Subject: My Boyfriend's Brother Does Me
Story Codes: mf m-solo oral voy
Diary Date: December 11, 1999
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Even though I’d given my virginity to Steve almost five months earlier,
he was still the only boy I’d ever had sex with or even touched for that
matter. I NEVER would have guessed that number two would be his dorky
younger brother!
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – Taking Advantage of an Opportunity
Chapter 2 – Watching Jim Masturbate
Chapter 3 – Jim Becomes My Second
Chapter 1 – Taking Advantage of an Opportunity
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For many girls, the first year of high school can be a traumatic time.
You go from being the queen bee of middle school to the lowly freshman.
Still, I imagine it must be even harder on the boys as they are so much
more immature than the rest of the girls in school. Except for the kinky
girls, who’s going to want to ask out one of them when there are so many
other options available!
For the girls like me, it’s almost just the opposite. The older boys in
school, constantly being rejected by the princesses their age, see the
incoming freshman as fresh meat. It’s like wolves circling the new lambs
but then I guess that’s not such a bad thing really.
For me it started even before the first day of school. I’ve written
plenty about how I got my first date with the brother of one of my best
friends so I won’t go into all the details again. All I really need to
say is I was overwhelmed to be asked by one of the most sought-after
soon-to-be juniors in school. Sharon, Steve’s sister, had told me plenty
about his “rep” for chasing every skirt in sight but that also came with
the clause that most of them were cheerleaders and other with big boobs
and great bodies. Considering at fourteen I barely filled out my
training bra (I wore an A-cup out of sheer determination), I never
dreamed he would take in interest in me.
I suppose some people might say that Steve was just looking for another
notch in his belt and was just using his sister’s connections to get an
advance shot at the incoming class. OK, so maybe that was his original
intent although he has never told me that. If he had just taken
advantage of me and then moved on to someone else then I would agree with
such crap. Yes, he did expect me to blow him on the first date - and in
the middle of a movie theater at that. Did that surprise me? Actually
based on what I’d heard about it I would have been disappointed if he
hadn’t!
That was my very first blowjob. In fact, it was the first time I’d ever
held a dick with sexual intent. I have to parse my words a little in
that six years earlier I actually held my first hard dick and even
stroked it until he came but being only eight it was out of curiosity,
not any sexual desire. Besides, it would’ve been weird to be turned on
my own father’s dick in the first place. My mom just wanted me to
understand the birds and bees after seeing my dad masturbating earlier in
the day for the first time so what better way than a live demonstration.
It’s not like I sucked him or did anything really weird. It was also the
last time anything like that ever happened. Like many fathers and
daughters my dad and I may be pretty close, but not in that way.
Even if Steve HAD asked me out just to be the first guy to get a BJ from
me, he must have been impressed because he asked me out again not long
after. Admittedly I had a little bit of help from my mom who had given
me pointers and even a little bit of “hands on” experience using her
favorite dildo. Thus I went into the situation probably as ready as any
girl without having actually done it for real.
I knew at the time I had to be doing it pretty well considering he came
in my mouth but then as my mom had told me, boys will cum pretty much
automatically no matter how good (or bad) you suck them. The REAL
confirmation came the next day of school when word got back to me by the
end of the second period that Steve was telling everyone what a great
blowjob I’d given him. Wow, talk about walking tall and feeling proud
for the rest of the day!
Since Steve was the first guy I gave a blowjob to, it was only natural
that he took my virginity a few weeks later. Again, my mom had me fully
prepared and as a result my first time was much better than a lot of my
friends told me about theirs. Once again, I knew Steve liked fucking me
as he came in me within minutes but it was no different than a blowjob, a
boy will cum so long as he’s in a pussy no matter who it belongs to. At
school it was like my social status went up another notch when he bragged
about doing me. The best part was I was told that he actually said I was
the best “first” he’d ever had! Considering my competition, that was
really something to elevate my ego.
Now for the past five months we’ve been screwing like rabbits. Heck,
most rabbits would be jealous of us! Many of my friends were starting to
have sex as well but most of them were doing it with more than one boy.
They use to tease me about only having done it with one guy but I was
happy with the way Steve fucked me so the thought of having sex with
another guy never seriously entered my mind. Besides, I was only
fourteen so it wasn't like I didn’t have time to do it with other boys
someday. On top of all that, and most importantly, I had a major crush
on Steve and at night as I masturbated about him I would dream of our
courtship, engagement and then the wedding - especially the wedding
night!
One night Steve picked me for a party but we had to go back to his house
to get his wallet which he always seemed to be forgetting. When we got
to his house he told me to stay in the car but instead I followed him in
with the hopes that nobody would be home so maybe we could have our own
private party! With a brother and sister and a working mom the house
wasn’t empty very often which is why we usually ended up at my house when
we wanted to have sex. It didn't matter if my parents were home as they
never interrupted us and if anything, they encouraged him to come over
and do me rather than going out and parking or finding some other unsafe
place to fuck.
Hopefully this would be one of those rare times we could do it at his
house but as luck would have it his thirteen year-old brother Jim was in
the family room watching TV. At first I thought that was going to make a
dud of the whole idea but Steve apparently had been harboring a devious
idea for teasing his pain-in-the-ass brother.
It’s incredible the difference three years can make. Whereas Steve was
this mature, strong, smart, sexy paragon of a teenage boy, Jim was just
the opposite. God, he reminded me so much of the other boys in middle
school, like the creeps who snapped girl’s bra straps in the hallway.
