ShyButCurious

I guess first a little background. My mother was single and had four kids; one older sister, one older brother, myself, and one younger brother. When she remarried I gained one older step-brother.
Things did not start off well between us to say the least. Something about his presence just burned me to no end. He didn’t seem to care for me either treating me with a mild sense of annoyance. We argued a lot, myself being ten or eleven and him thirteen or fourteen the arguments were often childish and petty.
My step-brother wasn’t large in stature but he was very physical and fearless. Anything that could be dangerous seemed to hold his attention the best. Which brings me to our first physical attack on each other. He was skate boarding with his friends, and they had a ramp they would jump six to seven feet in the air and do tricks mid-air. I had previously seen him catch a small piece of gravel beneath his wheel and thought “what if”. So I did it, scattering gravel behind the ramp where they generally landed. I wasn’t expecting the crash to be that bad, I felt horrible afterwards. But, I think that is when our relationship began to change.
Although he wasn’t seriously inured, he was quite scratched up, and bruises literally everywhere. I didn’t confess, instead I waited on him hand and foot, helping with bandages, ointments, and getting him food and drink. Although I was very gentle, while applying ointments to his wounds, it was the first time I thought about his physic. As I said before, he wasn’t large, but athletic none the less. His muscle tone was very defined. As I gazed at his glistening muscles with fresh ointment (purposefully smeared everywhere by me)I felt that first tingle.
That night as I bathed I thought about him and began to massage my breast and pinch my nipples. I imagined him fondling me as I rubbed my swollen clit to climax. Afterwards, I thought to myself, did I really just get off thinking about my step-brother who I previously sworn to be my enemy?
Days became weeks, weeks to months, and I still had these same feelings. Often quenching my desire by manual means with just the thought of him. By now I know for sure he is sexually active. I’ve overheard several stories, pretending not to listen, about his sexual exploits with girls, slightly older than myself, from our small Texas town. I was confused by these stories, hearing them made me very wet, but at the same time frustrated me that it wasn’t me he was experimenting with.
Once he started high school, his persona exploded. He was all over the place, football, FFA, drama, track, baseball, a constant barrage of games, competitions, and contests. The more he succeeded, the stronger my desires became. By now I have catered to him enough that he isn’t showing those old signs of distain towards me. We can actually talk now, without bickering. I really don’t care what we are talking about, it’s the situation in which our talks take place that I care about.
Our chats often took place late at night, either on his bed or mine, while we rubbed, tickled or scratched each others backs. More times then not I would interrupt our light petting sessions by announcing I was sleepy. He would leave or vice-versa, then I would rub myself to amazing orgasms with the thoughts of his hands on me. It was about this time I decided to ramp it up a notch.
By now I am filling out, and beginning to shave slightly more then just under my arms, and my legs. I have noticed, while in locker room showers, the girls; that are let me say “more my brother’s speed” are neatly trimmed in their pubic regions. Besides, it made me feel sexy to shave my patch into a heart shape, or a narrow landing strip. Which also added fuel to the flames of my growing passion. I have also restricted my bathing times to when our parents are away or in bed, to allow me the opportunity to prance around in front of him still soaked (in more ways then one) wearing nothing but a towel.
I have noticed him looking. More than a few times I have caught his eyes lowered to my exposed cleavage above the towel, or my upper thighs below the towel during my prances. I got really brave one night, dropping my brush in front him, while he watched TV, alone in the living room. I turned and bent to reach for the brush, full aware he was going to get his first glance of my naked ass and freshly trimmed and shaved pussy. I continued on to my room and retrieved the hand lotion for my legs. Returning through the room I saw it, he was bulging through his shorts. I stopped and stared. I found it odd that all this time, I have fantasized about him and never thought about his cock. There it is, I can see it pressed against his shorts, and I am on fire inside.
I break my gaze long enough to look into his eyes, but our gaze does not meet, he is intently staring straight at the front of my towel. I bite lip and think “ok here it goes”. “Hey”, I break the silence. “You wouldn’t help me with this would you?” He stammers a little and finally spits out a “huh?” “My legs?” I again move forward. “Uh… what about ’em?”, he inquires. I shake the bottle higher in the air “lotion” I bark. A long pause that seems to take a year, finally he rises to his feet and stammers out “uh, yeah, sure, I guess so”. I know I have the upper hand now, because he is very articulate, he competes in one act play, is on the debate team, is the FFA President, “uh”, “em” and “I guess so” are not in his vocabulary.
