This was not how I wanted my last night with Tom to end. I was stuck going on vacation with my family as some sort of lame attempt to re-kindle our childhood magic or something. Why didn't my dad understand that I was 18 and too old for family vacations? So Tom and I planned that tonight would be the night. We were going to have sex for the first time and it was going to be amazing. Or at least it was supposed to. We were one of those everything but sex couples and I was ready for the next step. So here I was, on my knees giving his pretty cock and very good suck...too good I suppose because as I was about ready to let it out of my mouth so we could do more, Tommy started groaning and the next thing I know his hot salty cum is spurting into my mouth.
Now don't get me wrong, this is not a story about me not liking cum or sucking cock. On the contrary actually. This is about realizing my purpose. I mean, without getting too philosophical but I have come to realize that we all have these needs (more maybe just one need at the bottom of it all) when we are at our most base level, when all the shit is pulled away and all the distractions are gone, we have one thing that drives us all. The thing we want more than wanting, the thing that makes us realize what we are for and what we have to do. That night, as Tom came in my mouth, I realized with deep frustration, that this was not what I needed.
Like every good girlfriend I swallowed it all up then looked at at him. I kept the head of his cock in my mouth, hoping that we weren't done. He looked down at me. "Wow, Andrea. That was amazing." I smiled on the outside, but I groaned in frustration deep down. I guess that was it.
We hung out for a bit longer, but I had to leave. No sex with Tom. Hardly any foreplay even and my body was going crazy.
I drove home in a funk. More disappointed than I was expecting. I mean, I loved Tom. He was sweet, great looking, respectful, generous and fun. But now, as I drove home I realized that I wanted something else. Something more. I told myself it was the sex. We just needed to connect on that next level. Right?
I got home and tossed the keys in the dish. My dad and mom were sitting on the couch.
"Hey honey!" My mom said, not taking her eyes from the TV.
"Hey, I am heading to bed," I said in almost a murmur.
"Don't forget, our flight is at 7 am tomorrow. Be up at 4:30!" Dad called at me as I walked up the stairs.
Ugh. Not much good happens at 4:30 am. Not that anyone remembers at least.
I went up the stairs two at a time and was in my room before I realized what was happening: Cheesy music from small speakers, the sound of loud almost fake moaning and my older brother Peter sitting on the bed with the computer next to him and his cock in his right hand.
Now before I go on a little context:
Peter was 2 years older than me and back from college for the summer. I had seen him masturbate before. In truth that may have been how all of this started, I am not sure, but when we were younger I saw him have sex with his girlfriend. Peter and I were very close, so I told him and, well, that led to more curiosity on my part and eventually we watched one another masturbate. Some people that that was weird or whatever, not that I told anyone, but really I never felt weird about it. It was just a natural process and honestly he had a great cock. 8 inches if I had to guess, perfectly straight and just a little bit of a curve at the top. I remember holding his left hand as I fingered my pussy and he stroked his dick. It was the first time I ever saw cum. We talked about sex all the time and he would come in my room to masturbate with me all the time. It was hard when he was away at school, we shared everything and sometimes we talked to each other on the phone or on video chat and masturbated. He was my brother and my closest friend and this was just another way we connected.
So now here he was jerking off to porn in my room.
"Shit, Andrea I didn't know you would be home yet!" He blurted.
I closed the door and flopped down on the bed. "Can you turn that porn off?" I asked with a heavy sigh.
He closed the laptop. "Yeah, sorry." He sat up a bit. His hand still on his dick. I could tell he had just started as it was still growing. Honestly I loved looking at his cock. There is something about your brother's hard cock, every sister knows it when she first really looks at it.
I lay back and put my hands beside my head.
"I am guessing it didn't go so well," Peter said.
"Yeah, not so well," I rolled on my side and put my hand under my head, looking at Peter. "He just came in my mouth and was done."
Peter laughed. It was unexpected. "You must have been pretty good. Or maybe too much anticipation?"
I rolled my eyes. "Seriously, I mean, why can't guys like control it. You know me, it takes a bit for me to get there and he was like all done in 30 seconds. What the fuck?"
He laughed. "Well not all of us take only 30 seconds." He glanced down at his semi-hard cock in his right hand still.
