Archive-name: Family/toms1st.txt
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Archive-title: Tommy's First Time (and Mine)
There wasn't anything different about this
particular night. I was babysitting my kid brother,
Tommy, again. He was ten, I'd just turned fourteen,
and ever since mom and dad split up it seemed like
I'd spent more time with him than I did with my
friends.
It was a school night and at nine o'clock I
turned off the tv and told Tommy it was time for bed.
He was a good kid, he hardly ever gave me any lip or
made me yell at him, but this night he balked.
"I'm not sleepy," he said.
I argued with him, half-heartedly (mom wasn't
due back until midnight), but there really wasn't any
reason to fight about it. I told him he had to come
up at 9:30 and retreated to my room, to study. I
heard the tv go back on as I closed my door.
I changed from jeans and t-shirt into a flan-
nel nightgown. The books were piled high on my desk,
but I wasn't really interested in them. In fact, all
I could think of lately was the vibrator I'd found in
my mom's room a few weeks before. I was awakening,
sexually, and this toy was absolutely the greatest. I
worried that thinking about sex all the time was
going to ruin me, but it felt so good I didn't really
care.
I lay down on my bed and stared at the ceil-
ing. My friend Jeannie had already had sex with a
boy. I imagined his fingers as mine slid under the
elastic waistband of my panties and explored my pubic
hair. As I stroked myself I grew warm, my legs and
shoulders relaxed and my eyelids grew heavy. I rubbed
my nipples with one hand and pressed my button with
the other. It felt glorious. But lying there, rocking
my hips up and down, trying to imagine an unseen boy
in the Poconos sliding his penis inside me, I kept
thinking of the vibrator. Finally, I sat up and
sighed.
"This is going to wreck me," I thought, slid
off the bed and bounded out of my room. The tv was
still going downstairs as I crept into my mother's
dark room. I was getting good at this, I thought, as
I slid open her bottom drawer. Beneath some sweaters
it lay, a square white plastic handle with a dull red
ball on the end of a metal rod. The cord was coiled
carelessly and I noted its position and attitude as I
lifted the joygiving device from it's resting place.
I scurried back to my room and shivered. I couldn't
wait.
It was a hot day. The sun beat down hard, the
heat was enveloping, oppressive. A bead of sweat
trickled down my neck as I climbed onto White Rock. I
cherished the sun's power, felt it surge through me,
felt as if I could never escape it, then dove toward
it, into the air, attacked the heat, challenged it
head on before slicing into the clear fresh water. My
body tingled, the chill snapped my pores shut. The
ripples massaged my shoulders, brushed lightly my
breasts and belly before kissing my inner thighs
goodbye. I climbed up onto the raft.
The ashen wood was sharp with heat. I stepped
gingerly, then plopped down in the puddle I'd made.
Already the wet was evaporating from my skin, the sun
once again taking hold. The lake was nearly deserted,
except for the distant drone of a power boat. I un-
fastened the back clasp of my bikini top and let the
sides fall to the wood. Small white patches of my
breasts peeked from beneath my armpits. I rested my
head on my folded arms and closed my eyes. The puls-
ing heat and faraway drone filled my thoughts with
glorious nothingness.
I heard him before I saw him. The raft rocked
and a sluice of water fell beside me. He was older,
maybe 16, and taut and dark. His body shimmered as he
pulled himself up and rolled onto the raft. His soft
smile reassured me. I reached back, to refasten my
top, but he took the string from my hand and I
demurred. Wordlessly he climbed astride my back, his
cool skin covering mine, and licked along my spine. I
shivered and buried my face deep into my arms.
His fingers landed behind my ears and pushed
forward, brushing my ear, slipping across my cheeks.
I took his index finger in my mouth and sucked. His
tongue was an ice cube on my scalded skin.
Next his tongue traced the curve of my armpit,
flicking wildly into soft down there. Amazingly I
wasn't tickled, I was charged fully, aglow and alive.
I licked between his fingers and pressed my bottom
up, into his groin. His tongue rolled along the side
of my breast... It's incredible, I thought and turned
toward him. My hard nipple plunged into his mouth. I
raked my nails across his back and ground my groin
into his hip. I was on fire. Could this really be it?
Then he kissed my lips. His soft caress, his
firm warm lips, his tongue flicking deftly against
mine. I wanted to swallow his tongue, wanted to feel
everything inside me, but he held back, made me wait,
then engulfed my tongue as his strong hands slid in-
side my bathing suit and cupped my bottom. I was
shaking, now, uncontrollable. I felt his penis, rock
hard, straining against his suit. My hand, in-
experienced and awkward, felt its length, felt its
power. It twitched gamely, and I rubbed...
"Heather!"
