Her Naked Brother Uncovers Desires Ch. 03

Sunday was a difficult day for me. I was constantly horny. Fucking Jimmy the night before had done nothing to help me out sexually. It was great for him, but he hadn't given me an orgasm. I had come home and taken care of myself, then on Sunday I masturbated two more times. I was constantly horny, and each time I saw my brother it got worse. Examining Jimmy's dick and fucking him didn't change anything - I still seemed to be obsessed with my brother.

I went to bed early on Sunday night, evidently thinking that would make the night go faster. But I had a hard time getting to sleep, even after giving myself an orgasm, and then awoke early. I had to lie there just waiting forever for our parents to leave for work. As soon as they left, I walked quietly to Tyler's door and looked in. I was somehow relieved with what I saw.

He was awake, naked as usual, and with his usual erection sticking up. I didn't mean to, but I smiled.

"Come on in," Tyler said quietly. "You're right on time."

I didn't care if he sounded like he was laughing at me, or taking me for granted. I was just happy that he was awake and he wanted me to come in and see his erection. I know that sounds like I was being very weird, but that was how I was feeling.

I walked over and sat at the same place on his bed. My eyes were mostly fixed on his hard dick. I was mentally comparing it to Jimmy's. I was right - my brother's was a little thicker and about an inch longer. I could see it move, as if throbbing. I glanced up at his face and saw he was smiling. Amused.

"So you said you fucked Jimmy," he almost asked.

I had confirmed that yesterday in a quiet moment, and I nodded to confirm it now.

"How was he?" Tyler asked.

"Okay," I said. "Good, actually. Except I didn't - climax."

I thought to myself, "Climax? Really? It's called CUMMING! I'm sitting here beside my brother's naked, erect cock and I suddenly turned SHY?" Oh, well.

He was quietly looking at me for a moment before he said, "Maybe I can help somehow."

I didn't know what he meant, but I couldn't stop thinking about his dick, wagging there in front of me.

"Why don't you touch it?" he asked.

I started to reach my hand toward it, then remembered that he was my brother and stopped.

"Go ahead. It's okay," he said. "You need this."

Maybe I did need this. I certainly had been obsessing about it. And without any more thinking I reached out and let my hand wrap around his shaft. It throbbed again in my hand. Goodness it was hard. And soft. Like Jimmy's, it struck me as so odd that dicks can be so hard and soft at the same time. I let my mind soak the scene in as my eyes did the same. Soon I felt and saw my hand move up the shaft, slowly, savoring the sensations. Down and up over the shaft, feeling the slight bumps and seeing the skin move. Then suddenly I released it from my grip.

"Don't stop. It feels great," he said.

"No. It's wrong. It's... wrong." I couldn't explain why.

Tyler said nothing, just reaching out for my hand and placing it back on his dick. I didn't resist, and resumed feeling it up.

"That feels great," he said. "You feel good."

I smiled at the compliment, assuming it was one. And I began stroking more forcefully, with a firmer grip and from base to tip. Tyler was breathing harder, and moaning just a bit. Then I felt his hand on my breast. I nearly jerked away. My brother holding my tit? That wasn't right! But then I relaxed and let him feel me, realizing that things were now different between us. He squeezed my breast while I stroked his cock, and soon his hand was on bare flesh and he was feeling my bare tit. It felt so good I almost moaned. I couldn't help but smile as I looked up at him and saw him smiling at me. Another few moments and he was pulling my night shirt over my head with no protest from me. I actually wanted him to. I wanted to be topless in front of my brother, have him feeling my tits while I stroked his cock. Oh, hell, it felt so good. What was wrong with me? This was so wrong. This was so good.

I was lost in a dream world then, nothing existing except his hand on me and my hand on him. I was stroking his cock faster now, my excitement building. His as well, I could tell. His hand was squeezing, more like jerking, now. No rhythm, moans coming from him, his hips pushing upwards. His cock swelled and he let out a loud groan as cum rushed from his shaft. I watched it spurt high and land on him. And my hand. Again and again he shot into the air until there were only a few spasms left. I held his cock, playing with it lightly, as he calmed down.

