Chapter 3

At six o'clock the next morning I woke up with my bladder about to burst. Running to the bathroom so I could pee, I didn't stop to think that somebody might already be in there. Only the light spreading out from under the door stopped me from crashing inside and embarrassing some other member of the family on the John.

Clad only in my shortie see-through nightie, I decided not to reveal my presence, even though my kidneys implored me to yell for whoever was inside to hurry up. Putting my ear to the door, I listened to figure out who might be inside, holding my thighs together to staunch the flow of urine. I picked up a series of rasping moans. When they didn't stop, I leaned down toward the keyhole so I could see what was going on inside.

On my knees, I centered my eye on the small opening and peered into the bathroom. At first all I could see was the sink, but by shifting around I could take in other parts of the bathroom in small segments.

Silently cursing whoever was making me wait when I had to pee so badly I could practically taste it, I tried to maneuver my line of vision in the direction of the toilet. Finally the white globe of someone's ass appeared, squashing on the toilet seat.

The ass was smooth and hairless so I knew it wasn't my father's. I'd seen Ginny sleeping before I'd left our bedroom, so I knew it wasn't her.

As I worked my eyes up the slender body I knew it wasn't my mother either. The chest was flat.

Now I saw the head. There was a blue baseball cap cocked on the back of it, a shock of orange hair pushing out under the bill. Under the hat my eleven-year-old brother Billy's freckled face twisted as though he were in some kind of agony while he moaned softly.

I tried to figure out what was wrong with Billy. At first I thought he was having trouble with a bowel movement, but then I saw that the lid of the toilet seat was closed and that hesvas sitting on topof it.

If he wasn't using the toilet, why was he naked? He usually wore, pajamas to bed.

Then I saw his pajamas crumpled on the floor. Looking back toward the toilet I saw that Billy's hand was in his lap. He seemed to be holding something between his legs. I could see that his hand was moving back and forth. He seemed to be stroking something, but it was hidden by his thighs and I couldn't see what it was.

Then, with a low groan, he shifted his position on the toilet seat and I could see what he was holding. Suddenly I was looking between his parted legs straight at his hairless crotch and watching Billy run his clenched fingers up and down his stiff cock!

He was jacking off, pumping his meat for all he was worth. With a perfect view I could make out the head of his cock, rubbing purple by the intense friction he was applying to himself. The agony I'd thought his face was contorted with was actually pleasure from the thrill of his foreskin chafing back and forth over the end of his prick.

Watching him made my pussy twinge as I suddenly remembered how badly I had to pee. Feeling a hot rush between my legs, I placed my hand against my crotch to stop myself.

There was immediate wetness against my fingers, but it seemed different than urine. It was thicker and stickier. Curious, I brought my fingers to my lips and tasted the musk of my own pussy juice. Suddenly I realized that watching my little brother beat his meat had turned me on without me knowing it, I looked back into the keyhole with renewed interest, returning my hand to my wet pussy. Billy's cock seemed to have gotten longer, standing perhaps four inches in his sliding grip. His moaning was more intense than ever.

The only times I had seen Billy's cock and balls they had been all shriveled up after he'd taken a bath. I couldn't believe that he could get his dick so hard and thick. It was still nothing like Dad's, but it certainly would be some day if what I was seeing this morning was any indication.

While I watched Billy, my fingers slid into my pussy and I started masturbating just as furiously as my little brother. In a moment my rubbing had as much rhythmic intensity against my slobbering cunt as Billy's fist did up and down the erect shaft of his prick. Matching each other stroke for stroke, we advanced head to head toward orgasm.

Then, after a furious blur of pistoning pumps, Billy's cock seemed to jump from his loins like an enraged snake. The purple head twitched and then abruptly shot forth a white glob at least six inches in front of him.

"Cream!" Billy cried. "I got cream! Wait'll I tell the gang!"

I gasped, realizing I was witnessing my little brother's first sperm. I couldn't help licking my hps.

