My brother at Christmas

by Tash I've had loads of emails from people who read about my brother and me when we were kids and lots of them wanted to know what happened the Christmas when we did it again.It was two Christmases ago now, and we were both going home to my parents' house. It was kind of a big family Christmas, all my dad's family was coming over and all my grandparents were staying there for Christmas. When I got back home to my parents' house on Christmas Eve my mum said that she'd made up my bed and would put John on the floor in my room, because my grandparents had his old room and the guest room. She said that if I minded she could set it up in Dad's study for John. I said that I didn't mind and in any case it was only for a couple of nights. John got back home later and we all had a really nice time that evening, catching up with all the relatives and swapping news. We had a bit to drink and everyone had a great evening. Anyway, later on, John said that he had better go and blow up the airbed and make it up, so off he went. It was getting late, and I was feeling pretty tired, so it wasn't long before I went up as well. When I got up to my room, John was just putting his sheets on and that, so I grabbed my pyjamas and went off to change in the bathroom (pretty funny, with hindsight!!) and get ready for bed. When I got back, John had got undressed and was in his boxers lying on his airbed reading. He's pretty nice looking really! I got in bed and he went off to get ready for bed. When he came back we just lay there for a bit, talking about the evening. We still get on really well. We were lying there looking at each other, and I said to him, "this reminds me of when we used to share a room." He said that it was just like it used to be. As we were talking, it was impossible for my mind not to wander back to when we shared before, and how we used to masturbate with each other. I was just thinking how intoxicating it was looking at his body as he lay there talking and I just laughed out! I said to him "do you remember what it was like?" He said he did. When he said that it felt just like it used to all those years before. I felt really young! Well, not young exactly, but girlish, I suppose. It was just weird being in the same situation as we used to be in when we were kids. There was a really long silence and we just stared at each other. Then I could see his willy growing and his shorts were moving! At that precise moment I knew that we would do it again. I laughed and pointed at it and he grinned too and said "Sorry. Can't help it!" "Come here!" I said, sitting up, holding out my arms, and he shuffled over and gave me a hug, kneeling by the bed. I put my arms round him and it was really warm and special, holding him like that. Then I felt his hands round my back, under my pyjamas, and he started kissing my neck. The feeling of his lips on my skin was so intense I could barely stand it. He was kissing my neck, kissing under my chin, and then his hands were lifting up my pyjamas and I felt him touch my breasts. I was in ecstasy as his hands touched me. I felt his hands undoing my top and pulling it off and I looked down to see him kiss my breasts, just kissing all over them gently. Oh my god! The feelings were so intense. I felt SO naughty and alive! "Stop," I said, and he knelt up a bit. It was his turn. I held him tight and started kissing his neck. I put my hand down the front of his shorts. Oh! He felt so stiff! I told him "you feel really hard, and big." John said "I'm just pleased to see you!" and we both laughed out. I pulled down his boxers a bit and grabbed hold of him properly and started wanking him gently. "I'd forgotten what this was like," he said. "Me too," I gasped. I couldn't even think what was going through my mind. I just felt full of obscene desire for him! He told me to stand up, and when I did he pulled my pyjamas down. I told him to stop and turn the lights off so anyone who came upstairs would think we were asleep. He pulled up his shorts and (trying to hide his stiffy!) went to turn the landing light off. I kicked my pyjamas off and sat down. John came back and turned the bedroom light off too. Actually it's quite light in my room from the streetlight and it's better to be a bit careful especially with our parents sat downstairs!!! THAT doesn't bear thinking about. He came over to me and knelt, between my parted legs, kissing my breasts again. His hands were stroking my thighs and the feelings were wonderful. I felt his hands reach higher and higher, closer and closer, and then they were gone again, moving away. It was SOOO nice, being gently teased like this. "Lie back," he said, pushing me onto the bed. I did, expecting to feel his fingers entering me. I felt his hands pushing my knees apart and then his tongue was on me, wriggling on my clitoris. Then I panicked! I mean, it just was too weird. "No! Don't!" I said, pushing his head away. "What?" he asked, confused. I said it was just too much. (since then, I have let him lick me there, and it's wonderful, but it just didn't feel right at the time) I said to come up here and I wriggled on to the bed. He took off his shorts and got on the bed too, kneeling between my legs again. He kissed my breasts again, and as I looked down I could see his willy hanging there between my legs. I could really imagine what it would feel like if he entered me. Actually, we've talked about it and both agree that we'd not do it. We've never made love and we've never kissed either. I guess this sounds weird, but it just wouldn't seem right!! Sometimes though, I wish that he would just do it! Well, I mean, I do at the time but afterwards I'm glad we didn't!! I think we will one day. Just a feeling! He put his hand down and then I felt him touch me. His fingers entered me gently and I could feel him moving my wetness around, up my lips and onto my clitoris. Then he started rubbing me. He does it sometimes just like he's wanking a little willy. He takes my clitoris gently between his finger and thumb and rubs it up and down. I adore this and he knows it! It makes me come in no time. His touching me felt so good. You know when you have that feeling like you're on your way to an orgasm? This was it. I knew it was just going to feel better and better until I came. I grabbed hold of John's willy and started wanking him. His face looked a picture of bliss. It's all a bit of a blur really, we looked at each other, and I knew what he was feeling, and he knew what I was feeling. I cupped his balls gently and he moaned a little when I touched them. His fingers flicked over me so quickly, and I felt them dip inside me now and then, spreading the wetness over me. ]Suddenly he stopped my hand and said, "Stop. I'm so close. Just start again when you're gonna come." God it was good, lying there, having him do this to me! He said, "I love the way you feel," and I felt like a million dollars. I felt an orgasm building under his fingers, so I took hold of him again and started wanking again. He felt as hard as could be, and his willy was all sticky and hot. Then suddenly he gasped, "This is it! Don't stop!" That did it for me. I felt myself disappearing into oblivion! If I close my eyes and think about it, I can see his face, looking so hot, and I can hear the little wet noises of his willy and my tuppence as we rubbed each other furiously, and I can hear our short breath. His willy suddenly started to go really big and hard, then he was coming and I was coming too. I could feel wetness running out of me and he squirted spunk all over my tummy and on my breasts. What a mess! But wow, what an orgasm! After we came down a bit, I was still holding on to him, and he was just gently rubbing me, we started giggling and couldn't stop. John said "That was a really nice Christmas present!" and I agreed. I grabbed a couple of tissues and mopped up all his sperm. Then we climbed under the covers, curled up together and went to sleep. When I woke, in the morning, John had gone. I got my PJs on and went downstairs and everyone was in the kitchen having coffee and chatting away. John looked at me and grinned madly. I was drinking my coffee and I realised that my fingers still had the scent of John on them. He looked quizzically as he saw me sniffing them and then he said in the loudest voice, "I'm really glad I came for Christmas." I nearly choked on my coffee. "Yeah," I said, "I'm glad I came too."