Virgin Brother

Growing up, my life was a living hell. In the neighborhood we live in, everyone was obsessed with athletic and academic perfection. Unfortunately, I wasn't an athlete or a genius. My older sister, Jayla, however, was on the gymnastics team and captain of the quiz bowl team.

If it weren't for her, my life would've been much worse. She looked out for me and made sure things never went too far. Whenever pranks did cross a line, Jayla beat somebody's ass.

One day, after a particularly horrendous prank, one of Jayla's friends, Elena, helped me pick myself up. We started talking and discovered that we had a lot in common. Eventually, I got up the courage to ask her out, and she said yes.

We went on a few friendly dates, mostly hanging out with her friends, but our first real date was on prom night. It was supposed to be the greatest night of my life. That night, at prom, I caught Elena deepthroating her ex-boyfriend. As it turned out, she only wanted to use me to make her ex jealous.

Catching her with another man's dick in her throat destroyed me. I sank into an even deeper, dark depression. My grades slipped even lower, and I started losing weight, as I'd lost my appetite. After weeks of pointlessly living, Jayla staged a solo intervention in my bedroom.

"What's wrong with you?"

I stared at her blankly. "Nothing."

"Bullshit! Tell me what's really going on."

"Nothing; I'm fine."

"Do you know what F.I.N.E. stands for? Fucked up, Insecure, Needy, and Emotional."

"Stop watching my Netflix queue."

She smiled and laughed, but her eyes looked sad. "Seriously, mano; I can't help you if you don't tell what's wrong."

"Help me?" My entire body filled with rage. "Where was this help after Elena cheated on me?"

"She didn't cheat on you; you broke up with her. You walked out on her at prom."

"I walked out on her because I caught her giving her ex-boyfriend a blowjob."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about my ex-girlfriend, your friend, cheating on me?"

"Are you sure it was Elena?"

"Am I sure? She saw me see her see me, and when she saw me, she smiled. Then, he started laughing as he blew his load all over my girlfriend's face."

"Why didn't you tell me? I would've beaten her ass."

"I didn't want you to beat her ass; I just wanted to leave."

"Frankie, I am so sorry." She walked over and gave me a big hug. "At least you fucked her," she joked in my ear.

"I never had sex with Elena."

She stopped hugging me and grinned. "You're joking, right? Elena's the sluttiest girl in school."

"If she's the sluttiest girl in school, why'd you let me go out with her?"

"So you could get laid, duh. You had to have fucked her at least once?"

"No! She said she wanted to wait until after prom."

"And you believed her; how naïve are you? Oh my god..." Jayla was dumbfounded. "What are you, a virgin or something; how could you fall for that?"

"I'm not a virgin!" I yelled.

"Frankie?" She looked at me in all seriousness. "Have you ever had sex?"

"Why do you care?"

She grabbed my hand. "If I'd known that, I would've never let you go out with that slut."

I jerked my hand away. "Whatever! I don't even want to have sex anymore. I'm perfectly fine not having sex for the rest of my life!"

I don't know why, but she seemed offended. "You think you can live without sex?" She dropped to her knees and grinned up at me. "Let me give you a taste of what you're giving up."

Without warning, she yanked my pants down and started massaging the front of my tighty whities. My body tensed as she wrapped her fingers around my soft shaft. Her eyes widen, and she gasped, watching the cotton fabric stretch as my cock throbbed to life.

"Jayla, what...?" I could barely keep my eyes open as she pressed her mouth against my bulge and blew a breath of hot air. "Oh shit..."

She slowly pulled my man-panties down, kissing the length of my shaft until my dick sprang free. As she reached my tip, she twirled her tongue under my foreskin while wrapping her lips around my head. Her warm, wet tongue teased out the first glob of precum.

She pulled her mouth away and smiled at me. "You like having your dick sucked?" Before I could reply, she started stroking my shaft over her face. "Your dick is so big; I have to use two hands."

I looked down and smiled at the sight of my cock lying across her pretty face. Her hands pumped my shaft slowly, squeezing precum onto her forehead. She opened her mouth and drizzled my slime onto her tongue. My cock throbbed in her hands and coated her taste buds in watery goo.

I couldn't believe the electric energy flowing through my body as she wrapped her lips around my head again. Her hot mouth soaked my shaft as she engulfed inch after inch, moaning and softly bobbing her head down my length. It felt better than anything I'd ever felt before, but it was also weird. She was my sister, but she was sucking my cock like a slutty housewife.

