The holiday had ended and Michael and I were desperately in love. We grasped at every opportunity to be alone so that we could exchange loving kisses, and I grew to adore the way he proudly pressed his body against me so that I could feel the rapid stiffening in his pants. He claimed that when he kissed me he could go from soft to full erection in 3 seconds! My hand would then slip between us to test his hardness, and if time and privacy permitted I would work my hand under his waist belt to gain a more intimate contact.
Mum and Dad were never far away so regrettably anything bolder was out of the question. We discussed the possibility of Michael coming to my room when they were asleep but eventually agreed that it was far too dangerous as Dad was in the habit of getting up frequently at night to go to the toilet. Michael and I had always shared a bed together so that by itself would not have been a problem, but being caught with the pair of us stark naked with Michael on top of me, and his sperm all over my breasts would have been very difficult to explain!
School started again and we had to content ourselves with passing little notes to each other. We sat together in most classes and I got a thrill from passing him little bits of paper with pictures of erect phalluses and watching his blushes as he hurriedly crumpled them up and put them in his pocket. On the bus ride home we tried to sit at the back and if nobody could see us, our hands, hidden by our schoolbags, would slowly move to each other's crotches. On one occasion I actually managed to work his penis out of his fly and gently masturbated him while his finger under my skirt rubbed against my clitoris through my panties. I tried to make him come but as always Michael was sensible and took my hand away when he felt himself getting close.
The weekend came round in next to no time and on the Saturday to our delight Mum and Dad announced that they were going out to a dinner party with some family friends. They asked if we would be OK by ourselves and suggested that we might like to go to a movie but Michael and I instantly read each other's minds and assured them that we would be perfectly OK by ourselves and rather fancied just watching television. They were happy to leave us to look after ourselves; after all, it had been a long time since we had needed babysitters.
The rest of the day then dragged by slower and slower. We were desperate for Mum and Dad to go out but the minute hand of the clock seemed to grind to a halt. Never before had Mum been so slow at getting ready and I fussed around her helping her do her hair. I overdid my attention and at one point she even asked why I was being so uncommonly helpful!
Eventually they left and we listened in silence to the sound of the car pulling away down the drive. Michael looked at me, and I looked at him, and I started to get the giggles. The front of his trousers was visibly rising! I punched him on the arm.
"You can just quit that right now!" I teased. Michael made a grab for me and I squealed and ducked under his arm. There followed a game of catch that we must have done a thousand times before, but this time my brother was under the handicap of sporting a rampant erection! Eventually he caught me and pinned me down on the living room sofa and smothered me with kisses as he pushed a knee between my legs and pressed his erection firmly against my stomach.
"Michael, slow down!"
He pulled away from me. I saw a puzzled look on his face, tinged with disappointment.
"We have all evening", I explained, "They won't be back for hours".
I pushed him into a sitting position and gave his groin a playful little squeeze. "Lets get something to eat", I suggested. Reluctantly he agreed and we raided the kitchen, filling up on a typically unhealthy teenager's diet. Afterwards I cleared up the dishes while Michael watched TV and then I sat next to him and kissed him.
"Michael, can we make tonight special?"
"Jen, we can't do that! I haven't got any... things, you know..."
"No silly, I don't mean that. But can we do things the way I want to, to make it special for me?"
"Of course," he replied, "What do you want to do?"
"I want to see if I can... if... if I can have a - you know - a climax like you do. I have come so close before... can we try?"
My darling brother smiled and kissed me softly on the lips. "Of course, Jen. I want you to as well – it would be wonderful. But I don't know how... you must tell me what to do."
The way he looked at me was adorable and I felt my heart melting. "We'll work it out together", I whispered in his ear. "It can't be that difficult. I want to have a shower, will you come with me?"
I was already unbuttoning my blouse as I stood up and Michael did not need any further persuasion. I led the way to the bathroom, dropping bits of clothing on the floor as I undressed on the way, and Michael followed me, carefully picking each item up.
"Silly!" I chided and Michael explained, "We can't leave these here, they may come home early".
"Well if they do, they will catch us in the shower together!"
