Taing My Brother's Virginity

SUMMARY: After a few innocent and accidental incidents between teen siblings, Dylan discovers a pair of her panties under her brother's pillow. Rather than be disgusted, she can't help but feel aroused by it. Which leads to her starting to play games with him. The heat rises between them as their attraction grows.

All characters in this story are 18 or older.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: As is often the case, this story was self-edited. Please excuse any typos I missed! Lastly, don't hesitate to reach out to me. I love hearing from you guys!

DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. Any character resemblances to real life personae are strictly coincidental. It is copyrighted. And copying, re-posting, storing (whether digitally or in print form) or redistribution of this material is prohibited.

@--'--,-- Chapter One --,--'--@

Oh great, you're here! Welcome to the first episode of my sexual escapades with my brother! Yeah, you heard me right. I started having sex with my brother. Woah woah woah, hold on a second! Before you get all "judgy". It was an accident, I swear! I seduced him, but I truly never meant to. And I certainly wasn't planning on fucking him! But by the time I realized what was happening, it was too late to resist.

Let me ask you this: Have you ever seduced someone and then, once you knew they were good and turned on, you left it alone? Or did you find yourself aroused by their reaction? Yeah. Well, I'm human. Fucking sue me! So, I seduced my brother (not on purpose!) and once he was all hot for me, I couldn't help but feel a simmering sizzle between my legs in response. (In my entire body, truthfully.) And when you put two attractive teenagers together and turn the arousal factor to a hundred, you know what you get?

Sex.

Unavoidable, unadulterated, carnal sex.

White hot sex

, I might add.

Alright, let me paint a little picture for you now. I'll try not to be too boring. Promise. So, my name is Dylan. I'm eighteen and graduated from high school a few months ago. My brother is a year older than me (nineteen) and respectively just finished his first year of college. His name is Jeremy. We both live with my parents and our rooms share an adjoining bathroom. It has a door that leads to each of our bedrooms. Neither of us ever minded that growing up. It has two sinks, but we rarely use them simultaneously. Still, it was nice to have my own side that wasn't riddled with toothpaste drippings.

Anyway. As I said, my brother is nineteen. And before the stuff in this story took place, I was like ninety-nine percent sure he was still a virgin. Not that I judged him for that or anything. On the other hand, I lost my virginity when I was fifteen, so I have a little more experience in that area. For the record, it was with a girl. Then I had sex for the first time with a boy when I was sixteen. But those facts have little or no relevance to this story. As I said, I'm just painting a scene for you. Stop being impatient!

Oh, and in case it feels like I'm having a "conversation" with you as I write this, that's because I am. The only problem is, you can't respond to me. I mean, you

can

talk back, but I just won't hear you! (Unless you write a comment to this story, I guess.) But really, do you know how many girls would kill to have the ability to talk and talk and talk without ever getting interrupted? Oh yes, I will relish this experience! HAHAHA. (I just had a coughing fit as I typed that. Excuse me.) Anyways, sorry for being cheeky, but it's fun.

Ok, back to the important stuff. Do you mind if I tell you what we look like? I mean, I could just leave that out and let you come up with an image on your own. But where's the fun in that? No, you're gonna get a full description right here, right now.

In case you didn't figure it out, I'm a girl. I know Dylan is more commonly a dude's name. But too bad. I love my name. It's unusual, just like the rest of me. My build is slender and I have small to medium sized breasts. They're one of my favorite things about myself, if I'm being honest. For three reasons. First, because I love their shape! I've often caught myself standing in front of the bathroom mirror, hoisting them up and checking them out from different angles. They're perky and "fun" and slightly teardrop shaped when I let them hang.

Second, I am infatuated with my nipples. Most nipples I've seen on other girls are considerably darker. But mine are such a bright pink, I'd almost call them "hot pink"! My girlfriends have certainly been happy with them, too. Oh yeah, and that brings me to the last reason I'm so obsessed with my tits. They are sensitive! All over, not just on the tips. It would be weird for me to masturbate without also stimulating my boobs. They add so much pleasure, it's not even funny!

Ok, now you know the ins and outs of my bosom. Let's get to the rest of me. My belly is quite flat, and I have the world's tiniest little belly button. I can barely fit my pinky finger in the thing! But that's ok. I've had plenty of compliments about that, too! To the point where it's rare for me to be seen in public without showing it off.

