Author: wolfcub
Title: Brotherly Love
Summary: A pre-teen girl discovers how wonderful it is to have her big 
brother be her lover.
Keywords: m+g 1st slow

My brother became my lover the summer when I was eleven. He'd always 
been nice to me, and we always got along very well. Starting when I was 
about seven, he even let me tag along with him and his friends. They 
protested, at first--I mean, how many twelve-year-old boys want a 
little girl following them around--but my brother talked them into it, 
though they did make an attempt to run me off.

I've always been a bit of a tomboy, and I wasn't going to let a bunch 
of boys scare me--even if they were a lot older than I was. They had me 
climbing trees, jumping into the water of a nearby stream after telling 
me all kinds of stories about alligators--anything they could think of 
to make me want to leave on my own--but I withstood every test.

Finally, they tried, "Well, we always go bare-chested, so if you're 
going to hang around with us, you have to go bare-chested, too." My 
brother protested, but his friends said I didn't have anything to show, 
anyway, so it didn't matter. I didn't care, and I doffed my tank top 
while my brother was still arguing. After that, they decided I was 
pretty cool--for a little girl--and they never again complained about 
me being around.

I rather enjoyed going topless. My brother hardly ever wore anything 
more than a pair of shorts. I went barefoot whenever I could, but I had 
always worn some kind of top--I guess because that's the way my parents 
had always dressed me. I started going topless around the house--and 
even outside when I played by myself. My brother said I should wear a 
top around my parents, but they didn't seem to care: Our father never 
said a word, and our mother only questioned me about it once.

I did that for a couple of years, but by the time I was nine, there 
were a few girls my age who had moved into the neighborhood, and I was 
spending more time with them and less time with my brother's friends. 
The girls really didn't mind that I was topless, but I never quite 
managed to talk them into it. At some point, I just started wearing 
tops, like they did.

It was the first week of summer vacation the year that I was eleven, 
and my best friend, Amber, was off to camp, Reyna was on vacation with 
her parents, and Kelly had been sentenced to two weeks with her 
grandparents. I was alone, so once again, I looked to my brother and 
his friends.

My brother had his license and an old, 4-door Civic. I knew he planned 
to spend the week at the beach with his friends, and I had no trouble 
getting myself invited.

On the ride there, that first day, my brother's friend Matt reminded me 
of how I used to go topless when I hung out with them, and he asked if 
I was going to go topless at the beach, today.

"You don't have any more to hide than you did back then," he teased.

I was sitting in the middle of the back seat, and Matt was to my right, 
so I elbowed him in the ribs--hard.

"Hey! What was that for?"

"Being rude!"

"I wasn't being rude! I was just being factual. I mean, you have a nice 
bod--for a munchkin--but just because you're flat doesn't mean you're 
not sexy. No one's gonna stop you from showin' off at the beach."

I tried to elbow him, again, but this time, he was ready for it. He got 
his left arm behind and around me and pinned my own arms in front of 
me. I struggled, but he was too strong.

"Sexy and feisty! I like that."

"Kyle!" I called for help.

"I'm not getting in the middle of that! I'm too busy driving the car. I 
don't care what you wear at the beach, and Matt's only hitting on you 
because none of the girls our age want anything to do with him."

"Hey! That's uncalled for--and pretty presumptuous for someone who 
hasn't had a date since spring break. And besides, I went out with Mary 
Lou just last week. I just want your sister to feel welcomed."

I made another attempt to break free of his grasp, but he had me 
trapped.

"Summer, don't get all riled up. You know how we all mess with each 
other all the time, and I was just including you. But if you can't take 
it..."

Suddenly, I was seven, again, and trying to prove that I could hang 
with the boys.

"Ow! She bit me!" Matt let go of me to inspect his upper arm. I almost 
took the chance to elbow him, but I decided to call a truce, since we 
had just pulled into the parking lot at the beach. Jeff, who was 
sitting on my left, gave me a high five.

I kind of knew that my brother and his friends were going to the beach 
to check out the girls, but they were nice enough to take turns playing 
with me so that I didn't feel left out. It was fun listening to each of 
them do a play-by-play on the others as they chatted up the girls--and 
I had to admit that Matt was the funniest of them all.

