This is a departure for me; all of my previous stories have been variations on a “cuckold” theme. This explores a different kink, and is also my most romantic story to date. It’s also my second story with a female narrator. I hope you enjoy.
My name is Ellyn. This is a story about how I became even closer with my brother John.
I’m 20 years old; John is two years older than I am. I was dating Billy at the time of these events. Billy was my first serious boyfriend, and the boy who I had lost my virginity to. He was friends with John; they hung out with two other friends, Paul and Henry. They called themselves the four musketeers. Corny, huh?
My brother and I had always gotten along well, but it was a big brother / little sister dynamic, no hint of what was to come. Well … maybe not “no hint.” When we were much younger, we “played doctor” a few times. We weren’t conscious of it being sexual – we were too young to even think about sex. We stopped as our bodies began to mature. I hadn’t really thought anything of it after that.
Okay, I’m maybe being just a little dishonest. As I got older and started … taking care of my needs, alone in my bed at night, twice, unbidden, images of my brother and our childish doctor games came into my head. But both times I quickly banished those thoughts.
I did not know then, but was to learn later that my brother had … let’s just say more intense thoughts and feelings about me.
I knew that Billy, my brother and their friends were planning a camping trip. A week before the trip, Billy asked me if I wanted to come along. “It will be a good chance for us to have sex,” he said. It was true that it was tough for us to find privacy to have sex; we both still lived at home. I agreed happily; I, too wanted a chance to have sex with my boyfriend, and besides I was fairly athletic and like to hike.
We left early on Saturday morning. I drove up with Billy and my brother.
When we got to the camp site that we had reserved, I was disappointed to see how small it was. It was meant for one or maybe 2 tents; we had four tents. We would be right on top of each other. I could see that my plans to have sex with my boyfriend were going to be dashed by the lack of privacy.
We set up camp and decided to hike to a somewhat isolated lake. It was a hard hike, and by the time we got to the lake we were all hot and sweaty. There was no one else at the lake when we got there. Billy said, “Let’s go swimming.”
I said, “A swim would be nice, but none of us thought to bring bathing suits.”
Billy laughed and said, “We don’t need bathing suits, we swim naked.”
I said, “Really?”
“Yes, really.” The boys all started stripping down; they were soon naked and in the water. I watched them from the side. I really did want to join them, but the thought of being naked in front of the boys – especially my brother – was just too embarrassing.
Like a lot of girls my age I bursa escort was self conscious about my body. I was fit and reasonably thin, but I wasn’t happy with my breasts, which were tiny – A cup – and my wide thighs. But I was mainly self conscious about my ass – not huge by any means, but large. It was genetic; my mother and sister also had large butts.
I read enough to know how silly it was, and objectively I knew that I was … well, not a beauty, but cute. And my boyfriend really seemed to like my body. But I couldn’t help it – everywhere I looked the world was telling me that I needed to have bigger tits and a smaller butt.
But after a few minutes of sitting by the lake and watching the boys, with their continued encouragement, I decided to join them. I stripped down to my panties and got in the lake. Immediately the boys (except for my brother) started whistling and commenting on my body. SO immature. But after a couple of minutes they stopped teasing me and returned to swimming and rough housing in the water.
I couldn’t help sneaking glances at the naked boys. I tried to avoid looking at my brother, and especially avoid looking at his penis, but I couldn’t help noticing that even soft he was almost as big as my boyfriend was when he was hard. A shower not a grower, I thought, and smiled. But as he continued to sneak glances at me, I could see his cock harden – soon he was at least 2 inches longer than my boyfriend, and thick. A shower AND a grower.
The other three boys had waded over to the other side of the lake, so it was just the two of us. He kept stealing glances at me, looking at my almost naked body. I blushed, and said to him “stop looking at me you perv.”
He also blushed, turned away and said, “I’m not looking at you, what are you talking about?”
“Then why are you getting hard – looking at your friends? Oh, my god, you’re gay aren’t you, I knew it!”
He blushed again. “No, of course not.” He then reluctantly admitted that he had been looking at me. “Sorry sis, but you’re kind of hot. And I haven’t seen many naked girls before.”
“Ugh, gross,” I said, and moved away towards the other boys.
We splashed around for about 20 minutes before we decided to get out, get dressed, and hike back to the camp site.
I won’t bore you with the details of the next few hours. When we got back to camp, we made dinner, and then goofed around the campsite. Around ten we went into our tents.
Billy and I started making out. He kept trying to fondle my breasts and put his hand between my legs. Normally I would have been fine with that – more than fine – but I was worried about the lack of privacy. “Billy, no,” I said, “I don’t want the others to hear us.”
He was grumpy about it, “fine, be that way.” He stopped kissing me and turned around with his back to me.
I said, “Billy, I’m sorry, I would just be embarrassed. But we can still kiss.”
“Oh, no,” he said sarcastically. bursa escort bayan “They might hear us.” We both went to sleep.
