Seducing My Big Brother

I wanted desperately to have a big throbbing cock slide ALL the way into my 18 year-old virgin pussy.   But I didn't want to have sex with any of the lewd boys at school.

So, after a great deal of thought, I decided I would seduce my 19 year old brother to perform this little task for me.   Well, put his cock in me.   I didn't think he would actually enjoy fucking his little sister, so I expected he would just slide into me, break my hymen and slide back out, easy-peasy, pussy-pokey.   But, boy, did I have a LOT to learn about boys and their cocks and how they think!

So, I decided to study up.   On cocks. And the boys attached to them.   I kinda needed one of each.

The first thing I learned was that young boys, aged 16 to 22, who have all those hormones raging inside them, only think about two things. The first, is girls (and directly related, girl parts, broken down into three areas, but mostly the first two: Boobs, pussy, and butts.   But not so much, butts.   While they really LIKE to look at butts, nearly all have no idea what to DO with one if it was presented naked to them.)

When I learned about that, I really didn't care because someone's butt is not a body part that I want to have sex with anyway. Ew! Why would anyone even want to?

So, boys think about girls and their pussies and their boobs about 90% of the time.   The other 10% is spent thinking about food.   They are always hungry.   They're either hungry for food or they're hungry for boobs... and pussy, of course.

Another thing I learned in my research was that once a boy is in a room with a naked girl and can SEE her naked boobs and pussy, his brain stops functioning completely.   This phenomenon even has a scientific name. It's called "thinking with his dick". In this situation, there's only one thing he thinks about; he only has one goal AND he desperately wants to accomplish that goal, no matter what.

What's the goal? Well... he wants to get his dick into the girls pussy.   He doesn't really know exactly what he would DO if he ever got it IN there, but he expects he will figure that out if it ever happens.

Now one thing that really really helped MY situation is that I had exactly the same goal.   I want my brother's dick in my pussy.   Just once and just for a few seconds. Just to get the 'virgin' thing done, gone and checked off the list.

And with all this helpful new (to me) information, I was quite certain I could make that happen.

Step one. Bake brownies. Peter was always coming into my room, looking for snacks late at night, because he was hungry then and he knew I always had snacks. I would use those to get him into my room late at night and then, into my pussy.  (I LIKE this new pussy term; it's fun-sounding and naughty to say. It made me feel sexy and slinky.)

Step two: get him to "think with his dick". This step would be even easier than step one.   Before he gets into my room, I would take all of my clothes off and then lie near the edge of my bed on my back, with my legs spread a little.   The brownies would be on the far side of the bed so he would have no choice but to walk around my naked body to get to them. And in doing so, he would have a perfect view of my boobs and pussy from 3 angles as he walked all the way around the bed. I planned to leave this very small night-light on, so that he could JUST make out in the dim light things like boobies, nipples, hairy pussies, erect cocks, etc. If he couldn't see my body, he couldn't get turned on by it, was my naïve, but probably very accurate thinking.

And what a view he would have!   I didn't possess the normal figure of an 18 year-old. Both my parents were extremely handsome and beautiful people, and I got every one of their good genes and none of the bad.

None of this is stated to brag about how I look. It's just to explain that the 'bait' for my brother was as perfect as it could ever be. Other than me being his sister.

I had developed curves early, both on my chest and also on my hips and waist.   My breasts are a perfect perky 34C, my waist is 8 inches smaller than my hips.   I had a full carefully trimmed triangle of pussy hair. I had no idea if my actual pussy itself was cute or beautiful, but from what I had learned about boys, I was certain it didn't matter: if it had the 3 W's (warm and wet and willing), they were quite happy to have a go.

My face was both cute AND beautiful with large green eyes, long eyelashes, and dark expressive eyebrows.   My nose was just the perfect size and my lips had a little curl at both edges that everyone seemed to love and envy.

My legs were long and tanned, with just the right amount of muscular tone to make him want to trace a finger up the inside of my thigh to my waiting pussy lips.

