Date: Mon, 25 Jan 2010 02:09:46 -0500
From: James Morgan <james_morgan@live.com>
Subject: Just Once Part 1

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction, and in now way does it reflect
the author or the website's feelings on relations in anyway.

--Just once--

I guess it all started at the beginning of tenth grade. I was fifteen, and
living with my family in a small city called Branston. It was me, my mom
and dad, my older sister, and my two older brothers.

I was starting to get that age where boys finally took notice of me. That
summer I had grown two inches in height, and a full cup size. Things were
finally starting to go my way, but what I failed to see was that one of the
boys noticing me was my older brother, Alan.

Alan was seventeen. A well enough like boy, in school he did well and
played on a couple sports teams. Lacross and football I remember to be his
things. Countless times I could recall in my head watching him and the rest
of his team break down field, sweating and panting over a ball. I kind of
thought it was a little foolish, honestly.

It was about a week into the new school year that Alan made his move.

"Hey sis." He said, his hand running through that smooth brown hair.

"Hey." I said back, taking notice of how lean and muscular he had become
over the years.  After all, I myself was just blossoming, and I took notice
in boys as often as they took in me.

"Are you heading home now?" Alan asked, indicating my full bag of
books. "Practice was cancelled today, so I can give you a ride."

"Great." I said happily, picking up my bag. "I was hoping that I could
avoid riding the bus."

Alan chuckled lightly. "Here, let me help you Tam."

Alan took my bag, and I thanked him, unable to hold back a blush. I
remembered all the times I had waited up and thought about when I would
have a boy carry my books down the hall for me. I guess I never figured
it'd be my brother.

The ride home was fine, although the open window shook my straight blond
locks up a bit.  Nothing I couldn't fix with a comb as we piled out of the
small car and inside.

Usually I was the only one home after school - Alan usually had sports,
Kyle spent more time away from home than at - and Marissa had "University
preparation study sessions".

"Looks like it's just me and you until mom get home, Tamara." Alan
declared, tossing his duffel bag onto the landing.

I looked over at him, slightly curious. We both knew that the statement had
been rather obvious - even for Alan. Not to mention that he called me by my
whole name, something that members of my family rarely did.

I wanted to ask about his behaviour, but really I couldn't come up with
anything so peculiar that it needed explaining. When I glanced over at him,
he was shirtless.

"Alan?" I yelped, my eyes unable to help themselves greedily scan over his
toned torso.

"I'm gonna grab a shower." Alan said bluntly, as if it was the most obvious
thing in the world. I blushed and nodded my understanding, and Alan passed
by with a self congragu- latory smirk.

It wasn't long until Alan returned. In the short time the boy had showered,
I had busied myself by browsing the television channels. I was about to
give up on finding anything good to watch, when Alan came down the
stairs. This time he was only wearing a small towel that reached to his
knee's, and everything else was misted with water. The light seemed to
catch the droplets and refelct off of his front, accentuating each of his
perfectly carved muscles.

"A-A-Ala-..." I stammered, unable to say my brother's name and finally
letting it drop.

"What's up?" Alan asked, raising both arms as if in giving me a show - a
very hot show.

"Wh-what are you doing?" I finally managed to ask.

"I'm getting something to eat." Alan said matter-of-factly, moving to the
fridge and drawing out an apple. I watched each movement with anticipation,
almost as if my mind was willing that towel to fall.

And as if in some miraculous event that I gained supernatural powers, the
towel fell.

"Hoh!" I gasped, my eyes bulging to look closer upon what was hidden
beneath. Despite being wet, Alan's member hung slightly erect and at a very
impressive length. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the eight inches of
circumsized cock, and before I realized it, I was sitting on the edge of
the couch for a closer look.

Meanwhile, Alan had made no movement to retrieve the towel, and his telling
smile revealed that he had wanted such a reaction.

"Like what you see, Tamara?" Alan asked, flexing and making his cock jump
slightly.

After a moment longer of my eyes lingering, I found Alan's face in my
view. "Alan. What are you doing?" I asked, accidently slipping a glance at
his cock again.

"I want you Tam." Alan said, walking over and leaning in towards me. I
recoiled, leaning back on the couch until I was pressed between it and my
brother's wet body. "I can't help it anymore Tamara - I've wanted you since
I can remember ever wanting a girlfriend."

I blushed, but found the strength to look away. "Alan, we're siblings - we
can't do such a thing."

Alan huffed. "Just once." He asked, his hand finding my leg and sliding
dangerously close to where my two 'walking sitcks' met. "I know you want it
as much as I do." At that sente- ment, he grinded his naked crotch against
mine, sliding beneath my kilt and brusing against my now-wet cotton
panties.

"Just once..." Alan breathed.

After a long pause, I spoke.

"Just once."

It seemed like a momentary blur, and before I knew it, both me and Alan
were naked, me pinned between him and the couch cushions. His hands slid
gently along my pale skin, finding my perky breasts and cupping them in his
hands. He lathered my neck in rough kisses, leaving hickeys in some spots
before moving on.

Then, the next thing I knew, I felt him pressing his length inside of me.

"Oh!" I groaned, his hard member sliding completely inside of my
pussy. Instantly waves of pain and pleasure washed over me, but in the next
moment, it was only the ladder.

"Oh!" I said again, this time more of a moan than a groan.

Alan began rhytmically thrusting into me, his lean body pushing mine deep
against the couch before pulling out, each thrust harder and faster than
the last. In a minute's time, only the sound of skin slapping skin reached
my ears - that and my screams of pleasure as my brother penetrated deeper
and deeper inside of me on the family couch.

Then, there was a great wave of pleasure and satisfaction as I felt myself
orgasm.  SImultaneously, I felt my brother tense up before blowing his hot
load of cum inside my pussy, my whole body crawling with a warm fullness.

"Oh... god..." I gasped, my breasts heaving up and down as I tried to catch
my breath.  Looking up at Alan then, one of the most haunting questions of
my life occured to me.

Just once?

--To be continued in: Just once - Part 2.

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