“...Sultans of Swing by Dire Straits...”
“Right!” I replied, grinning at Jake’s self satisfied expression.”Let’s see how good you are with this...”
It was a perfect Saturday morning and we were playing ‘Name that Tune’ as my brother Jake drove the two of us northwards through the Yorkshire countryside in our mother’s car on our way to the seaside cottage Mum and Dad had rented for a week’s break.
Dad had a late business commitment so he and Mum were going to join us a day later on the Sunday but with my A level exams over and my brother home from university, Jake and I saw no reason why we should miss out on a day’s holiday which had already been paid for.
Now eighteen, I had just left school,would be going to University in the autumn and was a very excited girl. I had just passed my driving test too, but to be honest had found the long trip north a bit daunting so was content to let my brother drive; after all, he was eighteen months older than me and had that much more experience. Of course, I made a big deal about wanting to drive and took my time giving in and letting him do it instead, but it always paid to have him think he ‘owed me one’.
And we had made the right decision! It was a perfect day; a bright yellow sun sat in a clear blue sky and green fields flashed past the windows as we sped through the lush Yorkshire countryside.
“…Heartbreak Hotel, Elvis Presley…”
“Right again, Clever Dick!” I conceded, pulling a face and sticking my tongue out.
“Cheeky…” He grunted and made a grab for my right thigh, hoping to squeeze it painfully as he had done for many years when we had been play-fighting. I was expecting this and moved my bare knees across to the passenger door, making him miss.
“Keep your eyes on the road, Durrbrain!” I chided and laughed out loud when he scowled at me.
We had been looking forward to this break for a long time. Jake had just finished his second year at University and was about to enter the high-pressure final year having just scraped through his exams. I had accused him of having wasted his time on ‘too much rugby, too much beer and too many girls’.
While the first two accusations might have been justified, they hadn’t done him any damage if his physique was anything to go by. Tall, slim and athletic, he had clearly spent at least as much time in the gym as he had in the pub, resulting in strong, muscular arms and shoulders. He was only a few cans short of a six-pack too; a fact I couldn’t help notice because he habitually walked around the house bare-chested.
I had accused him of being a rampant show-off but was secretly proud of my gorgeous brother. Many of my friends had admired him for years and several had made strenuous efforts to win his intimate affections – without success according to Jake but I wasn’t quite sure I believed him given the dreamy expressions I had seen on one or two of their faces.
The third accusation was definitely not true but to be honest, after growing up so close, I instinctively felt that any girlfriend was an unwelcome intrusion into our family and therefore ‘one too many’. When I was younger I’m ashamed to say I had gone to some lengths to make his girlfriends feel very uncomfortable in our house. I’m not proud of this and had reformed in recent years but was still very possessive of my gorgeous brother.
No, Jake was not a womaniser. He had gone to Uni a single man and since then had only had two real girlfriends, one in each year. It seemed his relationships never survived his return home for the summer holidays. I had to admit, they had both been very pretty girls, very nice and very blonde both in hair colour and in the full femininity of their bodies. On the few occasions I had met them I had felt very envious of their full breasts and of the softness of their bodies compared with my own bony frame.
I myself was slim to the point of skinny with long dark hair and embarrassingly small boobs with pointy nipples that showed through my shirt unless I wore a bra – which I really only ever needed to do for sport. There was a lot of sport in my life though. Tall and fit myself, I played school and county standard hockey and netball, and also ran middle distance, aided by my one saving bodily attraction – my legs! These I really was pleased with – very long and toned though I say it myself – and to display them to best effect I usually dressed in ‘pussy pelmet’ skirts which were so short that the very thought of them embarrasses me now.
I was braless and wearing just such a microscopic denim skirt in the car now. This presented Jake with a large target area to attack which he did a second time, gripping my thigh high up, close to the hem line.
“Owww!” I wailed, giggling and wriggling as his fingertips dug into my bare skin.
“Now who’s a Durrbrain?” He demanded, squeezing harder until it hurt.
“Ow! Ow! I am! I am! Let me gooo!”
A car horn blared behind us and Jake let go of my leg as if it had been red hot, grabbing the steering wheel with both hands.
We both burst out laughing again then sat back in our seats in companionable silence for a while. I turned the radio on and tuned in to Radio One, filling the car with cheap pop music.
“Are you upset about Cindy?” I asked a few minutes later as a long sad love song ended. She had been a year older than Jake and they had split up a week before the end of term. I didn’t know which of them had ended their relationship but although I had liked Cindy, I cared most about my brother.
“A bit,” he replied, “but it wasn’t really serious and she had to move away for her job.” He sounded a little wistful.
“Were you… very close?” I pressed rather unsubtly. Jake spotted my meaning.
“Yes we were… very close… as you put it, nosey!” He smiled. “But anyway, it was a mutual decision and it leaves me free to enjoy the summer properly, doesn’t it?”
I could tell he was at least a little uncomfortable and didn’t press him further. I wouldn’t have consciously wished the break-up on him but I have to confess I had been pleased to learn that Cindy wouldn’t be on the scene during my last summer holiday before University.
To be honest, my own sexual history was no more exciting. Despite the best efforts of the depressingly small number of boys who had asked me out, I remained a virgin at eighteen. Perhaps I had an unrealistic view of relationships but although I hadn’t expected to ‘save myself’ for my husband after marriage as my mother had done, I was determined that my first time must mean a lot more than a clumsy fumble, a messy penetration and a lot of untrue stories circulating in school afterwards as had happened to so many of my friends. I wasn’t afraid of sex; I certainly wasn’t a lesbian as one on my more unkind would-be lovers had suggested, I just wanted my first time to be at the right time with the right boy.
