(This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and, as such, may or may not be completely realistic. With occasional historical exceptions, all places, events, and characters are entirely fictitious, an any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.)
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My brother, Jimmy, and I were very close, growing up. We had to be. We only had each other. Daddy was an abusive alcoholic and mother was the timid titmouse, suffering with the battered wife syndrome. We had an older brother, but he died at seven when daddy knocked him down as Johnnie tried to defend mother from one of daddy's drunken batterings. Johnnie hit his head on the corner of the table when he fell. I was three, Jimmy was four, and we watched, terrified, from the doorway to the next room. Lucky for us, daddy stormed out to roam the streets after Johnnie fell. The incident was recorded as an accident, so daddy got off scott free. None of us ever forgave him for either, Johnnie's death or for getting off free.
For that and for other reasons, Jimmy and I were very close and supportive of one another. Daddy still got drunk, every Friday through Sunday, and he continued to beat up on mother, but he left us kids alone. We just retreated upstairs to Jimmy's room behind a locked door and shook with fear until daddy either passed out or left the house.
One Friday night, mother apparently reached the end of her rope and had enough. Uncharacteristically, she reacted back, picked up an iron skillet from the stove, and whacked daddy over the head with it. She didn't kill him, but that blow sure addled his brains. People thought his drinking accounted for the change in him. He never worked again. He just turned into a slobbering simpleton. But mother and we two kids were forever free of his drunken beatings. This was five years after the death of Johnnie.
In the years following daddy's "beaning," mother began to slowly come out of her shell. By the time I reached sixteen, she had become much more of a self-confident, take charge person, although she still had a ways to go. Eventually, she also began bringing home men. She told me once, she never wanted to be tied permanently to a man again. She just wanted one around now and then for, "amusement."
Jimmy was only a year older, but I was still his "little sister" and he felt he had to watch out for me. We bathed together from a very tender age and we never really stopped, even as we got into our sub-teen and teen years. Being nude in each other's presence was as natural as being clothed. In the bath, we would wash each other, including genitals with no embarrassment.
Further intimacy seemed as natural as breathing and by the time we became teenagers, we had felt around on each other with more than a little casual interest. When Jimmy's cock began to swell with my touches, he used the knowledge gained from the boys at school to explain to me what was happening.
I asked him one time, "How big will it get?"
" Pretty big."
Well, his teenage cock was not all that small, deflated or erect, especially erect. The sight of his growing cock sent some signals through my teenage body, even if I did not yet understand them. I also noticed that Jimmy paid quite a bit more eye attention to my pussy now, and that when he did, his cock would get really swelled up. But, other than the casual touching and exploration during baths and just before sleeping, nothing more overtly sexual occurred.
The summer my boobs showed up got real interesting. Early in the spring, Jimmy noticed my chest was beginning to change, in other words, get bigger. He now paid increasingly more attention to my boobs and nipples as well as my pussy and more often than just at bath time. We slept, nude, in the same bed from the time we were out of the cradle. Now, I began to look forward to bedtime, more and more. However, we still maintained a more or less platonic relationship, at least no fucking.
That summer, we would lay on our sides on the bed on top of the sheets, and Jimmy would hold me tight as we faced each other as he had always done. But now, he would gently roll me onto my back and slowly run his hands all over my body from head to toe. He spent an especially long time on my boobs and on my pussy mound. Mother had talked to me about menstruation and Jimmy knew about my first period as I had to wear a sanitary napkin to bed. Neither of us was embarrassed, it was just a normal event in growing up.
Because of our dependency on one another and our general, physical closeness for as long as we could remember, the taboo of incest just did not register with us as an evil. Intimacy, including the final intimacy of coupling, did not repel or deter us as we came of age. Incest and its meaning just never entered our minds as applicable in our case.
By the time I turned eighteen, I had been playing with Jimmy's cock for a very long time, but we had never, "gone all the way." Neither of us let the urge get out of hand, although Jimmy probably did feel it more than I. That was about to change.
One night, I said to Jimmy as he played with my boobs, "Jimmy, that feels so damned good and my pussy really burns."
"Yeah, Mandy, you are getting horny! And my cock, as you can see, is not just stirring, it's raging!"
"I guess I am 'raging' too."
It was then that I reached over and stroked Jimmy's cock and balls with an unusual fervor. His cock immediately grew even harder while he moaned audibly and I said, "Now who is getting horny, brother?"