The next morning I woke up – Billy was spooning me. I felt his hard cock rubbing against me. He said, “Come on, let’s do it.”
“No, I’m sorry, but I still don’t want the others hearing us.”
He was angry. He said, “we almost never get to have sex; I thought it was just because we didn’t have many chances, but now I see that you’re just a cold bitch.”
I burst into tears; “no, I just don’t want the others to hear. My brother is out there you know.”
He said, “who cares about your damn brother. I’m out of here.” He pulled on his clothes and stormed out of the tent.
I got dressed and left the tent. He was gone, along with his friends. Only my brother was left. He asked what happened; I started crying and asked “where did they go?”
He responded – “On a hike – they said they would be gone all day. Why are you crying?” I told him what happened.
“He’s an asshole sis, you can do better than him.”
I continued crying, “I know, but it still hurts.”
He put his arm around my shoulders. All of the sudden I became aware of the warmth of his body. I glanced down at his lap, and saw a bulge in his shorts.
He continued to comfort me. “Sis, you’re super hot, any guy would be lucky to have you.”
I blushed, “You’re just saying that because you’re my brother.”
He laughed and held me closer. “Actually, because I’m your brother I probably shouldn’t say that. But it’s true.”
We looked into each other’s eyes. He leaned closer. His lips brushed mine. He pulled back, “sorry sis, I guess I got a little carried away.”
As I said, I hadn’t really thought of my brother that way. But sitting next to him, with his arm around me, and him comforting me and treating me like I was special, all of the sudden I wanted him to kiss me. It was so different, so much better, than Billy and I. “It’s okay, I liked it” I replied. He kissed me again; this time I responded. After a minute he opened his lips and probed with his tongue. I opened my lips and let him, sucking on his tongue. I pulled away for a minute, “we shouldn’t be doing this.”
“I’m sorry sis. You’re just so amazing, so sexy, I can’t help myself.”
I said, “you’re so good to me, such a good brother. I … I want this too. I know I shouldn’t, but I do.” This time I kissed him.
After making out for a few minutes, John suggested that we move to the tent, that it would be more comfortable (and private).
We lay on his sleeping bag. At first we just kissed. I was getting very turned on. I felt his hard cock against my leg. He unbuttoned my shirt and started playing with my tiny breasts (I didn’t have a bra on; I didn’t need one and rarely wore one).
He started kissing my breasts, and moved his hand between my legs. I moaned; his kisses were turning me on and his hand felt escort bursa so good. I put my hand on his shorts, feeling his very hard cock. We kissed some more.
I’m the one who took things to the next level. I removed my shorts and panties, and unzipped his shorts.
Soon we were naked against each other. I felt his cock between my legs; he rubbed it along my now very wet slit. We continued to kiss.
He continued rubbing against my pussy with his cock. It felt so good. I started moving faster against him. All of the sudden, the tip of his cock slipped inside me for a moment. He pulled back. “Sorry sis, I didn’t mean to do that.”
I replied, “It’s okay. We’ve come this far. I … I want you inside me. But be gentle.” With that, he pushed his cock inside me. Just a little bit at first; he was big. But each time he pushed in a little deeper; soon he was in all of the way. He filled me so completely. It was the first time that a bare cock had been inside me. Billy always used a condom. I wasn’t on birth control, but I was fairly sure that it was a safe time of month.
He moved slowly in and out of me. His cock was bigger than Billy’s. But more than his size, the fact that he had taken time to get me excited, that he wasn’t just taking care of his needs, but mine as well, made me more excited than I ever had been with Billy. In fact, I had never had an orgasm with Billy; my only orgasms had been by myself. But soon, as my sweet brother made love to me, I was cumming on his cock.
He told me that he was going to cum, and asked me if he should pull out. I said no, that I wanted him to cum inside me. He did. I felt jet after jet of cum explode into my womb.
We cuddled together kissing and stroking each other. He asked me if I was okay; I responded, “more than okay, that was wonderful.” He shyly asked me if it was going to be a one time thing, or if we could make love again. “Dear brother, I certainly expect you to make love to me again. As often as possible. Though I’m going to need to get on birth control; I’m not ready to be a mommy yet.”
We cuddled for a long while afterwards, kissing, holding each other and talking. He told me that he had been dreaming of this, fantasizing about it, for a long time. “Was it as good as you imagined?” I asked him.
“Better,” he said, “much better. I love you so much sis.”
“I love you too, big brother.”
But eventually we started to get worried that the other boys might come back and catch us together. We washed up a bit, got dressed, and left the tent. When the boys got back a little later I was reading a book and John was exploring the woods around the campsite.
Billy tried to apologize, but I told him that it was over between us. He walked away in a huff.
I spent the night in my brother’s tent. No one thought that it was odd, no one suspected that my brother and I had become lovers; they all knew what happened between Billy and I, and they assumed that that was why I was sharing a tent with John. Of course it was too risky to make love again. We kissed and cuddled and I fell asleep in his arms. I knew that there would be many other opportunities in the days ahead to make love to my sweet brother.