Friday:
As I had promised Gary last night (Thursday night), I took steps to get contraception for our planned big event; the capture of my virginity by my brother. Although I still had serious reservations about doing this, I was committed to keeping my promise and giving myself to Gary as soon as it was 'safe'. Midday on Friday I skipped my lunch break at work and went to the local planned parenthood clinic to get birth control pills.
I was nervous about going in and having to justify my need for birth control. I feared they would ask me with whom I was having sex. I certainly could not tell them 'my brother'. I constructed a story I would tell them if asked. Of course, they did not ask.
The female clinician was helpful and friendly, but was adamant that I needed to use another form of birth control form at least three days following the start of taking the pills. I assured her I would. Actually I would simply postpone intercourse for three days.
My anxiety was running high when I got to my car in the parking lot of clinic with the three month supply of pills. They came in a circular plastic container that numbered the days of the month. It was a clever container that allowed you to align the days of the week with the pills you should take on each day to help you stay on track. I took my first pill before leaving the clinic parking lot.
I felt mature, wicked, and sinful; but I was excited about what I was planning to do with Gary, and that excitement translated into a continued state of arousal.
I returned to work in time for my afternoon meeting. But I was so distracted that I did not hear a word of the discussion. My mind was miles away thinking about what lay in store for Gary and me next.
Gary was waiting anxiously for my arrival home that evening. He was obviously curious about my 'contraception run'.
"Well?" he asked me.
"All taken care of." I responded. He beamed with a huge smile. I continued, "but we are not safe for three days."
This news took him by surprise and his smile quickly evaporated. "Huh?"
"It takes three days for the pills to be effective. You have to wait until Monday at the earliest."
He was obviously disappointed with this latest set back; but we would just have to wait.
The weekend went as you would expect, a lot of petting, masturbation, dry humping, and oral sex in addition to a great deal of anxiety of what was just around the corner for us: full intercourse!
Monday could not get here soon enough.
Monday evening:
Neither Gary nor I had to be reminded of the significance of Monday evening. I know both of us were nervous, and quite anxious for Mom to get her 'buzz on' and retire for thee evening so we could 'seal the deal'.
At 8:30, Gary was growing a bit impatient waiting for the 'alcoholic switch to kick on' in Mom's brain which would allow her to pass out and sleep through the night.
Looking back on that time in all our lives, I regret a great many things. But one of my deepest regrets is that I did not appreciate the hell Mom was going through as she battled the demons of my father's death and the demons of her alcohol addiction each and every night. Like a typical teenager, I was too caught up in my own pain and troubles to be aware of my mother's pain. I wish I had been more aware and more supportive.
Nonetheless, it was a few minutes after 9:00 when Mom made her final move to her room, her last drink in hand, to crash for the night. This opened the door for Gary and me to rush upstairs to consummate our completely improper, but highly intimate and pleasurable sexual relationship.
As soon as Mom's bedroom door clicked closed, Gary stood, took me by the hand and led me to my bedroom. As he closed my bedroom door behind me, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest in anticipation, and fear, about what was next.
"Gary, let's take our time. Let's not be in a rush here. We both want to remember this as something special..."
Gary interrupted me, "Of course. This is a night we will both remember for the rest of our lives; but neither of us will ever be able to tell another soul about it."
At the time Gary said that, I was sure he was right. But here I am, ten years later telling all of you every single detail about it. But you do not really know who I am, right? So I have the luxury of anonymity here, right? I mean, eventually, I had to tell someone, and it might as well be all of you; several thousand readers who I now consider among my closest friends and confidants, right?
I walked over to Gary, and pulled his shirt over his head, leaving his chest bare. I marveled at his broad shoulders and well defined pectoral muscles. I liked the visual accent the brown chest hair gave to his prominent nipples. God, he looked good.
I ran my fingers across his chest, playing with his chest hair, stopping at his nipples and caressing him as he struggled to get my shirt off. Yes, we were awkward. No, we were not skilled lovers yet. And the nervousness of what we were about to do only added to our awkwardness. But it was exciting just the same. And even in retrospect, it was beautiful.
Gary's pants were poking out in front, revealing a sizable bulge forming. I reached down and caressed his penis through the material and adjusted his cock so that it could comfortably point upward. I was impressed to see an inch or two the purple tinted head of his penis poking above the waistband of his pants.
As his large penis extended above the waistband of his pants, it seemed like the head was poking up, looking around for me and saying, 'where's Liz?'
