Matti moves on with her brother Miki to the next steps toward family sex.
Saturday was a blur. As Sherlock Holmes would say, the game was afoot, and virtually every minute I thought of the conversation Miki and I would have that evening. Would he agree? Would a day’s contemplation tip my plan to failure? Would his fears: discovery, breaking the law, the simple taboo of incest, convince him? Or were my logic and my first attempt at seduction enough to persuade him?
It was hard to appear normal, not distracted, and engaged in our usual family weekend routine and I was relieved when their car left the driveway. I headed quickly to the TV room, took up a strategic spot on the couch, and turned the TV on, leaving the sound turned low. No Miki. I wasn’t surprised, as our brief interactions all day had been brisk, almost aloof. “We’ll have to work on that” I thought, and waited. I’d already concluded that we should wait just in case mom or dad had forgotten something and returned. After 20 minutes he sauntered into the room, almost, I thought, reluctantly. “Oh-oh,” I thought, “this doesn’t look good. He’s going to say no.” I shifted slightly, patting the couch beside me, and he sat, watching the TV all the while. It was almost as if he was afraid to look me in the eye.
I thought a direct approach was the only way, so I took his hand and asked “what’s up?” and was surprised to find myself nervous; after months of thought and planning, perhaps now the reality of what I was proposing really sunk in. But ‘in for a nickel, in for a buck’ as dad often said, so I forged ahead. “Have you been thinking about what we talked about?” I was careful to use ‘we’, using any means to keep him included.
“Of course. It’s mostly what I’ve been thinking about all day. And not just thinking, Matti; I’ve been watching. I’ve been thinking about how I watched you the last couple weeks and I have to say,” and here a pause as he seemed to search for words, “I have to say I’ve been seeing you differently. But I’ve also been watching mom and dad and I have to agree with you, he’s not happy and she’s kind of aloof, certainly toward dad. I’ve been thinking and thinking; is your plan the only thing that might make things better?”
“And have you thought of anything?”
“No, at least not as far as what it is that dad might need.”
“I’ve been thinking too, Miki, and I’ve been seeing things differently, like you.”
“What looks different to you? Are you changing your mind or something?”
“No, the exact opposite, in fact. You’re seeing me differently; I’m seeing you differently. I told you I wanted to begin with you because I wanted to have my first sex with you, to do as much learning as possible before, well, before I approached dad. I wanted the learning part out of the way. Now I’m starting to feel differently, starting to see you and me as, well, as a separate thing.” There was silence as this began to sink in with Miki. “Miki, I want sex with you on its own terms; I want it even if dad wasn’t a part of this, even if it was just me and you. Are you shocked? Is it only possible if dad is my excuse?”
“I, uh, I kind of, well, I think…” All my instincts told me that action, rather than words, might help. I leaned over and kissed him, pressing my tongue quickly between his lips, dropping my hand to his thigh and lightly caressing it as my hand moved to his crotch, only to be rewarded with his obvious growing erection.
“You want it,” I whispered into his hair, “and I want it. No one will ever know. I know what I’m doing and I don’t want you to ever feel it was wrong, whatever happens after we make love.” I thought it time for more diplomatic language. But I was serious; I didn’t want to somehow ease dad’s pain and in the process create regret or fear with my brother. I didn’t want to replace one problem with another.
By this time I was in his arms, luxuriating in his embrace, gently stroking the cloth separating my fingers from his boner. To keep the advantage and momentum I leaned back and unbuttoned the top several buttons of my shirt. I was deliberately braless, anticipating this gambit. He gaped at my hand’s slow unbuttoning, as the shirt opened to reveal my breasts. Granted, my ballerina’s breasts aren’t 34Ds, more 32Cs, but they’re perfect even if I say so myself. And by his state Miki seemed to agree.
“Go ahead,” I whispered, “go ahead and touch them; they’re yours for the night, or for as long as you like. And think of what else you can touch, what else will be yours if you want.” His hand seemed to move almost without his instruction. His fingers lightly brushed first one nipple and then the other. I expected to enjoy his touch, but as the brushing became cupping and the cupping became light squeezing and fondling my whole body shook with the pleasure, surprising me with its intensity. And as he bent over and took each hardened nipple in turn between his lips, kissing them softly, squeezing his lips together, sucking lightly, and rolling his tongue around my areoles my hands pressed his head to me, trapping his mouth on my breast, shaking us both as my orgasm arrived.
