Contents

1. The older brother

2. Teasing (early hours of saturday morning)

3. The opportunity (wednesday evening)

4. A little background

5. Slurpie! (early hours of saturday morning)

6. The plan execution (thursday evening)

7. The middle brother

8. Fuckyeah! (early hours of saturday morning)

9. The party (friday night)

10. Busted (saturday morning)

11. Goodbye

12. The discussion (friday afternoon)

13. Hell no! (saturday afternoon)

14. Going deeper (saturday afternoon)

15. So the story goes (saturday afternoon)

1. The older brother

Garrett is four years older than me and is the is the first-born in the family. He resembles my Dad in some ways: he's responsible, organized, protective and earned a good living working as a programmer. But it was in moments of relaxation that his personality revealed itself. He was funny, spontaneous and made everyone feel at ease around him.

He had a well-groomed brown beard, undercut hair, and always smelled nice. He was 6'1" tall and maintained a muscular body with a gym, diet, and regular sleep. He was discreet, but I'm sure a generous portion of his cardio was spent fucking the girls in town.

I loved being seen with him when he took me out. I noticed how he attracted the attention of girls, but he ignored them in my presence, giving me his undivided attention. Being with him was like being with a celebrity; he knew everyone in town. I benefited from his social status and was respected for it.

He had a hard time convincing our Dad to go out with me. It was always a tough negotiation because our Dad seemed to compete with him for my attention and forbade me just to exercise his parental power. I had much more than a deep admiration for his imposing presence, integrity and grace. He played on my fantasies and made me wet.

2. The teasing (early hours of saturday morning)

My brother's words of encouragement showed how much he wanted me to live my life, have my own experiences, and learn from my own mistakes. As I took a shower, I thought about extending the night a little longer. I was exhausted but not defeated. At 16, I had plenty of energy.

I loved the effect of the drink and the responsible way he managed it so I wouldn't overdo it. His company was so pleasant that I thought about staying in the room with him a little longer. I put on a nightgown with a wide collar that went past my shoulder, no bra and comfortable panties. When I got to the living room he had already turned off the music and put everything back in place.

“Do you wanna watch a movie?” I invited.

“Sure, we can do that.” he said as he dried a glass.

“I wanna bring a mattress so we can be more comfortable.” I said, then I went further, “Shall we take our parents' mattress?”

“That’s crazy.” he said thoughtfully, “But yeah, I think it's gonna be easier this way.”

In the living room, I made some space, moved the coffee table so that the mattress was right in front of the TV and we could lean our pillows against the sofa. As if we were children, we took the huge mattress from our parents' bed into the living room. My brother went to take his well-deserved shower while I looked for a movie in the catalog.

I went to the fridge to see if there was any of the drink he had made. There was half a glass left. He came back dressed only in the cotton shorts he wore to bed. I couldn't help but notice the bulge between his legs. He lay down and we made ourselves comfortable, arranging the pillows and covering ourselves with a sheet.

“Have you already gotten your drink, you naughty girl?”

“Just what's left.” I defended myself.

“Okay then… But this is the last one, and drink lots of water afterwards.”

He asked curiously what we were going to watch. Although I had looked through the catalog, I wasn't there about a movie. So I announced that I just wanted to talk to him a little more. He asked what I wanted to talk about. Hesitantly, I took a sip of my drink to introduce the subject I needed to get off my chest:

“Well… You know I'm still a virgin, right?” I said, handing the glass back to him.

“No, I wouldn't know…” he said, and left it on a small table next to the sofa.

“As you said earlier, I'm a woman now and I had enough of Dad locking me up, so I'm just curious… Is it as good as they say it is?” I asked, leaning my head and my hand on his chest.

“Well… I can't say from a woman's point of view…” he answered, wrapping his arm around me and stroking my back.

“And from your point of view?” I asked this time looking into his eyes.

“I'd say it's one of the things worth living for.”

I could smell the natural scent of his skin and the perfume from his bath. With all the restrictions my Dad imposed, that was the first time I had been in bed with a man older than me. And at that moment I realized that the only thing that would stop me from discovering one of the things worth living for was because I was lying with my brother.

I thought about the possibility of this detail, if this small detail could be sublimated. After everything we'd been through, I was very comfortable with him. Would we be able to have sex as if we were complete strangers even though we have known each other all our lives? Or as a couple in love? But what if, like our Dad, he also saw me as a girl?

I didn't have any lingerie and my insecurity kicked in. If I acted rationally, I could lose that moment forever. And if I let my lust take over my body, I'd still be left with the doubt of whether I would get what I wanted or carry an unbearable shame for the rest of my life. Of course I would blame the drink.

“Do you really think I'm a beautiful woman?” I asked, unable to meet his eyes.

“Yes, of course. You are.” he replied.

“You're not just saying that because I'm your sister and you don't wanna hurt my feelings, are you?” I insisted without hiding my insecurity.

“No, of course not, Lori. You're beautiful! Has no one ever told you that?” he said, touching my chin so he could look into my eyes.