I decided THIS was the big night. Peter was going out with his friends and would be a little drunk when he got home, which I felt could only help me with the somewhat negative 'sister' factor. Plus, our parents were out of town and would not return for a couple of days, at the very least.

I went downstairs and quickly mixed up a batch of brownies and tossed them in the oven to bake. The house filled with the aroma of chocolate, exactly what I wanted.   No boy could resist the smell of brownies!

I had read that boys can have difficulty getting an erection if they are TOO drunk so I hoped that wouldn't be the case tonight.   I had also learned that a good erection was essential for making penetration, which was the term they used for sliding a penis (also called a cock) inside of a vagina( or pussy).

In addition to these requirements, I had learned that a girls pussy needed to be lubricated or the penis would stick and not be able to penetrate without significant pain on the girls part. I wanted the act to go easily, quickly, smoothly, and without much pain, realizing that having a cock stretch out my pussy and break my hymen WOULD involve a small amount of pain, but I had read this is always quickly replaced by the excitement of having sex (or "fucking", as the boys loved to call it), so I wasn't worried at all about that.   Even though it was with my brother and I was not technically fucking him, I was sure the overall excitement of achieving my goal would override whatever small amount of pain I experienced for a few seconds.  Besides, how bad could it be? Pretty much every girl goes through it, looking forward to it with a great deal of excitement. And they never talk about the pain afterwards. They talk about the sex: What did that feel like, what did the boy do with/to the girl before sex, during sex, and after sex? How long did he last, how BIG was he? Was he long? Was he thick? Was it good for the girl? How much did he cum? Was it yucky? Do you want to do it again or nevermore?

Back to the lube requirement. I read they were three quite different ways this could be accomplished.

The least effective way was to use saliva. This wasn't effective for two reasons. One, it isn't as slippery as is needed. And two, it's difficult to get enough, in the right place and at the right time,  for this to work well.

If no blowjob is planned (again, Ew!), then the boy or the girl might spit in their hand and rub it on both his cock and her pussy. This can actually be a part of foreplay, but since I wasn't expecting there to BE any foreplay on my brother's part, I would have to take care of the lubrication required in another way.

A second way to provide the essential lubrication is to purchase sex lube online or at a pharmacy, near the condoms.   This is generally only needed in old people, who have dried up pussies and require synthetic lubrication. From what I had read, I didn't expect this would be needed, since we were both very young, and in our sexual prime, a time when both our bodies would generate volumes of natural lube, which is the 3rd solution.

The third and most effective lubrication solution, especially in young people, is natural lubrication from both the boy's cock, and the girl's pussy.

When boys cocks get excited AT ALL, they start to ooze something called pre-cum from the hole in the end of their penis, or, cock. (Why was it easy for me to say pussy but harder to say cock?) Hmmm. Dunno.

At the same time, when a girl gets excited, her pussy secretes a slippery fluid that works as a perfect lubricant for "fingering" her pussy as foreplay or to aid in masturbation, using fingers or dildos or whatever is handy.

When enough of this musky fluid has been naturally generated, the girl's panties (if she's still wearing them) will become soaked with this and this condition is called "being wet" or "getting wet" or "she's wet". This is a very desirable, helpful, even necessary thing and, to an experienced boy, is a huge additional turn-on, because when he feels the slipperiness with his fingers while exploring her pussy with his hands, he knows the girl is turned on by his actions or by him, prompting him to go further or to continue whatever he was doing, likely with even more gusto and excitement.

I had decided to use the natural lubrication technique, but I had to be very excited when he entered the room so that it would be very easy for him to slide his cock into my pussy opening.

To accomplish this, I planned to use the handle of my electric toothbrush to masturbate for 10 minutes after Peter came home and before he got to my room.   I had done this before and I knew it would make me very "wet".   I would also then be very excited and in the mood to be penetrated.

