My Brother's Best Friend

"Thanks, Anna.  Where's CJ?"  He asked me as he slid his shoes off and threw his jacket into the hall closet.  He and my brother had been best friends for years, and he knew the drill around here pretty well-shoes off at the front door, jacket in closet, etc.  Adam and CJ had known each other since the third grade, so naturally, the whole family has became pretty close friends with Adam and his family.  He was like a second older brother to me, and I knew he felt the same way towards me.  However, in the last few months, I had noticed that he had begun to check me out.  He was discreet about it, because CJ would kill him if he ever did anything with me, but I could still tell he thought I was hot.  

"He's in the basement," I told him.  He smiled at me and I turned around to go back upstairs.  I caught him staring at my butt, although I didn't say anything. 

At 16 years old, I was 5'7", about 130 pounds, I had long dark brown hair that got blonder in the summer time, deep brown eyes, and perky 34 C breasts.  I had really only grown into my body about a year ago-puberty for me started a bit late, I guess.  As a kid, I was always short and a little bit chubby.  When I was 15, though, I had a huge growth spurt and my body evened out-and my breasts grew in.  I played JV tennis and basketball, so I had a pretty toned body.  I had lately been getting lots of stares from boys, including Adam.

I walked to my room and sat on my bed, thinking.  I liked it when guys checked me out-it made me feel good about myself.  I especially liked it when Adam checked me out because if my "second brother" thought I was hot, then I really must be.  Adam was pretty good looking too.  He and my brother played varsity soccer together all four years of high school-they had just finished their last season of their senior year.  So Adam was definitely in shape.  He also did cross country, and I often saw him run by our house in the summers with his shirt off.  He had a nice 6 pack, on the verge of an eight pack.  Adam was 6'2" and I knew he lifted weights because he was buff.  But not in a giant body-builder way, more like a slim buff.  And like me, he had brown hair that was shaggy and reached just to his eyes.  He also had dark green eyes, and I was a sucker for green eyes.

I had never really thought of Adam in a sexual way until I noticed him starting to check me out.  Up until then, he had been just like another brother to me.  He was always at our house.  

He ate dinner with us every friday and saturday nights, and he slept over all the time during the summer.  He was practically family, and my mom always mixed him and CJ up, calling each one the other one's name.

Anyways, I was thinking about Adam and sitting on my bed.  I was starting to get a little wet.  I was a virgin, but I masturbated pretty regularly.  Deciding I would masturbate, I locked my door, stripped down, and walked back over to my bed.  I grabbed my firm pillow and wadded it into a ball.  I lay down on top of it so it was between my legs and started to hump it.  I went faster and faster and harder and harder until I climaxed and felt myself cum on my pillow.  Over the years, I had found this method much more effective then fingering myself.  It was much more pleasurable in my opinion.

I decided I would take a shower since I was a little sweaty and smelly, so I grabbed my towel from the bathroom and locked the door.  I turned the shower on and stepped in.  Ten minutes later, I felt refreshed, but still a little horny.  I got out of the shower anyways, and wrapped my towel around myself.  It was one of those towels we had had since I was five, so it had shrunk about ten times.  It just barely covered my breasts and my butt.  

I held the towel in place with my arm-I was too lazy to tie the towel into a knot since my room was just down the hall.  I stepped out of the bathroom, a cloud of steam billowing out behind me into the cool hallway.  I walked right into Adam!  I put my arms out to steady myself against him, and my towel fell off. (I guess I should have tied the knot instead of just holding it in place!)  He instantly had a hard-on, and a big bulge appeared in his jeans.  I blushed and we both bent down quickly to grab the towel that had fallen.  His hand grazed my freshly-shaven leg, and I got chills instantly.  

"Anna...I'm, uh, sorry.  I, uh, didn't mean to bump, uh, into you," Adam said as I grabbed my towel and we both stood back up.  He cleared his throat again and was very obviously blushing.  His head was bent down, and he looked sort of ashamed.

"Oh, it's, uh, ok Adam.  I should have walked out a little slower," I responded, not meeting his gaze.  By this time, my pussy was wet again and I wanted him to touch me again-I wanted him to give me chills again.  