He, and his bulge, follow me to my room. I lay across my bed, in my towel, face down as he squirts a trail of lotion on each of my calves and upper thighs. I began to melt inside as his strong hands begin to forcefully rub in the lotion. His motion is firm and deliberate, not like the quick and light contact he has exerted in the past. It’s dim and still in my room, but I can feel his hot breath on my freshly showered body. “A little higher please”, I moan, already flaming in my crotch. I can’t see him but I hear him swallow hard before slowly advancing up my thigh only an inch from my burning, swollen clit. I groan loudly by accident, and he continues slightly closer with each rub.
By now his fingers are cupping the crease that separates my ass and upper thigh, and his thumbs are occasionally bumping my labia. “That feels sooooo goooood”, I hiss. He grumbles a little, his voice cracking, “Okay… um… is that it?” “Why no”, I interjected, “the front, duh”, I said flipping to my back. Now I can see him, his eyes are intense, biting his own lip, I can see sweat beading on his forehead. His brow is lowered as if in anguish, and his always steady and graceful hands are beginning to tremble. “Is he going to explode”, I remember thinking to myself.
Again I feel the cold lotion being streamed along my thighs to my shins. Of course he starts with my shins leaving my steaming nethers screaming for his touch. I wait in anticipation as his now quite rough touch needs the lotion into my lower legs. Finally, he passes my knees. My breathing begins to become very heavy, but I am not the only one, so has his. Again he pulls three or four inches short of my fiery place. I encourage once more with “a little higher please” almost begging now. I feel his thumbs encircle my labia, as his fingers push far beyond the area where I have just shaved. His rubs are methodic and steady now, as if he’s comfortable with this now. Time to gum up the works.
I begin to time his motion with slight thrusts of my own. Every two or three strokes I can thrust my aching clit into his thumbs before he retreats. He often shifts his weight where he sits, not realizing it was because of his throbbing cock, I used that motion to throw his aim off and put his hands all over my needy pussy. I never really fully came to orgasm, but I had several small mini orgasms. I looked up at him, his eyes glued to my chest. I looked down and realized my motions had opened the top of the towel and he was staring straight at my hardened nipples in plain sight. With that, he licked his lips and mumbled “it’s getting very late, I need sleep”. He rose to his feet and there it was, two inches of his fully erect cock was protruding past his shorts on his left thigh. Just seeing his mushroom shaped cock head almost made me cum full force.
As he stumbled towards his room, I thought to myself, “I have to see that again”. His room was across the living room and sitting room from mine. It was very dark through there, but I managed quietly enough. His room was a “step-up” room which used to be the porch of our large two story house. The swinging wood framed glass doors remained as the sole means of entrance to his room. His bed lay directly under the window which was always aglow from the adjacent street light in front of our house. Enough glow to see in his room, but not enough to see into the dark sitting room from where I peaked.
I almost exploded immediately at what I saw. He was on his back, underwear pulled to one side. His fist wrapped tightly around his beautiful cock as he stroked it up and down. I pursed my lips as I began to rub myself again watching him pleasure himself. I saw the tip begin to glisten and brought myself to an orgasm again and again. I retreated to my room before he climaxed, knowing he was going to be rustling around for a towel or something for the mess. These encounters continued often, almost always the same way, except after a while he seemed less turned on and stopped relieving himself not to long after. This just will not do.
I began to get braver, and stealthier. He had also began to sleep totally nude. I began creeping into his room, slowly and silently, long after he went to sleep. I had to see his cock again. It was an uncontrollable yearning. It would take what seemed like an hour to get to his bed side. Yet another hour it seemed before I had slowly moved the covers enough to see what I came for. That is exactly what I did, I would kneel next to his bed, his cock glowing in the light maybe a foot from my face, and I would work myself to a feverish climax. That was enough for a few visits.
Now I have learned the breaking points of his sleep patterns. As I mentioned before, he was very active, and paid the price for his activity with a very, very heavy slumber. For me at this point observation of his cock was not enough. I wanted it hard, so my courage followed my passion. I reached out slowly one night, softly touching it with one finger. I waited, my stare piercing the darkness, waiting for a sign he was aware. Nothing, I proceeded forward, and engulfed his cock with my hand. It was hot to the touch, soft and silky skin reached to the crown where it met a smooth rim. Over the rim was the spongy feeling skin that made the head. I loved how every part of it felt in my hand. To my surprise, even with him snoring away, it would respond to my touch and became that rigid behemoth I fell in love with.
