I turned on the shower, not too hot, and started to remove my clothes. Jay and I had been invited to a party at a schoolmate’s house tonight, since her parents had made the mistake of going on a trip and trusting that she’d behave. I decided to shower now, in the early afternoon, while Jim was away playing football somewhere with his friends.
Jay was my fraternal twin, two minutes younger than me (a fact I loved repeating to him when we were younger). Our parents decided to not have any more children after us, thinking one of each was going to keep them busy enough. They were right: I was always provoking Jay into doing something wrong, and mom and dad were continually disciplining him. Oh, well, I thought, that’s what brothers are for.
Now that we’re eighteen I don’t get him into trouble too much anymore. I’ve been too busy talking with my friends on the phone and trying to get Bruce Hanson’s attention. Bruce was the upper-classman that all the girls wanted, you know, the big fish in a little pond sort of thing. When I’m not talking about who-likes-whom and remarking on what everyone else is wearing with my friends I’m running on our track team. I’ve never won anything, but it’s enough to keep me active.
Jay has finally become taller than me; since the age of 18 I’ve towered over him. In the past year he’s shot up over six inches; as soon as mom and dad bought clothes for him he’d out grown them. He’s trying out for the JV basketball team this winter, I think.
I’d noticed that his body has been changing recently, just as mine has, for the better. He’s growing muscles and is becoming broad shouldered, just like dad’s side of the family. It looks like he’ll inherit their height, too, since he’s already “. He even started shaving last month. He is always showing off somehow, usually walking around the house with no shirt on, showing off his developing chest, stomach and arms. I usually just roll my eyes as our parents remark about how he’s not their little boy anymore.
I was thinking this as I stepped into the shower. My body had changed, too. I was worried about puberty, and it wasn’t the most fun I’d had in my life. Zits are the worst thing in the world, I think. I stopped growing at , a fact I wasn’t pleased with either. But I was glad to find that I remained petite around the waist, shoulders and hips, even as they and my breasts started to round out and become soft. At first my nipples became puffy and hurt like hell, but then, as they grew, I became used to them. I am now wearing a full sized bra, not those stupid training things anymore. Hell, a couple of my friends are still wearing tee-shirts, since they didn’t have anything to put into the training bras.
I’d found out how and where to touch myself to feel good, too. Sometimes, at night, I’d lay on my bed, thinking of Bruce, and let my hands roam where they would. Of course I knew the birds and the bees, and of course I pretended to know what I was doing, or rather, what I would do if the situation ever became a reality. I’d never so much as kiss a guy before. Someday, I guess.
I ran my fingers through my hair, helping the water wash away the shampoo. I soaped by body over and rinse it off. As I did this I began to imagine what it would be like to be with Bruce. I closed my eyes as I played with first one, then the other nipple as it became taut. I could feel myself becoming wetter, not from the shower, and moved one of my hands to my crotch. I kept my pubic hair cropped short and thin, just a line that drew and curious arrow to what lay below.
I found my clit and started to massage it gently. All the while I imagined Bruce was touching me, making me feel the way I did. In my revery I closed my eyes, allowing myself to be swept away by the man who was with me, touching me so tenderly and lovingly. I could feel myself drifting toward climax, and I “opened” my eyes…
…to see Jay’s face.
At first I was startled that I would think of my twin being the cause of my urges, but as I allowed the idea to drift where it would, I felt myself nearly attacking my clit harder and harder.
“Yes….yes……mmmmmm…,” I heard myself moan, as my brother in my fantasy rubbed and prodded his fingers between my clit and the opening of my pussy, kissing me passionately from my lips to my neck and down to my waiting breasts…
All to suddenly, I felt myself start to spasm. The thoughts of Jay doing these things to me sent me over the edge into what can only be described as an earth-shattering orgasm. As surge after surge of pleasure ran through my body I screamed:
“Oh, YES Jay, YES YES YES….oh GOD YES….it feels so good….. so good… oh…. oh God…”
I “awakened” from my dream lying on the floor of the tub, my middle finger tucked into myself as my thumb slowly circled my hidden clit. Words couldn’t describe the feeling I had at that moment. I had dreamed of being with my brother, and had enjoyed every minute of it.
My ears poked up as I noticed a sound from the hall outside the bathroom. As if someone were running from just outside to somewhere else….