He chuckled nervously and tried to think of something to say.  "I was, uh, just getting something for CJ from his room," he finally said, motioning to CJ's room behind us.  I nodded, and I could feel my juices starting to run down my legs.  The smell had reached my nose already, and I knew Adam would be able to smell them soon, too.  I was right.  About twenty seconds later, he turned his head back towards me and smiled, sniffing the air.  Adam moved half a step closer to me, which was close enough for me to feel his breath on my face.

My voice was shaky when I next said, "Here, Adam, come to my room.  I want to show you something."  He grinned and followed me down the hall.

Adam had been in my room before-he and CJ come in here all the time actually and hang out with me.  But this time was different.  When I reached the middle of my room, I dropped my towel down to the floor.  Adam quickly stripped out of his clothes, exposing his toned body, and his rock-hard-nine-inch cock.  Even for a virgin, I knew that was pretty big.  He took a step towards me, and he pushed me back onto my bed.  He pressed his mouth against mine, then slowly slid his tongue into my mouth.  We french kissed for a few minutes, his throbbing cock pressed against my thigh.  

He pulled away and got down to the foot of my bed.  He trailed soft kisses up my legs and inner thighs.  He danced around my clit, making me moan, and then finally began to eat me out.  He flicked his tongue against my clit, then darted it in and out of my vagina.  I began to writhe on my bed and was close to cumming, but he stopped suddenly before I could.  He grinned at me as I moaned, bucking my hips against the air.  

"Adam," I moaned.  "Fuck me please!" I whispered.  He chuckled and kissed me again, letting me taste my own juices.  As we made out some more, he stuck a finger inside me.  He worked it around a little, then slid in a second finger.  After a minute or so, Adam stuck a third finger inside me.  I gasped slightly-as I said I was a virgin and I had never tried anything more than one finger inside myself.

"I'm sorry Anna. I'm just trying to get you used to it.  I don't want to hurt you," Adam whispered in my ear.  I nodded as I got used to the feeling of his three fingers inside me, and then I started to enjoy it.  

But before I could enjoy it too much, he pulled his fingers back out and let me lick them.  I sucked his fingers eagerly, and he chuckled again.  

"Please Adam! Stop teasing me!" I moaned.  He grinned and kissed me again, then placed the head of his cock inside me.  He was on top of me, and as he slowly entered me, trying to make it as painless ass possible, I grabbed around his back.  He pushed in a little farther, and he "popped my cherry" as the old saying goes.  I gasped loudly and a few tears trickled out of the corner of my eyes.  

"I'm sorry, Anna.  Just hold on one moment and then it will feel great," he whispered, kissing my cheek and catching my tears.  My pussy was flexed around his thick cock, and as I began to relax, it started to feel good.

"Ok, I'm ready now," I whispered back.  He smiled at me and pulled his dick out a little, then pushed it back in. I giggled a little.  He did it again, this time with a bit more force, and I moaned.  He pulled out more and more each time, and thrust it back in harder and harder each time.  Pretty soon, his balls were slapping against my thighs, and I was thrusting my hips up to meet his forceful thrusts.  We had a nice rhythm going.  It felt incredible.  I moaned and groaned underneath him, and when I was about to cum and orgasm, he pulled out.  My face fell and he once again chuckled.

"Be patient, Anna," he whispered.  I smiled at him and he kissed me again lightly. "Sit on top of me and ride me, ok honey?"  

"Ok," I responded with a nod.  I crawled out from under him.  He lay back on his back and I sat on top of him.  I slowly slid his dick into me.  I started to bounce on him, slowly grinding at first so his dick would rub against my g-spot.  It was incredible.  I started to bounce faster and faster, and soon I was riding him, back and forth, up and down.  He was making all sorts of grunts and moans, as was I.  As I rode him, he squeezed my nipples between his fingers, massaging my breasts.  As we both got ready to cum, we heard someone come up the stairs.

"Adam? What's taking so long?" I heard my brother ask as he pushed my door open.  His jaw dropped, and then he smiled.