My Brother Erin
Okay, let's get right to it. I like men. I always have and from the very start. I like what they can do to a woman. I liked it my first time. I like everything about their cocks, their shapes, their variety; the way they grow large getting ready for me; the way they feel deep in my pussy; the surge of fluids flowing inside me. I like a man's balls, sometimes loose and dangling between his legs, sometimes tight and round. There's nothing not to like about a man except maybe when he cums too soon.
My psychiatrist says my craving for sex is unhealthy. I don't agree. She says my desire for sex was caused by family circumstances while I was growing up. The shrink believes that my father's untimely death is at the root of the problem. "What problem?" I asked. I don't see it that way. The truth is, I became sex-obsessed as soon as youthful hormones began flowing like Niagara Falls. The way I look at it is that I have some natural impulses that surfaced soon after watching a movie.
The movie was "Lolita." You could say it was a motivational movie. It was then, at sixteen, that I had stepped out of childhood and decided to become my step dad's Lolita. Maybe my therapist and Sigmund Freud have it right. I have an obsessive-compulsive disorder that I absolutely adore.
I don't remember most of the actors, but I remember Dominique Swain as Lolita. I watched that movie over and over trying to remember each of her moves, every facial expression, and the seductive things she said. Sometimes I'd watch and masturbate until falling asleep in a pool of my own juices.
Of course, my intention was to fuck my step-dad, not because he was handsome or sexy, but because I wanted to be like Lolita. I wanted to be Lolita. At first, I didn't feel confident enough to seduce dad like in the movie, so I set my sights on my step-brother. He was seventeen at the time, a year older than me. In the beginning, it was as if I didn't exist in his eyes. He ignored me, so it was time for Plan B.
I walked around the house in pajamas with a loose fitting spaghetti strap top, cut above my navel and very short bottoms. Those bottoms just crawled up my pussy leaving little to the imagination. Of course, the ensemble didn't include underwear. Although I wasn't completely filled out, my boobs were more and more like a woman's every day. It was hard for him not to notice what was under my P.J.s.
I wasn't trying to be noisy, but I knew Erin, my stepbrother, was jacking off from the soft low guttural sounds coming from his bedroom. I took advantage of the situation and walked in on him one night. He was totally embarrassed and tried to cover up. I was lucky. He hadn't cum and was still hard. I just smiled and wrapped my fingers around his cock. "You might need a little help with this," I said. He took a pillow and covered his face as if to hide while I finished the job.
It was a spectacular demonstration of male potency with his cock spewing hot creamy cum like an Old Faithful eruption. I never would have imagined there could be so much pressure behind the geyser. What I learned from that episode was, don't get too close unless you are in need of a facial. But that would have to come later.
Although Erin was shy and embarrassed the first time, he wasn't bashful for long. I was in his bedroom a few days later polishing his candlestick and giving him a look at my tits. A week after that he wanted me naked and a blowjob. I was all too happy to do what he wanted because it was what I wanted too.
One of the reasons Erin and I had so much quality time together was that mom was a flight attendant, and dad was frequently out of town on business. Erin and I took advantage of each and every opportunity to be together. He would suck my tits and play with my pussy. I gave him blowjobs. At first, I didn't swallow, but then it just seemed natural to let it disappear down my throat. He tried to go deeper each time until finally, and it took several weeks, he deep throated me without my usual coughs and gags.
We continued like that for a while, then I asked him to suck my pussy, but that meant that I had to teach him how to pleasure a girl. First, I demonstrated by masturbating. He caught on fast. Erin soon learned to give great head with me as the coach, providing me with frequent orgasms and endless pleasure. But then, I was giving him pleasure too.
One night when our parents were out to dinner and a movie, Erin and I decided to do some taste testing at their bar. We each had shots of scotch, then vodka, rum, and bourbon. He liked the scotch best. My favorite was rum. We were both higher than a kite when he picked me up and threw me on my bed. That was my first time, and maybe his as well. Erin wasn't exactly experienced. He had his pants around his knees and ripped off my panties and looked for an opening. It wasn't elegant or loving as he fumbled around to get his cock in. I kind of helped.