As much as I wanted her to stop, I wanted her to slide my cock deeper in her mouth. She softly gagged as my pulsating head throbbed against the back of her tongue. I ran my hands through her hair and slid my dick to the back of her throat.

Without hesitation, she swallowed my head and gargled my tip. Her tight neck muscles massaged my tip while her tongue rubbed my shaft. She started rocking her head back and forth, slurping on my cock as her mouth filled with slime and saliva. The sticky mixture oozed out the sides of her mouth and dripped down her chin and neck.

As her mouth tightened, my ass clenched. I could feel a phenomenal explosion building in my balls, and I didn't want it to stop. It was more forceful than any beat-off session I'd ever experienced. I grabbed two handfuls of her thick, black hair and tried to hold my screams.

She gagged on the first blast of cum as it splashed into her throat. Before she could swallow, three more powerful bursts shot into her mouth. Like a pro, she kept her lips wrapped around my shaft, sucking and swallowing every drop, incessantly bobbing her head until I was empty.

When my cock softened, she slowly pulled away and licked my oozing tip. "Now, you can decide if you want to give up sex forever." She pumped my cock one last time before kissing my dick and getting up and walking out of my room.

I immediately fell on the bed, exhausted and overcome with confusion and salacity. My mind flooded with questions like, "What just happened? Did that really just happen?" and "Why did I cum so hard?" It was both disturbing and erotic; I honestly didn't know what to think.

More than anything, I wanted to know how she could do that and not feel weird. Was I a victim or the victor? Would we go back to the way things were before, or did we just cross a line from which there's no return?

That night, at dinner, I was quieter than usual. Jayla was excited about going to college and couldn't stop talking about living on her own and living by her own rules. While absent-mindedly eating, I heard my fork scrap against my plate. I looked down and realized I'd eaten all of my food; something I hadn't done in weeks.

"Wow, I didn't realize you were that hungry," my mother commented.

"Neither did I," I responded.

"Don't be modest, son. It's about time you showed some of that Nava virility. Our familia; the men's appetites extend far beyond plates of food if you know what I mean." My father smiled and jokingly elbowed me in the arm.

As my mother told him to leave me alone, Jayla smiled and winked at me.

After dinner, alone in my room, I thought about what just happened. She winked and smiled at me, so I knew she remembered what she'd done. The fact that she wasn't troubled by what we'd done made me think that it was normal.

By the time I fell asleep, I'd genuinely halfway convinced myself that it was okay. I even dreamt about us having full-blown sex.

When I woke up the next morning, I felt so wronged that I convinced myself nothing had happened and that it was all just a horrible dream. By the time I got out of bed, I was back to my normal depressed self. Jayla noticed me slumping around again and followed me into the kitchen.

"What's wrong now?" she asked.

"I had the strangest dream," I responded. "Strange isn't the right word," I thought to myself.

"What was it about?"

"I dreamt that you..." I shyly suggested something that involved her mouth, and she laughed.

"Frankie, it's okay; you can say it. I sucked your dick."

I was shocked. "Why are you saying like that?" I whispered.

"You don't have to whisper. Mom and Dad already went to work."

"I don't care where Mom and Dad are; that's not why I'm whispering. Why are you saying it like that?"

"How am I supposed to say it? I sucked your dick; that's what happened."

I was, again, overcome with emotion. "What the fuck? That really happened?" I fell against the wall and ran my hands through my hair. "How could you do that?"

"How could I do what? It was just a blowjob; it didn't mean anything. I just didn't want you swearing off sex because some dumb slut broke your heart."

"So, you thought sucking my dick would help? It freaked me out; it didn't help me." I began to panic, thinking about what would happen if people found out. I was barely surviving the eleventh grade as it was; how the hell would I survive another year? "Why would you do that?" I screamed.

"Do what?" she screamed. "You really need to calm down," she laughed. She grabbed my hands and pulled me away from the wall. "Do you want to know why I did it? I did it to make up for what Elena didn't do. Plus..."

"Plus what?"

"Plus, I wanted to suck your dick. Don't get me wrong; initially, it was all about giving you the experience of a lifetime, but when I saw that big dick..." She bit her bottom lip and moaned.

"My dick is not big."

"Not big? Mano, your dick is huge."

"It's not huge. It's the same size as the guys in porn."

"Yeah, that's fucking huge; all those dicks are fucking huge. Most guys have six-inch cocks. Yours is closer to eight inches; eight thick, long inches."

