The making of Honey

My brother James is one year older than me and is sometimes all the great things a big brother can be. He's often also a total pain in the ass. Most of the time though, he's sliding around somewhere in the middle, making me laugh, showing me cool stuff and generally getting away with murder, because of that cute smile and puppy dog look he can pull.

He's technically a stepbrother, but our parents got together when I was about five years old, so I forget that bit all the time. He's just my annoying alpha male brother. I have to say though, he is cute. Which probably accounts for all the hot girls that hang around him. A lot of them seem like airhead sluts to me, but I think he's a bit of a slut too.

At 19 and 20 years old we're often home alone these days, with mum and dad retreating to the beach house on weekends during summer. We used to go with them all the time, but our lifestyles are more suited to the city on the weekends. So we find ourselves home alone together a lot.

This one morning I was in my room prepping for a party that night when James comes into my room, obviously bored and looking for something to do. He figured annoying me would be the thing to do I guess. I was in a short, flared skirt that floated over the tops of my thighs and a lightweight t-shirt, holding another top up to my chest in the mirror, trying to work out what to wear. On my tip toes, to emulate heels, I scrunched my face as I saw him enter in the mirror. It wasn't the right look. It needed a different skirt.

"Hope that face isn't for me," he drawls as he slumps onto my bed.

"What? Oh, no. I can't work out what to wear," I responded. "What are you doing in here? Can you get out? I have to change."

"Go right ahead," he countered. "I'll help. I'll tell you if it's a boy magnet or not."

Rolling my eyes. I groan. God, he can be such a pest.

"Don't you have something better to do?" Like bother one of your slutty girlfriends I thought, but didn't say. "And I have a boyfriend anyway. So I don't need to be a boy magnet," I declared righteously.

He laughed at that.

"Oh my god, is that dork still your boyfriend?" he teased. "I bet he hasn't done more than kiss you."

"Leave him alone," I spat back. "I like him. He's a nice guy."

"King freak more like it," James continued, laughing again. "You're never going to get laid with him. He wouldn't know what to do. He's shy of his own shadow."

It's true Alan is very shy and a bit awkward around people, but that's kind of the appeal I guess. He's really interesting intellectually and so attentive when we're alone. I do enjoy being with him, but James was right, I was never going to get laid and the lack of action was bothering me a bit lately.

I am still a virgin and I haven't even seen a guy's cock in real life. I did put my hand on Alan's once, through his pants one time in his room. We were kissing pretty heavily, he had finally plucked up the courage to touch my breasts - after asking me if he could! God, sometimes his nervousness was really annoying actually. So cautious. I thought I could encourage him to move things along and I was getting hot, so I slid my hand down his chest onto his cock. His body just stiffened and his face contorted. Then he jumps up and runs to the bathroom. He was in there for ages and when he came out, the font of his pants was obviously a bit wet.

He was really awkward after that, more than usual and ushered me out, trying to hide the wet spot. Later I realized that he must have blown his load in his pants! Oh my god. I didn't know it could go off that fast. But back to James, here in my room, teasing me. He was right. I wasn't getting anywhere soon with Alan and I still hadn't even seen a dick, let alone played with one.

"Whatever. I have to change," I sighed. "Can you get out?"

"Let me help. You're totally hot, you just need to dress like it," he declared with what seemed utter sincerity. "You'll be fighting off guys in no time. Don't settle for that guy," he said. "Seriously!"

"OK," I gave in. "But turn your back I have to change my skirt."

I stepped behind my open wardrobe door for a bit of extra cover. I was a bit shy changing with James in the room. Knowing him, he'd perv on me if he could. I did have a little tingle though. He said I was "totally hot" and I was sure I was blushing a bit. I've never thought of myself like that. I'm 5"8, long athletic legs because I like to jog. I do like my firm rounded butt. It bubbles just nicely, not flat like lots of those skinny bitches my brother hangs out with. It curves into a slim waist with perky C cup breasts above it. I like how my titties point up and jiggle when I walk if I'm not wearing a bra. I see guys look at them all the time, so I think they like how they look too. I wear my hair longish, in a short plaited ponytail most of the time, which shows off my slightly rounded face, high cheekbones and brown big eyes.

I slid the skirt down over my ass and dropped it to the floor, bending over to pick up the new skirt. Stepping into it, with my ass obviously sticking out from behind the door, facing James who's back is supposed to be turned, because I hear a low whistle sound. I whip my head around from behind the door and James is just staring, hungry, wide-eyed and smirking. Oh shit!

