Chapter 1
I guess, in measuring the American Dream, that for any beautiful, well endowed chick like myself in her middle twenties, it can be best summarized as a stiff prick in my slick slit.
I hate to have to put things that crudely, but, after all, we're living in a blunt world. I just started coming of age on the subject of sex when my nephew moved in with me for a few days. Mind you, I was on my best behavior, since my sister-his mother-was in the hospital for a few days undergoing routine surgery.
The surgery that I underwent with Jim, however, was anything but routine, as I will elaborate on in due course. As a matter-of-fact he couldn't seem to get anything but hard. He is one guy that even probably jacked off in his sleep.
I think, though, that to set things in perspective I should go back to my first sex experience.
I was just a little beyond my twelfth birthday, and I had taken a walk after dinner.
I grew up in a corny little town in the mid-West farm belt, and one thing I relished was taking walks in the field after dinner. I'd go out for them after I finished my dinner and chores. It would give me something of a lift to leave the house and go away all by myself for a little while.
As I walked amidst the trees, the still air was disturbed by the footsteps following me. I stopped in my tracks, looking around and listening nervously as the trudging, uneven steps drew nearer.
I thought about running, but instead froze on the spot, one part of me damned curious and the other just being scared.
It turned out to be none other than my brother Hal, whom I had always detested anyway.
About that time he was drawing toward the end of high school, and as I observed him walking towards me, I noticed he was stumbling along with an almost empty bottle of whiskey dangling in his right hand.
"Howdy, little sister," he grinned crookedly after the surprise of seeing me wore off. "What the hell are you doing out here all by yourself?"
"Taking a walk," I said crisply, making a face after catching a whiff of his whiskey breath.
"I was doing a little fooling around with a girl in the barn," he giggled. "The things she didn't do to me. I held my own pretty good too, driving that hard ramrod of mine into her cute little snatch. Do you like hearing me talk about that."
"I do not. I detest it."
"No use getting all riled up," Hal laughed. "You're acting like some damned prude."
"Like hell I am. I'm acting like a decent girl."
"Decent girls aren't any fun," Hal laughed. "I like a gal with peanut butter legs."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean legs that spread easy," Hal burst into laughter.
I frowned, then exclaimed: "I don't find your humor the least bit funny!"
"If you opened your eyes and looked at yourself in the mirror, baby, you'd understand why guys want to talk sex around you. Damned, but you're already blossoming around the breasts. I like the way those melons stand out."
"You look mean and ugly when you've been drinking, Hal. Besides, you ought to be ashamed of yourself. You know what the preacher says about that kind of terrible sex talk-and what the Bible says too."
"But that isn't so." He grinned crookedly once more. "Even the Apostles drank wine, so why can't I let go a little?"
"That was different."
"There are all kinds of references to sex in the
Old Testament too," Hal chuckled. "So don't get mad at me."
I backed off a little as he moved a step closer. I found myself resting against a tree, unable to move out of his way any longer as he threw one of his long arms around my shoulders. His face wore a hurt look.
"I really don't like it when you get nasty with me," he said.
"I'm sorry if it sounded that way, Hal," I replied sincerely. "It's just that I hate to hear anybody talking dirty."
"Say, Brenda, did I ever show you the tree fort me and the fellows built when we were kids? It's a real beauty, and it's right around here."
"No, I never saw it."
"Come on and follow me."
I felt a little relieved by that point, figuring that his horniness concerning me had worn off. I had never seen him quite like that before. But, then again, generally he kept to himself when he was drinking. This time he was letting himself go.
I walked behind Hal as he led me about a half a mile to a clump of trees, where he stopped and looked into my eyes, a broad grin blanketing itself across his entire face.
"Where's the tree fort, Hal?" I looked around quickly and exclaimed in bewilderment.
Hal took a quick forward step. I moved back, once more bumping into a tree. This time it was a thick oak and he wasn't about to let me go. Hal seized on the moment by throwing his ham-like hands around my head and fingering my hair.
"Stop it! Let me go," I blurted angrily.
"You've got such smooth, beautiful blonde hair, sister Brenda," he grinned. "I suggest we make ourselves a closer family than ever."
He pulled me to him and kissed my lips passionately. I finally managed to struggle free, trying to run away.
But Hal was fast as well as determined, and in just a matter of two strides he caught me, throwing his arms around me and forcing me to the ground.
"Stop it, Hal, let me go," I screamed hysterically.
"No use getting all riled up," Hal grinned, overpowering me and pinning my arms to the ground. "Nobody is going to hear you way off here anyway."
Hal panted with anxiety as he leaned forward and kissed me, but before he could I grabbed his right hand and bit it with all my might.
"You goddamn little bitch," Hal staggered backward and fell on the grass, trying to protect his bleeding hand.
I took advantage of the opportunity as best I could, jumping to my feet and running. Once more Hal was in hot pursuit, chasing me through the trees and bringing me to the ground, this time with a perfectly executed flying tackle.
