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I Love You Tommy
by LivingProof (no address provided)

***

I admit that I have always been attracted to my older 
brother, he is tall and strong and I've always 
fantasized about being with him... sexually. Finally 
one day I decided to see if I could seduce him and 
that's what this story is all about. (mf-teens, 
youths, 1st, inc)

***

For many years now, pressure to tell everyone this 
story has been building up inside me. It is the story 
of my first sexual experience, an experience that was 
carefully planned and orchestrated by yours truly. 

I grew up in a house that was given to my mom and dad 
as a sort of nest egg by my maternal grandparents. I 
don't remember much about my dad when I was young 
because he divorced my mom when I was only three years 
old. I would see him from time to time over the next 
few years, but eventually he just drifted away. I 
think he still paid child support until I was a 
teenager, but I never actually asked my mom about 
that.

So there was just my mom, who I still called Mama in 
those years. And there was my brother, who was two 
years older than myself. And there was me, a girl who 
had lots of friends in the neighborhood and who always 
got nearly straight A's on her report card. This was 
the early 1990s, a time when denim skirts were still 
popular with tween girls, a time when we painted our 
nails in the M&M's-with-peanuts style - green, red, 
blue, orange, and yellow. We girls wore simple white 
shoes or sandals, did our hair up with raised bangs, 
and had collections of rubber-style ankle rings.

There was no Internet and no cell phones for kids, 
meaning we still passed notes to each other in school 
as a form of communication. We talked and giggled on 
the phone in the evenings, had slumber parties, and 
played sports in the streets.

When I was about nine, something inside me woke up, 
and I realized that all of the boys thought I was very 
pretty. There was this gang of us that hung out a lot, 
both during the school year and in summer. The gang 
consisted of my two best girlfriends, a couple of the 
neighborhood boys, and myself. I began to notice that 
the boys were staring at me more and more often, and 
my friends Lisa and Kelli were always making funny 
remarks about how I was attracting attention.

It wasn't just the neighbor boys, however. Whenever I 
went shopping with my mom, or when my mom, my brother, 
and myself would go somewhere like the zoo, a park, or 
the mall, I felt the eyes of grown men examining me. 
It didn't make me feel uncomfortable. In fact, I began 
to anticipate those subtle stares with a sort of 
girlish eagerness.

When I was 11 years old, I went to a summer camp that 
was run by an outfit that some of my mom's coworkers 
were affiliated with. During that week, one of the 
young men who worked as a staff member took up an 
interest in me. On the final evening before we headed 
home, I actually sat on his lap for a bit while he 
kissed my neck and ear, rubbed my back and legs, and 
felt around my panties. It was the only time I was 
ever molested, but I didn't have nightmares or 
anything afterwards. In fact, I felt really mature 
about myself because I assumed the affection meant 
that I was special to someone.

It was at this time that I began to notice myself - 
meaning my body - more than ever before. I was always 
a bit short for my age, with a slightly darker-than-
average complexion. My hair was full-yellow, without a 
hint of ash or white. It was very long, and when I 
stretched out backwards on the bed, my ponytail would 
slither down to my butt crack. My legs were what 
people called classic-shaped, and my ankles were just 
a bit rounder than most girls'. When I sat down, my 
kneecaps completely disappeared. My leg hair was 
bright blond, almost white, and it was very prominent.

My eyes are dark brown, almost black, and when I was 
young my mom used to tell me that I should think about 
getting tinted contact lenses someday because my hair 
would be better complemented by blue eyes. I always 
scoffed at that.

My breasts had always had a roundness to them, even 
when I was little. They began to pop out even further 
just after my 11th birthday, and by the time I turned 
12 they were pretty big. I hated wearing a bra, but I 
knew that I should because it would make my tits stand 
out instead of sagging. My pubic hair grew a lot 
during that year also, and it was as bright-white as 
my leg hair. I shaved my legs for the first time 
during the summer when I was 12, and began to do that 
more and more often until I was 13. From then on, I 
shaved about every five days.

When I was 12, I went on a trip down to California 
with my best friend Lisa. That was in August. We were 
visiting her extended family, and when I returned I 
found out that Kelli, my second-best friend, was 
moving away. This hurt me deeply, and I think of this 
as the time when I began my weepy phase. Not that I 
had a bad experience with seventh grade, but for some 
reason I was moodier, cried sometimes at night, and 
began to drift away from the neighborhood gang, even 
from Lisa

***

I had always loved my brother very much, and he was 
the most important male in my life. He spent more time 
with his own friends than he did with me, but he was 
always kind to me and never made fun of my developing 
body, my interests, or my friends. I loved it when he 
would pat my head in an affectionate manner, when he 
kissed my cheek on my 13th birthday, and when we 
stayed up late at night to watch TV together.