I'm 5'5" tall, which is pretty average compared to my friends. And, possibly one of my most notable features are my lips. They're super fat. (Ok, you might call them "plump" instead. I don't care. But they're not thin and skimpy. And I am not one of those girls who glosses them up to make them

look

bigger than they are. They're just fluffy and that's that. Again, my girlfriends have enjoyed that feature about me, too. For more than one reason, if you know what I mean!

Now, what would be a description of someone if they didn't tell you about their smile? Well, I like mine. But mainly because I've had so many compliments over the years. My genetics must have been spot on, because I never needed braces. My teeth have always been perfectly straight, and even. So, when I smile, I don't mind when they go on full display. I've been told I am quite photogenic. I'll take that compliment! Overall, I'm happy with how I look. Or at least I'm content with it.

And lastly, we come to my hair. I keep it long and wavy, and I don't do "bangs". It's mostly one layer that I just brush back over my shoulders (or wear up in a ponytail, or braids.) It's black. Not quite raven black, but definitely dark enough that it would never be mistaken for brown.

Alright, alright, alright. Enough about me! What about the hunk who sleeps in the room next to mine? You know, the one just on the other side of our co-ed bathroom? Yeah, I'm talking about my brother, Jeremy! He's almost half a foot taller than me. He used to be pretty lanky, until he joined a gym a couple years ago. Now he's got nice looking biceps, a tone chest, and even some semblance of a six-pack happening on his stomach. (I was happy to see him start to take care of himself.)

Jeremy's face is almost the exact same shape as mine, being mostly round, but slightly ovular. Which makes it pretty obvious we're related whenever we're out in public together. But that doesn't matter to me. I still think he's hot, even if we could pass for twins. His eyes are dark brown, just like mine. Obviously, he looks masculine whereas I am clearly female.

Oh, and his lips are not "fat" like mine. Not at all. They're manly, though. I don't know how else to describe them than that! His hair is where the similarities end, though. While mine is black, his is a dirty blonde. He keeps it short, with an unruly, scraggly "style". I swear he just hops out of bed and it's already perfect every morning. Like a god damn movie star. (I usually spend at least half an hour on my own hair.)

Alright, let's set looks aside now. How about we build some

character

? Well, as you may have guessed, I'm bi-sexual. I've been with both girls and guys. But I've had more girlfriends than boyfriends. By contrast, as far as I know, my brother is fully hetero. He's only had one girlfriend, but they broke up last summer. And, like I said, I was confident he was still a virgin, right up until recently. Which is kinda where this story begins. (Sorry for the lengthy intro!)

Again, I will say that what happened next was genuinely accidental. It was never my intention to seduce my brother. Not at first, that is. But let's take a look at how it all played out. Shall we? Jeremy and I have always been close. I mean, we basically told each other everything. He knew about my first time having sex, and bits and pieces of my relationships since. He was always genuinely interested. Maybe a little

too

interested in certain parts, but it never fazed me. And I never minded telling him stuff. He soaked it all up like a sponge.

Ok. Remember how I told you about the "shared" bathroom my brother and I use? That's the key to where this crazy tale begins. And it all started with my dildo. Well, one of them. Technically, I own two. I got my first one on my eighteenth birthday from my best friend. Unfortunately, it turned out to be a little too... small, for my taste. So I ordered a new one online. It was a lot bigger. Not that I whipped out a ruler or anything, but if I had to guess, I'd say I it was roughly seven inches long and just shy of two inches in width.

It all started so innocently. I frequently used my dildo in the bathtub at night, before going to bed. There was something extra erotic about getting myself off in there, instead of waiting until I was under my sheets. I liked it. Especially how it felt when I slid it inside my pussy underwater. (It was completely waterproof, so I never worried about ruining it.) Anyway. One night just a few months ago, after a particularly juicy session, I felt so good afterwards that I went straight from the tub to my bed, without even bothering to get dressed. And I completely forgot and left my dildo lying in the bathtub. The next morning, Jeremy showed up in my room holding the thing.

"Uh, you left this in the bathroom," he told me.

