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In The Pool With My
Brother
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
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