Even as my body shook his lips left my breast and returned to mine, as we kissed long and deeply, tongues resuming their now familiar dance together. But there was something new, I realized; his kisses had more, well, authority, almost as if he was taking the initiative, taking charge. His kisses drifted to my cheek, to my neck, to my shoulder as he pushed my shirt away, and then as my anticipation and, yes, need, grew he found my nipple again and enveloped it again. I pressed his head to my breast, unconscious of my moans. Suddenly I realized that Miki was discovering the power of sex, the power that I’d felt when, wrestling on that couch, I’d first made him hard. I knew now that he understood that he could give a woman pleasure. We were moving closer and closer to success.
Breathing very hard, he held me tighter as my hands caressed his back. “When?” he whispered into my ear, burying his face again in my hair.
“Not tonight,” I replied, “but soon. We have to be ready, really ready, and not just horny. Can you wait?” His reply was a groan. “But you just made me come; maybe it’s your turn.” And with that I slipped my hand down to his shorts and quickly undid the snap, pulling the zipper down. I surprised myself with my dexterity; it was as if I’d done it a hundred times. More groans from him as he rolled away from me, granting me full access. I glanced down and gasped at his erection held back only by his underwear. Suddenly shy, I slipped my hand beneath the band of his underwear and brushed his rigid cock with my hand, startled by its heat and its hardness. “Oh…my…god…” was all I could manage, but that was more than Miki could do; he was reduced now to moans and deep, guttural sounds as my hand, for the very first time, closed around a man’s hard cock.
“Up,” I whispered and he understood immediately, lifting himself so I could pull his shorts down in one quick motion to his knees, and there it was standing proud, springing up from the fur at its base: his arousal, his erection, his boner, his cock. Of course, in the months of planning and imagining I’d thought of this moment but now that it had arrived I was in awe. I’d released it from my grip and now marveled at its length, its girth, its venation. I placed my thumb and index fingertip on it and lightly traced its length, starting at the base of the glans and sliding to its base, noticing his balls for the first time. My hand slipped beneath and lightly cupped his scrotum, thrilling to the movement of his balls within, I moved my fingers slightly, rolling them, sensing his cock getting even harder, if that were possible. All the while his eyes were squeezed shut, his moans incessant, with a few words emerging.
“Oh god, Mat, don’t stop. Please don’t stop. That’s…you’re amazing, please don’t stop.” I had no intention of stopping, of course, and returned my hand to his shaft.
“Show me,” I said, “show me how you…how to do it.” And with that his hand enveloped mine, wrapped both around his cock, and began gently sliding up and down.
“Not so tight” he whispered, so that I relaxed my grip slightly. “Perfect, ahhhh, perfect, sis” he said. All the while my mind was experiencing one huge data dump, absorbing the size of his cock, its length, its head, its hardness, the right strength of my grip to get him off.
“How can it fit in me?” was one of the first questions in my mind as I ceased my strokes for a few seconds, tracing again with my fingertips. I had no experience with guys’ cocks, obviously, and knew that the ones I’d seen in porn were no comparator, that most guys’ were probably smaller. But as I stretched my thumb and index finger, placing the finger tip at his base I realized that the thumb did not reach the tip. So I had a crude measure of how long my brother’s erect cock was. Again I thought “can I, he, we get that inside of me?”
But now his hand had taken mine and wrapped it again, so that I resumed my strokes and within seconds his hips began to rise off the couch almost spasmodically and his groans grew louder, more frequent until finally “OH GOD, MAT, I’M COM…” and with that jet after jet of his cum shot from his cock. We’d both taken sex ed at school; I knew about guys’ ejaculations, but I was amazed by its power; he shot his seed a couple of feet into the air, landing on him and on my hand. And he shot jet after jet as I thrilled to the pulsing in my hand. And once again I felt the power of sex, the power that my hand, my body held for my brother.
As he sank back into the couch I maintained my hold on him, feeling his cock soften and then return to its natural flaccid state. More data pouring into my brain. “That was amazing, Mat, that was…thank you. You’re right; I’ve jacked off lots, an awful lot lately, but that was five times better. Ten times.” As we both came down from the peak we’d just reached I began to take in our scene a little more objectively. Clothes disheveled, my shirt totally open, his shorts down now by his ankles. The ropes of his cum in random strings and small pools on his shirt and my hand. One taboo having been shattered I felt released somehow and took several fingers and traced the paths of his cum, dipped them into the small pools, and rubbed them across my navel, my midriff, and finally my breasts.