As the brownies baked and I planned and thought about all these sex details required to reach my goal, I began to think it MIGHT be nice If Peter were to leave his cock inside my pussy for longer than the 2 to 5 seconds that I was originally planning.   If it felt good to him, and it wasn't a total turn-off, maybe he could perform a few strokes in and out just a few times.   I think that would be OK if he did that. But just two or three strokes. That would be enough for me to not only lose my virginity, but actually kind of have sex for a few seconds.   I knew it would be difficult to think that my own brother was "Fucking my pussy", but I would try to ignore who was actually doing the act.   I decided I would fantasize in my mind that my favorite singer was making love to me instead.   That wouldn't be difficult.   That's what I did when I masturbated and I expected this to go much like that, except not go quite as far.

Boy, did I have a LOT to learn!

My brother was very handsome and had a very muscular and fit body, so it wasn't like I would be encouraging a stinky, fat, ugly brother to have sex with me.

While I was absolutely certain neither my brother nor I would orgasm in this exercise, I wanted to be also be certain that if something crazy happened, I would not get pregnant.   So, I drove the short distance into the next state so I could purchase a pill I could take after sex, if needed, to prevent pregnancy.   The last thing I wanted was to have my brother's baby!

The oven timer dinged softly so I pulled the brownies from the hot oven.   They were soft and deliciously gooey, which I knew was exactly the way he liked them. I let them cool just a bit then cut them into bite-sized pieces and arranged them on a plate. I considered placing them in the shape of two balls and a thick cock but I thought that would be too obvious.

It was getting late so I grabbed the plate of goodies and hustled up the stairs to my room.  

Once placed, I looked around the entire room and it appeared I had everything needed.   The fresh warm brownies were on the plate on the far side of the bed, my cordless toothbrush was lying on the bed, charged and ready to jiggle against my clitoris.  

I didn't need sexy lingerie to turn Peter on, since I would be completely naked to bait my "trap".  

Earlier, I had taken a nice hot shower, moisturized my skin, and dried my long hair, curling it a bit here and there. Everyone always commented on my gorgeous long hair. I even ran a comb through my pussy hair, aligning each strand perfectly.

I quickly stripped out of my clothes, tossing them in a heap on the floor, at the corner of me bed. There was a strategic reason for this particular location, soon to be revealed.  

Then,  I applied just the bare essence of a musky perfume that was advertised to have pheromones that got every guy excited to be with a girl, positioning the tiniest of drops between my breasts and a second, just below my belly button. I didn't expect his nose to be down there, but I wanted to cover all the bases.   And tonight, Peter and I weren't just going to first base;  I hoped to knock the ball out out of the park, for a grand slam!

It was 10 past midnight when I heard the garage door close. It could only be Peter.   We were the only two staying in the house this weekend.   My parents had driven to a family reunion on the other side of North Dakota and wouldn't be back for several days.  

Those trips were a weird thing. My parents have been going to the reunions every year, Since their 20s.   They had plenty of money so they could easily fly, but my mother always insisted they make the long drive in the car. Something about the cornfields in late summer that she had always loved. She was always happy and excited to see them she said. I never understood it, but she always came back with a new glow about her.   I told her with the way it rejuvenated her, I wanted to go with her and experience what she experienced in the cornfields of North Dakota.   But whenever I brought that up, her eyes would get big and she would get flustered and say no that could never happen.   I guess she just wanted the experience for herself.

Anyway, back to the work at hand. And, the work required by my hand, was to get my pussy excited enough to "get wet".

I closed the door and lay back on the bed.   My pussy was already somewhat excited from all the things that I'd been thinking about all day, so when I turned on the toothbrush and pressed the handle against my clitoris, there was already enough lubrication for this personal activity. I closed my eyes and thought about what Peter's cock might look like, as he approached my eager pussy. I had never seen him naked below the waist so I had no idea. In my mind, I hoped it was not big and not small but just the perfect size for me.