I wasn't thinking - I had no panties on. I hadn't yet dressed for the day and was trying on outfits. I hadn't put on my underwear yet. I nearly died of embarrassment. I pulled my skirt all the way up and rounded on him.

"Oh my god. You beast. I told you to turn around!" I screeched.

"Well shit, sorry sis. But, wow," he replied. "I did turn around, promise. But I turned back too quick. You have a really fine ass," he continued.

"I didn't know you shaved? You're bald as a baby down there."

Incredulous. I gasped, blushed bright red and slapped him on the face semi-playfully with the nearest thing to hand. Which happened to be the very pair of panties I should have been wearing.

"Yeah right. You couldn't see that," I claimed hopefully. Could he?

He grabbed my hand as the panties hit his face. Seeing what they were, just held them there and took a big mock sniff. Oh my god, what a creep I thought. Then he was pulling me into him and he grabbed my waist with both hands as I stood between his legs.

"Uh, what are you doing?" I asked.

His hands slid down my waist to the hem of the new body hugging short skirt I just put on. It was completely form-fitting, so hides nothing of my ass and hips. My heart started racing. What was that look in his eyes? Mischief!

"Can I have another look?" he asked, as his hands started sliding up under the skirt to push it up, cupping my ass cheeks as he went.

Oh my god. My blood was pounding, my pussy was tingling and my face was definitely blushing hard.

I quickly reacted, before he exposed my bare, freshly shaven pussy. I held the front of my skirt down and wriggled to escape the grasp of his firm hands on my bare ass cheeks. He held on, separating them a little in the struggle. My skirt was still sitting halfway over the top of them, exposing the bottom of my cheeks.

"Oh my god. what are you doing, you perv," I cried. "Let me go."

He could sense there wasn't total resistance. That mischievous look again. That sly smile.

"I'll show you my cock," he said, smooth as butter. "I'll even let you touch it."

My head was reeling. This went from zero to a hundred in about 5 seconds. He wants to show me his cock and he's feeling up my ass, trying to get a look at my pussy. My instinctive reaction was of course, emphatically no. What a creep. get out of my room. Go fuck one of your sluts.

But his response was he'd rather fuck me! Holy shit. What was he saying? My mind was reeling. I haven't ever thought of him like that, he's my brother. Well, he's not really my brother. Actually, to be honest, I had kind of thought of him like that. A little bit. Just dumb fantasy stuff like seeing his body, but then imagining it was another guy.

Also, I haven't seen a cock, I thought. I was privately super nervous about the first time I do see one because I wouldn't know what to do.

Then he snaps me out of my inner thoughts. He's let go of my ass now and lifted the front of my t-shirt to try and see my breasts!

I step back, swatting his hands away again, gasping.

"Stop that. You're such a perv! What's gotten into you?"

He just sat there, smirking.

"Come on sis. I know you're curious. And I can show you what to do with a cock. It's just playing around. Nothing serious."

I was losing my resolve and he could see it. He put his hands on the waistband of his shorts. Hooked his thumbs inside, to pull them down. I could see them tenting over a growing bulge. Gosh, was that a hard-on?

"You'll show me your cock?" I asked, testing out the deal. "If I let you see my vagina?"

"Yep. And I'll let you touch it too," He replied. "But if you want to suck it, you'll have to show me your tits and let me suck them."

"What!" I laughed back nervously. "I'm not going to suck it and I'm not showing you my tits," I responded.

"Why not?" he asked. "You'll want to suck it once you play with it, trust me."

"If you want me to play with it, or to suck it, you'll be paying ME buster," I declared with growing confidence. As if he was going to trick me into giving him a blow job.

"How much?" he asked back.

"I was kidding. I'm not doing that. What do you think I am?" I replied. "OK. Let's see it."

"See what?" he asked.

"Your cock. I want to see it," I replied sighing.

"Oh, now you want to see my cock," he teased. "So who's the perv now?"

"OK. Come on, let me see it," I whined.

"Nuh-uh, let me lift your skirt first," he countered. "I want to see that beautiful pussy of yours first".

Blushing again, I stepped forward, with a sigh. Standing there nervously. It felt so weird having someone look at me like that. Looking at a part of me. Obviously appraising me. Well, my pussy anyway. As he lifted my skirt over my ass again and pulled it up at the front, all the way up to my waist, he licked his lips, and a finger strayed over the outer lips. I quickly twisted away.

