I was approaching the kiss like a lesson, studying it, trying to memorise the moves. But when he tilted his head, and I did the same, and his tongue ever-so-gently entered my mouth and caressed mine, I completely forgot about paying attention.
It was soft and sweet at first. His tongue teased mine, until I began to respond, caressing his tongue and dancing with it, in my mouth and in his. I melted toward him, winding my arms around his neck, and he wrapped his arms around my waist. Suddenly his hesitation was gone and he was pulling me closer. I pressed my upper body willingly against him, a strange but pleasant electric feeling running through me.
I heard my own soft sound of pleasure as he sucked gently on my lower lip, and I tried gently nibbling his in response. Alec pressed hard against me, and I realized we were reclining back onto the couch, his body over mine. I didn’t mind. My breasts were pushing right up against his hard chest, and I could feel my nipples harden and become extra sensitive. It was a good feeling. I began to run my hands over his back and shoulders, appreciating the tensing and un-tensing of his muscles as our tongues continued their dance.
The kiss was heated now, and I could sense his urgency. Unexpectedly, it thrilled me. One of his hands began to wander, moving over my waist, and down my outer thigh. I felt little shivers of pleasure ripple through my skin, as he pushed his hand up under my short skirt. I also felt myself grow wet between my legs, unfamiliar heat spreading out from my sex.
He broke away from our kiss, placing his mouth on my neck, and sucking gently on my skin. I couldn’t help letting out a little moan of pleasure.
My sound seemed to bring him back to his senses, and he stopped suddenly, pulling away and looking into my eyes. His breathing was heavy and fast, and I realized belatedly that I could feel how hard he was down below, pressing against my hip. I bit my lip, trying to stop myself from grinding against him. Wanting more. What was happening to me?
“Sorry.” Alec murmured, his voice hoarse. He cleared his throat, and pulled away from me. The absence of his hand on my skin and his body against mine made me feel cold. I sat up, tried to stop him before he ran off, but his hand slipped through mine. He left the room, and I sat by myself, panting slightly and clothes askew, completely confused as to what had just happened.
Alec didn’t surface for the rest of the day, and I heard him leave the house the next morning, yelling out that he was going shopping. I was miserable, thinking I’d ruined our relationship forever. I tried to give him space, hoping it would all blow over. But I also kept replaying our kiss over and over in my head.
I went to the movie with Sean, grateful for the distraction as much as the opportunity to be out with a cute guy. It was a fun movie, and Sean was nice. In his car afterwards, he kissed me. To my great relief and surprise, I wasn’t paralyzed with nerves. He was gentle, and obviously not as experienced as Alec. He used a little too much tongue at first, I thought — however, he seemed to adjust to my style and it ended up being a nice kiss. Closing my eyes, though, I found myself imagining I was with Alec. Instead of Sean’s face I pictured my brother’s. It was his lips on mine, his hands in my hair.
Feeling guilty, I cut it short, thanking Sean for a lovely day and getting out of the car. I ran inside and slammed the front door behind me.
“Are you okay?” Alec asked, looking up from the table where he sat with his lunch. He didn’t look embarrassed or awkward anymore, for which I was grateful. So I sat with him and made small talk about the movie. He didn’t ask questions, and I avoided mentioning the goodbye kiss. As soon as I could, I made an excuse — saying I was tired so I could escape to my bedroom. I felt his eyes on me as I ran up the stairs.
At night I lay in bed, the sheets tangled around me. It was a hot night, so I had gone to bed naked, and I had a light sheen of sweat on my skin. I thought about Sean, and the prom, and whether he would expect more than a kiss from me then. The idea, which had made me anxious before, now didn’t seem entirely unappealing.
But soon my thoughts wandered to my brother, who must have been in bed in the very next room. I ran my hands over my breasts — they fit neatly in my cupped palms — and teased the small pink nipples lazily.
My fingers trailed lower, over my flat stomach, and the neatly shaved mound between my legs. I had done this before, of course — although I hadn’t reached climax very often. Now I slipped a finger inside my slit, sampling my wetness, and thinking of Alec’s embrace. I moaned in pleasure, then belatedly wondered if he would hear me through the wall. Instead of embarrassing me, the thought turned me on. I massaged my clit softly as I allowed myself to relive the kiss; the press of our bodies, the hard muscles of his arms and back. His hand traveling up my thigh…
I stopped myself, pulling my hand away and pressing my legs tightly together. I felt guilty. It had been meant as an innocent kiss — an instructional. I hadn’t meant to feel anything. I was being stupid.
But… Alec had felt it too — right? I wasn’t completely naive — I’d felt his hard-on rubbing against me. He hadn’t wanted to stop, either. He’d only pulled away because he thought he was pushing himself on me — going too far.
I wanted to go further.
I jumped out of bed, walking to the door. I stopped myself; almost turned back then and there. But I didn’t. The insistent arousal burned in me, spurring me on. I turned the handle and snuck into the hall, naked.
No light showed under his door, so I knew he was probably asleep. I turned the doorknob carefully, and slowly opened the door.
My brother was sprawled on his back in his double bed, a sheet draped over him. In the dim light I could see he was shirtless. I could hear the quiet snoring that meant I hadn’t disturbed his sleep. I could also see that the sheet tented up over an impressive erection. I’d read that sometimes happened to guys while they slept, so I wasn’t surprised. I was shocked, however, at the seeming size of it, and determined to get a better look.
Creeping closer, I took hold of the edge of the sheets and raised them up. In the dim light I could see Alec’s body. There was a trail of light hair over his belly, leading down into the darker hair below. His engorged cock lay against his belly. My mouth made a silent “oh!”. I was shocked at the size of it. I wondered if they were all that big, or if my brother was particularly well endowed. I couldn’t imagine how something like that could ever fit inside me.