Half an hour later, we stopped for a Coke and a ‘comfort break’ at a roadside cafe and sat side by side in the sunshine, sipping our drinks. The day was very hot and the car had no air conditioning so we were both a little sweaty though to my relief my short vest top – that left what I hoped was a tantalising inch or two of tummy visible - didn’t show it as much as Jake’s T shirt, which also showed his strong chest and biceps off to very good effect. This hadn’t gone unnoticed by two blonde girls who sat on the grass close by and looked at him admiringly and me enviously.
“We’d better get going,” Jake said, crushing his Coke can with one hand in a silly boyish macho gesture which delighted the blondes but which made me giggle.
“Anything you say, Macho Man!” I teased him, slipping my hand through his arm as if I was his girlfriend and watching with delight the disappointment on the blondes’ faces as we passed.
An hour later we rolled down the long hill into our favourite seaside town, the lunchtime sun blazing down on semi-dressed girls and boys enjoying the unusually good weather. We parked, collected the key to the cottage from the Agent and set off through the crowded streets with our suitcases to find it.
It was a perfect cottage, old but well restored, nestling between a pub and an old town house on one of the ancient narrow streets above the harbour. The inside was modern with three large bedrooms, a comfortable lounge and smart kitchen.
“Wow!” Jake gasped, “Mum knows how to choose them, doesn’t she?”
I grunted my agreement. “Shall we have tea and unpack now or just go out and explore?” I asked.
“It’s far too nice to be indoors,” Jake replied, “let’s hit the streets!”
Five minutes later we were jostling with the crowds through the narrow streets. The perfect weather had brought what seemed like the whole of Yorkshire to the town and had encouraged them to leave most of their clothes at home – whether their bodies deserved to be seen or not, I thought maliciously, observing large bellies and tattoos.
I felt almost overdressed in my micro skirt, vest and flip flops!
We spent a happy hour visiting our favourite shops; jewellery, trinkets, second hand books and of course the traditional sweet shop, reminiscing about family holidays of the past when we were younger and had shared a bedroom. The crowds were so heavy that we had to hold hands to avoid being separated and when we had finally had enough of the town and were climbing the hill to the cliff top I found to my surprise that we were still holding hands.
“Ooops! Sorry!” Jake said, pulling a face and letting go of me. I beamed at him.
“Don’t let me get lost, Big Brother!”
My flip flops were hopelessly unstable on the cliff and Jake had to hold my hand again several times as we picked our way over the uneven ground.
“Girls!” Jake growled as I stumbled against him for a fourth time and he had to catch me in his strong arms, “Why don’t you wear proper shoes?”
I stood in front of him and pouted. “Don’t you like the way I dress?” I stuck my tongue out. “Your friends seem to like it!”
Jake pulled a grimace which was intended to be a joke but I could tell I had hit a nerve.
“Sorry Jake, I didn’t mean...” I started but he pounced on me and began to tickle me right there on the footpath, his hands on my ribs in the way he knew rendered me helpless. True to form, my knees gave way immediately and I fell to the grassy back alongside, Jake’s hands following me down, tickling me all the way.
“I’ll teach you!” he growled laughingly as I wriggled and writhed in a futile attempt to escape, “Little Amy thinks my friends fancy her, does she?”
“No! Please...” I gasped, giggling hysterically.
“Thinks she’s hot stuff does she?” His hands were under my armpits now, my arms flailing.
“No! I’m sorryyyyy! Stopppp!” I pleaded, gasping for breath as his strong hands gripped my upper thigh in a vice like grip. My long legs flailed around his arms as the playful pain hit me.
“Excuse me!” came a loud, pompous voice from above. Jake released me like a shot and span round as I looked up to see an elderly couple in shorts and walking boots glowering at us in disapproval.
“You’re blocking the pathway,” the grey-haired woman said in a hard voice that could only have come from a retired Head Teacher, “and that sort of thing should be done in private. This is a public footpath. We don’t want to have to watch your sexual shenanigans!”
They walked straight past us as we lay there stunned, the man looking over his shoulder in a way that suggested that he would have much preferred watching us to walking with the dragon-lady. Jake offered me his hand, his eyes still staring after the odd couple.
“Sexual...” He said as he pulled me to my feet without looking at me, “...shenanigans! Jesus! All I was doing was...” he turned to face me. “Ah, ok! Now I see!”
Behind his back I was desperately trying to make myself look decent. Under Jake’s relentless tickling and my frantic attempts to escape, my tiny skirt had ridden up around my waist, clearly exposing my white knickers to the gaze of any passers-by. My top had slipped off my left shoulder too, exposing my braless left boob. It must have looked like an X rated movie scene.
I hurriedly pulled my skirt down over my bottom and my top up over my boobs To my horror, my nipples were erect, a fact that showed clearly through the tight material of my vest.
“Jake! Don’t stare!” I snapped as I wriggled the wedgie out from between my buttocks and tried to get comfortable.
“Sorry!” He said, looking shame faced as I finished my awkward realignment of garments. “I think I need an ice cream to recover. What do you think?”
I grinned, relieved. “If that’s what’s on offer, count me in!”
I took his hand properly this time.
“Sexual...” He said.
“...Shenanigans” I added.
We burst out laughing as he led me back down the cliff path and into the town. Half an hour later we were walking along the pier, ice cream cones in hand, still chuckling about our embarrassment.
“He didn’t look as if he’d had shenanigans of any kind for a long time!” Jake joked.
“He was certainly staring at us.” I agreed.
“Staring at you, you mean,” he corrected me.
I blushed. “Do you think he saw...anything?”
“Well it was definitely all on display!” he teased. “And very nice it was too!”
“Jake!” I stopped dead, horrified.
“Don’t worry Amy,” he said in a reassuring voice, swallowing the end of his ice cream. “he’s probably not seen hers for so long he’s forgotten what it’s for! Fancy a paddle?”
