I often watched my brother. I knew it was wrong, but I could not help it. Why? Because I did not see him as my brother. He was a twenty year old freshman at the local college near our home. I saw him more as a fresh college guy waiting to score. We were close when we were growing up, but the older we got, we grew apart. I guess that is because I was his sister and he was my brother.
Bryce was not like any guy that I had dated. He was different. He was the athlete. The local jock. Standing at six foot two and a good one ninety, he was all muscle. Lean and trim, he gave off more testosterone than he realized. I was only eighteen and I never dated his type. I fell more for the brainy type. I guess that is why I am still a virgin. Bryce could have had any girl in the world. Hell, he could have a different girl every night if he wanted. But Bryce was not that way. He was picky. He was not a lady’s man. Never was. He was the guy that was like a brother to every girl he met. He was the guy that every girl wanted, but was told, “We can just be friends” by so many because they were afraid to get involved with him, even though they knew it would be good. Never understood those girls. They could have had a perfectly good guy. No, instead they went for the bad-ass type that knocked them around. Bryce may have treated the girls he knew that way, but he never treated me like that. I was his family, but we never acted like we were once we were older. I guess that is why Bryce always masturbated. I guess that is why I always felt my pussy also. Bryce was always told the same thing and could never really land a girl. I knew why. He did not want to just fuck some random girl, even though he could very well do so. He was in college now. I had seen how most of those girls looked at him when I followed him to college. They all looked at him with lust in their eyes. I knew that look. I was guilty of it myself because that is the way I actually looked at him. But I knew he noticed the girls at the college just as much as they noticed him. That is how I knew he masturbated. Bryce would come home, eat his supper with the family, and then he would shower and go to his room. I knew what he did in his room after his shower. I, on the other hand, the hand held shower unit was my favorite toy. One day, it got the best of me. I had to see him masturbate for myself. I wanted to see what he looked like. I wanted to see every muscle pop, every facial expression he had as he pleased himself. I wanted to see how it made him feel. So, while he was in the shower one day, I sneaked in his room, entered his closet and waited. I could see perfectly through the wooden slats on the closet door. His bed was right in line and was a perfect view. Finally, Bryce came in and shut the door then locked it. His hair was still wet and his body glistened. The naked top half of him anyway, as the towel was wrapped around his middle hiding what he had to offer. Every muscle he had bulged and his six pack was well proportioned. I watched him walk to his mirror and grab his deodorant and glide it under his arms. I felt a little guilty for spying on him, but yet, there was something deep inside me that said it was okay. Bryce stood in front of the mirror, inspecting himself. Then he lowered his arms and his hands came to the towel wrapped around his middle and in one swoop, he had it off and tossed it into the hamper in the corner. Now he was naked. But all I could see was his backside. It was a beautiful backside. His ass was perfectly round and all the muscles in his back and legs were perfect. Then he turned around. Suddenly, he was not a guy to me anymore. And certainly he was not my brother. My thoughts had made him a man. Bryce was absolutely beautiful. His nipples were perfectly round on firm pects. His stomach was a perfect flat six pack, and just below his navel, was a perfectly trimmed triangle of pubic hair. Not too long and not too short, the hair there was the perfect length, sort of how I kept my landing strip above my pussy, short and neatly trimmed. Just below his triangle of love, hung his manhood. It was beautiful. Bryce’s cock was a good seven inches and thick. His balls, huge and heavy, hung below the head of his cock. They were shaved smooth also. I just wanted to reach out and touch them. Play with them. Furthermore, I wanted to make him hard. Bryce moved to his bed and lied upon it. He was facing me, but did not know it. He lied there with his legs spread a little. I could see his cock and balls perfectly. Bryce put his head down on his pillow and put his arms and hands out to his side, but not close to him. He spread his arms out where his hands were at the edge of his bed. Suddenly, I could see his cock coming to life. I watched it swell as it engorged with blood. Slowly, the blood pumped to it, lifting it up from lying on his balls. I watched his cock lengthen as it hardened. Within fifteen seconds, Bryce’s cock was at full attention. It looked as if it doubled in size and it thickened even more. Seeing his cock point straight to the ceiling made my pussy get wet and my nipples stiffen. I stood there, hidden in the closet, and put my hand down my pants. I ran my finger through my landing strip to feel myself. It was only for a