I liked that thought; the thought that his penis was looking for his 'good friend Liz'. My brother had a very nice cock indeed.
Gary started to take off my top. After a slight struggle, Gary removed my shirt. I stood back from him and removed my bra, freeing my perky breasts and their erect nipple. I glanced at the mirror and caught a glimpse of Gary and me standing there, both naked from the waist up, Gary's erect penis peeking above the waist band of his pants. Objectively speaking, we looked good standing there together. Gary turned my so I was facing the mirror, and, while standing behind me, wrapped his arms around me, cupping my left breast with his right hand. We made a very handsome, albeit inappropriate, couple.
My right nipple, which was fully exposed, was a bright pink; and stood out excited and erect, like a firm little pebble. My blonde hair and green eyes gave me a cute, youthful and innocent, 'Meg Ryan-like' look on sharp contrast to the sexiness of my exposed breasts and abdomen.
Gary towered several inches above me. His strong frame was much larger, and stronger than mine. Gary and I shared the same blond hair, green eyes appearance that gave him a cute, 'surfer boy' look. Gary's arm, which was wrapped around me, was muscular; as was his chest. He was a tall, strong, handsome young man; no question about it.
I could feel Gary's penis pulsing against my ass as I stood there watching his one hand fondle my breast. I leaned my head backwards against his strong chest and savored the moment; the last few moments I would ever have as a virgin. The entire situation seemed surreal then, and still does now.
Gary reached down and unsnapped my shorts, and lowered the zipper. I could see my pale green panties peeking through the open zipper on my shorts. Gary began to lower my shorts, and my panties came with them. As my shorts were pulled past my ass and thighs, my light blond pubic hair came into view. It was very fine. I have a fair complexion and do not have much body hair. The thin, fine, blond pubic hair appeared almost translucent and provided very little cover for my now wet and aroused vagina.
I was naked in front of my brother, and I liked being exposed, and vulnerable, this way. It excited me.
I stepped out of my shorts and panties, while I reached behind myself to grasp Gary's erection. He was fully erect and very hard, actually rigid would be a more appropriate term. Now naked, I was fully exposed. With my back still towards him, Gary reached down to my vagina and found my erect clit and gently stimulated me with soft little circular motions that evoked a soft moan of pleasure from me.
"Mmmmmm, that feels nice, Gary," I encouraged him. I was already very wet and aroused.
After a few moments of this pleasurable foreplay, I turned to face him. I looked admiringly at the head of his penis still poking above his waistband. I knelt in front of him, and unsnapped his pants, opened his fly and pulled his pants and boxers down together, revealing the entire erect penis. His pants and boxers fell to his ankles leaving him essentially naked in front of me.
I took Gary's erection in my mouth as I knelt in front of him, as he struggled to free himself from the pants and boxers which were now wrapped around his ankles. I found it mildly amusing to have him in my mouth as he kicked and wrestled trying to get his pants, which were turning themselves inside out, off his ankles and feet. His penis bobbled and jerked in my mouth as Gary wrestled himself free.
I do not know why, but rather than reach down and assist him in getting free from his pants, I got some level of enjoyment allowing him to struggle himself free while keeping the head of his cock in my mouth. I guess brothers and sisters just naturally try to torture each other, even when they are engaged in completely inappropriate sexual activity, huh?
Once free from the shackles of his pants, Gray took my hand, and pulled me standing. I released his erection from my mouth as I stood. Then I leaned forward to give his firm erection one last kiss on its purple head. I liked Gary's penis; I liked it a lot. And I felt a real possessive ownership of Gary's penis, too. It was my pet, my toy, and it responded so well to me. It flattered and adored me. It was my friend! I guess a girl always has a bit of an emotional attachment to her first penis. I certainly did.
Gary led me to the bed and laid me on my back. Gary climbed between my legs, taking my knees and spreading them widely. I could feel my vagina open to his admiring gaze. I was wet and aroused, but afraid and nervous. Gary stared at my vulva for several seconds, "God Liz, you are so beautiful."
I could see his penis arch up in front of him as he said those words, indicating to me how sincere his admiration was. I loved knowing that he found me beautiful. I felt so very exposed and wicked lying there; and that exposure excited me further.
Gary leaned forward and kissed my vagina. Taking his fingers, he gently opened the folds of my vaginal lips and touched my erect clitoris with the tip of his tongue, sending a shock of pleasure through me.