Jim even tried spying on me and his sister when we would masturbate in
her room. He was such a little pervert!
Seeing how Jim as all wrapped up in some TV show, I started to follow
Steve up to his bedroom with my pussy tingling. It would be so hot for
him to fuck me while his brother was right downstairs! To my utter
disappointment, Steve stopped and then he told me his plan. While I
still would have rather have played with his dick, the idea of revenge
against his dorky brother was too good to pass up.
Thus while Steve looked for his “lost” wallet, I was sent off on a
mission to flirt with his poor brother. Steve wanted me to tease him
mercilessly and to flirt with him as best as I could. Boys! It was the
perfect example of how the two brothers always seemed to be trying to get
one up on the other. I got the impression that essentially Steve was
more interested in rubbing his brother’s face in the fact that he was
getting laid every day by me - and Jim was not.
Again, this was something I wrote about before so I will just summarize
the event. Let’s just say for now that before it was all over, Jim not
only got to watch his brother’s girlfriend masturbate, but he also got to
witness firsthand what his older brother was getting from me most every
day. It was the first time anyone had seen Steve fuck me besides my
parents and his sister so it was pretty hot for me as well.
Poor Jim, all he got to do was watch Steve fucking me; he never got to
touch me or enjoy me for himself which must have driven him absolutely
crazy! Although I tormented Jim that night to make Steve happy (I also
had fun doing it so I wasn't complaining), it also caused me to change my
mind a little bit about him, much to the horror of his sister, LOL.
Suddenly the thought of someday doing something more naughty with him was
no longer off the table. Indeed, it became the focus of more than a few
masturbation sessions. I had no doubt that Jim was doing the same thing
and it made me even hornier to imagine him stroking his cock while he
dreamed of fucking me!
Fast forward about five weeks later on a cold December afternoon. I was
horny as hell (as usual) so I thought I would surprise Steve at his house
and see if I could get some of that marvelous dick. He’d told me earlier
in the week that the rest of his family would be gone today and so he
wanted to take advantage of a rare opportunity for us to have sex
throughout their home. There was this little game we liked to play
where we tried to see how many different places we could do it so that
later Steve could visualize himself fucking me while a member of his
family was doing something or another in that same place where he had
been screwing his girlfriend.
Here’s example of what I mean... imagine Steve fucking me as I sit on
the kitchen sink. The just imagine how hot he would be the next time he
watched his mom doing dishes. As he explained it to me it wasn't that he
was turned on by his mom (liar – I knew differently) but rather it was
the knowledge that she had no idea her eldest son had been fucking his
girlfriend right where she was now working. I think it made Steve all
the hotter knowing how much his mother preached against sex and now she
was doing dishes in the exact same spot as where he’d fucked me! Of
course, all that was before we learned about how she REALLY felt about
her son but that’s an earlier story.
Unfortunately, when Steve invited me my parents had already made plans so
I had to tell him that I couldn’t make it. I’m not sure who was more
disappointed – him or me! Then surprisingly my dad, who never ever
missed a day of work, woke up with some nasty flu bug and so our day’s
events had to be postponed. Although I felt sorry for my dad, at the
same time I couldn't help but feel that familiar tingle between my legs
when I immediately realized that it meant I was now free to see Steve!
Of course what I REALLY wanted to see was Steve’s dick... in me.
No sooner had I picked up the phone to call Steve and tell him I was
available than an even better idea popped into my mind. Why not just
show up and surprise him? I was certain he wouldn’t mind having an
unexpected opportunity to fuck me! After all, that’s probably pretty
much why he kept dated me in the first place. I didn't really care WHY
he dated me, I just cared that he fucked me whenever I asked him. It was
a mutual thing for us both and I thought it made for the perfect
relationship for me at my age, especially while I was still experimenting
with many things I felt so lucky to have someone willing to be patient
with me and do the things I asked as I learned.
Hanging up the phone, I went to my room and got dressed. Before I left I
went to the bedroom to check on my poor dad. I felt so bad that he was
feeling so sick and here I was getting ready to go out and have fun.
Fortunately, my dad is the most wonderful father in the world and when I
explained to him my plans he tried his best to smile. He kissed my
forehead and then told me go out and have some fun. He’s so cool! I
knew from the way he winked at me when he said to “have fun” that he knew
full well what I would be doing before long with Steve. How many fathers
are so supportive of their teenage daughters?
My last stop was to say goodbye to my mom. She looked a little
disappointed as I think she had expected that we might do some housework
since we were staying home – all the MORE reason to escape to Steve’s!
Even so, she knew full well how terribly horny I got when I didn't see
Steve for a day or two so she just waved me off and told me to be sure to
tell her all about it when I got home. Sometimes I think she lives her
life vicariously through me. It’s like I can’t go into enough detail
when I tell her about Steve and me having sex. She insists on knowing
EVERYTHING. Sometimes that’s pretty cool but at times it can become
little annoying even but I couldn't complain. Most mothers would be
preaching to their daughters the sins of premarital sex whereas my mom
all but pushed me into it!
It didn't take long to walk over to Steve’s and when I got to his house
my heart sank - it looked like nobody was home, not even him. The front
door was locked but by now I knew where they hid the key so I lifted the
middle flower pot and used the key that had been hidden underneath it to
open the door and I quietly slipped inside.