As I moved the little vibrator-simulator up and down along my slot, growing wetter and wetter with every vibration, I imagined Peter's body approaching mine. At some point, he had removed all of his clothes, and in the faint darkness, I could just make out the outline of his enormous cock. It was very weird. It stood away from his body at a 20° angle. It bounced with each step and even when he stood still, it still bounced a small amount, with each heartbeat.   I had read that it had compartments filled with blood, which made it grow erect and firm, to be able to push into a lubricated pussy, withdraw and push back in again, over and over, faster and faster, until the boy orgasmed and usually ejaculated 3 or 4 streams deep inside the girl's soft hot pussy folds.  

As I thought about all of this and continued my masturbatory toothbrush work and heard Peter's footsteps on the stairs; little did he know what was in store for him, what wet and hot delight was to accompany his brownie tonight!

I quickly turned off the toothbrush, pushed it deep under my pillow, then hopped up and quietly opened the door fully; the smell of the warm brownies wafted  out into the hall, along with a bit of the musky perfume, both that which I had applied and what my quivering pussy had generated in the last 10 minutes.

I assumed my position on the bed, hoping against hope my plan would come together, as would Peter's cock and my hungry, aching pussy.

I was crushed when he walked by my door and on to his room next to mine! But after a long agonizing minute in the near darkness, I felt his presence back at my door.  

In the dim light, I could make out he had removed most of his clothes, now just wearing his whitey-tighty underwear.   As he walked around the bed to get to the brownies, I could see there was only a small bulge in the front of his shorts, with no erection present.   This was expected, given he had been out drinking and just returned home, with no female stimulation tickling his senses (yet!).

As he rounded the corner of the bed, he stumbled over the little pile of clothes I had very intentionally dropped there. He was a little tipsy, and his hands dropped down to the bed to steady himself.   But instead of finding the bedspread under his palm, he had inadvertently and unexpectedly placed it exactly and directly on my right breast! It couldn't have worked out better!

I thought he might quickly withdraw his hand as soon as he realized what it was cupping and whose it was.   But, he DIDN'T pull back.   Not even a millimeter.   Instead, I felt his hand cup and glide across my very erect nipple. I heard him whisper "Oooh, fuck... fuck... FUCK!" I think he was just realizing he was feeling up his gorgeous sister's tit.

In the darkness, I felt his hand slowly pull away, then felt the edge of the bed go down a bit as he sat next to my naked body.   He was very quiet as he listened to me breathe, I assumed.   I pretended to snore very softly and very lightly, to make him believe I was soundly asleep and would not be wakened by anything he did, giving him the confidence to do more. I wanted him to do much much more, but I knew he would have to work up to the deed in very, very small steps and over a bit of time. This would not be over quickly.

I felt his fingers return to my chest, with just the very tips tickling my right nipple, then dragging over to my left, grasping it lightly with the very tips of his fingers and pulling up gently.  

My body wanted to moan, but I bit my lip to control my desire.   I continued my light snoring routine and strived, with some difficulty, to stay very still under his touch.

As his right hand slid slowly down between my breast, lower and lower and lower, dipping down into my belly button, then back out and dropping lower still, I think he expected to encounter the top of my panties, because when his fingers dipped still lower, and he brushed the top edge of my trimmed landing strip hair, he gasped, and I heard him whisper to himself "Oh, God, fuck! There's no panties!"

For the second time, both his hands withdrew from my slightly shaking body.   He did absolutely nothing for almost 30 seconds; This was probably the time it took for his dick to take over his thinking 100%, because his next touch didn't feel like the previous ones.   It was not as gentle, not as slow, not as soft; it had more urgency to it, it was a bit more aggressive and targeted. It was as though he had decided exactly what he was going to do tonight and this was just the first step towards that goal.

I felt four fingers of his right hand slide vertically along my pussy slot, dragging down across my clitoris hood and then pushing deep between my hot wet folds.

