Author: wolfcub
Title: Brother First
Summary: A teen-aged girl takes her little brother's virginity.
Keywords: fb 1st inc preg?

Margot's favorite pastime was messing with people--and her best friend, 
Emily, was as valid a target as anyone. In fact, Margot's piece de 
resistance had come at Emily's expense.

It had started a few weeks ago, when Emily's parents were away for the 
weekend, and she had had to take her 11-year-old brother, James, to his 
dive meet. Emily didn't mind. James thought the world of his big 
sister, so he never caused her any trouble or grief, and he was always 
eager to do whatever she asked of him. 

She had roped Margot into going with her, and to make her pay, Margot 
had done her best to embarrass Emily by making risque comments about 
the male divers and their skimpy swimsuits in an overly-loud voice. She 
had particularly gone on about James.

"Is that last year's swimsuit? It looks small on him. It does show off 
his adorable little butt, though--and check out that bulge in front!"

The following weekend, when Margot was over at their house to swim, she 
had razzed James about it.

"Okay, James, fess up! For two years, I've been coming to your house to 
swim, and I've always seen you in those long, baggy, board shorts. Last 
week, I find out you spend your weekends showing off your bod in that 
skimpy little Speedo. What gives? Why have you been holding out on me?"

James blushed and pretended to be engrossed in the hotdog and potato 
chips on the paper plate in front of him. He had learned that, 
sometimes, it was best to just ignore Margot.

"Hey, stud, I'm talkin' to you!"

Just ignore her.

"Is it because you're afraid you might get a woody when you see me in 
my bikini, and there'll be no place for it to go, so it'll stick out 
the top of your swimsuit?"

Other times, she wasn't going to go away until she found a button that 
worked.

"Margot!" Emily tried to intervene, but James knew Margot wouldn't be 
deterred.

"It's just for diving," James explained, hoping it would be enough, but 
knowing it wouldn't. Surprisingly, Margot backed off.

"Well, kiddo, you look really good in it," she said in a friendly, 
cheerful voice. "I want to see you in it the next time I'm over here. 
If I ever see you in those lousy board shorts, again, I'm gonna strip 
them off you and make you go nude."

James wasn't sure whether Margot was serious, but he decided he'd have 
to stop swimming with his sister and her friends--which was a shame 
because he really enjoyed hanging out with them--especially when they 
were wearing their skimpy, string bikinis.

Two weeks later, school was out. It was ten o'clock, and James had only 
just gotten out of bed. He was sitting at the bar, in boxers and a 
t-shirt, eating a bowl of cereal, when Margot, Jeanette, and Kaylee 
arrived. Margot started on him straight away.

"Hey, squirt! You're swimming with us, right?"

"Hey, Margot," James said, weakly. "I don't know. I just got up, and 
I'm having breakfast. Maybe later."

Margot was having none of it. "Oh, come on! I told Jeanette and Kaylee 
what a hot bod you have, and they want to see you in your Speedo, too." 

She walked around behind him, placed her mouth close to his ear on the 
side away from the other girls, and whispered, "Don't worry: just go in 
the bathroom, and spank that little monkey of yours, and it'll stay 
down long enough so you can get into the water."

James turned red and almost choked on his cereal. He could feel his 
penis starting to tingle, and he knew it would soon be stiff. James 
loved the way Margot smelled. She smelled like a girl, and the 
combination of her scent and close proximity was getting him excited. 
He knew it wasn't going to go down any time soon, and he also knew it 
would be impossible to hide in the swimsuit Margot was insisting he 
wear.

Margot reached around James and gave his half-hard penis a playful 
squeeze through his boxers. "I could spank it for you, if you want."

James' eyes got big as saucers. Margot smiled and gave him a wink 
before walking away and leading the other girls outside to the pool. As 
she reached the sliding glass doors, she turned back toward James. "I 
think ten minutes is enough. If you're not out by then, we'll come get 
you."

Once outside, Jeanette and Kaylee started giggling. Emily looked 
irritated.

"What did you say to my little brother? He looked like he was going to 
wet his shorts!"

"Probably," Margot answered, "But not by peeing in them." She gave 
Emily a devilish grin.

"You're incorrigible!"

"Oh, give me a break! He's your brother, so you must be doing him. I'm 
just teasing him a little."

"What do you mean, 'doing him'?"

