Her story- playing with him the first time
My sis wanted to tell her side of how we got started…
How I remember it, I was coming home after school. I had just started high school (I was half of thirty, if you can do the math). It was still hot in September, and I noticed coming up the drive that the window air conditioner in my room was on. Which puzzled me, as I didn’t expect anyone to be home?
I came into our house and went up the stairs and as I approached my room, my door wasn’t completely closed. I paused at the door and could hear the a/c running, and a rhythmic sound from my room. I peeked through the slightly open door, and was surprised to see my younger brother. His pants were down around his ankles and his bare butt was facing me, and I could see his right hand rapidly pumping his groin as he moaned and his skinny hips were thrusting back and forth. Now my brother was still in junior high, being a couple of years younger than I. I hadn’t seen his prick since we were much younger, when we were bathing together as k*ds. I had seen penises while babysitting but those were tiny things - once I burst into our bathroom to grab something and interrupted our dad pissing and got a glimpse of his thing so I understood that they came in different sizes, but I wasn’t prepared to see my brother had grown a real dick! He had some kind of white cloth wrapped around his cock that he was using to stroke with, but the end was poking out.
Instead of immediately confronting him and chasing him out of my room, I stood there and watched him beat his meat. He was standing at my dresser and my top drawer - my UNDERWEAR DRAWER - was open as he rubbed himself. I could see the end of his cock as he stroked, and it was turning a bright purple. Suddenly his ass started twitching and he slowed his tugging and he thrust his dick at my dresser, groaned and grunted out “Oh shit!” as he appeared to pee on my underwear!
That did it! I opened the door and yelled “What the HELL are you doing in my room?” He turned to me, eyes wide open, and I could see his organ sticking straight out - well, actually it had a bit of an upward curve to it, I noticed - and his face turned red and he tried to cover himself. He couldn’t actually run, because his pants were down around his ankles, but he tried to shuffle towards the door. I blocked him, and repeated my question and then said, “ You were masturbating in MY room? That’s just- pervy!”
”I didn’t know you were home yet,” he admitted.
“And why did you pee on my stuff?” I demanded, pointing to my open drawer. “And what - are those my PANTIES that you’re using to rub your cock!” I realized that the white cloth he’d been using to rub his penis was a pair of my slick nylon panties!
”I didn’t pee, that was - um, that was - my cum,” my brother said. (Well actually we’re not technically siblings except legally because we are both adopted so we’re not related by blood.)
”God that’s disgusting!” I told him.
“You won’t tell Mom?” he begged, still holding his hand over his groin.
” That depends,” I said slowly, thinking this could work out to my benefit. “First, drop your hands.”
He shyly moved his hand away from his crotch. His erection was beginning to droop, but it was still the biggest dick I’d ever seen erect in real life, and white drops were still oozing from the purple tip. Strangely, I could feel tingling in my pussy and my little nips were hard. Jeez, was I getting turned on by my own little brother?
”Why are you jacking off in MY room?” I still wanted to know.
”Well, it smells - girly,” he admitted as I watched his cock wilting.
“And my underwear turns you on?”
”Well, yeah - it’s so - female?” he admitted.
“Why don’t you do it in your room?” I queried him.
”I do, mostly, but I didn’t know you would get home so soon. You won’t tell Mom about this, will you?.
”I don’t know, maybe. Unless you do as I say. I want to watch you do it again.”
” You do? Now?”
“Yes. Jack your dick until you come again. It’s my room, and I’m not letting you out until I see you do it again.”
”I don’t know if I can so soon. It takes a while to be able to get hard again.”
Now this was new knowledge for me. I never knew boys couldn’t just orgasm repeatedly - ever since I’d discovered my “tickle spot” as a girl, I’d found that I could get that wonderful feeling two or three or even more times in a row, until I finally got too sensitive to continue! So I assumed they could, too.
“How long?” I asked. “Can you do it just once a day?”
”Yes, I usually do it when I wake up and again to go to sleep. And sometimes a time or two during the day.”
My horny little brother, so full of cum!
”Well try it for me now.”
He gripped his now limp cock and gave it a few tugs. “Can you please put some of your lotion on it for me?”
“What, you’re getting blisters?” I laughed as I walked to him and took a bottle of hand lotion off my dresser. “Here, do you want me to squirt it on your dick?”
” It would sure help,” he begged. So I squeezed a few drops onto his penis. “Ooh, that feels so good!” he sighed. “Do you want to touch it?”
I traced a fingertip along the length of his limp penis and saw it twitch. “So soft…” I breathed. “Like - silk…”
He groaned at my touch. “Please - squeeze it a little…”
I slid my fingers around his cock and felt it begin to swell. The tingling between my legs intensified as I gripped his manhood.