At first I didn’t hear anything which seemed to confirm my suspicion that
nobody was home. Just as I was about to leave a faint sound could be
heard from the TV in the family room at the rear of the house. The
closer I tip-toed through the house, the clearer I could make out the TV
and I was surprised to make out the moans and groans of what could only
be an X-rated porno flick. My dad enjoyed such “entertainment” and after
you’ve see a few it’s not hard to recognize what you’re listening to when
you first hear one.
While porn has never been a turn-on for me, I licked my lips in
anticipation as I knew that it meant Steve must be missing me and was
undoubtedly taking matter into his own hands – literally! For one it’s
not like his sister Sharon or their mom posed a threat of catching him in
the act. I knew it had to be Steve because Jim was only thirteen so
where would he get his hands on such a video in the first place? Yep, it
HAD to be Steve and that tingle between my legs got stronger as I
anticipated what I was about to find and then what I would do to him
afterwards.
While on the subject of porn movies, personally I’ve never understood the
fascination guys (and some girls I guess) have with porn films and
pictures. For me they’re so impersonal and fake that there’s nothing
sexy or erotic about them. That said, there is absolutely no doubt that
Steve loves them. He keeps a HUGE stash of dirty magazines supposedly
hidden in his room but Sharon knows where he keeps them and she showed me
his collection one day when Steve was out. We had both giggled like
grade school girls as we looked through them, trying to imagine what it
would be like to let a guy do such nasty things to us.
As I said, my dad enjoys porn and sometimes I end up watching his videos
with him when he takes over the TV. I find it rather interesting how he
gets off from them and sometimes he even masturbates during a really hot
scene. It’s pretty obvious from his choice of material that he
especially has a thing for seeing two girls together. That and the
younger the better seem to be his criteria.
Despite what I said about porn, I have to admit that sometimes I do find
myself getting excited by them. Actually, I don’t know if it was the sex
on the screen or seeing my dad cumming that got me off more. It wasn't
anything weird or anything, not like I thought about having sex with my
own father or anything. I just thought it was cool to see what got him
off. Sometimes I try those things on Steve and he will look at me with a
“where the hell did you learn THAT?” look and I just smile. Yep, my dad
(or should I say his dick) provides an excellent barometer for me when it
came to evaluating sexual techniques!
The best part about my dad’s porn collection is I use it more to learn
about sex than anything erotic. Some of the older videos are especially
good at teaching technique. Stars like Ginger Lynn have provided me with
some really good tips on how to suck a boy, things I might never have
learned on my own. Sometimes I think even my own mom could learn a few
things.
I finally reached the family room entrance and peeked around the corner,
hoping to catch Steve jerking that cock I’d grown to know and love so
well.
Chapter 2 – Watching Jim Masturbate
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When I finally got to peek into the family room, much to my surprise it
was NOT Steve laying on the couch. There WAS a boy there though, naked
and stroking his own stiff cock as he watched three girls being fucked by
one guy on the TV. Oh my god, it was his brother Jim!
Jim was only thirteen and not nearly as well developed as his older
brother but it was immediately obvious that he still had a nice cock –
especially for his age. I couldn't help myself (I AM a girl after all)
from staring at his crotch and noting that his pubic hair was just
developing. It was a lot thinner and shorter than his older brother’s
but Jim shared the same DNA as Steve so I knew his crotch would be
filling in soon with thick luscious pubic hair.
There WAS one thing I noticed about Jim that made him distinctly
different from Steve. Jim was using his right hand to jerk off whereas
Steve preferred his left hand. My dad also used his left hand and both
he and Steve were right-handed so I wondered if that meant that Jim was
left-handed? Well, you can always learn something new every day and
being only fourteen I knew there must be a LOT about sex I didn’t know
yet. The cool thing is that it was so much fun learning! I filed this
little tidbit of information away to see if in the future it held true.
Maybe I should run a survey someday to find out which hand men preferred
to jerk off with!
I wasn't quite sure what to do at that point. My plan had been elegantly
simple – just strip and walk in naked to surprise Steve followed by an
afternoon of nothing but sex and more sex. At sixteen Steve was usually
good for at least three or four loads before he even need any serious
“encouragement”.
Now the whole situation had changed. My first instinct was to just leave
and never tell anyone what I’d done or seen. After all, even though I’d
masturbated many times since I had teased Jim, it was all just a fantasy
as I had no intention to really DO anything with Jim. He was almost two
years younger than me and frankly I had a hard enough time dealing with
boys my age and older let alone one younger and less mature. Besides, I
still somewhat resented him for those times when he would peek in on me
and Sharon. I mean if two friends can't masturbate together without
having to worry about her perverted brother spying on us, what’s this
world coming to?
Overall I prefer boys like Steve who are a couple of years older than me.
They are usually SO much more mature than the stupid jerks in my class.
Unsure of whether I should leave or stay, I ended up with a compromise.
Instead of leaving right away I decided to just watch and enjoy the show!
Other than Steve, my dad was the only man I’d ever seen masturbating
which meant I’d only watched one guy that turned me on when he was doing
it. Maybe this was a chance to double that number!
There has always been something about watching Steve masturbate that just
turns me on and the fact that I know he is jerking off with ME on his
mind just makes it ten times better for me. I absolutely LOVE watching
Steve masturbate and even though I preferred it to be when he was lusting
over me, it was still a turn-on to watch at any time. Masturbation in my
family has always been encouraged and treated as nothing to be ashamed
about. I’ve seen my dad do it probably hundreds of times over the years
and he watches me. For me, it’s fascinating to watch my dad’s cock grow
when his hand fondles it and dirty thoughts fill his mind.