"He's almost twelve, Emily. I bet you started doing him after he went 
through that growth spurt just before Christmas, right? Was that it? 
You gave him a very special Christmas present?"

Emily was genuinely confused, but when she finally caught Margot's 
meaning, she blushed. Margot noticed.

"Don't be embarrassed! There's a time-honored tradition of sisters 
doing their brothers. Josh took my virginity when I was twelve and he 
was fourteen. We did it through most of middle school. By the time I 
got to high school, he had a girlfriend, and I got a boyfriend right 
away, so we haven't done it in a few years, but it was wonderful being 
each other's first lovers."

"Margot, you're a freak," Emily said, thinking that Margot must be 
putting her on, but having just enough doubt to be embarrassed.

"Who's the freak? Kaylee started doing Carter when he was twelve."

Emily looked at Kaylee, who nodded, and said, "Maybe it's because 
you're five years older than James. Carter's just a year younger than 
me, so we've always been pretty close. Once the hormones kicked in, it 
was natural to experiment with each other."

Jeanette weighed in. "That may be it, Kaylee. Since Robby and I are 
twins, we've always bathed together and slept together and changed 
clothes together. My mom said I became fascinated with his penis at age 
two, and I was always fiddling with it. 

"She has a picture of the two of us naked in the back yard when we 
were, like, three. Robby has a little woody, and I'm squatting in front 
of him, poking the tip with my finger. Robby has a big smile on his 
face, like he's loving it.

"Christmas, when we were ten, we were staying at our grandparents' with 
all our aunts, uncles, and cousins. Robby and I ended up in a sleeping 
bag, together, on the floor of their den. Robbie was just wearing 
boxers, and I had on a t-shirt--with nothing on underneath!" Jeanette 
giggled.

"After some tossing and turning and squirming around, the t-shirt rode 
up, and Robby's woody came poking out of the fly of his boxers. It 
wasn't long before I had one leg over him, and he was humping me as we 
both laid on our sides.

"After that, we usually found a way to have sex with each other two or 
three times a week. Like Margot and Josh, we pretty much stopped after 
we got to high school, but we still do it every couple of months, or 
so."

"I'd do Carter, again, if he asked, but we don't talk about it," Kaylee 
added.

"Yeah, I'd probably do Josh, too," Margot said, thoughtfully, "But we 
don't talk about it, either. It's like it's really something special 
between us, and we'd just ruin it by talking about it."

Emily was shocked by her friends' confessions. She still wasn't sure 
she wanted to have sex with a boy her own age. Having sex with her 
five-year-younger brother was unthinkable. Margot noticed the look on 
Emily's face.

"Emily, we all know that you aren't doing it with anyone our age, but 
we assumed that you were at least doing it with James. Are you really 
still a virgin at sixteen?"

Emily wasn't embarrassed to be a virgin. She was a romantic, and she 
fantasized about how wonderful and special her first time would be. She 
didn't want it spoiled by picking the wrong guy just to get it over 
with.

Before Emily could open her mouth, Margot preempted yet another Prince 
Charming sermon.

"And don't give me that romantic jibber jabber. Nothing's more romantic 
than giving your virginity to someone you grew up with, played with, 
went on family camping trips with, fought with, cried with, suffered 
grandparents with, and conspired against parents with."

Margot caught a glimpse of James on the other side of the glass doors. 
In a hushed voice, she said to Emily, "See? I told you!"

James had been standing on the other side of the glass for quite some 
time, not wanting to go outside, but also not sure whether Margot had 
been joking about coming to get him. His sister would try to protect 
him, for sure, but Margot usually got her way with Emily. Now that 
Margot had spotted him, he knew he had no choice. At least his woody 
had gone down.

Margot knew that this was absolutely the wrong time to tease James. She 
had pressured him into doing something he obviously didn't want to do. 
Further pressure would send him running to his room, crying--and making 
an 11-year-old boy cry was beyond cruel. Just play it cool.

"James!" she warmly greeted him, after he had opened the door. "Why 
don't you show Jeanette and Kaylee some of those low board dives you 
were doing at the competition?" She turned to the girls. "It's too bad 
you can't see him from a high board. It's really amazing, but the low 
board dives are cool, too. I never realized the little squirt was so 
athletic!"

