“The fucking dickhead,” said Matt explosively. “Anything could have happened to you. If I get my hands on him, I’ll…” His voice trailed off, then he shrugged in irritation. “I don’t know what I’ll do, but I’m sure I can think of something.” His tone was low but savage.
I was warmed by my brother’s obvious concern for me. “It’s OK, Matt, I was in luck. I was close to the diner. Tommy Jensen and his date were there and they gave me a lift home.”
Matt came across and hugged me. “Never mind, sis, you’re home now. Do you want a warm milk or a hot cocoa?”
The words were out before I realised what I was saying. “A warm man with a hard cock would be more use, Matt, I’m still horny and I’m damned frustrated!”
“Is there anything I can do?” Matt asked, startled.
I’m pretty sure he meant it innocently, in the sense of listening or something, but I looked at him for a moment, my mind racing. “Yes, there is,” I said softly. “I’m horny as hell and I need relief, Matt. I won’t fuck you, partly because you’re my brother, partly because I’m still a virgin, but will you help me?” I held my breath, trembling inwardly. I wanted this, brother or not. Hell, I needed something!
Matt managed to keep his face impassive and looked at me solemnly for a long, long moment, then he smiled. “Yes,” he said gently, “but you’ll have to show me what you want.”
I smiled back at him. “That, Matthew, will be my pleasure.” I held out my hand to him. “Come on, upstairs.” We went up, hand in hand, to my bedroom, where I quickly drew the drapes and switched on the bedside light. I turned to Matt and held out my arms. “Come here and kiss me. Forget that I’m your sister and pretend I’m your girlfriend.”
Matt came and took me in his arms and I turned my lips up for his kiss. Gentle at first, brotherly, but I wanted more and let my lips part, let my tongue play against his, until a fire took us and we were devouring each other. Matt broke the kiss suddenly, shuddering. He stared at me for a moment, and then smiled.
“You certainly are horny, sis. There is no doubt about that!” He reached out and gently stroked my cheek. “What next?”
“I think it would be a good idea to get naked, Matt, don’t you? Yes, of course you do, your jeans are getting far too tight, aren’t they?” I giggled as I ran my index finger along the fascinating bulge in his jeans. “Shall I undress, or do you want to undress me?” I chuckled. “You always did want to see me naked, didn’t you?”
Matt grinned, then sobered. “Karen?” he said seriously, “I want your help, too.” He grimaced. “Pretend for a minute that you’re my girlfriend, OK?”
“OK. Now what?”
“We’re about to make love and we don’t want clothes to come between us. Would you want to undress yourself, or be undressed?”
I laughed. “Could depend on the circumstances, Matt. I might want to turn you on by stripping for you, or I might want to tease you by making you undress me.”
Matt groaned. “Torture either way. But here and now, which would you prefer?”
“Undress me, Matt, but be gentle with me.”
Matt took my hand and kissed it, then reached out gently and slowly unfastened the buttons of my blouse, gazing into my eyes and smiling faintly as he did so. I felt a wave of warmth pass over me and a familiar tingle in my pussy. As he unfastened the last button Matt looked down at me and slowly opened my blouse. My nipples were as hard as pebbles by now and were pressing against the lace of my bra cups. Matt pushed the blouse back off my shoulders and I shrugged and let it slide down my arms to the floor.
Matt smiled at me, and then reached to the clasp of my bra, unfastening it neatly with a deft twirl of thumb and finger that had me suddenly wondering where he had learned. The front of my bra fell[K. A.1] open and my tits jiggled, loosened from their confinement. The bra was still covering me to an extent and Matt reached out, his hands shaking, and gently pulled the straps from my shoulders. I let them slide down my arms and was suddenly bare to the waist before my brother.
There was obvious admiration in Matt’s eyes and I basked in it for a moment. “Like them?” I asked.
“They’re beautiful,” he said, his voice hoarse and throaty. “May I touch?”
I nodded, my throat tight, and Matt brought his hands up to gently cup my tits, his thumbs riding lightly over the nipples. I moaned softly and felt my pussy getting even wetter. I took Matt’s hand and put it to the fastening of my skirt. He smiled and flipped the button open, then slid the zipper slowly down. As the skirt came open it fell and I stepped neatly out of it. Matt’s face was a picture as he gazed at my hairless and pantieless crotch.
“Where…?” he began.
I giggled. “Still in Dave’s car, as far as I know,” I said. I pirouetted. “Do you like?”
“You’re beautiful, Karen,” he said sincerely.
I stopped my pirouette. “Now you,” I said. “Undress or be undressed?”
“Undress me, please,” he said.
