I want to tell you about something that I stumbled upon many years ago as a young girl. Dad was always the 'lets be prepared' kind of guy and he would always be installing safety devices in the house, fire ladders in the upstairs windows, smoke and fire alarms where necessary. But it was the nights of the family fire drills that gave me an idea that I finally acted on in my first year in college.
My name is Betsy and I am 5'7" tall, slender with a small B cup breasts and light red hair. I am the older of two children. My brother Matt is a year younger. He stood 6"2' tall with a football players build, very muscular. He was a good looking guy but was not very aggressive when it came to meeting girls and with football practice he was usually left with very little if any time to see a girl even if he found one,
I had come home for a three-day break from college during my freshman year and being back in the house brought back so many memories of my childhood. For some reason I recalled the late night fire drills that Dad would surprise us with and how difficult it was to get Matt awake and out of the house. To say he slept like a log would almost be appropriate, to say he slept like a rock would be better. Dad always kidded that he really needed a stick of dynamite to wake Matt up once he'd fallen asleep.
So here I am home from college, I'd just broken up with my latest loser boyfriend and crawled home for some comfort and support. Mom and Dad were great and so was Matt but everyone was so wrapped up in their own lives that I started to feel a bit lonely. Late that first night, long after everyone had gone to bed I was still up. I just could not sleep. As I wandered the upstairs hall I glanced down to see one of the fire ladders Dad had installed for our safety. It was that thought that reminded me of how deeply my brother Matt slept.
I decided to see just how deeply he slept now that he was older and I crept into his room. He looked to be out cold and was lying uncovered on his bed in just his boxers. He was on his back. I made some small noises to see if he was asleep then I started jiggling the bed but nothing seemed to stir him. My jiggling of the bed however had opened the front of Matt's boxers and I gasped at what I saw. My brother possessed a fairly large member and I just stared at it in amazement. I don't know how long I starred but at some point I became afraid he would waken so I quietly left the room.
I still could not sleep but now it was because I could not get the picture of my brother's cock out of my mind. If it had been anyone other then my brother I would be plotting on how to get that man to stuff me with it. I just could not see myself begging Matt to fuck me, his sister.
I was fairly tired all the next day and though we all went to Matt's senior day football game, I was not energetic enough to go out with some old classmates I had seen at the game. I had a quiet night at home with my parents and went to bed early, about ten thirty. Sometime about two in the morning I woke up. As I lay there, thinking about going back to sleep, my adventures from the night before came to mind. Once again I saw the huge cock between my brothers legs and could feel a moistening between my legs. I decided to see how much Matt could take and still not wake up.
Matt was in the same position as he was the night before and after making some noises right in his ear and again bouncing the mattress Matt was still out. I was happy to see that so was his cock. Gingerly I reached out to lightly touch it and was amazed at the warmth I felt as my fingers traced the veins running the length of his shaft. I was pleasantly surprised to feel it hardening to my touch and I wondered again if Matt was playing possum. I removed my hand and crept back and stayed silent to see if he moved or looked to see where I had gone, but the only muscle that moved was his cock and even at this distance I could see that it was now very hard and had increased it size tremendously.
I crept up to the bed and this time I put my hand around the base of his shaft and lifted his cock upright. I could not believe how hard he was and how warm his cock was in my hands. Slowly I began to slide my hand up and down his shaft and became so excited watching this that I had to slide my other hand between my legs to satisfy the growing itch in my pussy.
As I began to move my hand faster on his hard cock, I was trying to solve the problem of his cum, I did not want it to dry on him and make him wonder what had happened. Neither did I want his sheets stained and have Mom see the results of what she would think was Matt's masturbation. The only solution I could think of was to position my mouth over the head of his cock and try to shoot his cum in my mouth. So as I continued to increase my pace I bent over the bed with my mouth open just above his cock. After holding this position for a few seconds I realized that I was being foolish and I bent my head down further and allowed as much of his cock in my mouth as I could. This was the only time that night that I felt as if I were being incestuous. Stroking him did not seem so intimate but having his hot cock in my mouth, sliding my mouth up and down, felt forbidden. That taboo feeling was erupting in my pussy and driving me to the edge of an orgasm. I increased my motions on Matt's cock hoping I could get him off then run to my room and bury my fist in my pussy but it was not to be.