Matt and I were near the water's edge, working on a sand castle, while 
my brother was near the boardwalk, talking with some redhead in a 
skimpy bikini. Matt did voices for my brother and the redhead. I have 
no idea what they were actually saying to each other, but Matt's dialog 
had me in stitches.

We were still both laughing when my brother walked over to us--sans 
redhead.

"What's so funny?"

"Out of your league, Kyle."

Kyle opened his mouth to respond to Matt's assertion, then it occurred 
to him why we were laughing. I don't think Kyle liked the idea that 
Matt was talking to me about him and girls.

"Yeah, well save it for when my sister's not around."

I didn't like my big brother treating me like his baby sister, so I 
piled on: "Way out of your league, Bro!"

Kyle glared at me, then his glare changed to a mischievous grin. I got 
up to run, but before I could even make one step, Kyle had me over his 
shoulder and was carrying me to the water. I pounded on his back and 
yelled for him to put me down. Instead, I got dumped into the next wave.

Matt joined us. I'm not sure if he was trying to pull me off Kyle or 
Kyle off me. Regardless, it turned into a free-for-all. Anytime one of 
us tried to attack another, the third one took the opportunity to 
pounce on both. Kyle and Matt finally cried uncle--then immediately 
joined forces, each grabbing an arm and a leg, and hauled me onto the 
beach. Between wrestling, laughing, and fighting the waves, all three 
of us were out of breath.

"I'm hungry!" my brother declared between gasps. "Have Jeff and Tom 
struck out, yet?"

I heard Tom's voice protesting behind me. "Hey! I'm the league's 
leading hitter! You know that Rene chick that used to hang out with 
Mary Lou? Friday night, dude!"

"Good luck, dude!" Matt drew out the word "dude" to emphasize how 
unimpressed he was. "There's a reason why she 'used to' hang out with 
Mary Lou."

"Oh, you're just jealous."

"And I'm starving," Jeff added, suddenly appearing from nowhere. "So 
how about Hungry, Jealous, Tweedle Dumb, and the hot chick in the 
bikini going to Pete's Pizzeria?" Jeff gave me a wink, and I smiled 
back at him.

When we showered, Jeff and Matt took turns making sure all the sand was 
off me, which involved a lot of rubbing their hands over my body and 
some playful swats on the butt "to knock off a big clod of sand," then 
they worked together to dry me.

When we got to the car, the long t-shirt I had worn over my bikini on 
the ride over went into the trunk with the towels.

"Hey!"

"Hey, nothin'!" Matt responded, "If you're not gonna go topless on the 
beach, then you have to go bikini-only in Pete's. That's the rule!"

Jeff was a little more supportive. "It's cool, Summer: Everyone goes 
into Pete's in their bathing suits--at least during the day."

I was a little anxious as we walked into Pete's, but I was kind of 
excited, too, going into a restaurant "nearly naked," as my father 
would say. I had once endured his lecture about how my bikini would 
earn me an "A" in "Going Naked" because it left more than 90% of my 
body exposed. He was just teasing, of course: he generally encouraged 
my brother and I to dress minimally.

As exciting as it was for me, no one else seemed to care--or even 
notice.

"Okay, guys," Matt lectured, "Try to act civilized. I start work here 
Friday evening, so don't get me a bad rep before I even have a chance 
to impress the boss."

Tom was the first to answer, but Jeff and Kyle piled on.

"No worries! I'm sure the boss took one look at you and divined your 
table-bussing prowess instantly."

"If he hired you after meeting you, you don't have to worry--he must be 
deaf and blind."

"We'll put in a good word for you--if we can think of one."

We got a booth, and I sat squeezed between Matt and Jeff. Both of them 
played footsie with me all through lunch. More than once, their hands 
ended up on my thighs. Sometimes, they'd just rested it there; other 
times, they'd give a gentle squeeze or caress. 

Once, Matt got his hand right between my legs so that his pinky brushed 
my slit. I played it cool--like I didn't notice--but he pushed his 
pinky in and gave a little rub to make sure that I did. I blushed, but 
no one but Matt noticed because they were all too involved in their 
conversation about summer jobs and summer girl friends.

There was more touching in the back seat on the ride home, and by the 
time we got to my house, I was tingling with an excitement that I 
hadn't experienced, before.