Again and again I would climax while slowly stroking his throbbing cock while massaging my own aching clit. It never occurred to me he could cum while asleep. I had not even really tried I suppose. I just wanted to quench my own desires after all. One night during our almost weekly encounter, I was at his bed side, him snoring as usual. I noticed again the glistening tip. “What was making it shine so brightly”, I thought. I ran a finger over the top of the hard head, and felt the slick warm liquid oozing from the slit. I pinched my fingers in the window light and opened them again, watching the clear liquid string between my digits. As my rubbing and toying with the liquid expended its life, I would simply retrieve some more from the slit. I have a new vice for my own pleasure. I have to have pre cum to continue my own pleasures.
All this time our lotion encounters continued, but he never proceeded any further, although the brushes of my labia and clit came quicker and more frequent, I could not climax without his pre cum being involved. All to soon playing with his wonderful nectar would also not be enough. So again I proceeded further in my passions.
It had been months now, massaging his organ to ring out that wonderful liquid, to bring myself to climax. A new revamp of my “playtime” was needed. The next time I brought his tip to a glisten, I brought the string close to my nose. With no apparent aroma, I had to investigate further. I slowly parted my lips, and slipped out my tongue to meet my finger. Instantly I shuddered with pleasure. The sweet taste of the liquid was exactly what I needed. I spent the rest of that session climaxing, and climaxing again while keeping all of his sweet pre cum on my tongue or in my mouth. I even smeared it on my lips like lip gloss before I returned to bed.
These days my step-brother, and keeper of my fountain of pleasure nectar, wakes up grumpier and grumpier. Constantly complaining of “cramps” in his abdomen after my playtime. I can’t help but wonder if there is a connection. I notice the days I visit his room at night, he wakes up poorly, yet the nights I don’t he is fine. There must be a connection. I can’t help but wonder if I am in fact giving him the infamous blue balls I thought to be a rumor, and a tool to get sex. But, that’s what I am using him for after all, my own pleasure. “would it be even possible while asleep”, I asked myself.
Either way I am determined to try. So on my next visit, I am going to make him cum. After I got my fill of his sweet sticky gift, and climaxed as much as I needed, I focused hard on his hot hard rod. I stroked him exactly the way I saw him do it almost a year before. Soon it became so amazingly hard. The head was huge, and no longer spongy feeling. The smooth ring at the base of the now enormous head felt almost knobby with bumps circling the entire ring. I stopped a moment frozen with fear when his stomach shuttered and tightened, but he still continued to sleep away. With my free hand I brought my shower towel up to his lap and pointed his tool straight into the cup shape I made with the towel. I continued to stroke, though his breaths were deep and heavy and his hips were jutted and rigid, he never awoke. Soon his cock pulsed hard in my hand and out shot the first long jet of cum. Then another, and another, and another, “Oh my god, how much could there be?” I continued to milk until it had stopped oozing. His cock began to soften in my hand quite rapidly. I used an unsoiled portion of the towel to clean my toy, and disappeared into the darkness.
Success! The next morning he awoke early, and was full of life ready to embrace the day. I smiled at him happily as we shared the bathroom getting ready for school. “How did you sleep bub?” I ventured out. He snapped the hand towel at my ass and laughed “Like a champ sis… Like a F’n champ”. Out the door he went. This was amazing, I could take care of us both.. I felt so empowered. I could not wait until my next playtime. It continued on this way until after he graduated. How frustrating, his newly found social life was. He was never home it seemed. I had to wait sometimes until 2:00 am to be satisfied. Often my satisfaction came without my beloved lotion rub. I needed my fix with or without the rub regardless.
Again my senses were numbed. No orgasm, even with my tongue covered in pre cum. “What to do, what to do?” Even with my frustration, I still had to finish him or he would wake up as the grouchy bear I disliked so. So I forged on bringing him to another gushing orgasm. That night while in bed, I thought about his gushing cum.. silky white strand after strand shooting eight to twelve inches in the air. The shear magnitude of how much there was. I began to feel that tingle, “that’s it”, I thought, “him first then me”.
My next playtime went exactly as planned. He came like a volcano, and I brought myself to my wonderful full orgasm while playing with my new nectar. It was much thicker, it had a very sticky feel when it began to dry. But with my cup towel filled I had more than enough. When I left his room that night, both hands were sticky, my nipples were sticky, and my clit was sticky.. I had cum all over me and loved it. Unfortunately, as with all my updates, the need for upgrades was needed all to soon.