At this point, in the darkness, I wasn't thinking that this was my brother Peter.   I think I'd forgotten that I even HAD a brother named Peter.   I was just a girl in the dark, completely naked, completely aroused, completely available to whatever this horny, mostly naked boy wanted to do with me or to me.

And my body wanted a lot more than to have his cock dip between my legs once and then walk away.

I didn't want a quick dip any more.

No, I wanted a PLUNGE. I wanted a thrust. I wanted to be impaled on his hot throbbing sex-hungry sword.   And then, I wanted to ravage him.   Ravage him as long as he would last, and until he exploded inside me, and hopefully my body quivered and convulsed through an orgasm beneath his panting muscular body.

But, I was way ahead of this game. There was still more moves for him to play before that final move was executed.

I decided (and, maybe I was just thinking with my pussy now; was that a thing?   Did that only apply to boys? Given the rapidly escalating changes in my thinking tonight, I was pretty sure this concept applied to girls too) I could move a little bit and make some small sounds, as though what he was doing, was turning me on, even though I was still asleep. That seemed logical to me.  

So, when he pushed his long middle finger up and into my pussy opening (What DO you call this? My vagina? REALLY? Too clinical. My love canal. Ew! My fuck-hole?   Ew-EW!! For now,  Pussy opening it is), which, I had NEVER, ever felt before, I didn't hold anything back.   I let out a small gasp and my pelvis began to actively grind against his hand, in very small circles.

He quietly whispered "Ah, sis, you LIKE that, huh?   That's good."

"If you like that, I think you'll REALLY like this.   It drives my girlfriend wild!"

With that, to my disappointment, he withdrew his fuck-finger from my fuck-hole (hmm, at this point, that actually had a nice ring to it) and I felt his weight move off the edge of the bed beside me.

I was very, very afraid he was going to leave me in this high state of arousal, but I soon determined that wasn't his intent.  

He must've felt very confident that I was either soundly asleep or that I was awake and enjoying this and he could do whatever he wanted and get away with it, because he moved below me to the end of the bed, grasped my two ankles and pulled me and my wet pussy to the very edge.   He knelt down on the floor and positioned one of my legs over his right shoulder and the other over his left.   I could feel his breathe gently moving my pussy hairs;  I felt the breathe move closer.

Then, something wet and soft and warm was sliding from top to bottom between my outer pussy lips.   God, it was his tongue! And everything he did with it felt new and marvelous. And he proceeded to do many, many different and wonderful things.

He licked with his tongue from top to bottom like a popsicle. He made his tongue rigid and pushed it as far as he could deep into my horny fuck-hole (You heard me, fuck-hole.   That's what I wanted to do, that's where I wanted to do it, that's what I'm gonna call it.   Fuck-hole.) He moved back up to the top and made his tongue into a U-shaped loop and wrapped it around my now-firm clit ball, then sucked. Oh... my... God!?! I didn't want this feeling to end. Ever!  

He kept working my pussy with his tongue for at least five minutes more.   I think I orgasmed;  I'm not really sure. I'm not sure I've ever had an orgasm quite like this before.   This was certainly different and better than anything I had experienced with my little electric toothbrush in the past.  

(I might have to buy a better electric toothbrush now. I don't think I'll ever be satisfied with the old one again.)

I was half spent when he stopped tonguing me, and I heard him whisper "Well, Sis, it seemed like that was really good for you, as I hoped it would be.   So now, I really need you to do something for me.   And I'm assuming this is actually what you wanted to have happen when you placed hot brownies strategically beside your bed, then, laid on your bed completely naked tonight, when I know for a fact, you ALWAYS wear pajamas, AND given that I found your electric toothbrush under your pillow here, I would guess you warmed up with that so your pussy would be juicy and ready for me to slide into you and take your cherry?" Wow! He was a pretty good detective!

