May 6
My name is Juliette Rachel Quinn and I am going to fuck my brother. He has no idea what I have in store for him. He's a year older than I am, at nineteen, and doesn't know anything about sex.
This feels weird even writing it down, because until last week I was a virgin, and didn't know anything about sex until my cousins, Colleen and Nathan, taught me all about it.
(Instead of writing it all down here, you can read all about my sexual awakening in Slam Duncan's wonderful story "Colleen, Nathan, and Julie" on Literotica.com).
I love my pussy. I love to touch it. I love to look at in the mirror I hold between my legs, at all the lips and folds, and other parts that were always a secret. I didn't even know what a clitoris was until recently, but I love to get it all hot and swelled up, and watch the "little penis" poke out from under its hood.
My clit looks like a little cock. It has a head and a shaft, and the hood is like a foreskin, I'm told, because I haven't seen an uncircumcised penis yet. I flick my fingers over the hood until I get really hot and wet, then I take my juices and lube it up real good so I can roll it between my thumb and forefinger.
I like to put things in my vagina. I like a hard cock best, but I have a dildo and some vibrators that I use on myself. My favorite toy is called a "rabbit." The cock head goes around and around, and it has a bunch of silver beads that revolve and massages my pussy lips. It has a set of little "ears" that fit right over my clit; it vibrates a million miles an hour and makes me come almost instantly.
I love my breasts, too. Boobs, tits, hooters, whatever you want to call them. They're nice sized (I wear a C cup bra), round, firm, and they have really pretty pink nipples. Playing with my nipples is fun, too, cause it gets my pussy all hot and wet.
Sexy underwear really turns me on. I spent a fortune at Victoria's Secret in the mall, buying myself lacy bras and panties, in all kinds of different colors. My favorites are the demi-bras that lift my boobs up high and barely cover my nipples. I have one with holes cut out where my nipples go, and when I wear it they stick out through my top, especially when I make them hard. I can't wait until my brother comes, so I can tantalize him with all these pretty things.
May 7
My brother, Joshua Timothy Quinn will be here in two weeks. He has two Biblical names that my father, who was a minister, insisted upon. I only have one name from the Bible, Rachel. I was named Juliette by my mother, because it was her mother's name. My grandmother loved Shakespeare. I can't wait to teach him everything I have learned about sex.
My best friend at school is Aliyah. She is a Muslim and she wears a hijab that covers her neck and head. Her parents are very strict and they won't let her date or ever be alone with a boy. She is in love with David Goldstein, a Jewish boy, but she has never kissed him or even held his hand.
Aliyah knows everything about sex. She learned it all on line, reading Literotica and watching porn at an internet cafe; her computer at home is blocked by her father. She is the person who first talked to me about masturbation. She knows about sex, but she had no experience; she has never even kissed a boy.
We tell each other everything. I gave her a blow-by-blow (ha ha, good pun) description of my sexual experiences with Colleen and Nathan. We're going to have a sleep-over at my house this weekend. May 9
Aliyah came over for our weekend together. She was wearing her hijab and traditional long, shapeless clothing. I asked her about the significance of her headdress.
"I hate wearing this. People point at me, and call me things like 'rag-head' or 'sand nigger."
"You can take it off here."
She looked really appreciative, unwrapped it and shook out her long coal black hair. It looked beautiful, so soft and shiny, and so much in contrast to my pale blondeness. I ran my hands through it, it was so silky, and I took out my brush and gave it one hundred strokes.
"That feels so good. No one has ever done that for me before." She is really beautiful, with a lovely face, full lips, and black eyes. She has a little diamond stud in her nose, otherwise she doesn't wear any jewelry.
I have a queen-sized bed that is big enough for both of us. I stripped off my top and stepped out of my jeans. Then I unhooked my lacy bra and took off my panties and threw them on a chair.
Aliyah stared at me with wide eyes. "I've never seen anyone naked before. You are really beautiful."
I blushed all over. "Thanks." I turned down the bed, revealing the burgundy satin sheets that I bought on-line. "I usually sleep in the nude, if that doesn't bother you. These sheets feel wonderful against your bare skin."
Aliyah was holding a full-length jalaba that she was going to wear to bed. It was made of some kind of rough cloth that looked really scratchy. She looked at me lying naked on the red sheets, then looked at the jalaba. "What the fuck," she said and threw it on the chair too.
She undid her belt and pulled the long dress over her head. She wore a plain white bra that kind of flattened her boobs, and long underpants that looked like bloomers. When she took off the bra and her breasts swung free, they were nice and round and about the same size as mine. She had really small areolas; those and her nipples were dark brown.
When she took off her pants, her pubic hair was gone too. "You have a really beautiful body, too. I see you shave your pussy also."
"It's against my religion to have any body hair. But I didn't shave mine, it was plucked."
"Holy shit, that must have really hurt." I forget what sect she is. There are as many different branches of Muslims as there are Protestants. Some have pubic hair, some don't. She slipped into bed beside me and I pulled the top sheet over us. It was a hot night and we didn't need any more covers.
After we had been lying there awhile, I noticed that Aliyah was breathing heavily. Her nipples made two bumps on the satin sheets, like they were hard or something. I thought I could see her hand moving between her legs because the sheets clung tightly to our bodies. I was sure she was masturbating.
I reached over toward her and slipped my hand under hers and felt her sopping wet pussy. She looked at me and gasped. "Let me touch yours, and you touch mine," I whispered to her.
I spread my legs apart as her hand tentatively reached between them. I started to rub the shaft of her clit, through the hood, and she did the same to mine.
"Oh, that feels so good. I've never had anyone else touch me," she said hoarsely.
I couldn't believe how big it felt under my fingers. I dipped my finger into her vagina, scooped up some of her juice, and spread it over the head to lubricate it. It must have stuck out an inch. I could feel the bulbous glans and I rolled it between my fingers.
Aliyah's hips began to move. Faster. And faster, as I continued to work her clit, and she kept rubbing mine.
"Yes, yes, yes, OH YES," she shouted as she came, flooding my hand. I came right then, too. It was really nice.
We lay side by side, breathing hard and looking into each other's eyes. I don't remember who moved first, but all of a sudden we were kissing. Her lips were so soft and supple. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and she met it with hers.