James tried to pretend like the girls weren't there--the way he shut 
out the crowd at a competition. He focused on his dive, and after he 
broke the surface, the seemingly-sincere applause from the girls chased 
away some of his nervousness. When he had completed his repertoire, he 
climbed out of the pool and walked over to the girls. Emily had a towel 
for him.

He had almost forgotten that he was wearing the skimpy swimsuit. 
Almost. Margot had been right: He was worried about getting a woody. He 
never got them at dive meets, but for about the last year or so, he 
almost always got them when Emily's friends came over. Fortunately, he 
didn't have one, now.

Margot detected the change in James' mood and went back on the 
offensive.

"See? We've been sitting hear admiring your cute little tush and your 
respectable little bulge, and you have yet to die of embarrassment!"

James blushed, but only a little. Margot got up and walked around 
behind James. She took the towel from him and tossed it on the lounge 
chair. She placed her hands on his shoulders and guided him to turn so 
that his backside was toward the other girls.

"See, girls? Don't you just love the way a little butt crack peeks out 
from the top of this swimsuit?"

James tried to twist away from Margot, but she pulled him back towards 
her, hugging him against her body with a hand on each of his wrists."

"And check out the way the front of the suit lifts up his package and 
makes a nice little lump. I like the way it outlines his junk when the 
suit's wet."

James squirmed, but Margot had him trapped. Plus, rubbing against her 
body gave him that tingle that warned him that a woody was imminent. He 
tried to hold still.

"James is afraid his little penis will get stiff and pop out the top of 
his suit."

James' embarrassment turned to annoyance at her use of the word 
"little."

"It's not that little," he complained, in a sullen voice.

"Oh, sweetie, I didn't mean it was little for a boy your age, but we 
all have a pretty good idea of just how small it is in that wet 
swimsuit of yours. I'll tell you what: To apologize for hurting your 
feelings, and to thank you for being so nice in showing us your 
dives--and your body," she added with emphasis, "We'll let you put 
sunscreen on us. We're going to start sunbathing topless so we can get 
rid of our tan lines."

James swallowed hard. Margot let him go. To prove that she was serious, 
she turned her back to him and said, "Just pull one of the strings, 
honey."

James didn't have to be told twice. Without a thought, his hand just 
automatically reached for the tie on her back and pulled. Margot 
removed the top and turned around, and James was looking at two, 
perfectly round and firm teenaged breasts.

Actually, her bikini top was so skimpy that he really wasn't seeing 
much more than he usually did, but there was something magical about 
completely bare, naked breasts.

Emily gave Jeanette and Kaylee a shocked looked. Jeanette and Kaylee 
looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders, then removed their own 
tops. Margot saw that Emily had no intention of following suit.

"Oh, come on, Emily! I'm sure James has seen you naked, before. I bet 
he's walked in on you in the bathroom at least twice in the past month 
alone. Or do you walk around the house topless after your shower?"

James spoke up. "I haven't seen her topless since she was twelve. She 
didn't have breasts, then."

"When did you see me topless?"

"You used to go topless all the time--until your breasts started to 
grow."

"You were six! You remember that?"

"I was seven, and yes, I do. I remember you giving me baths when I was 
four."

Margot pounced on that comment. "Did she wash your little penis really 
good?"

James blushed in a way that implied there had been some kind of 
handling going on.

Margot smiled, and inquired, "She doesn't wash it anymore, does she?"

"Margot! You're impossible! Stop teasing my little brother!"

"I'm not teasing him; I'm teasing you! Now, I promised James he could 
put sunscreen on us."

She reached into her bag, which she had earlier dropped by one of the 
lounge chairs. She pulled out a bottle and handed it to James. James 
was so nervous that he was trembling. "Go ahead, sweetie. It's okay."

James squirted some of the liquid onto the finger tips of his right 
hand, then tentatively reached for Margot. Suddenly, he realized that 
he wasn't sure just wear he was supposed to put the sunscreen. Margot 
gently took his hand and guided it to her left breast.

James was in heaven. He was actually touching the naked breast of a 
seventeen-year-old girl. A hot seventeen-year-old girl! He felt his 
penis stiffening, but he didn't care. He was having too much fun to be 
worried about who saw what. By the time he had finished putting 
sunscreen on Jeanette and Kaylee, his penis was so stiff that it ached.