"M, e, eee," he croaked out along with another deep moan of pleasure.
"And now," I replied, "I've finally reached an age where we can finish what we have started so long ago." If I didn't have the urge before, I certainly had it now.
Without further word, I slid down and took his cock in my mouth and began to suck. "Oh, God!" I managed to groan out around that cock, "I've waited so long to do this!"
Jimmy's pelvis pushed up at the first touch of my mouth and he moaned some more. I used my tongue to play with his cock head, dipping the tip of my tongue in and out of that little eye. Then he really moaned. I continued the foreplay as I licked up and down his shaft, kissing and pecking it part of the time. My other hand was playing with his balls.
"Where'd you learn to do this," Jimmy asked.
"Well, you know, boys are not the only ones who talk about sex and how it's done. Jolene brought one of her mother's dildos out at a pajama party we had there quite a while back and we all practiced sucking on it. Some of us even played around with it on our pussies, but we got to giggling and laughing so hard, we had to hide it when Jolene's mother came in to quiet us down."
"Boy, I'd of liked to have watched that, Mandy."
"I just bet you would of. Anyway, after that, we got one out for every pajama party ever since. But this real cock is sooo much better! I have waited a very long time to make proper use of yours, Jimmy!"
By this time, his cock was bulging and pulsating something fearful. "Oh, God, Mandy," he said, "I am going to cum, I'm going to CUM!"
And cum he did, right into my waiting mouth. He shot off four big, long spurts of rope-like cum and several shorter dribbles before he was done. I sucked him dry of any that remained and then exclaimed,
"Now I want you to do me! Show me how it's done!"
Jimmy got between my legs and lowered his face down to my pussy. As yet, I still had a full area coverage although it was a sparse bush. Jimmy got his mouth over my slit and began to lick up and down, sinking his tongue in deeper each time. I started to moan and buck a little. When he got to my clit and began to lick, chew, and manipulate with the thumb and finger of one hand, I thought I had died and gone to heaven.
The fire in my pussy was burning brightly now! Jimmy quickly put one, then two fingers in my love tunnel and rubbed my G-Spot [although I did not know what that was yet] in earnest. I thrust my pelvis into his mouth and reached a shuddering orgasm as I squirted cum all over my brother's face.
I was a quivering mess! I finally calmed down and said, "Oh my God, Jimmy, that was fantastic. Now I want to fuck your cock! That has to feel even better!"
Jimmy said, "Ok, I'm game, but let's wait until tomorrow night. Right now, I want to shower with you and I think you need a shave!"
I exclaimed, "A shave? I don't have a beard, Jimmy!"
"Yes you do," replied Jimmy, "but it's not on your face, it's between your legs!"
"Oooooo!" was all I could say as we proceeded to the bathroom.
I sat on the edge of the tub and spread my legs. Jimmy lathered me up good with shaving cream and managed to get me good an horny in the process. (as if I wasn't horny in the first place!) When Jimmy started to apply the safety razor to my pussy mound, I croaked, "You be damned careful with that thing. I don't want my pussy in pieces and I don't want cuts and nicks in it either!"
"I'll be careful," he promised.
The shaving went smoothly. When Jimmy was done, his cock was standing straight out again and my pussy really needed some TLC. We both stepped into the tub and turned on the shower and had our hands all over each other again. My pussy and his cock were aflame with arousal more than ever in seconds.
Before we rinsed off for the last time, I had jacked his cock to squirt more spunk all over the front of me and he had fingered me to three more orgasms of my own.
We finally stepped out of the tub and dried each other off, very slowly and sensuously. I grabbed Jimmie's still rigid cock again and pulled him along with me P.D.Q. into the bedroom. I pulled him along hard enough to cause his some pain and elicited from him a curt, "Damn, Mandy, easy there or you'll pull it off."
I replied, "I can't wait until tomorrow night, I have to have that cock of yours in my pussy now. Right now. I've waited eighteen years for it and that's long enough. On your back brother, I want a ride!"
Jimmy complied and I went into a 69 with him and we both began eating away. We went slowly to savor the moment. I would play with and suck his cock and then pause to get the full pleasure of him working on my pussy and clit.
This went on for nearly half an hour. We both had to do things to prevent us from cumming too quickly. But eventually, neither of us could hold back any longer.
Jimmie said, "If you are going to ride, you better get at it as I can't hold back cumming much longer."
