Previously, I described that I was a sexually frustrated senior in high school. I could hear my older brother, Tommy, masturbating through the thin shared bedroom wall at our old house every night. It aroused me and I began to imagine things. I masturbated to his sounds. This cycle of unfulfilled near-sex drove us both crazy until we finally broke the ice and did it in front of each other.

Masturbating for each other was incredibly hot. Little did we know that it would turn into a siblings-with-benefits relationship that continues to this day (like this morning at about 6:15AM). Dad never found out and has since passed away. Tommy’s wife, the uptight bitch, has not found out. I’m tempted to tell her as it might cause her to depart from my life forever. My now-ex husband never found out either. Everyone just thinks we are close siblings. They have no idea how close.

Our first mutual masturbation session had ended. Later that night, I heard Tommy going at it again. How could he be horny after what we did? This time I knew he was thinking of me. He had confessed his jack off M.O. earlier.

I could hear his impossibly fast rhythm. He was really banging it. I wasn’t wearing any panties and within seconds I had love honey running down into my butt crack. I wanted to rub my clit. I knew I could cum in seconds, but after our earlier live action, I felt like I needed more. There was an excited hard cock right on the other side of my wall.

Dad was still out with his motorcycle buddies and there was no telling when he would get back. I knew I had to be quick. Fortunately Dad’s bike was loud, so we could hear him coming up the long driveway, especially with the windows open in the autumn heat.

I banged on the wall with my fist. That interrupted Tommy’s cock pounding and he yelled, “What do you want?” To which I yelled back, “Get over here!”

It took Tommy about a second to appear in my doorway wearing just a tee shirt and baggy shorts, which bulged with his erection. I was naked under my bed sheet and from his angle, he was looking up my body from my feet. I spread my legs under the sheet and teased him, “I bet there is something under here you would like. It’s right about here.” I pointed between my legs and poked my pussy through the sheet. He couldn’t speak, so I continued, “Take off your shorts.” I enjoyed ordering him around. He wanted to bury his dick in me so badly he would do anything.

He striped off his shorts. It stuck straight out like a ramrod. The head was slightly bigger than the shaft, which had veins running down it. I had only seen one erect cock before, so I didn’t have much to judge it by, but I wondered if it would even fit in me.

I was learning that dirty talk really got to him and I taunted him, “I tasted you earlier, now I want you to taste me.” I threw the sheet off the bed and scooted down until my butt was over the edge. He had already seen my pussy and I had no time for modesty. I was horny and I knew he wanted me badly, so he was going to service me first.

I spread my legs with my feet on the floor and he was already on the floor getting between them. He said, “Diane, You have no idea how many times I dreamed about this.” I said, “Tommy, I can hear you in your room, remember? I know you are not dreaming when you think about this. You are stroking your cock.” He was getting playful now, “I hear you too and I’m pretty sure you aren’t doing homework with your hairbrush.” How did he know about the brush?

I continued the dirty onslaught, “More licking, less talking. I want you to make me feel good right now. Use your tongue on me, boy. I want to taste my pussy on your lips.”

He put his hands on the insides of my thighs just above my knees and I felt a burn. He pushed my legs further apart, slid his hands up to nearly my crotch and stared at my pussy. I could feel myself getting even wetter as his mouth approached my triangle. He has beautiful eyes and lips. It seemed to take forever for his tongue to finally touch me. First he smelled me and examined me. I was his sex toy. I think he went slowly to tease me. It worked.

When his tongue finally touched between my legs I felt an electric shock. He traced around my slit, up and down and darted in and out between my very slippery wet lips and even into the entrance to my vagina. He traced up and down. I love up and down like that. He only went for my clit at the right moments. I was in heaven.

Then he backed off and I almost yelled, “You are not done.” He just looked up at me and smiled while he slid his middle finger inside me with his palm up and pushed my pussy lips back with his other fingers as he went in deep. I slumped back. Being entered felt great. His finger pad was now right on my little peanut of a G spot.

He gently pumped in and out and then started sucking my clit in and out of his beautiful mouth.

