June 20, 2003
Dear Diary,
Tomorrow is my younger brother, Brian's 18th birthday. I have decided what to get him. For years now I've noticed the way he looks at me. I've caught him staring at my breasts many times, especially if I was wearing something that showed some cleavage, and I'm quite sure I detected a sizeable bulge in his crotch. I must admit I have been guilty of teasing him a few times by showing more of my 36 D's than was necessary when he was around. I guess I inherited my tits from Mom. Her 40 DD's actually look even bigger than they are because of her small frame. She weighs maybe 120 lbs. soaking wet. Anyway, tomorrow is Saturday. After mom leaves for work in the morning, I'm going to give Brian his birthday present – me. I'm going to let him fuck me. Brian has been the rock that has held our family together since Dad ran off with his secretary two years ago. I think it's time he got his just rewards, and if that bulge in his pants is any indication of what lies within, I'll be getting as much of a present as he will.
Love,
Brianne
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June 21, 2003
Dear Diary,
It's Saturday morning. Mom left for work and I just got out of the shower. I washed my hair, shaved my legs and took a good douche. I'm lying naked on my bed as I write, trying to figure out my next move. Admittedly, I'm a little apprehensive about this. What if I have been reading Brian wrong? Maybe he doesn't really want me at all. After all, he does date a lot of girls. Most are prom queen types with long blonde hair and silicone implants. My hair is short, I'm a brunette, and although my breasts are large, they don't poke straight out like the store-bought ones. My brown eyes aren't near as pretty as the baby-blues he's used to. All this, plus the fact that at 22, I am several years older than his harem of 18 and 19 year old bimbos. I guess I won't know unless I try. I think I'll just sneak into Brian's room quietly and ease the covers down from over him. I know he sleeps in the nude. I've heard him say so before. I think I'll just take his dick in my mouth and wake him up sucking it. After that we'll see what happens. I'm off to Brian's room. I'll write later to tell you how it went. Wish me luck.
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Dear Diary,
I just left Brian's room. You're not going to believe what happened. It's now 3PM on Saturday and I have an amazing story to tell you. When I left you this morning, I went to Brian's room. I opened his door. It squeaks like hell. It's probably not that loud, but when you're trying to be quiet it sounds like a brass band. I left the door open so it wouldn't squeak when I closed it. Brian was lying there on his side with no covers over him. I watched him for a few minutes from the foot of his bed. He looked like a muscle-bound angel sleeping without a care in the world. His blond hair looked almost white against the deep tan of his body. I eased around his bed and knelt beside it. My eyes were instantly drawn to his flaccid cock. It was maybe 5 inches long and very fat with a large purple mushroom shaped head that pointed toward the mattress. I slowly eased onto the bed positioning myself so that his dick was inches from my face. I gently lifted his soft dick with my hand, put the head in my mouth and began slowly sucking. His dick started growing quickly. I've sucked a few dicks before, as you know, but they have always been hard before I got my mouth around them. This was different – a totally soft dick was growing to rock-hardness in my mouth. It was a wonderful feeling. After about thirty seconds Brian's dick was easily nine inches long and so fat I could barely keep it in my mouth. I could feel my pussy getting wet from the thought of having this monster buried deep inside me. I began moving my head back and forth as his dick slid in and out of my mouth. Brian moaned and woke up almost immediately. I felt him stir and he rolled over on his back. I removed his dick from my mouth and held the large member in my hand – the big, purple head pointing straight up.
"Morning, Sis," Brian said matter-of-factly.
I looked up at him. "Happy birthday, Brian," I said smiling. I worked my hand up and down his shaft a few times, barely able to get my hand around the fat thing. "Some pretty impressive equipment you've got here."
"Thanks," he said, "I only dreamed I'd ever get to use it on you."
"I'm your birthday present if you want me," I told him, "Just tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it."
"Oh, you were doing just fine, Brianne" He said, "Don't let me stop you."
I kissed the head of his dick a few times, gave it a couple of licks like an ice cream cone, and opened my mouth wide letting the bulbous head slip back in. I forced it as deep in my mouth as I could, but it bottomed out in the back of my throat about halfway down the shaft. It was much too fat to push farther down my throat. I worked it in and out, sucking and using my tongue to stimulate the underside of his dick. I could tell by his reaction, that he wasn't far from filling my mouth with a big load of his creamy cum.
Suddenly Brian sat up in bed, and gently placing his hands on the sides of my face, lifted me up until his dick slid easily out of my mouth. It stood straight up at attention, glistening with my saliva.
"You don't like that?" I asked, surprised.
"I love it," He assured me, "But can we do something else?"
"Sure, anything you want. It's your birthday," I reminded him.
Brian was silent. I saw his face begin to turn red. I think he was too embarrassed or too shy to ask for what he wanted. It was sort of hard to figure. After all I'd been sucking his dick for the past five or ten minutes, but what the hell, I guess I could take the lead.
"Would you like to fuck me, Brian?" I asked with as sexy a voice as I could muster.
"Yes," He answered timidly, "Could I?"
It was now obvious that I was going to have to run this show, so I laid it on thick and heavy. "I want you to fuck me, Brian," I said, "I want to feel that big dick of yours deep inside my pussy."
I could tell he liked the dirty talk. He rolled over and opened the drawer of his night stand, taking out a condom.