Grinning, I slipped my arm through his and we walked down the slipway to the long beach, I fed him the end of my cone on the way.
It was very crowded on the beach but the sea was cold and few were actually swimming so there was plenty of room by the waterline. We took off our shoes and paddled by the water’s edge; I felt the cool water on my hot dry legs and between my toes. It was wonderful. Walking beside me, Jake was attracting the attention of several bikini clad girls who had clearly been sunbathing for too long if their pink skin was anything to go by.
He appeared not to have noticed but looking down at my flat chest, I envied their full breasts and womanly shape and resented the way they looked at him. A minute later I realised I had taken his hand in mine again and we were walking with our fingers intertwined. Jake appeared not to have noticed that either but from time to time he squeezed my fingers affectionately.
We walked hand in hand until it grew late and the beach began to clear.
“Feeling hungry?” he asked, “We never did have lunch.”
“I’m ravenous,” I confessed, “fish and chips?”
“Nah!” Jake replied, “a perfect day needs a perfect evening. How about we have dinner in Mum and Dad’s favourite restaurant?”
“Can we afford it?” I asked.
“Don’t worry. It’ll be fine. Let’s go and get changed.”
We returned to the cottage, still hand in hand until we reached the stone steps. Jake opened the door and we went to our separate rooms. I messed around hanging up my clothes and choosing the right outfit for the evening while Jake showered and shaved. I could hear him singing in the shower and giggled.
My turn in the bathroom was much longer, involving a shaving of my legs and armpits while the bath filled with hot water. As I prepared to step into the water there was a knock on the door.
“Don’t come in,” I called, “I’m not decent!”
“OK!” came the reply, “There was a bottle of white wine in the fridge. I’ve poured us both a glass.”
“Just a minute!” I called, wrapping a short towel around me that barely covered my body before opening the door.
Jake stood on the small landing with a large wine glass in his hand. He looked simply gorgeous in a tight white Polo shirt that showed off his gym-toned upper body and dark trousers that highlighted his firm buttocks. It wasn’t hard to see why the girls on the beach had been so simpering.
“Thanks Jake!” I said, taking the glass and closing the door quickly. “I’m not nearly ready though.”
“Take your time. I’ve booked us a table for eight-thirty.”
It was nearly forty-five minutes and a second glass of wine later that I joined Jake downstairs, tottering slightly on my heels, unsure whether my unsteadiness was a result of their unfamiliar height or the less unfamiliar wine I had drunk.
“Wow! Amy!” Jake dropped the car magazine and sprang to his feet as I nervously entered the lounge.
I glowed with pleasure. Having seen how good my brother looked, I had taken great care not to let him down and was wearing my sleekest, tightest, shortest black cocktail dress and black heels, with thong panties to avoid the dreaded visible panty line. It was too hot and humid for tights or stockings and as usual I had dispensed with a bra.
The longest delay had been caused by me straightening my somewhat unruly dark hair and I was wearing Mum’s gold-coloured necklace, bracelet and earrings that I had sneaked from her room earlier in the week.
I felt and looked as good as a skinny flat chested girl could in the circumstances.
“Um... Wow! Um…” Jake seemed lost for words, “We’d… We’d better get going…” he said, looking at his watch.
We walked the short distance through the town to the restaurant, my arm through Jake’s as much for self preservation in my wobbly heels as for affection, but it was good to have such a strong, attractive escort. This time it was my turn to attract the attention of the locals and visitors – not something I was at all used to – and I clung to my brother’s arm tightly when the odd and distinctly unfamiliar wolf whistles sounded nearby.
Dinner was simply perfect. Obviously mistaking us for a romantic couple, the staff had placed us in a quiet booth away from the main noise of the dining room and, over yet another glass of white wine, we ordered our food. I truly can’t remember now what we ate, being so caught up in the animated conversation that took place between us.
We talked of our perfect day, of Mum and Dad, of our Grandparents, of friends, schools and of course Universities. Jake told me what expect in my first term – with perhaps more than the usual brotherly warnings about predatory boys – and made me feel excited, interested and special, his eyes focussed solely on mine even when a beautiful, full chested blonde in a skin tight dress sat with her much older partner across the aisle from us.
By the time our coffees came we had run the full gamut of conversation, I had drunk a fourth glass of wine and, apart from being a bit tipsy, was glowing from my brother’s undivided attention and very much aware of having had one of the best, most enjoyable evenings of my life.
Jake paid the bill – I never did find out how he afforded it – and we walked unsteadily hand in hand into the cooling night air towards the pier and out over the crashing waves. I shivered as the evening chill found its way in and around my minimal dress and became horrifyingly aware that my nipples had hardened and were pressing against the front of my dress. I thanked God for the darkness which I hoped would conceal my embarrassment.
“Are you cold?” Jake asked, linking his fingers with mine.
“Mmmm,” I replied, my shivering body adding emphasis.
“I’ll warm you up a bit then we’ll go home, ok?” he said, drawing me into his body and hugging me tightly.
His warmth began to do its work and I rested my head against his muscular chest. He smelled weakly of after shave but strongly of Jake; the familiar reassuring smell of security I had known all my life. His hands rubbed my back, warming me and I rubbed his sides in response as the waves crashed beneath us.
“Come on, it’s late. Let’s get you to bed,” he said, taking me once again by the hand and leading me back along the pier, up the old stone steps and along the street to our cottage. I was shivering again by the time he opened the front door and ushered me into the hallway then the kitchen.
“We forgot to turn on the heating,” he said, annoyed, “I didn’t realise it would be so cold.”
He put on the kettle then turned to me again. “Come here…”
Once again he enfolded my shivering body in his, rubbing my bare arms and back vigorously to warm me up. It began to work and the kettle began to hiss behind him as my shivering slowed but for some reason he didn’t release me, rather his hands returned to my back and began to stroke rather than rub me, first between my shoulders then my lower back. It felt nice; warm and reassuring though I knew I was tired and needed to go to bed soon.