I steeled myself, raising the covers higher. Then I slipped in under them, settling myself in next to Alec. He sighed in his sleep and shifted to accommodate me, and I put an arm over his body and pillowed my head on his shoulder.
Suddenly, he sighed out a heavy breath, and opened his eyes. He moved his head to get a look at me. “Huh? Rose?” He murmured, his voice hoarse and slurred from sleep.
I nodded, and before he could protest, I covered his mouth with mine.
He remained still for what seemed like an endless moment as I kissed him. I just kept kissing, with pecks on the lips and gentle nibbles. When his mouth opened slightly, I flicked my tongue in, and over his, my hands roaming over his chest.
At the touch of my tongue, he responded, his arm coming up over my ba ck and his tongue meeting mine. Our bodies twined together as I brought my leg up over his, and his arms wrapped tightly around me. It was a sweet kiss, between two people discovering each other in new way.
He began to run his hands down my back, over the curve of my ass, and I purred in approval against his mouth. In turn, I caressed his body, his chest and his stomach. I could feel his skin quiver under my touch, and his breathing became heavy. I broke our kiss to look at his face. Encouraged, I moved my hand down and touched his swollen cock, brushing it experimentally with my fingers, then wrapping my hand around it.
Alec’s hips shifted and he moaned quietly, urgently. He cupped the curve of my ass, squeezed it, and ran his hand firmly back up my side. His fingers brushed my breast, which was pressed up against him, and he teased the nipple with his finger. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt — completely different to how it felt when I touched myself. I felt the wetness between my legs and the shocks of arousal course through me.
I moved my hand on his shaft, eliciting more quiet moans from him, and I listened — to learn what felt good. He liked when I stroked him firmly, and teased the head of his cock, and when I brushed my fingers lower to cup and massage his balls. I loved the warm soft feel of his skin and the way I was making him feel, evident in every ragged breath and soft moan.
Growing bold, I pulled away from him, and moved down his body. His nipples were erect much like mine, and I licked one, causing him to shiver and let out a small laugh. I smiled up at him and continued my journey downward, kissing him on the stomach once and then, slowly and carefully, extending my tongue to lick the tip of his cock. He tasted salty and warm. I liked it.
Alec’s hand gently entwined in my hair and I could feel his thigh muscles twitch and tense as I licked all the way up his shaft, then parted my wet lips gently to take the head in my mouth.
He stroked my hair as I sucked him in. He was making “Mmm” sounds of pleasure.
I loved pleasing him. I wanted to make him come, to suck him until I felt him explode in my mouth. I’d seen it in porn videos, and thought I had some idea of how to do it.
“Oh, Sis,” he whispered as I took him all the way in my mouth, sucked gently up and down. I grew more bold, using a hand to grasp the shaft at the base and hold it while I licked, nibbled and sucked the head. Then I took him right in again. His thick cock filled my mouth, the head butting up against my throat. I continued my rhythm. When he started gasping and arcing his hips toward my face, I slowed down, stroking him slowly up and down with my hand again while I offered the tip an occasional teasing lick.
After a couple of minutes of this I could sense Alec’s growing tension. His breath was rapid and uneven, and his legs shook slightly.
“Rose — I’m going to come,” he gasped out in warning, perhaps thinking I would want to pull away. Instead I took him in my mouth again, and sucked him firmly, using the flat of my tongue on the sensitive underside.
H is whole body froze suddenly, one hand gripping the sheets and the other in my hair. He groaned loudly — if anyone had been home they would have heard for sure — and I felt his cock jump and spasm as thick spurts of fluid came out over my tongue. I was surprised at the suddenness of it, but eagerly swallowed, again and again. It was warm and salty and erotic. I milked him with my mouth, and cleaned him with my tongue, until he gently moved my head away.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, afraid he had had a change of heart now that it was over, and that I would be left unfulfilled, aroused and aching.
Instead, he chuckled. “It’s too sensitive, after.” He explained gently.
“Oh.” Sheepishly I let him go, and snaked my way up his naked body, laying mine against his. Alec stroked my hair, and I kissed him on the neck, near the collarbone. After catching his breath, he responded, running his hands over my body again.
“You’re sexy as hell,” he informed me.
I grinned. It was nice to hear.
He kissed me, and turned me over, laying me out on the bed. Then he continued kissing me — my ears, my neck, my collarbone, my nipples, near my navel. By the time he had reached my hips I was arching my back to meet him, wet and aching between the legs.
“I’m glad I’m first one to do this,” he said quietly, as he slipped a finger inside my folds, running it gently up and down my slit. I could feel how slick it was, and ripples of pleasure ran through me at his light touch. I was incredibly sensitive.
H e bent his head and licked me there, tasting my juices. His tongue pressed and teased my clit and I cried out softly, shocked at the intensity of the sensation. Alec paused for a moment, then continued, doing things with his tongue I’d never even thought about. I could feel him flick his tongue inside me, then return to circle and suck on my clit, in a neverending, repeating rhythm.
“Oh my god,” was all I could say. Then I held his head against me as a strong and sudden climax overtook me, rocking my body and sending me into shudders of ecstasy.
As I had done to him, he licked me once or twice after I had stopped convulsing — and now it was I who pushed him away, laughing, as the sensation turned ticklish on my oversensitive flesh.
I lay completely relaxed, suffused with a warm glow. Alec moved next to me, and we mutually started a kiss. I could taste myself on his lips, and it only served to heighten the intimacy between us. He wrapped his arms around me, and I listened to his breathing.
We must have slept — we were both spent — but some hours later I woke. I was laying on his chest. I looked at him, and he must have sensed me as he opened his eyes.