Billy's cum oozed all over his hand as he stopped spurting. The bathroom light glistened off his fingers* making them look like he had just stuck them into a bowl of Mom's cake frosting. Truly, his cum looked good enough to eat.

But just because his prick had stopped erupting didn't mean that my coming had ceased. I had no wad to shoot to signify that my orgasm was over. The longer I played with my pussy, finger-fucking it and rubbing my clit, the longer I was able to keep on coming.

Then, suddenly, a burning mass seemed to knot within my cunt. The interior of my pussy throbbed, the recipient of an intense pressure that seemed about ready to burst my loins. Something inside of me desperately wanted out.

I was afraid of what might be coming next, but I stubbornly refused to remove my hand from my cunt, agitating it to the ultimate so the bursting secret of my loins could be unleashed.

A slave to my curiosity and the mysterious sensation, I temporarily forgot about Billy. I glanced at the doorknob and saw it was turning. In a second we would be face to face unless I ran.

But his cracking voice paralyzed me as it pierced through the door in equal parts of fear of being detected and anger that someone was spying on him.. "Come on, who's out there?" he demanded as he pulled the door open. "Can't a guy even get up in the middle of the night to ... to, uh, relieve himself?"

"I saw how you were relieving yourself," I said, looking him straight in the eye as the door flew all the way open.

He stammered, totally thrown off by my frankness. As I stood there before my naked brother, virtually nude myself, I was almost as astonished at what I'd said. The words had just come out as though they were the only ones to say.

While he continued to sputter, my gaze gradually lowered down his bare body. He was a good-looking kid, with a lot of muscles for an eleven-year-old. His legs were getting longer and more sinewy everyday. Soon hair would start cropping out on his body. Under his arms. Some on his face. And a big orange patch at his crotch to match the fiery thatch on his head.

But one part of his body was ahead of ail the rest. Maturity had already made deep inroads between his legs, thickening his prick and making it capable of four or five inches of twitching erection. White cum was smeared all over his cock-head.

Despite the fact that it had just shot an apparent bucket of sperm, Billy's prick was as hard and stiff as ever. His cock loomed stiffly in front of Mm as he confronted me, his developing balls tight and blue just beneath it.

"Are ... are you gonna tell Mom and Dad?" he finally forced himself to ask.

"Maybe," I teased. "Unless ..."

"Unless what?" he asked suspiciously.

"Unless.. . unless you do me a favor," I said coyly.

"How much of a favor? What is it?"

"You know," I said suggestively, looking straight at his throbbing hard-on.

When he realized what I meant, Billy's freckled face turned chalk-white. Then it turned bright red, as a blush spread over his whole body.

"You mean ... you mean ..." he sputtered.

I just nodded my head, keeping my eyes on his pulsing dick.

"You mean you want to suck my prick?" he managed to spit out the words.

I answered by reaching out and taking his cock and balls in my hands, slowly sliding his taut foreskin over the knotty end of his dick. Quickly his resistance melted as his hips started automatically moving, thrusting his prick deeply into my grasp.

Moving him backward, I maneuvered Billy into the bathroom, kicking the door closed behind me exactly the same way I had done a little over twelve hours before when I was with Ginny in the bedroom. When he was in front of the toilet, I dropped to my knees and pushed him into a sitting position, clutching his cock in my fingers.

Hungrily, I savored the head of his prick in the bright fluorescent light of the bathroom. Its little slit drooled a viscous glob of cum.

Flicking my tongue out, I snagged the drop of sperm and popped it into my mouth. Rolling it around over my tongue, I savored my first taste of male cum.

Billy's sperm was so sweet I couldn't believe it. The more I tasted it the more I knew that I had to have more. My need to suck my brother's cock was now as great as my need to breathe.

Settling my lips over the head of his prick, I tasted my first dick. The pungent mixture of sweet and sour made my nostrils flare and my mouth salivate.

Nibbling eagerly downward, I swallowed all of his cock-head and slid down his slippery shaft. Pulsing between my nibbling lips, Billy's cock began jerking in my mouth, vibrating in a classic fucking motion. Within seconds he was in my mouth all the way to the sac of his tight, young balls, screwing me in the mouth.

