Brett and Fern
Brett is a senior in college, a quarterback, and the captain of his school football team. He is, by most female assessments, a gorgeous hunk. Muscular and charming, he is handsome and chiseled.
Fern, Brett's eighteen-year-old sister, is also very good-looking and athletic, and she is a gymnast who has always been very flexible and daring. Fern started developing at the age of ten. Bret accidentally walked in on her as she was patting herself dry after a shower one day and caught her rubbing her mound with the towel a bit too much.
He apologized for the indiscretion and quickly left, heading to the second bathroom in their parent's bedroom. Brett and Fren were the only ones home. He quickly relieved his need to pee and thought about Fern's budding, half-orange-sized titties. He stroked his man-sized cock as he fantasized about mauling those little nubbins of titty flesh.
Fern was shocked by the invasion of her privacy but devilishly amused by her brother's reaction to seeing her naked tits and ass. She dropped her towel and rubbed her sparsely-haired mound and slit as she fantasized about her brother's cock.
She wondered how big it was. She heard other girls talk about the size of their brothers' and classmates' cocks. She would look on and listen as they talked, emphasizing the size by holding up their hands and separating them to show the length.
She always thought they were exaggerated. No one's penis could be that big. Thinking about this, Fern rubbed her slit until she felt a thrilling shiver. It was then that she felt her vagina get wet. She slipped a finger into her slit and raised her hand to her nose to smell the wetness on her finger.
She noted that it didn't have a smell, at least nothing strong and distinguishable. Curiously, she stuck her finger into her mouth and tased the wetness. She found it to be salty but slightly sweet.
Brett was still in the master bathroom, stroking his hard cock and ejaculating into the toilet. Brett cleaned his cock off and stuffed it back into his pants. He knew that he wanted to see more of his sister's little, curvy body.
Fern Other girls were talking about spying on their brothers and boyfriends while they masturbated, which was often referred to as "jerking off" by the other girls. One of her friends admitted to smelling her brother's sperm after he jerked off into a sock and left the house.
She claimed it had a smell similar to bleach. She said it was icky looking with a mixture of clear fluids and specks of white. Thinking about it made Fern's vagina itch and tingle. After her brother left, she rummaged through his dirty laundry to see if she could find evidence of his jerking off.
She found nothing but couldn't get the thought out of her mind until she went for a jog. Later that evening, Fern was walking by Bret's room and caught a glimpse of him with his hand moving under his blanket. Fuck! He was jerking off. She stood there, frozen, as she peered through the narrow opening of his bedroom door.
Their mom yelled up to them that it was time to eat, so she scurried down the hall toward the kitchen. Brett thought he saw someone standing at his door. Damn, he thought as he got up, unsatisfied, and quickly dressed to eat.
That night, as Brett lay in bed stroking his hard cock with a tissue in his palm, Fern looked on in the darkness of the hallway. It was too dark to clearly see his cock, but from the length of his stroke, she was certain it was huge.
This routine went on for months. Fern is spying on her brother, and Brett is spying on his little sister. Fern knew he was spying. She slowly got bolder with her actions. She came back from taking a shower one night and removed the towel. She then lay on her bed and rubbed her mound, getting more and more excited as she became aware of Brett's spying on her.
Bret stood outside of her door in the darkness of the hall and stroked his cock. As he drew near to his climax, he hurried into his room and finished off by blowing a wad of jizz into a tissue.
Fern did not miss that. But they damn near got caught when their mom yelled out to Brett.
Bret and his mom left to go somewhere. Fern got up, crossed the hall to Brett's room, and found the sperm-soaked tissue in the wastebasket at his desk.
She retrieved it and sniffed it. Yes, it did smell similar to bleach. Fern was always curious, so she put her finger into the wetness and raised it to her mouth. She stuck out her little tongue and tasted her brother's sperm. It wasn't bad; a little salty, but not unpleasant. Not thinking, she took the tissue with her.
Brett came back to his bedroom and went to retrieve the soiled tissue from his waste can. He always flushed them to avoid getting caught jacking off. His trash can was empty. I checked his floor. He was puzzled.
He thought it had to be here somewhere. What the fuck? It surely didn't just disappear. Their mom called out for him again. He left his room and forgot all about the tissue. Later that night, Brett woke up with a hard-on. He had to relieve himself, or he wouldn't get any sleep.
He reached down and started stroking his cock up and down. The blanket was in the way, so he lowered it out of the way. Little did he know that Fern was right outside his bedroom door with her face pressed against the door jamb.
Her eyes went wide as she watched him stroke his cock. She knew boys get erections. She knew their penises got big when they did. But she was mesmerized by the sight and size of the stiff cock just a few feet away.
Bett was in his own world. His eyes were closed, and he was thinking about Cindy, the girl he's currently fucking a few times a week. He never heard his bedroom door being pushed open or his sister softly walking into the room.
He sensed a presence in his room. He froze when he saw a fern in her one-piece nightie standing next to his bed. He was about to yell out when Fern put her finger to her mouth, indicating he should be quiet.
He whispered, "Get the fuck out of here."
Fern whispered back, "I want to see," as she slipped his covers further down and climbed into his bed.
Bett was shocked. He was about to tell her to get out when she reached out and grabbed his hard cock. One thing to be said about a boy with a hard cock is quite simple. A hard cock has no conscience. He just lay there as if frozen as Fern gripped his meat and pulled on it in an attempt to mimic what she witnessed.
Brett placed his hand over hers and moved it up and down so as to silently instruct her in the act of jerking her brother off. Fern could feel Btett's cock heating up, and the pre-cum was making his cock shaft slick. She had to taste it. She bent over and licked the crown of his cockshaft and tasted the salty fluid.
Brett placed his hand on the back of her head and whispered, "Please, more." Suck it." Fern opened her mouth and slipped the head of his cock into her mouth. She could barely get it in, only about an inch or two.
Brett coached her as he had with so many of his classmate lovers. He whispered, "Yes, that's it; swirl your tongue around my cock like an ice cream cone."
Fern was eager to please; she did exactly as Brett instructed. Brett then instructed her to stroke the remaining portion of his cock as she licked and sucked the head of it. Fern was becoming more comfortable and bold. She felt like she was doing what all the other girls were doing. She knew she could never tell. Brett was, after all, her brother. That would be weird.
Brett was guiding his sister's head up and down, feeling the sperm churn in his nuts. He wanted to jam her sweet little mouth down on his cock and throat-fuck her but was afraid she would freak out and they would be caught.
He whispered to her, "Fren, stop. I'm going to cum."
Fern latched onto his cock head and sucked like she had a fat straw in her mouth. Brett moaned and quivered as the first sperm jet pulsed up through his cockshaft and into her warm sucking mouth.