One morning in March, just a few weeks after I turned 
13, I awakened, stared upward, and saw the word SEX 
written all over the ceiling. I have since heard about 
such instances, where some girls seem to be triggered 
in this way, not just gradually over time, but in a 
flash of realization. Perhaps some of us have a sudden 
chemical change and are “awakened” when flooded with 
estrogen for the first time. I'm really not sure. What 
I do remember is that on that morning I spent the next 
several minutes rubbing my legs under the covers, 
tossing my head from one side to the other, and 
breathing rather heavily.

After that, I would spend a few moments each morning 
touching myself gently. I especially liked stroking my 
inner thigh while my hair lay across my face. At 
school, I noticed another girl rubbing her white 
tights together, and I began to mimic her. I began to 
think about which of my necklaces, earrings, and hair 
arrangements seemed to draw the most attention. I 
smiled at all the girls and guys in the hallways, and 
my weepy phase was over.

My friends would talk about sex, and about what it 
would be like to have intercourse. I knew that none of 
them were serious about doing it themselves, but of 
course this type of conversation is part of the 
growing up process, a way in which we girls can play 
at being a woman. I had long ago gotten used to the 
stares from the boys and the men, and although it 
still excited me when I caught a male paying close 
attention to me, I felt that something was missing. 
Eventually I figured out what it was.

It was my brother. Since there was no father in the 
home, I guess I suffered from the lack of approval 
from a grown man that I knew closely. In my case, the 
next best thing was Tommy, and I realized that I was 
yearning for him to acknowledge me as a sexually 
maturing female.

One evening at dinner, soon after the school year 
ended, Tommy announced that he had been invited to go 
down to Portland on a visit with his best friend's 
family. Never before had I been so jealous. I suddenly 
realized that I wanted Tommy to myself, although I 
could not figure out exactly why I felt this way. He 
left on his trip four days later, and was gone for a 
week. I was filled with envy.

The night before he returned, I found myself putting 
together a plan. I was determined to find out if Tommy 
cared about me as a young woman. Without considering 
the consequences, I decided that I would show him an 
unusual amount of affection when he got home, and I 
would use my body to attract him.

At this point I want to say that I had never actually 
used my body for flirting. I had watched women and 
other girls twitch their ass at the swimming pool, 
change their stride to a sexy swagger when males 
approached, and move up close to a man while talking 
to him. I had never done anything like that, but now I 
could think of nothing else than the attention I 
wanted to give Tommy. My body was clearly telling me 
how to accomplish this.

When Tommy arrived back at the house the next morning, 
I greeted him in my blood-red satin nightgown, the one 
I had insisted my mom purchase several months before. 
Funny thing is, I had only worn it to bed once. I knew 
on this day that I would wear it much more often in 
the future.

Tommy patted my head, and I snuggled up next to him. 
In a soft whisper, I asked "Did you have a good trip?"

"Yeah, it was fine. Mom at work?" I nodded, making 
sure that my smooth cheek rubbed against his chest. 
Then I looked straight into his eyes and said, "I 
missed you a lot."

Tommy patted my head again, then motioned toward the 
hallway. "I got to get this bag unpacked and then take 
a shower." I let go of him, watched as he moved down 
the darkened hallway, letting out a low sigh.

***

Two nights later, Tommy and I were doing the dishes 
together. We stood next to each other at the kitchen 
sink, and I couldn't stop my legs from quivering. I 
eased closer to him, finally rubbing up next to his 
torso. Tommy wasn't all that tall, perhaps 5'9", and 
he had an average build. Even so, my petite 5-foot 
frame made it very easy for me to place my tit next to 
his stomach. I brushed my arm against his waist 
several times and whispered a small joke while we 
worked on the pots and pans.

I'm not sure, but I believe I felt a jolt of 
electricity pass between us. Later that evening, I 
caught him staring at me several times, and a thrill 
ran from the top of my head to my painted toenails.

The next day, I made sure that Tommy could see me when 
I came out of the shower. I had on a small gown and no 
panties. Tommy looked at me as I slowly walked to my 
bedroom. After I went inside I sat down on the bed, 
rubbed my legs together, and listened. I knew he was 
right outside my door, which I had left open just a 
crack. I could hear him breathing.