“I want to feel your cum on me,” I said, watching his eyes light up with the thought. “I want to feel its stickiness, I want to feel it drying on me.” That was as dirty as I could think to talk and it had its effect on him. He pulled me down to him, my skin now meeting his cum wherever it had landed and we kissed as his hands, energized by his orgasm, it seemed, began to caress and fondle me virtually everywhere.
Did I say everywhere? His hands glided down my back to the band of my shorts and then, hooking his thumbs, began to push them down. This is what I’d waited for, this is what I’d planned months for. I raised myself slightly to help him as I felt my clothes slide down my thighs. Now with one quick movement I pushed them further, eventually kicking lightly as then fell to the floor. And there I was; lying with my brother and wearing only my shirt, unbuttoned. I remedied that quickly with one more movement, shrugging it off. I lay there, naked as he raised himself slightly to take in fully the sight of his naked sister. We returned to our prone positions, kissing more as his hands drifted over the newly uncovered flesh. He pulled back slightly to allow his hand to drift down across my stomach and my entire body trembled as I realized his goal. He first felt the soft curl of my fur then cupped my mons; I don’t know if he even heard my moans, the ones that came from so deep within me. My body continued to shake as his hand explored, learning for the very first time the geography of my sex.
His cupped hand squeezed several times, as I got wetter and wetter. One finger then began its own exploration, probing gently, moving about until it quickly found my entrance. He slipped the finger into it, up to the first knuckle as my body began to spasm. He pushed further my body rocking more and more, until its full length was there and he could feel my hymen. “You’re a virgin” he said.
“Of course; I told you that you’d be my, uunnhhh, first.” And with that the finger was joined by a second and I began to feel for the very first time in my life what a cock would feel like in my pussy, the first time a man was inside my body. He withdrew the finger slightly and let it drift up, exploring the wetness, the soft warm flesh of my vagina, until it found my clit. My body jumped as his fingertip felt it, brushed it, and then began to circle it. “Oh god,” I gasped, “yes, yes, that’s it keep it up, please” and with that his finger took on new urgency until it was joined by another, caressing my clitoris lightly, one slipping by on each side. By now my body was bucking uncontrollably and my pleasure-soaked brain somehow registered that despite the spasms that were wracking my body, his fingers managed to stay within me, to continue their caresses until I was suddenly seized with the strongest and longest orgasm I’d experienced in my fifteen years. As the tremors flowed through my body I clutched him to me in a tight embrace, his hands now freed to hold me in his own embrace, our bodies shook together as I came. And came again. And again.
We finally lay quietly together, exhausted by our sexual adventure, excited by the taboo broken, laughing at nothing, hands drifting idly over each other’s body. Reluctantly, I took charge of the situation. “It’s late, and mom and dad are going to be home soon,” I said. “We have to clean up and open some windows or the instant they get home they’ll smell sex.”
“Do you think so?” asked Miki.
“Duh; maybe your solitary sex doesn’t have odors,” I said, “but mine certainly does.” I looked about, seeing the room almost as a crime scene that needed forensic inspection. And with that I rose from the couch, grabbed my clothes and dressed quickly, found a cloth to wipe any errant cum that hadn’t landed on Miki or his clothes, and told him to give my his clothes; I’d launder them when mom wasn’t around. I opened some windows and relaxed as I felt the breeze blow through the room. “Belt and suspenders,” I thought, as I gave the room a quick shot of air freshener. “If mom and dad ask about the air freshener I’ll claim that you farted,” I said, rewarded with his smirk.
Satisfied with the cleaning up, I took Miki into a last hug for the night and said “I’m tired; you’ve exhausted me” and kissed him lightly. “I’m going to bed. See you in the morning.” And with that headed to my room, listening attentively as Miki also entered his room, hearing the sounds as he climbed into bed and then, within minutes, the expected sounds of the rhythmic motion of his bed. My hand quickly drifted down, found my wet entrance, and began its thrusting, imagining Miki’s fingers pleasuring me again as the sounds on the other side of the bedroom wall became louder until we came together, each well aware of the other’s orgasm. I went to the wall and said to Miki through it “I love you Miki, I really love you”
I smiled at his muffled reply “I love you too, Mat. And I can’t wait.” I knew exactly what he meant and smiled as I returned to my bed, knowing that it wasn’t if anymore, but when.