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Stacy & Steve [mf, inc]
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sister. If for some reason you happen to be offended by this, well DON'T READ
IT!!!! If you are under the legal age, DO NOT READ!!!!!!!!!***
"He's here!" my mom called from the porch. Dad and I raced down the stairs
to see my brother, Steve, who was coming home from college for Christmas break.
He stepped out of the cab, and I could not believe my eyes. He had changed so
much in the past year! He left a scrawny high school senior and was now back a
college man. And I do mean man. He grew at least 4 inches, and now stood at
6'2". Like all of us, he had dark hair and eyes, and I'm sure that my handsome
brother broke many hearts on that college campus.
I had changed a lot too in the year. When Steve left, I was 16, and still
was the
most underdeveloped girl in school. I was skinny, no form, and braces. But
a few
moths ago my braces came off, and I have developed--into the most popular
girl in
school.
As we all went into the house, I pulled Steve to the side to give him a hug. I
felt my body press against his, and I felt a little stirring in my stomach,
but I
brushed it aside. This was my brother, I told myself, not my lover.
He held me out at arms length and slowly looked me up and down.....and back
up again, taking in my long legs, slim waist, and ample chest. "Wow, Stace,
you've
really changed!" As he said that, I noticed that his eyes lingered on my
breasts.
"You too, Steve. So how's college?"
"It's cool. No big thing."
"I'm glad you're home," I said shyly.
He leaned over and gave me a quick kiss, which I expected to be on the cheek,
but it lightly brushed my lips. He gave me a sly smile. "Yeah, me too."
The next day, our parents were out visiting friends. Steve had a project to
finish, and he begged me to leave me alone. I couldn't. I was bored. My
friends
were all in Vermont, on a trip on which I was not allowed to go. So I had
to bother
Steve. I sat in the chair near the desk in the den, watching him work.
Whenever
he was concentrating, he chewed the side of his lip and pinched his chin.
It was so
cute!
He was getting annoyed with me and I knew it. "Do you have to stare at me?
Go play!" he yelled.
"Sorry! I'm bored, what else do you expect me to do? Come on, Stevie, play
with me!" I snatched up one of his papers and ran. He chased after me, and
when
he caught me, he grabbed me by the waist and fell on top of me. I was on the
couch, smushed underneath his huge body, with his arms wrapped around me.
And he didn't get up either. We laid there for a while, catching our breath.
Steve tried to free his hand so he could get up, and he accidently grazed my
breast, flicking my nipple. I got a weird sensation from this, and I felt
something
growing up against my rear. But that sensation went away when Steve cleared his
throat and got up, leaving me there pondering my feelings for my brother.
A few days later, I was just getting up, and I always take a shower before I go
downstairs. I don't know if I was groggy, deaf, or wanted it in my
subconsciousness, but I entered the bathroom while Steve was in the shower.
This
would have been no big deal, but I came in while he was getting out, and I
got full
view of Steve's assets, and boy were there assets! His chest was covered
with black
hair, but the ripples in his stomach were still visible. My brother didn't
even work
out! But below the belt was the most amazing thing. His cock was semi-hard
(who
knows what he was thinking about in the shower) and had to be at least seven
inches at that state. What a sight!
I had to hide my embarrassment (and amazement) by blushing, muttering a
quick "I'm sorry" and exiting stage left--fast. I ran to my room, closed
the door,
and thought about what I saw, and what I felt. When I saw Steve step out of
that
shower, I felt a feeling that I have never felt. My pulse quickened, and I
really
didn't want to leave. I was extremely aroused.
Steve didn't say anything to me about it. I thought that he would come into my
room and yell for barging in, but he did nothing. I guess he was a little
embarrassed too.
Steve was still working on that damn project, and I was determined to draw him
away from it. My first tactic (aka snatching the paper) was useless, so it
was on to
plan B. Get Steve's attention sexually. I was NOT trying to commit incest
with my
brother. An attractive woman in sexy clothes can get any man's attention,
and that's
all I wanted. ATTENTION. I was bored.
I dressed in a bra and panties set that I was keeping for my friend. Her
parents
would kill her if they found it. It had a garter and hose and the whole
nine yards. I
was going to put on heels also, but that was a bit much. The set was a deep
blue
(Steve's favorite color) and it complimented my teenage body very well. I
was not
going to walk around the house stark naked, so I put on a silky kimono that my
mother brought back from Japan.
I sat on the couch and watched Steve from afar. He really was a sexy
specimen. His dark hair was flopped over as he buried his head in his hand,
frustrated. Now was my chance. I slipped up from behind, placing my small,
delicate fingers on his shoulders. I could feel how tight they were. His head
popped up, startled. He didn't turn around.
