The water was icy against my toes as I swung my feet back and forth. I sat on the edge of the wooden dock, my arms stretched back, letting my body absorb the sunlight. Sounds of the waves crashing against the dock and birds chirping relaxed my muscles. I wore a white, with blue striped bikini, along with shorts. I looked out to the horizon, nothing but trees, a blue sky and a couple of clouds beyond the lake. I breathed in and out deeply, smelling the water with every breath.

“Hey you!” a strong and attractive voice shouted to me.

I jumped in surprise for a moment, and immediately glanced in the direction of the voice. My brother had just set foot on the dock when I noticed him. He wore nothing but a black swimsuit with a gray flower along the side. His smooth skin shone against the water.

He smiled at me, “Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all!” I smiled back.

He sat down next to me, placing his feet in the water with me. His gleaming bronze hair shone like the sun. He looked up at me and smiled, just staring at me.

“What?” I asked innocently.

He didn’t say anything, for a moment I thought he was frozen solid, but he slowly leaned forward and fell into the lake. The water came back up and splashed me as he disappeared into the dark water. I sat up, and looked for him. A moment later, he popped his head back up in my direction. He was about a meter away, smiling as water rushed down his face.

“Want to swim?” he said.

I complained, “It’s cold…”

He smiled, “I’ll keep you warm.”

I was already warm after those words. I got up and stood there on the dock. Our eyes were locked as I ran my hand down my tummy and to my shorts. I unbuttoned them and my shorts dropped to my ankles. I stepped out of them, and to the edge of the dock. I took a deep breath, and jumped in. Immediately I was drenched in ice cold water. I floated back to the surface, and poked my head above the surface. I shivered as I wiped the hair and water from my eyes. I looked in all directions for my brother, but he was gone. Suddenly, I felt something grab my foot, and then my leg. My heart jumped as I was forcefully pulled underneath the water. I threw my head up and gasped a small amount of air before being completely submerged. I felt hands climb up my body, underneath the water, pulling me down. They went from my shin, to the back of my knee, to one of my thighs between my legs close to my vagina. Then I felt two strong arms reach around my tummy to my back, gripping me tight. I felt a warm body slam against my own, as we floated to the surface. When I reached the surface, I could feel warm hands pushing the hair away from my eyes. I opened them, and saw my brother's smile shining like the sun’s reflection on the lake. I didn’t shiver, I was warm. His arms were like a blanket around me.

 I ran my fingers down his chest into the water above my breasts. I had a sudden urge to kiss him, but fear overtook me. I placed my forehead against his, our noses touching. That’s when I realized, my legs were wrapped around his waist. I could feel the tip of his penis touching my vagina. The thought of just a couple thin layers of clothing keeping us apart filled me with excitement. But also, fear. I wondered if he could feel it? Did he like it? Was he getting exited? Was he uncomfortable? I tried to forget about it and wrapped my arms around him, placing my hands on his steel-hard back. I could feel his muscles work as his legs kicked the water to keep us afloat. I rested my head under his neck, my chin being dipped into the water as the waves passed by. I just wanted to be there for hours, his warmth, his strength, his passion. All of me burned for him, deep in my core.

“Come on, baby girl, let’s go back inside.” he whispered.

I didn’t want to let go, but I knew I had to. I released him from the grip of my legs and we raced to shore.

I grabbed our towels from the dock and we dried ourselves off.

“So, do you want to shower first?” I asked, drying off my hair.

He smiled, wiping the water from his chest, “You can go first.”

It had been a couple of hours since Zach and I swam in the lake. I still felt tingly inside, wanting to experience it again. But more of me wanted to know what went through his mind when his penis was touching my vagina.

I sat on our light brown couch watching TV from our 47” flat screen in the family room. My brother’s room was just on the other side of the wall in front of me, and his bathroom door was in view of the couch where I was sitting. He was in the bathroom, just finishing up his shower. I watched more of the door than I did the TV, I wanted to see him in the nude. Suddenly the golden bathroom doorknob began to twist, and it opened. I looked away, and looked back at the TV.

“Anything good on?” he asked, walking toward me.

I looked over at him, and was speechless. He was in nothing but his black boxers. The burning sensation overtook me again.

“No…nothing good…” I said softly. He was standing in the middle of the room. I couldn’t help but stare at the bump of his penis form in his boxers.

“Well, it is Sunday…” he said, as he lifted his arms into the air stretching. His chest muscles flexed. I no longer could control myself. I ached to taste his body. I got up from the couch, saying nothing. I walked close to him and pushed him against a wall. The burning sensation I felt was now an inferno that melted all my reasoning.

“What are you doing?” he asked sternly, but never resisted me.

I couldn’t respond, not like this. I hated what I was doing, but I wasn’t myself. I was this entirely different person who had just been unleashed.

I kissed his chest, sometimes biting his skin. I slowly got onto my knees, kissing his abs as I was now in front of his cock. It was already hard, and waiting for me. I ran my fingers through his waistline, and slowly pulled down his boxers to his ankles. His cock had to be between 8 and 9 inches. A perfect size for me. My fingers glided onto it and I began to stroke his monster of a cock. I closed my eyes and I slowly licked his tip. He slowly let out moans that made me want to take him in my mouth. I pushed his cock up against his body and licked it from the bottom to the tip. He let out a bigger moan and I lost it. I took his cock into my mouth, sliding my mouth back and forth. He moaned loudly and grabbed the back of my head. At moments, I tried taking all of him in, but I wasn’t able too. I would give off slight gags that made me feel uncomfortable. I gripped his cock with one of my hands, and moved it to the rhythm of my head and neck. He moaned with such pleasure, I couldn’t help but get wet. A part of me wanted him to take my virginity, but I knew I wasn’t ready for that. I felt his cock give off long and hard throbs and before I knew it, my mouth and throat was being filled with his hot cum. I heard him give off shouts and moans of pleasure, as he screamed my name over and over again. I coughed and choked as his cum slowly went down my throat, but most of it was filling up my mouth on my tongue. When his cock ceased to throb, I slowly removed my mouth from him. I swallowed the mouth-full of hot cum, and coughed a bit. The taste wasn’t what I had expected; it was a bit saltier than I had anticipated. I looked up at him. His mouth was open, taking in the deepest breaths I had ever seen. Then, logic hit me. Did I really just do that to my own brother? How could I have let myself do this? Hatred and anger began to flow through me, along with disgrace and shame. In a couple of moments, he got down on his knees with me.

“Lydia…” he said.

“Yeah…” I said, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

He kissed me, directly on the lips.

“That was the best I’ve ever had.” he whispered.