He was barely over his convulsions when I felt his hand push into my panties, suddenly descending on bare skin until it held my pussy. I gasped in surprise, but then gasped at the wonderful feeling I got. Electricity shot through my body as he fingered my lips and pushed a finger into my hole. Yes! That was the feeling I had been missing. A man's hand on my genitals. Such a simple thing. And such a beautiful feeling that it didn't matter that it was my brother doing it.

Suddenly my mind was concentrating on me instead of him. His finger was pushing in and out of me easily as I was so wet. It felt so much better than doing it myself. I could feel an orgasm building quickly, much quicker than usual. But his hand felt so much different than my usual. When he began stroking my clit I cried out. I could hardly stand it. I quickly exploded. My orgasm was so strong it nearly hurt.

"Oh, fuck!" I yelled as I pushed my pussy into Tyler's hand.

I collapsed on top of him, loving the way he began to slide his hand over my back and ass. I felt like I had melted into a puddle. My entire body tingled. My first orgasm that I didn't cause myself. Oh. My, what a feeling! So much better than masturbating. This is what Tyler meant when he said I needed this. Yes, this was it. I savored the euphoria for several minutes.

But soon I was distracted by something sticking into my arm. It was Tyler's dick getting stiff again.

"Already?" I asked.

"It's getting there," he answered. "But you know, you got something on your cheek."

"What is it?" I asked, feeling my cheek.

My finger felt something slick. I looked at it, suddenly realizing it was his cum.

Tyler looked at me with a smirk. "Did you ever taste it?"

"No!" I quickly answered. It seemed gross to me.

"Go ahead." He said. "You will have to some time. You should learn to like it. Or at least put up with it."

I assumed that he was correct - I probably would have to taste cum at some point. So I might as well learn now. Besides, he told me to, and I felt like I should be doing whatever he was telling me. So I opened my mouth and tentatively placed my brother's cum into my mouth. I was aware that it was his, but what it would taste like occupied most of my thoughts.

Actually, it wasn't as bad as I thought. There was no strong taste. Mostly what struck me was how sticky and gummy it was. I had to test it to see if my tongue would actually stick to my mouth. It didn't.

"How is it? Tyler asked with a big grin on his face.

I smiled, then giggled, saying, "Not bad, really."

He smiled again and said, "Then you should try it from the source."

"Huh?" I was confused.

He glanced down at his cock, and I understood.

I thought, is this going too far? But hadn't we crossed that bridge already? I felt like we had gone too far when I went back to stare at my naked brother. Everything since has been just an extension of what already happened. Right?

Well, whatever. I started to reach my hand toward his cock to get some more "juice", but he stopped me.

"Not your hand," he said.

I looked at him questioningly, but he just looked right back at me. Challenging me? To what?

But then I suddenly knew. I guess I knew before, but now it was real. Oh well, why stop now? Besides, his dick had always been very attractive to me. Always? Well, for about a week, and right now that seemed like forever. So I moved my face toward it.

He was holding his breath. So was I. I reached out my tongue and swiped it on a bit of cum smeared on his dick. It jumped. He breathed. I gasped. I think I wanted more. I hardly had felt his dick. As I looked up, he looked pleased. I leaned in and wrapped my tongue around the other side of his shaft and wiped it around. He liked this better, as did I. I hardly tasted the little bit of cum I had gotten. My attention was more on the way his cock jumped, twice, and then seemed to grow bigger.

"Oh, that's nice," he whispered. "Put it in your mouth."

I was a bit shocked, then thought why am I surprised.

"Please," he said as his cock swelled to its full girth.

I hadn't realized that I was hesitating. I knew I was going to, as soon as he said it.

I leaned my face in towards his erection, opened my mouth, looked at his expectant face, and slipped the tip in my mouth as he moaned.

"Do you know. . . Blow job?" he managed to speak.