Kyle collapsed on the chair in the living room, and the other guys 
shared the sofa in front of the TV. I was deciding whether to sit on 
the floor--because the only other option looked to be someone's 
lap--when Matt decided that the TV was not going to be entertaining 
enough on its own.

"I think Summer should dance for us. We took her to the beach. We 
bought her lunch. She owes us something just for our having to put up 
with her!"

I grabbed a pillow off the end of the sofa and bopped Matt in the 
face--not hard.

Jeff must have liked Matt's idea because he tried to encourage me. 
"Yeah! What was that you were doing with your little friends when we 
were over here last weekend?"

I still had the pillow in my hands, so I threw it at Jeff. "They're not 
my 'little friends'!"

"Sorry. What was that you were doing with those other hot chicks, last 
week?"

I rushed over to grab the pillow back so that I could throw it at him, 
again, but he quickly stuffed it behind his back. I ended up with my 
hands against his bare chest, straddling his thighs. Rather than 
pushing me away, he put his hands on my waist and made little dancing 
motions. I tried to get up, but he held me on his lap and continued 
"dancing" with me.

Matt got up, wrapped an arm around my waist, and gently pulled me away 
from Jeff. He stood me on my feet, turned me around, and started 
close-dancing with me. He slid his hands down my back, grabbed a butt 
cheek in each hand, and gave them each a squeeze.

I tried to squirm away--but I really didn't try all that hard. Matt 
held me close to him and continued playing with my butt for a while 
before sliding his hands up my back. One hand went over my shoulder and 
down my arm. He grabbed my hand and gave me a twirl.

As I spun away from him, I saw my bikini top in his other hand. I 
lunged for it, but he held it up high, out of reach.

"No, no, no," he teased. "We took you to the beach and bought you 
pizza, so you have to dance for us--without your top."

He put his hands behind his back, keeping my bikini top out of reach, 
turned around, and sat back down on the couch, placing my top securely 
under his butt.

I decided that I wasn't going to let Matt get the better of me. I 
started dancing the way I'd seen older girls do in the videos my 
friends and I watched. We had often copied what we saw in the 
videos--when no one else was around--without really knowing what we 
were doing. To us--at that age--it was just fun, but I was beginning to 
see that it had some kind of affect on the guys--my brother included.

I turned around, bent at the waist and knees, and wiggled my butt at 
Matt. I felt him grab at me, and when I pulled away, I felt my bikini 
bottoms slide off. I covered my girl parts with my hands and spun 
around. Still determined not to let Matt get the better of me, I kept 
dancing.

My brother seemed to be having as much fun as the other guys, but then 
he seemed to realize that it was his baby sister who was dancing naked 
in front of a bunch of teenaged boys.

"Okay, that's enough. Put your bikini back on."

Matt was having none of it. "Oh, come on, Kyle. You're just as hard as 
the rest of us, so don't tell me that you don't think your little 
sister's sexy."

"Dude! That's my sister you're talking about!"

Kyle got up and tried to get my bikini bottom from Matt, but Matt 
wouldn't let him have it. I wasn't sure that there wasn't going to be a 
fight--and besides, I was having fun being naughty--so I intervened.

"It's okay, Kyle. I'm having fun. I don't mind the guys seeing me 
naked. You and I see each other naked all the time."

"Oh!" Matt saw an opening and went straight for the throat. "Me thinks 
thou dost protest too much, big brother. What's this about ye and she 
being naked together?"

Kyle shook his head. "We used to take baths together when she was 
little. Big deal!"

"He sleeps naked, too." I really wasn't trying to hurt or embarrass my 
brother, but I was having fun, and I didn't want him ruining it.

"Who doesn't?" Kyle said, unfazed.

Matt kept at him. "Yeah, but how does SHE know that? Huh, big brother?"

I got behind Kyle and wrapped my arms around his waist. He let me drag 
him back to the chair, and I climbed into his lap.

"The guys aren't doing anything bad, Kyle, and I'm having fun." I felt 
my brother's woody against my thigh. I gave him a devilish grin, and 
said, "And you are, too!" nodding towards his lap to make my point. He 
blushed! My big brother actually blushed!

I turned to straddle his thighs, put one hand on each of his shoulders, 
and then I pressed my nose to his, like I always do when I want to 
wheedle something out of him.

