Chapter 1
My name is Mindy Roberts and this story begins six years ago, when I was a teenager. It's a story about the first time I ever got fucked-by my brother.
I had just gone to bed and was lying awake thinking. My parents had been killed in an auto accident and we buried them that afternoon.
I had moved in with my brother, Ronnie, who was twenty-three. He had an apartment and lived alone. I had no one else in the world.
Ronnie had always been very special to me, and I looked forward to living with him until I finished high school.
As I tried to fall off to sleep, I heard footsteps outside my room. Then I heard the door opening, and someone tiptoeing across the room. I kept quiet, sort of scared, but wondering what was happening.
The next thing I knew, Ronnie was pulling back the covers and crawling into bed with me! I wasn't wearing anything-I never do when I sleep-and I felt his body pressing against me, and he was naked, too!
"Ronnie!" I said, surprised and annoyed, actually embarrassed more than anything else. "What are you doing?"
He didn't even answer me. Then I started to get scared. But before I could say another word, he had crawled right on top of me and his mouth was pressed against my soft lips.
I could feel something very hot and very hard between my legs. I had never felt a boy's prick until then, but I had heard enough from other girls in school to know that he had a tremendous hard-on and was trying to shove it right into my tight, virginal pussy!
I struggled to push him away, but he was too strong for me. He held me down, shoved his hot tongue right inside my mouth, and kissed me wet and deep for a long time. I almost lost my breath.
I was panting and straining to try to get away from him. I thought he'd gone crazy!
"Ronnie, get off me," I shouted. "Get out of my bed. My God, what are you doing? I'm your sister!"
And then I felt his hands on my tits, and he was massaging them with eager, hot fingers. I had to admit that he made my tits hot and I felt a passionate, tingling kind of arousal in my nipples. Goose pimples welled up all over my tits.
But before I go on, I should explain right now that I was not exactly a cold fish. I had an exceptionally good figure for a young teenager.
My blonde, long hair hung down around my shoulders, and my body was always getting the eye from the boys-and some of the teachers-at school. After all, I had gigantic tits, and I was only a freshman! My waist was slim and my hips curved out in perfect proportion to the rest of my body.
In a swim suit, my legs were like . . . well, pretty damned nice, if I do say so myself. Very curvy. I guess men would call them sexy.
I have deep-blue eyes, and a full sensuous mouth. And my complexion is creamy-pink and soft.
As I look back now, I can understand why Ronnie had been so filled with lust. I was a pretty exciting young virgin. I was to find out later how many other guys wanted to fuck me besides my brother.
And, to tell you the truth, Ronnie was a damned handsome young stud himself. He had dark, brooding good looks, with big brown eyes that could melt your heart. And brown, wavy hair. His deep-set eyes and high cheekbones gave him a rugged, mysterious air that kept girls coming back time after time.
He had lifted weights in high school, and his build was fantastic. Big, bulging biceps and a broad, well-developed chest, tight waist and hard, sinewy legs.
So when he came into my bed, I was really mixed up. On one hand, I had always wished he was not my brother ... so I could date him . . . and on the other hand, I knew it was considered wrong to fuck him, because he was my brother.
I fought him, I guess more out of a reflex action than anything else. I was thrilled by the touch of his body against mine, especially that hard cock that was throbbing and pounding against my hot crotch.
But I was ashamed, I guess, to think that I was even thinking such thoughts. At that time, I was more concerned with what other people would think than about my own needs and desires-and Ronnie's.
He was so strong, and so big, however, that it was useless to try and resist. He was so filled with the need to fuck that there was no reasoning with him.
"I'm going to show you what it's like to feel a really big, hard cock way inside your hot, little cunt tonight, Sis," he said, his voice hoarse and eager. "It's going to happen sooner or later, anyway. It's only you and me now, you know. And as long as you're going to live in my apartment, and be under my supervision, why wait? The sooner you find out how good it feels to get a nice, hard fucking, the better for both of us!"
I gasped, surprised and full of all kinds of strange feelings, but I just let out a long breath and relaxed as best I could. What else could I do? I just prayed he wouldn't tell anyone.
"You've got beautiful tits, you know that?" he said, leering down at me. His mouth hung open, and he ran his hands all over my big, soft tits. His fingers were splayed out flat, and he let the soft flesh of my tits ooze between them deliriously.
I had to admit that he was turning me on-fast and hard. I felt a strange, urgent tugging inside my cunt as he massaged my body with his hands. He was gentle, and every place he touched me I felt tingling, exciting swirls of desire.
My face was flushed, and my tits were filled with anticipation and pleasure.
Then he lowered his head to my tits and ran his tongue all over. He licked and sucked and lapped his tongue over my tits until I thought I would go mad.
He made me so hot I didn't know what to do. At that time, as I said, I still had never been fucked. And I was still learning what it was all about to get wet in the cunt, and to feel all chilly and tingly, and to have my heart pounding in my ears over a boy.
But Ronnie sure taught me fast that night.
Pretty soon his hands were all over my body, caressing my hot flesh, fondling my tits, feeling my legs and my loins . . . and then running his fingers through the soft, thick curls that covered my tight little cunt.