"I didn't say you could touch it!" I cried. Tingles shot through me though and he could see it in my face.

"God I really want to lick it," he whispered. The tone in the room suddenly shifted. It was breathless and heavy. He let go of me, my skirt still riding up at my waist.

"Pull my shorts down," he commanded.

I leaned in on my knees. He lifted his weight a little off the bed with his strong arms, as I gingerly slid his shorts down, under his butt and pulled. His cock sprang out as soon the waistband passed it and he let out a sigh, like his cock had been trapped in there and it was a relief to release it.

It was bigger than I thought and nearly hit me in the face. I didn't have anything to reference it to, but it looked really big to me. How could a girl fit that inside her? It was long and getting quite hard right before my eyes. It was a wonder to see, to watch it grow so fast and become so rigid. I had no idea James was endowed with such a big cock. I guess that's why all those girls hang around him.

He slid the shorts lower to his ankles and stepped his feet out of them.

"Go on, touch it," he encouraged.

I was just staring at it. It was weird, enthralling and angry at the same time. Fully hard now, I could feel the heat coming off it. The shaft was long and curved slightly. The head was a large mushroom and purple. I nervously put my hand around the shaft and looked up at him.

"Go on sis" he said. "Play around with it. Stroke it up and down with one hand and hold my balls with the other," he instructed.

I'd forgotten about the balls. Gosh, they were big too. I held the weight of them in my hand. They felt so funny. These balls inside a bag, soft, moving around as my fingers kneaded his ball sack. Does he shave too? It's all bald like me.

He was right. Again. Once I started playing with it, I really did want to lick that head. Suck on it like a lollypop. It's the shape, it just wants to be sucked. He saw me looking at it, my mouth slightly open. My tongue must have been out, wet with saliva.

"Go on, lick the head a little, on the underside there" he told me, touching softly where the head met the shaft underneath. "I can see you want to."

I cautiously touched my tongue under the head and licked up the seam to the tip. My resistance completely broken, I put my lips on the tip of his cock. Then opening them slightly more, I slipped my wet, soft lips over the end in a tight seal. My wet, warm mouth sliding over the head of his cock. I sucked on it like an ice cream until the whole head was in my mouth.

"Suck harder" he groaned, all gravelly in his voice.

With my lips sealed around it, I sucked and it swelled a little more. He groaned in absolute pleasure. I was stroking the shaft and fondling his balls. I started to take control, instinct telling me what to do. I licked my tongue around the ridge on the back of the head of his cock. Taking in a little more, a bit at a time, I was experimenting with sliding my mouth up and down on his cock, while sucking. It felt nice and I could hear his moans, the pleasure in them, they made me keep going, building up in intensity. I sucked on his cock, licking the head, stroking the shaft for several minutes, experimenting with my tongue, my lips and how far I could fit it into my mouth. He tried to get it into my throat, but I stopped him. I continued to suck it when I felt him stiffen his whole body.

"Oh god Honey" he sighed, almost grunting. "Oh, shi..."

His hands came to the side of my head, holding it on his cock, just as a warm eruption of salty cum exploded into my mouth, two, three, four times, filling it to the brim. Out of instinct, I gulped, swallowing one load, I pulled back my head, opening my mouth, some escaping, then another gulp, just so I could breathe.

"Oh my god," I gasped. "What the fuck?" I gulped again, some cum dribbling out of my mouth and down my chin.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry sis. I couldn't help it," he replied. I could see he felt bad, but in the next second a guilty wave of sweet relief passed over his face.

"Did you cum?" I gasped again. "In my mouth? You didn't warn me" I protested.

"Shit sis. I tried, but it felt so good and I thought I had time" he explained. "But wow, you swallowed like a pro!"

"You tricked me into blowing you!" I smacked him playfully, but also with a little sting to it. What a rat. He said he was going to help me, and was just getting himself off. I suppose he did let me practice giving head, but still.

"Honey, you were amazing. The way you were sucking, using your tongue like that, along the shaft as you sucked, and then that thing you did on the head" he carried on. "It was incredible."

I was blushing a little again. Recovering from the shock of my brother blowing his load of cum into my mouth.

"Really?" I was feeling relief. So I did know what to do and I discovered it feels amazing to suck on a hard hot shaft and play with the head with my tongue. What I really enjoyed was the power of it. Holding his pleasure in my hands. Well, in my mouth. Ha ha.