I turned off the water, climbed out, pulled a towel around myself and opened the bathroom door. From there I could see down the stairs my brother walking in. the front door to the house. He glanced up and said,
“Hey, you.” He smiled as he said this, as if he had something to hide.. I didn’t think anything of it at the time. I just looked at him; he was wearing shorts, his t-shirt off and tucked into his waist, as they were playing “shirts vs skins” football. His muscles were taught after a few hours of strain, and his sweat nearly poured off his shoulders onto his chest. I looked down and could have sworn he had a bulge in his pants. Must be a jock-strap, I though naively.
“I showered now so that you have plenty of time to primp and prime yourself for the party tonight. You’re still going, right?” I asked.
“Of course!” he replied, ” I wouldn’t miss the first opportunity of mom and dad leaving us alone for a weekend to waste it here watching TV.”
That said, I went to my room, closed the door, all the while wisps of my fantasy while in the shower drifting into my brain…
***
The party was awesome. Everyone from school was there, including my clique of girls and, of course, Bruce Hanson. Every one of my friends were trying to grab his attention, without success, as he escorted a college Freshman around the floor. Bitch.
But I didn’t join my friends. I was pretty quiet during the whole night, actually. It finally hit me what I had dreamed about that afternoon. It was sick and disgusting. Totally taboo. Definitely a mortal sin.
And it made me damp thinking about it.
The night wore on and I was buzzing. I don’t get drunk much, I don’t like to lose total control. But after a few trips to the keg I was feeling no pain. Jay was here and there, as he always was, visiting with that person and flirting with this or that girl. A funny thing I noticed, though: every time I saw him, he was looking at me. He would quickly glance away and look at the person who he was speaking to, but I saw him do it at least a half a dozen times. Must be watching over his “little” sister, I thought.
Midnight approached and people started to leave. Only one person was 21 or over at the party, the older brother of the classmate/host, and he didn’t want any trouble with the neighbors or cops for buying beer for High Schoolers.
Jay and I started to walk home. After walking down the steps I slipped a little: I was drunker than I thought! Jay stopped me from falling on my ass and held me close.
“Are you ok?” he asked. He looked me right in the eyes, not with a look of brotherly mockery, but of compassion and worry.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for catching me,” I replied. He continued to hold me, continued his gaze.
After a pause, he let go, and we walked in silence toward home. I was yearning to know what he was thinking, but he never let on. It was killing me. Jay, I wanted to say, I want to kiss you. Jay, I want you to kiss me back. I know it’s wrong and I know it’s bad, but I still want to kiss you. Want to hold you. Simply want you.
He continued to look at the ground the whole while we strolled home.
The deafening silence continued until we reached our place. I was the first up the stairs, and must have been still a little buzzed, for I slipped again. Backwards I went into Jay’s arms as he caught me a second time.
“Whoops!” I yelped, laughing a little at myself. I looked up at Jay’s face, but instead of laughing with me he was staring at me intently.
It was then I noticed that, as he caught me, his left hand went around my waist, while the other had grasped my breast. Instead of withdrawing immediately, he continued to hold it, all the while staring into my soul, looking for an answer to a silent plea.
I said nothing. I just lost myself in his eyes. What will he do? I thought to myself. Will he do what I want, I need him to? or will he retreat? A thousand thoughts crossed my mind in an instant: knowing that we were of the same blood, knowing he realizes it at the same moment; the churning of my stomach and the fluttering of my heart sending my mind into a whirl faster and deeper than any drink or drug could; all the while feeling the heat from his hands on my body.
I could tell he was in turmoil, too. It was only for a few seconds, but we spoke volumes standing there on the doorstep, searching each other’s intent.
As if to ask permission, I felt Jay give my left breast a small squeeze. I could do nothing but part my lips and let out a small sigh, wanting to speak but finding I couldn’t do anything but stare into his eyes. Getting bolder, he slowly bent down and touched his lips to mine, tentatively, searching for a sign. I gave one to him in the only way that I could, in a way that seemed so natural: I kissed him back. It was the most amazing, excruciating feeling that I had ever experienced.
We stayed there but for a minute, slowly scrutinizing each other’s thoughts with light movements from our mouths. He flicked his tongue out, and I eagerly opened my mouth to invite him in. Electric fire seared my entire body as we continued in our search.
We separated slowly, returning to each other’s eyes. My breath was short and my knees weak from anticipation, even fear.
“Do you want to go inside?” he finally asked, breaking the silence.
“Yes,” was the only response I could whisper.
We entered the house, closed and locked the door, both of us not believing this was happening. I led him by the hand to my room Once there I turned, placed one hand behind his head and brought his lips once more to mine. This time the kiss was more urgent a feeling of immediacy driving me wild. I reached with my tongue and he gladly accepted it, allowing me to explore his mouth. His hands had found their way to my back, pulling me close to him. I could feel his love pressing against my belly as my nipples involuntarily hardened against his chest. One of his hands found its way down to my bum, giving it a small squeeze in anticipation. I broke the kiss so that I could catch my breath a bit, the stimuli sending me to heaven.