I complied eagerly, pulling at his belt and the fastening to his jeans, pushing his jeans down then off after a struggle with his shoes getting in the way. His shorts were tented out by something huge and wonderful and I rubbed the back of my hand against it. Matt groaned and I laughed, then took the hem of his t-shirt and raised it over his head. As my arms reached up, my tits were pressed against Matt’s chest and his arms closed around me as they came free from his t-shirt. He kissed me passionately, mashing my lips against my teeth. I tasted blood and kissed him back just as fiercely, dropping my hands to his prick and squeezing it.
Matt groaned and I dropped to my knees and tugged at the waistband of his shorts. They caught on his prick for a moment then came free and dropped to Matt’s ankles as his prick bounced free and hit me in the face. I gasped. It was noticeably bigger than Dave’s and so much prettier, the head almost purple, the veins on the shaft pulsing as his heart beat faster.
I put my tongue out and licked the head of his pole, then opened my mouth and took it in, swirling my tongue around the head. I let my teeth nip lightly at Matt’s beautiful prick, just below the crown, then took him as far into my mouth as I could, gagging as he hit the back of my throat. Hurriedly I eased back, pursing my lips so that as the crown of his prick passed my lips the glans was totally encircled and I maximised the sensations he was feeling. I hadn’t done very much cock sucking in the past but I was enjoying this, really enjoying it. Partly I think because I was in forbidden territory, sucking my brother’s prick. I didn’t know how long he could last but he didn’t seem to be hurting any.
Matt took a deep, shuddering breath, his fingers tight in my hair, holding me to him. I could feel him shaking as I knelt before him. He moaned slightly as I changed my rhythm, swirling my tongue from side to side as I moved my head back and forth. Matt began to move his hips, fucking my mouth. He groaned again. “God, it’s fantastic, your mouth is so hot.” He moaned, trembling. “You’re going to make me come soon, very soon. Do you want me in your mouth?” he managed to ask, almost coherently. I looked up at him, never ceasing my busy ministrations. My pussy was soaking and I could hardly bear to wait for his mouth to touch me there. I hoped desperately that he had some knowledge of what to do. I caught his eye and managed to nod without stopping my self-appointed task. He smiled briefly then closed his eyes as the sensations built. His fingers tightened spasmodically in my hair.
“I’m coming, sis,” he whispered hoarsely, “I’m coming, you’re making me come. I’m gonna come, baby, I’m gonna come.” Abruptly, he paused, and then thrust, his semen jetting to the back of my throat. I gagged and coughed, semen suddenly in my nose. I coughed again, then had to pull away from his still jetting prick, his jizz spraying onto my throat and tits as I coughed.
Gradually, we stilled. I swallowed the semen in my mouth, used my fingers to wipe my tits and licked the semen from my fingers. I smiled up at him. “Powerful stuff,” I said.
He grinned, a little shame-faced. “Sorry I made you choke, sis.”
I shook my head. “Worth it, Matt, that was fantastic.” I grinned up at him. “I’ve only sucked a few cocks, but yours is the best I’ve tasted. You’re going to make some wise girl very happy some day.” I reached out. “Help me up.” He took my hand and hauled me to my feet. I kissed him lightly. “Lie on the bed,” I said. “I’m just going to the bathroom to wipe myself down, then it’s your turn to eat me.” I leered at him, and then went to the bathroom.
I was back quickly. Matt was lying on my bed, looking thoughtful and infinitely desirable. I debated briefly with myself about letting him fuck me, but held to my original decision. I was going to lose my virginity to someone who was not my brother. Afterwards, well, I’d think about it. I didn’t communicate any of this to Matt, of course.
I went across to the bed and sat beside him, bending to give him a quick kiss on the lips. I looked at him and his lips quirked in his familiar smile. I laughed, happy, naked in my bedroom with my brother.
“Have you ever eaten pussy before, Matt?”
He shook his head ruefully. “Nope, sis, yours will be my first.” He grinned. “Not my last, I hope.”
“We’ll see,” I said to him, laughing. “Do you know what to do?”
“Approximately,” he replied. “I know the theory, but I’ve never been this close to a naked cunt before.”
“Matthew,” I said in mock anger. “That’s not a nice name to call your only sister. Move over,” I said. “I’ll show you.”
He moved aside and I lay back and spread my legs wide. His face was alive with curiosity as he studied my pussy. I was glad I was freshly shaved. For Dave, if the truth were known, but I had the feeling that Dave and I were finished. I didn’t like the side of his personality that had been revealed to me earlier. I fingered myself and Matt looked at me curiously.
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