Next, James gave his sister a "What do we do, now?" look. She returned 
it with a "You better not!" look, but that almost immediately changed 
to "Oh, why not?" She removed her top.

"Okay, little brother. You're a good kid. If you want to feel up your 
big sister, I suppose I can let you do that."

James blushed, but he didn't hesitate to take her up on her offer.

Emily was surprised by how exciting she found her brother's touch. As 
his hand glided over her breasts, she thought about the silent exchange 
they had just had. They did that a lot. It amazed her, sometimes, how 
much information the two of them could exchange without saying a word 
out loud. They did it in front of their parents all the time. 

She started to think that maybe Margot was right: Maybe taking her 
brother's virginity--and giving him hers--would be romantic. She did 
love him--and James adored her. Sometimes it was scary how much he 
looked up to her--especially when he had been younger. It had become 
less intense since he had turned nine, but it was still there.

Margot came up behind James and took the bottle of sunscreen from him, 
breaking the trance that he and Emily had been in. She tossed it on the 
lounge chair, then wrapped one arm around his body. With her free hand, 
she gave his woody a firm squeeze. James flinched, but he didn't 
protest.

"See? It didn't pop out. It's still safely tucked away inside your 
swimsuit."

James' penis was pointed off to his left. His swimsuit was just able to 
contain it. He wasn't at all embarrassed that Margot was stroking it. 
His mind was in a fog from the strange new sensations he was 
experiencing. 

He didn't resist when she reached into the front of his suit and pulled 
on the drawstring. He didn't resist when she pulled down the front of 
the suit and his woody sprung out, bouncing a few times in the process. 
Instead of trying to stop her when she tugged on the suit, he let it 
fall to his ankles and stepped out of it without being asked.

Still behind him, Margot began fondling James' testicles with her left 
hand as she slowly stroked his penis with her right. His breathing 
became loud and deep. When she was concerned that he might cum, she let 
go of him and stepped back. The groan from James made her smile.

"So, girl friend, are you gonna let your best friend get to him first, 
or are you going to share in the moment that he'll remember for the 
rest of his life?"

Emily considered her brother's nude body. He was incredibly handsome. 
He was beginning to show the muscular build of an athletic teenager, 
but he still had the cute face, unblemished skin, and hairless body of 
a pre-teen boy. His testicles had enlarged, somewhat, but they were 
still held up close to his body in a tight sack of thick skin. His four 
inches of slim, perfectly straight and round penis pointed up at a 45 
degree angle. Emily couldn't imagine a single thing she'd change.

The best part was that inside this perfect body was the brother that 
she dearly loved. She remembered being excited when her mother was 
pregnant with him. She remembered holding him in her lap when he was 
born. She remembered diapering him, and bathing him, and sitting with 
her mother when she fed him at her breast.

She thought of all the good times they had had--curled up on the sofa 
together watching TV, snuggling in bed together reading a book, falling 
asleep leaning against one another in the back seat of their parents' 
car on a long drive home--and she realized that there was no one--could 
be no one--she would rather give her virginity to than her adorable 
little brother.

She pulled one of the ties on her bikini bottoms and let them fall to 
the ground. She smiled at the look on James' face. The only hesitation 
concerned whether she should lead him to the privacy of her bed or take 
him here and now in front of her friends.

Emily was certain that Margot would want her turn with him when she was 
done; she wasn't certain that she would let her. Did she want her sexy 
brother all to her self, or would it be exciting to share him with her 
friends?

She was undecided, but to keep her options open, Emily took James' hand 
and laid down on the lounge chair, spreading her legs and inviting him 
into her. She pulled her brother on top of her and had to use her hand 
to guide his penis to the proper place. She experienced a sense of 
wonder as his penis slid into her body.

James knew about sex. His parents had talked to him about sex. He had 
learned about sex at school. He had looked at pictures and watched 
videos on the Internet. He had, several times, watched squirrels mating 
in the trees near his house, and he had even happened upon a pair of 
stray dogs, once. But the actual experience was nothing like he had 
imagined.

It had always been abstract. Something that he saw other people doing, 
but he could never quite picture himself doing it. He thought it would 
be like masturbating; it wasn't.

As his sister guided his penis into her vagina, it was as if their 
minds were joining together as well as their bodies. He fit her 
perfectly--as if his penis and her vagina were made for each other. 
Instinctively, he began thrusting--slowly, at first, then with 
increasing speed.

