You never know what life holds for you. I had never had a salacious or sexual thought about my brother, ever. But, you never know, like I said. My brother was really into sports, his friends, his girl friends, and video games. He knew all the games, and had friends over all the time, playing video games.
I was just his sister — basically just a bother, someone to have breakfast with before taking off for school.
But, the summer changed all that. School had been out for two weeks, and It was early summer. Mom and Dad were at work on that Friday morning, and I decided to get a good start on a good tan. I lay out by the pool in the hot morning sun, drinking ice tea and diet soda, listening to some heavy rap music on my portable cd player. I had my bright pink bikini on, and it revealed an awful lot. I didn’t wear it around Mom and Dad; they would swear I was being naughty or something.
My brother, Stevie, suddenly appeared beside the chaise.
“Hey, how’s the water?”
“I haven’t been in,” I said, ignoring him, not even looking in his direction.
“Good lord, Janie, turn that shit off. It sounds like a screeching, dying, cat.”
“Oh go fuck yourself,” I said, turning toward him. My heart stopped. He was wearing a new bathing suit, if you could call it that. It was tiny, and the thin, sheer fabric hid almost nothing. I mean, seriously, you could see the outline of his cock and balls held against his body, and what a bulge that was. It was amazing. And, it was damn near right in my face.
I reached over and turned the music off. I don’t know why. I knew he hated it, and suddenly, I wanted to please him. I don’t know why.
“Hey, that’s better. Silence is golden, they say, you know?”
“Well, you gonna get in the water, or just stand there with that cock hanging in my face?”
He laughed. “You wouldn’t know what to do with it if I did hang it in your face.” With that, he jumped into the water, staying under the water until he reached the other end of the pool. He surfaced, shaking the water out of his hair like some sort of lame dog. What an idiot, I thought. But, what a bulge that had been.
Jeez, my pussy was tingling, thinking about it.
He swam back toward me and stayed in the water, right at my feet. All I could see was his head.
“Does Mom know you’re wearing that?” he asked.
I shook my head. “And, you better not tell. You know how she is.”
“I can see camel toes, and I think, some hair poking out the sides.”
I involuntarily spread my legs and felt for wild hairs.
“Ha, fooled ya,” he said, and splashed water up at me.
I moved very quickly, and grabbed my glass of iced tea, and tossed it in his face.
“Arghh!” he shouted. He climbed out of the pool. “That was fucking cold, Janie.”
“Ahh,” I said, “Um, too bad.”
He was standing facing me, and the wet bathing suit he was wearing — thin and diaphonous when dry — was transparent when wet. I could see his fleshy balls, his pubic hair, and his thick, flesh colored cock, almost as if he weren’t wearing anything at all. My pussy tingled.
“My, my,” I said. “Does Mom know you’re wearing that?”
He looked down. His hands went to his crotch. “Oh my God, it’s like, transparent when wet.”
“I noticed,” I said. “I like that, but you might as well just take them off.”
I sat up, leaned forward, and with one quick movement, grabbed the front of his suit, and pulled it down.
His cock flopped right out, and I got a good view of his cock and balls before he backed away.
“What the fuck you doing?” he asked, backing away. He pulled his tiny suit back up and turned back toward me.
“That’s not cool.”
“I can still see your cock,” I said.
“Well, look all you want to,” he said. “Here, check this out.”
He straddled the chaise I was laying in, moving up till his crotch was right in my face. “Get a good look.”
I did. I looked at that bulge, the hair matted against his body, the now somewhat larger cock pressing against the fabric. He was getting hard, I could tell.
He just stood there, and I watched his cock grow, and it began pressing against the fabric more and more. It was awesome to me. I had never imagined anything like it.
“I think you look better without the suit,” I mumbled, my voice not even sounding like my own. I reach up and touched his inner thigh, and moved my hand upward, cupping his balls through the fine material.
He took a deep breath. He exhaled, and there was a moan in that breath. He was enjoying it, loving it. I had no idea what I was thinking. I just knew that I wanted to feel and see that big dick hidden behind that thin, ultra thin, material.
I reached up now, with both hands, and tugged at the tiny suit. It came down slightly, and he moved away from me. No longer straddling me, he simply stood there, and I sat up, tugging at the material once again.
I jerked them down, and his fat cock jumped up. He stepped out of the tiny swimsuit, his balls swaying slightly — still cold from the pool, they were held tightly against his body.
His fat cock pointed at the sky. It was a good size, I guess, though, I’m not a size bitch and don’t really give much less of a shit about inches and all that fucked up vanity bullshit. It was a nice cock, a fat cock, and I loved looking at it.
I reached forward and wrapped my fingers around the base of it, tugging at it, pulling him closer to my face. With the other hand, I reached down and pulled my biking aside, letting my pussy come into full view.
I moved my face to the head of his hard dick, and stuck out my tongue, swirling it around the purple head of the throbbing dick.
“Here,” he said, “let me help you out of that bikini.”
I stood, and I was naked in no time. He gazed at my bush, my tits, and then at my face.
“My God, you’re beautiful.”
I was shocked that he had said that. Anyway, there wasn’t much time for that type of shock. What shocked me was that he bent down and licked my pussy lips, sending shivers of delight throughout my body.
He backed away and held out his hand. I took his hand in mine, and he led me under the patio, and into the living room.
“Lay down,” he said.
I lay on the cool carpet, and he lay beside me, his face against my mid section, his cock against my face.
His tongue touched my pussy lips, and I reached and grabbed his hard dick, moving it into my mouth, tasting it, fondling it with both hands, feeling his hairy balls move against my cheeks. I licked the shaft of it, then put it back in my mouth, doing all kinds of different things.
His lips and tongue were just a busy with my pussy. I could feel his tongue come into contact with my clit a couple of times, and my body jerked in reaction to the sudden stimulation. He discovered that he could get that reaction, and kept doing it.
And, suddenly, I was screaming and moaning in the throes of a very, very violent orgasm the likes of which I had never known, or expected to have. And, at just about the same time, his dick virtually exploded with cum, shooting it to the back of my throat, rolling out of my mouth and down my chin.
Sweating and exhausted, we lay there for a few minutes. He stood and went into the kitchen, coming back with a couple of cans of cold soda.
“After suck-off drink?”
I laughed and took it from him. We sat there and drank our sodas.
Well, all that summer, my brother Stevie didn’t seem to be too interested in sports or video games. We spent a lot of time together that summer, and it was a
time I will well remember, indeed.
— Janie M., Phoenix, AZ
