("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `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. -------------------------------------------------------- First Sexual Experience by Michie (mich_ot@hotmail.com) *** This is a story about following my brother downstairs one night. (m-solo, mf-teens, 1st, inc, voy) *** Author Notes: This story involves the graphic depiction of sexual activities between siblings (brother and sister) under the age of 18. If you have any problems with that I suggest that you read no further. This is my first attempt at posting an erotic story. I don't pretend to be a perfect writer in terms of grammar or spelling. I will try my best but keep those critics to yourself. What I am going to post is very private in my life but I feel that this is a good forum to let it out sort of speak. So the story that follows is a true story drawn from my personal experience. It happened many years ago as of writing this I am 38 years old, married and have two children. If you do take the time to write something negative to me it will be your own time wasted as I will not care. If you do have some constructive criticism I will be happy to reply to you. Since this is my first story I decided to start at the beginning. Enjoy! *** First Sexual Experience My name is Michelle, I am 38, married and have two children who mean the world to me. Most who know me think I live a pretty typical life and for the most part they are probably right as I do not know about the skeletons that might haunt your closet. My first sexual experience of any kind happened many years ago when I was 11 years old. To that point I really didn't even think about boys in a sexual way at all. There were guys that I found cute but the notion of sex was pretty much lost on me. Really any notion of sex that I had seemed like something only married people took part in; perhaps I was naive. I lived with both my parents who provided a very loving environment for me and my older brother to grow up in. We had it all, so to speak, a big house, a pool in the backyard, a nice neighborhood and attentive parents. Attentive when they were around at least as both did work to support all that we had but they at work when we were at school so it wasn't like they were neglecting us in any way. Greg is my older brother he is almost 4 years older to the day, so when I was 11 he was 15. Greg had a lot of friends growing up but I can't say that he was particularly popular but he certainly wasn't a "loser" either. We really didn't hang out all that much as he had his friends and I had mine. He spent most of his time playing street hockey with his friends or getting in trouble from my parents for not doing his homework on time. I stayed busy with my dance classes as I really enjoyed them and as a result most of my friends were in the same classes as me. I think I looked like a typical kid, I was very skinny, had brown hair that I often had in a ponytail and brown eyes. If boys looked at me at all I certainly didn't notice. One day my brother came home from school with a new toy sort of speak, it was a cable box that allowed us to get the pay movies for free. My mom didn't even notice as she never watched TV but my dad protested at first. He was a high school principal and the notion that Greg got this at school sort of set him on edge. Once Greg showed him how it worked and all the pay per view channels showed up unscrambled he sort of lightened his stance to, "don't let your mom find out." This was actually the first lapse in morality that I saw from either of my parents. I guess they drank too, but never to become violent or ill-tempered so that was never a problem. I really liked the new cable box. I was able to watch any new movie any time I wanted to and really it looked like a normal box so my mom never thought anything about it. I feel like I'm really dating myself as I can remember the time before digital cable! Other than that nothing really changed, I went to my dance classes twice a week and heard my brother getting in trouble probably three times a week. It would really scare me when they would yell at him but if I went to ask him about it he would just tell me to screw off or something similar and sometimes less polite. Still it didn't seem to change his habits and it continued like that. For whatever reason it made me sensitive toward him, like he was being ganged up on and although he paid almost no attention to me I would sort of have mini-panics when he came home for the drama that could be next. I not sure how I first started to notice, but soon I was hearing movement at night. It was someone going very slowly down the stairs, I knew it was my brother as my parents wouldn't have made any effort to be quiet. I had no idea what he was doing, if he was leaving the house, if he was doing something he shouldn't have, all I knew was that it was a secret. So I would try to stay up late to hear him go downstairs each night, mostly I would just fall asleep but sometimes I was sure that I heard him. That lasted a few weeks until I figured that I just had to know what was going on and I decided to follow him. I was sort of worried that he would hear me but with my dancing toes I was probably worried about nothing. Each night that I had decided that I would follow him I would chicken out. I would have these long almost conversations with myself about whether or not I should do it. I would get all the bravado to get to my door and then run and jump into my bed and talk myself to sleep almost too nervous to think. All this and I really had no idea what was going on. After enough test runs and quiet steps I made it half way down the stairs and then I felt like this was it and there was no turning back. It probably took 20 minutes to get to the bottom of the stairs and since the house was a back-split I still had half a staircase to go! I did see any lights. The house seemed