James became lost in the sensations. Nothing else existed in the 
world--just he and his sister. They hugged each other closely. Not only 
was his penis rubbing inside his sister's vagina, but their entire 
bodies were grinding against one another. 

He became aware of grunting sounds, but he wasn't quite sure if they 
were coming from himself, his sister, or both. Their passion built to a 
crescendo of sight, sound, smell, and touch. With each thrust, he 
pushed harder against his sister, trying to get even deeper inside her. 
She pushed back, spreading her legs wider, trying to help him get 
deeper.

Then it hit him. It came like a surge of energy from his loins, flowing 
out through his penis, into his sister's body, then up through her 
body, filling it, then bursting out and engulfing them both. He felt 
his penis kick and jerk, and with each kick came a strong pulse of 
energy.

Emily felt her vagina tug on her brother's penis with short, sharp 
contractions. She had fought to get him more deeply inside her. Now, 
her vagina was milking his penis, encouraging it to give up every drop 
of life-giving fluid it had to offer. With each tug, she felt it pulse 
and felt a splash inside her vagina. It seemed to go on forever, but 
eventually, there were no more splashes. A few more futile tugs, and 
her vagina was still.

She gradually became aware of her brother's warm, sweaty body pressed 
on top of her own. He was gasping for breath, as was she. She smelt the 
sweat of their bodies mingling, felt the pounding of their hearts. As 
their breathing return to normal, they both laughed.

James got a sheepish look on his face and started to climb off Emily, 
but she wrapped her arms and legs around him and held him in place. He 
relaxed and seemed content to just lie on top of her. His penis had 
already softened and slipped out of her vagina. She felt his fluid 
start to leak out of her.

She was surprised by how much there seemed to be. She knew her brother 
masturbated. She had caught him--although he was unaware of it--on more 
than one occasion. Judging by the tissues she found in the wastebasket 
of the bathroom they shared, she knew he was ejaculating--she just 
hadn't expected so much of it.

She also realized that she hadn't given any thought as to what to do 
when he did ejaculate. She had just let him cum inside her. She hadn't 
any choice, really. She was too caught up in the experience to do 
anything but let nature take its course. 

She hadn't just had sex with her brother--she had mated with him. She 
had also made love to him--and he to her. It was every bit what she had 
hoped for her first experience--and more. Regardless, it seemed right 
to have let him cum inside her. Besides, what were the chances of her 
getting pregnant their first time?

She thought about that for a moment. The idea of being pregnant with 
her brother's child appealed to her. She tried to reject that thought. 
At her age, she shouldn't be pregnant with anyone's child, and at any 
age, she certainly shouldn't be pregnant with her brother's child. 
However, she couldn't shake the warm, pleasant feeling that accompanied 
the thought that her little brother's sperm were swimming through her 
body in search of an egg, and--if she had one waiting--would shortly 
create a new life that would grow inside her.

Soon, reality settled upon her. She was lying naked, outside, on a 
lounge chair, next to her pool, with her brother's semen leaking from 
her vagina as her friends sat around her, smiling. She unwrapped 
herself from her brother and gave him a gentle pat on his naked butt. 
He climbed off her and sat by her feet.

Margot was the first to talk. "So, James. How does it feel to no longer 
be a virgin?"

James smiled, but he couldn't find any words.

"Well, Emily, was it the romantic dream you hoped it would be?"

Emily looked James directly in the eyes. "I couldn't imagine exchanging 
virginities with anyone else. You were great, little brother." James 
beamed.

"You two were crazy!" Margot exclaimed. "Makes me wish my first time 
had been with my brother."

Emily gave Margot a puzzled look.

Margot ignored her. "I wonder if it would be the same at our age, now? 
Maybe not, since we wouldn't be each other's first."

Emily scowled, then looked to Jeanette.

"Oh, we bathed together and slept together--and even fooled around 
together--but I'd never let Robby put his cock in me."

"With Carter? Seriously?" Kaylee answered Emily's glare. "I mean, I 
love him, and all, and he's pretty cool--for a little brother--but let 
him hump me? No way!"

Emily realized that she had been had. She had fallen hook, line, and 
sinker for Margot's ploy--and she didn't regret it one bit.

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