I loved kissing him, though. I loved sucking his tongue and having mine sucked by him. I imagined him fitting perfectly into me and our bodies fitted together as if we were made for each other.
We continued to kiss and moan and whisper to each other. He turned me on so fucking totally. My entire body was eager for him. My breasts were screaming to be unleashed so that he could play with them and suck on them as Daddy had done.
I broke our kiss and rolled to the side of the bed and sat on the edge. I was panting. I knew my panties were wet and I was fighting not to just take my clothes off right then and there and let him do anything and everything he wanted to me.
“Pammy, please. What’s wrong?” he gasped. He was panting from excitement. “It’s not like I’m going to take your virginity!” He laughed, but it wasn’t funny.
I couldn’t lie to him. What was the point of letting him think I was still a virgin? If I knew we would never… But what if we did? Why was I allowing my mind to even entertain this thought? But what if, in a moment of mutual weakness, we did do it? I didn’t want to ruin THAT moment by him finding out THEN! Did I?
“You’re too late for that. That ship has sailed,” I said flatly. I immediately saw the hurt in his eyes. “Jeff, you’re not a virgin. Why should I be?”
He didn’t say anything at all. I think he tried to say something and didn’t trust what might come out of his mouth. But I could tell he was hurt. He didn’t have a right to be, but he was. So why did it bother him? Why did it bother me? Yet, it did.
He swallowed, looking uncomfortable. “When?… I’m not going to ask details. None of my business, but…”
“Not long,” I said. “I do date, you know. It’s not like we…,” I didn’t know what I wanted to say or what I could say. I didn’t want this to be a barrier that would further separate us.
“I don’t have any right to question you, Pammy. It just never crossed my mind that you would do it before marriage. You always said you wouldn’t.”
“And you said the same thing!” I tried to smile a little. “I still think sex… intercourse… is a very sacred and precious thing. I do. I’m not a slut. I only did it with one guy,” I explained. Why was I even telling him this? The less said, the better.
“Me too. Just one girl. And I thought about you.”
Was he hinting for me to tell him that I thought about him? I wasn’t touching that. I certainly wasn’t going to lie. I lay down with him, my back to him, thinking that he might roll over and spoon me. He did. It felt so natural – so familiar. It felt right. We didn’t speak for a while. It crossed my mind that I should get up and get out of this awkward situation. I was torn, of course. My body and my mind were having a cage match. My body was winning, but my mind was putting up a good fight. It wasn’t helping that I could feel his hard-on pressed into my butt crack.
Then his hand was under my shirt and stroking my tummy. It felt good. It had occurred to me earlier that my period was a few days away because I was experiencing some slight pre-menstrual cramps.
I knew he wouldn’t be satisfied with just my tummy. I knew that he wanted to play with my breasts and I was dying for him to, but I knew that would lead to a lot more, now that both of us had gone all the way.
I jumped out of bed. “I’m going for a run. Do you want to come?”
He laughed and quoted our favorite TV show, The Office. “That’s what she said!” We both laughed.
I grinned, “Are you coming, Big Brother?” I said as teasingly as I could.
“That’s what she asked!” he smiled. “Let me get my shoes on and I’ll run, too. How far do you go?”
“I’ve been doing two miles, but I haven’t run in over a week,” I replied.
“I think I can do two miles,” he said as he grabbed his running shoes. “I haven’t been running as much lately.”
That had once been our routine. 4 or 5 days a week. Anywhere from 2 to 5 miles. We had both run track in high school. We had also played basketball, and we still had a goal next to the driveway.
Soon we were underway. He told me to lead, teasing me by saying that he liked to watch me from behind. So we ran. It felt good, but I could tell that my breathing wasn’t as steady as it normally was when I was running regularly. We ran a little over 2 miles before collapsing in patio chairs, out by the pool.
“That was fun, Sis,” he said. “I hope we can do this a lot this summer.”
“I do too!” I enthused. It was nice to be able to look forward to doing something with him that did not involve sexual tension. “I’m heading for the shower,” I announced.
When I got to the bathroom I discarded my clothes and started to lock the door that went into his room. But I decided against it. After all, I mused, he might need to use the bathroom. Or he might need a towel!
I was soaping up when I heard the bathroom door open. Had I expected it? It certainly was not a surprise.
“Sis,” he said, “I’m all sweaty. No need to waste water!” And with that, he was drawing the curtain back and stepping into the shower with me. FUCK! He was gorgeous, naked. His cock was already stiffening. He grabbed the body wash and began to rub it all over his body.