Four glasses of wine was a lot for me so I barely noticed as his hands strayed downwards onto my buttocks and began to caress them through my dress. I rested my head on his shoulder, my arms around his waist as I felt his fingers straying downwards followed by the hem of my dress being raised. Large, strong hands were on my bare skin, gently kneading and caressing my cheeks before a finger was drawn along the cleft between my buttocks and down between my thighs from behind.
I raised my head to Jake’s in puzzled, silent question but before I could react his lips were on mine, kissing me. I should have been stunned, I should have reacted immediately but either through alcohol, amazement or the totally unexpected arousal that was overtaking me I simply opened my mouth and yielded.
Within seconds his tongue was between my lips and in my mouth, seeking mine and finding it. Our mouths opened wider, our teeth clashed awkwardly and I became aware of his finger sliding deeper and deeper between my legs, following the thong down between my buttocks and getting closer and closer to my virgin vagina from behind. His fingertip slipped under the cloth of the thong and parted my outer lips.
“NO!” I suddenly exclaimed, pushing him away from me violently. “Stop it! Jake! What are you doing?”
“Amy!” he stammered, “I… um… I thought you… I just… Oh Christ, what have I done?”
“I’m your sister for God’s sake,” I yelled, “How could you?”
I shoved him away and half ran up the stairs, hearing Jake’s voice behind me pleading.
“Please Amy. Please don’t… Let’s talk this through… Please…”
But I slammed and locked the door and hurled myself on the bed in tears.
The next hour was one of the worst of my life. I felt confused, hurt, guilty, aroused and ashamed all at the same time.
One minute I hated Jake, the next I loved him madly.
One minute I never wanted to see his face again, the next I wanted to shower it with kisses.
One minute I wanted to break his fingers, the next I wanted his hands between my thighs again.
One minute it was all Jake’s fault, the next it was me that had led him on.
But whatever I felt, our perfect day had been ruined!
Removing my make-up took little time since my tears had washed most of it away and our kissing had smudged or removed the rest. I washed my face, donned my short cotton night dress then lay in bed with the light on, staring at the ceiling.
My own brother had kissed me and, whatever I had yelled at him, I had kissed him back.
My own brother had tried to finger my most private places in what could only be described as a betrayal of trust. But it hadn’t felt like a betrayal; it hadn’t felt like it had when my lamentably few boyfriends had tried and in far fewer cases succeeded in touching me ‘down there’.
No, it had felt like a natural progression; something that the whole evening – maybe the whole perfect day had been building up to.
It had felt… right… dare I even think the word perfect?
Certainly my body had wanted it as my damp knickers plainly showed. That part of me had been more than happy to let my brother touch me…
I turned the light off and tried to sleep but it was hopeless. All I could think of was Jake. The day had been just perfect right up until that point; really I couldn’t remember another day in which I had been so happy, so free, so… in… love?
In love with my brother? That was stupid, perverted, sick even.
A little drunken kissing and groping was one thing but love?
I tossed and turned for what seemed like an hour before realising that there was only one course of action I could take. I peeled back the duvet and padded barefoot across the landing to Jake’s bedroom door.
“Come in!” his voice sounded unsure, anxious.
I took a deep breath and, turning the handle with a trembling hand, silently slipped into his room. Jake was sitting in bed in his boxer shorts, the low bedside light still on. He looked gorgeous but terribly upset.
“Amy I…” he began but I cut him off sharply.
“Why did you do it?” I asked straight out, standing just inside the doorway, as if something inside me was afraid to go further into his room.
“I…” Jake said haltingly, sitting bolt upright in bed, “I thought you were asleep.”
“I can’t sleep!” I stated as he threw back the duvet and began to rise from his bed. “How could I just go to sleep after you... No, don’t touch me!”
I wrapped my arms defensively round my chest and lowered my face as he came closer, apparently intending to hug me.
“OK, I understand.” He said, coming to a halt a few feet away from my trembling body. “I won’t touch you.” There was an emotion-charged pause.
“Why, Jake? Why did you kiss me and grope me? I need to know!”
He turned as if too ashamed to look me in the face.
“I don’t know, Amy. I’ve been lying there asking myself the same question over and over again.” He began to pace up and down the room anxiously, his eyes on the carpet.
“I mean it had just been such a perfect day, hadn’t it? We’d had such fun! Like being kids again. It wasn’t planned, I promise. We’d just done such lovely things and got so close and you looked so beautiful and it was sunset and I suppose we were both a bit drunk and I realised how much...”
He paused as if unable to continue then raised his head to look at me. I couldn’t bring myself to look him in the eye.
“I realised how much I loved you. And that I probably always had,"he paused “I’m really, really sorry Amy. I’ve ruined everything now, haven’t I?”
The silence that followed seemed to last half my life.
“You... you love me?” I asked, trying hard to understand.
“I’ve been lying there thinking about it ever since.”
“But I’m your sister...”I said, finally forcing myself to look into Jake’s eyes.
“And the most beautiful girl I’ve ever known.”
A look of pain, emotion and, yes, perhaps even real love passed over his face. My mind was in utter turmoil. Every sane thought told me that what Jake had done was outrageous, terrible and yet…
“Would you... Would you like to… to kiss me... again?”
There! I’d said it. A look of stunned surprise passed over his handsome face and if I’m honest, mine too. Where had the words come from?
“Amy!” he exclaimed as if unable to believe his ears, “Kiss you again? You really mean it?”
“Y... Yes....” I nodded.
I nodded again. “If… only if you want to…”
“If I want to,” he sighed, crossing the room and putting his strong hands on my upper arms. I raised my tear-stained face to his.
