\[This is a work of fiction. All places, events, and persons are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental]
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I last saw my brother, Sam, when I was thirteen. Although he was five years older than I, we were very close growing up. Dad died when I was two so we were the only two kids in a single mother household and I think Sam liked to be the "big brother" to me, Missy, the "little sister." Sam was very protective of me and, at a very early age, began to raise me almost more than mother who had to work much of the time. Sam and I had the house to ourselves much of the time as a consequence of mother's work schedule and we were quite informal with each other. I paraded around the house naked in front of Sam until about the age of ten or eleven, although he rarely appeared in less than his jockey shorts. We cuddled and caressed each other quite a lot and he bathed me, again to about the age of ten or eleven.
After graduating from high school, Sam left for computer training at a technical school out of state, he was a computer genius, and then immediately went overseas for a job with an international corporation. It would be ten years before I would see him again. Meantime, I made it through high school with my virginity intact, barely. I was a late bloomer both physically and emotionally. I was very much the little girl, no tits, and with very little of the "womanly" shape otherwise. I was shy and withdrawn without my "big brother" around. But during my junior year, especially the second half of it, that changed, drastically.
My tits suddenly decided to show up and overdevelopment is the only word I can think of to describe them. From mere buds, I very quickly began to sprout a pair of 36Ds! The rest of me rounded out into quite a female shape as well. I also sprouted up to five foot, ten inches. Boy, did the boys suddenly notice! The boy who took me to the Valentine's dance my junior year was my first, serious love affair. After the dance and out on Hunter's Point in the car, he managed to get my tits bared and licked and sucked them nearly to death. His hand got between my legs, but over my clothes and I knew he was interested in more. I was not ready for the whole shebang yet, so I distracted him by freeing his cock and jacking him to an explosive climax. He shot his load all over the dash, seat, and floor, but I didn't have to fuck him.
Three months later, I managed a similar distraction for a different boyfriend who took me to prom. My senior year, things got a little heavier. Still another new boyfriend, Jack, took me to the valentine dance this time. The dance was dreamy and I thought I was in love. I thought Jack felt the same way. Once again at Hunter's Point after the dance, Jack had an arm around me and said, "Missy, you are so beautiful tonight," and leaned over to kiss me. I leaned into him and returned his kiss.
Jack's other hand found my chest and slipped inside the top of my cocktail type dress to find bare breasts, unfettered by a bra. In very short order, the spaghetti straps slid down my arms and the dress top dropped to my waist. Jack leaned down and began kissing my nipples and they reacted--boing, boing--into very stiff erectness. While still kissing my tits, Jack's hand slipped beneath the hem of my dress and slid up my thigh to my panty clad pussy. He began a vigorous finger play on my mons and up and down my slit--still over top of the panties.
"Jack," I said, "slow down, you are hurting me!"
"Oh, but you feel so good," he answered.
"Yes, I like it too, but I don't need cuts and bruises, Jack!" was my reply. I still was not interested in a fuck, so I took a calculated chance and said, "Jack, take my panties off!" Jack gurgled greedily and did as I asked. "Now," I said, eat me, but watch those teeth!" Jack gave me a reasonably good tongue job, just barely. He did get me more or less aroused so I was willing to do the next step.
I could feel and hear Jack drop his zipper and I intervened when I said, "Let me help, Jack." I got his cock out and immediately leaned down and got the helmet in my mouth. I knew Jack was highly aroused and I intended to blow him into climax and thus sidestep a full fuck. I wasn't a lot better at fellatio than he had been at cunnilingus, but he erupted rather quickly with a geyser of cock cream all over my face and chest. I said, "Lick it off, Jack--clean me up." After he did, I saw he was starting to get hard again and I countered with, "That's enough for tonight, Jack, take me home please."
I was still going with Jack at senior prom time and I was his date again. We ended up at Hunter's Point again, as usual and Jack really wanted to fuck me. However, I managed to prevent that for still another time. I think that was the reason Jack and I drifted apart rather quickly after that night. He wanted to fuck and I did not. Why not, I was not really sure at the time, but I would find out why much later.
After high school, I went to secretarial school and got a really good job and I was really good at it, so good, in fact, that within two years I had worked my way up to the position of private secretary to the boss in a large insurance firm. But I had developed the reputation as "The Ice Lady." I dated but rarely, very rarely, declining offers right and left until the offers became few and far between, at least among my fellow workers and others who knew me. I would get occasional hits at social gatherings from people who were mostly strangers trying to get to know me, but I declined most of those also. Needless to say, I continued my virginity and without really thinking much about it. Then my brother came home.
Sam showed up at my apartment one Friday night about six and when I answered the door, asked, "Hey little sister, would you like to go out for dinner with your big brother tonight?" I was so startled, I burst into tears and into his open arms to hug and kiss him nearly to death!
"Oh, SAM!" I cried, and showered more kisses on his face, nose, ears, neck, eyes, and yes, on his mouth. God! My panties are getting wet, I thought. Without conscious thought, I forced my tongue into Sam's mouth and, after a moments hesitation, he reciprocated! My panties were now really soaked and I could feel the growing bulge in Sam's pants pressed up against me. Sam must have realized this and tried to back away a bit, but I grabbed his butt and pulled him tightly into me. "Oh my God, Sam, how I have missed you. You are mine tonight!" I had suddenly realized I had been saving myself for Sam. He was the one I wanted--he was my real love.
Finally, Sam managed to get us inside the room and close the door behind us. "Well, little sister," he said, "I can surely see that I will probably have to call you big sister from now on. You have grown up some in the ten years since we last saw each other. More that some, I guess I would have to say! But, if we are going out to dinner, you had best start getting ready hadn't you?"
"Yes, yes," I replied stepping back a bit, "but let me get a good look at you, you big lout! God, but you look good. You're so fit and tan! I bet you left a string of broken hearts in your trail!"
"Maybe a few," Sam replied, "but not that many, really."
