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Bedding my Brother, after Uncle
If the truth be known, I knew I thought more about sex than I was supposed to. I seemed to enjoy seeing other girls being naughty, and had a desire for porn, especially when in the company of men who were watching the same scenes that turned me on, because it gave me a feeling of desirability, I wanted to be used, abused, cummed upon, held down and forced then fucked and left lying naked as my abusers walked away high-fiving a job well done.
I guess my adverse feelings put me into a submissive grouping of women who needed to feel more feminine. I remember a lecture in school talking about prehistoric life of hunter gatherers, and how women were subjected to a harsh existence and used by many males for the sake of procreation, that thought alone left me sitting in soaked panties, as I fantasised men using me for sex while others queued, for their turn.
Sex is real for women, more so than for men I believe, as we are the c***d bearers and need to know more, as we are left with consequences of orgasmic bliss ejaculated into us, cum becomes an elixir that girls fantasise about, we know of the dangers, the horrible taste, but the sense of power drawing it from a man’s balls, and squirting it wherever, is the other side of the coin for a man to get into a girls panties and penetrate her, in essence, we both want the same thing.
My first experience was close to home. I was asked to strip the beds for washing and did so with my brothers bed. As I pulled the sheets away his ‘Girly’, magazine fell down I got my first glimpse into the turn on of what women did to make men wank themselves.
I stood in my brother’s room and compared my small offering to the busty bitches that made my brother wank himself, and felt angry I was so small. I had cup-cake breasts, tip tilted with long nipples, surely my brother would like to look at me as he stroked himself?
I found myself beginning to wet at the thought of having a mutual masturbation with a male, the lure of being able to reach out and touch and to hold a man’s penis, during an excited phase as I touched my own slippery wetness, the meshing of both sex organs, against each other, really overcame the i****tuous behaviour, I wanted to know and canlı kaçak iddaa even more, feel and hold and make cum, and be damned if it was my brothers cock I played with, and this Saturday coming was to be it.
Our parents shopped on Saturday mornings, giving me freedom of hours to confront my unsuspecting brother of my intentions on himself. By the time they had finally left, I was sick in the stomach with sexual craziness and an overflowing of lubrication, even walking I could feel the swelling of my sex, deliciously generate a feeling of immediate neediness for him.
I stood completely naked in my bedroom wondering whether just to rush in and get into bed with him, or enter in decency and expose myself slowly to arouse his feelings and curiosity, after all, he had his magazines and that alone showed his ignorance of the real thing, so I pulled on a nightdress of thin veneer that did little to hide what lack off I did not wear underneath, of course he would want to see me, not because I was his sister, but because I had what those pictures teased him with, and so like this I walked in on him, and immediately saw him hide under his pillow the very magazine I viewed when I had stripped the bed of his sheets.
The minute our parents closed the front door, I began to feel the deep urges that played out in my head, knowing what I was about to embark upon would change me as a young woman, if ever a female could be regarded as ‘in heat’, it was me at this moment in time, even leaving my room dressed in my see-through nightie, made my knees weal, and my legs heavy, my nipples were rigid and stuck out, making the flimsy material appear to hang from them and could see the dark circles my areola made, charged with my hot blood, as my eyes went further down to my pubis, all there for my brother to see, I just wanted him to feel the same way, as I pushed his door open, I almost wet myself, as brazenly continued to walk up to him, staring wild eyed at my teasing exposure, his eyes flickering between my breasts and pubis, seeing his sister as a woman, real and live, not like the pictures that fired his imagination, but something tangible and real.
Even his magazine falling to the floor from the mattress, could canlı casino not make him look away from me, I had him, I knew it, as I came right up to where he lay, bent down and put my hand under the duvet and felt for his erection, ‘Want to fuck me’, I whispered, my throat tight and my words shaken, suddenly the duvet was pulled aside and I saw and felt my own hand encircle his shaft, warm and soft, tactile and delicious, so this was a cock and it was mine as I pressed my wanton body to his and lay on top of him, and gyrated myself, feeling his hand lift and tug at the flimsy material, to get skin an skin and feel the real heat now searingly hot as our youthful bodies melted into each other.
I straddled him across his pubic bone, his cock lay on his stomach and between my wet labia, where I ground hard down on it, making circles and riding like I do when on horseback, feeling his cock snugly inserted was a delirious experience, not one I wanted to break as my clitoris was now responding in the manner it was designed to pleasure and we both loved the feeling, as I bent forward to kiss his mouth and my small breasts felt the manliness and heat from his chest, another delicious and erotic sensation, as full contact of our meshing bodies was complete, with my hips rising high enough to bore down on his cock and feel it disappear inside my open and wet cunt, to feel behind my belly button, and move my internal organs around as we thrashed and humped each other, occasionally slipping apart and both of us desperately trying to remake the connection and continue fucking, with all the sloppy noises of my wet pussy and the slapping of our naked bodies.
Exhausted I don’t know if that adequately describes how we both felt in the end, as I lay atop of him enjoying the sudden calmness and satisfactory feeling of togetherness we both felt. He was still inside me, I insisted he remain there, as far as I was concerned I wanted to die with my brother’s cock inside me as if to announce to the world I was now a fully fledged woman, I had fucked, been fucked and had truly enjoyed the experience, no pain, only pleasure and the most satisfying feeling ever.
There was an incident that had happened some seven years earlier when tipobet giriş during my bath night my mother popped her head into the bathroom as I bathed, ‘You uncle needs to use the toilet’, she declared and suddenly he was there, standing looking down on me, smiling as if pleased with what he saw. Of course I thought nothing off it as he turned to the door and usher my mother out, closed it and locked the snib.
As I watched he undid his pants and exposed himself to me, full frontal as I watched in amazement as he grew before my startled eyes, it could have been another of his tricks as I laughed not fully understanding the implications of what it was he was doing. He came over to me and stood in front of me playing with himself, as I smiled looking up at it and him, waiting for something to happen and it did, as he reached down and put his thumb into my mouth, ‘Lick it’, he ordered, and I did, the gentle feeling of my tongue on his finger digit, caused the eruption the hit my face on numerous occasions and inside my open mouth, bitter and acrid and causing my eye to water.
He reached into his pocket and produced a colourful candied lollipop, he unwrapped it and thrust it into my open mouth, ordering my to suck on the sugary sweetness, to mask the semen bitterness and to introduce me to his cock, now flaccid, he put in into my mouth and asked me to use my tongue again, which I did.
I know now mother had agreed to his perversion on the understanding there was to be no physical harm to me, but now, the mental acceptance of doing the things I do without remorse or second thought, I think can be traced back to both of them, because they were lovers and mother slept with her bachelor brother, whenever daddy was away working, she needed money for her habit, and sex for her other addiction, I have to assume she was abused as a c***d on the farm where she grew up with four horny brothers wanking themselves in front of her, the only female around for miles, uncle just took it to the next level, the next generation, and every lollipop he gave me on bath nights when daddy was away, took it one step closer to placing my small mouth on his genitals, I guess this is why I think nothing about being sexual with my brother, biologically wrong of course, but being on the pill and using condoms, well that curse being removed, frees you up to experience the best sex ever, and along with gang-bangs and **** fantasies, what more can a girl aspire to during sex.
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