What I remember was a rush of gratification that was so much better than masturbating, especially feeling his throbbing pulsing cock inside me when he came. He didn't say anything or stay with me. Erin just pulled up his pants and ran off to his room. I just laid on my bed dizzy with a warm wet feeling between my legs.
The next time was very different. We spent time playing with each others' bodies before getting to the culmination of our foreplay. From then on, Erin came prepared with condoms and more than one was needed. Over the next month, he got better at his self-control, and I found new ways and positions to satisfy us both. He seemed to like the variety as well.
Along with being creative, I was learning to use his cock to satisfy my hunger in new ways. No longer did I squander his precum on my tongue, but found it was a great lubricate when he rubbed my slit and clit with the tip of his beautiful cock head. I wasn't just enjoying sex, sex was a fixation.
Six months went by and I still wasn't Lolita. I had perfected her body language and innocent voice but hadn't reached my objective. With Erin, it only took a certain glance, and he knew I wanted it. We would get home from school, I'd give him the look, and we were off to one of our bedrooms fucking each others' brains out.
But nothing lasts forever. Erin left for college in August of that year. By then, I was more confident and knew I was ready to seduce Dad. The weather was still hot, so to step things up with my step-dad, Walter, I pranced around the house wearing my tiniest bikini. I'm positive that having sex with Erin was the reason my breasts developed so quickly, in fact, so fast they began to hurt. The swimsuit exposed them just short of being naked and the string bottom covered just enough for Walter to notice my plump pussy lips. When I wasn't wearing the bikini, I'd walk around with only a bra and panties. He was noticing.
I was so horny most days, now that Erin was away, that I could have fucked a toad. It was time to push the envelope further.
My Daddy Walter
Walter and I were watching TV when I was wearing the shortest skirt I owned with a thong underneath and a large wet spot that I hoped was evident. At a commercial break, while he was looking my way, I slowly crossed my legs so that he was sure to notice. It was all but an invitation for him to fuck me. He accepted a few days later.
It finally happened when Mom was working on an international flight. She wouldn't be home for a week. Dad was doing some work in his office so when I got home from school, he and I were alone. On this memorable day, he called me into his office as soon as I arrived after cheerleading practice. "Sit down, Nikki, we need to talk."
The timing was perfect. I was wearing my cheerleading outfit with a short skirt that wasn't designed to keep a girl warm. I sat across from him, opening my legs far enough for him to enjoy the view. "You have turned into a very pretty woman, Nikki. I'm sure the boys at school are crazy about you. I know I am. Does that sound naughty to you?"
"No," I said. "I like you too, daddy. I like you very much."
"Come over here and sit on my lap."
I tried to stay calm. For a moment, I pretended to be confused and unsure of what he was asking me to do. Actually, my heart was beating out a tune in triple time. When I sat on his lap. daddy's bulge was so hard it felt like sitting on a stone. I turned and kissed him, gently at first like a daughter. Then he kissed me back, but not tenderly like a father. I gave him my whole mouth. He responded in kind.
Daddy pulled up my blouse and unhooked my bra. His hands were all over my tits. "Jesus, Nikki, you've become a sexy woman."
His lips were sucking my nipples that felt like an electric current running straight down between my legs where his strong hand found the soft folds of my slit. I slowly spread my thighs letting him feel my wetness with his pussy finger.
I held his arm like a little girl when he took me into the master bedroom. "Let me show you something, Nikki. Look in the closet and pick out one of your mom's nighties. I think they'll fit and don't be shy about the one you choose."
I knew what he meant. He wanted me to put on one of Mom's sexiest negligees. I didn't bother to change in the bathroom. I just stripped and put on the thinnest gown I could find. It goes without saying that I was essentially naked except for a little lace on translucent satin hiding very little of my body.
Dad was reclining, stretched out naked on the bed with his hands behind his head and his legs splayed far apart. He reminded me of the Barberini Faun sculpture I had seen in a National Geographic article on Roman statues. Unlike the satyr, dad had a broad smile and a hard-on standing straight up like a rocket ready to be launched.