“I would never, ever hurt you," he said, lowering his face to mine, "you have to believe that.”
And then our lips touched for the second time that evening. I tensed as his hot flesh touched mine and he kissed me softly on my closed mouth. Once, twice, three times. My body tensed automatically each time.
“You’re not sure, are you?” He whispered. “If you’ve changed your mind...”
But I cut him short as this time I raised my mouth to his, returning his kiss but with more passion.
This WAS right! This WAS what I wanted.
I pressed my lips firmly against his and after a moment’s shock at my own behaviour, parted them and felt his tongue tentatively enter my mouth.
And then my resistance simply melted as my brother took me in his strong arms and we kissed passionately, mouths open, tongues entwined, eyes firmly closed as if nothing else in the world mattered to either of us or ever would.
My arms rose around his neck as our bodies moulded to each other, swaying gently as we merged in our embrace. His tongue probed deep into my mouth and I sucked on it, then thrust mine into his in return as his fingers explored my body from my long hair to my bony bottom.
His hands rose to my boobs and he kneaded them through my night dress, toying with their hard, pointed nipples, nipping and twisting them in his fingertips. The mixture of pleasure and pain was exquisite and I found myself moaning into his mouth and instinctively rubbing my crotch against his thigh as his exploring hand slipped under my night dress, raising it high and cupping my bare breasts which almost hurt they were so hard.
My own hands fell to his waist and for the first time in my life I began to rub a boy’s cock through his shorts. It felt huge beneath the thin cotton shorts, hot and hard and as I rubbed, its smooth end began to protrude ludicrously from the elastic band around his waist.
“Amyyyy,” he moaned, “that’s so good!”
Emboldened, I slipped my hand into the top of his shorts and my fingers closed around an enormous pole of muscle. Long, hard and thick with a surprisingly smooth shaft and rounded end from which something slippery was already beginning to leak. I ran my fingers up and down it as he massaged my bare breasts.
“Not so quick,” he hissed eventually, “I don’t want to cum yet!”
Barely understanding, I slowed my stroking then stopped and returned my arms to his neck, hanging off his strong frame while his hands returned to my bottom and soon, for the second time that evening I felt my buttocks being bared and Jake’s warm strong hands on my bare flesh.
I felt nervous but wonderfully excited as he gently kneaded the tensed muscles of my bottom, pulling my body tightly into his as our mouths, lips and tongues worked overtime. I felt the lump in his boxer shorts pressed against my belly and realised what it might mean but this time I wasn’t scared.
Jake’s hands moved from my buttocks to the cleft in between and once again a searching finger began to trace a line from my lower back downwards towards my groin. This time there were no unwanted knickers to bar the way and I tensed sharply as his descending fingertips found the base of my slit from behind for a second time.
Only twice before had I ever felt a boy’s fingers on my vulva. Something within me warned that I was about to enter unfamiliar territory, but whatever had made me run from it in the past was now simply not there. I was a different girl. I wanted this to happen.
Nervously, I opened my legs a tiny bit. Jakes’ finger slipped confidently into my slit and worked its way into the base of my vagina, the only finger other than my own that had ever entered me.
Oh Jesus! It felt so good! My conscious brain was screaming at me to stop; that this was wrong but my body was in control now and wanted more. I spread my legs a little further and was rewarded by the incredible sensation of Jake’s finger travelling the full length of my slit to my clitoris and back.
The sensation was overwhelming. My knees simply gave way and I leaned heavily against him.
“Oh Amy…” He sighed, taking his mouth away from mine for a moment, allowing us both to breathe before lowering me to the bed, lifting my night dress up and under my armpits and exposing my boobs and vulva completely.
For a split second I tried to cover my modestly by pressing my knees together but then I felt his hot fingers on my pubic mound, toying with its sparse, unkempt triangle of dark hair then forcing my knees apart again.
I didn’t resist. The finger returned to my slit from the front this time, sliding deftly back and forth, making me whimper and gasp with pleasure as he probed and aroused my most private parts. I felt myself moistening quickly, faster than I had ever done at my own hands, feeling nervous, exposed but strangely safe in his strong hands.
I felt his fingers spreading my inner lips, a second finger joining the first, working their way simultaneously along both sides and nipping my clit ever-so-lightly as they reached its apex.
“Mmmm,” I heard myself softly moaning and felt his lips on mine again as a long, strong finger was suddenly thrust into my vagina.
A bolt of pain flashed through me and I yelped as his forceful thrust was brought to a sudden halt by my very intact hymen.
“Amy! I’m sorry…” Jake croaked in a horrified voice, immediately pulling his finger out of my entrance. “Did I hurt you?”
I nodded, unable to speak feeling small tears of pain and embarrassment forming in my eyes.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked earnestly.
I shook my head insistently. “Be… be gentle though…”
I felt his hand return to my groin where to my delight he began to concentrate on the upper end of my slit where my clitoris lay all but undiscovered by male hands. Almost instinctively, Jake seemed to know exactly where to touch me and within seconds my head was thrown back on the bed as his fingertip began to make little circular movements on, around and incredibly underneath my most sensitive part.
I had of course brought myself to orgasm this way in the past, but the deftness and dexterity of his fingers along with my loss of inhibition and control made me climax within seconds, noisily and messily, calling out my brother’s name in choking almost incoherent tones. Again and again his fingers found the right spot, bringing wave after wave of climax until my legs fell loosely open, my chest tight and my tummy painful from convulsions.
“Please…” I begged him, “Please…”not really knowing what I was begging him for.
His hand slowed and stopped and I panted heavily, trying to find reality after the first climaxes anyone else had ever given me. I heard a rustling sound and a movement between my legs and the bed rocked a little. When I opened my eyes, Jake was kneeling between my widely spread thighs, his shorts discarded and his seemingly impossibly large erection standing bolt upright from his wiry pubic hair.