I was going to say something, but on impulse, I kissed him, instead. 
Then I stood up and resumed dancing. This time, I made no effort to 
cover my girl parts. Actually, I made a point of showing them off.

Jeff was anxious to support Matt. "Hey, Kyle. Do you think we should 
give your sister a chance to see how guys are different from girls. You 
know: Education is a good thing."

Kyle wasn't taking the bait. "She already knows about that. And that's 
my sister you're talking about!"

Even Tom couldn't resist joining in. "True! But there's nothing wrong 
with fooling around with your sister. You never complained about 
Jessie."

Jessica is Tom's older sister--two years older. I was intrigued, so I 
stopped dancing and marched over to Tom.

"What about Jessie?"

Kyle shot Tom a "shut up" look, but Tom ignored him.

"Oh, nothing much. It's just that Kyle and I played a little 'you show 
me yours and I'll show you mine' with Jessie when we were like ten, or 
something."

"Oh," I said, disappointed. "Why did you want to look at her, Kyle? You 
see me naked all the time."

"You were like five years old, then, and she was twelve--with breasts 
and everything!" My brother was loosening up because the "everything" 
was obviously meant to tease me. I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Well, I showed you mine, so you guys have to show me yours."

Matt was still fishing for details. "But you've already seen Kyle, so 
what's the big deal?"

"Yeah, but he's the ONLY boy I've seen naked--except for my dad." I 
suddenly realized that I probably shouldn't have said that, so I 
blushed. 

Apparently, it wasn't the secret I thought it was because Tom said, 
"So, what? Who hasn't seen your dad naked?" My parents were a little 
casual--especially my dad--but I guess I was used to it, so I didn't 
pay much attention. I suddenly wondered if my girl friends had ever 
seen my dad naked. Ew!

Jeff stood up and said, "I'm all for education," and unceremoniously 
untied and dropped his bathing suit. I giggled when I saw his stiff 
woody bounce.

Matt was next, and Tom followed right after. Everyone looked at Kyle. 
He shook his head, then he dropped his suit, too.

I was staring at four naked, muscular, teenaged boys--men, almost--all 
proudly displaying their woodies. I was a little disappointed that they 
all looked pretty much the same. I guess I expected everyone to be 
different because Kyle's parts don't look much like our dad's. Still, 
it was cool being naked in front of four naked boys.

"You can touch it, if you want," Matt offered.

Kyle was quick with, "Dude! That's my sister!"

"So? I bet she's touched you."

It was true! When I was seven, I had walked in on my brother 
masturbating. He wasn't even embarrassed! He let me touch him and 
stroke him a few times to see what it was like. I still grab at him, 
sometimes, when we're wrestling, but I've never done anything else like 
that with him. And he's still not embarrassed for me to catch him 
masturbating, which I've done at least once a month since that first 
time.

I didn't wait for Kyle's approval. I just reached out and wrapped my 
hand around Matt's woody. I felt a tingle go through my whole body. It 
was soft on the surface and hard underneath. And it was warm. I gave it 
a few, tentative strokes. I heard Matt draw his breath.

Without letting go of him, I looked up to see if he was alright. It was 
obvious that he was enjoying having me touch him, so I started 
stroking, again.

I knelt in front of Matt so that I could get a closer look at his boy 
parts. I gently explored his balls while I continued to stroke him. He 
seemed to REALLY like that. Then, I grabbed his woody with both hands 
and started stroking really fast, like I had seen Kyle doing.

Matt stumbled forward and caught himself on my shoulders as a thick 
stream of white goo shot from his woody and landed on my chin. I let go 
and pulled back, and another shot landed on my bare chest. A smaller 
shot got me on my belly and a glob oozed onto my right thigh.

I wiped my chin off and inspected my hand, giving the goo a tentative 
sniff. I knew what it was from health class and talks with Kyle and my 
parents, but I'd never seen it this close, before. Even though I've 
seen Kyle masturbate many times, I've only seen him shoot a few 
times--and that was always thin and watery. Matt's semen was thick--and 
there was a lot of it!

Matt knelt in front of me, wiped his semen off my belly, then--without 
asking--pressed his fingers against my lips and pushed then into my 
mouth. I tried to pull away, but still being on my knees, there was 
nowhere to go.