”Oh yes, yes - like that!” he whispered. “You’re doing great! Keep doing that…”. As I squeezed and relaxed my grip, I could feel it grow under my touch. Wow - I was making him hard!
”Now slide up and down,” he groaned, so I began to stroke his length. I could feel dampness now as my pussy got wet. “More lotion?” I asked as his dick grew even longer and fatter in my hand.
“ Please - and grab it harder!” he instructed me. “You can’t hurt it.”
I kept tugging him and looked up into his eyes (I topped out at 5’2 and he was already over 6 feet!) He gazed into my eyes as I jerked him off. What had felt to silky soft was now sliding over a steely core - and it was all because I turned him on! It gave me a thrill, knowing I had complete control over his mind and body! I started shivering with the power!
Well it took quite a while and several repeated applications of lotion. After a while,, his free hands somehow found their way to my tits! Not that I had much then (or now, for that matter…) Mom made me wear bras not because I needed support, but to hide my pencil eraser nipples… I should have stopped him, but the feelings between my thighs were in control, and besides, it felt good to get my hard nips fondled. Apparently that did the trick, because I felt him swell up and get even harder, if that was possible.
“I’m getting close…” he gasped, “Don’t stop!” His hips started bucking and he grunted “Oh shit - I’m … CUMMING!” A big shot of white spunk shot out of his turgid shaft, followed by two more, then a flood of his sperm oozed all over my hand and I got my first whiff of the smell of semen - they should bottle that scent and sell it for perfume! He continued grunting and oozing until I finally let go of his softening erecion and looked down.
“Shit, you got it on my rug and on my skirt!” I yelled. “This is a wool skirt so now I have to have it dry cleaned! Now get the fuck out of my room!”
”You promise you won’t tell Mom?” he begged.
”Only if you do that whenever I tell you to do it,” I grinned, knowing that I now had a boy so completely in my control that I could make him do anything I wanted, whenever I wanted.
He pulled up his pants and left. As soon as he did, I went over to my lingerie drawer and spotted a yellowish cum stain in the cup of my favorite 32AA bra, right where he’d left his spunk. I locked my door, took off my skirt and now soaked panties, stripped my blouse and school bra off and put on the bra he’d just spurted into. It still felt wet and sticky from his sperm! Then holding my white nylon panties that he’d jacked off with and my spotted skirt to my nose, I found my secret spot already soaking wet and sniffed the scent of semen while I rubbed my clit to not one but two intense climaxes, already thinking of all the perverted possibilities that were mine to devise…
How I remember it, I was coming home after school. I had just started high school (I was half of thirty, if you can do the math). It was still hot in September, and I noticed coming up the drive that the window air conditioner in my room was on. Which puzzled me, as I didn’t expect anyone to be home?
I came into our house and went up the stairs and as I approached my room, my door wasn’t completely closed. I paused at the door and could hear the a/c running, and a rhythmic sound from my room. I peeked through the slightly open door, and was surprised to see my younger brother. His pants were down around his ankles and his bare butt was facing me, and I could see his right hand rapidly pumping his groin as he moaned and his skinny hips were thrusting back and forth. Now my brother was still in junior high, being a couple of years younger than I. I hadn’t seen his prick since we were much younger, when we were bathing together as k*ds. I had seen penises while babysitting but those were tiny things - once I burst into our bathroom to grab something and interrupted our dad pissing and got a glimpse of his thing so I understood that they came in different sizes, but I wasn’t prepared to see my brother had grown a real dick! He had some kind of white cloth wrapped around his cock that he was using to stroke with, but the end was poking out.
Instead of immediately confronting him and chasing him out of my room, I stood there and watched him beat his meat. He was standing at my dresser and my top drawer - my UNDERWEAR DRAWER - was open as he rubbed himself. I could see the end of his cock as he stroked, and it was turning a bright purple. Suddenly his ass started twitching and he slowed his tugging and he thrust his dick at my dresser, groaned and grunted out “Oh shit!” as he appeared to pee on my underwear!
That did it! I opened the door and yelled “What the HELL are you doing in my room?” He turned to me, eyes wide open, and I could see his organ sticking straight out - well, actually it had a bit of an upward curve to it, I noticed - and his face turned red and he tried to cover himself. He couldn’t actually run, because his pants were down around his ankles, but he tried to shuffle towards the door. I blocked him, and repeated my question and then said, “ You were masturbating in MY room? That’s just- pervy!”
”I didn’t know you were home yet,” he admitted.
“And why did you pee on my stuff?” I demanded, pointing to my open drawer. “And what - are those my PANTIES that you’re using to rub your cock!” I realized that the white cloth he’d been using to rub his penis was a pair of my slick nylon panties!
”I didn’t pee, that was - um, that was - my cum,” my brother said. (Well actually we’re not technically siblings except legally because we are both adopted so we’re not related by blood.)
”God that’s disgusting!” I told him.
