I had not seen my brother in over five years. As kids, we were always pretty close and got along well, unlike a lot of friends I knew while growing up, who never seemed to get along with their brothers or sisters. Now, after living on the West Coast for several years and going through a particularly trying divorce, I was returning to my home town in New England. Mom and Dad had passed away some years ago but my brother still had the family home, which included a fair amount of wooded acreage. My brother, Mike, was a year and a half older than me and said there was plenty of room at the house if I wanted to come there after the divorce was over. The more I thought about it the more I thought it was a good idea. To be able to take some time and relax and decide what I wanted to do with myself.
Mike would be picking me up at the airport and I could hardly believe I’d be seeing him again in about an hour. I let my memories drift back to our childhoods and thought about our parents and places we used to go and things we used to do.
When we were kids, Mom and Dad had fixed up a sort of recreation and entertainment room downstairs in the basement. It had a couch, a couple of card tables and bookcases down there with board games, a stereo, a TV with a VCR and a small library of books and video tapes, so we kids often spent a lot of time down there, especially in the winter.
I don’t know what made me think about it but I found myself remembering a short period when I was about eleven or twelve that Mike and I began to develop some curiosity about each others bodies and sex in general. It started out as simple ‘show me yours and I’ll show you mine’ games and ‘playing doctor’ that I suppose most siblings go through at some time and included some mutual fondling of each other. Mike was about thirteen or so and had started getting erections and it seemed that he was perpetually hard when we got naked with each other. His was the first cock I’d ever seen and also the first one I’d touched. Once, while sitting in front of him, I spread my legs and asked where the guy puts his ‘thing’ when they have sex. Neither of us really knew and Mike looked real close at my pussy and poked his finger into me saying that he thought this opening was where it goes.
One night, while we were playing around with each other, I lay on my back and spread my legs wide and said, “Fuck me!” Michael looked and asked, “Really?”
“Come on!” I said, “Fuck me! I want to see what it feels like.”
Michael got on his knees, between my legs, and rubbed his hard-on against my pussy, and then he actually started to push the head of his cock into me when he pulled back and told me he was afraid of getting me pregnant. We were both too inexperienced and na? to realize that because I had not started having periods, I wouldn’t have got pregnant.
The pilot’s announcement to fasten our seatbelts in preparation for landing brought me back to the present and I realized I’d gotten a bit wet between my legs in thinking about these old memories.
Michael was waiting for me at the airport and greeted me with a big hug. We got my luggage and walked out to the car to drive home. I told him I was hungry and that we should stop and get something to bring home for dinner, but since neither of us felt like cooking, we decided on pizza. While he waited for the pizza, I went across the street to a liquor store and picked out a few bottles of wine.
When we got home I took my bags up to, what used to be my old bedroom and changed into some panties and an over sized t-shirt. I was tired and wanted to relax.
When I came down stairs, Michael exclaimed, “Wow, look at those sexy legs! Are you wearing anything under that?” I just laughed a little and said, “Of course I am. I just want to be comfortable. It’s been a long day and a long trip.”
Mike had the pizzas on the kitchen table and opened a bottle of wine and poured a couple of glasses. “When did you take to wine?” Michael asked. I explained that I used to go wine tasting at some of the wineries in California and had developed a taste for Chardonnay. By the time we had finished eating I was into my third glass of wine and starting to feel pretty relaxed. I was also starting to think about the effects of my nostalgic memories back on the plane, concerning my brother and me, during our pre-pubescent, younger days when Mike asked if I wanted to take the wine down to the rec room and maybe watch a movie and hang out for the evening. “The rec room is still downstairs?” I asked with some surprise. “Yeah, Said Michael, Me and my friends often hang out down there to drink beer and watch the baseball games.”
“Let’s go!” I replied as I grabbed the wine. “Go ahead,” he said, “I’ll be down in a few minutes. I’d like to change into something more comfortable.”
It seemed strange to walk into that room and see it almost as I remembered it. When Michael came downstairs he was dressed more like me, with a loose shirt and a pair of boxer shorts. We just turned on the radio for music as we talked and caught up on things such as the latest gossip of who was still around and who ended up with whom since high school.
It had been a pretty warm day and there was no air conditioning in the house so Michael said, “It’s hot in here, I don’t know about you but I’m taking my shirt off.” He pulled off his shirt, then looked at me and said, “Too bad you can’t”. “I could if I wanted to!” I replied. “There’s nothing to see anyway. I’m just as flat as I was when we were kids.” He agreed saying,”Yeah, you always were the most flat-chested girl in the school. On the other hand, since you got no tits, go ahead and take off your shirt, if you’re too hot.”
“I’ve still got nice puffy nipples!” I told him. To which he replied, “Yeah, I can see that, and it looks like their trying to come through that shirt!”
