Helen Tells Me All.

“I remember the day really clearly. I had just turned 17 and my brother was 15. I admit, I felt very superior to him, I felt ‘grown up’ whatever that is supposed to mean, while he was still, in my eyes at least, a geeky kid. 

I had just started my first job in a shop in town. It was never going to be my forever job, just something to fill the time before I went to University. This particular afternoon, the store had a power failure and we were plunged into darkness. Nothing worked, not even the cash registers which auto-locked. The owner sent us all home, and that, I suppose, is how the trouble started. 

Now look, before I tell you what happened, I will confess that I was…still am…a very sexual person. I masturbate daily, and at that time I was between boyfriends. So I was no stranger to the compelling feelings of sex. I also knew my brother was at that difficult stage too. I had seen him get spontaneous erections and be hideously embarrassed by them. At least when we get horny we can usually hide it, right? 

So, I had got the bus into the village and walked back to my house. The back door was open, and I just walked in. I walked upstairs and into my bedroom….where I found James holding his cock in one hand and my panties in the other tight against his face. 

Looking back, I can see now that I had several totally different reactions in, almost slices, if that makes any sense. First was disgust, but that quickly became outrage, but that gave way to a certain level of “yeah, I get it.” This was mainly because I adore my own scent and often use my panties when I masturbate….so why wouldn’t he find my scent attractive. Then I felt that of course he’s curious…I was at 15. I was desperate to see cocks….even James’s badly disguised erections were interesting to me and I had to admit, I often wondered what he looked like in the flesh, so-to-speak. Now, I was seeing it for real. 

He saw me, of course and stopped, but I told him it was cool, and he should carry on. He couldn’t have been far off because he came very quickly and caught his semen in my panties which made me feel strange because that was the first ever semen to be in my panties! 

It also made me very wet and horny too….not because he was my brother, although maybe there was a small part of that…more that I’d just seen someone wank off using my panties. You know how powerful that can feel. (Preaching to the choir, sister!) 

Anyway, he left my room and of course, I did myself immediately, this time using my panties to enjoy a little fresh semen! 

We never had sex because the situation where we might have never arose. Would I have if it had? I don’t know. I can’t say definitely not, so I suppose the answer is maybe I would. What I do know is that it changed the way we were around one another. I knew he saw me as a sexual being, and I definitely saw him as one too…and someone over whom my body had power. I had something he wanted. 

Ok, I admit, it went a bit further than what happened that day. I have jacked him off a couple of times, and I showed him how to touch a girl. Once I got him to slow down….chill out….he became very talented in getting me off. Thinking about it, he never even tried to fuck me. I think he just knew that was off the menu, and he didn’t want to spoil a good thing by pushing his luck.”

Sibling exploration. Wouldn’t it be interesting to know how widespread it really is. Even if siblings do something, now matter how vaguely sexual just once, I bet it happens far more than people think. 

I certainly remember that with me it was almost like turning on a light switch. One moment I was just, well, me. The next I was noticing sexual things everywhere. I guess it’s like that with guys too? So if you’re in the same house a brother and a sister are bound to at the very least notice one another, right? 

I find it an interesting area of human sexuality.