Well, it was finally here. The big day. I was actually turning 18! As a bonus, my parents were going out of town for the weekend and, as a birthday present to me, had agreed to me having my first no-adult party. My brother Bobby was left as a pseudo-supervisor, but it was cool. He had just recently turned 21 himself and had promised to go snag me some drinks for the party.
I went to school as usual that Friday, not only to make sure that all my friends were going to show up that night, but also because there were cheerleader try-outs last period that I couldn't miss!
As soon as try-outs were over I rushed out of the gym and headed home to prepare for the party. I was so excited I didn't bother to change out of my "barely there" uniform and ran most of the way to the house.
Now, if you've ever been to Texas in May, you know just how hot and humid it gets. By the time I got home my white t-shirt and cotton panties were soaked through and I couldn't wait to get that damn wool skirt off!
I walked in the door, dropped the skirt on the entry-way floor on the way in and headed to the kitchen for a drink.
As I bent over to grab a bottle of water, I felt a slap on my ass!
"Hey sis! You know, you should watch out. When you bend over like that you can tell you're legal now. Is that what you're wearing to the party? Hahahaha."
"Oh you jerk," I yelled, and hit Bobby in the shoulder. "You should be nice to me you know. It's my birthday."
"Yeah yeah, I know. Damn sis, you look hot," he replied.
"I am. It's like 100 degrees out there," I said.
"No, I mean you look HOT," Bobby stressed.
Huh? I looked down at myself and got a little embarrassed. My 5'9, 130 pound frame was barely covered by my nearly see-through t-shirt and white cotton panties. You could see my 36 D's clearly outlined through my shirt and the dark crevice of my cunt was visible through my panties.
I blushed and looked up at him, only to realize my brother was checking me out!
"Oh you perv," I cried and punched him again in the shoulder. "Quit looking at me like I'm your damn present to open Bobby!"
He laughed and danced back a few steps grabbing his shoulder. "Alright, alright! But I DO have a present for you."
"What is it?! Give it here," I eagerly cried.
"No way," he responded. "Not until later."
"Whatever. You suck. I'm going to go get ready," I said and walked away, never imagining what he had in mind for that "present."
The party went great. A bunch of my friends from school came over and we all got a little tipsy. I made out with Steven Holmes out by the pool and let him play with my tits a little. He tried to play with my pussy, but all I would allow was a little rubbing through my cotton panties. It was enough to get me really hot though.
When I came back in from telling Steven bye, nearly everyone had left. I was walking a little wobbly and everything was a little blurry, but I could see Bobby talking to a girl in the corner. She was up against the wall and his 6'3 200 pound body was pressed close to her. He was looking down in her face and whispering while he rubbed one of her arms with a free hand. That bothered me for some reason. I quickly stumbled over.
"Bobby! Come on," I laughingly yelled, grabbing his arm and dragging him away. "We have got to get the rest of these people out of here so we can clean. Mom and Dad are going to kill us if they come home and the house looks like this."
Unfortunately, I fell down just then. Too much Crown and Coke I guess. I just laid back and laughed.
Bobby got rid of the few stragglers remaining and came and laid by me on the floor.
"Happy birthday Brit," he said, leaning up on one arm to look down at me. "I can't believe you're 18 already. That's a trip."
"What? Come on," I said. "I don't feel much different from 13. Hahahaha."
"Well, you definitely look different from 13," he said.
Just the way he was talking I looked up at him and he was staring down my body, his eyes raking over my tight t-shirt and short cotton skirt. I was pretty drunk, so I thought I must be mistaken. My brother wasn't looking at me the way that Steven did earlier, was he? No way. But if he was... It was making me a little hot.
I giggled nervously and kind of put my arm over my chest.
Bobby sighed and put his hand on my arm and lifted it. "Don't tell me you're getting shy with me? I'm your brother for goodness sakes. I've seen you run around butt naked for years."
He put my arm down by my side and then placed his hand on my stomach. He was staring me in the eyes and I was blearily looking back. I knew my nipples were getting hard and I knew that you could see them through my shirt, but I couldn't do anything but stare back at him.
His gaze was so piercing it was making my mouth dry, so I flicked my tongue out to wet my lips and his eyes moved to my mouth.
"Oh, Brit," he breathed, as his head lowered, "watching you these past few years has been torture."