“I love you, Jay,” I said.
“I love you too, Bec,” he replied, breathing into my ear as his lips fell softly down the curve of my neck and onto my shoulders.
I stepped back from him and took his hands in mine. Slowly I drew them to the top button of my shirt, indicating what I wanted. He didn’t need any more hints. First one, then another, on and on until the last on the bottom was undone, exposing the center of my torso. He reached up and took my shirt off my shoulders and down my arms as he once again kissed me. My shirt fell to the floor. He next undid the button of my jeans and so slowly unzipped the fly. I wiggled my hips a bit as he pushed them down to join my shirt. With his hands on my trim waist he led me backward to my bed, suggesting that I sit on it.
Once there I was eye level with his groin. I glanced up in what I hoped was a seductive glance and un-looped his belt. This time he sent his head back a bit, reveling in the moment. In a second I has his jeans undone and slowly pulled both them and his boxers down. His hard on came into view and I gasped at its size. I marveled at its shape and hardness. I realized that it would soon me in me.
It was then I realized that my curtains were not drawn, exposing us to prying eyes. I stood up and quickly shut them. Jay stood behind me and put his hands on my torso. He began kissing my neck from behind, and I instinctively reached my hand back to his head. His lips were like a soft massage, exploring the nape of my neck, down the angle to my shoulder, brushing his tongue out as he went. He moved his hand up to one bra-strap and guided it down past my shoulder, kissing the area it had been. My breathing became heavier. He did the same to the other side, torturing me with his teases on my skin. He slid his hands around my hips and pulled down my black lace panties, kissing down my back as he went. After I had stepped out of them his hands followed the length of the back of my legs, to the thighs and my bum. All the time, his mouth tormented me. He stood up fully and I could feel his hardness poking at me from behind, its length playing suggestively with my bum crease and lower back. I reached back to touch it for the first time.
It was warm and hard on the inside, but at the same time the skin was as smooth as a baby’s. He let out a loud moan as I touched him, slowly stroking him as best I could from that position. He leaned closer, blocking my hand from continuing, and cupped my breasts. Now I was the one sent to the stars from this feeling, and he slowly squeezed and played with the still-covered nipples. I found myself grinding my body into him, trying to bring him even a little of the pleasure he was giving me. He unhooked the clasp of my bra found in front and stepped back to let it fall.
I turned at this point, not being able to withstand not seeing him. He took off his shirt and I nearly attacked him, grabbing his ass and pressing my mouth to his. His hands busily sought out every inch of my body, his fingertips tracing the contours of my butt, back and the nape of my neck. Our skin touched all over and we were finally as close as we had been before we were born. It seemed like the most natural way to be.
I slowly kneaded his cock to his full hardness as he pinched my nipples. He led me backwards again and had me lay down on the bed. While his hands reached up to fondle me, his mouth moved up and down my inner thighs, finally resting at my opening.
“You smell so good, Bec…” he breathed just before he lashed his tongue out, brushing my now-exposed clit. I reeled at the feeling, never wanting him to stop. He parted my lips even more with his fingers, but I could tell he wanted to be as gentle as possible so that he didn’t hurt me. I grasped his hair as he drew long circles around my button, tasting my nectar with agonizing trips between my entrance and my clit. Nothing I had done to myself, no amount of fantasy, dreaming, or wishing, no amount of self-stimulation could even come close to what Jay was offering me. I knew I wouldn’t last long under his mesmerizing spell he had set on me.
“I want to make you cum,” I heard him murmur, as my entire pelvic area came to life on its own. The feeling of his tongue on me didn’t stop on my clit, but I could virtually feel it in my toes, my mouth, every part of my being was brought higher and higher.
After a few short minutes, I could feel the wave starting to crest. I was his and his alone, unable to stop the crashing of orgasm even if I had wanted to.
“OH Jay, please don’t stop, don’t stop,” I panted, over and over, my hips undulating as he fiercely, but lightly, attacked my fully erect clit. Back and forth, left and right, over and over and over and over….
“Oh, oh oh… OH FUCK YOU’RE MAKING ME CUM SO HARD OH… OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GOD YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!”
Surge after surge of cum poured out of me as my brain was sent to the stars and back. I could feel my vaginal muscles tumble over and over again, reveling in the first orgasm given to me by another. And yet I needed more. I needed him.