Of course I knew blow jobs. I had done it twice, on two guys. Actually, neither had been very successful, but I did have some experience.

I began to blow a little, lightly, waiting for his reaction. It wasn't good.

"What are you doing?"

"You said blow job," I answered after taking his dick out of my mouth. "I'm blowing"

"Blowing? No, you're not. You're. . . Wait. You know you don't really blow."

I tried to look like I knew what he was talking about, but I was confused, and he could tell.

"It's okay. I'll help. Just lick around the shaft with your tongue at first. Get it nice and wet."

I was so embarrassed. He had to give me instructions? I did what he said, wondering what I had done wrong.

"Push it further in," he coached, as I sunk his dick further into my face.

"Now bring it out, slowly, while you suck a little bit."

I wrinkled my eyebrows at him, wondering what was happening. But I did as he said, and to my surprise he made the loudest groan I had heard yet.

"Oh, fuck!" he said. "Yes. Do it again."

"I'm sucking," I told him, "not blowing."

"That's how you give a blow job," he said. "Sucking. Not blowing."

"Really?" I asked, looking up at him from his cock. It must have been a tantalizing sight for him. His expression was truly lustful. And gradually he realized that I was genuinely confused.

"Yes," he answered. "I don't know why it's called that, but there's no blowing involved.unless ... Sometimes you might just blow a little air over the top ..."

I pursed my lips as if to whistle, ready to try out whatever he was talking about. As I blew a bit of air over the tip of his cock, he jerked and moaned. I waited to see if that was a good thing or a bad thing. It turned out to be a good thing, of course.

"Oh," he moaned. "Nice." After I did it a couple more times, he said, "Not too much. You need to vary. That's just for emphasis. Something different."

As I slid his cock back into my mouth, he moaned, "Yesssss!" So I went back to sucking.

"Swirl your tongue around while it's in your mouth," he directed. "Yeah! Now, suck. Move your head back and forth. Get it deeper. That's it. Stroke with your hand."

He kept giving me directions like that, and I followed. I could only do one for a little bit until he told me do something else, then came back to it. I couldn't do them all at once. I started getting frustrated, but finally realized that was the idea. Vary, he said. Do different things. I was catching on. I began concentrating on changing up on the things he had taught me. Until he suddenly broke my concentration.

"I'm going to blow!" He suddenly yelled.

I wondered how he was going to blow. That's what I was doing to him. Then his cock swelled and he thrust his hips up, holding them there. I realized what he meant, and what was going to happen, just seconds before his cum shot deep into my mouth. I felt his hand on the back of my head, holding me there, keeping his cock deep in my mouth.

By the time he let go of my head I was choking. I jerked my head away from his cock, coughing from the load of cum as well as his cock being pushed back to my throat. As I coughed, feeling both mad and embarrassed, he finished moaning and stroked a little more cum out of his tip.

"That was good, Laura. Much better."

"I almost choked," I spat out, still unsure of how I felt.

"That's okay," he said. "You don't want to choke on cum, but if you choke on a guy's dick, that's fine."

I looked at him, again confused. I seemed to have so much to learn.

He continued, "If you choke on a dick, it makes the guy feel like he has a big cock. That's good. In fact, always act like his is one of the bigger dicks you've ever seen."

I laughed now. He went on to explain.

"Don't overdo it. A guy with a little dick knows its little. But he would still like to hear that you think it's a nice size. Not the biggest ever, but compliment it somehow. Like, 'Gee it's pretty', or 'super hard'. Never tell him that it's small."

We looked at each other and laughed. It sounded so silly. Me having just given him a blow job, laying there beside his cock, cum over both of us, and Tyler talking about what I should tell guys about their dicks. It was unreal! We had to laugh.

We continued doing the same thing every morning that we could. I loved playing with his cock, and he loved me doing it! I also liked learning more about pleasing a guy, and Tyler was a willing teacher. He taught me more about how to play with his cock, how to massage his balls, and lots of things guys like. And each "lesson" ended with my brother fingering me to a shattering climax. It was turning out to be a great summer.