The next day was Friday. Tommy and I sat on the couch 
together that evening, watching a sitcom rerun. I was 
in a pair of shorts and a filmy t-shirt, and I was 
barefoot. Several times during the evening, I 
playfully hit at him with my arm, and finally he 
slapped back. He looked at me with a weird smile. 
"What's gotten into you, Tina? You wanting to fight?"

I giggled. "No, but I like hitting you anyway." I 
kicked him softly and let my bare foot rest for a 
moment on his calf. I started to talk, but my voice 
failed, and instead my breath came out in a shudder. 
"I just want to do something."

He looked at me, and I will never forget what was 
written on his face. It made me uncomfortable, 
nervous, and excited all at the same time. I got up 
off the couch, headed toward the kitchen, and called 
back to him. "You want one of the leftover pieces of 
pie?"

Instead of answering me, he rose from the couch and 
followed me to the kitchen. "I'll get it," he said as 
he moved past me to the far counter. I padded over to 
him, and together we took the lid off the glass 
container and reached for the two slices of pie that 
were nestled together. We brought the two slices to 
our lips while we stared at each other for a moment. 
My chest was heaving in a way that I had never 
experienced. I could not stop myself, and I didn't 
want to. I smiled, turned around with my pie in my 
right hand, and brushed my tits across his chest. "I'm 
going to eat mine in my room."

I walked slowly down the hall and pushed open the door 
to my bedroom. In the distance, the muffled sound of 
the TV could not drown out Tommy's breathing. I knew 
that he would not enter my room tonight, but I also 
knew something else. I had seduced him. I had him if I 
wanted him.

***

I don't remember much about that night except that I 
slept quite well, after the usual tossing, turning, 
and fidgeting. The next morning I lay in bed, 
wondering what it would be like to have Tommy lying 
there next to me. I loved my brother so much, and I 
wanted to show him how much I loved him by sleeping 
with him. I knew that everything happening was the 
result of my sexual awakening, but I never thought of 
it as wrong or improper. My body was telling my mind 
what to do, and it was also telling my mind to not 
worry about the consequences.

It was like the end of a long script that I had 
written, a script that I had begun to compose and was 
unable to stop. I was now reading over my script, and 
I was at the final chapter.

Tommy and I looked at each other several times during 
that Saturday, and sat close to each other in the back 
seat of the car on the way to the grocery store. After 
dinner, I went to my room for a while, sat around on 
the bed without actually doing much of anything, and 
waited for my mom to go to bed. She did so rather 
early on Saturday because she worked the A.M. shift at 
the clinic on Sundays.

Suddenly I felt like a little girl who needed an 
answer. When I heard my mom go to her room and shut 
the door, I waited a moment, then rose from the bed 
and crept into the hallway. I made sure that the coast 
was clear and that Tommy would not hear me. I went 
inside my mom's room, padded over to her bed, and 
without asking permission, got under the covers. It 
was the first time I had been in bed with my mom in 
years.

My mom stretched out her arm to me and asked if I was 
all right. I snuggled next to her and nodded. Then I 
asked her if it was okay to need my mother like this. 
She said of course it was, and for the next few 
minutes, all was silent as she stroked my hair. Then 
she stopped, turned away, and soon fell asleep. I got 
up, returned to my room, and felt as though I had just 
done something that was a necessary part of what was 
happening.

I knew when Tommy would likely head for his room. It 
was still pretty early, about 10:30PM, and I sat on 
the bed, stroking my silky, clean-shaven legs, my 
breath becoming more ragged all the time. I could feel 
my skin becoming ever so slightly damp, and I licked 
my lips a lot as I waited for the telltale sound of my 
brother coming down the hall. He scuffed his slippers 
along the carpet when he walked, and it could be heard 
throughout the house. 

When I heard the familiar sound of his house shoes, I 
rose and began to walk to the bedroom door. I was 
shaking as though it were freezing cold inside the 
house, and my blood-red nightgown rippled as I made my 
way toward the bathroom. I entered and pretended to 
work on my eyelashes with my fingers. Tommy came into 
the bathroom, nodded at me, and reached for his 
toothbrush. Immediately, I grabbed mine, and for the 
first time in about five years, my brother and I 
brushed out teeth together. It was an incredible 
experience.

When we were finished, I did not tell him good night. 
Instead I swallowed, waited for my throat to stop 
closing, and got up on my tip-toes. I put my face as 
close to his as I could and whispered, "Well, I'm 
going to my room now... I'm going to get into bed."

