Date: Sat, 7 May 2005 18:30:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Claire Smith <clairenkaren@yahoo.com>
Subject: Claire, Karen and Richard - Part Two (bisexual incest, g/g, b/g)

Hi. This is the second part of my true story of sexual awakening. If you
are uncomfortable with stories of incest and young love, turn back now.
Please enjoy.  Claire and her brother get naked.

I wandered around in a state of wonderment - I couldn't believe how I felt!
I was still horny, and even had another quick rub of my clitty before my 14
year old brother, James, got home.

Richard walked in a little later, and after having a drink in the kitchen,
went into his room. He came out after a minute or two, having changed from
his school uniform, now wearing shorts and a rugby shirt.

"Have you been in my room?" he asked suspiciously.

"No," I lied unconvincingly, "why?" knowing that he wouldn't mention his
mags.

"Because I found these in my room, and I don't think they're mine",
bringing out a pair of knickers from behind his back.

Gasping involuntarily, I recognised Karen's white cotton panties. I
couldn't tell him the truth, and was trying to think of a good lie, when he
said

"Have you been looking at my porn?"

"Yes," I whispered, embarrassed. "I knew you had some, and I wanted to have
a look. I was curious, I'm sorry."

"That's OK, just don't tell Mum," came the reply. I was amazed - I thought
he'd be really angry, but I quickly realised that he couldn't really split
on me to our mother either. I also suddenly realised that he was obviously
turned on by it, as his shorts were sticking out in front just like some of
the pictures in his magazines with what was clearly a big hard-on.

"I won't," I said, "I thought you must have some magazines, and I wanted to
see what it was all about. I wanted to check my body to see if it was
alright," I lied again.

"But you're too young - you don't need to worry about that," stammered my
brother, "I mean, what's wrong with your body? It looks OK to me."

"Do you think so?" I replied, "I haven't got any breasts really, and I've
only got a few pussy hairs - do you want to see?"

"You're my sister, it would be wrong," came the reply.

"Oh, go on! It'll only be you helping me out, and I won't tell." I was
horny now, and feeling flirty. I could see my brother was uncomfortable,
but he still had an erestion in his shorts, and instinctively knew he
wanted to see my young body. Even an eleven year old body would look better
than a picture in a magazine to a teenage boy.

"Come on - let me take my clothes off, you take a quick look and tell me
what you think. It won't do any harm," I said.

"OK," he agreed, "if it's helping you. Where do you want to do it?"

I suggested my mother's bedroom - it was bigger than the other rooms. I
followed him to the room, where he turned, hesistantly, and asked, "How're
we going to do this?"

"Hang on," I said, "you sit on the bed, and I'll come to you."

He sat on the bed, now seemingly conscious of his hard-on, trying to cover
it up by crossing his legs and putting his hands in his lap.

I lifted my top over my head, revealing my budding breasts and nipples,
still puffy from my love-making with Karen earlier. My brother's face
reddened, perhaps with embarrassment, perhaps with lust.

I slipped my jeans off, pulled my panties down and completely naked, walked
over to my brother and lay across his lap, bottom up. As he moved his hands
out from under me, I could feel his hard-on - my very first cock, and there
was only a pair of shorts between me and it.

My brother touched my arse, slowly stroking my upper leg. My pussy, wet
already, felt like it was dripping with cum. I opened my legs slightly to
give my brother a good view of my pussy.

"It looks OK to me," said my brother, shifting uncomfortably as his penis
seemed to get harder. I opened my legs even more.

"Take a good look, try touching me, just to make sure," I suggested. He
responded by running a finger down between my legs, stoppin gbriefly over
my anus before moving on to my pussy.

He ran his finger up and down my slit, softly at first, exploring my
wetness. His finger slipped just inside my pussy, opening me up. Boy, was I
wet now!

He moved his finger down to touch my clit, and I couldn't help moaning out
loud.

"That seems to be working OK," he said in a very quiet voice, "do you like
that?"

"Oh, yes - do that some more please," I replied, wanting more now.

His touch grew a little firmer, rubbing my clit with his middle finger
whilst his first finger entered my swollen pussy. I spread my legs further
to give him more access. By now, one leg was almost on the floor and my
whole cunt was obviously visible to my brother, who was beginning to breath
harder.

His finger pushed further into me, making me gasp. It felt great, even
though it was my brother. I knew deep down it was wrong, but if wrong felt
like this, I wanted it anyway.

He wriggled his finger about inside, about an inch or so. I felt so wet and
felt as if I was going to cum soon. In a surprise move, he moved his finger
from my pussy upto the entrance of my anus. I jumped a little, but relaxed
again as he just massaged my anus with his finger, wet with my pussy juice.

