Claudia

I guess looking back on the whole thing after these years I can be a bit more analytical about it. I was fifteen, almost sixteen, as I remember. My brother Darren was twenty. He was in college and I really looked up to him, talked to him a lot for advice and stuff. Not like when we were younger and I thought I couldnÆt stand him. He had this great girlfriend, Jenny, and I remember I was insanely jealous of their “perfect” relationship.

One night I during the summer I was lying in bed not able to sleep, when I heard Darren come in the house. It was his last night at home before going back to college the next morning. He had been out on a date with Jenny, and it mustÆve been nearly midnight. I switched on the light and got out a book, so he might come say goodnight or talk, which he sometimes did. When he came up the stairs, he came in and I asked him how the date was. Then we started talking about this guy named Brian I liked at summer school and I was getting all melancholy. We talked very low, almost in whispers, since our parents were asleep downstairs. Then for some reason I asked him if he and Jenny had had sex. He seemed uncomfortable to admit anything, but I said “I promise I wonÆt tell!”.
“Yes, we have” he said, not looking at me.
“WhatÆs it like, sexà?” I asked. He seemed truly uncomfortable at first, but then started telling me about how wonderful it was. He whispered, like he was telling me a secret. I sighed and said ” I wish Brian liked me in that wayà..But hell, I wouldnÆt even know what to do!” ThatÆs when I noticed DarrenÆs bulge in his pants, down one leg. He mustÆve seen me because he suddenly tried to cross his legs. More than my curiosity aroused, I looked at him with fake surprise and said “Do you have a hard-on?!” He blushed and nodded.
“Sorry, I canÆt help it, all this talk of sexà.”
“Can I see?”
“WHAT?? Are you crazy?” He said. “And what about Jenny?”
“ItÆs only me, silly. It doesnÆt even count! IÆve seen you naked lots of times! ” This part was true, but it had been years. “Come on. IÆm not going to DO anything, scaredy cat! I just want to lookà.”
He reluctantly stood up and undid his pants. Pulling his jeans and briefs down together in one motion, he sat back down on the edge of the bed, his pants at his knees. His swollen pink penis flopped semi-rigid and rope-like in his lap. I scooted up in bed, the sheets still around my waist, for a closer look. I remember pushing him back onto his so elbows so he wouldnÆt block the light from the nightstand. It lay there against his belly, and I reached over to pull his shirttail up. I let my fingertips brush over its length, almost forgetting Darren was there. He tensed and caught his breath, and I quickly withdrew my hand. “What?!” I said, startled.
“No. That felt good.”
Taking that as “go right ahead”, I again let my fingers explore. More out of novel curiosity than out of trying to give him pleasure, I wrapped them around the shaft as I curiously explored all the bulgy veins and the tight plum-like head, in magical amazement as it grew and hardened in my hand to six-plus, thick inches. I noticed we were both breathing heavy, and I was squirming as my crotch began to tingle with wetness. I was enthralled by its hardness between my fingers. And its size!
“Damn, Claudia!” he gasped. “If you donÆt stop that right now, youÆre going to make me come!”
“So you want me to stop?” I asked, wondering what exactly would happen.
He didnÆt say anything. So I just smirked at him and continued to play with it. I kind of stroked up and down, being new at this sort of thing this seemed natural.
“Shit! IÆll get you for thisà.!” He whispered, trying to suppress a grin. His hand wrapped around mine and started pumping hard. Almost instantly he orgasmed, hot semen squirting onto his chest and belly in rythmic thrusts – I swear could feel it coursing thru the base of his penis.

My face was hot and I noticed that I had been humping my heel (I was sitting indian style) under the covers. He must have seen me thrusting – I was INCREDIBLY turned on, and was very close to comeing myself. He was staring at my aroused brown nipples through the thin white T-shirt I was wearing.
“I cant believe I let you do that!” he gasped in disbelief, but still smiling. He took his shirt off and started to clean up the come with it. The smell was something else – at the same time gross and arousing.
“Sorryà..I just wanted to see what would happen. It was fun though, wasnÆt ità?” I said as sweetly as possible. He again said nothing.

“Does Jenny give you blowjobs?” I asked, to break the awkward silence. He nodded.
“And what about you? Do you give à heràumàyou knowà”
“Yes.”
“Is that good? For you, I meanàisnÆt itàkinda gross? ”
“ItÆs Incredible. For the guy, even. Honest. ItÆs hard to describe.”
“à.Can you show me?” I asked timidly. After a long pause he stood up, pulling his pants back on, and started to leave. I was instantly sorry I had asked.
“IÆm going to bed” He said. He stopped at the door and turned. “You know, with the lights out, completely dark, lying in bed, you can really use your imagination. ItÆs kind of neat. You can pretend anything!” He kind of smirked, and left.

I lay there thinking about what he said. I figured he was telling me to just get myself off and cool down. I turned out the light and started to fantasize about what had just happened as I pinched at my sensitive, almost sore nipples. My hand reached down to my sopping wet crotch, skipping all the “foreplay” and diving right in with two fingers. I needed this bad! I just let the pleasure build, but suddenly stopped short, my heart skipping a beat: What if I sneak down the hall and crawl into bed with Darren? Is that what he meant? What would happen? I was so turned-on by this thought that I found myself standing in front of his door at the other end of the hall. I was naked in the moonlight at the top of the stairs, my t-shirt on the floor in my doorway, my teenage b-cup breasts pebbled with goosebumps. Suddenly self-conscious, I quickly entered and clicked the door shut behind me. It was pitch black and cool. I fumbled for the edge of the bed and slid in, instantly feeling the heat of DarrenÆs skin next to me. He was naked, with his back to me. I reached over to touch his back. He rolled over and we instantly locked in a deep french kiss. His hand caressed my breasts – that felt SO good! – and I could feel his cock hard against my thigh. I felt a finger on my clit, and my knees parted voluntarily and let it slip inside. I came. Fortunately my moan was suppressed by his tongue, but I could feel him grinning in the dark.
Then he propped me on my back, knees up, and knelt between my feet. He bagan to lick my pussy lips an clit – I thought I was going to pass out it was so wonderful. The next few minutes were a blur of color in the dark as waves of unknown pleasure had me writhing around on his tongue. I almost donÆt remember him entering me. We fucked hard, me thrusting my hips up to his every stroke, until we both came. The Darkness was perfect. I was Jenny. He was Brian. Hell, he was Simon LeBon!!

We fell asleep spooning, and I vaguely remember him entering me from behind at some wee hour of the morning. Something made me come in my sleep! At 4 I tiptoed back to my room. I slept late the next morning, intentionally. He was gone when I got up. We pretended it never happened

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