Marc arrived home around four o’clock, his shirt soaked with sweat from his ten-mile run. He found me relaxing on our back patio, sipping a glass of chardonnay, enjoying the California sunset. He wasted no time before he started prying me with questions.
“So, did you get a hold of your brother?”
“Yes, Gary and I talked for a while. It was good to catch up with him,” I replied, offering no real details. “He said to tell you hello.”
“And?”
“And what?” I replied.
I knew perfectly well what Marc wanted to know. I am not sure why I was playing this silly game, but I decided to be a little difficult. I was going to make him work for the information he wanted.
“Did you discuss your history together? You know, what did you call it? ‘Your teenage journey of sexual exploration’ with your brother?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact, we did. We had a very nice stroll down memory lane, comparing each of our perceptions as to what happened, and who was the instigator. It was interesting, and somewhat enlightening, for both of us, actually.”
“And what did you two decide?” Marc was growing slightly impatient.
Since I had just had a very powerful orgasm on the phone with my brother about an hour and a half earlier, I was feeling pretty sassy and frisky. I felt like making Marc squirm a bit for the information he coveted. Truthfully, I can be a real ‘pain in the ass’ sometimes…this was one of those times.
I guess I like the feeling of control that goes with being a pain. Besides, I had not completely decided just how forthcoming I was going to be with Marc this evening, so I continued to be slightly evasive.
“Well, after a long discussion on the subject, Gary and I both concluded that yes, I had been the instigator. But we also agreed that we were both willing participants. Further to the point, after much debate, we agreed that there were no victims a decade ago…no one took advantage of anyone. We were just a couple of kids overcome with curiosity and hormones.”
“So, neither of you has any regrets?”
I thought to myself, Ah you devil. You asked a very good question.
“Well, that’s not completely accurate. I did express one minor regret,” I confessed.
After having to correct my ‘fib’ of the other night, where I initially denied having had any teenage sexual contact with my brother, I was determined not to lie about anything now. I might not volunteer some information, but anything I did say would be truthful. I did not want to have to ‘walk back’ any dishonest statements later; so I was determined to speak the truth now.
“I see…so what regrets did you discuss?” Marc asked.
“Well, if you must know, I did confess to Gary that I regret that we did not ‘do more’.”
“You regret not doing more with your brother? Really?” Marc was somewhat stunned by this revelation.
“I know, huh? Sounds bizarre, doesn’t it? But yeah, I admitted that I regret that he was not my first…that he did not take my virginity.”
“Interesting…very interesting. Tell me more.” Marc was clearly puzzled by this information.
“Well, as you know, Gary and I never ‘did it’…we got close, very close. But we never had intercourse.”
“Just how close did you two get?” Marc asked. His interest was piqued now.
“Let’s just say we couldn’t have gotten any closer without ‘doing it’. We did virtually everything else. We drove each other to orgasms with our mouths, pretty frequently I might add. And, we humped each other raw.”
Marc sat up straight, listening to every word intently. “Were you able to cum while humping on him?”
“Oh yeah…once I got the hang of it, it worked like clockwork. I would sneak into Gary’s room at night and crawl in bed with him…”
“You did this regularly?” Marc asked, somewhat astonished by what a naughty little slut his girlfriend had been with her brother in her teenage years.
I giggled a bit, and answered, “I’m afraid so. Once I got acquainted with my brother’s magnificent erection, I was pretty much hooked. That Christmas, while Gary was home from college, I would sneak into his room every night.”
“Weren’t you afraid your parents would catch you?” Marc asked.
“Not really. Gary and I had bedrooms that adjoined through a shared bathroom, upstairs. Our parents were downstairs. Gary and I had the entire second floor to ourselves. And, we could each lock our bedroom doors, so no one could barge in on us from outside. We could access each other’s room via the shared bathroom between us. My parents never came upstairs at night, but even if they had, our bedroom doors were locked,” I explained.
“How convenient.”
“I’ll say. Almost every night, while Gary was home from school, I’d lock my door, and sneak into his room. I’d always locked his door too, before I crawled in bed with him.”
“Were you naked?”
“No. I would typically keep my pajama top on, but I typically would lose my bottoms somewhere in the fray…A couple of times, I had to sneak back into his room early in the morning to retrieve my panties. It felt very naughty and wicked.”
“I can imagine. Typically, sixteen-year-old girls keep track of heir panties.” Gary admonished playfully.
“I wasn’t your typical sixteen-year-old.”
“Obviously, not.”
“Well, after that first morning, when Gary convinced me to masturbate him, I started my nightly visits to his room. We would typically just masturbate each other while we necked. He would finger me while I jacked him off. A couple of times I came like this, but it was ‘hit or miss’ for me. But I could always make him cum with my hand though. I really liked doing it, too.”
