Girls talk….and it’s usually not long before that talk turns to sex. My friend Lisa told me something recently. She knows I write here and when I said I’d like to write down what she told me, but I’d change her name, she asked me to use her real name. ‘I’d love to see something written about me.”
So, this happened in real life, and, as usual when I write things other have told me I’ll do so as if they were speaking. If I need to comment I’ll do it in parenthesis.
“I was 17…just. I’d gone through puberty, obviously, and adolescence too. I felt….grown up….you know? I’d got passed that stage of having my first bikini, and showing my tummy off at everyone every and any opportunity, and although sometimes I’d wander round the house in bra and panties, mum had taken me to one side and asked me not to because, she said it makes my brother uncomfortable. Greg and I were always close and when she said that,I realised that a gulf had been opening up between us for a while…well, maybe not a gulf, exactly, but he’d been keeping himself more to himself for a while now. He was 15 at the time, and I guess he was growing up too.
So, I was at college which meant I had free time during the week and could come home if I liked. More often than not, I’d come home to work and study, but sometimes, you know how it gets, I liked to strip naked, walk around the house and scamper back to my room for a good old wank the moment I heard a car in the drive. That's what I intended to do that particular afternoon. Walking home from the bus stop was delicious. I was all tingly, and awfully wet.
I let myself in and took the stairs two at a time. I barged into my room and….shock horror….there was Greg! Stark naked and with an erection….a very big erection. For a moment I flicked my eyes round the room, particularly his hands and the bed…you know how some boys like to masturbate with girls’ underwear, right? (Preaching to the choir, sister.) But it was nothing like that. He just stood there like a rabbit caught in the headlights, while I just stared at him. Then he said “I ….I like the scent in here.” I don’t wear perfume so…and then the penny dropped. Oooohhh that scent. I’m not really aware of it myself, but I guess a girl’s room has a feminine scent to it, right?
So, there we were…me already horny although with my plans for the afternoon wrecked and him caught red-handed.
To this day I don’t know why I did what I did. It was like my brain took over. (Yeah..I’ve got one of those brains too.) I just reached out and wrapped my fingers round his cock. I gave it a few rubs and I saw pre-cum already forming. Now at 17 I was still a virgin (Come on girl…you’re not trying!) but I’d had my share of kissing and mutual masturbation with boys, oh, and I’d given blow jobs too.(that’s better. You go, girl.)
I asked him if he’d like me to be naked too. He just nodded. Since I’d intended to do that anyway, it took seconds to strip off and then I held his cock again…just held it this time. No rubbing. I took his hand and let him feel my tits and then guided it down between my legs. He didn’t have a clue what was where down there so I gave him a quick anatomy lesson.
“You’re really wet.” His voice croaked. “Yeah…well…I’d planned to have some private time myself. Never mind. Let’s just do this.” I began to wank him while he experimented between my legs. As he sank a finger in me….well…you know that feeling, right? (Oh yes! ) as usual, it made me curve my hips forward. We were almost facing one another now, him fingering me and me wanking him.
He came. Oh boy, he came! The first shot hit under my chin! The rest on my belly and it ran down over my mound. Then, I felt myself about to cum. Weird, because I’d felt no build up to it. Maybe it was the scent of semen, or the ‘naughtiness’ of jacking my own brother off…or maybe I was just ready, but suddenly I was there. I came on his finger. Now, one finger isn’t enough for me really, yet this felt just right.
No, we didn’t fuck. And no, we haven’t fucked…and won’t fuck. But sometimes, between then and now, we do goof around like that. He’s way more experienced now and knows how to finger a girl properly too.”
She asked if I was shocked. Shocked. Me! I told her I’d had some ‘in the family’ experiences too, and when she put two and two together with “but you’ve only got a sister……oooooooohhh!” I’m not sure that I didn’t hear some admiration in that long, drawn out ‘Oooohhhhh’.
I’ve often wondered, if I had had a brother, if I’d have fooled around with him. Difficult. I’m certainly more lesbian than straight, but I can’t deny I both like and need cock from time to time. Fooling around with your sister is one thing…no risk of pregnancy for a start….but that’s a very prevalent risk when it comes to one’s brother. As the Good Sisters were constantly telling us “It only takes one, girls.”
But I do fantasise about having a brother sometimes. I think about catching him with my panties, or sometimes, just seducing him by stripping naked and climbing into the jacuzzi with him. After that….well….I think you can guess. They might only be fantasies, but they get me off.
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