As he stood and dropped his shorts, I could make out his large erect  cock, pre-cum drooling from the tip.   As he slid his hand along the slippery stream, spreading it all along the throbbing shaft from balls to tip of the head, he whispered "Sis, I've fantasized about this moment for years.   I would often jerk off in my room, thinking about your hot body next door, imagining what it would be like to see your pussy, to feel your nipples.   I never expected to actually be able to EVER slide my cock into your hot, wet, horny cunt, and you would ever actually WANT me to fuck you."

"Now, given the dork that you are (you're stunningly beautiful and have the best pussy I've EVER tasted, but you are STILL dorky, you gotta admit!) I 'm guessing that all you wanted to do when you first planned this was to lose your virginity, have me dip my cock into your amazing pussy, then pull right back out, and we'd both go to bed happy."

"But, I'm VERY sure that's NOT where your head is at any longer.   Your plan has changed.   As soon as my digits fingered your virgin pussy, as soon as my tongue sucked on your clit, the task changed from having a penis in your vagina and breaking your hymen to wanting to get properly and completely fucked. And knowing how crazy horny, your whole body is right now, you don't care that I'm your brother at all you just want my big cock to fuck your hot wet slippery cunt."

"Right?" he whispered in my ear.

I felt it only fair to respond.

"Yes.   Please?" I begged. I was desperate that he did not leave me like this. My toothbrush would be nowhere near enough to satisfy me tonight.

"Ok.   Now I think we should make this night as memorable as possible, don't you? So if we just wanted to be plain and ordinary, you could lie on your back on  the bed, spread your legs, and I could get on top of you and slide my big cock slowly and deeply into your amazingly wonderful pussy. Then I could stroke in and out and in and out until I come inside you and we could call it a night. Easy-Peezy, fucked-my-pussy. That's ordinary, that's not memorable. Well, it would still be, because it's your first time and you don't have any experience."

"So let's do this. I want the night to be memorable for you, I want the night to be memorable for me.   Although, I gotta admit, fucking my superhot sister and taking her cherry is pretty memorable."

"I've never done a position called Magic Mountain and I've always wanted to.   Grab your two pillows there and turn around, facing away from me.   Get on your hands and knees, then put the pillows below your neck and chest and drop your shoulders and chest down onto them, with your ass in the air and your knees spread wide."

I was scared, but very excited and very, very ready to try this.   Peter move behind me on the bed and knelt between my knees.   I felt his long hard cock slip between my legs and up against my wet slot.   He slid forward and back a few times, spreading my naturally generated fluids along the shaft.   I felt him pull his ass back a little, and his hand held the head of his cock against my pussy opening.  

But, before he did anything, he dropped his chest down, reached below me and cupped both my breasts and said softly "Don't worry, Sis, I'll go very slow. And if anything hurts, I'll stop and wait. Just tell me what you want me to do at any time.   Pause, go deeper, go faster, slow down, fuck me harder, whenever you need, whatever you want.   Communicating what's working and what's not, what you like and what you don't, what you want, what you don't want, those are all critical for both you and your partner to have the absolute best time having sex. And, sometimes it's about fucking and sometimes it's about going slow, holding one another, and enjoying every little stroke and kiss and touch.

"I'm going to push my cockhead in now.   It will feel very tight, and it could be slightly painful until your pussy stretches, which will happen pretty quickly.   But I won't be so deep that I'll hit your hymen yet. Ok?   Breathe.   Don't hold your breath.   Stay in the moment and feel everything, from every part of your body."

And, with that, all of which I greatly appreciated, he reached down and held his rigid cock, slid it up and down against my steaming outer pussy lips, then arched his back a little and pressed his ass forward, popping the head into my taut pussy opening.

"It hurts, oh it hurts!" I moaned in more than a whisper. No one else was in the house, it didn't matter. I could scream if I wanted to. The neighbors lived too far away to hear anything.

He pinched my nipple, hard And said "right now, don't focus on your pussy. Focus on the nipple that I'm pinching. It hurts a little, but it's also exciting. And the pain is very different than what's in your pussy right now."