Reaching a hand out from under my sheets (I was still naked), he handed it to me. Then I grinned at him and shoved it toward his crotch as I said, "Oh! Say, how does this compare to you?" I raised an eyebrow, staring at the dildo and imagining it was his penis. He rolled his eyes at me, which made me laugh. Then he left without a word.

And that was where it all started. As I said, it was completely innocent.

@--'--,-- Chapter Two --,--'--@

About a week after the whole "dildo" incident, something else happened. You may or may not have picked up on this, but I tended to be somewhat of a fiend for orgasms. Almost every morning, I masturbated in the bathroom. (In addition to getting myself off at night.) Sometimes, I did it in the shower, and sometimes I did it while I waited for the water to warm up. This particular morning, as I stood waiting for the bathroom to fill with steam, I played with myself with my panties on. I'm not entirely sure why I enjoyed it so much, but the sensation of rubbing my clit through the fabric of my underwear was often enjoyable.

By the time I got myself off, the water was heated up enough for me to hop in the shower. Sliding my panties down my legs, I left them on the tile beside the tub. Afterwards, when I was in my closet picking out a wardrobe for the day, I heard the floor creak in my room. Not bothering to check it out at the time, when I stepped out of my closet a few minutes later, I discovered my panties from the bathroom lying on my bed. They were stretched out and smooth, as if they had been placed deliberately.

With a frown, I scooped them up and headed to my brother's room. He was just tugging on a shirt as I walked in. "Did you put these on my bed?" I asked, holding the underwear up in the air.

Jeremy at least had the decency to blush as he said, "Yeah, I kinda found them on the floor in the bathroom."

Shaking my head, I said, "You coulda put them in the hamper."

"I didn't know if they were dirty or not," he said. And he sounded genuine.

Scrunching my nose as I stared at the panties in my hand, I asked, "You couldn't tell how soiled they were?" Pulling them toward my face, I inhaled. They had a distinctly pungent odor. It wasn't unpleasant, though. But still. Then I said casually, "I masturbated with these on this morning." I'm not even sure why I said it, but since my brother and I were so close, I assumed the admission wouldn't horrify him.

"Oh," Jeremy said. And then he blushed again. His eyes were like augers as he stared at my underwear that I still held in the air.

Flashing him one of my infamous grins, I walked out of his room and went about my day. I didn't really think anything more of it at the time. But then, a few days later, I did it again. That is, I masturbated in the bathroom with my panties on, and then left them on the floor after taking a shower. Mind you, I was not consciously doing anything on purpose to mess with my brother. I swear! But after I got dressed, I remembered that I needed to go grab them. Except, when I stepped into the bathroom, they were gone.

Feeling curious, I walked into my brother's room again. He wasn't there, though. I'm not even sure where the notion came from, but I walked over to his bed and threw the covers back. His sheets were a little smelly. Not too bad, but I figured I'd at least suggest that he change them later. Regardless of that, there was no sign of my underwear. Chuckling to myself, I started pulling his comforter up again, but then I froze. What was that? Peeking out from beneath his pillow, I saw something red. Reaching my hand out, I grabbed it and pulled. Oh. It was the very pair of panties I had been wearing while I masturbated just thirty minutes earlier.

What the fuck?

If the shock of finding my underwear under my brother's pillow wasn't enough, the fact that I started getting wet at the discovery certainly threw me for a loop. Who would have thought I could get turned on by something my own brother did? For a minute, I just stood there, dumbly trying to understand why Jeremy would have my panties in his bed. But the reason seemed pretty obvious, and I couldn't deny the fact that it aroused me.

The very next morning, I decided to test a theory that had been forming in my head for the past twenty-four hours. And so, as I lay in bed, I reached both hands under the sheets and quietly began to masturbate. With my panties on. I purposely got myself close multiple times before pushing it over the brink, just to make sure they were good and saturated with juice. My orgasm was considerably stronger than usual, especially considering what I was thinking about while I masturbated. Namely, the little test I was about to put my brother through.

It took about fifteen minutes before my body calmed down enough that I could get out of bed. Even then, my legs felt a bit wobbly. Stepping out of my underwear, I tiptoed my way into the bathroom and placed them on the floor right in front of the bathtub. Sneaking back out, I waited patiently in my room. Well, "patiently" is a relative term here. My heart was racing as I thought about how my brother might react to seeing my soiled panties lying on the floor yet again. And considering that he had essentially stolen the last pair, I couldn't help but feel a little excited.

