I have a story to tell about an unusual situation in my family. I hope it doesn't offend or upset anyone. It seems completely natural and acceptable to me, but you be the judge.
I have a Brother named Earl, and he is three years older than I am. My name is Kathleen, but when I was a little girl everyone called me Kitty.
Earl and I were very close when we were kids. Of course, he was into boy things, and I liked to play with my dollhouse. He had a lot of friends, and I had mine too, although not as many.
Earl was still living at home, even though he was twenty-one. He had taken some classes at the community college, and he was looking for a decent job so he could be on his own.
One of Earl's constant companions was a guy named Robert. They hung out almost every day. Robert was a small, delicate young man, and very effeminate, although I did not know what that meant when I was eighteen years old.
I did know he was different, he wasn't rough-and-tumble like all the other guys. I also noticed that he seemed strangely affectionate with Earl. He would stand very close to him, and sometimes touch him in a tender way. Again, at my age, I didn't know the ramifications of his behavior.
One day while I was reading in my room, I heard Earl and Robert talking in Earl's room. Our rooms were close together, with just a small hallway between them. The door to Earl's room was missing.
It was a mystery to me then, but I later learned that Earl was caught masturbating by our Mother several times. They removed his bedroom door as a kind of punishment, and to remove his privacy. They wanted him to know that he could be caught easily. It was to break him of what they thought was his bad habit of masturbating. They might as well have tried to break him of his habit of breathing.
I overheard Robert say, "I bet you can't get that big thing in me. It gets bigger every time I see it." I was very curious to know what he was talking about, so I quietly walked down the hall to Earl's door. I peeked around the open door frame, and saw Earl sitting in his chair, and Robert sitting on Earls' bed.
Earl had his penis out, and was stroking it. It was very long and stiff, and I had never seen it like that. I had seen him getting out of the shower and so on, but it was very different now. Earl was well developed, at twenty-one he was at the peak of a mans sexual abilities.
Robert said, "Please don't waste it. Give it to me." Earl answered "I thought you just said I couldn't get it in you." Robert said, "I know it didn't work last time, but I will make sure it does now."
The head of Earl's bed was against the far wall. Robert unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans and underwear down to his ankles. He got on the bed face down, and Earl climbed on the bed behind him. They were both facing the other way, so I could move out more into the doorway for a better view.
Robert reached back and spread his butt open, and Earl moved closer and put his penis up against Robert's butt-hole. He started to push, and it went in little by little. I had very little knowledge about sex at that age, but I knew that this was a very dirty and very exciting thing to do.
Robert just held still with his eyes closed, and Earl began to slide his penis in and out of him. I was transfixed. Earl went faster and faster, and suddenly he grunted and stopped. Robert made a muffled noise and lifted his butt up against Earl. I was amazed that Earl could get his very long penis all the way up Robert's behind.
Robert said, "God, Earl, your prick is so big! You just squirted jism in me!" I had never even heard the word "prick" and of course now everyone says cock. My head was spinning, and I went back to my room, and hid out of view behind my door. I was careful to not make any noise, because I did not want them to know that I had observed them.
For the rest of that summer, whenever Mom was not home, they were in Earl's room. I watched them many times from his doorway. I would wait until I knew they were on the bed together. Now they would get completely naked, and Earl would hump away on Robert with wild abandon. I started to feel a strange tingling in my pussy when I watched them.
Before winter came, Robert moved to another city. Earl's strange sex life came to an end. I could hear him masturbating in his bed at night, and that excited me.
About a year passed, and now I was masturbating in my bed too. I could hear Earl doing it in his room, and it excited me. The images of Earl fucking Robert played in my head like a movie. I would tickle my pussy, which was now hot and wet, and I would have an orgasm at about the same time as I heard Earl have his.
Earl got a full time job at a manufacturing plant. He moved out to his own apartment, and my masturbation became a solo instead of the duet it had been. By then, my fantasy was getting richer with added details. I no longer viewed the two of them from the doorway, in my mind I moved closer to the bed, right behind them. My imagination was working overtime.
My knowledge of sex had increased quite a bit by then. I had given a guy a hand job in the park one night. I stroked his cock like I had seen Earl do it, and when he came, it squirted all over me. Thick, creamy cum pumped out of his cock. I had been comparing it to Earl's cock, and it was about half the size.
Now I knew what happened when a man finished. So I knew that when I had seen Earl suddenly stop, and Robert got very excited, that Earl was squirting his cum into him. I added this to the erotic movie that played in my head when I masturbated.
I was not too interested in guys my age. I had a few dates, but nothing happened. I was constantly dreaming and fantasizing about my big Brother.
When I was nineteen, I finally realized and admitted to myself that I had an overpowering urge to have sex with my Brother. I hope this doesn't disgust you, but I couldn't help myself. I couldn't get the images out of my head of him fucking the girlish Robert in his asshole.
By that time, my fantasy had become more detailed and graphic. I imagined that I was right behind them, very close. I could see Robert's pinkish brown asshole as he spread himself for Earl. I watched as Earl put the tip of his cock up against it, and pushed.
My vivid imagination had Robert squirming and whimpering as Earl's big cock slid up his asshole. Robert's hands would go limp at his side, and Earl's cock would disappear into the crack of his butt as it slid in and out. Earl would grunt and groan and I would visualize the streams of cum shooting into Robert's stomach. Then I would explode with my own orgasm.
From the time I was nineteen to the present, I replaced Robert in the fantasy. I took his place in Earl's bedroom, and asked Earl to fuck me. I was the one lying still with my hands spreading my butt. I was the one who felt the tip of Earl's cock touch my asshole.
I was the one who squirmed and whimpered as he pushed it up in me. My hands went limp at my side, and I felt him slide it in and out rhythmically. I imagined the feeling of his warm cum spurting into me. That would bring me to an orgasm.
I doubt that any other girl had a richer, more erotic fantasy life.
Now to the present day, and my dark and dirty secret. I am twenty, and of course Earl is twenty-three. I had made a commitment to myself to make my fantasy come true.
At twenty, my body was pretty mature. I had nice long legs, a slender firm butt, narrow waist, and small but pretty breasts. I was much prettier than Robert was.
To illustrate just how obsessed I became, I wanted to make sure I looked OK down there. Of course, I had never actually seen my own asshole.