I sometimes wonder what it feels like to have a part of your body swell
up that way but I’ve never had the nerve to ask him although I’m sure he
wouldn't have cared. I often wonder what he is thinking when he does it.
There was ONE time when I did ask him but to my surprise and shock he
refused to answer me and even acted a bit upset with me for asking so I
never brought up the subject again. Unlike my dad, Steve didn't mind
telling me and I loved listening to him tell me all the dirty things he
fantasized about me while he jerked off.
On a more clinical level, another reason I liked to watch Steve
masturbate was to observe HOW he did touched himself. Like me touching
my clit, I figure nobody knows better than he does what makes his cock
feel good so when it’s my turn to blow him or even just give him a hand
job I try to mimic his own actions. It must work because he has told me
many times how much better a cocksucker I am compared to other girls who
have blown him. I know Steve has been with a LOT of girls before me,
some of them had quite the slutty reputations as well and so for him to
tell me I was better than them with the limited experience I have, well
that just makes me feel so proud and good inside! I told my mom about
what Steve told me and she seemed quite proud of me as well. She had
shown me a few techniques of her own using one of her dildos and those
were what I used to surprise Steve sometimes!
Jim was now officially the third guy I’d watched masturbating. I found
it interesting, to say the least, that all three use totally different
techniques. My dad likes to use lotions or oils to lube up his cock and
then he strokes it up and down the entire length with his hand wrapped
around his stiff shaft. Steve didn't use anything to make him slippery
but then he doesn't move up and down the shaft so much as he seemed to
rub the skin up and down as far as it will move. While Steve and my Dad
were similar in their techniques, Jim had a completely different style.
Although I’d arrived too late to see how he got himself hard in the first
place, now he was rubbing his cock against his stomach using his wrist to
do the rubbing, making his cock move back and forth across his stomach.
His fingers never touched his cock as the majority of the time as he
looked like he was buffing the wax on his car except it was his cock
getting the buffing.
Well, I guess it’s whatever works for you. After all, it’s the same with
girls. I masturbate now and then with my friends and one of the first
things I noticed is that we all have our own private moves to get us off.
My preference is a single finger slowly circling my clit while my friends
tend to use more fingers or even the palm of their hand, all using
different speeds and pressure. I also love to insert one or more of my
fingers inside my pussy and pretend they are a cock that is penetrating
me. I was surprised to find how many girls NEVER put their fingers in
themselves so I guess it’s a personal thing, just as it is for guys.
Regardless of technique, one thing WAS for sure and that was I could
never watch Steve masturbate without getting horny myself. Now his naked
brother Jim was having the same effect on me. I quietly slipped off my
coat and laid it gently on the floor behind me. I flinched at the loud
snap when I undid my jeans but Jim was apparently too preoccupied to
notice. My zipper seemed to scream as I pulled it down but in reality
I’m sure it was just my imagination. Once it was all the way down I
slipped my hand down and inside to touch myself.
Keep in mind that if my initial plans had worked out my jeans would’ve
been off within minutes of entering the house which is why I wore a pair
that were fairly loose so they could be removed as easily possible. It
actually worked in my favor even now as they were a lot easier than my
tighter jeans to slip my hand down the crotch until I reached my hungry
pussy. Had I worn one of my usual jeans I never would have been able to
reach inside - they were almost impossible to button as it was!
At first I just lightly rubbed over my clit in a slow circular motion,
not even pushing myself aside to touch it directly but just rubbing it
through my skin. Once I felt myself responding I ran my finger down my
slit until I reached my pussy hole which kept getting wetter and wetter
each time I checked. My finger picked up some of my moisture and dragged
it up to wet my clit enough more, making it slippery which allowed me to
rub it more easily. I worked aside the hood and touched it directly,
stifling the gasp that tried to escape me when I first touched it.
As I pleasured myself I kept my eyes locked on Jim. Even though his
masturbation technique was different, it must have been effective because
it wasn't long before he had brought himself to a climax, shooting his
cum all over his hairless chest and flat stomach. Seeing the resulting
gooey mess and the way his cock stiffened and shot its first load almost
to his face was enough to initiate my own orgasm. I have always been
fascinated with the way a cock can shoot cum going back to when I first
saw my dad doing it. It’s not even completely sexual as I just can’t get
enough of it. I can’t even tear my eyes away when my own dad is shooting
which should tell you how intrigued I am by the whole thing.
It was all I could do to keep quiet as I rubbed myself furiously, imaging
that Jim’s cum was shooting into my waiting mouth instead of being wasted
on his bare stomach. Steve’s cum was the only flavor I’d ever tasted and
I wondered what Jim’s cum would taste like compared to his brother’s.
Hmmmmmm, how it would feel as I swished in around my mouth and then
swallowed it down quickly like a slimy oyster gliding down my throat?
All the while I was cumming my knees were bending under me as they
weakened from the overwhelming sensation that was running through them as
my orgasm surged. As incredible as it felt, all it seemed to do was wet
my pussy’s appetite for even more. I’d never been so close to a hard
cock without being fucked by it and it was driving me bonkers not to feel
it in me. (When I say “never” I should clarify that my dad’s erection
doesn't count – it’s not like he intends to fuck me or anything when he
masturbates.)
