Author's notes: As promised, Chapter 2 of the 8-part series in which Laurie discovers the truths about men, wild oats, condoms, and bimbos.
Thanks to Amela for editing the chapter and raising it to a higher level.
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Kenny, my younger brother, crudely but concisely summed our momentous night of discovery as "the shattering of his crystal balls and the cracking of my cherry."
Having laid waste to me, his older sister, by repeatedly using my body for sex, it was readily obvious that there was no going back to the innocence of our sibling relationship.
Kenny was addicted to fucking me (God, isn't it amazing way to describe the raw act of sex?). I, while struggling with my self-denials and the wrongness of incest, found myself resigned not to crying over the proverbial "spilled milk." I had committed incest with my younger brother. Where do we go from here?
Kenny is a wild chaotic force to be reckoned with and I, therefore, had to resolve to be the force of common sense and firmness to avoid being impregnated by my horny younger sibling and thus disowned by our traditional Japanese parents.
However, this determination of mine quickly waivered and thoroughly collapsed in the throes of a gut-wrenching orgasm. But to keep myself sane, I persevered and learned the simple truths about my teenage incestuous lover.
First and foremost, I came to understand the proven truth about all men - the "little head" always trumps the "big head." Even though he knew we had to be careful not to be discovered by our parents and older sister, Kenny simply couldn't get enough of me.
That damn erection of his was a fleshy dowsing rod that always sought out my wet, juicy sex. I was in constant danger of being accosted by Kenny's pussy ambushes at the least expected moments.
The other truths about my younger brother became readily apparent: he could pop another boner immediately after coming; he had tremendous staying power; and he could come repeatedly. This was amply demonstrated when we were alone and Kenny vigorously pounded me into utter submission until I was sweaty, sore, and delirious. By the time Kenny exhausted himself, I was literally a collapsed heap of sweaty and spent flesh that oozed lewdly with his creamy spunk.
While I dearly love my brother and willingly cater to our erotic urges, it is up to me to control the situation and our fate. Sticky drenched panties were a graphic reminder of just how much Kenny hated using condoms and if he didn't have any rubbers...oh, well. If I was to keep us out of trouble, I had to quickly learn how to take matters into my own hands (and mouth).
It was my willingness to suck off my younger brother that proved to be a blessing in disguise. Kenny was always primed to explode and it took very little to set him off. I became aware that when he was horny and on the prowl, he had this look on his face and a tell-tale tremble. The shaking irritated our Dad to no end and he would always tell Kenny to go do something to release his tension. What our father didn't know was that this often resulted in Kenny shanghaiing and sexual assaulting me.
I learned, however, that if I was quick enough, I could give him head before he shoved his hard-on between my legs. I also discovered that if I talked dirty to him during the blowjob that Kenny would blast his load in a matter of minutes - much faster that our quickies and with no chance of me getting knocked up.
It was also a lot more satisfying for me. I developed a taste for Kenny's semen and an appetite to swallow as much as he could pump down my throat. It's a good thing that sperm isn't fattening or I would have been a really chubby college co-ed.