Matt pulled his hand away and smiled at my wrinkled face. I took 
another tentative sniff of my own fingers, then--before I lost my 
nerve--I stuck them in my mouth. The smile on Matt's face got twice as 
big!

It really didn't taste that bad, I thought to myself.

Matt took his hand and rubbed his semen into my chest until it was 
spread out in a thin film. Then, he rubbed my belly and thighs. My eyes 
got big as saucers when he slipped his hand between my thighs, stuck 
the tip of his middle finger into my vagina, and gave my pussy a quick 
rub.

"Hey! How 'bout a little attention over here?" It was Jeff.

Over the next twenty minutes or so, I did for Jeff, Tom--and my 
brother, Kyle--the same thing I had done for Matt. I let them each 
squirt on me, and they each rubbed their semen over my chest, belly, 
and thighs, like Matt had done. I even tasted each one. They all tasted 
a little different--not that great, but not too bad, either.

By the time I was done with all of them, Matt was stiff, again. He came 
over, cupped his hand over my pussy, and started rubbing me, again. It 
felt SO good! He was really working my little nub, and every so often, 
he'd slip just the tip of a finger into my vagina. I pushed back hard 
against his hand.

Matt led me over to the couch, sat me down, and spread my legs. He 
grabbed his woody, and positioned it between my legs. That's when my 
brother ruined it.

"Whoa, dude! You're so not going to fuck my little sister!"

Matt stopped. "But she SO wants it! Don't you, sexy?"

I didn't know what I wanted, but I was coming down from my frenzy, and 
suddenly, the thought of Matt's big woody pushing inside me was just a 
little scary.

"You're not fucking my sister, dude! No way!"

The guys all seemed to realize at the same time that things were 
getting out of hand.

"Sorry, Kyle," Matt said, sincerely. "She is fun to play with, though." 
Even Kyle smiled at that.

Kyle said it was time for the guys to go. He said I should take a 
shower while he drove them home, but I sort of liked being slimy with 
the guy's semen, and I told him so. He gave me a swat on the butt and 
said, "Take a shower!"

I headed for the bathroom, but once Kyle was out the door, I turned 
around and went to the kitchen. I grabbed a Coke from the refrigerator 
then sat down at the bar. I took a swig, then rubbed my hand over my 
slimy body. I slowly licked each finger clean, then took another swig 
of Coke. I rubbed my chest and belly, again, with both hands, then 
slipped a hand between my legs. I alternated between rubbing my nub and 
pushing my finger tips into my vagina like Matt had done to me--first 
one, then two, then three. With the other hand, I rubbed my chest and 
belly.

I lost all track of time. I was just so into the sensations, I didn't 
hear Kyle come in. Apparently, he waited for me to pop before 
announcing his presence.

"I thought I told you to take a shower."

I jumped, pulled my hand away from my crotch, and blushed with 
embarrassment.

"I wanted to take a shower with you."

Thankfully, Kyle was good with that.

Despite all that had taken place--or perhaps because of it--I was still 
on a sexual high. I'd showered with Kyle many times before--and it was 
always nice--but this time it was incredible! I rubbed my soapy body 
against his, and humped my pussy against his soapy leg.

Kyle fingered my pussy, then did something that almost put me through 
the roof: He took the fingers of his other hand and slipped them into 
my butt hole! With one hand working each hole, I popped twice!

Eventually, we rinsed off, and Kyle turned off the water. He dried me 
before drying himself. He was so tender that it made my heart melt. 
That's when I knew what I wanted.

"Kyle? I want you to do me."

Kyle chuckled. "I just did you! Twice! And you did yourself at least 
once. You must be some kind of nymphomaniac!"

"No! I mean DO me! You know..."

It took him just a moment, then he realized what I meant.

"But you're my sister!"

"I know! And you're my big brother. That's how I know that you'll be 
gentle with me, and make my first time really good."

I saw the hesitation.

"I know I'm not as pretty as any of your girl friends--and I don't have 
any boobies--but can't you just do it for me?"

"Summer, I've never done it with any of my girl friends. I've never it 
done it before with any girl!"

"Cool! You'll be my first, and I'll be your first!"

"I don't think we should."

"I do! Please?" I stood up on my tip toes, grabbed his shoulders, and 
pressed my nose to his. I gave him my best sad-puppy face until he 
finally cracked and smiled. He lifted me off the ground, I wrapped my 
legs and arms around him, and he carried me to his bed.