As I mentioned before, I hadn’t really thought that much about being
fucked by anyone else but now that I was watching Jim’s hard young cock I
couldn't help but wonder how it would feel inside of me. The fact he was
only thirteen didn't bother me or, for that matter, even enter my mind
one way or the other. That was only a year younger than me so it wasn't
like I babysat him or anything. Besides, I wasn't interesting in HIM,
just his erect cock and so what difference did it make how old it was so
long as it could make me happy?
As I leaned against the doorway, still feeling the waning surges of my
orgasm, Jim cleaned himself off with a small towel he had on the floor
next to the couch and laid back on the couch again, lightly stroking his
cock up and down the shaft with just the tips of his fingers. I had a
feeling he wasn’t finished yet as he was still hard even after his
initial climax. That was really no surprise as Steve usually stayed hard
for at least two times and even the third time it only took a little
sucking to get him up again, sometimes not even needing that.
On the TV the girls had finished off their guy and were now at work on
each other in a circle, each licking a pussy. I’ve never had a lesbian
experience of any type and I couldn't help but speculate what it would be
like to do something like that. When I masturbated with my friends, we
were just getting ourselves off and there was NEVER anything between us.
Even during some of my hottest times with Sharon we never so much as
touched each other’s leg, let alone anything more personal.
My mother actually taught me the most about masturbation but she was my
mother and so of course we never did anything sexual with each other. I
enjoyed giving her a massage at times when she came home from work all
tired and sore but that was as far as anything ever has gone. Sometimes
I rub her butt and thighs but have NEVER touched her pussy. My mom has a
great body for her age and she’s understandably proud of it. We go out
at times and people mistake her for my older sister which pleases her to
no end. I enjoy touching her and feeling her as a mother and daughter
often do although as I said, that form of showing our love for each other
never extended to our breasts or pussy. Really, why would I want to have
sex with my own mother? I have the feeling she has done it with girls in
the past but she has never mentioned anything to me much about it except
to smile like a Cheshire cat when I mention it.
Chapter 3 – Jim Becomes My Second
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By now I was ridiculously horny. Jim was back at it again, rubbing his
hard cock as another sex scene played out on the TV in front of him. It
was time for a decision. Well, it was really not even a decision at all
since there was only one outcome I could imagine. Quite simply, I knew
that I was going to have sex with Jim and have it NOW, whether HE knew it
yet or not!
I zipped myself up and then snapped my jeans back together again. I
fluffed out my hair and walked into the room acting as if I’d just
arrived and not seen anything up until then. As I came into view Jim saw
me and panicked, immediately curling up in a fetal position as he tried
to hide himself. I almost laughed at his frantic attempts to use the
remote to turn off the porn video, as if he could hide the fact that he’d
been watching. He finally got the TV off and then he grabbed his cum-
stained towel from the floor and used it to hide his crotch from me.
“Kelly!” he blurted out, stammering like crazy, “What the hell are you
doing here?”
“Oh my god,” I said, pretending to be surprised at the scene in front of
me, “I thought that Steve was in here. I’m soooooo sorry Jim!”
Looking at the now blank TV, I commented, “Hmmmmmm, that certainly was an
interesting scene. Does that stuff turn you on Jim?”
Jim remained in a fetal position and with the towel clutched to his
crotch all I could see was his bare ass – which was pretty cute actually!
It looked pretty tempting all by itself and I found myself wishing he
would give me a view of the other side of his waist! Jim didn’t respond
so I decided he just needed some more encouragement. I moved up close to
the couch and licked my lips just enough for him so see.
“Remember the last time we were alone in this room Jim?” I purred in a
sultry voice. “Have you been jerking off thinking about what I did that
day?”
Jim blushed deeply which gave me all the answer I needed. I would’ve
been terribly disappointed if he hadn’t! How could any teenage boy have
forgotten the show I had put on for him last month! I stood in front of
the dark TV screen and cupped my small breasts through my shirt.
“Now... Wouldn’t you rather see a live performance Jim?” I said
seductively to him. “How about I start where we left off last time?”
Even if he had tried to pretend he wasn't interested, I wouldn’t have
believed him anyway so there was no sense in waiting for him to answer.
I slipped off my sneakers and dropped my jeans, taking my white ankle
socks off with them, leaving me bare from the ass down with just a thin
flannel shirt that hung half way down my butt - just barely enough to
keep my fuzzy pussy from his view.
“Why don’t you go back to what you were doing while you watched those
girls on the TV Jim?” I asked him. He hesitated, of course, so I
pretended to pout and whined, “What’s the matter, don’t I turn you on as
much as they did?”
That did it! In response Jim slowly laid back on his back again. The
towel slid off to the side and his cock was back in view. I was pleased
to see that despite whatever fears he may have had when I showed up, it
sure hadn’t affected his dick one iota! It was just as hard as it had
been when I walked in and my mouth watered at the thought of sucking it.
Somewhat self-consciously he started back to work on his cock with his
hand again.
As for me, I leaned back against the TV console and started playing with
myself for him to watch. Bending my knees, I slid down until I was
sitting with my bare bottom on the floor, my knees bent such that my feet
were still flat on the floor. I slowly spread my legs wide apart, giving
him a great view of my warm fuzzy pussy. Using one hand I spread myself
apart with my fingers and then with the other I played with my clit and
fucked myself with my fingers. It made me feel incredibly sexy to
masturbate once again for him and I loved the way he was getting turned
on watching me.
