It started out innocently enough. I had this compulsive idea of seeing my twin brother naked. Anyway, one day when mom and dad weren't home, Paul was in the shower. I screwed up my courage and snuck into the bathroom and stood there in a corner where he couldn't see me until he came out of the shower.
Eventually, the door slid open.
Paul stepped out. There he was, naked and dripping wet from head to toe. But I don't think I had time to take in any details.
He actually screamed and turned around to hide his privates. I ran out and hid in my bedroom and locked the door. A few moments later he came to the door and starting pounding. Boy was he mad. The only part of his ranting that I heard was, "I'm going to tell, Margo." I was crying by then and scared to death. I cracked the door to plead with him. He was already dressed. "You can't. You can't." "But you came in there when I was in the shower!" I don't remember how long I pleaded with him, but then an idea came into my head.
"I'll take off my clothes for you." Now he may not have been interested in girls at that age, but that was an idea that he couldn't resist. "OK," he said. It was only then that real panic set in for me. I couldn't believe what I had said.
I was trapped. So I backed into my room and he followed.
"Close the door." of course nobody was home, but you understand "and turn around." He did both. I slipped out of my tee shirt, shoes and jeans. "OK," I said nervously. He turned to see me standing there in my panties and training bra. I could tell he was stunned by seeing me like that, even though it wasn't much different than my bathing suit. But then he said, "But you said!" I was still trapped. "Turn around, again." I turned around, too.
Tears streaming down my face, Standing back to back with him, I took off the bra and dropped my panties to the floor. "OK," I said again. He turned to see my bare bottom. Then I turned, my hands covering what I could. Paul just stared. Slowly I let my hands drop to my sides, revealing my tuft of hair and everything else for that matter.
He stood like in a trance. Finally, one word, barely audible. "Wow." I turned back and rapidly got my clothes on. ============== A few weeks later, I guess Paul had been working up his own courage.
He decided to turn tables on me. I stepped out of the shower, and there he was. I screamed and turned around, but he didn't leave. With my back to him and a towel hastily wrapped around me, I said, "You'd better take your clothes off NOW!!!.
Everything!!!!" I heard the sounds of clothes being unfastened and dropped to the floor. When I turned, he was standing there hiding his privates. "Come on," I said. "I can't," he said. "Come on!!" He moved his hands away and his penis was standing straight out.
Guess what I said! "Wow." ============= When mom and dad were out, we would often find a way to see each other naked like that, especially in the shower. We got over the shyness about using the toilet with each other in the room.
Paul always liked to watch my pee come out and a few times, I did it in the shower stall for him. We even talked about our experiences with the opposite sex. At this point, I was letting boys feel me up and rub my panties. One day, Paul came in while I was showering. I asked him, "Will you come in and wash my back?" It was something I'd been dreaming about for months.
He undressed and came in. I turned my back and gave him the soap. Of course, I hadn't really thought much beyond getting my back washed. Paul lathered my back, and then my shoulders and then he reached around in front and washed me there. We had never touched like that. It felt sooooo good. I purred, "mmmmmm," and giggled when his penis kept knocking against my rear.
Then I turned and said, "Wash my legs." He was pretty embarrassed, but also excited. So he knelt down on one knee and started with my feet. As he worked his way up, I had decision to make. "You can wash me there, too." I had never let a boy actually touch my pussy, though some tried to push my panties aside or slip their hands inside. Let's just say that Paul did a wonderful job and I was moaning as he washed me there.
"Oh that feels good, Paul." "Your turn," I eventually said. I took the soap and lathered his back. He was so mucscular, so beautiful. "Turn around." I washed his now strong chest very affectionately and, a little nervously, started to rub soap on his penis and balls.
Then I too knelt down and washed his legs. Don't get too excited -- I never even thought of giving him oral sex. When I got to the top of his legs, I felt like his privates needed some more cleaning. His cock felt so strong in my hand. "Keep doing that," he said between deep breaths.
By then I was curious what would happen, though I knew from a theoretical perspective. All of a sudden, sperm shot out in bursts. Some hit the wall behind me. Some hit my cheek. Some ran down over my chest. He just moaned and moaned.
After it was over, I stood up and he washed me off. Then we hugged tight, our wet bodies pressed together.
"Oh, Margo." He held me tight and we kissed like lovers. Maybe, we really were. ============= Mom and Dad didn't leave Paul and me home alone all that often, and sometimes the timing wasn't just right. So after we had showered together that wonderful time, our sex lives progressed with other kids. At the time, I was going out with Mark, a boy a bit older than me. And after I had felt Paul's hand washing my pussy and seen him come in the shower, I had different ideas about my limits when alone with a boy.
Mark and I had a favorite barn to park behind, and as usual, we got into the back seat. When he reached up under my blouse and felt my bra, I said, "Why don't you take it off?" And while he was doing that, I was unbuttoning my blouse. He saw my breasts for the first time and it was delightful to have him rubbing me there. He kissed me there, too, and that was really wonderful. I didn't stop him when he slid his hand into my panties under my skirt and felt how wet I was. I was soon cumming as he did something I never expected he slid his finger into my vagina and started sliding it in and out.
Oh god so that was what fucking must feel like.
And I had opened his belt and zipper and pushed down his BVDs. I had never done that before, but now I had in mind what had happened with my brother. I took his cock out and started rubbing. It wasn't long before we were both a mess with his sperm. We both snuck home that night without being discovered, despite an obvious stain on my skirt and one on his shirt.