I was making no attempt to protest. He was gazing at my body and I was glad. I wanted him to look. I wanted him to lust. I wanted to drive him crazy with desire and need. Of course we weren’t going to do anything! Were we? We were just going to give each other this little pleasure. Just look. Don’t touch! This would have been unthinkable before I had sex with Daddy. That had changed everything. Now I was proudly letting my own brother see my naked body and I was gazing at his with unabashed lust.
“Are these new developments, Pammy?” he asked as he gazed at my breasts.
“You tell me, Big Brother. Do they look bigger?”
“Maybe not, but they’re the best ones I ever saw,” he said. “Of course I never saw them totally naked before… that you knew, anyway,” he laughed.
I looked down at his swollen cock, forcing myself not to grab it. It looked almost as big as Daddy’s, but perhaps not as thick. I couldn’t resist. “How long is that thing, Jeff? Good gracious!”
“Oh just a few inches!” he smirked. “It’s big enough to do the job.”
“Oh? What job is that, Big Brother?” I breathed. The proximity to my sexy, naked brother, and our teasing banter had made me much more breathless than our earlier run.
“Oh, you know. I can pee without dribbling on my shoes… for instance,” he teased.
“Oh!” I said as I turned to let the shower spray my back.
He immediately started rubbing body wash on my shoulders and back. I knew he would find an excuse to touch me. I expected it. I backed into him, his hard cock now against my naked bottom. FUCK, it felt like it was burning me. As if scripted… and I suppose it was, in a way, his hands came around my body and grasped my slick, soapy breasts.
YESSSS. Oh it felt so good. He seemed to know just how to squeeze them. He knew just when to tweak the nipples and with exactly the right amount of pressure.
I reached back, unable to control my urge any longer. I grasped his cock, already slick with his pre-cum, as well as the remnants of the body wash that had not been rinsed off. “Oh, Jeff, it feels HUGE!” What man doesn’t want a woman to brag on the size of his cock? But I wasn’t just trying to compliment him. It was BIG!
Jeff turned me toward him as I continued to play with his cock, reaching down to heft his balls, knowing deep down inside that, one way or any another, I was going to help him empty them. Who, THE FUCK, was I kidding? Was there any possible way that I could let this gorgeous man, whom I loved unconditionally, be available to me and not take advantage? I WANTED HIM and HE WANTED ME. Of course, we didn’t have to fuck. There were thousands of glorious things that we could do for and to each other without THAT. We kissed. Our tongues fucked each other’s mouths and I stroked his cock and he massaged my breasts and reached down to feel how wet my pussy was FOR HIM!
I realized that I had suppressed my desire for him. I think I had known that, once I turned 18 years old, that something was going to happen between us. I had tried not to think about it and, when Daddy and I had had sex, I had assumed that would be enough for me and that nothing would ever happen between me and Jeff. Now I couldn’t imagine something NOT happening!
We managed to disengage long enough to rinse off and dry off. I wrapped my towel around me and asked, “want a sandwich?” I teased.
“Got any pimento cheese?” he grinned. “Yeah, go fix me one.”
“Fuck you,” I grinned as I led him into my room.
We lay on my bed, kissing, me still wrapped in my towel, he totally naked. He opened my towel and kissed my breasts, very tenderly; then, in turned, he licked each nipple wetly and softly. “Oh, baby, your tits drive me crazy!”
I thrust them up at him. “Oh, Jeffy, that feels soooooo goooood. I’ve imagined you doing this! If you keep doing that, I’m going to cum.”
There was no going back. My breasts were the key to my sexuality. It was obvious. I lay back and let him suckle my breasts to his heart’s content. One hand was gently massaging my breasts, first one, then the other, as his other hand stroked my tummy, then lower, until his fingers were dragging across my pubis, my clit and the swollen lips of my saturated pussy. As he gently bit one nipple, he looked into my eyes as he began gently massaging my clit.
“FUCKKKKKKKKK, Jeffy. You know what to do so gooood! You’re so good to your little sister,” I moaned, lost in the intense pleasure he was giving me.
He got on all fours and straddled me, then lay with his body partially on me, his face next to mine. “Your Big Brother loves you, Little Sister,” he whispered as we began kissing again.
I could feel the moist trail of his cock as he moved. I reached down and stroked it. It was wet and slick with his pre-cum. I had marveled many times at how perfectly our bodies are created. Men and women both naturally create lubrication so that the sex act is pleasurable. Knowing that our bodies had prepared themselves for intercourse – with EACH OTHER – had always driven me absolutely crazy with lust. My body craved him. I was a woman now. Somewhat experienced, too.
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