I brushed my satin-covered nipples against his chest 
as I turned toward the door. Then a shock passed 
through my body as I felt his hand on my back. I 
stopped, waited, and let Tommy feel my long, beautiful 
blond hair for just a moment. Then I walked slowly 
away, down the hall and into my room.

I left the door slightly ajar, turned down the covers 
and slipped into bed. The light from the street was 
faint because the nearest light pole was at the end of 
the block. Even so, I could clearly see my entire 
outline when I looked down the length of my bed. My 
nightgown was plastered to my torso and thighs, and my 
calves shone as if they were illuminated from within. 
I could not control my hands. They felt along my 
waist, went to my panties, and began to remove them. A 
moment later, my panties were under the covers and my 
entire body lay on top of the sheet and blanket.

I knew what was about to happen. There was no turning 
back now. I lay there, my breath becoming more and 
more heavy. I watched my breasts rise and fall under 
the nightgown. Squirming a little, I undid part of the 
back tie and let the gown slip a little, A moment 
later, my nipples were fully exposed. I rubbed my legs 
together, continued to pant, and waited. I knew that 
my cunt was becoming wet. It was the time of mating, 
the time of sex.

The door creaked. I turned my head and watched as 
Tommy came into the room. He was wearing nothing but 
his boxer shorts. I squirmed on the bed, just to let 
him know that I had seen him. Without a word, he came 
over to the bed, sat down, and bent over me. My right 
knee rose up at that point, without asking my brain 
for permission. From that moment on, I was not in 
control. My body was. My beautiful female body was 
excited, and it was letting me know that I was going 
to get laid in a few minutes. 

Tommy lay down beside me and turned on his side. He 
brought his face close to mine and said, very softly, 
"Hi." 

"Hi," I whispered back.

His hand went to my left leg and began to rub it. I 
heard his breath began to quicken, and a moment later 
my own breathing became much more rapid. Tommy's hand 
explored my panty-less crotch, and within moments, it 
began to feel as though the sun was rising between my 
legs. I could tell that he was taking off his shorts, 
even though my eyes were nearly closed. Then I felt 
him spread his legs and move on top of me. The feel of 
his skin next to my nightgown was more than I could 
bear. I arched up just a bit, and that was all it took 
for him to get the message. He slowly pushed my 
nightgown over my head and dropped it over the side of 
the bed. My long blond hair fell all over my tits.

Tommy lowered himself onto me, and at that point I 
realized that I was covered in a sheen of moisture. My 
brother began to lick my nipples, one and then the 
other. I couldn't stop myself from spreading my legs. 
Tommy's legs went inside my own, and the sensation was 
indescribable. My body knew what it had been made for, 
and it was my body that was writing the final half of 
the final chapter of the script. I opened my mouth and 
began to whimper once more.

Tommy stopped licking, felt my body with his hands for 
a moment, and then moaned. "Ohhhhh Tina..." 

I put my arms around his back and pressed his body to 
mine. My body wanted to hump upwards and find his cock 
with my pussy, but at the same time, my body wanted 
him to take charge. I rubbed my hands along his back 
as I lay there, feeling more female than I had ever 
thought possible. 

For just a moment, my head cleared. A thought came to 
me. If only Lisa could see me now. And then, the 
thought was gone, and I was overcome once more with 
that incredible feeling of femaleness. My mouth opened 
and I made a sound that I will never forget. I mewed 
like a kitten.

This must have driven Tommy over the edge. He made a 
humping motion, paused a moment, and then whispered, 
"I've got to do... it... now..." 

Immediately, I felt my cunt pulsed, and the sun that 
was burning inside went nova. I shuddered, trying to 
speak, but all I could do was make the mewing sound 
again as I lay there, absolutely drowning in 
prettiness. My clit was on fire, and my drooling cunt 
was beginning to suck open and shut, begging for 
intercourse.

Tommy was a virgin, just as I was. Perhaps that is 
what made this seem so natural. I wasn't at all 
concerned about him becoming scared, or acting as 
though he did not know what to do. I certainly knew 
what both he and I were capable of.

My brother eased forward, and before I could stop 
them, my legs drew themselves up and clamped around 
his. Tommy uttered a sound that one makes when 
smelling something delicious. I felt his cock against 
my pussy, and my breath became even more rapid. Tommy 
began to push into me. I knew that my hymen was 
partially torn, probably from bike riding or doing 
splits, or whatever. Still, I anticipated a bit of 
pain. There wasn't any.

