("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `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 DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2012. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- A Brother's Tale by Red Wood (redwood105@yahoo.com) *** How a brother's lifelong love affair with his younger sister began. (mf-teens, youths, inc, mast, rom) *** My affair with my sister began when we were kids. Even today, as she nestles in my arms after a long afternoon of lovemaking, I still marvel at her rich chestnut hair, her high, firm breasts, her slender, tapered legs. Over the years we have clung together, drifted apart, found one another again, and refreshed our love anew. We kiss. I reach for her even as her slender fingers travel down my body to grasp my cock, stroke it stiff again, and then she glides underneath me, and once more I revel in the moist, musky velvet of her grasping pussy. She thrusts her hips at me, and I drive down into her, thrusting and pushing for ten, twelve minutes, and I am afraid I will lose control, but Carla's lovely white body betrays her, and the first ripple of orgasm runs along her spine all the way down to my diving dick. Carla's arms tighten around me, and our lips meld as my cock continues to lunge. Only when she has a second orgasm do I allow myself release, pumping what seems like a pint of sperm deep into my sexy sister's loving channel. Our kiss breaks slowly as we disengage once more, and my mind drifts far back to the past. I was fourteen that summer, Carla ten. I enjoyed exercise, and had just discovered weightlifting. I had also discovered girls, and found myself in a near constant state of erection, as most boys that age do. I worked out in the cool family basement, and usually wore only a T-shirt and sweat pants. I was nursing an infatuation for one of the girls in the neighborhood, Noreen. She was a sweet blonde thing, sixteen, and unattainable for a freshman, but how I thought of trying, and the lovely things we would do together once I worked my teenage charms. It is fair to say I had quite a crowbar in my sweats when I spotted a shapely pair of legs descending the basement stairs, only to feel a pang of disappointment to see it was my kid sister. I put my weights down and sat on an old sofa by the washing machine. "Have you seen the bike pump?" Carla asked. "Over by the freezer," I said, standing up. ""But if you want some help with it, you'll have to wait. I'm taking a shower first." Carla was staring at something. I turned around, expecting to see a rat or some other critter. But that's not what Carla was staring at. "What's wrong with your pants?" she asked. I blushed: my hard-on was poking forward like a street- side flagpole. I didn't know what to say. "Does it hurt?" she asked. I shook my head. "It's my..." What did girls her age call a cock? "...boner," I finally said. Carla's large brown eyes went wide. "Let me see," she said. I blushed with embarrassment, but I lowered my sweats, freeing my long, red dick. "Wow," she said, surprised. "He's a little person, isn't he?" "He sometimes has a mind of his own, yes." We stood there, not moving, when I heard the door open and my mother come down the stairs with a load of laundry. I quickly snapped my sweats up and stepped past my flustered sister. I gestured to her not to say anything. "Mom, can it wait for my shower?" I asked as I made my way up the stairs. "I suppose," she muttered. Once in the bathroom, I stripped quickly, grabbed some hand lotion, and went to work on my aching rod. But all thought of Noreen was now long gone. Carla's sweet young face danced on my closed eyelids, her lips parting, her head sinking down on my distended dick. "Sweet Jesus! Carla!" I hissed when my young dick exploded, almost giving myself a sperm facial. Only when the warm water of the shower rinsed all evidence away did I finally feel safe. Days went by, and I couldn't stop thinking about it. The look of sheer amazement on Carla's face when she saw my erection, the way my stomach tightened whenever she came near, looking lovelier, sweeter, more beautiful, with each passing day. I longed to take her in my arms, kiss her, indulge my every fantasy involving her. I was lovesick for my sister, and it never occurred to me I shouldn't be. For her part, it took a few days to get back to normal, even though she often gave me a shy and knowing smile when she thought no one was looking. I wondered what she was thinking, but for some reason I was never able to get her alone, whether due to bad luck or wariness on her part. I wondered if she knew somehow I was masturbating to fantastic dreams of her every day. At last, the critical moment finally arrived, the one which changed our lives forever. Carla knew my workout routine, of course, and she picked a day when Mom went to do the week's shopping before joining me in the basement. I stopped when I heard her coming down the stairs, my heart racing from remembering the last time. My heart