It must have been the effects of the wine because all of a sudden I said, “Fine!” And I pulled my shirt off. The look on his face was priceless and he said “WOW! I had no idea that such itty bitty almost non-existent titties could be so sexy!” At the same time, he reached out and touched both of my, now perky nipples between his fingers. “Hey, watch it!” I said. “You might get me excited.” What I didn’t tell him was that I was already feeling pretty frisky and his tweaking my titties just increased my excitement level.
Perhaps it went back to the days when we used to play naked together or maybe it’s partially related to the fact that I am so flat-chested that I have always been a little bit of an exhibitionist with my pussy, possibly to make up for my lack of tits. Back in college, I would often go out with my girlfriends wearing a short skirt and no panties. From time to time I would intentionally give a clear view of my hairless little treasure to some guy and watch his face. Some men get all beside themselves and I always get turned on, knowing that some man across from me at a party or on a train or in a caf?s seeing my pussy and thinks I don’t know that I’m exposing myself to him.
On a couple of occasions, it has led to some pretty intense, spontaneous sex with a virtual stranger and once, with two men, in a van in the parking lot of a club. And I never even knew their names. I guess that makes me sound like a slut but I’ve got no regrets about my sex life. I did settle down after I got married but he turned out to be a jerk and now I am single again and sitting here, with my brother, in nothing but a tiny pair of panties that hugged the lips of my cunt so closely that I may as well have been naked.
Mike looked down at my panties and remarked, “Nice camel toe! If those panties were any tighter I’d see your pubic hairs right through them.”
I sipped my wine and said, “I don’t have pubic hair.” That seemed to catch him off guard, so I told him that, even before I got married, I’d bought a new bikini and when I tried it on and stood in front of the mirror, I could see hair sticking out and thought it wasn’t real pretty. So the next time I was in the shower and shaving my legs, I decided to clean up my bikini lines but then I got carried away and just shaved everything, and kept it that way ever since.
“Everything?” He asked, with a grin. “Yes.” I replied, “Everything!
By now Michael was looking at me with a funny look on his face and said he would have never thought I’d do that. Noticing the obvious bulge in his boxers, I decided to have a little fun and as I poured another glass of wine for each of us, I cautiously asked him, “Do you remember what you and I used to do down here?” He got a huge grin on his face and said that he had thought about asking me that same question but decided to wait and told me he actually does think about it, like every time he masturbates! I laughed and almost did a spit-take with my wine. “You think about me when you masturbate? How often is that?” I asked him. “You’d be surprised, he said. After all, I’m a single guy living here by myself, you know!”
Now I was really starting to feel aroused, though I knew it had to be partly from the wine, and I could feel my pussy starting to get wet.
“Really!” I replied, “How flattering.” Then I upped it a notch and said, “You know, keeping myself shaved smooth, I look like a twelve year old, between my legs. You’d probably like it.” By now, his boxers looked like a circus tent so I decided to help him out and asked him, “Would you like to see it?” I though he was going to fall over as he said, “Do I want to see it? You have to ask? Of course I want to see it!”
Until now, we had been sitting at opposite ends of the small couch, but now I moved closer to him and got up on my knees and, resting my hands on his shoulders, said, “Here, pull my panties down.”
I thought he was going to have a heart attack right there but what he couldn’t have known was that I felt as though I was on fire. I wanted to expose myself to him so bad I couldn’t believe it as he reached up and slipped his fingers into the waistband of my tiny bikini panties and drew them down. His eyes were just locked on my pussy as he said, “Dang, Brenda! You look gorgeous!” Now that I was naked, in front of him, I could feel my pussy getting wetter by the minute. “Feel how smooth it is”, I said. He immediately cupped my pussy with his hand and I, instinctively, thrust my hips forward, against his touch.
“Geeez, Sis! You’re already so wet, you’re practically dripping!”
“Finger me!” I said as I released a small moan of pleasure, “oh, yeah… go ahead, finger me!” “OH YES! That feels so good!” I cried as he slipped two fingers up between the lips of my cunt and into my vagina.
He told me to lie back on the couch and as I did, he grabbed my panties and slipped them completely off, tossing them onto the floor. He then grabbed my feet and spread my legs open and moved in close. Letting go of me, he pulled his own pants down, revealing his throbbing erection and tight balls. I could see some pre-cum already releasing from his cock and was ready for him to fuck me right then and there but instead, he grabbed his cock and began stroking it.
“I’m on the pill, if you want to stick it in me.” I told him. He kept stroking his cock and moved in as close as he could and said, “We can fuck later. Right now I’m totally turned on by you watching me. I’ve always wished I’d discovered masturbating when we were kids thinking how exciting it would have been to do this in front of you, and now I’ve got my chance! DANG, I feel like my cock is going to burst at the seams!”
