
felt it lurch against her lips as she did so. Then, without thinking
about anything except the sensations of David licking her pussy, Jamie
opened her mouth and took David's cock between her lips and began to
suck.
"Awwww!" David squealed into his sister's wet as he felt
the warmth of her mouth engulf his rod. He began to lick and suck
her with a fury even as he felt her return the sexual favors with her
lips and tongue.
As the tempo of their sexual activity increased, Jamie sensed
David's penis releasing a sweet, slippery fluid into her mouth. She
delighted in its taste as she licked and him more urgently and
wrapped her arms around his buttocks to hold him to her. She could feel
herself at the edge of climax and she felt she had to hold onto him to
keep from losing herself in the feeling.
As his tongue motions took her to the brink and just before he made
her body tumble into the abyss of total pleasure, Jamie felt her stiffen against her and hold her tightly as his penis began to
forcefully a thick, bitter tasting, milky liquid into her mouth.
Jamie didn't care because, just after the first spurt, she
began to climax herself.
It was the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced and she was
propelled through it by her brother's licking tongue and the tempo of
the throbs of his rigid cock as it shot streams of sperm into her
sucking mouth. Jamie, in the throws of her climax, swallowed each greedily until both she, and her brother, were totally spent and laying
together, panting on the bed.
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It was Jamie who finally broke their mutual embrace, letting her
brother's gradually softening cock slip from between her lips as she
rolled over. The orgasm had left her weak and drained, and apparently
David was the same way -- he was flat on his back beside her, completely
motionless, eyes closed. Slowly Jamie sat up, then awkwardly (her legs
didn't feel like working at all) she scooted around so she could lay
next to him, resting her head on his pillow.
"Davie?" she asked quietly.
David opened his eyes and stared into his sisters face. Jamie's
lips glistened, shiny with his cum, and a line of semen trailed from one
corner of her mouth down to her jawline. He watched, completely
mesmerized, as his scraped the last of his jizm from her face.
Jamie started in fascination at her slicked fingers then, slowly and
hesitantly, she wiped the sperm off onto her chest.
"Oh Jamie, I'm so sorry" David pleaded.
"Huh?" Jamie's voice was slow and thick.
"I came....you know...in your mouth. I'm sorry."
"No, no -- it's all right" Jamie replied, soothing her
brothers agitation.
"But...."
"Hush." Jamie cut him off with a shake of her head. "It doesn't
taste all that bad -- honest. Besides.....I *wanted* you to cum. It
makes me feel...I don't know...like a woman, I guess."
David looked questioningly at his sister. "Even in your mouth!?"
Jamie managed a smile. "Well, I hadn't exactly planned on that part,
but so what? In fact..." Jamie paused, and David watched as her smile
turned into a shy grin "...I, uh...well, I kinda like this sex stuff."
"Oh Jezzzz" David's mouth hung open in disbelief.
"Well, what's wrong with it, huh? I mean, can't we have fun and
love each other and maybe even make each other cum?"
David shook his head. "Jamie, I can't! I mean, what am I supposed to
do -- go around all the time asking you for blow jobs?!"
"Well..." Jamie reasoned "...how 'bout some of the time. Pick your
night of the week. I'm available."
"Jamie, I'm serious!"
"So am I."
The two siblings stared at each other; Jamie with her playful,
yet serious grin, David in shock and bewilderment. Yes, Jamie knew
that her was very uncomfortable with idea, but she also knew
that he was a male. Specifically, a horny teenaged male whom (at that
moment, at least) she had total control over. Quickly Jamie shifted
position; draping her leg over her brother's pelvis she rolled over,
trapping David's left leg between her thigh as she lay half on, half off
of him. David's cock was resting beneath her hip and as she started
rotating her hips her brother's sex began to stiffen.
Jamie's smile widened.
"Hey, lets do it" she breathed.
"Oh shit" David moaned, soft and low.
"C'mon, big brother" Jamie urged. The playfulness in he voice was
gone. She had meant just to tease him, get him ready for another round
of oral sex, but as soon as she felt David's leg pressing hard against
her and clit she knew that she wanted -- no, *needed* -- more than
that. She needed her brother's long, hard dick as deep inside her as
she could get it.
"I'm ready" she half groaned, half whined the words into David's
ear. The ache in her was intense, overwhelming. "I'm ready......!"
"NO!"
"Pleeeeeeessssee...."
David did the only thing he could think of. Reaching down he
jammed his hand between his leg and his sisters gyrating crotch;
clutching at his sister's tender mound he covered her wet, open
slit with his fingers, then slid the middle one into her tight tunnel,
running it up to the palm. Jamie gasped. Rocking herself back onto her
brothers pussy-clutching hand she straddled her brothers hips, spreading
herself as wide as she could; in response she felt a second finger sink
far into her vagina.
"OhMyGod....fuckme......ohfuck" Jamie babbled into the side of her
brothers face as David pounded his twin digits deep into her body,
stretching her cuntal walls. Jamie bucked wildly -- at first grinding
her mound against his palm then, when she felt David's
erection brush against her stomach, trying to pull herself off. David
wouldn't let her go though, he kept grabbing her by the ass to pull her
back down! She was trapped, impaled on her brothers fingers! Again she
tried, but now his thumb was in the act, circling just above her mons.
She knew she couldn't hold out much longer, the sensation of her
brother's fingers wiggling back and forth deep inside her was
simply to much, and when David's thumb finally connected with her clit
it drove her over the edge.
"Oh FUCK!" Jamie cried as her orgasm hit -- full force.
David felt pain -- the pain of his sister's fingernails digging
into his shoulders. Stifling his own cries he braced himself against
the bed and let Jamie long and hard on his hand, shrieking and
yelling. She practically bucked herself off of his body. Finally, with
a long wail into his ear Jamie collapsed, spread eagle over his body,
utterly exhausted.
It must have been a good five minutes before Jamie stirred, lifting
her head from her brother's chest. Her eyes were small slits of lust
and anger.
"Dam you," she pleaded "will you *please* take my cherry."
"I won't -- not without some protection."
"Davie, I don't care, I just gotta--"
"No. I love you too much to get you pregnant."
Jamie dropped her forehead to his chest. For a long while she
was silent.
"I get it," she replied at last, her voice a mixture of sarcasm and
resignation "I hate you now but feel really grateful in the morning,
right?"
"Somethin' like that" he replied, gently.
"OK. I hate you." Jamie said, but even as she spoke David was
wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close, enveloping her body in a
tight, loving embrace. With a long, ragged sigh Jamie buried her face
into the crook of David's neck.
"You're hard again, aren't you?" she finally asked. David stared
down at his erection. It was throbbing in time to his heart beat.
"Yes."
"Uhhh....should I do something about it?"
"If you still want to."
For a long while Jamie did not move. Then, with a small, sad smile
(to herself, mostly) she slithered down her brother's body, pulled his
cock to her face, and opened her mouth.....
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In the three years since that night, David had been true to his
word. Although he had made love to his many, many times not once
had he done it without a condom.
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Comments on this are welcomed -- address them to sxjames@aol.com.
Regards,
S.P.
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