Jim sat up on the couch so he could watch me without having to turn his
head to the side. His cock was red and swollen again and I wondered how
much longer it would be until he was cumming again. Not much if I was
going to have to guess from the way he was stroking it! With two fingers
up my pussy, I kept talking to Jim, trying to arouse him even more with
my naughty words in addition to what I was showing him.
“Mmmmmmm, it feels so good to have something up inside of me,” I groaned
as I buried my fingers in me as far as I could push them. “I love a cock
so much better though. I love it when I have a cock deep inside of me,
filling me up so full, making me cum so hard!”
I was positive that Jim had never fucked a girl before. Odds were he
hadn’t even been seriously kissed yet let alone get around the bases.
Well, I really couldn't say much since so far I’ve only fucked one guy so
it wasn't like I was the most experienced girl in the world. Sure Steve
had fucked me a LOT but all the same, it was always the same cock. In a
way there was a sense of security for me in that as I knew what Steve
felt like and how he fucked me. I loved the way he fucked me and I
wanted it anytime I could get it but at this moment I found myself
wondering what a different cock would be like.
“Tell me Jim,” I purred to him, “Have you ever been with a girl before?”
As I knew he would, Jim didn't answer but just shook his head, his eyes
never once leaving my pussy as he watched my hands doing myself. I
twisted around until I was on my hands and knees and crawled slowly
towards him. I licked my lips seductively as my eyes moved between his
eyes and his beautiful cock.
No more words were necessary now. I knew that Jim must have been hoping
against hope that I would keep coming towards him and didn’t dare say
anything to break the spell. He had to be wondering if this was going to
be his first chance to have sex with a girl and I could only imagine the
dirty things he was thinking about me. I moved in between his open legs
and gently took his hand and pushed it away from his throbbing cock,
replacing it with my own hand as I wrapped my fingers around the shaft.
They fit easily around him - he was definitely a lot smaller than Steve,
but that didn't really matter to me. I was more interested in what he
had than what he didn’t have!
No sooner did I start to stroke it then a burst of cum exploded from him.
The feel of a girl’s hand on him must have triggered him off and once
again he shooting loads of cum up in the air and down on my hand and his
crotch.
“Oh my god, I am soooooo sorry,” he cried. “I didn’t mean to cum so
fast...I can't believe I did that!”
“Don’t worry Jim, I understand,” I said as the last of his cum dribbled
from his head.
I took my hand and put it up to my mouth where I licked off his cum from
it. My question about whether or not it would taste different was
immediately answered. Although the general taste was the same in terms of
being gooey and salty, he DID have a distinct flavor. I don’t know even
how to describe it other than to say it tasted like cum! His eyes
widened as he watched me clean all his sperm from my hand.
“You see Jim,” I told him, “It’s not so bad at all. Cleaning up is half
the fun! Now let’s finish cleaning you up - and I don’t mean with a
towel.”
I bent over his cock and started to lick the cum from his shaft and his
crotch. He was starting to get a nice bush of pubic hair around his cock
and balls and some of the cum was mixed in with it. I took his hair in
my mouth and sucked the cum from it. A few drops on his stomach were
quickly licked up and in no time at all I had just about all of him
cleaned off. A little bit had fallen onto the floor and couch leaving a
stain on the couch but that was not the first time I was responsible for
a cum stain on this couch! His cock had softened a little this time after
he came, not completely but noticeably so. Well, obviously it was time
for me to get back to work! I took his semi-hard cock in my mouth and I
felt him tremble slightly as my tongue ran over his still sensitive head.
I let him drop out of my mouth and looked up at his face.
“So how does it feel to have a girl’s mouth on your cock Jim?” I asked
him in a teasing voice. “Want me to keep going?”
“Oh god that feels so good Kelly,” he moaned, “I have thought so many
times about you doing it when I see you being slutty around Steve.”
I didn’t need a map to tell me what Jim had been doing when he was
thinking of me blowing him! I started to lick his cock from the base to
the head, slowing drawing my tongue along the shaft, wiggling it slightly
as I worked my way up. Each time I got to the tip I would then circle
around his head, running my tongue just under the ridge and then up the
back where the ridge formed a “V” leading to the tip. Each time I would
lick up a different path, one side and then the other, front and back,
until I had covered it completely at one time or another.
Jim just moaned softly the whole time, running his hands through my hair.
Then I took him in my mouth, just the head at first. I sucked on it like
a lollipop, grabbing it with my lips. At the same time I reached under
his cock to hold his balls, gently massaging them and running my fingers
through the kinky hair that was starting to grow on them. Suddenly I
plunged my head down onto him, taking all of him in my mouth until my
face was pressed again the base of his cock. I think that move surprised
him as he jumped and then started to groan loudly.
“Oh god that feels incredible Kelly!” he whispered in a husky voice. “I
never dreamed it would feel this way!”
Well, if he thought what I was doing now was great, wait until I REALLY
sucked him off. I started to literally fuck his cock with my mouth,
letting him in and out in a rhythmic motion as my tongue caressed him
with each stroke. He smelled sweaty from his previous exertions which
was always a turn-on for me. I loved a smelly cock, the stronger the
better. Jim was not all that musky but it was still pleasant to draw in
his scent with a deep breath and savor it.