Suddenly I realised what was going to happen. Jake, my own brother wanted to have sex with me, there and then, on his bed. He wanted to put that huge thing inside my body, a body that had never been penetrated before. This was the moment my pathetic sex life had been building up to; the thing I had fought all my previous boyfriends to prevent happening.
He leaned over me and I felt something huge and smooth being rubbed against my engorged, over-sensitive outer lips, parting them. Deep inside me a faint voice insisted that if I spoke now, I could prevent it happening; I could remain a virgin, untouched by male hands, not guilty of the incest I so badly wanted to commit.
Or I could let it happen and become a woman in the arms of someone I loved and cared for and who loved and cared for me.
As my mind whirled, I felt Jake’s smooth, rounded head find the entrance to my vagina and press gently forwards. I winced in surprise and fear, my body tensing in anticipation but I did nothing to stop him.
“Are you sure?” Jake asked, his eyes fixed on mine.
Unable to speak I just nodded, begging my body to open wider and wider for him and for there to be no pain but wanting it to happen, right then, right there.
“You’re incredible, Amy!” He lowered his head and kissed me on the lips. “I’ll be gentle, I promise!”
He smiled and a moment later his powerful body tensed slightly. I gasped as his thick swollen head parted my inner lips and tried to enter me.
“Nnnn!”I grunted as his progress was brought to a standstill by my hymen and a bolt of sharp pain shot through my lower belly.
“Are you ok? Did I hurt you?” He asked, pausing in his first thrust.
“A... a bit!” I confessed.
He drew back a little and pressed gently home again with the same result. I winced again and felt tears running from the corner of my eyes. It hurt! It really hurt! But I couldn’t stop now could I? I couldn’t do that to him and deep down I knew I didn’t want to.
It WAS the right time. He WAS the right boy. He loved me. He cared. He was gentle. He was gorgeous. There couldn’t ever be a more perfect time or a perfect partner to lose my virginity.
He thrust into me again; once; twice; a third time, each thrust harder than the last and more painful. I bit my lower lip to stifle the yelps, gripped the bed sheet in my fists and closed my eyes.
Four, five, Jake’s thrusts were becoming much stronger now, his whole body tensing as his powerful legs joined in the effort and the pain grew stronger.
‘Please... Please be over soon’ I silently begged though the sharp jabs in my belly.
Six! He grunted loudly and thrust one more time, his shoulder and arm muscles bunching with the effort.
The pain was terrible but just when I thought I couldn’t stand it any longer, I felt something within me begin to yield. I squealed loudly into his handsome face as my hymen started to tear and for the first time in my life a boy’s erection slipped what felt like a mile into my vagina.
My eyes flew wide open and I gasped for breath. Jesus, what had just happened?
“Oh God, Amy! I’m inside you! You’re so, so beautiful!”
Jake’s face was directly above mine, his breath on my face, the heat of his body pressed against my boobs. After eighteen and a half years, I had lost my virginity.
I don’t know what girls are supposed to think the first time they feel a boy’s cock inside them but in my case, as I felt my hymen slowly tear and my brother’s cock enter my body, the first thing that went through my mind was that I was going to throw up! Or rip open! Or both!
Christ! He felt huge; almost unbearably huge, stretching me painfully, filling me so, so much, reaching deep within me!
“Yes... No... Yes… Oh, Jake...”
I could feel the tears running down my cheeks as I lay there panting while my body struggled to adjust to this entirely new and unfamiliar invasion that filled me painfully. I gasped again, my legs tightening on his hips as if to try and push him away but he was so much stronger than me and his cock wouldn’t budge.
“It’s all right Amy,” he said reassuringly, “It will feel better soon, I promise. Try and relax and enjoy it.”
I closed my eyes tightly as my brother pulled himself back a little then thrust forward again. My newly violated vagina stretched, twisted and finally burned as his shaft sank deeper.
“Ugggh!” I grunted incomprehensively.
There was pain – quite a lot of pain and a kind of pain I had not been ready for - but before I could say or do anything else, he pulled back again then thrust himself forward, this time penetrating me much more deeply.
“Hhhh! Hhhhh!” I panted again in an attempt to relieve the pain, but already I could feel things within me changing, as if my body had been waiting for this moment all its life and was now working overtime.
From quiet moments alone in my bedroom, I knew what lubricating felt like but this was different; as if juices were cascading from within me, protecting me, easing his way.
“Oh! That feels better…”Jake hissed, the burning clearly not confined to my body. “You’re getting wetter now. You’re amazing, Amy!”
He pulled back again and thrust into me a little harder. This time the burning was much, much less and before I knew it, his pubic hair was pressed hard against mine, his cock buried its full length in my body.
“God! That’s so good!” he whispered as I opened my eyes and stared into his deep dark pupils. “I’m right inside you, Amy. All of me! You’re so tight….”
There was still pain, especially from my inner lips which the thick base of his erection was stretching badly but it felt somehow good pain. My mind filled with images of his cock reaching deep into me, its head pressed against my cervix. It wasn’t at all how I had imagined sex to feel it but it was so, so good to feel him inside me.
“Don’t stop... please!”
My voice was wobbly and afraid but I meant what I had said.
“If you’re sure you’re ready…” he asked, gazing lovingly into my frightened face. I nodded again and he began to thrust in and out of my body, beginning with long, slow strokes that started with his massive head stretching my entrance and ended with his coarse pubic hair pressed hard against my mound.
It was happening! Really happening! A real, gorgeous man was actually making love to me!
Me! Amy the virgin was a virgin no more!
His strokes increased in speed and above the new sensations, I became aware of a wet slapping noise in the room. It took a moment for my naïve brain to realise that it was coming from between my own thighs. It sounded raw, primal and made my belly tingle.