"You're going to pay for this, you little bitch," he said threateningly.
Hal forced his tongue into my mouth, working it around crudely. He ripped the top of my dress and shifted his tongue to my tits, working his way with great conviction around my nipples.
"Stop, Hal, please let me go," I sobbed.
I heard Hal get up. I looked up and there he was, glaring at me. He looked like an animal, panting and sweating. His right hand was still bleeding.
"All right, beautiful little sister, I'm not going to do anything more to you," he acknowledged with a sinister smile. "But I want you to do just one thing for me, and then everything will be fine."
"Please let me go," I exclaimed. "If you're a good girl, you'll do exactly what I tell you."
I watched with astonishment as Hal unzipped his trousers, taking out his hard dick. He sprawled out on the ground and spread his legs, stroking his huge, erect phallus.
"Crawl over here on your knees," he commanded sharply. "Come on, we don't have the whole fucking night. I'm not going to hurt you."
By that time I was scared of him, what with the liquor, the meanness and all, that I did precisely as he requested.
As I stopped a few inches from him, still on my knees, he looked at me and uttered a command.
"Open your mouth," he said.
Just to see to it that I did precisely what he expected, he reached out and gripped his fingers over my head. He clamped the fingers down with savage strength.
"No, please don't," I said.
"Shut up! You're lucky to get to suck a beautiful cock like mine," Hal exclaimed.
He shoved his cock forward, slipping it toward my mouth. At first I turned away and gagged.
"I don't want any of that," he said impatiently. "It isn't all that bad. Come on, now, and try it again. Don't swish the thing around in your mouth. Just move it up and down, like you're massaging it."
Too weary to rebel, and fearful that he would beat me up if I didn't do exactly what he wanted, I worked my mouth up and down Hal's long prick.
At first I wanted to throw up, but soon I found that I was developing quite a facility for it. As my tongue worked along the foreskin, I felt my heart beginning to pound with great exhilaration.
"Now you're getting the hang of it," Hal laughed. "Reach out with your right hand, baby. I want you to work your fingers around my balls. Come on and work the fingers, baby, and while you're doing that, keep up that steady sucking. For the moment I want you to confine your sucking to the tip of my cock. Then we'll work our way forward from there."
It was readily apparent that Hal was quite familiar with cocksucking activity. I recalled how many times he would vanish mysteriously into the night after dinner. I remembered how my father would get all upset about his being gone, and now it was becoming all too clear to me. He probably had a string of farm girls that he took on alternately, girls who sucked his cock and surrendered their pussy to him.
As I kept up the brisk stroking, Hal suddenly exclaimed: "I want you to start sucking on the rest of my cock now. Step up the action, baby, and work that tongue a little faster. Play with my balls and work the tongue all the way up and down my rod. Slide it fast, sweetheart, really let yourself go. Come on, little sister, I'm teaching you the art of cocksucking in one night.
Now go down there and really suck me. Work that tongue up and down my prick, and work it fast."
I began to slide my tongue more rapidly than ever over his intense, nervous rod.
I observed his body beginning to shake as I stepped up the tempo of the attack, working my tongue with spirited grace over his prick, letting the movement develop at a systematic level.
Pretty soon I found out that the rhythm was taking care of itself. I wasn't consciously doing anything. My head just seemed to mechanically bob up and down as I cut loose on his prick.
My fingers kept on consistently massaging his bulging balls, and as my tongue slid up and down his organ, I could tell he was getting close to the point of orgasm. Despite all my inexperience, I could tell when his breathing was growing short, that something was happening.
"Just get set for the juice," he exclaimed. "I'm going to unload a hot supply of pecker juice in your mouth. I want you to eat it, baby, I want you to attack every drop of the precious stuff."
Several strokes later he heaved a loud sigh. As his legs trembled like gigantic tree trunks, I felt the first few hot droplets of white, gooey cum shooting out of his pecker.
It took me completely by surprise, since, even though I knew something would happen, I'd never come into contact with a thick load of male juice up to that time.
The whole thing overwhelmed me, and I couldn't help but spit out those droplets of juice.
"No, stick with it," he said disgustedly. "Don't let that happen. Eat my load, baby."
It was no use, however, as I psyched myself out to the point where I was unable to handle his droplets of joy juice.
He looked down at the ground, his expression a combination of disgust and disappointment, as he observed his hot, white fluid.
"I wanted you to swallow them," he said. "You little dummy. You did all right up till that time."
"I'm sorry."
"You did like it, didn't you?"
"I liked sucking you," she admitted. "But that load took me by surprise. It's going to take some practice before I can learn to swallow it."
"You'll get plenty of practice with me around," he suddenly smiled, reaching out and patting me on top of the head.
He was right. During the course of the next year until Hal graduated from high school and left home I was entrusted with the responsibility of sucking his cock regularly.
I must say that I enjoyed the experience, even if he was my own brother.