Now and then I would stop with him all the way in my mouth and then twist
my head around him as if trying to screw it into me further. At other
times I would pause with just the tip in my mouth, licking his hole with
the tip of my tongue and then running my lips around him. Fortunately he
had just cum or I think he would have unloaded within the first few
minutes. As it was he must have lasted closer to ten minutes before I
felt the tell-tale signs that he was about to cum. His cock stiffened
even more (if that were possible) and swelled as he prepared to unleash
his load of cum once again. This time however, he wasn’t going to waste
his cum. This time I was there to take his load!
“OH... KELLY... OHHHHHHH!” Jim cried out as I felt the surge of his first
burst of his sperm splashing in my mouth and on my tongue. All his
shyness disappeared in the heat of his orgasm and he groaned as he said
what he had been wanting to say to me for so long, “Oh suck it Kelly,
suck my dick!”
Jim gave me about four good shots and then several blanks as he trembled
and convulsed in my mouth. His hands held my head down into his cock,
keeping me from letting go of it - not that I had any intention of doing
so!! This was one of the times I looked forward to whenever I sucked a
cock, feeling him shrinking in my mouth as drops of cum would ooze from
his sensitive cock. I gently sucked on his dick and was rewarded by a
convulsive jerk as it reacted to my teasing.
The pressure from his hands gradually let up and I lifted my mouth off of
him. Looking into his eyes I smiled as the aftertaste of his semen
lingered in my mouth. He was still breathing heavy after what was
undoubtedly the best orgasm he had ever had. I wasn’t finished with him
yet, though. Now it was time for Kelly to have some fun!
I stood up and then got on the couch next to him. Turning, I laid down
with my head against the arm of the couch and my legs spread apart for
him to see my wet pussy. I ran my finger up and down it to wet it and
then stuck the same finger in my mouth, sucking my pussy juices off of
it. I loved the taste of myself and frequently did this just about
anywhere I could get away with it and few places I didn’t!
“Ever lick a girl’s pussy before Jim?” I asked him. He just shook his
head so I decided to go another step in his sex education. “Why don’t you
try it with me first then?”
Jim looked hesitant at first, his lust telling him to do it but his mind
questioning it for some reason. As always, his lust won over and he
positioned himself between my open thighs.
“Put your hands under my butt and lift me up to make it easier for you to
eat my pussy Jim,” I encouraged him.
I felt Jim’ hands on my ass, one on each cheek. My hips rose up as he
lifted me a few inches, exposing my waiting pussy for him to lick.
“That’s it Jim, now run your tongue up and down my slit... That’s it, God
that feels good – you’re a natural!”
As Jim licked me I continued to talk to him, alternately telling him how
good he was doing and then instructions on how to eat my pussy better. I
used my own hand to show him where my clit was and he actually got me off
once with his tongue circling around my clit. His face looked so erotic
as his mouth and nose pressed into my fuzzy bush of hair. I took a peek
between his legs and saw that his cute cock had hardened once again.
Much as I was enjoying his attempts at licking me, it was time for the
final lesson of his sex-ed class!
“Come here Jim and kiss me, let me taste myself on your face and mouth,”
I commanded him.
We barely kissed, more like rubbing our faces together, but as he did so
I could feel his hard cock touching my pussy, teasing it with the
pressure of his cock head pushing against my wet pussy hole. Damn I
wanted to be fucked SOOOO badly right then so without saying another word
I reach down and grabbed his cock with my hand. I guided it to the
entrance to my pussy until it was pressing against me and then lifted my
hips up against it. His cock was still wet with my saliva and my pussy
was soaking wet from his mouth so his cock slide into me easily an inch
or so before he even realized what was happening!
“What the hell?” he gasped with his eyes as wide as saucers, “Am I
fucking you Kelly?”
I almost laughed but managed to keep a serious face. Who would’ve
believed that the one thing he probably dreamed about the most was likely
fucking a girl, and now that he was doing it he didn't even know it!
“You sure as hell are so push it in me deeper!” I replied, wiggling my
ass around to let his cock head tease the inside of my pussy.
My arms were around him as his animal instincts took over. Jim clenched
his ass as he pushed himself forward to drive his dick further into me.
Once he was all the way in he stopped for a moment as if unsure what to
do next. I laid there for a moment as well, enjoying the feel of his
cock as it violated my pussy.
“OK Jim, now fuck me... move it in and out of me,” I whispered to him in
a sultry voice.
Jim had seen enough porn flicks to know what to do and so he didn't
disappoint me as he began to stroke himself in and out of me. It was
pretty basic, just a steady in and out motion as I felt the length of his
dick moving in and out, in and out, in and out. A couple of times he
pulled out too far and flopped out of me. He seemed embarrassed but I
smiled at him and help him to get back in me again. Although he may not
have even realized what he was doing, his motion was getting faster and
harder, pushing my body up into the couch more as his crotch would slam
into mine.
“Don’t just stroke it, try grinding it in me Jim,” I coached him. “Put it
all the way in and move your hips around up against me.”
He was a good student and did precisely as I had told him. His pubic
hair was thin but coming in nicely and I loved the feel of it against my
own thickening bush. I trimmed it a bit as it grew so it didn’t stick
out of my bikini or panties but shaving was still a couple of years away.
The added friction of our pubic hair plus the feel of him rubbing against
my clit with his crotch was enough to make me ready to cum. I wanted to
do it with him though.
“Fuck me Jim,” I whispered, “I want to cum with you now so fuck me hard.”
Jim, still silent except for his panting from his exertions, started
banging me once again. Just as I felt my orgasm starting I felt him
start to jerk in me like he was having a convulsion!
