Matti has enlisted her brother Miki's help in her plan to give their father the love and sexual pleasure that their mother isn't. But Matti is beginning to see her brother as the lover she wants as well.
The next two weeks passed with tectonic slowness, it seemed. Mom and dad’s schedules, while busy, did not include any lengthy evening absences together. Miki and I only managed a couple quick encounters, furtive and careful embraces and hurried kisses as our parents watched TV. Tired of waiting, one evening after everyone had gone to bed I counted what I thought was a sufficient time and moved quietly to Miki’s bedroom; of our two bedrooms, it was the farthest from our parents’ room. I soundlessly opened the door and stopped and listened to his quiet breathing in his sleep. Feeling unusually adventurous and with every sense heightened I stepped quietly over to his bed and slipped beneath the covers, spooning against him and wrapping him in a light embrace.
Even in his sleep he sensed my presence beside him, turned to me and sleepily asked “wha?”
“Shhh. It’s just me, Matti; don’t make any sound. I just wanted to be near you. I’ve really missed lying with you, Miki, I really miss touching you, being touched. I miss your body. And this is what it’ll be like when we, you know…” By now he was fully awake. I reached under the t-shirt he slept in and lightly caressed his chest. His kiss was his response. My hand then drifted down and found his semi-tumescent penis. Giggling, I fondled it lightly, reached farther and cupped his scrotum, rolling his now familiar balls in my palm.
“Oh god, Matti, why…I…we can’t do this; what if they hear us? You hear my bed most evenings; for sure they’ll hear two of us. And it’ll leave a mess.”
“I’ve thought of all of that; let’s get out of bed and lie on the floor; that’ll be quieter. And I’ve brought a cloth to, ummm, control the mess.” And with that we both left the bed and met on the rug in the corner of his room. Quickly, while he was still standing, I pulled his pajama bottoms down so he could step out of them. Planning ahead, I was wearing nothing under my overly long t-shirt. We lay down on the rug and began kissing, caressing, fondling, until within minutes he was rock hard and I was hot and wet. “Oh god, Miki, even if you weren’t my own brother I would want to fuck you,” I said, pressing tongue deep into his mouth, thrusting as deeply as I could.
I had decided some time ago that with each stage I wanted progress, an escalation in our passion, another taboo broken. So after lightly pushing him onto his back I bent over him and for the first time leaned in, moving my mouth closer and closer to his upright cock. As he began to understand my intentions he buried his hands in my hair and gently pressed my head towards his shaft. I bent down, lightly kissed its head, tasted his pre-cum quickly with a flick of my tongue, and took my brother’s glans fully into my mouth, registering his gasp as I did it. I had wondered for months what it would feel like to, well, suck a cock and I was thrilled to realize that it wasn’t unpleasant. I straightened up, smiling. “I haven’t decided yet whether I want to give blow jobs,” I whispered, “but I know I want to try it. Not tonight, but soon. I’ve watched enough porn to know that some girls seem to get off on it. And for sure I don’t know if I can swallow. But it’s something that I might need with dad.”
And with that I lay beside him, grasped his cock, once again marveling at its head, its drops of pre-cum, it’s stiff length, and wondered “how can something be so hard and so soft at the same time?” I began stroking him as his moans became constant. “Shhh” I warned again, “or they’ll hear”. By now I had learned to calibrate my grip correctly; his moans confirmed it and I thought “damn, I’m getting good at this. I’ll know this part when I’m with dad.” I began my slow strokes and as his breathing quickened and his moans began I sped up.
His muted groans continued until he finally whispered “I’m coming, Matti, I’m coming” at which I grabbed the cloth I’d brought with me, quickly wrapped it around his cock, and continued to pump, being careful to slide my fingers beneath it, waiting for the thrill that came with the pulses that signaled his orgasm. And suddenly there they were as his cock beat a steady rhythm of spasms, each one launching a jet of his hot cum into the cloth. My hand felt the wetness, the heat permeating the cloth and at the same time the softening of his erection. As his cock relaxed so did his entire body, falling back onto the rug so that I quickly found his mouth with mine and drew him into a long, deep kiss. While his body had relaxed, his tongue certainly hadn’t and it danced with mine for a long minute until we both needed to breathe.
For a few minutes more we lay together, as much of our bodies as possible touching. He finally roused himself, turned on his side, kissed me again, and began his exploration of my supine body. “He’s learned the right touch too,” I thought, as his hands drifted along my curves, finding and cupping my breasts lightly, caressing my nipples. At this I trembled and when I felt his lips take my nipple and his tongue caress it my body shook with the first hint of the ultimate pleasure to come. His hand lightly caressed my midriff on its way to its final goal, my body trembling again, knowing his intent.
His fingers lightly parted the fur on my mound, gently insinuating themselves deeper, until he cupped my vagina and softly squeezed in a slow rhythm. By now my body was beginning to buck. Feeling my eagerness, he pushed on, two fingers finding my entry, now wet with want. He slipped first one and then the second into me, seeming to enjoy my wetness, my heat. He pushed the longer of the two farther, farther into me until he reached my hymen, all the while my body beginning its orgasmic spasms. He withdrew the fingers slightly, then pushed in again, repeating faster and faster as my spasms increased until, clutching him to me, I came with a rush that shocked me. I had never felt such a powerful orgasm. But then…but then…his fingers withdrew and traced my opening, travelling slowly upward until he found my clitoris. “My god,” I thought, “you’re a very quick learner” as he circled it lightly. But I had no time for further thoughts as my second orgasm rocketed through me, shaking me so badly that I had to reach down and grasp his hand. “E..nough,” I gasped, “I don’t think I can handle any more.” And in the dim light I thought I saw his slight smirk as he laughed softly and drew me back to him on the rug.
Time seemed to stop as we held each other, kissing now and then, hands drifting now over more and more familiar bodies. Taking charge, as I knew I must, I finally drew away from and, with one final kiss, said “I have to get back to bed. But I love you, Miki.”
“I love you too, Mats.” And with that I rose and padded back to my own bed. Sleep finally came as I drifted through memories of the powerful orgasm my brother had given me, and as I wondered at how it would feel when we finally fucked.