pounding, my dick, long, hot and throbbing. "Carla? What is it?" "I want to see it again." I didn't have to be asked twice. I doffed my sweats and stood up, my proud prick pushing forward, as if seeking her out. "What makes it do that?" she wanted to know. "Is it me? Am I doing this to you?" "Yes," I croaked. "I love you." We stared at each other for a moment, and then I took her young, tender hand in mine. I kissed it gently. "Do you love me, Carla?" "Y-- y-- yes." Pulling her closer, I took her in my arms and kissed her, clumsily at first. I held her tight, caressed her soft hair, made her feel the power in my tight balls, waiting to be unleashed. I led her to the old sofa and kissed her again. "I feel dizzy," she said. By now I was burning with lust, but I was no rapist. Yes, I could have gotten between her legs, but somehow I knew she wasn't ready for that. Instead, I wrapped her tiny fingers around my giant, pulsating shaft. "Ohhhh..." she moaned. "Do you know what to do?" I asked. "Just be nice to it. Stroke it, Carla. Up and down. Good girl, sweet little sister..." Her touch, so light, so sensitive, her hand moving tentatively at first, then faster, ever faster. I leaned back on the sofa and closed my eyes, lost in the sensation of my sister's hand manipulating my stiff flesh. Needless to say, I didn't last long. A final surge of stiffness ran up my prong. "Carla! Don't stop! Don't... UHHH!" I convulsed on the couch, jet after jet of fiery sperm flying everywhere, on my chest, Carla's cheeks, her hair and yellow sundress. But, as if hypnotized, she kept going and coaxed another round out of me, this one less fierce than the first. Only then did she run her hand up my cock one last time. "Is that come?" she asked. Panting, I could only nod. "Thank you," I wheezed. "Thank you, sweet baby sis. That felt wonderful! I love you." "Johnny," she said. "I feel all funny down there." She licked some come off her face. "Salty," she said. I grabbed a towel and cleaned up as best I could, and then held my sister close. I lifted her dress and slid my hand into her underwear. Wet and musky. "You're feeling what girls feel when they get horny," I said. "Let me kiss you while I take care of it." I pressed her lips apart with my tongue, and felt around her smooth and hairless pussy. It wasn't long before she started writhing in my arms, and the kiss broke. "Oh! God!" she barked. "Keep doing that!" So I was doing something right. I kept moving my hand and pressing every button I could find, when my little sis, age ten, had her very first orgasm. Her first three, in fact. She gasped, and cried, and humped my hand, and we must have kept it going a good five minutes before she finally slowed down. "We just had sex, didn't we?" Carla said at last. "Just one form of it," I said. "The real thing comes much later, when you're ready for it." I would love to report that things went wonderfully from there, but that's not what happened. When I approached her the next week, she said, "I don't want to. It felt so weird and icky later. Please don't make me." I kissed her forehead and smiled, though I was disappointed. "Of course, Carla," I said, disappointed. "You shouldn't be forced to do things you don't want to." "You're not mad at me?" "No. I love you, remember?" She gave me a memorable kiss, a kiss with just a hint of possibility, but it was not to be. Not yet. Though we maintained a close relationship, what had happened between us was never far from the surface, even though two years or so would pass before anything changed. Things started to boil not long after Carla turned twelve, and started developing tits. Really developed tits. Curves followed, and by the following year, she had developed from a cute little girl into a nubile young woman. Needless to say, having her so near and out of reach drove me crazy. My workout routine never varied in all that time, though, and I developed as well. Girls started to notice me, but I was as awkward as any other teenager and struck out constantly. Besides, the only girl I really wanted slept a few feet away from me in the room down the hall. Needless to say, I relived our previous encounter over and over again and Carla always shined at the heart of my fantasy sex life. Not that she didn't have one of her own. I heard her moaning in the dark sometimes, pleasing herself, and wondering if she was using the same fond memories as was I. Soon, I found out. Our parents had decided to visit some boring and unpleasant relatives on the other side of the state, and we blatantly lied our way out of it, leaving my sister and I alone in the house on a sunny Saturday. I spent much of the day hanging out with my friends, while Carla went to the beach with hers. I went down in the basement late in the afternoon and went through my workout routine. As I emerged from the basement, Carla came in through the back door, clad only in a large T-shirt over her bikini. The damp shirt clung to her curves, emphasized her large, firm teenage breasts. Her legs, tapered, shapely, seemed to be modeling just for me. I began stiffening right away. "Hi," she said. "You're beautiful, Carla," I said. "Oh, Johnny..." My cock had added another inch in the past couple of years, and all my yearning for my sister filled it. I was powerless to stop my prick from poking its head against the grey flannel, as if trying to escape and find her. "Please," I croaked. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about it, and I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. I know I promised not to ask again, but... oh, Carla, it hurts so much!" Carla hesitated, her eyes running between my agonized face and my insistent crotch. "I haven't stopped thinking about that day either," she said softly. I reached for my beautiful baby sister and she did not resist. I took her in my arms, held her tightly, kissed first her forehead, then the tip of her nose, and, at last, a lingering lovers' kiss. I slowly eased my tongue against hers, and she came alive like fire in my arms, pressing my hot cock against her young body, my hands flying everywhere. Only when I caressed the sides of her heaving breasts did the kiss break. We looked into each other's faces and kissed again. Then we went upstairs to her bedroom. I lay her down on the soft blue quilt, and this time we slowly explored each other's bodies with our lips, our fingers. Without prompting, she plunged her hand into my sweats and grabbed my pulsating prick, rubbing it with love. "I love you, Carla," I panted. "I love you, too," she said as I removed her T-shirt, revealing my sister's bikini top. With a saucy grin, she reached behind and snapped the clasp. Now her cantaloupe breasts with their nipples, as broad and flat as sand dollars, came into view. I removed my shirt and gathered those wondrous globes into my palms, kissing them, squeezing them, nipping an aureole with my teeth. "Johnny!" she cried. Into her bikini pants dove my hand, and I cupped Carla's wet mound. First I rubbed the entire area with the palm of my hand, then I slipped a finger into her virgin cunt. I found her clit with my thumb, and began to work the two in sync. "Johnny! Uh!" she cried. "Don't stop!" As if. Even as I frigged Carla's clit, I kissed and nibbled her neck, caressed her breast with my free hand. Her hips began first to rock on the bed, then her ass began to rise, and my beautiful teenage sister had a series of real woman's orgasms, harsh cries of ecstasy filling the air. After the orgasmic storm passed, I gave her a minute to catch her breath. I rose and removed the rest of my clothing. "My God!" my sister cried. "It's... HUGE!" Grinning like a wolf about to make the kill, I rejoined Carla on the bed, and we began to kiss again. How I loved her breasts heaving against my solid chest, her hand caressing my cock! When the kiss broke, I rose to my knees, grabbed her bikini pants, and tugged them down. "Lift your ass, honey," I said. "I've been dreaming about this for so long, and I can't wait another second." Carla obediently lifted her ass, and left her thighs apart, welcoming me as I towered over her, my dick seven full, red, hard inches of a brother's love poking upward. I lowered my body onto hers; Carla guided my throbbing, love-starved dick between her soaking pussy lips and I eased my way inside, stopping at her unbroken cherry. "What are you waiting for?" she panted. "I know it'll hurt. Just do it!" So I ripped through the membrane and shoved my cock into my sister, right to the hilt. I stopped for a moment so she could adjust, but Carla began thrusting her impatient hips up at me, and after that I could not be stopped. Grunting like the animal I am at heart, I pounded my cock into her tiny pussy without mercy, savoring its tightness, its musky lube, the thought of our love juices mingling. I wanted for all the world to flood her pussy with my sperm, but I held back until her now familiar cries of joyful orgasm began to pant in my ear. "URRRHHH!" I cried as the first blast of blessed relief poured from my long-denied balls. I panted and pushed, my orgasm sparking at least two more for Carla. We moaned each other's names in our ears, we ground together as one. Only when it seemed I could pump no more did we kiss once more, tenderly this time, and separate, panting loving sighs as we lay in each other's arms. "I love you," I said at last. "Thank you. You have no idea what this means to me." "I think I do," Carla said. "Will it be like this every time?" "I hope so. I want it to be." "I want to do everything with you," she said. "We will." We kissed, and cleaned up. And did it all again an hour later. We've been making love as often as we can ever since; now we can both add adultery to our affair, because we're both married to other people, and I believe Carla's daughter may be mine. But for all the joy we've shared in each other's arms, nothing will ever be so special as that first time. END? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 72