("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE CLOSE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2004. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- My Brother's Cock by Vijay Martinez (lobo_loco_6666@hotmail.com) *** A sister lusts for her brother's cock and seduces him one night. (mf-teens, inc) *** It was a cold night and the chill was especially sharp because I had turned down the heat in the house. I needed to do that, I needed the excuse to get to lie in bed next to my brother. Just the thought of his half- naked body next to me, our skins touching, rubbing, sent shivers throughout my body. I had been fantasizing about him for over a year, ever since I caught him peeing outside in the bushes. I saw him, keeping my eyes on him, from the moment he whisked out his soft, little peepee to the moment he shook it and put it back in his shorts. It was just the cutest thing, his penis curling in his hands, bouncing between his fingers. I knew I had to have his forbidden flesh. I had to hold it, rub it, caress its smooth, silky skin. But I had to be discrete -- it was not the sort of thing I could discuss or even hint at -- so I had to resort to scheming and that brought me to the events of that night. At bed time I sneaked downstairs as though I was going to check if the doors and windows were shut. Mom and dad were away for the weekend and they had left me, the oldest teenager, in charge. That was when I turned off the heat, returned to my room and waited. I waited, shivering, until I knew I could not hold back any longer. I tiptoed into the hall and made it to my younger brother's room. I was 17 and he was 15. We were close, close enough that I knew he would not protest or object to what I had in mind. I opened the door and walked up to the bed. I nudged him awake and after a moment or two he was respondent. "What is it?" he asked, sitting up, the blanket around his waist, his tone chest exposed. I sat next to him, hugging him so hard I knew he could feel my breasts poking against his flesh. I had a habit of sleeping semi-nude too. "I'm cold, hon." I let my hands wander down his chest. "Can I spend the night with you?" He paused for a moment. Although it was dark in the room and hard to see, still, I could tell that his eyes were on my tits. Guys at his age, what else do they think about? I took his hand and pressed it on one of my breasts. I let him feel the warmth of my erect nipple and by racing, beating heart. Coyly, I reached down the folds of blankets that covered his crotch. I felt his throbbing hardness and quickly flipped off the sheets. He was naked and his half-soft dick ached, pointing up just over his loose ballsac. He did not stop me so I took his cock in my hand. I held it there, in my palm, my fingers curled around his inflating rod, my thumb running up and down his length. I enjoyed that feeling and I knew he really loved it. Running my fist to his cockhead -- that was still covered in his beautiful foreskin -- he twitched to his full glory. His little peepee was a wide, six inch rod that stood straight up. With my thumb and forefinger I poked around the tip of his foreskin -- it was stretched back a little, because of his erection, exposing hole of his cockhead. I pulled the flesh back, rolling over and past that most sensitive and intimate part of his body, retracting it all the way. His cock was hot and he moaned to my slightest touch. He pushed back my long hair and cupped my breast gently. "Kiss it," he said, "I want to feel it in your mouth." I was shocked but not in a bad way, oh no! In my wildest dreams I would have never thought that. All the while I had just planned on jacking him off, maybe rubbing his dick around my tits. I went down on him. I sniffed his rod -- oh, that man smell made me shiver. Starting from his base and ending at his peehole I kissed his penis. I licked his flesh. I played with his cockhead with the tip of my tongue. How he did not shoot his load I did not know. I knew I was driving him wild but god I was loving it too. His taste, his texture, I loved it. I loved how his musky odor stayed on my fingers, I loved how his dick's skin, wet with my saliva, felt in my hands. I bobbed his head in and out of my mouth. I did not know what sensations were overcoming him but whatever it was it was enough to drive him past that point of no return. He was cuming and it took me by surprise. A loud moan was followed by shot after shot of his white seed. My face was covered with his spunk. It dripped down to my boobs. I cleaned myself with one of the sheets. He was exhausted and had fallen back. I got over his body, letting his deflated, spent dick rest between the lips of my cunt. We spent the rest of the night that was, wrapped in each other's bodies. I kept waking up at all odd hours, feeling his dick hardening. I did not know at the time that guys got boners at night while they slept so I thought he was awake too. The second time it happened I eased his sweet peepee into my hole as far as I dared too. When we awoke at last that morning he was not in me anymore but he was erect, again. I giggled, feeling it, fondling it. But that time it was he who was having ideas. He took me into the bathroom and sat me on the edge of the sink. I watched in glee as he peed, he even let me hold it. It was so awesome, the sensation of his urine passing through his dick. I squeezed lightly and his stream went down. That was when he started to get hard. His dick was about two inches flaccid and after he had stopped peeing and shaking it dry his foreskin plopped back down to cover his red, spongy head. I cupped his balls and rolled the little stones around my fingers. I pinched the soft, drooping skin of his tip, running my thumb and forefinger over his covered cockhead. He started to twitch, just barely noticeable at first but as I touched him more and more his throbbing became more pronounced and it was becoming evident that his dick was getting longer. It was maybe four inches and once I saw that his head was poking out of his skin I took my fingers on a gentle ride from the top of his shaft to the base, up and down and all around in gentle spirals until his dick widened and at last stiffened. All the while I was doing that I could hear his moaning. I would look up and see his chest heaving, his face contorting in pleasure. He was thrusting his hips and losing control of his knees bobbing around. He had his hands around the back of my head, feeling my hair in his fingers. What I was doing to his body was so incredible, it was so exciting that my cunt was drooling, dripping. I wrapped one fist around his shaft and put my free hand over my pussy lips. My clit was engorged. He took my hand away from his cock and thrust his hips downward toward my hole. He poked his rod into my cunt, I helped him find my spot and he ran it in and out, rubbing his head against my clit. That was the first time a boy had given me an orgasm and that it was my own brother was so special to me. I held his ass as he squirted his load between my legs. I felt his muscles tense and relax with his every shot. His eruption, like most boys cumings, did not last very long, but I found it breathless to watch. I love watching men cum, especially when I know I'm the reason why he's spilling his load. For the whole week that we were alone we pretended we were lovers dating. When the folks came back we had to act innocent about it. He continued to fuck that way for a few months until I helped him find a girlfriend - - anything to keep my mom from snooping into his business. Even now, years later, we still meet sometimes just to jack off. He's still the only guy who knows how to make me cum. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 29