When he put his hand there-right between my legs-I thought I would jump three feet off the fucking bed. I felt a bolt of excitement hit my cunt that I'd never felt before. Now, looking back, I'd like to relive that first, hot sensation all over again.
It still feels great, of course, when a guy touches my cunt. But there will never be anything to match that very first time. My cunt-lips almost burst as I felt Ronnie's fingers w parting my pussy-hair.
Then he was gently massaging my hot cunt-lips, making them drool with cunt-juice-and turning me on so fucking hard I damn near blacked out.
"Ohhh, Ronnie, my God, what are you doing?" I whimpered. "My body feels all funny and weak. I think I'm going to faint!"
He went right on running his warm, reassuring hands over my body, kissing and sucking my tits, smiling down at me as he got me hotter and wetter.
"You're not going to faint, sweetheart," he said softly. "You're going to enjoy the most wonderful thing a girl can get in life. You're going to get your first real fucking. And I'll be very gentle with you, even though I want to shove my cock in you so bad I could really ram it home. But I don't want to hurt you. And I want to make it as beautiful for you as I can."
I was so grateful to him at that moment, all I could think of was kissing him-and I did. I wound my arms around his big, strong neck and pulled him closer. I found his mouth and gave him the warmest, most soul-stirring kiss I'd ever given a boy.
I opened my mouth and pressed my warm, wet lips against his . . . and took his tongue inside once again. Only this time I let him know I wasn't such a green, naive kid as he u thought.
I might not have known much about fucking, but I'd done my share of kissing, and I gave him a good one.
As I felt his body close to me, and his mouth on mine, I also felt that hard cock of his getting harder and harder. It was pounding against my thigh with a steady, heavy thumping, getting hotter by the second.
I could even feel a thin, hot trickle of sticky, gooey wetness seeping from the end of it all over my leg.
Just the thought of having that big, hard, wide prick sliding into my cunt made me quiver and jump with excitement. I couldn't think of anything else. I couldn't control my body as it began to shake and tremble with passion.
When Ronnie pulled away from that long, hot kiss, he began playing with my cunt again. And this time, he moved his finger right up over that little pink mound of flesh at the top of my cunt.
When he touched that spot, I almost went right through the fucking ceiling. I felt a sharp, piercing ache of exquisite pleasure go streaking all through my pussy. My legs got weak and rubbery. My temples pounded with the beat of my lust-heated blood.
I didn't know what it was that he had done then. Later, of course, I learned that he'd merely touched my clit. At that time, I didn't even know the name of it. All I knew was that there was no turning back.
I was so fucking hot ... so greedy to feel his hard prick in my cunt ... so passionately blazing with a hot, craving need to get fucked, that I could think of nothing else.
"Ohhh, Ronnie, I'm ready!" I whined. "Take me, my love! Take me! Fuck me, Ronnie!"
I couldn't even believe my own ears. I'd never said "fuck" out loud in my life before then. I thought it was a dirty word that only boys used in the locker room. But I couldn't help myself. I was torn with a hunger for his mighty, meaty prick that transcended all reason .
"Patience, my dear, patience," he said coolly. "I have lots more to do before you're ready. Besides, we have lots of time. There's no one here to stop us. No one will walk in on us. We have all night. And once we start fucking, we're going to go on fucking for a long, long time."
I didn't realize then how true those words were to be. But right then, my mind was swirling in a dizzy, lustful haze that had nothing to do with reality. All I had on my brain was the thought of that wet, burning hunk of stiff prick that was rubbing against me.
I didn't want it against me-I wanted it in me. And right in my hot cunt. I wanted it deep inside my cunt, and I wanted to feel Ronnie's strong, handsome young body shoving it back and forth with all he could give.
"Ohh, please, Ronnie." I pleaded, beginning to cry softly. "Don't make me wait now! You've got me all worked up. I can't wait! Shove your cock into my cunt . . . it's all ready for you! I want to feel it way inside meee!"
But he just played more with my cunt-lips, making me squirm and twist with excitement and anticipation.
His hand was on my pussy, his third finger rubbing deliciously all over my clit, and his warm lips sucked constantly on my tit. I felt his tongue rolling around and around my hard nipple, and that chewy little pink nub was filled with exquisite waves of pleasure.
That breathtaking ecstasy rippled through both my tits and then down through that hot area between my belly-button and my cunt.
My cunt was getting wetter and wetter, dripping with my cunt-juice, making Ronnie's finger all soaked and slippery. He slid it gently, in a little circle, all around my erect clit, and every time he touched that sweet nub I got a hard, aching stab way up in my cunt.
It was enough to send a young virgin into hysteria, and as I look back on it now, I don't know how I lived through the wonderful experience of that night-the night of my first fucking.
"Uuuggghh, Ronnie, ohhh, that feels so good," I sighed heavily. My body was straining to push my clit harder against his finger, to open my cunt wide to his touch, and to feel him plow his fingers way into my pussy. I wanted it all, now that I had tasted a bit of this delicious dream. I would never be satisfied again to just dream about a boy's hard cock, or his hands touching my soft body . . . now I wanted a hard, deep fucking . . . and I didn't want to wait another fucking minute.