"You need to relax." I started massaging his shoulders. I traced from his neck
to his arm and back. He didn't say a word but I could tell he was enjoying
it. This
continued for five minutes, when he swiveled his chair around.
"What the hell do you have on, Stace? Why the kimono?"
I smiled seductively and tilted my head. "I'm trying to get you to pay
attention
to me. Maybe this will help." I slowly untied the kimono and it opened
slightly to
give him a hint of what was under there. "Are you paying attention?" His eyes
lingered on the robe. I knew he was.
I slipped the robe off of my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He
could now
see my entire body. His eyes traced it too. He started at my face, avoiding my
eyes, to my neck. He seemed to zoom in on my breasts. The lace delicately
complemented them, and I was so hot that my nipples were fully erect, so I'm
sure
he could see them too. He then studied my flat stomach and the panties I was
wearing. The push of my pubic hair against the fabric was visible. Some was
actually curling around the edges of the panties, and was very sexy. He
finally took
in my legs, tinted blue by the stockings, but still long and slender and
sensuous. I
stared at Steve while he stared at me. He sweats were becoming more and more
tented as his eyes got lower and lower. By the time he reached my ankles,
he was
really hard.
At this point, I did not care that Steve was my brother. He was so damn sexy,
and I was so aroused that it didn't matter. I moved closer to him and
pulled him up
out of his chair. He was much taller, so I had to look up. I pulled up his
sweatshirt, and ran my fingers over his stomach. His skin was warm, but it
burned
at my touch because of what we were doing. He slid one of the bra straps off of
my shoulder, revealing a bit more of my breasts. I tilted my head back and he
leaned over to kiss my neck. I was in.....
"Beep!" The computer broke the spell. Steve pulled his shirt down and walked
over to the computer. "What the hell are you doing Stace? Put some damn
clothes
on. I'm your brother!" He sat down and began typing again. I was pissed. How
dare he? He was into it just like I was. I ran up to my room, flopped on
my bed,
and sulked for the rest of the day.
Someway I had to have Steve. I knew this, and I was determined to do it. I
knew that he wanted me as much as I wanted him, but he just couldn't face
it. If it
wasn't for that damn computer.....
I decided to write him a note. I left it on his night table where he was
sure to
see it. It said:
Dear Steve,
I'm sorry for being so forward today, but I
had to bring to attention what you and I both want.
Each other. If it wasn't for the computer, we both
would be happy and satisfied. I love you so much,
and what better way to show love? Please, I'm
begging you. I want you so bad. Please. I'll be
awake tonight, all night, thinking of you, so if you
change your mind, drop by. I'll still be wearing the
lingerie. I know you liked it.
Love,
Stacy
Just like I thought, Steve came by. It was about 2:30 A.M. when I heard the
knock at my door. He was wearing boxers and a white T-shirt, and in the
dark, he
still looked absolutely gorgeous. He closed the door quietly (our parents
room is
right next door) and stood there. "Look, Stacy, what has gotten into you?
What's
that note all about?"
"You know what it's about, or you wouldn't be here." I walked over to him in
the bra and panties and trapped him against the door. "Yeah, you want me....or
you wouldn't be here."
"Stace, look....you're very beautiful." He looked me up and down quickly.
"VERY beautiful......but, uh, I'm your brother, and......" He stopped
because he
felt a hand against his crotch. I began slowly stroking him through the
fabric and I
could feel him rising. "You may not want me, but something does."
"Oh Stace...." I slipped my arms around his neck and hugged him close, and
he returned it. I whispered in his ear, "I knew you wanted me." I took his
hand
and led him to the bed. He turned me so that I was facing the bed, my back
toward
him, and stood there. Then I felt a hand at my back as he unhooked my bra. My
firm, young tits sprang free, and my nipples were erect. He reached around from
behind and gave them a little pinch. I shivered. I turned back around and
pulled
his shirt over his head, revealing his oh-so-muscular chest. I pulled down
his silk
boxers and his cock bounced out. It had to be nine inches at the least.
The head
was glistening with pre-cum. I realized that I hadn't kissed Steve, so I
looked up
and searched for his mouth in the dark. I found it. He slipped his tongue
through
my lips, probing my mouth with it. I returned the favor, twirling my tongue
around
his and sucking on it.