I told him he'd better volunteer to do the laundry. Mom and Dad went away for a weekend, so Paul and I didn't wait five minutes before we hopped into the shower together.
He'd been getting pretty far with my friend Carol, though they both swore they hadn't had sex yet. Anyway, the pleasure of being washed by such a gorgeous man was still intense. We took our time lathering each other's backs. Then facing each other, I scrubbed his wonderful chest as his hands slid over my breasts. That sure was wonderful.
My nipples were hard and I could feel myself getting aroused inside. He knelt down in front of me, first kissing and sucking on my nipples, then kissing my tummy. As he was washing my thighs he started to kiss my pubic hair. Oh my Oh my OH MY. Before he started washing my pussy, his tongue licked my pussy lips and I could feel warm slippery juices running down my leg with the water.
I had to lean against the wall, I was getting so weak in the knees. He was licking between my lips now. Then two fingers were up inside me, fucking me, oh yessssss. What had Carol been teaching him? Oh yessss. I was crying out with pleasure. After he knew I was satisfied, he stood up and I finished washing him.
I knelt down to wash his feet and legs and especially his wonderful cock and his balls. I wasn't exactly sure how to do this, but after the water had rinsed him off, I tentatively kissed his penis at the tip, while I was holding it with my hand. I knew what I had to do, but once again, I was nervous. I tried putting a little bit in my mouth.
Paul moaned and, well, I didn't die. I pushed my face down over it more and started bobbing my head so it went in and out of my mouth. It was Paul that was leaning against the wall and moaning now.
Then he said, "Look out, I'm cumming," and pulled himself out of my mouth. Sperm started squirting everywhere again including on my face.
I don't know why, but I wanted him to finish in my mouth. I took his cock back in and felt the last spasms of cum in my throat.
============= We both had dates that night and I gave Mark the same favor. Boy was he surprised. He gave me the pleasure of his finger and we both got totally naked for the first time, but he wouldn't lick my pussy. I went home pleased but feeling a little cheated and went to bed. Paul came back a half hour later.
I lay awake for maybe another half hour thinking about Paul. Then, only in my nightie, I went across to his room and pushed the door open. "Paul, are you still awake?" "Yes." "Can I come in?" "OK." "Paul?" "Yes?" "I really liked what we did in the shower today." "Can we do it again?" "OK" And I slipped into his bed.
I tried to get under the covers with him, but a twin bed is really small. It wasn't long before the covers were on the floor and he was laying on top of me. Then my nightie was on the floor and his pajamas were gone. He was laying on top of me, his hard cock pressed against my belly. We were kissing and his hands were massaging my breasts.
He slid down and kissed my nipples and slid down down down some more. What a feeling. Laying naked on a bed. My legs spread wide for a male who was hard and beautiful.
Soon his head was between my legs and he was once again that day licking my pussy. He leaned up to watch his fingers go into my love hole. "You're so beautiful, sis." He was thrusting thrusting thrusting and I was rocking with pleasure.
When he pushed his face into my pussy and drove his tongue in, I cried out. I suppose it was done better by other men later in my life, but to me then it was the most wonderful thing ever. I pushed him over and crawled between his legs. I kissed his legs and then his shaft and then took him in my mouth. I'm sure he had better later in life too, but he was moaning with pleasure and thrusting his cock up into my mouth as my mouth slid up and down over him for the ten minutes it took him to cum in my mouth.
I just swallowed it. Oh how I wished he wasn't my brother and we could make real love. The bed was uncomfortably small and we wanted to stay together, so we just crawled down onto the carpet with the sheets and covers.
We stayed awake for an hour, playing with each other, his fingers up inside me, his cock getting hard again, being stroked, more oral sex. In the morning, we awoke, took another wonderful shower and I made pancakes for him.
I told him about Mark and he told me Carol loved oral sex on her but wouldn't go down on him. We both chuckled. ============ Well, eventually, when I was 16, I ditched Mark in favor of Carlo, a college kid who didn't believe in virginity and was quite persuasive. Mom put me on the pill when she found out what was happening, but Carlo and I still used condoms.
Paul and Carol started fucking and were inseparable. She eventually consented to giving him oral sex and they managed to get together a couple of times a week.
You would have thought they were married except that sex took place in a car or family room. Paul and I continued in our semi chaste ways and went to bed to play together on the rare occasions when Mom and Dad took off for a weekend. On one such occasion, we went into Mom and Dad's bedroom for our usual hijinks. But it was getting old for us. After all, stopping is never fun, though you can't complain about getting oral sex.
It's just that it seemed silly and when you are in bed with someone, your inhibitions are already down. So this time, as we pulled the covers down and I had kissed Paul passionately, I asked him, "Paul, will you make love to me tonight? I mean, really really make love to me?" There was a tear on my cheek.
He pulled me close, kissed me forever, and slid me out of my clothes.
Then he stood back from me, looked at my body from head to toe, and said, "Margo, I love you so. You are so beautiful." "No condom, I said." We rushed back together. I ripped his clothes off. We verily crashed onto the bed. I was immediately on my back with my legs as far apart as they could go. We'd had enough foreplay before and didn't need any tonight.
Paul laid over me and I felt his cock against my pussy. He was kissing me and squeezing my breasts as I felt him slide up inside me. I wrapped my legs around him as his powerful strokes slammed into me. I was cumming immediately, it was so wonderful, so exciting, so long awaited. He was hammering the end of my vagina and I was crying out with pleasure. I felt his juices explode inside me over and over with each stroke.
We made love like that seven times that weekend. Why had we denied ourselves so long?