Chapter 9

The week following my first sex experience with my brother Mike was trying.

What made things particularly difficult for me was the constant urgings I had for his body. I couldn't hold back the waves of excitation that were seemingly always sweeping through me. I kept desiring his naked body, and my awake and sleeping hours were both dominated by the memory of his thrusting nude body cavorting with me inside his bed.

I confronted Mike two nights after our love-making session. My folks were out doing the shopping, and I felt that it was a perfect time for us to engage in some quick lovemaking.

"You know, Mike, I really love the memories of the other night," I smiled. "How about us getting together again?"

At that point something strange happened. His face turned pale and his hands began trembling.

"I can't," he said in a shaky tone.

"What's gotten into you, Mike?"

"I just can't, sis. It just wouldn't be right."

"Why not?"

"I've been thinking about our lovemaking, too, and the thoughts haven't been very pretty. I don't like the idea of seducing my own sister. It's a terrible thing, and I've awakened at night several times shivering with sweat just thinking about it."

"Don't let the guilt hang-up get you," I shook my head.

"I'm sorry, it just isn't right. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a date with Sarah."

"I'm a better piece of ass than that little whore," I reacted with wounded anger.

"Watch what you're calling Sarah."

"All right, I'm sorry. Maybe she isn't a whore, but I'm angry. I want some sex, Mike, and I want it from you now."

"like I told you before, you're not gonna get it."

"Just some quick sex. I won't even make you late for your date. Besides, she can wait a few minutes."

"That isn't the point," he said firmly. "No, I made my mind up. I can't allow myself to be tempted like that again. I'll accept the responsibility. I won't blame you. After all, I am your older brother. But we can't let anything like this happen again, sis. We just can't let our guards down:"

"I can hardly believe my ears. You really do have hang-ups. I thought you were a groovy guy who didn't let things bother him."

"Generally I don't, but this is something different. You are my own sister."

"What difference does that make if two people really dig each other?" I shouted.

"You're gonna have to excuse me."

With that he stalked quickly out of the house.

No sooner did the door close behind him than my whole body began to shudder. I threw my head into my hands and began sobbing unrestrainedly.

I finally had to go to bed and have myself a good sustained cry. As a matter-of-fact, I wasn't any good for the rest of the evening. I never came out of my room.

By the time the week had passed, I was bound and determined to snare Mike again. I couldn't help but recall how satisfying it had been for me to just watch his cock being fellated by lovely Sarah. I needed some of that action myself, and I wasn't going to rest easy until I got it.

It was a Saturday night when I decided to make my move. Mike had gone out on a date. This time it was somebody different than Sarah. Since my folks were gone away for the weekend, I figured that the opportunity was as ripe as it would ever be.

I turned down an opportunity to go out with Stan, giving him the excuse that I had a cold. He tried to talk me out of declining the date, even promising not to try and have sex with me. But I remained firm. My thoughts were focused exclusively on my brother Mike.

That whole evening, while I sat in the den devoting only scant attention to the television set that was on, I began formulating my plans.

After much thought, I came to the conclusion that the only way for me to achieve my objective was through even bolder action than I had participated in the first time. On that occasion I had trotted into Mike's room wearing my baby dolls.

This time I would go one step further. That's right, I would strip completely naked and lie down in the middle of his bed, awaiting his return from the date.

To bolster my courage, I went to the bar and opened a bottle of Scotch that my folks had been sipping on periodically for the last few weeks.

I had two stiff shots, then a third, after which I began to feel bolder and more reckless than before.

In fact, the confidence began to ooze within me to such an extent that I decided on strip-ping my. body devoid of clothes right on the spot.

I quickly undid my blouse and bra, tossing both casually to the floor.

I reached out and touched my ripe, creamy breasts, the same firm tits that both Stan and Mike had loved to devour. If I had my way, brother Mike would be devouring them once more very shortly.

Once I had removed my blouse and bra, it required just one simple step to unzip my slacks. I felt better than ever after stepping out of them. And after finally slipping my panties down my legs and kicking them off, I looked down at my snowy, white mound.

I got so itchy with expectation just thinking about Mike that I reached down between my legs with my right hand. I let my fingers move smoothly over my vagina, enjoying the firm contact.

I stopped short of creaming, though, deciding that I didn't want to engage in any pre-mature climaxes. I would wait until Mike came home, after which I would be ripe for plenty of action. I finally walked into Mike's bedroom, undoing his bed and turning back the sheets. Just climbing inside it once more caused the building sensations to return to my body.

"I've got to get another beautiful fuck from him," I told myself as I stretched out in his bed.

I then began the nervous wait for him to return from his date. I kept hoping that he wouldn't stay overnight at the girl's house.

It wasn't until a few minutes past twelve that I heard the sound of a car coming to a stop in the driveway.

"Here we go," I sucked in my breath tensely, awaiting the next course of action.