In chapter one, I told about this past Christmas Eve when my brother, Michael, and I crossed a very dangerous and inappropriate line. Our parents were forced to travel to Ontario to tend my grandmother who had a stroke, leaving my brother and I alone for the few days leading up to Christmas.
Feeling lonely and nostalgic, my brother and I had raided our dad's liquor cabinet and we had gotten slightly inebriated. With our judgment impaired, an innocent shoulder and foot massage had led to progressively more and more inappropriate and intimate touching, which culminated with my younger brother becoming the first person to penetrate me with his fingers.
Michael drove me to a powerful orgasm, the likes of which I had not even imagined. I was moaning and babbling incoherently as my entire body quivered with pleasurable convulsions as Michael massaged my front uterine wall.
With my brother's two fingers deep inside of me, I discovered two things. One, I was one of the fortunate women who can experience multiple orgasms. And two, once I start cumming, I cannot seem to stop until I am about to lose consciousness. After four successive orgasms crashed across my body, I grabbed my brother's wrist and forced his to stop the assault on my womb.
I was still struggling to catch my breath. My entire chest continued to heave up and down. My cotton shirt clung to me.
Michael's fingers remained inside me for a moment. He continued wiggling them slightly as I lay there panting, my head spinning, desperately trying to regain my senses.
I contracted my vagina, squeezing his fingers. He responded by spreading his two fingers apart slightly, stretching my pussy and evoking yet another moan from me.
"I love you Michael, I really do," I said, with a genuine feeling of affection that was triggered by the unprecedented emotional and physical release I had just experienced. I continued to lay there, my legs brazenly spread apart and Michael's fingers still inside me.
"I love you too, Kelsey. You are a beautiful girl," said Michael as he smiled up at me. He glanced back at my dilated pussy and smiled again. "Absolutely beautiful."
I felt very weird being exposed so thoroughly. Part of me was deeply embarrassed. But on another level, being exposed this way excited me. I liked the way my brother was looking at me with a combination of lust, love and admiration.
I could feel the sweat forming under my arm pits and between my breasts making me feel hot, sticky and slippery. My nipples pressed firmly against the now damp cotton material of my sleeveless shirt. I needed a bath.
"I can't believe we did that!" I said, as my brother's fingers twitched inside my vagina.
"That was so fucking hot, Kelsey. Damn, that was hot." Michael slowly withdrew his hand from my womb.
I felt my vagina spasm as his fingers exited me, leaving me open and empty. It made a strange wet sound as Michael withdrew his fingers. It was sound I had never heard before. But then, no one had ever pried me open like Michael had just done moments before.
My vagina felt very strange. I did not like the sudden emptiness of my pussy. I suddenly felt empty and somewhat alone. I wondered if the strange dilated condition of my vagina was permanent? I would soon learn that I was not permanently deformed.
Then I looked at my brother and it hit me. I realized the enormity of what we had just shared.
"Michael, no one can ever know about this. Ever," I panted. "It would be the end of everything. We'd be pariahs. Mom and dad would send us away to keep us a part. You can't talk to anyone about what we did."
"Kelsey, I know." Michael paused, smiled and then continued, "I mean, who would I tell anyway?"
I thought to myself, he is right, who would he tell? Still, I was concerned somehow, someone would discover this terrible secret we now shared.
Michael stood up from his kneeling position between my open legs. I could see the huge bulge in his gym shorts. Looking directly into my eyes, my brother then lowered his shorts, freeing his erect penis. His cock strung up, straining toward the ceiling as he pulled his gym shorts down.
Until moment, I had not thought that Michael would need some relief himself now. And he would expect me to provide it.
"I need some help here Kelsey," he said as he stepped out of his gym shorts and boxers. As Michael pulled his shirt over his head, his erection bobbed up and down as if it was calling to me.
He stood before me, completely naked. And he did look sexy. God, he had a nicely muscular body.
I knew I had to help him. I knew I owed my brother his release. I wanted to do this for him. I would worry about the morality of our actions later. Tonight we were alone and right now I wanted to make my brother climax, much as he just done for me. I wanted to share his climax with him and to be part of it.
His cock was rigidly hard, pointing straight up. It was the first penis I had seen 'in the raw'. It was far thicker and longer than his fingers. I knew instantly that would not fit inside my tiny vaginal opening...no way. That thing would tear me apart. I could not imagine any woman accommodating an erection of that size.
But intercourse was not in the cards anyway. We were not going to risk that. I was not prepared to lose my virginity tonight. So I did not need to worry about the massive size of my brother's penis, yet.
His penis was slightly darker then the skin color of his chest and stomach. It had a darker pinkish purple hue to it. I estimate that his erection was at least 7 inches long, perhaps longer, and about 1 1/2 or 2 inches thick.
The glands were distinct and almost seemed to be separate from the thickly veined pole on which it sat. The ridge that separated the glands from the base of his cock was intriguing to me.