“Look at you… You’re so beautiful!” he croaked as he thrust into me.
The noises became wetter and louder and the pain reduced still further to be replaced by a stronger tingling inside me. A new aroma filled the room as my arousal grew and my body began to secrete new and unfamiliar fluids.
“Jake... Oh God Jake… that’s so good… don’t stop…”
Although nowhere near orgasm, the new and astonishing pleasure of having a boy’s cock inside me sent my mind spinning. Suddenly I realised what it was all about; why my girlfriends made such a big fuss about who they had slept with and how.
I looked up into my brother’s sweet face as his powerful body thrust in and out of mine, driving my legs even wider apart. I gasped aloud as a new bolt of pain flashed through me and he seemed to plunge even deeper into my vagina, as if his cock now reached right through my belly and into my chest, choking the breath in my throat.
“Ohhh! Ohhh!” I heard myself sighing in time with his thrusts which by now were getting faster and faster and less and less controlled.
“Amy… I’m going… going to…. Going to cum soon…!”
Lost in my own mixture of pleasure and pain, I didn’t take in what was about to happen, I just knew that something new and wonderful was happening to me that both hurt me and brought me pleasure I hadn’t dreamed could exist.
Jakes voice became hard and coarse as his strokes became wilder and more violent, frightening me as his powerful body began to slam into my skinny frame, hurting me again but with bolts of sheer animal delight mixed in with the pain.
“Jake… what’s… Oh my Goddd!?” I began but the sensations overwhelmed me.
Inches above mine, his lovely face began to twist and contort. Ugly grimaces ravaged the loving, caring features I knew so well as his thrusts grew faster, shorter and much less controlled. Dimly I wondered what was happening; what was going wrong? Was he in pain? Was he dying?
Jack’s body slammed painfully and wildly into mine as horrible animal noises escaped his throat. I felt his cock within me beginning to throb and pulse followed by two or three violent thrusts that made me cry out.
“Cumming… cumming…” he croaked.
Then to my astonishment, I felt the massive release of tension within a man’s body as he reached full climax and began to ejaculate within me. His tension broke like a storm in summer, his body shook uncontrollably and a long hard breath escaped his lips as he trembled in the throes of his orgasm.
Deep within me, his cock still throbbed and pulsed but the speed and violence of his thrusting was slowing and it dawned on me that with each spasm of my brother’s body, my own body was being filled with his semen.
It felt simply incredible, raw and animal, beautiful and loving. My chest ached for him, the boy who had made me feel so, so good. I stroked his arms and chest as his seed poured into me. I had never dreamed anything could feel like this.
His thrusting eventually slowed then stopped and the handsome if rather pink and sweaty face I knew and loved so well returned, banishing the animal grimaces of the first male orgasm I had ever witnessed.
My brother Jake had climaxed inside me. And it had been the warm and wonderful first time that I had dreamed about. I had surrendered my virginity to someone who genuinely loved me and cared for me.
It had been the perfect end to a perfect day.
I looked up into his sweet face and felt the extraordinary sensation of his once massive, painfully hard erection shrinking and softening within me, then slipping from my body completely. Suddenly I felt empty, as if I had been abandoned.
“Amy…” His voice was soft and caring again as Jake climbed off me and lay alongside, drawing my battered sore body close to his. It felt good to be in his strong arms, safe and warm, his muscular chest pressed against my rather battered boobs. I could feel his soft, sticky cock against my belly as we cuddled and felt so happy that I had been able to do such a wonderful, extraordinary thing with him.
“That… was… amazing…” he panted, “how… did it feel… for you?”
I wanted to tell him; to describe the incredible feelings his body had induced in mine; to give him some clue about how I felt about him now; how much I loved him; how much I wanted him but of course all I could do was cry again. He held me close, kissing the top of my head while my body shook in mild afterglow.
“I never realised… that it was your first time.” he whispered after a long time hugging.
“Would it have made a difference?” I asked dreamily, content in my new lover’s arms.
“I don’t know… maybe… I would never want to hurt you…”
“It wasn’t like a real hurt… It felt… I don’t know, like a good pain.”
“If I’d known you were still a virgin…” he began.
“I’m not... any more, am I?” I interrupted, “and it happened in the best possible way… thank you...”
“I love you, little Amy…” were the last words I heard before I fell asleep, my back nestled against his tummy.
During the night we made love once again. This time as he reared up over me there was still pain but it was a soreness I was to become familiar with, not the sharp tearing pain of my deflowering. For the first time I felt the early signs of the warm glow within me that in the coming months would develop into my own amazing mind-baffling orgasms.
“Amy… Amy… We’d better get up…”
Jake’s soft voice gradually penetrated my dreams and brought me to my rather befuddled senses. It took a moment or two for me to realise where I was and a few moments more for me to remember what we had done the previous evening.
I was naked! I was in my brother’s bed!
Oh my God! What had we done? What had I done? How could I look my brother in the face? How could I look my parents in the face? How could any of them respect me after….?
It took almost a full minute to steel myself into rolling over and looking at the man who hours before had taken my virginity.
“Jake…” I said, still slightly dopily, swivelling around under the duvet into a sitting position, ridiculously holding its edge over my boobs in a vain attempt to retain a bit of modesty, “I… Ouch!”
I winced as the edge of the mattress rasped against my freshly violated vulva.
“Are you ok?” He said, dropping to his knees by my side and putting a mug of steaming hot tea down on the bedside table.
“I suppose,” I mumbled. “How do you feel?”
He took my hands in his and squeezed them which made me feel immediately better.
“It depends how you… feel…”He responded, clearly unsure of himself. “I… I didn’t plan it, Amy, I swear it. I didn’t mean to make you…”
“It’s alright, Jake,” I interrupted.