second. My finger found my sweet spot and immediately, my juice began to flow. My pussy was more than just wet now, it was drenched. Bryce brought his left hand to his hard cock and wrapped his fingers around the shaft. His hand was now full and I wished it was my hand that was wrapped around him. He began to stroke, slowly going up and down. I could see the ridges of his hard cock as he stroked. Bryce found a pace that he liked and continued stroking. I watched his body react to his stimulation. His muscles were bulging and his facial expressions were changing with his rhythm. As he stroked, I felt myself getting aroused even more. My nipples were so hard, they were rubbing on the fabric of my bra and my panties were now soaked. But I stood there, watching him. Bryce began to moan softly. I knew why. I saw his balls tighten and rise. The head of his cock was now a deep red. Bryce was now pumping himself at a slower pace. His cock was now harder than ever and I could tell that he was getting ready to explode. As I stood in his closet watching, Bryce arched his body, his head digging deeper into the pillow, his hand stroking even slower now until it stopped at the base of his shaft, and then a loud moan exited his mouth as he shot his hot cum on his chest. In spurts that subsided, his cum flew out of his hard cock and landed in sequence upon his body. The first volley, the strongest, landing between his pectorals, the next right below it, and so forth until the last one dribbled out of his cock and lingered on the head of it. In all, I counted eight total. I watched Bryce’s cock return to its normal state. Little by little, the blood drained from his cock and it fell limp. His balls also returned to their normal droopiness. As it was now in the normal state, Bryce flung his legs to the side of his bed. His chest and stomach glistened from his own stickiness. I looked at it lingering there on his hard body and I felt my aroused state begin to subside. I knew I was going to have to take a shower when I finally got out of his closet. I was clammy from desire and my panties were soaked from my own lust. I watched Bryce clean himself with the towel that had been wrapped around his middle. Then he got back in the bed and covered up. After about five minutes, he was out like a light. I knew I could sneak out. After leaving his closet and walking carefully to his door, I unlocked it, and exited, and headed straight for the shower. Taking my clothes off one by one until I stood in my pink panties, I looked in the mirror and saw the lust in my own eyes. Before I took my panties off, I looked down and saw the damp spot on them. Soaked all the way through to the outside, I laughed. I had done something naughty and loved it. Finally removing them, I let them fall to my feet, stepped out of them and into the hot shower. The water fell all over my body in a warm waterfall. I lathered up my loofa and then began drenching myself in suds. I didn’t wash much. Once I touched my pussy, my clit came to an attentive state and I couldn’t help but satisfy it. Obviously still aroused, after rubbing circles over it just four times, I came in a gush that poured out of me and the water of the shower took it down the drain. I buckled in the knees and kneeled to the shower floor to compose myself. I had never cum like that before. My climax always made me shudder and get really wet, but never did I gush. God it felt good. It felt great. Like nothing I had ever felt. My whole body was tingling. And all I thought of was my brother while I pressed my clit. Thinking of him made me cum like a river. I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted him to take my virginity. A week went by and I finally had the nerve to do what I knew I wanted to do. I waited for Bryce to come home and do his ritual. When he was in the shower, I snuck into his room and into his closet again. Naked. He had no idea what was in store. I wanted him to see me naked. I wanted him to make me feel like a woman. I wanted to make him feel like a man. Since I no longer saw him as my brother, I was not going to act like his sister. I was going to be the woman that he had never had. I was going to let him fuck me. I wanted him to make me cum and I wanted to make him cum. Bryce came in like he had done that last time a week ago. Bryce did the same thing over again. I waited until he was on his bed. As soon as Bryce lied on his bed, I opened the door of his closet. Bryce raised his head and looked at me. My naked body was all he was taking in. I watched his eyes travel from my head, to my breasts, my thin strip of hair that lead to my pussy, and down my legs. I saw his reaction. It took him less than five seconds to get hard. I felt my nipples get hard on my small breasts. I felt the moisture form in my place of sexual bliss. I swore that some of it dripped out of me. I walked over to his bed. As he lied there, I saw his cock throb with the beat of his heart. Bryce smiled as I got closer. As I stood beside his bed, I smiled at him. My nipples were now erect and poked out from my small mounds like erasers on a pencil. I could feel their sensitivity. Bryce leaned up and took me by the hand. I thought that he would stop me. I thought that he would see me as his