I got under the shower and started washing while Michael undressed. He came in beside me; his penis fiercely erect, almost vertical against his stomach. I started to soap his chest and shoulders and he did the same to me and I trembled as his hands moved quickly to my breasts, lathering them with soap and fondling them tenderly. I looked down and watched his hands on my breasts, the way he cupped the small mounds, the way he touched the swelling nipples, the way he softly held the stiffening peaks between finger and thumb, teasing them to tingling erection.
"Oh, Michael", I sighed, and put my head on his shoulder as he caressed me. I reached down and held his penis, moved my hand slowly on him, felt the tip pressing against my stomach. I heard him groan. I stood on tiptoe and slipped him between my legs and then clasped him between my thighs as we embraced. I could feel the rigid length of him under me, my soft lips hugging his shaft, and as we held each other tightly he started to move his hips so that he slid slowly to and fro, to and fro, my heart pounded in my chest. Oh yes, it felt almost as if he was inside me! I could feel my own juices seeping, mixing with the water and anointing him as I gripped him tightly between my thighs.
"Oh, Michael, it feels so lovely!"
His hands moved down my back to hold my buttocks and he thrust faster and with more urgency. I slid my hands down to cup his buttocks and held him and pulled him towards me and we moved together like mirror images as the warm water cascaded over us. I felt my hard nipples rubbing against his chest and sighed in ecstasy; this was absolutely glorious!
Michael emitted a particularly passionate groan and stopped moving, pulling me to an abrupt halt against him. I looked up into his eyes.
"Oh, Jen, that feels so good, I have to stop!"
I snuggled my face against his chest and reached behind me; my fingertips found him and I tenderly caressed the swollen head as it nestled between my buttocks.
"Oh, God, Jen, stop!"
"Not nice?" I asked, but I knew very well that the delicate touch of my fingertips on his pulsing tip was driving him mad with lust.
"Its... fantastic... but if you don't stop, I'll come!"
I laughed and kissed him and then stepped back. His penis flicked up from between my legs like a spring to slap against his stomach. I turned off the shower and reached for the towels. We towelled each other dry and I took him by the hand and led him to my bedroom. I had already prepared the scene and had lit some candles and pulled the duvet back. I don't think Michael was capable of taking in the romantic setting, such was the state of his erection, but at least I could appreciate it! We lay side-by-side on my bed and kissed and I shivered in delight as Michael's fingertips caressed the soft tips of my breasts. I moved onto my back and looked down to watch the area around my nipples wrinkle and pucker as the peaks stiffened deliciously. Michael bent his head and kissed my neck, my shoulder, and then slowly his lips moved over my chest; I moaned and arched my back, lifting my breasts to meet his mouth. He kissed each nipple in turn and then licked, and finally took my right nipple into his mouth to suck.
I could feel the wetness flooding between my legs and I moaned and parted my thighs and Michael read my mind; his hand moved down over my stomach, his fingertips slipped through the soft curling hair and he cupped me gently. I spread my legs wider and lifted my pelvis up towards his hand and whimpered in delight as I felt him pulling his hand firmly up against me. Oh it felt so good! His fingers started to probe, gently parting my lips and exploring the wetness between them. I gasped with delight at the sensation and my thighs parted wider as I opened up to his touches. Oh yes! A fingertip slipped inside me, circling, dipping into the soft wet mouth. I strained against him, urging him deeper, "Oh Michael, yes!"
My darling brother took his mouth from my breasts and kissed me. "Jen, tell me what you want me to do, show me".
"Oh, yes, do that, its lovely!"
Our mouths met and we kissed as his finger slipped deeper and deeper inside me. He started to plunge it in and out rather too quickly and I put my hand over his and guided him, showing him how I wanted him to touch me. My fingers moved alongside his with soft touches, exquisite caresses of the folds and lips; together we explored and found what gave me the keenest sensations. When my lips were swollen and liberally coated with dew I knew I was ready and I took his hand and guided him to my clitoris; I held the hood back with my fingers and positioned his fingertip, showed him how to flick so lightly over the swollen little bud, how to dip down to get more juices as they seeped from me, then back to the bud, oh yes, its so lovely, yes Michael, oh yes its lovely... yes, like that, don't stop!
