Playing With Big Brother (FM)
Category: Female-Male
Author: Kim L
Age: 32
Comments: I'm sure more girls have fond memories of experimenting with their brother - let's hear from you!
(The author of this story submitted it to Solo. It was not published there for one reason or another.)
I can't remember when I first masturbated to orgasm but I was about 10 years old when I started doing it with regularity (daily or more.) My folks split up when I was about 8. I stayed with mom while by brother, three years older than me, went to live with dad. My dad was given visitation rights so I had to spend weekends with him and my brother. They lived in a two bedroom apartment at that time. Sleeping arrangements found me on a mattress on the floor next to my brother's bed.
I must have been around 11 years old when my brother (he would have been 14) convinced me he needed to 'examine' my pubetic body. He wanted to see how my breasts were developing and check on pubic hair growth, as if he were an expert! Well, he didn't fool me for a minute but I was horny and curious so I played along with his game. After we went to bed he would reach down and slide his hand up under my night shirt. My B cup boobs were so ticklish! His fingers moved too soft or too rough when playing with my nipples and I was too embarrassed to tell him how I would like it. So, nipple play always ended with me pushing his hand away sooner than I really wanted to.
At this time he would slip his hand down and into my panties. At 11 years old I was probably the only girl in my class to have a full bush (well, probably not full, but that's the way I remember it.) I recall spreading my legs as he played in the hair for a while then slid his fingers down over my vulva. It wouldn't take long before I was very wet. I don't know where he learned about clits but he sure was good at that part! He could rub my clit just the way I liked it. I didn't say much of anything while he played but I would moan to let him know he was on the right track. As I recall he never failed to give me an orgasm. At some point he would start poking his finger into me. I would grab his hand and tell him 'no', that his finger would never fit in there.
"Well, how do you expect your husband to get his cock in you if you can't even handle a finger?", he would ask me.
"Just don't", I would reply.
Of course he would try ever so hard to persuade me to let him stick a finger inside but I was just terrified it would split me in two!
After playing with me he would usually roll over to the other side of his bed (which was 2 feet higher than mine) and play with himself. I rarely got to see him doing this. He did occasionally ask me to beat him off but I was afraid I guess and would just say, "yuck." Now I regret not taking advantage of the opportunity to play with his cock, but at the time I was sooo afraid of what it would lead to.
This went on nearly every Friday or Saturday night for about two years. After a while my dad got tired of visitation as he had other things to do now and visits with my brother became much less frequent. Now and then he would come out to spend a night with me and our mom. He didn't sleep in my room but that never prevented him from feeling me up at some point during his visit.
I was about 15 the last time we shared anything sexual. We were at my mom's house. Mom was on the porch chatting with grandmom when my brother grabbed my arm and pulled me back to the hall bathroom. He locked the door as I turned and pulled myself up to sit on the sink vanity. He walked over, stood right in front of me and without saying anything pushed both his hands up under my shirt and cupped my breasts. I can still remember feeling both shocked and relieved when he did that. Shocked that he was so bold and relieved because I had been thinking about him that way all day! I voluntarily pulled my shirt off and unfasten my bra. He pulled my bra down and made some comments about how he had never dreamed my boobs would get so big (they were a double D by the time I was 14). He tweaked and (for the first time) gently sucked each of my nipples. The sensation was almost too intense but I was too turned on to push him away.
While he was still playing with my boobs I moved my hands down to unfasten my pants. He pulled my pants down as I pushed myself up off the vanity. I only meant to push my pants to my knees but he quickly had them off completely. His right hand massaged my vulva while his left hand squeezed my tit. We talked a lot but I don't remember what about. He eventually pulled his hard cock out. It looked absolutely, oh-my-god, huge! Don't ask me how long it was, I don't remember exactly; just the shock that anything like that would one day go inside me. He stroked it for a minute then stepped closer to me and began rubbing the head up and down my slit. Oh, how good his cock head felt on my clit! He would push just the head into my hole, make some laughing comment, then rub the head around on my clit some more. God, I was so wet! Eventually, and with little trouble, he slid the full length of his cock into me. Shock and awe, my eyes wide open, what a wonderful new feeling - that is what I remember. "Was he really poking the back of my throat?", I later thought. He only stroked in and out a few times before I panicked and pushed him away. I didn't mind that it was my brother, mostly I was terrified of getting pregnant. To his credit he didn't get mad, he just laughed and returned to rubbing his cockhead against my clit. I calmed down and eventually had an orgasm to his steady stimulation. Then, for the first and last time, I watched him stroke his cock to orgasm. He shot his load onto my belly, my pubic hair and all over his hand. I was amazed at the quantity and how far he could shoot it. He then grabbed my hand towel and proceeded to clean himself off. He pulled up his pants and turned to leave (and why not, he was done) while I sat there naked with his cum getting cold on my belly.
My mom yelled, "Lunch is ready", and my brother just opened the bathroom door and left. No kiss on the cheek, no "Thanks for a good time", nothing. I cleaned up, got dressed and walked out a few minutes later. Strange how we then sat down to eat lunch as if nothing had just happened. Well, something had just happened, and it supplied me with beat-off fantasies for years to come. I never did anything else (sexual) with my big brother, but oh, how I later regretted not letting him fuck my brains out on that bathroom sink!