My pussy was really tingling now, and my breasts were feeling it too. Then I noticed, as I was still kneeling between his legs, he was slowly moving his knees back and forth across my nipples, and the sides of my breasts.

As I looked down to see what he was doing, he whispered "Let's have a look at them. I bet they're sensational."

"I think you've had enough for one day, mister," I said as I started to get up from between his legs.

"Uh-uh," he shot back, standing up as I got up, holding my waist firmly in his strong grip. "The deal was, you suck it, I get to see your tits. Remember?"

"No way!" I shot back. "I just sucked you off AND you blew into my mouth and now you get to see my tits too?"

He just replied, smooth as anything, "A deal's a deal."

"That deal sucks," I replied.

"Yep, and sucking on these gorgeous puppies was included," he said as his hands slid up, inside my top, to massage them. His eyes lit up, pleased to feel no bra, no doubt.

I have to admit, I was feeling hotter than a volcano between my legs and my breasts were so firm and plump. My nipples hard as rocks at his touch.

As I stood there, he started to lift the t-shirt, revealing my flat, toned tummy, hand sliding firmly across my skin, and up over my left breast again, grabbing it hard as he went. Pulling the t-shirt all the way up and over my head. Once the t-shirt was over my face, his hot, wet mouth latched hungrily onto my right tit and sucked hard. I gasped, staggered a little and with the momentum from the force of his mouth, I stumbled and fell back onto the bed. He came crashing down on top of me.

There, on the bed, his cock hard again, was rubbing right against my pussy. My tight skirt had ridden up as I fell and my legs spread to gain balance. It left very little length to cover my bald lips and now the tip of his erect cock was pressing against them, warm and wet as they were.

The recognition of the situation dawned on our faces at the same time. A slight pause, confusion, then in his face I saw naked unchecked desire take hold. He lifted his weight off me and in doing so, pushed his hips a little forward, parting my lips, sliding his cock into me. Gentle, but with a deliberate pressure.

My body was tingling all over by this point. My pussy soaked, wet and on fire. When I felt that hot, pulsing, soft round head, with the hardness of the shaft behind it, he parted my legs a little wider. No resistance from me, I was curious to feel it inside me at this point and there was something about his sense of control. A second later he was in me, pushing past my lips. Pausing, sliding out, then back in a little deeper. I spread my legs a little wider, looking up at the ceiling, thinking oh god, what is happening? He's fucking me.

Then a wave of pain washed through me. Sharp and intense. Over as quickly as it had begun. My virginity gone! He was pushing into me now, deeper. Recoiling and pushing again, in a rhythm I was beginning to match. His mouth sank onto my tits once again, suckling and licking them. His tongue playing across my nipples, flicking them, circling them, then a long hard suck, trying to swallow my breast.

James paused, pulled out his cock and standing back at the edge of the bed, grabbed me by the waist and flipped me over onto my front. He positioned me expertly, pulling my ass up, so I was on my knees with my pussy and ass high in the air, he leaned in and licked my pussy from behind, with a long slow lick. Oh god, shock waves echoed through me. His tongue finding my clit and teasing it mercilessly. I've never felt the sensation of a tongue sliding wet across my pussy. I was groaning now, squealing when his tongue lashed my clit. Then I felt his tongue probing my asshole. More waves of electricity. It made me squirm in delight and also horror.

"No!" I squawked as I tensed my ass, to force him out of there. "Not there. Please."

"It's OK sis," he soothed. "I'm just licking it. Today."

Relieved, I relaxed. But What? What did he mean by "Today?"

"This is a one time deal James," I gasped.

"Nuh-uh," He countered. "Sorry sis, this is too good." And then, his tongue was gone, the cool air on my warm wet pussy and asshole. Followed by the blunt force of his cock, pushing back into my pussy.

His finger, came around to twiddle my clit, while he pushed his cock so far in I could feel his toned abs against my ass cheeks. In and out, bouncing softly off his abs. I arched my back, to give him more depth. He rotated his hips to twirl his cock as me drilled into me. I could feel the pressure of his thumb at my back door. I reach back to swat it away, so he slapped my ass hard with that hand and put his thumb back. I swatted it again and he slapped my ass a second time, then a third, then a fourth. My ass cheek wobbling from the impact. Pounding into me now, I was moaning in pleasure. He was grunting with each push, we were building up. I could feel a rising sensation inside of me, emanating from my pussy to the brain.