My first story ended with my brother entering my room. My name is Stacy and this is my second story.
I slept for around an hour after my climaxes that night. Until my brother woke me by gently tapping on the door and asking if I was awake.
“I’m awake” I said with a smile, hidden in the darkness of my room. He came in, closing the door behind him, the only illumination coming from the stars and moon outside my open window.
My legs were under the covers, I was a little cold from the breeze coming through the window but if I had closed it I would become uncomfortably hot immediately. I sat up as he came towards me. He sat on the edge of my bed next to me.
“Stacy I…” his voice trailed off for a moment, he bowed his head as if he was ashamed. He raised his head slowly, to look me in the eye.
“Earlier…what I said about you, when I said if you were anyone but my sister I’d…’go’ with you”
“Yea, I remember” I said
“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I was thinking about it earlier and realised I might have upset you, you were already upset about stuff and I just wanted you to realise how special you are.”
“I know what you meant” I said “it’s ok, and for what it’s worth, I would ‘go’ with you too” I giggled as if to make light of our conversation. He smiled looking genuinely relieved and began to rise, ready to leave the room.
“I just wanted to clear things up that’s all” he took a step back from me, but he didn’t turn away.
There and then I saw it in his eyes, through the starlight I saw that my brother, my younger brother, had lust in his eyes, not just lust, there was a yearning a craving in his expression. He looked at me like someone on a diet may look at a huge feast and in that fraction of time my course of action, in the darkness of night, was clear as day. I succumbed to my, to our desire and acted.
My pyjamas consisted of a button down shirt with hearts on it and a pair of matching shorts that came to mid thigh on me. I swung my legs out from under the covers and stood in front of my brother, I briefly looked into his eyes, before planting my lips on his mouth, my arms wrapped around his back as I pressed into his body. He jerked back, breaking the kiss but my arms held him tight. He opened his mouth to speak, maybe to protest, but nothing was stopping me now, I knew his lust was there, I had seen it in his eyes, I had felt it in his jeans earlier that night and in the brief moment when his lips parted to speak I brought my mouth to his and slid my tongue in the open gap. Tasting my brother, his head had tried to move back but then, as if accepting this was going to happen, he put his arms around me and started his own exploration of my, of his sister’s mouth.
Our tongues entwined, I felt his shoulders relax as if a great deal of tension had been released from him. I wondered how long he had thought of me in this way; before this night had he fantasized about me? The times when he saw me in just my panties, had he been turned on? My mind raced as it had done earlier tonight. But then, a calm washed over me, I stopped thinking about those things and returned to the moment. My hands trailed up and down his back, up to his neck and back down to the top of his jeans. His hands were also exploring, his hands moved up to my hair and he began to run his fingers through it. The feeling of being touched as a woman was good enough, but knowing that the hands caressing me, the hands bringing me this electrifying feeling belonged to my own sibling, my own flesh and blood, the feeling was beyond words, it was ecstasy.
We broke off the kiss and stood back; my hands travelled down his arms and held his.
“Stacy I…are you sure?” he said while looking into my eyes. (I wondered if I should ask him the same, but didn’t, in case I didn’t like the answer)
“I think so, I never realised, I never dreamed of this. I love you” my voice began to tremble. “I love you, but there’s something else. I feel like I…..” I was getting frustrated with myself; I knew what I wanted to say but I was afraid to, but then he said them for me.
“I need you” he said, “Stacy I…I want you” and that was it, the confirmation, the last barrier.
He brought his right hand to my face and cupped my cheek. Earlier this night he had wrapped this hand around his cock, he had drooled on this hand and slid it up and down his shaft until he could stand it no more. I wondered if he had washed it since, it was turning me on more and more. He brought his face to mine and we shared a soft kiss, much more controlled than last time. His taste was so familiar, it felt strange, like kissing myself. It was slightly different to mine but similar enough to feel…to feel right. Like this meant we were compatible, as if all siblings should make love to each other.
My heart started beating faster as his kiss stopped, his head lowered and I felt his lips kiss me down my jaw, my chin, then down my neck. His hand lowered from my hair and went down my back like before, but this time it dipped under my pyjama top and ran up my bare back. My top had five buttons of which only one was fastened because of the heat in the room that night (or maybe the heat was mine). It was the one near the top directly over my breasts so as his hand lifted the back of my top up, the front of it opened up showing my midriff right from the top of my shorts to just below my breasts. As my top moved with the motion of his hand the soft fabric was pulled across my nipples which were now standing to attention.