I reached down and began fingering myself and it didn’t take long before I could feel an orgasm building. Reaching up with my other hand I wrapped my fingers around Mike’s balls and fondled him as he suddenly cried, “Oh Shit, Sis… I’m cumming, as a load of sperm erupted from his cock. The first spurt landed across my tits and then he finished milking himself onto my stomach and pussy. As I continued masturbating I asked Michael, “Do you like my pussy?” “Oh yeah!” He answered, “I really do!”
“Look at it, Michael!” I panted as I continued working my clit and spread my legs as wide as I could for him, “Look at my pussy and watch me masturbate!”
I could see that he was already getting hard again. “I want to fuck your pussy while you masturbate.” He said, and I watched as he moved to enter me with his erection sticking straight out and suddenly, I felt myself Cumming with a force I hadn’t felt in ages, then I could feel the head of Michael’s cock pushing into my vagina. It was as if we had both been waiting years for this moment and I wrapped my legs around him to pull him into me and cried, “Go for it! Fuck me and cum in me! I want to feel you cum inside me!”
He must have been as excited as I was because within a couple of minutes, I could feel his cock swelling to where it felt as if it was filling my insides and I knew he was about to cum. Then he suddenly pushed his cock hard and deep into my vagina and I could feel the inner warmth as his balls pumped a load of hot sperm into me.
We lay there on the couch for a while, neither of us talking until he finally asked, “How long did you say you wanted to stay here?” We looked at each other and both began laughing.
“Too bad there’s no bathroom down here.” I said. Mike looked at me and replied, “Just go out back, if you just have to pee. That’s what my friends and I do. Hell, we don’t have any neighbors so it doesn’t matter if we’re naked. I thought about it and said, “Come with me, and grab some of those napkins.”
We went outside through the back basement door. It felt good to be naked outside and the cool air really had my nipples sticking out and I saw that Michael just couldn’t take his eyes off me. There was a grassy area, out behind the house with some logs around it and a fire pit in the middle. I grabbed a small spade that was next to the fire pit and went around to the outside of the log circle and told Michael to come around and watch me. Using the spade, I quickly scraped out a shallow hole in the soft dirt and then, sitting against the side of log I spread my legs so Michael could clearly see my pussy and soon released a stream of pee into the shallow hole I’d made. Mike seemed to be mesmerized by the sight of me peeing. When I was finished, I said, “You’ve got the napkins, come over here and wipe me.” Mike came over and used the tissues to wipe and dry my pussy. “I’ve never done this,” He said. “Well I’ve never had a guy wipe and dry my pussy after peeing.” I replied.
When he was done, he knelt down in front of the shallow hole and began to pee into it. I got a trill from watching him and told him that I’d like to hold his cock for him sometime when he’s peeing.
We went back inside the house and I said I was feeling hungry again so we decided to go upstairs and have some more pizza. I picked up my over sized t-shirt and put it on but didn’t bother to put my panties on. Mike also put his shirt on without his boxers. His shirt was almost long enough to cover things but as we went up the stairs I would see an occasional glimpse of his cock. I thought it was so hot and titillating that my pussy started to get wet again.
Mike grabbed some pizza out of the fridge and asked if I wanted it cold or hot, so I told him to warm it up. He turned on the oven and put the pizza in on a pan and said it will just take a few minutes. “Good!” I said, “Because I’ve got something for you.”
Dropping down on my knees, I lifted his shirt and took his cock and wrapped my lips around it. As I sucked on his cock I could feel it begin to respond almost immediately. Feeling my brother’s cock growing inside my mouth from a flaccid penis to a raging hard-on has got to be one of the most erotic thrills I have ever had. I could feel his cock becoming so rigid that I knew it wouldn’t take long to get him off so I wrapped one hand around the shaft to stroke him as I sucked him and cradled his balls in my other hand and fondled him. A moment later he grabbed the back of my head and loudly moaned my name as he literally face fucked me and his cock began spurting his cum into my mouth. I looked up at him as I swallowed his load and smiled when I saw that his eyeballs were practically rolled back in his head.
That night we decided there was no reason for us to sleep in separate rooms and we slept naked in each others arms. I felt really secure when I spooned up with my back against him and he wrapped his arms around me. I woke up the next morning to the feel of his hard cock sliding up into my pussy from behind while he fingered my clit until I had an incredibly intense orgasm and felt the heat, deep inside me as he released another load of hot sperm into my pussy. Rolling me over onto my back, he kissed me on one of my, now perky nipples, sending a shiver though me. And then he did something I didn’t expect. He kissed me on the lips. I, personally, would have never thought of French kissing my brother. Not that I think it’s gross but I just would not have thought of kissing my brother in that way. But now, as he kissed me, and I felt his tongue probe at my lips, I opened my mouth, without thinking about it, and returned his kiss in the same way, and in doing so, began to feel an emotional bond to him that went far beyond that of brother and sister and I knew that we had begun a new chapter in our lives.