Great fucking
It was June, so my brother slept in just his white jockey shorts with the top sheet half covering his body. He was on his side facing away from me as I s-l-o-w-l-y eased onto his bed behind him and laid real still for maybe five minutes. Look, I knew Billy was moving deep into puberty he was in a growth spurt that had taken him to about 5’8″ and, as a matter of fact, a few months earlier I’d watched him jack off in the bathroom when the door was slightly ajar and he didn’t know I was in the house. I sneaked up and peered in. He was on the toilet, naked, slouched back against the tank, with his hard teenage dick in his hand, slowly working his shaft and circumcised head up and down, his eyes fixed on his cock, oblivious to my presence. In about two minutes, this clear fluid what I learned was precum began to seep from his tiny pee hole and his eyes began to roll back in his head. His hand was working faster now and his flat belly was taut, but undulating with each stroke. I watched his jaws clench and toes curl and suddenly he let out a low groan as his creamy sperm spurted from his penis onto his chest and his fingers. Was I excited! I’d never seen semen, or a male orgasm! “Ah-ah-ah-ag- gh-gh.” he wheezed, as he continued to pump until the last of his sticky cum dripped from his dick. I got so hot watching him shoot his milk that I started to finger my pussy through my cutoffs. But I slipped away down the hall when he began to get off the pot to wipe off the cum with tissue. So, anyway, he was capable of coming, and I calculated that he was ready, and hopefully willing, to get laid, or soon would be. In the bed next to him that night I waited until he seemed sound asleep, then I started to make my move. I slipped the sheet down off his torso to reveal his white jockeys. Testing to see if he was in fact sleeping, I gently traced my finger tips from his shoulder down his back and back up. No reaction to that. Next, I slipped my fingers into his waistband and slithered my middle finger down to his ass crack. I knew at this point that I was treading into an area that could potentially bring untold hell upon myself and Billy, not to mention my mom, a single mother doing her best to raise us without our dad. But my cunt had started to release its lubrication and couldn’t – and wouldn’t – stop. I was hot! I inched my finger down Billy’s crack until I felt the pucker of his anus. I rubbed it ever so gently then sniffed my finger. It smelled faintly of shit, but surprisingly, that set me off even more, stirring my cunt juices so strongly that I licked my finger and retraced it to his asshole. His breaths continued just short of a snore. With my free hand I pulled my shirt up over my breasts to my armpits, exposing my fast-hardening nipples. Giving each one a squeeze, I shivered with expectation as I lowered myself on the mattress until my face was at Billy’s waist. Feeling my clitoris engorge I withdrew my finger from Billy’s anal region and inserted it in my pussy, teasing my clit in a clockwise massage. As my breathing and heart rate increased, I listened for any sign that Billy might awaken. But no. Good! The room was bathed in a soft light through the window from the porch light below and a nearby street lamp so I had a decent view of my brother’s “boy” body. A little baby fat, but not a bad build. Certainly fuckable. I tingled at the prospect of the exploration that awaited me. I hooked both hands into his waistband and slowly pulled his underpants down, stopping when they were halfway off his ass. I wanted to play with myself s-o-o-o badly – I wanted to come! His ass was almost perfect – smooth, pale apple cheeks, lightly muscled. I slid inched down a bit more behind him and thrust my tongue into the upper valley of his crack. I stopped momentarily, listening for continued signs of sleep. Then I licked lightly down his cleft until my tongue touched his anus. God! I couldn’t believe what I was doing! But I couldn’t stop! I pulled his briefs down over his smooth rounded cheeks until his waistband was just beneath his buttocks (still no reaction from him). I kissed his bottom in gentle nips and again licked his asshole, inhaling his boy smell and tasting his anal musk. Now I had to get him to the point where, somehow, I could get laid or otherwise get my cookies off. But and I believe it was fate he stopped his low breathing and became very still and quiet. I withdrew my tongue from his crack, and waited. He resumed sleeplike breaths, but I sensed he was not slumbering as before. I waited. In about a minute he slowly rolled onto his back, his semi-hard penis lying atop his belly, his briefs lowered to his scrotum. I suppressed a gasp as his body was splayed to my view, but I managed not to stir from my position at his mid-waist. Now, I waited for maybe five minutes, as he mumbled some disjointed words and fidgeted, moving his hand reflexively down to his penis, which he encircled with his fingers. He was stirring! For me, it had to be now! I removed my panties and tossed them and my nightshirt onto the floor. Then I started to lick his left ribcage and over to his belly, circling his navel with my tongue and inserting it into his little bellybutton. He heaved a low moan, I paused, then traced my tongue parallel to his arm down his belly to his wispy thatch of pubic hair (like me, he’s a brunette). I nuzzled his hair there, all the while listening for his breathing and monitoring his movements. Could he be awake? As I pushed my nose into his upper groin, I nudged his hand from his penis, slowly closing my fingers on his hardening cock. Slowly pulling his organ up, down, I reached underneath myself to finger my dripping cunt and gently tweak my clit. He moaned again, but remained on his back as I continued to massage his glans and shaft.