Billy pumped his prick expertly in my sucking mouth. My lips squeezed like a cunt around him, applying the divine pressure required to make him come for a second time within minutes.

Recalling what I had seen Mom do to Dad, I slid my fingers under his hairless nuts and into the sweaty cleft of his tight ass. Up between his clenched cheeks I searched for the pucker of his asshole, feeling the tender flesh of his crack.

When I found it I stuck my finger in the center of his tiny hole and wiggled it inside. The way his sweet young cock jumped down my throat when I started finger-fucking his ass, I knew he liked it.

"Oh, God, Tina," Billy moaned as he squirmed on the toilet seat, "do it to me! Do it to me!"

Swallowing as hard as I could, I took his balls in my mouth along with his cock. They were as hard as rocks, but as sweet as plums. I wanted to suck them inside out.

Billy's ass bounced on the toilet seat as a spasm ripped through his body, driving his slim cock into my throat. Sensing what was about to happen, I pulled my finger from his anus, bending it at the knuckle so it would rip out.

"I'm coming!" he cried. "Tina, I'm coming!"

The cream he was so proud of filled my mouth and gurgled down my throat as he came in my mouth. My stomach was coated with sperm as it gushed from Billy's dick. Sliding my lips up to the tip of his prick, I sucked on his cock-head like it was a piece of juicy ripe fruit, drawing out every drop of the sweet nectar from his boyish loins.

Even though his cock stopped spurting and started to wilt, I kept sucking, trying to keep it hard with my tongue and lips. I wanted more.

"I can't keep it up any more," he complained while I kept blowing him.

"But I wanted you to stick it in my cunt," I whined, reluctantly releasing his flaccid tool. "I wanted you to fuck me."

"I can't," he shrugged his shoulders.

"That's not fair," I pouted. "I got you off. What about my pussy? Girls are people too, you know."

"Gee, I'm sorry, Sis," he said forlornly, pushing his baseball cap on his head and rumpling his red hair. "I'd like to ... to help you ... but I don't see how I can." He gestured toward his shriveled meat.

Determined to come, and flaunting my experience, I dropped back on the floor, feeling the cold tile raise goose pimples on the cheeks of my ass while I parted my thighs. Seeing the expression on his face was as accurate a reflection of my open pussy as if I'd had a mirror between my legs.

"Gosh!" he said in wonder. "I didn't know you were grown up enough to have hair growing on your pussy, Sis. Your cunt looks almost like a woman's I saw in a dirty book Jimmy Rooker swiped from his brother."

I smiled, proud that the sight of my cunt had made my little brother drool even though he was too sexually exhausted to get his prick up. Maybe Billy wouldn't pop my cherry this morning, but at least I had a sure-fire plan to have him make me come.

"Eat me," I ordered. "Get between my legs and eat my pussy."

Gasping at the opportunity which I presented him, Billy fell to his knees, his mouth watering just inches from my gaping snatch.

"Put your mouth against it," I directed. "Put your lips against my cunt like you're kissing it."

Billy's mouth pressed against my box with hot suction, his lips and tongue coming to life the instant he tasted my sweet pussy lips.

"Stick your tongue in me," I hissed excitedly. "Fuck me with your tongue if you can't do it with your cock."

At his age his stiff tongue was almost as long as his erect prick. It slid between my pussy lips, engorging my fuck-canal. I began moving my hips so I could feel the penetration to the maximum.

I started to feel an orgasm almost immediately, my pussy steaming in his sucking face. His tongue stabbed further and further inside me, filling me with hot goodness, dosing my eyes, I imagined with his prick inside me, pumping back and forth in a fucking frenzy.

The scent of my foaming cunt filled the air as a new torrent of orgasmic juice was released from its convulsing walls. The smell of my own sex was intoxicating, exciting me as much as the tongue fucking my pussy.