“I see…he was getting his, but you were not getting yours regularly?”
“Yeah, something like that…Marc, you have to understand that I was only sixteen, and quite naïve about my own sexuality. I did not know what to expect. I was learning as I went, so to speak,” I mused. “But as I said, it was a journey of discovery, and discovery means experimenting to see what works…Let’s just say that we had some breakthroughs…and, pretty quickly, Gary learned that he could get me off with his mouth. And I learned that I could achieve my orgasm by lying on top of him and grinding my ‘little nubbins’ into his hard cock. It really was a wonderful few weeks.”
“So, he went down on you?” Marc asked, clarifying what had just I told him.
“Yeah, initially, we experimented with different things, including going down on each other, simultaneously, in the sixty-nine position. But I quickly learned that taking turns actually worked better. That way, I could devote my full attention to my own orgasm, as Gary sucked on me.
“I remember the first time he did it…you know, got me off with his tongue…it was wild.”
As I spoke, it occurred to me that discussing these events of my youth was actually quite palliative for me. I had never been able to discuss what my brother and I had done as teenagers with anyone before, for fear that they would immediately view me as a deviant of sorts, and that I would immediately become a pariah in their eyes.
But rather than judge me harshly, Marc accepted this history as part of ‘who I was’. And his acceptance felt good, curative in fact. And because of Marc’s acceptance, I found myself volunteering details of this ‘journey of discovery’ that I never thought I would share with anyone.
“Tell me about it,” Marc insisted.
“It was late…our parents were asleep. I snuck into Gary’s room, locked all the doors, and we were necking in his bed. I was wearing a t-shirt and panties that I slept in. Our hands were all over each other, and our tongues ‘played tag’, exploring each other’s mouth.
“This was all very new to me, and the excitement was very real. I was very wet, and Gary was very hard.
“Gary started to remove my panties.
“I rolled on my back and lifted my hips to assist him in removing the only barrier to fully accessing to my gushing pussy. With me now lying on my back, Gary kissed me deeply as he continued to explore my wet vagina. I could feel myself opening up to accept his probing fingers.
“I wrapped my arms around his neck and our tongues continued to tease and explore each other’s mouth with a passion that only teenagers can fully experience. I moaned into his open mouth as his tongue penetrated my lips. I arched my hips up in time to the probing fingers that were penetrating my vulva. I was beyond reason, beyond thought. I was consumed by lust.
“Gary pulled up my t-shirt, exposing my tiny breasts, and moved his lips down to suck on my erect nipples. I caressed his head as he sucked on my tits while he continued to finger me.
“Gary then started kissing down my exposed belly, stopping at my navel to kiss and tongue me. At first, I wasn’t sure where he was going. Then Gary climbed between my legs and began kissing lower and lower. He kissed my vulva gently for several seconds, studying my most private parts, deciding whether to continue and if so, how to continue.
“The room was dark. The only illumination came from the digital clock on his nightstand. I could only see the dark outline of my brother as he lay between my open thighs.”
“So, what were you thinking as he started kissing you down there?” Marc asked.
I laughed nervously at Marc’s question, “I wasn’t sure about this. As I said, initially, I thought it was kind of weird…maybe even gross. I couldn’t really understand why he wanted to kiss me down there. I was nervous, and a little scared…of what, I am not sure; but I was scared. For a brief moment, I actually covered my vagina with my hand, preventing him from kissing me there…
“But Gary was insistent. He said he wanted to ‘taste me’. I remember thinking, ‘if he wants to do this, why not?'”
“You were a naughty little girl, weren’t you?”
“Oh, yeah…you are just now beginning to understand how naughty I can be,” I admitted.
“I really like that about you, your naughty side. I like it a lot,” Marc assured me. “So, you let him go down on you?”
“Yep, I did…I did not know how to guide him; this was all new to me, as well. One moment, I was covering my virginal pussy with my hand, and the next moment, with my brother’s encouragement, I was shamelessly pulling my labia open, exposing my clitoris for his inspection. Gary kissed me right on my little nubbins, my erect clitoris, and I moaned approval.
“Gary took my moans as approval to proceed, and tested my clitoris with the tip of his tongue. The contact of his tongue on my erect clit sent a shot of pleasure through me.
“I hissed, ‘Oh god, Gary… do that again’. I lifted my ass off the bed to give him better access.
“Gary repeated flicking my clit with his tongue, only this time, he licked and stimulated me for several seconds before stopping. ‘Oh Gary, that’s the spot… god, that feels good,’ I panted with excitement that encouraged him.
“Gary began stimulating me with more enthusiasm, encouraged by my reaction. He experimented taking my clit into his mouth and sucking on it.
“I shuddered as he sucked on me. I remember crying out, ‘Oh shit, that is too intense.’ But Gary did not release my swollen clit from his lips; he sucked slightly harder as I shook and quaked under his stimulation.