Then his mouth captured mine. I was shocked, but it was so erotic I couldn't help but move my lips against his. His tongue dipped into my mouth and rolled around mine and I raised my hand to his hair and pulled him further into me.
He raised his head enough to suck on my lower lip as his hand slid up my body to my breasts. He began softly kneading one through my shirt till my nipple was standing taught against the fabric. He then pinched it and rolled it between his fingers.
I moaned into his mouth and gasped his name. He growled and rolled over fully on top of me and started ravaging my mouth. Plunging his tongue in and out and licking my lips. His hips ground softly into me as he pushed my legs open with his knees. He raised himself enough to tear off first his own shirt and then to pull mine over my head.
I was left shivering with desire, eyes dilated with pleasure and alcohol, in my lacy pink bra.
He began kissing and licking the flesh of breasts above the bra. Soon his hands were running up my sides to undo the front clasp of the bra. Before I knew it there was a soft "click" and my tits spilled out into the cold air. Bobby just groaned and dipped his head to catch one of my tight nipples in his lips. I gasped as his tongue rolled over it and he then sucked it into his hot wet mouth.
I had never experienced anything like this. Not with Steven, not with any of the other boys who I had played around with. I just lay there panting with my fingers dug into his hair as he continued to bathe and suck my nipples with his mouth and tongue. All the while, his hips slowly ground into mine until I could feel my pussy swelling and throbbing against the bulge in his jeans.
He licked back up my neck until his lips were on mine again and kissed me deeply. I shivered to think of what his tongue had just done. He slowly raised his head and looked down at me. I couldn't even speak to him. I lay there half-naked, nipples tight, lips kiss-swollen and pleaded through half-open eyes for him not to stop.
He got up and bent to pick me up with him. He carried me to his bed and gently laid me on it. He unzipped his pants and soon both they and his boxers were on the floor and he stood beside me in all his rock hard glory looking down at me.
I couldn't believe his cock was so big! Thick, with just a brushing of hair at the base, it stood a full 8 inches from his body. I gazed at it with my mouth open before I felt his hand on mine. Looking up at him, he placed my hand on his cock and began moving it. Showing me what to do. I began to stroke him, rubbing down the length of his glorious shaft with my small hot little hand before coming back up and squeezing his head. He moaned and leaned his head back.
As I stroked his cock he reached down and placed his hand between my legs. I spread them willingly for him and soon his fingers rubbed against my clit through my wet cotton panties. I gasped and squeezed his dick.
"Please Brit. Suck it. Oh god, please put my cock in your mouth."
Could I? Could I really? I'd never done it before. Never imagined having my brother's thick cock fill my mouth.
"I... I can't. I don't know what to do," I whispered, ashamed.
"Shhh... It's o.k. Yes you do. I'll show you," he assured me.
He pulled my hand gently until I was sitting up on the bed with him standing before me. With his guidance I continued to stroke his cock before slowly placing my lips around the base of the head of his dick. My hand continued to pump up and down his shaft as my hot wet little tongue glided over, flicked and licked the head. I slowly sucked my way down farther on his dick, continuing to jack him off at the same time. My tongue continued to swirl and soon I was sucking and pumping his cock, my head moving up and down faster.
He grabbed my ponytail and guided me. Shoving me down on his dick and pulling me up. Speeding me up and slowing me down. His little sister sucking his cock just like he had wanted. Like he liked it.
"Fuck yes Brit. Oh god...Yes. Suck my dick. I've wanted you to do this for so long. Oh shit, your fucking mouth is so hot," he groaned and started fucking my face back.
Faster and faster my head went down on him and my hand pumped until he screamed, "Fuck!" He pulled my head up roughly by my ponytail and shoved me back on the bed. Then he was on top of me, kissing me hard, fucking my mouth with his tongue.
His fingers were in my panties. On top of my clit. Rubbing. Pinching. I moaned into his eager mouth and pumped my hips into his searching fingers. Then they were sliding, down... He plunged them into my cunt and I tore my mouth away from his to scream.
"Bobby! Oh shit Bobby! Ughhh...."
He was raping me with his fingers. Fucking them in and out of me fast, digging them down into the cream of me and covering them with my cum. I'd never felt anything like it. I didn't know what to do. I was fucking them back. Pushing my hips into them, wanting them deeper, harder.