“Oh Kelly, I’m cumming,” he said between breaths
I could feel him start to pull out of me, afraid to leave his cum in me,
but I wasn't going to let that happen. I wrapped my legs around him,
pulling him inside of me again as my pussy exploded with a combination of
his cum and my own as my orgasm built.
“Stay in me,” I pleaded, “I want your cum in me.”
Jim was thrusting slower now, the last of his ejaculations depositing
themselves in me. My orgasm was just starting to peak though and I could
feel my entire body tingling with the sensation I only get at this
moment, that sensation that drives me to play with myself and to have sex
whenever I can. It is the most wonderful feeling in the world to cum and
I was overwhelmed at that moment by it all. My senses seemed to
heighten, every nerve in my body was firing and it felt almost like I was
on fire. I could feel every inch of his cock in me, feel it throbbing in
me as it slowly dwindled inside of me. I could hear his breathing, the
labored breaths as tried to recover from his exertions. Every sound in
the house was amplified, the ticking of the clock in the hallway, the hum
of the refrigerator in the kitchen, even cars passing by outside. My
boobs were so sensitive, my nipples hard as little bullets and going nuts
with every touch of his chest as he laid on top of me, trying to hold
himself up on his elbows. Slowly I came back to earth and realized that
I must have been breathing as I sucked in a badly needed breath of air.
“You OK Kelly?” Jim asked.
I guess he had reason to wonder. What an incredible orgasm! I was
quickly learning that the quality of my orgasms varied tremendously based
on the circumstances I was in. The more naughty and risky the situation,
the better they seemed to be. I mean, when I masturbated I was satisfied
with the results, but I never could bring myself to the peak I was just
on from fucking my boyfriend’s brother!
“Oh yes,” I assured him, “You realize you made me cum, don’t you?”
“Yea, I see girls on the movies cum but I think they’re just faking. You
sure you weren’t faking it too?”
“Trust me Jim,” I said with a wink and a sly smile, “I wasn’t faking.
See how flushed I am? No way to fake that.”
Jim was having a hard time holding himself up without crushing me so we
sat up together in the couch. He held me in his arms and I laid my head
on his shoulder. His cock was soft now but it was wet as was the rest of
his crotch from my pussy. I held his soft dick in my hand and then
leaned over to suck it briefly. I loved tasting my pussy on a cock.
Well, I loved the taste of my pussy in the first place but to have it
“served” on a cock is all the better, especially when it is mixed in with
his cum.
Eventually I knew it was time to go. I stood up and dressed in front of
him as he stayed on the couch naked and watched. I could tell he wanted
to say something but he seemed afraid to ask. I had a good idea of what
it was but I let him finally work up the courage to ask.
“Can we do this again sometime Kelly?” he finally managed to stammer out.
I shook my head. It was exactly what I was afraid he would ask so I
figured I had better nip it in the bud straight away. “No Jim, I just
wanted to do this for you after the terrible way I teased you. If you
ask Steve and he says it’s OK then that would be a different story.”
The look on Jim’s face was answer enough. I knew he would never dream of
asking Steve to fuck his girlfriend so it was a safe bet for me to offer
it to him. But at least it put the pressure on him and it didn't seem
like I was the one stopping it from happening. Once I finished dressing,
I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek goodbye and left for home. I
couldn't help but think on the way back that while I had let Jim fuck me,
We didn't really kiss the entire time! I wonder how many of his friends
could claim the same – to have their first big kiss AFTER they lost their
virginity! I just shook my head to myself and grinned. It would probably
be a big surprise to whoever the girl was that kissed him as well! It
certainly wasn't going to be me, that was for sure. I enjoyed being
fucked by Jim but there was no way I was ever going to be serious with
him. As good as his cock felt, he was still a immature kid who I really
didn't like all that well. I guess it just goes to show that you don’t
really have to care about someone to be fucked by them! It was an
interesting lesson for me...
About an hour after I got home Steve called me.
“Hey Kelly, we still on for tonight?” he asked.
Oh my god, I’d almost forgotten! This was going to be great, getting
fucked by both brothers on the same day! I didn’t dare tell him THAT
though as we discussed our plans for the evening. Even so, I almost lost
control myself as Steve told me something else.
“You’ll never guess what happened today,” he said. “I got home and found
my little brother nude on the couch fast asleep with a porn movie in the
VCR. From the looks of things he must have been having a pretty good
time. It’s a good thing my mom or Susan didn’t find him first but you
can sure I will never let him hear the end of it! God, what a pervert!!”
It was a good thing we didn’t have a video phone or he would have seen
the look on my face as I struggled to keep from bursting out laughing. I
guess fucking me had worn Jim out more than I had realized. I wondered
what Steve would have said if he had known what Jim had REALLY been
doing! Oh well, I would be telling Susan everything the next time we were
together and this just made my story all the better to tell!
From then on whenever I was at Steve’s house and Jim was there, I noticed
he quickly started sporting a nice little bulge in his pants when he saw
me. I loved it that he was so turned on by me and I wondered how many
times he had masturbated thinking of fucking me again. The truth of the
matter is I had done myself more than a few times thinking of him so who
was I to judge? I still had Steve though and he was more than adequate
when it came to meeting my needs. Too bad Jim never got the guts to ask
Steve about fucking me. It would have been even better to have two
brothers fucking me at the same time! Oh well, that is what fantasies are
for but a girl can always dream, can’t she?
THE END