”Gary was teasing and exciting me. I felt like a marionette doll and Gary was a puppet master, pulling all my strings. He was getting me to react in ways I did not know were possible.”
Marc interrupted, “Weren’t you worried that might wake your parents or something?”
“Hell yes, I was afraid…but both Gary and I knew that I had to remain pretty quiet so our parents did not hear us, so he had me over a bit of a barrel…
“And, the fact that I needed to remain relatively quiet served as a form of restraint…it was like a strange form of bondage, as I tried to communicate that his stimulation was too intense with a stage whisper, mixed with quiet moans and panting.
“And Marc, I was astounded to realize that this strange form of restraint, having to be quiet to avoid detection, actually aroused me…As I said, this was a ‘journey of discovery’, and I was discovering all kinds of things about my psyche and what drove my libido!
“Gary continued to suck and tease my clitoris as he reached under his chin with his hand and began penetrating my vagina with his fingers. I was so wet, and so open that Gary was able to squeeze two fingers inside me as he stretched my virgin pussy open.
“Gary’s fingers found a spot on the front wall of my vagina, up near my cervix, that caused a response that shocked both of us. It was a place I did not know existed. Later, I learned it was an area that some women refer to as their ‘g-spot’. But Gary’s massaging of the front wall of my vagina at this spot caused a profound reaction in me. He was causing me to buck and shake uncontrollably.
“I moaned, too loudly, in fact. I remember caressing his head with one hand as I grasped the sheets on my bed with the other. I was literally writhing in pleasure as Gary’s tongue explored my virgin vulva.”
“So, your brother was getting the response he wanted, huh?” Marc said, more as a statement of fact than a question.
“I’ll say…I remember clutching the sheets as he made me quiver uncontrollably, as I begged him, telling him that his suction was too intense, all the while struggling to remain silent. But Gary paid me no mind.
“I was losing control…I was beyond reason as he sucked on my engorged clit…I even pulled the pillow over my own face, was biting it between my teeth, in an effort to muffle my little moans and shrieks.
“And Marc, my brother loved having that control over his little sister, making me quiver, squeal and react the way I was.
“And truthfully, I loved it too. It was torture, but a very pleasurable form of torture.
“While keeping his lips locked tightly on my clitoris and sucking my clit firmly, Gary was massaging my inner walls of my tiny little twat, and driving me closer and closer to an earth-shattering climax.
“I could feel it building. I knew I was going to climax. But I was surprised nonetheless at how quickly I ‘got there’. My orgasm came upon me suddenly and violently, and I responded to it more vocally (louder) than I ever intended. Even with the pillow muffling my squeaks and squeals, I was louder than I intended.
“With my right hand, I held the pillow in front of my face, with my left hand, I held Gary’s head in place as he sucked and licked my throbbing clit, I bucked my hips as I humped against his invading fingers. I lifted my ass off the bed to push his fingers deeper into me as wave upon wave of pleasure rocked across my frame.
“After several waves of my climax rocked me, my clitoris began to be far too sensitive, and I violently and forcefully pushed Gary’s head away from my crotch, breaking his suction hold on my clitoris. But he continued to move his fingers inside me, stimulating my vaginal wall as I tried to come down from the orgasmic high.
“His fingers kept making me spasm slightly, as I slowly descended from my first oral orgasm. I remember, looking down at Gary’s face as he smiled up at me from between my thighs, his chin glistened with a combination of saliva and secretions from his little sister’s pussy. He was pretty proud of himself.”
“I’ll just bet he was…who wouldn’t be? That is so sexy. Did you return the favor?” Marc asked.
“Oh, absolutely. There was always a ‘quid pro quo’ between us. Actually, I had kissed his cock before during our petting and humping sessions, but that night was the first time I ‘drove my brother over the finish line’ with my mouth, so to speak.”
“I know that is not your favorite thing to do…suck a cock…I’m surprised you did it so willingly as a teenager?”
I thought for a moment before offering, “Willingly is probably not the correct description…as you know all too well, I’m a ‘people pleaser’…Honestly, I wasn’t sure that I really wanted Gary’s penis in my mouth, but I also wanted to please my brother, and if taking him in my mouth was what I needed to do to please him, I decided that I would just have to do that.
“So ‘reluctant’ is a more accurate description that ‘willing’,” I corrected him. “But I certainly was committed to pleasing Gary that night.”
“But you did suck him to completion, right? All the way?”
“Oh yeah, that night, and many times subsequently. My older brother loved getting blow jobs from his little sister…no question about that.”
“Did you struggle with it initially?”
“Yes and no. I had to give myself a bit of a pep talk to get myself ready to do it, but it was not as difficult, or offensive, as I feared it might be.”
“So, how did you ‘talk yourself’ into…