He laid me down gently, then knelt beside the bed. He caressed my face, 
then leaned over me and kissed me softly on the lips. His hand roamed 
lightly across my chest, then he gently kissed each nipple while 
running his hand over my belly.

When his fingers brushed the inside of my thigh, I spread my legs wide, 
inviting him to mount me. He ran his hand up one thigh then down the 
other before gently brushing the lips of my pussy with his finger tips. 
My whole body shuddered when he did that.

He smiled at me then climbed onto the bed, placed his head between my 
legs, and lightly kissed my pussy. He spread my lips apart and gently 
explored me. My body was tingling with anticipation.

He moved up my body, and my heart began to pound. He placed the tip of 
his penis against my pussy, and I placed my feet flat on the bed and 
pushed my hips up towards him, but he pulled back with me, keeping the 
tip of his penis just between my lips.

Kyle reached under my knees and pulled my feet off the bed, laying me 
back down. He pushed forward just a little, and I felt some pressure on 
the entrance of my vagina. I wrapped my arms and legs around his body 
and tried to pull him into me, but he just held himself there. I was 
desperate to have him inside me, and I started softly gasping.

He pushed forward just a little more, and I felt my vagina stretch to 
accommodate him. He got about an inch of his penis into me, then he 
stopped, again. My gasps were now accompanied by a few soft moans.

I was just getting used to having Kyle's penis inside me when he pushed 
forward another couple of inches. I felt a little sting, then I felt my 
vagina clamp down on his stiffness, and I squeezed him tightly with my 
arms and legs.

Every few seconds, my vagina would spasm, and I'd feel it tug on Kyle's 
penis, like it was trying to draw him in more deeply. I relaxed a 
little, then Kyle pushed forward, again, and I felt him bump me inside. 
His penis was all the way inside me, now!

It felt wonderful! A wave of emotion washed over me. My brother, whom I 
had always loved, had his penis all the way inside my vagina, and his 
warm, naked body was pressed fully against my own. I had never felt so 
close to him, before--both physically and emotionally.

We stayed like that for a moment, then Kyle propped himself up on his 
elbows and looked me in the eyes. I knew that my smile was as big as 
his. He pulled back a little bit. I panicked because I thought he was 
going to pull out, so I grabbed him tightly with my arms and legs. He 
wiggled his hips a little and pushed forward, working his penis just a 
little bit deeper into me, this time.

I felt a pressure deep inside my vagina as my brother pushed hard 
against me. After a few seconds, he relaxed and pulled back, a little, 
before pushing hard into me, again. He did this a few more times, and 
each time, I thought I was going to explode with pleasure.

Slowly, he began thrusting in me. At first, the thrusts were short and 
slow, then they got longer and quicker. Soon, he was working his penis 
in and out of me at a rapid pace. He began grunting, and I was 
surprised to realize that I, too, was grunting--and cooing and 
moaning--with each thrust.

My whole body began to tremble. At first, each time Kyle withdrew, I'd 
clamp down with my vagina to try to hold him inside me. When he'd push 
back in, I'd relax to try to let him in as deeply as possible. Now, I 
had lost control of my body, and I was just trembling and quivering 
beneath him.

Kyle's grunts got louder, then I felt him press hard against me. He let 
out a long groan, and I felt his penis kicking, then a felt a warmth 
spread deep inside me. Kyle held himself firmly against me for several 
seconds, and my vagina began to spasm as I felt his penis pulsing. 
After a few more seconds, Kyle collapsed on top of me. We were both 
gasping for air.

As our breathing started to return to normal, Kyle propped himself up, 
again, on his elbows. This time, his smile was bigger than the one 
before. I laughed. I wanted to stay like this, forever, but I felt his 
penis gradually soften and finally slip out of me.

Kyle rolled off me, pulled me towards him, and we cuddled for a very 
long time. I was the happiest I had ever been.

A little while later, I confirmed that sex is messy business. I noticed 
a few streaks of blood on Kyle's penis, and my pussy and inner thighs 
were spattered with streaks of blood and splotches of Kyle's semen. I 
didn't panic because I already knew about a girl's hymen tearing the 
first time she has sex, and Kyle and his friends had made a bigger mess 
of me, earlier.