"If my cock was that big; I would have a girlfriend and wouldn't need a pity suck from my sister."

"It wasn't a pity suck. And if girls knew about big your dick, they'd be trying to jump on it all the time."

"But they don't, and they aren't. So, thanks for the pity talk, but I'll stick with my original plan. But don't worry; if I ever want to have sex, I'll just guilt trip you into pity fucking me."

I pushed her out of my way and got some leftovers from the fridge. With a plate of food in hand, I went back to my room and slammed the door shut.

Over the next few days, I stayed away from Jayla, changing my routine just enough to avoid her. I couldn't get over the fact that my sister felt so sorry for me that she decided to suck my dick out of pity. Every time I thought about forgiving her, I was overcome with anger and shame towards myself.

About a week later, while studying in the library during lunch, the prettiest girl in my Chemistry class, Stacey, came over to me. She had the biggest smile on her face and a devilish look in her eyes.

"Hey, I'm Stacey."

"I know. I sit behind you in Mr. Turner's class."

"Do you ever think about fucking me from behind while you're sitting behind me in Mr. Turner's class?" I genuinely did not know how to respond to her question. Before I knew it, she was showing me a dick pic someone had sent her earlier that day. "Is this your dick? Can I feel it?"

Again, she didn't wait for me to answer. She grabbed my hand and pulled me to the quietest part of the library, where no one could see or hear us. Stacey pulled my cock out, dropped to her knees, and thrust her mouth onto my soft manhood. Within seconds, I was hard and throbbing inside her sucking mouth. Her tongue danced around my shaft as her lips puckered and massaged my engorged veins. As I felt the back of her throat, she gargled my enlarged head.

The gentle squeeze of her throat and her hot, wet mouth overwhelmed me. As she pushed my cock all the way down her throat, my balls erupted and sprayed the back of mouth with thick ropes of cum. She held her mouth around my spewing shaft, desperately trying to suck and swallow all of my jizz. Her mouth overflowed, making her gag and choke as her throat filled with cum.

I pulled her off my cock and groaned as I continued gushing, spraying her lips and face with slime. She hungrily licked the cum off her lips before slurping off the cum that oozed down my shaft.

"Mmm, your cum is so thick and sweet," she moaned. She licked my cock clean until I was soft. "Call me," she whispered in my ear before leaving with some of my cum still on her face.

I fell against the bookshelf behind me, trying to figure out what just happened. Then, I remembered she had a picture of my cock on her phone. After thinking about it for a second, the only person who's ever seen my cock is Jayla, but wouldn't everyone know she took the picture?

The more I thought about it; the more I didn't understand. I spent all night trying to figure out how a picture of my dick ended up on Stacey's phone. After a while, I convinced myself that it was someone else's dick pic, and it was the beginning of another prank. But, why would Stacey give me a blowjob?

Slowly, I started thinking about the blowjob she gave me. Then, I couldn't stop thinking about the difference between her blowjob and the one Jayla gave me. If I'm honest, Jayla's was the better. Even though Jayla only sucked my dick out of pity, Stacey just didn't have as much talent. After a while, I realized I was thinking about my sister sucking my dick again, and it wasn't making me feel weird.

That weekend, I decided to confront Jayla finally. After our parents left for work, I stormed into her bedroom. I wanted to catch her off guard and expose the real reason she sucked my dick, but when I entered her room, her magnificent beauty stopped me in my tracks.

She was lying on the bed in nothing but an oversized shirt and the tiniest black and white polka-dotted panties. Her dark caramel skin tone looked golden contrasting against her light green shirt. When I got closer to her bed, she tossed her goddess-thick hair over her sexy shoulders and stared at me with her green eyes.

"Are you talking to me again?"

Instead of words, a deep grunt erupted from me. It was more of a growl, as my eyes trailed her sexy curves, poorly hidden by the loose shirt. Her cute, plump ass looked tight and bubbly under the polka-dotted lucent satin panties. I wanted nothing more than to lean down and bite her on the ass.

"Frankie?" She quickly realized why I was staring. "Is that the Nava hunger I see in your eyes?" She pushed herself up onto her knees and pulled her shirt halfway up her body, revealing her sexy navel ring. "Fuck me, Papi" she seductively moaned.

"What?" After pulling my eyes away, I demanded to know, "Why'd you really suck my dick?"

She let her shirt fall and laughed. "Seriously, mano? I already told you."