I leant my head back and closed my eyes when he started licking as well as kissing down my neck. His hot tongue ran down over my throat right to the cleft between my small breasts. I had to catch my breath with every movement he made, the pleasure was boundless and for the second time this night my virgin pussy became slick beneath my shorts.
He stood up again and looked at me and said
“Stacy I’ve wanted this for so long, I’ve dreamt about this so many nights”
The feeling of being wanted, of being craved washed over me. I felt so sexy! It was an amazing feeling and I didn’t care that it was my brother. I simply smiled at him. No words were needed anymore. I sat down on my bed then swung my legs up so I was lying on my back. My pyjama top was almost wide open, I had lain with the shirt stretched behind me so now the button was straining, trying to hold the fabric over my soft, and previously unseen by any lover, breasts. I looked up at him and he smiled at me. What he did next took my breath away.
He took hold of the hem of his T-Shirt and lifted it up over his head and dropped it to the floor, then unbuttoned his jeans. I held my breath as I watched my little 23 year old brother pull down his jeans and shorts down, leaving him standing there totally naked in front of me. He was going to get on the bed but I held up my hand to stop him.
“Turn the light on” I said breathlessly “I want to see you.” Obeying me immediately, as if I was in authority, or maybe because his big sister had asked him to do something, the light flicked on. My vision was blurred and as it slowly cleared my brother’s figure came into focus, this was the first time anyone other than myself had been naked in my bedroom. When my vision did clear the person I was looking at was more than a man, more than a brother. The love I felt was so strong, even overwhelming.
He was smiling at me, most likely because I was staring at him. His erect penis stood out in front of him, the end was glistening with pre-cum. My mouth was dry and I was shaking and I knew why. It was going to happen, no doubt but a wave of doubts came over me, not about the ‘rightness’ of this act, we were way beyond that, but doubts of whether I could satisfy a man. After all this was the first time I had been even this far. I had masturbated and watched porn on the internet of course, I had used a 4 inch dildo once (I regretted it when the dildo broke through my hymen, I thought that the fleshy barrier was further up than that, and was a hell of a lot more painful than I was led to believe!) At least I didn’t have to worry about that, and looking at my brother’s erection even if I hadn’t torn through it that night it would definitely have not survived tonight’s encounter. Still the feelings of inadequacy persisted, I mean what does the woman actually do? I know what the man does thanks to the internet but would he expect me to do stuff like suck his dick and let him cum on my face? I didn’t like the idea of that and what if…
“Are you alright?” My brother’s voice brought me out of the trance and again I focused on his body, his chest was pretty broad, there was no hair on it save for a few wisps around his nipples, certainly wasn’t built like a bodybuilder but he was skinny either. His legs were pretty hairy below his knees, though he didn’t have much pubic hair, I wondered if he cut it like I do. Of course what grabbed my attention most was the proud erection. It wasn’t overly long but it was quite thick and I hoped it wouldn’t hurt too bad, even if it did I wouldn’t care; I’d take it for the love of my brother. (Never thought I’d think that)
“I’m ok” I lied “I’m just a bit worried,” he smiled at me and said
“It’s ok, no need to worry, I’ll take care of you” the feeling of love resurfaced in me again, filling me with emotion, also filling me with lust as my nipples strained against the fabric of my top. He sat beside me like he had done earlier, except this time his erection was in the open and standing to attention. He let his hand trail down the side of my face, past my throat, finally settling over my chest, he gently unbuttoned my top and I, (and probably he) inwardly gasped as the top sprang open and suddenly my bare breast were on display, he smiled again and stroked my boobs one at a time, fondling the base then gently squeezing them, his fingers teased around the pink part of my nipple until finally playing with the hard nubs. I was unbelievably aroused, more than I had ever been by myself. My eyes kept closing but I forced them to stay open because I needed to see, I needed to watch him, just to see him, as if closing my eyes would make him vanish and wake me from a dream.
I was certain he could feel my heart beating, maybe even hear it, I could barely hear anything else.