Mum and Dad had flown interstate for the weekend with a couple of friends. Mark, my elder brother, and I were home and had 'opened the liquor cabinet' (actually, he'd had a few beers, I'd had a few wines – so both of us were pretty relaxed) with the television on in the background which was screening one of those lame current affairs programs.
Suddenly a segment was aired, purportedly reporting on the largest-ever survey of the sexual habits of 18 year-old girls. You know the sort of thing – so many were virgins, so many had engaged in sex one or two times, so many did it regularly but only when they were in a relationship, so many were now doing it weekly or more often, so many were lesbians.
"Hey, Sis," Mark suddenly asked. "You're also 18, which of those groups do you belong in?"
I was a bit taken aback. Mark and I had really never discussed sex – well, at least my sexual habits.
"What do you think?" I replied without really thinking.
"I'm not going to try to guess," Mark continued. "If I suggest you're a virgin and you're actually having it off weekly, you'll think I'm a dickhead. And if I suggest you're having sex on a weekly basis and you're actually a virgin, you'll think I'm a dickhead. So best you just tell me which of those groups you belong in."
Mark and I are close – in fact, our whole family is close. He had always treated me with respect, so I viewed him as the perfect brother. And we all seemed to be pretty open with one another – except the subject of any one of us actually having sex was not one we ever discussed.
I am a little shy. I'm also a homebody, and until leaving school this year I guess I had concentrated on my academic studies.
So, up until that time, I was a virgin.
It's not that I didn't want to have sex, or didn't need to have sex. It's just I hadn't yet had a boyfriend...let alone one who had taken my virginity.
In fact, the only sexual pleasure I'd ever received was from fingering myself. And that I enjoyed...reasonably frequently...because I thoroughly appreciated the benefits that flowed from orgasms!
The only thing that really prevented me from giving myself more orgasms was the fear of being discovered by Mum, Dad or Mark while I was masturbating...or them hearing me as I sometimes uncontrollably uttered, or occasionally yelled, the word 'yes!'
To mark my graduation from school, I had organised a contraceptive implant knowing that sometime soon I MUST become sexually active.
And I'd been told that 'yes is the word of a sexually happy woman' (with women often uttering it repeatedly as they are about to orgasm, for example – which I well knew!) – but, in my case, 'yes' and 'sex' had yet to be connected.
"Actually, I'm in the first group. I'm still a virgin," I hesitatingly admitted to Mark.
"That's tragic Sis," he replied.
"Actually," I continued, "I had thought recently about asking you if you knew anybody who might be willing to take me to bed, because I'm really past the stage when some guy should have taken my virginity."
"Well, I immediately know of two people who would love to get into your pants," Mark volunteered. "And they would be especially keen if they realised they would be popping your cherry."
I was intrigued. "Who are they?" I immediately enquired.
"Well, one is me...and I'll keep the details of the other one secret until I know for sure that you have become sexually active," he responded.
I was dumbfounded – momentarily.
Mark had never before suggested we might have sex. In fact, he'd never even suggested I reveal my nakedness to him. Mum and Dad had both impressed on him that he must be respectful to women, and I guess he had taken that message on board – which may be one reason he has been such a good brother.
For my part, I had fanaticised (as all girls do) about having different men lying on top of me in bed (and elsewhere!) – and on several occasions I'd thought it would be fun to be fucked by Mark. He had a fabulous body and seemed to be popular with the girls.
But I'd never, for one moment, ever thought he might be the one to take my virginity.
"But that would be incest," I replied.
"So?" he asked. "It would also be fun."
I didn't immediately reply. "Well, how ready are you really to lose your virginity?" was Mark's next question.
"Well, I'm ready anytime. I've had a contraceptive implant for a few months, if that gives you any clue."
Mark saw his opportunity. "Well, how about we do something about it right now?" he asked.
I could think of no reason not to say 'yes' (at last!!) – except that Mark was my brother.
As it turns out, I was actually very comfortable about my brother taking my virginity. After all, I was extremely apprehensive about what would happen on that 'first time' and I felt it was preferable for my sexual initiation to be with someone who understood me - and there is no other male who understands me better than my brother! The alternative seemed to involve a very significant risk of embarrassment from attempting to perform 'satisfactorily' with someone else who I barely knew.
Nonetheless, I was still terrified.
I couldn't remember how long it had been since I had last seen a man's penis. And I was sure I had never seen an erection – let alone, handled one. I knew from internet sites that I would be expected to play with his erection...help to stiffen it...probably suck it...and even possibly be given a mouthful of cum. And then I'd be asked to guide it into my love tunnel.
You can imagine that my apprehension was perhaps a little more than what usually confronts most other virgins – who, at least, usually are a little acquainted with their boyfriend's tool!
"O.K.," I said "On two conditions – that you will never again ask to have sex with me, because you and I really shouldn't be having sex with one another. And you will then suggest two other guys who might be willing to have sex with me and, if necessary, you will help me to organise dates with them."
And so that is how I ended up losing my virginity to my brother.
But please let me tell you what happened that night.
Losing your virginity is an exceptionally important event in every girl's life, and one that many girls would love to tell everybody about. They don't - but, in my experience, they DO frequently tell their closest girlfriends about it!!
I, of course, am now not in a position where I can ever share the details of that first intimate experience with any of my girlfriends, so because I don't know you and you don't know me, I'm thrilled to be able to share the details of my liberating defloration with you.
The first decision that Mark and I made was that this was to be no "quickie." We'd take our time, we'd try to make it as romantic as we could – well, as romantic as possible when brother and sister are in bed together...and as romantic as possible when sister is trying something for the first time...is apprehensive...might find it painful...and may even bleed.
Mark (bless him!) assured me he was no virgin and he would do everything possible to make the experience as pleasant as possible for me.
My cherry was to be popped on Mum and Dad's king-size bed. So we started in their ensuite, showering together.
I had no idea how difficult it would be to get undressed in front of Mark. After all, it had probably been more than a decade since he last saw me completely naked.
But he sensed my unease, so asked if he could remove my shirt and my shorts. Then my bra...and my panties!!
I, of course, (with some trepidation!) agreed...and then took the cue to remove his undies.
My Gawd! What was hiding in those undies was HUGE! And ERECT – VERY ERECT!!
I knew that what was to follow would be painful – possibly VERY PAINFUL.
And I feared the worse, I must admit. I WOULD be screaming, I WOULD bleed.
Mark took me by my waist and pulled me towards him. For the first time my body felt an erection...pressing hard up against me. And down there, where it was destined to go!
I felt I could hardly wait to have it inside.