It was my mom! Twenty yards away, on shore,
watching me be ravished by .....? I tensed, for a
second, then his mouth took my other breast and I
surrendered. His finger slid along the lips of my
vagina. I was soaking down there, I pushed toward him
and his finger slipped in.
"Heather! What are you doing?!"
"Go away, mother," I wanted to shout but in-
stead I sucked his ear lobe and cherished the feeling
as he pulled my bikini bottom down past my knees. Now
the hot air was cooling, as it wafted in my deepest
recesses. His hand pressed my clitoris and I pressed
back, pushing that hard small point down into my cen-
ter, forcing out the pleasure I'd never before...
"Heather? What are you doing?"
It was Tommy. I opened my eyes and flipped the
vibrator off. He was staring, amazed. I pulled my
nightgown down.
"Get out of here!" I yelled at him, but he
didn't move.
"What is that thing?"
"Tommy! Get our of here!" I yelled and turned
away, but he stepped up to the side of the bed and
sat down.
"That feels good, doesn't it?" he asked and
took it from my hand. The machine flicked on and I
felt Tommy's hand on my thigh. He started to raise my
nightgown but I rolled off the bed and glared at him.
He looked hurt.
"Do it yourself," I said, angrily, and walked
out into the hall. I was embarrassed, sure,
humiliated. And confused. In my room was my little
brother, jerking off with a vibrator, on my bed. I
paced up the hall, not sure what to do... Then I
walked back into my room.
His penis was tiny but hard. He gently rubbed
the vibrating red ball over the tip and I saw his
thighs tense with pleasure. His eyes were shut and
his other hand held the base of his penis tightly,
lifting it toward the mean machine. I had to smile.
It seemed like there was something good going
on here. I'd felt ashamed and embarrassed, but now I
felt closer to Tommy than I ever had before. He knew
my darkest secret and he didn't make fun of me. He
didn't hurt me, he made me feel better for his know-
ing. I sat down on the bed. He looked at me and
smiled excitedly.
"This is great," he whispered.
I shook as I reached out to him. I hesitated,
but then I took the vibrator from him and turned it
off and I felt stronger. I took his penis in my hand
and pulled on it awkwardly. I suppose I wasn't at all
sure, really, what to do. "Oh, Heather," Tommy
moaned, and I knew I was doing the right thing. The
bone in his penis felt funny, odd, but the skin was
tight and as the blood coursed through I felt a fa-
miliar twitch between my legs.
I rolled toward him, swinging my legs up
towards his head. My nightgown rode up above my
knees. I gripped his tiny penis in my right hand,
then slid my lips over the top. It was salty, but not
bad tasting, and now it jerked and quivered in my
mouth. I heard Tommy moan and he grabbed my leg and
pulled it close to him. Running my tongue the length
of his shaft, rubbing the firm white cheeks of his
buttocks, I felt him push toward me. He wanted me. I
felt him lift the hem of my nightgown over my waist.
I felt his fingers brush along my thighs, tentative-
ly, then press forward into my light blonde bush. I
felt my breathing quicken and as he slid two fingers
inside me I lifted my leg and straddled his head. I
worked his penis between my lips, rolling one way and
then the other, wrapping it in my tongue and then
sliding it in and out.
He lifted his face to my vagina and licked and
I started to come. I pushed my knees back and felt my
lips open and swallow his tongue. He flicked it in
and out of me surely. My breathing was heavy. I
grinded my button on his chin. My entire body felt
like a race about to be run, the pleasure sprinting
from muscle to muscle. My nipples were like steel and
rolled across Tommy's belly as if they could leave
marks.
I bobbed my head, faster and faster, slurping
up the saliva with which I coated his cock. In and
out, in and out, tighter and tighter I squeezed my
lips. More friction, in and out, more wet softness
surrounding his tiny penis, which I loved almost as
much as I loved him, and then it happened. He
screamed, a shout I felt move up me from the inside
out, and then he started to quake. A thin cream
landed on my tongue but I kept on licking and suck-
ing.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" he shouted, in time to my
rhythm. In and out, gliding over my soft lips, in and
out. I lifted my pussy from his face, but he clung to
my thigh, tightly. Again he erupted, a second serving
of that salty cream. I wanted to continue, I never
wanted to stop, but I heard him crying. I swallowed
his come, licked his penis clean, then ran my tongue
over the inside of this thigh. He clutched my leg,
lifted his face again to my vagina, but now the vi-
brations came from his sobbing. I disentangled myself
from his arms, turned around and hugged him. His
tears rained down on my neck, his right hand cupped
my breast.
"What's the matter," I asked.
He never did tell me. Later, he got hard again
and we fucked for real. It was hard to send him off
to his own bed that night, but we both knew we'd have
other chances. Tommy's been the best lover I've ever
had, but then, of course, he's my brother.
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