I suppose it all starts with curiosity, doesn’t it? Brothers and sisters growing up together suddenly find themselves forced apart. Where once they shared a room, now she needs her privacy. Odd, isn’t it, that it is always out that way round. SHE needs her privacy….never HE needs his privacy.
No wonder then that brothers, whether younger or older are curious as to what the big secret is.
Allan is bi sexual. He is the only bi guy I know. He was telling me about when he and his sister went through puberty and the sudden, almost overnight changes that occurred.
“We were always goofing around together. Water play, rambling through the woods, doing dumb kid things like making dens, and we were used to seeing each other naked. I don’t think I even noticed when those little buds on her chest became more pronounced and the hair between her legs became, well, noticeable. But suddenly we were in separate bedrooms and I was being told that she needed more alone time. Not that she wanted it….well….at least not to begin with.
But then there were doors slamming, and, “Get out of my fucking room!” She turned from a real friend into a viscous bitch almost overnight. For a couple of years we barely spoke, but see, she wasn’t the only one changing. I began to become interested in what the big deal was about. So I would creep into her room when she was out.
I think the first thing I noticed in her room was the smell. Oh it wasn’t nasty by any means…..soap….perfume….but also something else. Something I couldn’t quite place. I would mooch around in there for hours, just enjoying being in there.
I guess we were both 16 or so before our relationship warmed again and she would tolerate me in her room, at first reluctantly, but soon with her usual friendliness. She would even change in front of me too and that’s when I realised what this extra scent was.
One day, she peels her clothes off down to her bra and panties and walked briskly past me. I was sitting on her stool and her waist was at about head height. As she past me I almost fainted. This amazing, sweet, and undeniably sexy scent! My brain seemed to do the sums in a heartbeat. That was it…..it was the scent of a vagina….a real vagina.
From then on, my exploration of her room focussed on her hamper. Panties. Sometimes several pairs in a day. All with that scent. That intoxicating scent.
Yes, I admit, I masturbated with her panties clamped to my face. I even ejaculated into them sometimes, but each time I did this I got scared she would find out.
I suppose you want to know if we did anything together? (Well….duh!) Yes and no. We never touched each other, but sometimes, we might masturbate together. It never started off sexily…we would just be hanging out….she might tell me about her boyfriend and that would get me hard (more listening to details about his cock than anything else) and we might end up with our hands between our legs going at it. I loved seeing her cum, it was so different to me, and she would always watched me shoot my load.
In the end, I told her I had ‘used’ her panties. She said she’d known for ages and didn’t mind, but what she didn’t know was that I’d been wearing them to school. I’d borrowed everything she had style-wise, from plain cottons to thongs, and I suppose that’s what helped me realise my feminine side.”
I’ve seen Allan in his sisters underwear, and it’s surprising just how horny he looks. You’d think a guy in a black lace thong with a hard on poking out would be a joke, yet somehow I find it really attractive.
So, another question….did Allan and I do anything? Up until yesterday, the answer would have been no. Oh, I've helped him out a few times by doing a makeover on him….a little foundation….a little lipstick and eyeshadow…..once made up he is surprisingly feminine. And so when he turned up on Sunday afternoon, I was more than happy to get the make up out. By the time I’d finished he looked really feminine. Feminine enough for me to gently kiss him.
He returned the kiss every bit as delicately as a girl would. In fact he is (and this will only make sense to girls who have made out with other girls) a really female kisser. Gentle, febrile, delicate. How did we begin kissing? I really don’t know…I had just finished his make up, and seamlessly we were kissing.
I wasn’t in the least surprised to find a trainer bra under his top, or a pair of white cotton panties under his shorts. I began touching him and talking to him as if he was another girl….telling him how beautiful he was, how much I wanted his vagina, how I wanted to finger him.
Of course, there was one insurmountable object in the form of a very respectable 7 inches of cock. But sex is mostly in the mind, isn’t it? Even a rock hard cock can be made to transform into a clit with a little effort on both sides. I kissed down his body and somehow managed to stop myself taking his dick into my mouth, which I wanted to do with every fibre of my soul. I pulled the crotch of his panties aside and licked the area beside his balls.I murmured “Your cunt tastes amazing, sweetie” I made sure I licked around and in between his balls before sinking a finger secretly up myself. I was flooding and that helped what came next. Slowly I pushed my finger deep in his bum. “Your cunt’s so tight…..so virginal.” Allan turned his head to one side and bit the knuckle of his thumb. I had pulled his bra straps down over his arms earlier and his totally hairless chest really did look like emergent boobs from the right angle.
I’m no expert on the male anatomy….not had enough of it yet…..but somewhere up there is the prostate, and I understand it can really make a guy cum. Either way, I loved having my finger up his bum. It felt…..oh I don’t know….’naughty’? No, not the right word. Someone out there will know what I mean.
So I gently finger fucked him and licked around his balls, all the time urging him to cum in my mouth. Pre-cum was pouring out of him and something told me the precise second to drop my mouth over the head of his cock. Whether he was ready anyway, or whether my mouth made him cum I neither know nor care. All I know is for the first time in years I had a mouthful of semen! And the feeling around my finger as he came! The same contractions my bum hole gives. I loved having my finger deep up his bum!
Which left me….horny as I’ve ever been, and with a seven inch cock at my disposal. Except it wasn’t at my disposal at all really. I couldn’t expect him to fuck me….not vaginally anyway. I decided I wouldn’t even ask. Maybe he’d lick me.
I needn’t have worried he was a gentleman….or lady….oh I don’t know, it’s confusing! He lay me gently on my back, pulled m panties aside (which I MUCH prefer to taking them off) and slid in me! After all this time! A real, live cock! I couldn’t expect a vigorous fucking. This was delicate, feminine, gentle yet firm. Allan fucked me to two delightful orgasms before he told me he was close again and asked me where he should cum.
There was only ever one answer, IN me, of course! I came for the third time as I felt him pump his load in my hole.
Afterwards, Allan and I swapped panties. I wanted to send him home smelling of me. Meanwhile, I had his sister’s panties to play with. Sure, they smelled of Allan, but they had her cum stains on the crotch, and that’s good enough for me.
So, I’m writing this with a delightfully stretched cunt, and a big BIG smile on my face. Oh I would have loved to be banged senseless of course, but this in its own way was just as good.
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