He did exactly as he directed And within 20 seconds, the pain in my pussy actually went away entirely.   His cock did not fit quite so tightly anymore.  

"OK, you can go a little deeper now." I croaked out.   I was a little afraid of what the next step would feel like.   I wanted the pain to go away, and I wanted to start feeling the pleasure that I was expecting.

He rubbed his fingertips from my shoulders down to my butt, then put a hand on each of my hips and pushed forward with his ass, sliding his cock slowly into me, 1 inch, then two.   I kind of felt something stretch inside my pussy, the head of his cock pushing against it and stretching it.   Then, I felt a little pop inside, and he was through my hymen. There wasn't any pain just kind of a feeling of release, of less tension, of less pressure.  

"More" I whispered.  "More cock, please."

He laughed quietly and said "You're the first one that said it like that, Sis. I like it."

With that, he pushed deeper. Then deeper. Then deeper.   My pussy stretched a little wider with each small thrust, but didn't hurt like when he first pushed the head into me. It's just felt like some tightness. I felt like it was supposed to be like this. A young virgin SHOULD feel tight.   That's what made men LOVE to fuck virgins.

Peter's cock was now inside me as far as it could go.   I knew this because I could feel his balls tapping against my outer pussy lips.   It felt nice.  

Peter reached one hand down around the front of my thigh in between my legs, moving his fingers around until he found my slippery nub of a clit. As he pulled his enormous cock back and back, until just the head was still inside me, he began to rub my clit with two fingers. With all the exciting activity taking place on my clit, I barely felt it when he slowly pushed back into my slippery hot fuck hole. We were fucking!   Slowly, but not painfully at all.  

As he continued to rub my clit and stroke in and out with his seemingly enormous cock, my body began to react to all this new stimulation.   My pussy started to tingle with each stroke.   My clitoris wanted more. My breasts loved to be pinched.

"Faster.   Stroke faster."  

He slapped my ass with his hand. I liked it. He slapped me again, harder this time. It left a red mark, but I didn't care.   It just made me want him to fuck me harder, more aggressively.

"Don't go soft, don't go slow. Fuck me.   REAL fucking, not 'making love'!" I ordered him.   I surprised myself at my own intensity.   This wasn't the normal day-to-day me.   But this wasn't normal activity for me either. This was completely new.   And as Peter began to fuck me hard, I thought to myself "This, I like. I am going to want more of this. Soon.   A LOT more.   Maybe not with Peter, but with someone."

Peter reached up and found my long hair, bunched it together and pulled my neck back as he began to thrust in and out, jackrabbit style.   I felt an orgasm building in my body.   This time, I knew it was an orgasm. There was no question what it was. My whole body was reacting.  

Peter sensed from his experience what was coming and when the orgasm actually began, he stopped rubbing my clitoris, knowing that it would be too sensitive to touch. He kept stroking his throbbing cock deep in and out of my hot horny pussy at a moderate pace, but always slamming his balls against my pussy lips at the end of each stroke.  

Near the end of my intense orgasm, I slowly dropped flat onto the bed on my stomach as Peter's body followed me, keeping his cock-action slowly moving in and out.   When my orgasm had reached its peak, he let his body and his cock feel everything my body was giving and he also began to cum at the same time. I felt the large splashes of his hot cum deep inside my soft, wet pussy.   It felt good. It was exciting When I felt each hot splash.   I knew I wouldn't get pregnant so I wasn't worried.   It would've been terrible to have to say "Pull out, you have to pull out. You can't cum in me!" I've never understood people that do that. Ever. Why, at the height of your passion, and his, would you want him to pull his wonderful cock out of your amazingly constructed hot, soft, slippery pussy?   How could anyone even accomplish that?

If I were a man, I couldn't. And, I think men are driven much more by their cocks than women are driven by their pussies. Although, today, I learned that women ARE driven, to some degree, by their pussies.

Peter pulled his flaccid shrinking cock out of me as a drop of mixed cum oozed out of my quite satisfied fuck-hole.  