Kyle and I took another shower together. He was so tender and 
affectionate with me! That's when I realized that I was in love with 
him--not only brotherly/sisterly love, but I was in love with him the 
way I knew that our mom loved our dad.

We hung out together for the rest of the afternoon. We had a snack, 
together, and watched some TV, but mostly we just enjoyed each other's 
presence. I felt warm and safe and loved, cuddled on the sofa next to 
Kyle.

Eventually, Kyle suggested that we put some clothes on. He didn't think 
it was a good idea to be naked together when our parents got home from 
work. Reluctantly, I donned a pair of terrycloth shorty shorts, and 
Kyle put on a pair of boxer shorts. I told him that I didn't think that 
was much different than being naked, but he assured me that it was a 
big difference--to our parents.

If Mom or Dad noticed I was topless, they didn't give any 
indication--and they certainly didn't say anything about it. From that 
day until I sprouted breasts a few years later (I was a late bloomer), 
I was pretty much topless at home all the time--even when my girl 
friends were over.

The next day, I went to the beach will all the guys, again. I was 
almost brave enough to go topless--but not quite. I didn't really 
believe what Matt had said about how no one would care. We went for 
burgers, for lunch, and I had no problem, this time, going inside the 
restaurant wearing just a bikini--even after Jeff had bunched the back 
of my bottoms up into my butt crack while we were showering so that it 
looked like I was wearing a thong!

We went back to my house, again, afterwards, and we all got naked. This 
time--with Matt's instruction--I gave all the guys a lap dance; 
however, I didn't jerk them off. After that, I was naked around them a 
lot, and they often groped me--hugged me, squeezed my butt, even felt 
me up--but we never again did anything more sexual than that.

I continued to have sex with my brother--every chance we got--which was 
a lot. Usually, he was tender and loving with me, but every once in a 
while, he was rough and nasty--which I kind of liked.

Kyle was worried about getting me pregnant, so he started buying 
condoms. I didn't like them. A big part of the fun of having sex was 
having my brother's semen inside me--and feeling it leaking out, 
afterwards. Also, even though I didn't really want to get pregnant, it 
was exciting to think of my belly swelling with my brother's baby. I 
told him that I couldn't get pregnant if I didn't have breasts. 
(Fortunately, that didn't happen until I was fourteen. After that, Kyle 
insisted on condoms.)

Once school started in the fall, it was a little more difficult to find 
time alone with each other, but we still managed it a few times a week. 
Sometimes, when I'd wake up really early, I'd sneak into his bed. We 
had to be quiet, on those occasions--and I like noisy sex--but it was 
worth it. It was exciting "doing it" with our parents in the house.

I never told anyone about having sex with my brother--and I'm pretty 
sure he didn't either--but everyone seemed to find out anyway. (By 
everyone, I mean my friends and my brother's friends--not our parents.) 
No one said anything, outright, but there were hints and giggles, nods 
and knowing looks, and little jokes that suggested that it was an open 
secret.

For his final two years of high school, my brother and I enjoyed each 
other. He stayed at home for two years of community college, and we 
continued to enjoy each other. It's tough, now that he's gone away to 
university, but despite the presence of family, we managed to get 
together over Thanksgiving and Christmas break.

I'm anxiously awaiting spring break and summer, but Kyle said something 
about a job, so I'm not sure he'll be home. I'm starting to think about 
maybe having sex with one of my guy friends. (I have a lot of boys who 
are friends, but none of them are my "boy friend.")

I've never had sex with anyone other than Kyle, so the idea of having 
sex with another guy is still a little weird to me. (I know, everyone 
else probably thinks it's weird that I have sex with my brother--but I 
bet none of them have ever had sex with a sibling, or they wouldn't 
think that.)

The problem is, that for me, it'd just be for fun, but I know that it 
wouldn't be "just for fun" for any of my guy friends, and I'd really 
hate to hurt any of them. Plus, no matter which one I chose, the others 
would get jealous. My guy friends are all really cool, but guys are 
guys--even the nice ones. Amber says that I should just "do them all," 
but that doesn't feel right, either.

I have my license, now, and even though my parents bought me a car, I 
have to pay for the gas and help pay for the insurance, so my job helps 
to keep my mind off sex.

And who knows? Maybe Kyle will be home this summer, after all.

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