It began much the same way, him cumming fountains for me, but then I had to add a twist. Again my fingers raised to my lips. I dipped my tongue into the white glob clinging to them. I still tasted that same sweet taste, but there was something new as well. Was that salt, it was, I tasted again, both fingers now deep in my mouth. I love my new salty sweet dessert. I licked and rubbed away, dipping my fingers into the towel and sucking them clean as I massaged my clit, and eventually just sticking my tongue directly in the puddle. I climaxed like never before. My whole body shuddered as I gushed my own cum into a puddle on his carpet, all the while holding at least a table spoon of his cum in my mouth. Just as I came I swallowed deeply… “Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!” I gasped. I just ate cum, I was stunned. I ate cum and loved it.
My mind focused again, “oh no, the puddle, I’ll never get that up”. I tried to get as much of my musky smell up as I could but in the end I left the door open as I slipped away. Naïve? Yes. Stupid? No. We had a small dog and he hated him anyway. He would hopefully think the dog peed in his floor as the dog has before. I was lucky and got away with it. Our poor dog did not, having to sleep in the utility room after that. Now I have to be careful, and bring two towels. One for his cum and one for mine.
The next time, there was a heavy lotion session prior. My step-brother had broken up with his cheating slut of a girlfriend of about eighteen months. He had a lot to get off his chest. I was thinking a lot to get out of his balls as well. That night I asked him to tickle my stomach before the lotion and he agreed. My lower body under the covers I raised the towel just below my breasts. As he stroked up and down and across my stomach, I raised the towel ever so slightly. With ever stroke his hand stopped; hitting the covers, and then again hitting the towel. So with my toes I moved the covers down, and with my hands I moved the towel up. Before long his cascading finger tips were brushing my breasts and nipples with shivers, and sweeping across my bare exposed pussy with tingles. He was so involved with his story I don’t think he even noticed. It was so dark in my room I couldn’t see his reaction but he never stopped.
I then asked about my lotion and he responded “won’t you need to resituate the towel?” “It’s so dark, you won’t see anything anyway” I laughed kicking at him with the foot breaking out from under my blankets. He began with the front this time, dribbling the lotion on my labia as well in the dark. “Hey, you missed”, I exclaimed. He fumbled his hand around in the dark to find the lotion on the puffy mounds housing my clit. “s-s-s-sorry” he stammered, swiping the puddle up with his hand. “It’s still there butthead”, I pointed out. “Just massage it in”, I added. A short motionless moment of silence and he began massaging the lotion in. Finally, finally, he was rubbing right where I wanted it most. Back and forth, up and down, his three main fingers massaging my lips and all over my clit, it was spectacular. I had my legs spread enough to reach his crotch with my toes. I lightly felt his hard cock protruding through his sweats. I felt a shutter in my body, he felt it too because he stopped abruptly, “Did that hurt?” he asked. “Nah it’s ok” I replied. Not wanting him to know He just gave me an orgasm.
Now that He’s actually gotten me off, something new I think. As he applied the last of the lotion to my legs I asked “Bub, have you ever came in a girls mouth before?” He almost choked to death at my question. Finally he exclaimed “What the hell?” and laughed. I persisted “Well, have you? Ever been sucked off I mean?”… Silence, not good. I felt his presence become tense almost angry. Finally he growled “Sis if I catch you blowing your boyfriend…. He’s a dead man”… With that he stormed off to his room. Wow did he take that the wrong way.
I chose not to risk playtime fearing his temper was going to make him restless. That morning my timid half smile was met with a seething glare. This did not go well at all. Later that day I tried to talk to him only to find that he had scared the shit out of my boyfriend who I had not been intimate with at all. This is just horrible, I need my cum fix. This will never do. The next few weeks grind by slowly, to make matters worst he has a new girl friend. I lay in bed at night and imagine some bitch is tasting MY salty sweet dessert.. “How dare her!” Some of the pain is relieved when after days of syrupy sweetness to my brother, he finally replies. Out of nowhere one night he simply blurts out “The answer is no.” Confused I looked at him with head cocked like an intrigued puppy. “Your question, the answer is no. No I haven’t, and you better not have had that happen to you as well… I will kill” My eyes meet his, he is serious, I can tell, I have seen him in fights before, that is the look. Too much testosterone, too much aggression, too much hate, and I am thinking too much cum.
Later that night I start up with him again. Trying to get the mood right for playtime. He seems very placid. But I dare not go so open again. Back to my normal covert operations. But still in the same mind set. “Operation suck off”, yes definitely, I AM going to suck that cock. It just makes sense, I’ve been jacking him off in his sleep and eating his cum for months now. I need to eat that cum to get off myself. Why not suck him off while I get myself off? I send him off to bed after he has given me another lights out orgasm. Surly he knows he’s rubbing my clit for me. He has to know right? I just can’t understand why I can’t just roll up in my bed, drop the bull shit and suck that cock. I know he would love it.