(Yeah, it's a fuck-hole. Get used to it.   No romance here today.   Just very hot and horny fucking. And two satisfied customers.)

"Well, Sis, was it what you expected? Did I do OK?"

"You did GREAT!   You were the perfect partner. I wouldn't want to have done this with anyone else.   You were helpful, instructional, soft when you needed to be, and hard when I wanted you to be hard. A perfect experience.   Heck, I'm not sure if any future partner will be able to live up to that!"

"Well, I hope they will, sis.   You've got a lot of life ahead of you, And this shouldn't be the best that you experience.   But I'm glad it was good for you.   I guess all the experience I've had paid off in the end."

"In the end? You mean in my end?" I joked. "But seriously, How did my body feel?

Compared to all the others you've screwed, does my body feel good to you? I don't have any experience at all so you can't judge that, but I would like to know that when someone else slides their hot and horny cock into me, that I know that my pussy feels great to them, not horrible and not just average, but truly great!"

"Well, for the most part, you're either born with that or you're not. You can't do anything to change it, other than to develop good fuck technique, to help make it feel better to your partner, if that's your goal.  

But, I must honestly say, you WERE absolutely born with it.   Not only do you have the perfect body and a beautiful face, which really turns guys on, the feeling on my cock of your pussy lips and then the soft folds inside your pussy are definitely the best I have ever felt.   And, you do something instinctively with your pussy muscles when you orgasm that drives me wild. It actually makes me want more of you.   More tomorrow, more next week, more next year."

My eyes grew large as I replied: "Whoa, slow your roll, stud!   I really really enjoyed tonight also and I'm quite certain we will get together for an encore. But I can't commit to you for a regular fuck-fest with you.   We'll have to play it by ear and see how things go as the weeks and months and even years go by. People change, they feel differently as time goes on. Let's not lock into anything that we both can't commit to for the long-term. Ok?"

He sheepishly replied "Well, sure, how could I NOT agree with that."

I shook my head and presented an idea that had just whizzed through my sex-energized brain. "Good.   That said, Mom and Dad are back in a week.   I WOULD like to have one more round of this before they get back, if that's ok with you?"

"Hmmm, I'll have to think about that and get back to you. I have a pretty full social calendar" he teased.

Two seconds went by and then he said "OK, I've thought about it and I say yes I WILL have sex with you again before Mom and Dad return, but on one condition."

Really? He can have sex IN THE HOUSE, with his hot younger sister... and he has CONDITIONS?!?

"Conditions? I would think that with all your sexual experience, you would've learned by now that the one with the pussy controls the sex, not the one with the cock, no matter how big and hard it is. But, OK, I'm listening; I'm not agreeing until I hear it, but I'm listening."

"You learn fast, Sis. You're absolutely right about pussy power.   No man can resist. You're in control, you should always know that.   But, I think you'll like my condition:

Next time, we'll do cowgirl.   And YOU will drive."

I replied, with a puzzled look on my face "Well, I'll have to look up what cowgirl position is, but if it has anything to do with ME riding YOU, then I'm ALL in!"

I continued "And, maybe we'll try a couple other positions next time. I have to do a little research first though. I didn't do any research on positions cause I thought that tonight I was just going to be faking sleep, and you were going to take advantage of your hot little Sis, poke your cock into me and pull it out.   I thought you'd be turned off by screwing your sister, so you'd just dip in and out, just to experience just what my pussy felt like. You don't need a lot of positions to get that done. I didn't expect you to LIKE fucking me so much. I'm happy you did though." 

I continued further "But, I'm so glad that we both went a lot further than you just dipping your cock into me.   It was such a hot, exciting experience!"

Peter nodded his head in agreement. "For me, too. I'm going to bed.   It's been a long day and will be a short night. Sleep tight.   Real sleep, not that fake stuff!"

"Yeah, I'm beat, too.   Who knew losing your virginity to your brother was SO exhausting!" I gushed with a big grin.