Britslut’s
Slutty Stories
Cuddling
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Lying awake late that night, I hear my brother come home from his date. He spends some time in the bathroom and then I hear his bedroom door close softly. Making sure there is no sound from the Parents’ bedroom, I pad along the hallway and slip quietly into his bedroom. I’ve learned how to stop the door squeaking, and where the loose floorboard is.
I can tell he’s still awake. I pull my nightie off and slide into bed alongside him, feeling his hot naked body, firm and masculine. He smells faintly of the town - beer, smoke and female perfume. His arm slips around my shoulders automatically and I snuggle down against him, my breast buds pressed into his side.
‘How was your date?’ I whisper.
‘She was OK.’ He whispers back.
‘Just OK? Did you snog her?’
‘Yes, a bit.’ He’s teasing me, letting out information one bit at a time.
‘Anything else? Did you feel her tits?’
‘Just the once. She wouldn’t let me go any further.’
I breathe a sigh of relief. I didn’t really expect any result from his date; at 16, my brother is shy and awkward with girls - although I think he’s the hunkiest guy in the world, of course. And I know the girl he went out with - she’s the elder sister of a close friend, who reckons she only agreed out of pity.
‘Poor bro. You must be really horny.’ I reach out and touch his cock. As I expected, it’s swollen and rigid, like a hot iron pipe covered in velvet. It jerks and I can tell that he’s close to orgasm. My heart beats fast.
‘No, don’t,’ he murmurs, but the thrust of his hips belies his words. ‘We mustn’t.’
‘Why not?’
‘It’s wrong ...’
I curl and rest my head on his stomach. It’s hot under the duvet.
‘Feels all right to me,’ I say, and open my mouth as wide as I can and sheath the hot smooth head of his cock in it. I swirl my tongue around the great dome and he moans once, twice, then his body goes rigid and a jet of warm gooey sperm fills my mouth. I swallow it hurriedly, in time to receive the next spurt. I’ve had plenty of practice at this and I manage to drink it all down until his spasms die away and his cock begins to soften.
I snuggle into his side again, grateful for the fresh air, and burp softly.
‘Feel better?’ I whisper.
‘Oh sis,’ he murmurs. ‘I love you.’
‘I love you too,’ I say, and I mean it. I’m glad his date didn’t work out. I’m determined that the first girl he has sex with will be me - I mean fuck, as I guess that what we’ve done already counts as having sex! But I’m only just 13 and not yet big enough for his cock (I know, I’ve tried with fingers). I only hope that I grow fast, before he overcomes his adolescent shyness with girls. (I’m also determined that he’ll be the one whom I give my virginity to, but fortunately that’s more within my control.)
We drift off to sleep, cuddling. Later I wake and start to stroke his chest and stomach. His cock is hard again, although he’s still asleep. My pussy is feeling hot and moist, so I pull the duvet back and straddle him gently, sliding my slit up and down the hard fat rod of his cock. His spongy cum-channel rubs against my button, sending waves of pleasure up my spine.
In the dim light I see him open his eyes and discover my slim pale body moving above him. His hands go automatically to my hipbones.
‘We mustn’t ...’
‘Why not?’
‘You’re my sister ...’
‘So?’ I’m finding it harder to whisper as my excitement is growing.
He doesn’t have an answer, either that or his cock is taking all his attention. I can feel it getting harder and pushing up against my pussy. My climax is not far off. I look down and see his cock glistening with my wetness. His hips jerk and a string of whiteness shoots out onto his stomach. I shiver and shudder as my orgasm sweeps through me, trying not to make a sound, for fear of waking the Parents.
I collapse forward, the warm sperm squishing between our bodies. We’re both breathing hard; his cock is quivering against my pubes and I’m getting little aftershocks through my loins. We drift off to sleep.
In the early morning, the radio alarm awakens me. I’m still lying on top of my brother and our bodies are stuck together with dried sperm. I unpeel myself, ticklishly, and put on my nightie, then give him a kiss on the cheek and slip back to my own room. One day, quite soon, I’ll have sex with him properly ...
(continued in Competition)
last modified 22 September 2004