He stroked my hair and with his words I felt safe again. But I wanted more than that. I wanted to feel desired and I wasn't doing anything to get away from that same tenderness I knew from my friends. But he was my brother and I wasn't sure what was going on in his head. Overcoming that barrier would depend on me alone.

The glass of drink was on the small table next to the sofa, far from me but next to him. If I asked my brother to get it, he would easily reach it. So I dared to go ahead and tease him. I stood up from the mattress, letting the cloth of my nightgown hang down so that he could see my breasts through the wide opening in the collar. I moved slowly to see what his reaction would be.

His expression changed and he seemed to sober up and go into a trance as he observed my free breasts. And that filled me with joy and arousal. He certainly didn't seem to be seeing the girl he had grown up with. He looked at me like a woman, lusting after my body. His gaze made me wet and my heart beat faster.

He didn't seem to understand what was going on and his mental breakdown made me feel like the master of the situation. I took a step around his body and spread my legs over his head on the pillow. He could see me above him, under the nightgown in just my underwear. With my feet planted on the mattress, my breasts swayed freely as I leaned over to reach the drink.

Without rushing, I took a sip in the position I was in so that he could record that moment in his memory. I slowly returned, but instead of lying down next to him, I sat on his hip. And I felt his cock hardening under my pussy. The pretext of getting the drink guaranteed the confirmation I needed at that moment.

“Do you want a sip?” I asked in a sly voice.

“Yeah, sure!” he said getting into the mood.

“Okay then… But this is the last one, and drink lots of water afterwards.”

3. The opportunity (wednesday evening)

I had already resigned myself to a monastic life while I had to share the same roof as my Dad. But that night he announced that he was going on a company trip, along with my Mom, who was taking a few days off to accompany him.

They were leaving on a Friday and wouldn't be back until next Wednesday. So he set rules for us to follow while they were away, mainly not to throw any parties. He reinforced this by saying that if we did anything off-script, he would know.

I went to my brother to discuss how we could get around the terms imposed by our Dad. I suggested that we could invite a friend over for a more discreet get-together. He gave a little smile at the corner of his mouth.

“You heard the old man, if we do anything he'll know.”

“How could he know?” I asked, throwing my arms wide open in indignation, “Don't you think that's strange?”

“I do, but someone must be covering for him.”

I thought it unlikely, but not impossible. With one hand on my waist and the other on my chin, I thought for a moment.

“We have to go through his cell phone…”

“It's quite difficult.” he said frowning “He won't let go of his cell phone.”

“I could ask him to answer a math question for me tomorrow. And you could take the opportunity to look around.” I proposed.

“You guys haven't been talkin' much. And you're good at math...” he replied, remaining suspicious.

“Tomorrow night I'll text you to come to the living room. If he puts down his cell phone, you take advantage; if not, we tried.”

4. A little background

My Dad is an IT manager. He has taken care of everything so that my two older brothers and I have a good life. He is tall and has a good build. My Mom is a property manager and, despite her busy schedule, she has closely followed our upbringing. She is slim and has large-sized breasts.

My name is Lori, I'm 16 and the youngest daughter in a middle-class family. I have long, straight dark brown hair and blue eyes. I'm 5'7" tall, also slim and have large-sized breasts. I study a little every day so that I can get good grades and have more free time. We lived in a large, comfortable and safe house with a pleasant neighborhood.

5. Slurpie! (early hours of saturday morning)

While he was drinking, I dared to run my hand over his chest, caressing it with a strength that in no way resembled our moment of tenderness a few seconds ago. As he took a sip of the drink, he rested his hand on my thigh, smoothed it, and when he slid it to the side, he served himself, squeezing my muscles in an exploratory and lascivious grip.

His response made me slowly grind, putting pressure on his cock, which seemed to be completely hard. He handed me back the glass, with a fixed but cautious expression, as if he was trying to read my thoughts about what was happening at that moment. I drank what was left of the drink as if it were my last dose of courage.

Staring into his eyes, I wanted to make it clear in thought transmission that nothing could be more real than that. I got rid of the empty glass while I grinded with more intensity and groped his body as if it were made of clay. He rested his hands on my thighs and felt them eagerly.

To make sure there was no doubt that this wasn't just a joke, I slowly lifted my nightgown and removed it completely. He reached for my breasts and moaned loudly as he touched them. I groaned in relief at his genuine reaction. From that moment on, there would be no turning back. We just didn't know how far we would go.

I leaned over him and it was at that moment that, after we had already touched our bodies, a sensation took over my arousal. I wanted to kiss him on the mouth, but I couldn't. He didn't force it either. But moaning with our faces less than a finger's distance apart, curiosity was greater than moral imposition.

We touched our lips timidly while our bodies rubbed vigorously. And with our eyes closed, we couldn't see that we were brother and sister. And since he reciprocated by sticking his tongue in my mouth before me, I not only accepted it, because I had provoked the situation, but I also became more excited.

He moved his hand down to my ass and gave it a good squeeze. In an agile and practical movement, apparently experienced, he rolled with me and we reversed positions. He quickly took off his underwear and for the first time in my life I saw a man with a full erection. His cock was big for me, about 8 inches.