I brought myself up on my elbows to look at Jay, his mouth and lips covered with my juices, his eyes closed, worshiping my pussy.
“I need you inside me, Jay…” I nearly snarled. He opened his eyes and looked at me with such a look of tenderness and longing that I fell in love with him right then and there. He smiled hungrily as he pounced up, placing himself between my legs as I drew them up and out, offering myself to him.
I reached down and guided his hardness to my opening and let go when I placed him into position. He looked between us to view the glorious sight, then kissed my breasts and neck as he slowly pushed forward. I was tight – very tight. I had never had anything thicker than two of my own fingers inside, so he had a bit of trouble going very far.
“Slowly, slowly,” I pleaded, my hands on his hips navigating his movements forward and backward. Eventually my inner walls undid their vice-like-grip and allowed more and more of him in. I was soaked inside, and was thankful that it didn’t hurt much so far. The sensation of his cock pushing in all directions was indescribable.
Too soon he came to my maidenhead. I looked into his eyes and saw worry there. I coaxed him, saying,
“It’s ok. I may be hurt for a while, but I need you so much. I love you so much…”
“I cherish you, Becky,” he replied, pushing his hips forward, tearing me inside, making me a woman.
The pain was INCREDIBLE! I had heard that it would be, but I was ill prepared for this. “Stop! Stop for a bit!” I urged him. He looked sad, not at having to stop, but because he had caused me pain.
“Just rest a while, let me get used to it, lover,” I told him, smiling.. He grinned back, nodded his head, and kissed me, the most passionate, compassionate kiss I had ever had before or since.
After ten minutes or so I was used to his size. I nodded to him to continue. Gently at first he entered me, back and forth, sending surges of sensations throughout my body. Deeper and deeper he went, not wanting me hurt again, but needing to be fully inside me. Again and again and again he went until he fully stabbed me.
“Oh, Becky, this feels so good, oh, my love.” I wrapped my legs around him, urging him to continue. I could feel the sensation of his cock near my clit, feeling the need to cum again, needing to have him cum.
Harder and harder, deeper and deeper he went, our breath going haggard with the exertion. I nearly cried with delight as I felt my body giving up to him, allowing him to have me completely. He started to grunt as he went, and I wanted to make him feel as good as possible.
“Jay, love… let’s try something else,” I suggested. I smiled at him as he stopped. I knew it was driving him crazy, but I also knew that I didn’t want this to end.
He withdrew, and I went over to my desk. Sitting on the edge, I bade him closer. He entered me with an upward motion and this time I could feel him rubbing my clit sharply.
Again we set a rhythm, this time allowing both of us use of our hands. I grabbed his butt, pulling him even deeper into me. He clutched my breasts, adding to my rapture as he tweaked my nipples. He sat down on my desk chair and allowed me to be in control. I bounced on him, impaling myself with abandon on his perfect, stiff pole. My head thrown back he slurped and chewed at my tits, drawing a fine line between pleasure and pain…
I could take it no longer, however. I was holding back my orgasm for him, but could not control it any more. The constant pressure on my clit sent me to knew heights as I thrust him into me. I let out a scream as I fucked him so hard.
After I had come down a bit he picked me up, still inside me, back to the bed. He needed release and needed it now. He pounded at me in a near rage, coming completely out of my and forcing his way to the back of my womb with such ferocity I could hardly stand it. His hot cock was too much, and I nearly fainted with exhilaration.
“Oh, Becky, I’m going to cum… oh yes…” he grunted, pummeling into me.
“Yes, fill me to the top, Jay…please, oh please…” I lifted my legs to the air and held the heels with my hands, allowing him into the very back of me.
“Oh, Bec, Bec… yes… yes… UNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
I could feel him stream his love into me. Swell after swell of his cum gushed into me. I could feel its sticky, thick warmth covering my uterus, spilling out of me, sending me into another small orgasm. He continued to rock back and forth and he spit cum in me, gasping for air as if he had been underwater for too long and had finally reached the surface.
“Oooooh, oooooh… yes, that was so good, Jay, so very good,” I wept, as he brought himself and me down from the clouds.
He lay his entire weight on my, panting, resting, as I kissed his neck and fondled the back of his head and neck. I purred with delight as he came back to his senses.
“I love you so much, Jay. That felt so good. Thank you for making my dreams come true.” He was still too out of breath to respond. I simply held him close, knowing that all was well, feeling that nothing could possibly feel more right in the world than what I was experiencing at this moment.
He rolled over and caressed me, a fatigued smile on his lips. We kissed and touched each other for long, long minutes, until a thankful, exhausted, exhilarating sleep overcame us.