completely dark and he wasn't in the main living room. I was so nervous that I wasn't even thinking, I had crazy thoughts like what if he jumps out at me? I knew that he had to be somewhere I had heard him do this probably twenty times now. There was still the basement too. The basement was our primary TV room, we had a TV in the main living room, but the one in the basement got the most use. It was also the TV that had the cable box attached to it. Our basement was split into four parts: there was the laundry room, my dad's work room, a living room and a room that connected the three. The living room had a door that we never shut except it was shut this time. The light coming under the door left with an eerie feeling, a feeling like my stomach was about to jump through my throat. Not really thinking clearly I decided to make the jump and open the door. I gave the door a little push and it must have sent my brother 10 feet into the year. He was sitting on the sofa, fully clothed, watching what appeared to be a dirty movie. Well it didn't just appear to be it was a full porno. I think he thought it was our parents and he looked positively frightened which in turn made me yelp. I think he gathered his wits pretty quickly when he saw that it was me and then it was time for damage control. "BE QUIET!" he said in the loudest more urgent whisper that I have ever heard. I think I was in a state of shock as I didn't say anything I just stood frozen in my socks. I think the first thing I said, after what seemed like an eternity, in my most bratty way, "You're going to be in trouble." "No I won't, because you're not going to tell anyone," he whispered back with no loss of urgency. What was happening on the screen wasn't lost on me. I had never seen an erect penis before, never in books, never in movies and obviously never in real life. It had got my attention and the shock couldn't have been more. The thing looked absolutely huge, like it shouldn't have belonged to any man. There was a girl and she had it in her mouth. I simply couldn't believe what I was seeing. "Now go away Michelle," were the words that broke my trance. Still in full brat mode, "You're not allowed to watch this" was my only response. I'm not sure why, in retrospect it may have been to keep me from telling but Greg told me that I could watch too if I just kept my mouth shut. With that, I took a seat on the floor and started watching. I really don't remember what the movie was even about, it was something I'm sure I didn't understand. What I do remember quite well is that I saw sex for the first time. It wasn't that graphic but it certainly wasn't late night cable either this was a real porno. I spent a lot of the viewing with my eyes covered as if it made it so nobody could see me. The girls had such big boobs and that really did make me intimidated as I did have any boob to speak of at that time. When the movie was over my brother told me to go upstairs first and that I had to be super quiet and then he would come up later. If I got caught I was supposed to say that I was going for a drink of water. Nobody caught me and I made it to my bed, I was actually trembling from what just happened. The next morning was as if nothing had happened, my brother didn't even give me a nod of acknowledgement. I really thought that I was in on this big secret but there wasn't even a hint that things were different. The next few nights I listened again but didn't hear anything and eventually went to sleep. That went on for over a week and I didn't know what to think. I figured that Greg was made at me and that in some way that I was against him too. Until one night I heard movement again, I didn't think about it too much, I put on my socks and got ready to sneak downstairs once again. The truth is, that I wanted to see the movies but I didn't have the guts to just go down by myself. Greg offered me some form of protection and as bad as it is to say I figured that if we got caught he would be the only one in trouble. Getting caught scared me to no end. I made it downstairs again and while he was annoyed at my presence he didn't tell me to leave. I didn't go down every time I heard him, as he went much more often than I did, but every now and then I would join him. It didn't take me so long to get down after a while as I noticed that my sneaking skills were likely cat burglar worthy. I don't think I ever made a noise and I went down quite a few times but never by myself. Once there was some familiarity he actually seemed to like me being there, it seemed like a way that we were connecting. I don't think we had ever connected before but it's strange how being partners in crime can create a bond. *** This went on for about a year. My twelve birthday came and went and I was certainly becoming more aware of myself. That is I was really ashamed of my body. I think one can only look at so many surgically enhanced boobs without feeling the least bit inadequate. My boobs were not growing really at all. I was still very skinny but my hips were widening, but I was probably the only one that really noticed that; at least that is how I felt. There were boys in my class who had crushes on me but really nothing that could be considered a boyfriend in even the loosest application of the word. At this time I started feeling like there was two me's. There was the me who went to dance class, got good grades, was ignored by her brother and generally lived a normal life. Then there was the me that only my brother knew about, the me that watched dirty movies. I guess this is the feeling you start having when secrets become a part of your life. My brother was also pulling me deeper as he was now getting tapes from his friends. These tapes were soooooo graphic. I started to see the penis enter the woman, close ups and all. I was likely already getting desensitized so it didn't scare me off. If anything it pulled me deeper