He would suck in and just hold it there with the vacuum of his mouth and wiggle back and forth just a little. Then let it out. Then sucked it back in again. Time stood still. Where the Hell did he learn this?

He sucked my lips into his mouth one at a time, but then he started sucking my clit in and out quickly, rhythmically, and I came hard. I could feel my pussy contract and pulse on his finger and every fiber of my being went haywire. He knew just how to send me to the moon and when to stop. I might have yelled out, I’m not sure. Who knows what I might have said. We paused to enjoy the glow for a moment.

He stood and ordered me, “Get on your knees.” I complied although I almost fell down getting of the bed. I was weak, but suddenly I was looking directly at the most gorgeous dick with the cutest little hole in the end. I watched a white fountain come out of there earlier. It was much better than anything I had seen in pornos or Playgirl. It wanted in my mouth and my mouth watered for it.

He showed me, “Hold my balls like this. Now open your mouth. I won’t hurt you. I just need to cum in you.” I said playfully, starting to really like dirty talking, “Do you think about cumming in my mouth when you masturbate?” He was too horny to even grin. He was focused. He had a mission to complete, but responded, “I think about doing a lot of things to you.” At that moment I wanted him to use my mouth.

I held his shaved sack and gently rolled his balls between my fingers. He held my head with one hand and guided his erect cock into my mouth with the other. It felt huge. I circled around the head of it with my tongue as best as I could, but there wasn’t much room to maneuver. My mouth was full, plus I didn’t really know what I was doing. To my surprise, he pulled out.

He said, “I’ll do the work.” He bent down to put my hands behind my back and whispered in my ear, “Pretend your hands are tied. You are mine right now and I’m going to take you. I need you.” I could only mutter, “Yes.”

With my hands behind my back he fondled my breasts. He reinserted his dick and that’s when he started fucking my mouth. Not like in porn where the girl gags. I hate that. It’s disrespectful. Tommy just fucked my mouth with my head in his hands and my hands behind my back. His thrusting and straining facial expression made it seem animalistic. I enjoyed being used and he was clearly enjoying sliding in and out of me.

It didn’t take long. He started pumping me faster. I think I got the poor boy overexcited and he spurted his seed into my mouth. I loved feeling him surge when his face turned toward the ceiling with his mouth open, “ahhh, Diane, I’m going to cum.” I thought he might lose control and jam his dick too far down my throat, but he didn’t. He was actually a very polite mouth fucker. Warm man juice coated my tongue.

I never understood why some women think cum is gross. They act like it is a waste product. It isn’t. It is the essence of him. If you love him, how could you not love him? It’s the reason he exists. I felt honored that Tommy would give me his load. I felt hot that I made him hard and even hotter that he wanted to shoot his jizz in my mouth. It tasted like pure lust and mind numbing sex and just the smell could almost make me orgasm again.

I never knew how great it could feel to be used for a sexual release. I tasted his salty stuff for the second time that night, but this time he ejaculated it directly into my mouth. My mouth was his lust receptacle. It was so much better than licking it up after the fact, like earlier that evening. Having him orgasm with his dick in me and my head in his hands was better than anything I had ever imagined. I felt fully sexual. It felt like an hour long orgasm.

At that moment when Tommy shot his sperm into me, we heard Dad’s bike coming up the driveway. Tommy picked me up off my knees and said, “We have to stop now, but I don’t want us to stop doing this. I want to do it all with you.”

I said, still smelling his cum on my breath as I spoke, “I love you. You can do anything you want to me. I’ll let you do anything anytime you want. Anything.” I didn’t realize he already had quite a few things planned. He had things planned that I had not even heard of at that point in my life, but right then the smell of his spunk filled my nostrils and it made me feel high and agreeable to anything he wanted. I wanted nothing more than to please him.

He again grabbed my head, but this time pulled me close to share a deep, tongue filled kiss. I put my hands on his tight ass and pulled him in until my mound was against his semi-hard dick and ground them together. I’m sure he could taste his cum on me and it turned him on, but we heard the engine shut off and he had to hurry back to his room. Dad really should not see his kids doing each other.

It had been a very eventful and memorable autumn evening. Tommy and I would get even closer, which I’ll talk about next time.