sister. I was wrong. He pulled me down on his bed in a gentle way. He laid my head upon his pillow and began caressing my face with his fingertips. I was getting more and more aroused as he touched me. Bryce was still as hard as ever too and I could not wait for him to slip it inside me. It would be a new experience for me. He started to kiss me gently and I fell into his grip. I sighed heavily and waited for more. We never spoke words to each other. I felt his hand brush over my tiny mounds. I felt certain he had seen many girls with more up top than I had, but damn, his hand felt good upon them. Better than my own hands. And when he flicked my nipples, that feeling I never could give myself enveloped my body. I was being wrapped in desire I had never felt before. And I felt the moisture flow from inside my hot spot and coat the outside of my pussy lips. God I was so ready to feel him slide inside. Then his hand slid down my body and he found the landing strip on my mound and did not hesitate running a finger up and down over it. Suddenly, Bryce stuck a finger inside me. I bucked my body as he did. His finger felt so much better than mine did. I knew I gripped his finger with my inner muscle in a reaction that I could not help. I wanted him to feel on his finger how I would grip his hard cock. He removed his finger and started to move his body up in between my legs. My natural reaction took place. I spread my legs to accommodate his. His hands beside my body, pressing into his bed, I felt the head of his cock pierce my virgin lips. I made a quick shudder as he shoved it inside slowly. He stopped to let my body acclimate itself to his invasion. Then he moved slower inside. I was so wet, I knew I could have taken him in with ease, but he knew. He knew it was my first time. He was being gentle. Finally, I had him all the way inside my deflowered pinkness. I moaned from his member inside me. Then he began the movement that made the entire sensations blossom. I felt the ridges of his cock go in and out of me like nothing before. My hairbrush handle did not compare to his rigid organ. Nothing did. Not even the vibrator my best friend gave me that no one knew about. I was in heaven. My own heaven as I let my brother fuck me. Gentle and slow, Bryce pushed inside me and I gripped him with everything I had. My pussy wrapped around his cock in a body lock that would not let go until it was satisfied. Finally, we hit a rhythm that we both found arousing and with our bodies intertwined with each other, we let the moment of passion happen. I felt his cock get even harder inside me. I wondered if that was even possible, but did not care. I was finally getting what I wanted. I was fucking my brother. Suddenly, my body was reacting like it had never reacted before. My clit was pounding and I tensed up. Before I knew it, I was breathing heavier and then my body just let go. I felt the explosion go before I knew it. I had my first sexual orgasm. I heard Bryce say, “Oh God.” I knew why he said that. I had flooded his cock. I did not have to look to know. He had pulled out and was shaking. I knew I had to say something. I looked at him and said, “Bryce, it’s alright. Believe me, it’s alright. You made me do it.” Bryce looked at me and smiled. His body quit shaking. He was still hard and I begged him to put it back inside me. I wanted to feel him inside again. He complied, and his cock slid inside me with ease. I looked at him this time and said, “It’s my turn to make you now.” Bryce hit the same rhythm we had been going. I moaned more now that I was more sensitive. But I gripped him like I had been doing. Then, Bryce began to slow his pace. I could feel his cock begin to throb even more. I knew he was going to want to pull out. I felt him begin to remove himself from me. I stopped him and said, “No, inside. I want to feel you cum inside me. I want to know what it feels like. Don’t worry.” Bryce pushed back inside me and with that one shove, I felt his spasm hit and then I felt the warm flow of his hot cum coat my inner pinkness. I counted the spurts just like I counted his spurts when I watched him masturbate. There was more this time. Just three more for a total of eleven. I was sure he was more aroused inside me than with his hand wrapped around his cock. I lied there and let Bryce feel the last spasm exit his hardness. His facial expression looked as if he was in pain, but I knew that he was enjoying the feeling. I felt my vaginal muscle wrap around his cock, milking out the last drop. My body had felt like it had never felt before. All tingling and exotic, I could not help but lie still. I felt fulfilled. I felt Bryce stay inside my more than wet pussy until his cock subsided. As he removed himself from me, my pussy contracted and I had never before felt the feeling in it that it had now. For the first time, I knew what it felt like to have a normal orgasm and not one that I brought on myself. Also, I now knew what it felt like to have a guy cum inside. The hotness of Bryce’s orgasm flowing inside me made my inner walls melt. It was more than I had ever imagined. What’s more, my own brother gave me my first sexual experience. It was definitely brotherly love.
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