Author: Kim L
Age: 32
Comments: I'm sure more girls have fond memories of experimenting with their brother - let's hear from you!
(The author of this story submitted it to Solo. It was not published there for one reason or another.)
I can't remember when I first masturbated to orgasm but I was about 10 years old when I started doing it with regularity (daily or more.) My folks split up when I was about 8. I stayed with mom while by brother, three years older than me, went to live with dad. My dad was given visitation rights so I had to spend weekends with him and my brother. They lived in a two bedroom apartment at that time. Sleeping arrangements found me on a mattress on the floor next to my brother's bed.
I must have been around 11 years old when my brother (he would have been 14) convinced me he needed to 'examine' my pubetic body. He wanted to see how my breasts were developing and check on pubic hair growth, as if he were an expert! Well, he didn't fool me for a minute but I was horny and curious so I played along with his game. After we went to bed he would reach down and slide his hand up under my night shirt. My B cup boobs were so ticklish! His fingers moved too soft or too rough when playing with my nipples and I was too embarrassed to tell him how I would like it. So, nipple play always ended with me pushing his hand away sooner than I really wanted to.
At this time he would slip his hand down and into my panties. At 11 years old I was probably the only girl in my class to have a full bush (well, probably not full, but that's the way I remember it.) I recall spreading my legs as he played in the hair for a while then slid his fingers down over my vulva. It wouldn't take long before I was very wet. I don't know where he learned about clits but he sure was good at that part! He could rub my clit just the way I liked it. I didn't say much of anything while he played but I would moan to let him know he was on the right track. As I recall he never failed to give me an orgasm. At some point he would start poking his finger into me. I would grab his hand and tell him 'no', that his finger would never fit in there.
"Well, how do you expect your husband to get his cock in you if you can't even handle a finger?", he would ask me.
"Just don't", I would reply.
Of course he would try ever so hard to persuade me to let him stick a finger inside but I was just terrified it would split me in two!
After playing with me he would usually roll over to the other side of his bed (which was 2 feet higher than mine) and play with himself. I rarely got to see him doing this. He did occasionally ask me to beat him off but I was afraid I guess and would just say, "yuck." Now I regret not taking advantage of the opportunity to play with his cock, but at the time I was sooo afraid of what it would lead to.
This went on nearly every Friday or Saturday night for about two years. After a while my dad got tired of visitation as he had other things to do now and visits with my brother became much less frequent. Now and then he would come out to spend a night with me and our mom. He didn't sleep in my room but that never prevented him from feeling me up at some point during his visit.
I was about 15 the last time we shared anything sexual. We were at my mom's house. Mom was on the porch chatting with grandmom when my brother grabbed my arm and pulled me back to the hall bathroom. He locked the door as I turned and pulled myself up to sit on the sink vanity. He walked over, stood right in front of me and without saying anything pushed both his hands up under my shirt and cupped my breasts. I can still remember feeling both shocked and relieved when he did that. Shocked that he was so bold and relieved because I had been thinking about him that way all day! I voluntarily pulled my shirt off and unfasten my bra. He pulled my bra down and made some comments about how he had never dreamed my boobs would get so big (they were a double D by the time I was 14). He tweaked and (for the first time) gently sucked each of my nipples. The sensation was almost too intense but I was too turned on to push him away.
While he was still playing with my boobs I moved my hands down to unfasten my pants. He pulled my pants down as I pushed myself up off the vanity. I only meant to push my pants to my knees but he quickly had them off completely. His right hand massaged my vulva while his left hand squeezed my tit. We talked a lot but I don't remember what about. He eventually pulled his hard cock out. It looked absolutely, oh-my-god, huge! Don't ask me how long it was, I don't remember exactly; just the shock that anything like that would one day go inside me. He stroked it for a minute then stepped closer to me and began rubbing the head up and down my slit. Oh, how good his cock head felt on my clit! He would push just the head into my hole, make some laughing comment, then rub the head around on my clit some more. God, I was so wet! Eventually, and with little trouble, he slid the full length of his cock into me. Shock and awe, my eyes wide open, what a wonderful new feeling - that is what I remember. "Was he really poking the back of my throat?", I later thought. He only stroked in and out a few times before I panicked and pushed him away. I didn't mind that it was my brother, mostly I was terrified of getting pregnant. To his credit he didn't get mad, he just laughed and returned to rubbing his cockhead against my clit. I calmed down and eventually had an orgasm to his steady stimulation. Then, for the first and last time, I watched him stroke his cock to orgasm. He shot his load onto my belly, my pubic hair and all over his hand. I was amazed at the quantity and how far he could shoot it. He then grabbed my hand towel and proceeded to clean himself off. He pulled up his pants and turned to leave (and why not, he was done) while I sat there naked with his cum getting cold on my belly.
My mom yelled, "Lunch is ready", and my brother just opened the bathroom door and left. No kiss on the cheek, no "Thanks for a good time", nothing. I cleaned up, got dressed and walked out a few minutes later. Strange how we then sat down to eat lunch as if nothing had just happened. Well, something had just happened, and it supplied me with beat-off fantasies for years to come. I never did anything else (sexual) with my big brother, but oh, how I later regretted not letting him fuck my brains out on that bathroom sink!
Posted on: 2003-10-24 20:10:29 |
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