Tommy slowly drove his cock the length of my cunt. I 
breathed in, blew out, and clamped my legs tighter 
around my brother. He started going in and out, his 
speed increasing over time. My mouth opened and I let 
out a series of tiny whines that were in rhythm to his 
pumping. Tommy brought his face close to mine, and I 
tried to speak to him.

"T-Tommy... Tommy... Ma... Mama will... Mama will hear 
me..." I shuddered.

"Shhhh, Tina. Try to... be quiet."

"I caaaaan't," I mewed. "I can't... I'm a g-girl..." I 
kissed his cheek and began to whimper again. 

Tommy lost all control. He began to pump harder, and 
the feel of his cock inside me made me want to buck 
upward. I couldn't believe how slippery I was. My 
pussy lips were throbbing, my clit was throbbing, and 
my tits were throbbing. Even in the semi-dark, I could 
tell that my entire chest was flushed. Tommy's 
thrusting was making my entire body move along the 
bedsheet, back and forth in a hypnotic rhythm. 

I was loving the odor that we were making. Our sweat 
was mixing together and it was heavenly. Perhaps this 
odor can only happen between sister and brother, I 
really don't know. 

I squealed again, louder than I should have, but there 
was nothing I could do to stop my throat from making 
noises. I wanted to dig my fingernails into my 
brother's back in an effort to make him hump me even 
harder. Tommy groaned loudly, and pushed as deep as he 
could go. I felt his balls against my smooth ass, and 
I gasped so loudly that I sprayed spittle onto his 
shoulder. My brother moaned again and shuddered out 
the words, "TINA! Oh, oh it feels good!" 

I cried out when he said that, and squealed back to 
him. "TOMMY! It feels... feels... so good... it 
feels... too... good, too good..."
 
Then it was back to rapid breathing. My tits were so 
swollen and bouncy I could hardly stand it. I felt my 
cunt begin to mound. I raised my legs around my 
brother's back, cried out softly, and felt an immense 
pressure building. Then my cunt began to open wide and 
would not close. Tommy made an almost inhuman sound 
when he felt my pretty toenails dig into his butt. He 
thrust deeply several times and then made another 
sound. "Oh, oh, ohhhh!" 

At the same time, I felt an explosion between my legs, 
and the electricity traveled up to my nipples, my 
mouth, and down to my toes. I made a small screeching 
noise like when I would try to stop a sneeze. I felt 
Tommy's cock become all gooey feeling inside me and I 
knew exactly what that meant. I mewed a couple more 
times as my orgasm subsided, then my body went limp. 
Tommy slowed his pumping, stopped completely, and then 
went limp as well. He was still on top of me, but his 
weight did not bother me at all.

After a moment, my hands began to shake. I tried to 
move them to Tommy's back so I could caress him and 
let him know that everything was all right. Tommy 
responded by propping himself up on his elbows for a 
moment. He looked at me as if to ask if I was hurt or 
if I was upset or anything. I brought my hands to his 
neck, curled them together, and brought his head 
close. Although I was still breathing fast and heavy, 
I was just able to whisper, "I love you Tommy."

After about 10 minutes, our sweat was beginning to 
dry. I curled next to my brother and whimpered to him 
softly. He kissed my hair and kept me in a tight grip. 
I have never loved anyone so much as I loved my 
brother at that moment. As I lay there, feeling his 
semen beginning to drool out of my pussy, I wanted 
nothing more than to love my brother forever.

We slept together for several hours, then he got up, 
whispered good night to me, and left the room. I know 
he was scared that he would oversleep and that we 
would be discovered together. My mom was a sound 
sleeper, fortunately. I began to realize just how loud 
I had been, and could not imagine what would have 
happened if she had heard us.

***
        
Tommy and I talked about it a lot during the next few 
days. I could tell that he was a bit sheepish when it 
came to discussing our experience, probably realizing 
that he had been overcome by natural instinct. Still, 
I love to think that he cherished that fuck as much as 
I did, and that our first time was with each other.

I'm not going to go into what happened after that. But 
in case anyone is wondering, the answer is no, Tommy 
did not get me pregnant. Yes, we had sex again, more 
than once. Yes, I finished high school and went to 
college. Tommy became an architect, a good one.

What I described above happened 20 years ago. Although 
I have been with a number of male companions since 
that time, never again have I felt the way I did that 
night. Oh, there's one other thing you might be 
interested to know. That young man who molested me at 
summer camp when I was 11 years old is now a vice 
president at a major travel/leisure corporation. I 
never told on him.

END

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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.
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