"Oooooh," I moaned deliriously as the climatic forces rippling through my body walled me in, making me a prisoner of my own orgasm. Pussy juice ran down my legs and drenched Billy's face as I came and came and came.

Exhausted as my orgasm finally ran out, I dropped my knees, releasing Billy's head from the compression of my thighs. Plopping my legs to the floor, I lay there with my cunt glowing while my brother pulled back and wiped his face.

When I regained my composure, I looked up to see Billy on the toilet once more, playing with his cock all over again. Incredibly, it was hard again.

There was no need for either of us to say anything. It was obvious that my little.brother was now fully capable of fucking me. When I saw Billy's stiff cock, I was more than ready to start all over again.

I beckoned him, telling him with my eyes and my spread legs to mount me and fuck me. Oh, God, how I wanted him to pop my cherry. How I longed to spill my virginal blood all over the slick bathroom tile.

Billy got up off the toilet and moved toward me, his young cock bigger than ever. The blue veins pulsed just beneath the white skin of his shaft. The knobby head was glowing with arousal.

He kneeled between my parted legs and I grabbed ahold of his tool, getting ready to guide it into my juicy slit. I could just imagine the head of his cock splitting my pussy lips, inching inside my hungry fuck-canal. My hymen palpitated within my cunt, aching to be broken.

His cock would sUde right up my pussy, filling me with gristly male warmth. He would move in and out, fucking me to the hilt. Our breathing would become harder and harder. I'd wrap my legs around him. At last he would pop my cherry and then come. The blood would run out of my cunt in a thick pink mixture with his cum. My orgasm would be so great I wouldn't be able to stand it without screaming.

"Oh, Billy," I cried, "fuck me! Fuck me!"

I yanked his prick toward my dripping crotch, feeling its knotty head push between my slimy cunt lips. The pulsing was like having a hot coal in my pussy, and I loved it.

I let go of Billy's cock because by now his thrusting pelvis and grinding hips were doing all the work. An inch of his shaft pushed in along with his prick-head. Answering back, I began my first real fuck by lifting my ass from the floor and swallowing two more inches of his cock in my cunt.

"Fuck me, Billy!" I cried. "Stick yOur cock in my cunt as far as it'll go! Fuck me hard!"

He humped me so hard that his baseball cap flew off his head, revealing the full shock of his red hair. His freckled face slid against my cheek as he slammed his groin against my bucking crotch, cramming his prick into me to the hilt.

"Yeeeeowwwww!" I shrieked as the sharp pain from my tight cherry spread through my loins.

"What's the matter, Sis?" Billy gulped, pulling back both his face and his prick a couple of inches in surprised response to my wild behavior.

I cinched my legs around his waist, trying to pull him back into me so I could recapture the exotic pain of having my hymen stretched by his dick. "Just shut up and fuck me!" I panted with feverish excitement.

But before the end of his cock could bruise against my cherry again, something drained the color from his freckled face. Then my mouth flew open as the same thing abruptly affected me.

Something pierced through the early-morning air that sounded like an air raid siren. When I looked out the bathroom window and saw that the sun had come up, I knew exactly what it was.

"Dad's alarm clock!" I said frantically. "He's getting up to go to work. He'll be here in a minute to shave and brush his teeth."

"I'd better get off you or he'll find us here fucking," Billy gasped, and sprang to his feet.~His stiff cock, wet with my pussy juice, glistened and twitched in front of him.

Quickly I jumped up beside Billy. Pulling him with me, I snapped off the light and opened the door, running toward the kitchen as I heard Dad's footsteps down the hall.

Hiding behind the refrigerator, we heard the bathroom door slam and the water start to run. "We'd better get back to our rooms, Billy," I said, "before Dad gets through in the bathroom and comes in here to make breakfast."

Squeezing his cock one last time for good luck, I slapped Billy across his bare fanny and sent him running, thinking wistfully of what might have been if we had just started rucking a few minutes earlier.

When I heard Billy's bedroom door close, I tip-toed to my own room, hearing Ginny as I crawled into bed, still a virgin.