Big Sister's Summer Love On the day I came home from college last summer, the first thing that hit me was how much my little brother, Robbie, had changed in a year. Puberty had worked its final wonders on him. Even though I was three years older, he now towered over me by almost a full foot. His shoulders had broadened and his chest thickened, yet he retained a boyishness that still made him adorable and precious.
Better still, the kid pretty much gushed at my return. He went on and on about how much he missed me, and how happy my coming home had made him. He promised his pesky little-brother behaviors were behind him, which made me laugh, and he even gave me a small leather journal for writing, which was quite unexpected and sweet. I have to confess, I was utterly charmed. For the first week we did a lot of family things with Mom and Dad, driving out to the cabin, and spending a few days with the Grandparents.
Most of that time was spent laughing with my little brother in endless conversation. It was really kind of strange. Now, after all those years of mutual aggravation, we made time to get to know one another for real. I was surprised to find that we had practically the same taste in bands and movies, we were both internet geeks, we loved to read and shared many favorite books in common. The once bratty pain-in-my-ass had morphed into a super-cool and interesting guy.
I was both confused and thrilled. The following week, Robbie and I got to spend even more time together. Mom and Dad went back to work and left us to our own designs. We went to the movies a lot, and then hung out at the coffee house to dissect them afterwards. For reasons I understand better now, this casual comment went though me like an electric spark. Robbie and I had already been lightly and innocently flirting a little here and there, but in this case, I sensed clearly that the words were his and not his nerdy pals.
It dawned on me, clear as day, that my little brother had a crush on me. I understood the laws of taboo: I adored him for the effort, and I actually felt myself swoon a bit. The thought did not repulse me in the least. In fact, as soon as the epiphany struck, I felt my pussy throb and grow liquidy-warm. Something clicked inside me. I pretty much made up my mind right then: I was going to let my little brother fuck me if he wanted. That night Robbie went out with his nerd buddies.
I hung with the folks for a bit of TV, and then went upstairs to my room to surf the web. My slit grew wet and horny as I began to read. I pulled my panties over my ankles and kicked them aside. The next couple of hours I poured over incest stories while casually fingering my wet hole. Later I heard Robbie come in, but it was late. To tell the truth, now that I had made up my mind to seduce him, I started to feel a little nervous. After about ten minutes or so, he suddenly popped up on Skype.
I was debating about texting him when he nudged me on the screen. Almost immediately I heard a faint tap at my door. As my pussy began to hum with incestuous desire, I answered. The tension between us was obvious. Things suddenly got all weird and awkward, as if we both knew my intentions. We were clumsy, red-faced and giggly. I asked him to come in, and closed the door. He sat in my computer chair and I sat on the edge of my bed. We blushed and said nothing for a few moments.
Robbie looked down, and saw my panties on the floor. I swallowed the last of my fear and went for it. I laid out on my bed, letting my skirt ride up my thigh.
I chewed on my pinkie seductively, and told my brother that the last story I read was still on my browser if he was curious. He turned to the screen and read. I smiled seductively at him, and then patted the bed beside me. My little brother lit up. His face was crimson, but his smile wide and obvious. He must have sensed that his big sister was going to put out.
He shifted to the bed beside me, his pants bulging with an obvious erection. My pussy gushed at the sight, and I knew that my little brother would be mine. I hooked my bare leg over his. I knew he now had a clear view of slick wet pussy beneath my short skirt. Our lips met firmly, without shame. I opened my mouth and his tongue eased over mine in a loving caress. Now unleashed, our desire suddenly kicked up a notch and we tangled up in a knot of limbs and passion.
We made out for a long time, savoring our forbidden lust. I broke off our kiss long enough to strip off my top. I unhooked my bra, and my tits bounced free. My little brother smiled his approval and went at them with his tongue. He pinched and teased my right nipple, feeling it harden in response. He sucked it between hip lips and played it gently with his tongue against his teeth. I moaned my approval. He laid me down, and unzipped my jean skirt. He pulled it over my long legs and now I was spread buck naked before my brother.
He pulled off his shirt, and I pounced on him, straddling his hips. I leaned in and kissed him, and then offered up my titties for his mouth. He squeezed them together, and licked firmly at one nipple and then the other.
He gasped with obvious pleasure as I stroked him through the cloth. There was a stain where gobs of pre-cum had already soaked his underwear. This incredible sight made me gasp aloud. I hooked my fingers in the waistband and pulled them down.
We both whimpered for our own reasons. The flesh was hot to the touch. He mumbled grunts of ecstasy over my awestruck cooing. I did not fear his size. Robbie stifled a surprised cry as I leaned in and took the full length of his cock into my mouth. On the first stroke, my nose hit fuzzy pubic hairs as his rod choked off my throat. I felt my face go red as I strained with very little oxygen. My nostrils flared and gulped what air they could.
Strings of spit and drool stretched out from his cockhead to my lips, my face already glazed with my oral efforts. I slurped his rod back into my mouth and began to give my brother head in earnest. Clutching the base of his cock with my hand, I bobbed my head all over his sweet dick, lashing him with my tongue, sucking him deep down my throat with my lips wrapped around his girth.
I found a rhythm, and slowed down a bit. My brother sighed with delight, and clutched his hands into my hair. He found my groove, and as his hands and cock joined the rhythm, he began to pant and groan with pleasure. I typically did the deed to get a boy hard, and once that was accomplished, it was time to fuck. Not so with Robbie. Maybe it was the size of his dick, or maybe it was the naughty act of incest, but the sensation of his cock stuffed into my mouth was wonderfully sexual for me.
Still, my pussy began to whimper for attention. I gave his dick one last lap, and then straddled his hips once again. He nodded his head emphatically as I positioned my dripping slit over the head of his dick.
The fact this was incest only added to the lust I felt swirling around my entire body. My brother was an inarticulate mess.