He looked so amazing, so relaxed, and so ready to punch my ticket when he said, "You're beautiful, Nikki. Sit over here." My heart was in my mouth when I sat on the edge of the bed facing away from him pretending not to notice. Then he asked, "Have you had some experience with boys?"
"Oh daddy, I don't know. What do you mean?"
"What do you know about sex? Have you had sex with a boy?"
If he only knew, I thought. "The boys always want that daddy," I said with my practiced Lolita voice.
"Yes, but are you a virgin?"
"Oh daddy, that's so embarrassing," I said innocently. "Let's not talk. Show me what you want."
"I want you, Nikki. I want you to be my lover. I've wanted you since you blossomed into a lovely woman. You understand that don't you, Nikki?"
"I think so, daddy," and looked up at him with my thumb on my lips like a shy naive girl that I wasn't.
"What I want is to have a special relationship, something that is outside the ordinary father-daughter relationship. I think you are aware of it and want it as much as I do. Having said that, I would very much appreciate it if you are tight-lipped with your mom about anything we do together. If you even hint at us hooking up, I will deny it and call you a liar. You'll be grounded forever. Do you understand?"
I giggled and said, "You mean we are going to keep everything a secret from mom?"
"Yes. If you can't do that, you better leave this room now." He said it with such authority that it was like a gust of wind on a flame that flickered and almost went out. I wasn't about to let that happen.
I said, "Of course I can, daddy," and gave him a deep kiss with my hand squeezing his cock.
He murmured louder when I stroked him, then slurped up his precum and put his cock down my throat.
"Oh, oh, oh. Don't stop," he begged.
I couldn't go on. I had to stop knowing he would soon cum without his dick inside me, so I moved forward and sat on his face. His lips and tongue made me moan with delight. It was time to become his Lolita.
From then on, it was an orgy of sex. He turned me on my back, pushed up the nightgown and helped himself inside my snatch. He was bigger than his son and gave me no end of pleasure. Before he came, he turned me over on all fours and fucked me from behind. Still holding back, he had me enthusiastically and noisily riding on top before he splashed several loads of his seed deep into my cunt. My orgasms were sufficient evidence that I was just as gratified as he was.
"You are on the pill?" he said like a question.
"No. Should I?"
"I think so. From what I can tell, it's pretty obvious you weren't a virgin. I figure you've been having sex with your boyfriend or boyfriends. Isn't that right?"
"Only a couple of times, daddy." I lied. I wasn't about to tell him my boyfriend was his son.
"Tomorrow I'll call my friend at the club. He's a doctor and he'll write you a prescription."
I had been on the pill for about two weeks when we did it in the rec room over the pool table. Dad just bent me over the table, pulled up my skirt, pulled down my panties and went in. That was really hot. I loved being taken like that and in such a powerful display of lust. Okay, he was a little rough and banged in really hard, but my squeals of joy sounding like the moans and cries of a humpback whale made it clear that I'd never think of the pool table in the same way again.
So whenever mom was away, well, we slept together until she was scheduled to come home. Except, one time she was home early or we had her schedule wrong. She arrived at an inconvenient moment. It was after a good time that dad and I had just finished. Then it became a bad time when she caught us. When your mom is staring at you with her husband's cum dripping down your thighs, it's hard to say, "Mom, it's not what you think." It was exactly what she thought.
It was not a pretty sight. There was lots of screaming and shouting and some words that are only suited for locker rooms. This free-for-all didn't end my affair with Dad, it only slowed us for a while until I left for college.
The College Years
College was a blur of one night stands. Most were forgettable except when my friend and I decided to dress up as prostitutes at a fraternity Halloween party. We thought it was funny. The frat brothers took us seriously, more so than we had expected, and we went along with it. Before it was over, my girlfriend was at one end of the room doing a sixty-nine with one guy and a second fucking her from behind. I was not far behind with one of the brother's cock down my throat and a second boring into my pussy with his very effective reaming tool. We decided to dress like nuns in the future.