into that world; his world. That is the other thing, this really wasn't my world, I was more of an intruder who had become welcome. Still it wasn't a straightforward thing, we never ever talked about it and there were time that I certainly felt like a second wheel on a unicycle. I never really gave my brother too much thought past that what we somehow together in this, I never considered that his penis was likely erect while this was going on. He never moved all that much once the movie as on but really I didn't give it all that much thought. It wasn't long until the next progression happened. I was in my typical place on the floor, for some reason I knew that the couch was his and I never invaded his personal space. We were watching a tape and I heard him whisper to me, we always whispered, "Michelle, don't look back here." That was all he said, and of course I looked back. He had a blanket on his lap and he was masturbating. I had no illusions at this point about what he was doing. He didn't really seem to care that I looked and he kept doing it. I looked straight ahead at the TV and didn't say anything thing. In the short time that I looked I could tell from the look on his face that this wasn't something I should disturb. From that point on he would always masturbate when we watched the movies, I imagine that it was something that he picked up when I wasn't there but it was part of watching the movies now. I didn't really mind that he did that. I didn't think about it that much. Sometimes I would look back and see the blanket going up and down in rhythm with the sex on the screen. Sometimes he would gasp sometimes he wouldn't make any noise but the action would come to an end and usually a rag of some kind when come from under the blanket. I'm not sure what changed his mind but soon he wasn't covering up and he was asking me if I was looking. I had my shy eyes looking over at him and he was clearly liking that. It was the first penis that I had ever seen not on a television screen. He wasn't as big as the actors but it seemed enormous to me. He finished this time saying, "you like that Michelle, you like that?" There was semen everywhere and he was also different. I think he was ashamed of what happened and told me to go away. I felt hurt but I also wasn't in the position to argue and I made myself scarce. That didn't change things the next week we were watching movies and he was masturbating again. This time he was asking me, "Michelle, let me see your pussy." He seemed to strain when he said pussy and my heart went into my stomach. I didn't have the best self- image and didn't really want to show him any part of me. I was sitting cross legged on the floor still watching him and he was still asking, "Michelle, please!, I need to see your pussy." I told him that he wouldn't like it and all sorts of excuses but his mind was of the one track variety at this point. He just kept saying, "Michelle, let me see you pussy." Finally I relented and told him, "ok." I stood up for perhaps the most inelegant strip show of all time. I tripped over my PJ's as I was stepping out of them and ended up on the floor. I stood up and very nervously said, "there." He wasn't even listening, he was cumming and grunting while doing it. I guess he liked what he saw, it was like there was no movie playing at all, just the two of us. I was standing with my bottoms still around my ankles where they tripped me up and my shirt that came to about my waist. I felt very grown up and for the first time I felt sexy. He had covered himself with cum and was now apologizing profusely. I think we both felt ashamed but this was now the routine. I would get naked and he would masturbate and look at me. He would almost always apologize to me when it was done. This went on until past my thirteenth birthday with him starting to cum on me sometimes. One time I was naked, something I was becoming more comfortable with, and he was masturbating when he had his next request. "Michelle, I need you to suck my dick." I probably shouldn't have been surprised but that was something I had never done. This was also my brother who was 16, soon to be 17. He was asking his little sister to suck his dick. I really didn't resist that much, I was curious too after seeing it done hundred time. I was completely naked and I came over and put his dick in my mouth. He was pretty gentle with me, he hold the back of my head and my forehead but never pushed my head down. It didn't take that long for him to start cumming and he took my mouth off to do that and he came all over my face and even in my hair. As soon as he was done he rushed to get the towel and started wiping me off. He was still apologetic for his actions. It was probably the moment I found my way to a man's heart too as in between apologies he was telling me how much he loved me. As much as this was my first time giving head this was his first time receiving too. Greg wiped as much as he could off but my eyes really stung. We kissed for the first time and made out for a bit. He felt my pussy up but never stuck anything into me. I only sucked his dick a couple more times and then I stopped going downstairs. I had a really bad feeling that I let things get out of hand. Just like that it was over. We never spoke about it again but something had changed in our relationship. He didn't treat me like such a kid anymore and was now pretty protective over me. He never said so but I don't think he wanted me sucking anyone else's dick either... or worse. Around that time I started masturbating myself but I really wasn't interested in porno movies and I am not to this day. In the end I was probably more interested in being in his world but when I finally entered completely I knew that it was time to leave. I think he understood this too. Mich ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 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 75