I heard Jeremy use the toilet a few minutes later. Holding my breath, I listened intently, trying to piece together a vision in my mind when he discovered them. The water in the sink started and, thirty seconds later, it turned off. I thought I heard the door squeal, suggesting he had exited the bathroom. But I waited another five minutes just to be safe. When I didn't hear any more sounds, I got out of bed once more and padded my way to the bathroom. One glance told me everything I needed to know. My panties were nowhere to be seen.

My blood started to boil. Not in a bad way, though. Despite having just gotten myself off less than thirty minutes ago, my pussy was pulsing with little swirls of pleasure. Taking a deep breath, I turned toward the door leading to my brother's bedroom. It was closed. As quietly as I could, I turned the knob and then silently opened it.

The scene that reached my eyes made me gasp. There he was, sprawled out on his bed, completely naked. His eyes were closed, so he didn't notice me standing there. My gaze zeroed in on the focal point of the entire room. My brother's cock. First of all, it was a brilliant size. Slightly narrower than my dildo, it was about the same length. Honestly, it was gorgeous. And I had never used that word to describe a penis before in my life!

But even more striking was the fact that my brother had my panties wrapped around his pole, stroking himself with them. If seeing him masturbate wasn't enough to turn me on, the fact that he was using my soiled underwear to wank himself off certainly was. The tickling pulse between my legs amped up in volume so rapidly that I gasped again. That caught his attention.

"What the fuck?" Jeremy exclaimed, eyes wide as he stared at me. He stopped stroking himself, but the evidence of his taboo use of my panties was so incriminating, he didn't even bother trying to hide them.

Ever the cool younger sis, I planted my hands on my hips, arms akimbo, and said, "You're using my panties, dude. I want them back."

He gaped at me, like a fish out of water. But after a few seconds, he at least showed signs of guilt when his cheeks colored. His head turned toward his cock, and his face turned an even darker shade of red. Then he finally let go of it. I watched as my underwear dropped onto his stomach. I could literally see the dark stain from several feet away from where my juices had soaked the fabric. Wow. I really had soiled them good!

Maintaining a serious expression on my face, I tried to act nonchalant as I said, "Well, you can go ahead and finish. I don't mind if you cum in them. Just give them back when you're done."

"What??" he sounded strangled. The look of incredulity on his face was priceless. I couldn't help but smile at him.

Slowly backing my way out of his room, I said, "Ok, I'll let you do it in privacy, Jer. Just, when you're done with them, leave them in the bathroom. Ok?"

I didn't wait for him to answer as I pulled his door shut behind me. For a few seconds, I stood in the bathroom trying to catch my breath. I couldn't believe what I had just done! Oh my fucking god, Dylan! You're insane! I felt like laughing. But my body was so aroused, I didn't feel very mirthful. Just fucking horny. Damn. This was way more intense than I expected. And more fun, too. Once my nerves settled a bit, I went back to my own room and shut the door behind me. Then I sat on my bed and waited.

A little while later, I heard a door open inside the bathroom. My heart leapt up into my throat. Staring at the door, I wondered if he was going to walk into my room. The sound of running water told me he was taking a shower. So, for the next twenty minutes, I contemplated. When had I grown a pair of balls? Admittedly, it was fun to mess with my brother. But I had not expected it to be such a turn on. All I could think about was whether or not he had gone through with it. Did he cum all over my panties? And why exactly was that thought sexy to me?

The water stopped and then I heard my brother traipsing around in the bathroom for another couple minutes. Finally, I heard his bedroom door open again and then there was silence within. Waiting another thirty seconds, I finally stood and made my way back to the bathroom. My hand was shaking as I turned the handle and stepped inside. When I turned my head, I saw them. Sitting on the sink.

Taking two quick strides, I grabbed my panties and spread them open in front of me. My jaw dropped. Right in the middle of the crotch area was a thick layer of white goo. It had mostly soaked into the fabric, but it was obvious that it was semen. Holy shit! He really did it! The wave of pleasure that spun its way through my body just then was strong enough that I nearly had an orgasm as I stood there.