With my head swimming I start the operation. Kneeling as always next to his bed, I slowly peel the covers back. Damn, boxers, “What the hell?” I don’t care I AM sucking that cock. I find the slit that opens in the front. I slowly creep in and find skin, and slowly pull it out. “Wait, that’s not my toy”, I have retrieved a nut, “how interesting”. Again I cast my line into the boxer pool, I now have both balls. I can’t help it, I lean forward and touch the tip of my tongue to the sack holding those balls. “oh my gosh”… “they moved”…. I am intrigued, I lick them broad tongue. I love the way the skin feels on my tongue. Again and again I lick, until I purse my lips and suck one into my mouth. They are a lot bigger then I thought. About the same size as an egg I think. I continue to suck both balls until I see my objective peeking out of the waistband of the boxers.
I slowly and nimbly arrange the boxers to get my toy out with the balls. Now standing straight in the air, already glistening, it’s time. I hover my lips just above the tip, keep in mind I have never seen it this close. I slither my snake like tongue out and meet the tip. Yummm there is my sweet. I have to say tasting pre cum is erotic, but licking it right off the cock is tremendous. I examine the cock again, my pussy already flowing with my own juices. It’s bigger then I thought as well, it must be at least seven inches. I open mouth over it practicing… “It looks to big to fit”. I started slow, I touched my lips to the slit, slowly opening and pressing forward. Soon I had the whole head in my mouth. I had to start rubbing, my clit was on fire. I held the head in my mouth caressing it with my tongue while I had a mini orgasm.
I pressed forward again, I had about two inches in my mouth and could feel the swollen head on my tongue, on the roof of my mouth and on my cheeks. I began the sucking action and it slipped in further. I raised about an inch and felt my entire mouth collapse on his cock milking around the head. Down I went again, four inches I should think. I felt my tongue instinctively writhing on the sensitive underside of his engorged cock. Again I had to stop for a mini orgasm. After a moment of shuttering I thought “ok let’s do this”. Down I went again reaching to my forefinger angling his cock into my mouth. I almost gagged at first, but I wasn’t giving up. Up two inches and then down three. I had my lovely toy all the way in my throat. Frozen for a moment I came hard on the towel between my legs.
Once the orgasm subsided, I let it all go. Up and down side to side. Twisting my head back and forth. My tongue snaking all over that wonderful cock. Faster and faster, sucking harder and harder. It kept growing and growing. I slipped it out of my mouth and measured with my hands. Both hands and still a head for my mouth to suck. It had to be eight inches now. Down again plunging the head to the back of my throat. Again I began twisting and sucking up and down, I closed my eyes and shuddered through another climax, but kept sucking. Finally after about ten minutes I felt the head harden, it became harder to hold the perfect angle. I felt it swell to maximum, I was going to hold two inches or so but he pushed his hips forward and shoved four inches back in my mouth and shot the first blast straight down my throat. I didn’t even get to taste it. I pulled back again to two inches stroking the shaft with one hand while feverishly rubbing myself with the other. The second blast was hot and thick and shot right on my waiting tongue. I was trying to multi task like crazy, savor that salty sweet nectar, control another intense gushing orgasm while taking another direct hit from the third jet of hot thick cum. It was heaven and almost everything I wanted. A forth jet of cum and I realized there was so much I had to swallow. Still flowing with my own gushing orgasm, I swallowed again and again, and still had plenty in my mouth to savor through my own orgasm. The raging beast held firmly in my mouth, we both began to collapse, I settled onto the towel soaked in my cum, and my toy began to soften again in my mouth.
I started to pull my mouth off the spent cock and discovered it still tasted like cum. I spent the next five minutes sucking all the salty sweet taste off my half hard toy, hoping it would last forever. My clit now far to sensitive to touch was itself beginning to subside. I finally found the way to cure my insatiable sexual appetite.
In the months to come (no pun intended), I sucked off my step-brother every chance I got. I just wish I could have done it with him watching me. I wanted to feel his hand In my hair while I sucked him off, and to look into his eyes as I swallowed his cum. I never got the nerve to try it during our lotion sessions, and after the before results didn’t want to risk the topic in conversation again. Eventually he moved away, and has a family of his own. But sometimes, just sometimes, I suck off my husband and pretend it is him.

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