“You won’t tell Mom?” he begged, still holding his hand over his groin.
” That depends,” I said slowly, thinking this could work out to my benefit. “First, drop your hands.”
He shyly moved his hand away from his crotch. His erection was beginning to droop, but it was still the biggest dick I’d ever seen erect in real life, and white drops were still oozing from the purple tip. Strangely, I could feel tingling in my pussy and my little nips were hard. Jeez, was I getting turned on by my own little brother?
”Why are you jacking off in MY room?” I still wanted to know.
”Well, it smells - girly,” he admitted as I watched his cock wilting.
“And my underwear turns you on?”
”Well, yeah - it’s so - female?” he admitted.
“Why don’t you do it in your room?” I queried him.
”I do, mostly, but I didn’t know you would get home so soon. You won’t tell Mom about this, will you?.
”I don’t know, maybe. Unless you do as I say. I want to watch you do it again.”
” You do? Now?”
“Yes. Jack your dick until you come again. It’s my room, and I’m not letting you out until I see you do it again.”
”I don’t know if I can so soon. It takes a while to be able to get hard again.”
Now this was new knowledge for me. I never knew boys couldn’t just orgasm repeatedly - ever since I’d discovered my “tickle spot” as a girl, I’d found that I could get that wonderful feeling two or three or even more times in a row, until I finally got too sensitive to continue! So I assumed they could, too.
“How long?” I asked. “Can you do it just once a day?”
”Yes, I usually do it when I wake up and again to go to sleep. And sometimes a time or two during the day.”
My horny little brother, so full of cum!
”Well try it for me now.”
He gripped his now limp cock and gave it a few tugs. “Can you please put some of your lotion on it for me?”
“What, you’re getting blisters?” I laughed as I walked to him and took a bottle of hand lotion off my dresser. “Here, do you want me to squirt it on your dick?”
” It would sure help,” he begged. So I squeezed a few drops onto his penis. “Ooh, that feels so good!” he sighed. “Do you want to touch it?”
I traced a fingertip along the length of his limp penis and saw it twitch. “So soft…” I breathed. “Like - silk…”
He groaned at my touch. “Please - squeeze it a little…”
I slid my fingers around his cock and felt it begin to swell. The tingling between my legs intensified as I gripped his manhood.
”Oh yes, yes - like that!” he whispered. “You’re doing great! Keep doing that…”. As I squeezed and relaxed my grip, I could feel it grow under my touch. Wow - I was making him hard!
”Now slide up and down,” he groaned, so I began to stroke his length. I could feel dampness now as my pussy got wet. “More lotion?” I asked as his dick grew even longer and fatter in my hand.
“ Please - and grab it harder!” he instructed me. “You can’t hurt it.”
I kept tugging him and looked up into his eyes (I topped out at 5’2 and he was already over 6 feet!) He gazed into my eyes as I jerked him off. What had felt to silky soft was now sliding over a steely core - and it was all because I turned him on! It gave me a thrill, knowing I had complete control over his mind and body! I started shivering with the power!
Well it took quite a while and several repeated applications of lotion. After a while,, his free hands somehow found their way to my tits! Not that I had much then (or now, for that matter…) Mom made me wear bras not because I needed support, but to hide my pencil eraser nipples… I should have stopped him, but the feelings between my thighs were in control, and besides, it felt good to get my hard nips fondled. Apparently that did the trick, because I felt him swell up and get even harder, if that was possible.
“I’m getting close…” he gasped, “Don’t stop!” His hips started bucking and he grunted “Oh shit - I’m … CUMMING!” A big shot of white spunk shot out of his turgid shaft, followed by two more, then a flood of his sperm oozed all over my hand and I got my first whiff of the smell of semen - they should bottle that scent and sell it for perfume! He continued grunting and oozing until I finally let go of his softening erecion and looked down.
“Shit, you got it on my rug and on my skirt!” I yelled. “This is a wool skirt so now I have to have it dry cleaned! Now get the fuck out of my room!”
”You promise you won’t tell Mom?” he begged.
”Only if you do that whenever I tell you to do it,” I grinned, knowing that I now had a boy so completely in my control that I could make him do anything I wanted, whenever I wanted.
He pulled up his pants and left. As soon as he did, I went over to my lingerie drawer and spotted a yellowish cum stain in the cup of my favorite 32AA bra, right where he’d left his spunk. I locked my door, took off my skirt and now soaked panties, stripped my blouse and school bra off and put on the bra he’d just spurted into. It still felt wet and sticky from his sperm! Then holding my white nylon panties that he’d jacked off with and my spotted skirt to my nose, I found my secret spot already soaking wet and sniffed the scent of semen while I rubbed my clit to not one but two intense climaxes, already thinking of all the perverted possibilities that were mine to devise…
1 год назад
))) Seriously, sounds hot! 