Steve pulled away after a while and laid me back on my bed. He slowly
unfastened the garters and removed my panties. He moved up and kissed me for a
moment, then kissed my neck, my shoulders, and my breasts, where he stayed for a
while. He gently bit one nipple as he played with the other, and sucked both of
them like he did our mother's 18 years ago. He was definitely a breast man.
He moved down to my stomach, tracing my middle with his tongue. When he
reached my pussy, he lightly blew on my mound so that it tickled. I giggled. He
spread my lips, and I helped by spreading my legs wider. He lightly brushed my
clit with his thumb, sending sensations up and down my spine. His index finger
found it's way to my hole and slowly moved in and out. I moaned with delight.
Steve decided to replace his hand with his mouth. His hot breath against my
cunt was a sign of things to come. He flicked my clit with his tongue, and
then led
a trail to my hole, soaking up my juices. I was enjoying every minute of
it. His
tongue darted in and out of my vagina, licking my insides clean. I grabbed
his head
and pushed him in deeper, and as my passions grew, I began bucking my hips off
the bed, grinding my pussy into his face.
"Oh, Steve!!!!" I yelled as quietly as I could, if that's possible. "Oh,
God, I'm
cumming!!! Oh!!!" My orgasm swept over me like a wildfire. It started in the
depths of me, and slowly spread to the point of ecstasy. Every touch after that
moment sent me deeper, and Steve knew it, because he kept busy, slurping up all
of the effects of my climax.
When he was done, he climbed in the bed and laid next to me. I tuned him on
his back and mounted him, my cunt pushing against his hard cock. He leaned up
and kissed me, and I could taste all of my juices that he just lapped up from my
pussy. I pulled away, and worked my way down to that huge cock of his. It was
so hard that it pointed straight up, and it was still getting harder by the
minute,
jerking as soon as I got near. A droplet of pre-cum escaped from Steve's
piss hole,
and I quickly snapped it up with my tongue. I then moved to his thighs,
kissing and
nibbling at them, not at all neglecting his balls. I juggled one in my
mouth as I
played with the other, urged on by Steve's groans.
I finally went back to his manhood. I gripped his cock at the base, my
small fist
not even fitting around it. My mouth watered for the taste of his rod. I
slowly
devoured it, taking it in inch by inch until about half of it was in, the
head pushing
at the back of my throat. His thick cock, stretching my lips to the limits,
throbbed
and pulsated in my hot mouth. I let it out, releasing it just as slowly,
until just the
head remained between my lips. I then took his cock in and out very fast,
my hand
jerking him off in the process. He grabbed my head exactly as I had done, and
forced my mouth down on his cock harder. More and more cum was running out,
and finally Steve came, sending a stream of his sweet, salty cum down my throat.
I laid down next to Steve again, resting my head on his chest. "Do you think
what we just did was really that bad, Steve?" He shook his head. "Who cares,
anyway? It was good!" He rolled on top of me, pinning my arms above my head,
and planted a sloppy wet kiss on my lips. I could feel his organ growing again
against my thigh. My pussy was twitching, and I knew that I wanted him in me.
"Alright, Steve," I said between kisses, "fuck me!" He obliged. I spread my
legs and raised my knees to my chest so he would have easy access to my pussy.
He draped my legs over his shoulders so he could have it even easier. I
felt the
head of his cock at the entrance to my velvety soft vagina, stretching my hole
around his thickness. He pushed on and on I felt his balls against ass.
Then I said,
"Come on, big brother, fuck my brains out." Again, he obliged. I felt him
pull all
the way out and then jam it in all the way to the hilt, and I cried out with
joy.
Steve thought I was hurt. "You okay?" I responded by bucking my hips off
the bed and pushing his cock in further. He took this as a yes and began
fucking
me faster and harder. We developed a rhythm quickly, and Steve was ready to
cum in minutes. I wouldn't let him, so we held still until the feeling
passed. I
turned him over so I could ride him. He laid back on the bed, smiling, and
grabbed
two handfuls of my ripe tits. I placed my hand on his chest and began moving my
hips up and down, lowering my wet pussy on his throbbing cock. He was ready to
cum again, and again I wouldn't let him. I knew that when he finally came
it would
be a great one. I continued to ride Steve until I was ready to cum.
"Steve, I'm cumming!!! Ohhhhhhh!!!!!!!" He rubbed my clit and my orgasm
rippled around his cock. This was his signal, and like I said, his orgasm
was huge.
"Oh, God, Stace!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhh!" His cum scalded my insides for a full
minute! I laid there on his chest after we experienced our orgasms, his
cock still
buried in me. It was the greatest feeling in the world, having my dear
brother's
fresh cum lining the insides of my pussy. It doesn't get any better than this.
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