“It’s not OK, Amy. You’re my little sister, I should have taken care of you instead of… of…”
“I love you, Jake!” I blurted out, then immediately slapped my hand over my mouth. How could I have said something so stupid?
“You… You love me? After what I did to you?”
I nodded silently. “Do you still love me now… now we’ve done it?” I asked, begging my tears not to start coming now. It was a fruitless entreaty.
“Don’t cry, Amy,” He said, taking my naked body in his arms and holding me tightly as I silently sobbed into his downy chest. “I’m crazy about you!”
“Are you sure?” I asked, almost unable to believe my ears, the relief washing over me.
“I’ll prove it!” He said, letting go of my shoulders and standing up, crossing to the window. He threw it open and the sound of seagulls filled the room.
“I Love Amy!” He yelled across the rooftops, sending a small flock of surprised birds skywards. “I’m in love with my sister, Amy!”
“Stop it!” I shouted, almost unable to speak with relieved laughter. “People will hear!”
“Let them hear!” He hissed, his face bright and alive with excitement. “I’m in love with my sister, Amy!” he yelled from the window again, then turning to face me, closed the window again and in a clear voice added “The best lover in Yorkshire!”
“Jake!” I protested, embarrassed. “Don’t tease me. You know it was my first...”
“And I don’t care! It was the best I’ve ever had, Amy. You are the best… better than I dreamed you would be…” now it was his turn to slap his mouth.
“You’ve… you’ve thought about... doing it… with me before?” I asked, astonished. Jake turned purple with embarrassment.
“Well… Yes I have… Ummm.” He dropped to his knees in front of me and put his hands on my thighs. “Are you shocked? Is it a bad thing?”
I really wasn’t sure how to react. I should be horrified but we’d just made love so how could I possibly be angry? It was me he had been fantasising about after all?
“I think,” I eventually replied, “I think I’m pleased. No, I know I am!”
His smiling face rose to mine and in the morning light he kissed me on the lips. It felt different from our first kisses – stronger and more meaningful this time and I lowered myself back onto the bed, feeling his strong hands parting my knees firmly.
I didn’t resist. This time I knew and understood what was expected and as his body rose over mine again, I spread my long, thin legs to welcome him. He entered me smoothly with only a little pain and as his body began to move in and out of mine, the warm glow quickly returned, filling my belly and chest with pleasure as the room filled with the wet, slapping sounds of well-lubricated lovemaking.
As he thrust into me, I ran my hands over the clenched muscles of his chest and shoulders, then down his lower back and tight buttocks, feeling his strokes get stronger and harder until with a grunt and a grimace he ejaculated in me for a third time.
It had been short but it had been beautiful. As he softened inside me again, I lay still, feeling his welcome weight upon my body and pondering all that had occurred so suddenly.
Less than twelve hours ago I had been a giggling virgin. Now I had felt a real boy’s cock inside me three wonderful times. It had been truly life-changing; the closeness, love and yes, growing sexual pleasure had been unlike anything I had imagined and promised to get even better.
But mostly I realised that for the first time in my life, I was head over heels in love.
It really had been the Perfect Day.
Jake and I spent what little of the morning remained in washing and changing the sheets on his bed and checking the house for any signs of our illicit activities. It was a strange but bonding experience that brought us even closer together, if that were possible. We opened all the windows to let out the smell of sex that pervaded the upper floor and small lounge then breathed a sigh of relief.
There had been a large pink stain on the sheet where my bottom had been that we hadn’t noticed in the dark but which was very obvious by daylight. I hadn’t realised that virgin blood was actually a real, tangible thing. Blessedly it was a washable thing too. We scrubbed the sheet together in silence – there was nothing appropriate either of us could have said – but Jake held my hands under the warm soapy water in the bath as we rubbed the cotton clean.
Later, in the shower I found that the stain on the sheet was mirrored by red-pink marks around my vulva and upper thighs which thankfully were easy to wash away. The swelling and soreness that remained was an uncomfortable but arousing reminder of our sinful night for several days.
Mum and Dad arrived just after lunch time, having stopped to eat en route. Jake and I were ready to greet them but I found it very hard to act normally when all I wanted to do was run into his arms again, shower him with kisses and let him take me up to bed.
The rest of the week passed in a kind of surreal haze. As usual we visited the sights as a family but Jake and I often went for late evening ‘trips to the pub’ which usually ended up as romantic walks along the pier, kisses on the cliff top at sunset and on one occasion, making love on the beach in the dark like a proper boyfriend and girlfriend.
We were so naive it was Sunday evening before we realised we had made love three times and hadn’t thought about birth control at all! A secret visit to the chemist on Monday morning remedied that situation for the rest of the week but we were both very relieved when my period started a week later.
We returned home the following Saturday after a wonderful, romantic week that quite literally changed my life. Dad had to call at his office so Mum came in the car with Jake and me. This meant we couldn’t have the talk we both knew we needed to have so urgently.
At first I tried to read my book but when I rummaged for it in my handbag I found my bookmark had been replaced by a slip of paper on which someone had drawn a large heart. The letters J and A were written on either side of a large arrow that transfixed it. I looked up to see Jake watching me in the rear view mirror with a smile on his face and a sparkle in his eye.
For most of the journey, Mum grilled him with questions about his University and his career plans while I dozed in the back seat knowing it wouldn’t be long before she was interrogating me too. I did wake up when I heard her start on the subject of girlfriends but to my relief Jake managed to shut that topic down quickly and I went back into my reverie, happy and very much in love.
But what Would happen when we had to return to ‘normality’, living in the same house, eating at the same table, meeting the same friends? How could we keep our secret safe when all I wanted to do was shout about it from the rooftops as Jake had done?
And how could I bear it when we had to go to our separate Universities when that amazing summer eventually came to an end?
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