"Thought I'd better check everything whilst I'm here," he laughed, but it
sounded as if he had a lump in his throat.

"That's OK, it feels nice too," I said, "but I prefer a finger in my
pussy."

He moved the finger rubbing my clit to my pussy, and gently pushed it in to
me again. At the same time, he increased the pressure on my anus, but
realising his finger wasn't wet enough for that, quickly slipped it back to
my pussy, before continuing his anus exploration.

I pushed my bum upwards, meeting both of his fingers. I gasped as his
finger entered my anus. I had never thought that my anus was sexy, but I
was quite happy to discover that it felt great. Something else I would have
to try with Karen, sooner rather than later.

It didn't take long before I came - moaning and groaning as he caressed my
nether regions.  It wasn't like Karen, who was soft and gentle, but harder,
more demanding. He began to pump his hips slightly, making me aware of his
hard-on again. I had to have a look.

"Are you OK?" he asked me.

"That was lovely, are you alright?" I replied.

"I'm fine, but you are crushing me a bit."

I rolled off him and sat next to him on the bed.

"Can I see your thingy?" I asked.

"You mean my cock," came the answer.

"I don't care what you call it, I just want to see it," I responded.
"After all, you have seen most of me - fair's fair you know."

He made some noise that seemed to agree with me, and slowly standing, undid
his shorts and let them drop to the floor. His cock sprang out in front of
him, suddenly released from its prison.

He turned to show me - I was still sitting on the bed and his cock was
right there in front of me. It looked like the pictures in his magazines,
but not as big. He had a few hairs around it - more than I had, but not
that many really. His balls looked a little swollen and the tip of his cock
glistened with something, but I wasn't sure what.

I reached out to touch it, it switched as I did so. My brother gave out an
involuntary groan, which I guessed meant he liked my touch. Getting braver,
I grasped it behind the head - my hand went just round the stem - and
pulled it back. The foreskin eased back over the head, moistened by the
juice around the head.

"Is that good?" I asked.

"What do you think?" said my brother, "that feels great! Careful though, or
you'll make me cum."

"Can I? I'd really like to see that." I grinned, thinking this day was just
getting better and better.

"OK, but let me sit down again."

With that, he sat back down next to me again, and I grabbed his cock once
more. Gently, I pulled the foreskin back again, interested in what it
looked like under the skin, so to speak. His cock head was smooth, with a
slit out of which dripped more of the juice that seemed to make him
slippery.

As I began to rub his cock up and down, my brother laid back onto the
bed. I had full access now, and started to really wank him. It was uncanny,
but I felt I knew what to do. It didn't take long for my brother to
cum. His cock spurted this milky white fluid overhis stomach. He groaned in
pleasure - I glanced at his face to see his eyes shut tight - he looked a
bit weird, all screwed up as he came and came for what seemed ages.

Eventually, he stopped leaking cum over his stomach, and relaxed. His
stomach and chest were covered in gobs of his cum. I put my finger in one
of the pools of cum - it felt warm. I lifted my finger to my mouth, tasting
the milky fluid carefully at first, but quickly licking off the salty-sweet
cum with my tongue. I prefered the taste of Karen's cum, but this wasn't
bad - I could get to like this, I thought.

"Look at the mess you've made," I said, "does your cock always do that?"

Opening his eyes, my brother replied that it didn't always make that much
cum, it must have been my hand that made it cum like that.

I puffed my chest out with pride. This was such a great day!

"Pass me a tissue please," asked my brother, "I need to clean this up."

"What do you need a tissue for when you've got me?" I said, and before he
could answer, I lent over and started to lick his cum from his young body.

"Do you like that?" he asked.

"It's not bad," I said in between lapping his cum, "can I get some more?"

"Not now, my cock can't do that again for a while, and besides, mum will be
back from work soon. I think we ought to get dressed and forget about this
for a while."

Whilst he had obviously enjoyed our little exploration, he was very flushed
and somewhat flustered.

"Don't worry," I reassured him, "I'm not going to tell anyone about this."
(Except Karen when I got the chance, but I wasn't going to tell him that).

I gave his half-hard cock a gentle squeeze, and then, grabbing my clothes,
ran out the door into my room. I heard him follow me down the hall and go
into his bedroom. I knew he kept a diary, and wondered how he was going to
write this up.

Later that evening, as I laid in bed, gently rubbing my pussy, I thought
over the events of the day. It had been great kissing and being sexy with
Karen, and it had been a real turn-on letting my big brother touch me and
then making him cum.

As I dozed off into a deep sleep, my last thoughts that night were to
wonder if I would get the chance to do this again....

Next time, Claire and Karen continue their love-making after Claire tells
Karen about her brother and his cock.

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