"No! You told me some bullshit to make me feel better. Now, I want to know the real reason."

"You already know the real reason; both real reasons."

"So, I'm just supposed to believe that girls are suddenly lining up to suck my dick? This isn't a setup to some fucking prank?"

"What girls?" Her eyes got big, and she smiled. "Who else has sucked that dick?"

"Oh, like you don't know. Why else would one of the hottest girls in school even look at me?"

"Frankie, I seriously don't know what you're talking about, but good for you. What's the slut's name?"

"You know damn well Stacey sucked me off in the library. I just want to know why. What are you up to?"

"I'm not up to anything; I don't even know Stacey. And I definitely don't know why she randomly sucked your dick in the library."

"Oh really? You don't know anything about the dick pic or how fast she made me cum?"

"No, but again, congrats on another BJ, mano."

"Jayla, I'm not playing. Why did Stacey suck my dick and where did that picture come from?"

"I swear to you; I don't know. I'm just glad to hear you haven't given up on sex. How was the blowjob?"

"You seriously don't know anything about a prank or a setup of any kind?"

"I swear. Now, answer the question; how was the blowjob?"

"Eh," was all I could say.

"Eh? What was 'eh' about it?"

"Eh, it wasn't as overwhelming as the one you gave me."

"What do you mean 'not as overwhelming'?"

"Well, hers wasn't as explosive. When you sucked my dick, I nearly passed out."

"Did you just compliment my dick-sucking skills? Does this mean you're not upset about the blowjob anymore?"

"No, I'm still upset, but I'm mostly upset because it was a pity suck."

"It was not a pity suck. I loved sucking your dick, and I'd happily do it again."

I don't know why or how, but I suddenly dared to say, "Then do it; suck my dick again."

We were both surprised by my belated empowerment. I pulled her closer, dragging her knees across the sheets as she wrapped her soft fingers around my semi-hard shaft. She stared into my eyes and raised her eyebrows as my cock hardened in her hand.

She used her other hand to run her nails up my scrawny frame, lightly tickling my nipples as she graved across my chest. When her hand reached my neck, she softly pulled my lips to hers. At first, I froze, still bewitched by her masterful hand and a little shy about French kissing.

"Don't be shy; give me some tongue," she moaned. I quickly slid my tongue against hers, and she quickly pulled away. "Too much tongue." After a few more pointers, I was kissing her the way she wanted to be kissed. "Put your hands up my shirt and gently massage my titties. Don't paw at my tits!"

I slowly slid my hands up her shirt, over her tight waistline and felt the soft flesh of her Latina tits. I remembered what she said, but when I felt her bare breasts, my hands went crazy. They childishly twisted her perky tits, promptly making her groan painfully.

"Seriously, mano! What did I just say?" She let my cock go and grabbed my wrists. "Gently massage; not brutally twist." Again, I slid my hands up her shirt, but this time, I obeyed and lightly massaged.

Once she was hot and moaning in my mouth, she wrapped her hand back around my throbbing cock. Softly, she stroked beads of precum onto her fingers. The gentle pressure of her strokes sent chills down my legs, making my knees wobble.

Enthralled by her stroking hand, twisting tongue, and soft, warm body, I was overcome with manliness again. I lifted her arms and pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her dark brown nipples. Without a word, I leaned down and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth.

She moaned and rubbed the back of my head. "Now, you're getting it," she sighed. She leaned back and let me taste both her cinnamon-brown gumdrops. When her nipples were aching, she moaned, "You want to feel a real blowjob now?"

"I knew that first one wasn't real," I remarked.

She felt my heart beating in my cock, thumbing in her hand as she stroked. Her fingertips slowly teased their way to my balls as she sat on the edge of the bed. As her tongue stretched out and flicked over my tip, my dick swelled and shot a string of precum across her face.

I shrieked as the slime splashed in her eye. "My bad, chica," I whimpered.

"It's okay. It's not the first time I've had cum in my eyes."

I was glad she wasn't angry and turned on by the sight of my goo on her face. Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at me and smiled. My cock throbbed again, oozing slime on her tongue as it passed over my head again. More goo oozed from my cock as she wrapped her soft lips around my head.

I remembered her breath being hot, but it felt hotter that time. As she engulfed more of my cock, her mouth watered and soaked my shaft much more than the last time. Her lips wrapped tighter, stroking my girth harder as she bobbed her head back and forth. She even moaned differently.