I think I was quite fortunate in the kind of family I grew up in. Beautiful home, excellent schools, loving parents, and a handsome, protective older brother. I've always felt a special closeness with my brother Travis, but I don't think I realized until recently just what I felt for him. Despite my inner protests and objections, I finally admitted to myself that even though I knew it was wrong, I wanted him to make love to me. I was shocked and surprised by what had happened between us and, afterward, when I had a chance to think it through, I knew our being together had been inevitable.
*****
My name is Morgan, Morgan Richardsley.
By the time I had celebrated my eighteenth birthday and graduated high school, though I was still a virgin, there were one or two of the neighborhood boys that I liked to 'play with' in the old playhouse my Dad had built years earlier. There was no sex, just kissing, touching, and on special occasions, I'd awkwardly give them blowjobs. It wasn't until my big brother Travis caught me giving Michael Falconi, one of the neighbor boys, an innocent blowjob that things changed. Travis was ten years older than me and for the major part of the last few years had first been away at college and then after graduating started working in a different city.
When we were growing up, and he was living at home, I was used to him always trying to tell me what to do, bossing me around, you know, the regular big brother stuff. But during the time that he had been away, things had changed; I wasn't a little girl anymore. My once tomboyish, gangly body was gone, and I had physically developed and matured into a woman. My pale grey eyes were like my brother Travis's, except mine, sometimes looked blue. I had full lips that emphasized a pouty heart-shaped mouth, and my thick, shiny, shoulder-length hair was a deep reddish-brown color. My 5'4" 110 pounds gave me a slim, but curvy frame. Firm, round ass; small waist; beautiful, well-shaped, full breasts with dark pink, very sensitive nipples that were always hard and erect since I enjoyed going braless. I guess I would be considered a pretty girl, attractive and sexually desirable enough that when men were around, they'd get that look in their eyes that other men could read, that said, "I'd like to fuck that."
Things were different now, and though still at home, I had begun working a decent part-time job and started earning a little money of my own. I definitely did not need my older brother telling me what to do or who to do it with. The reason Travis was back in town in the first place was that his company had transferred him to this area, and he was temporarily staying at our parents' home while he searched for a house of his own.
That night when he barged into the playhouse and chased Michael off, he had been furious with me.
I remember wondering, "why is he so angry?"
"What the hell do you think you were doing?" He shouted at me, gripping my arm so tight I knew it would leave a bruise and then roughly pushing me away from him. He stood staring at me for a few seconds, fuming but not saying anything else to me. Finally, turning toward the door, he left, not realizing or caring that I had seen the outline of the huge erection in the front of his pants.
What the hell was going on?
*****
Like I said before, Travis was my older brother, almost ten years, my senior, well passed the "playing doctor" phase, but I'm sure he was aware of what I was doing when messing around in the playhouse.
It might have been curiosity that brought him out to the old playhouse that night. Whatever the reason he was there, I certainly didn't expect him to make a big deal out of inadvertently coming upon me "playing" with Michael. It was actually none of his business.
Following the playhouse incident, Travis left on a short trip to see a friend of his and was gone for a couple of days. I was relieved that he was away because I was ashamed and embarrassed about what he had seen me doing. Travis was due back late tonight, and I hoped he wouldn't bring it up or want to talk about it when he saw me.
I was already in bed and asleep when Travis got home. Subconsciously sensing movement in the room, I awoke and saw it was Travis; though surprised and curious as to why he was here in my room, I was not frightened or anything. After all, it was Travis. He said he wanted to talk to me.
"How long have you been sucking dick?" He asked after a long pause.
I reached over and turned on the nightstand light and sat staring at him. I was speechless.
When he saw the look of creeping panic on my face, shaking his head, he said, "don't worry, I'm not going to say anything to Mom and Dad."
Looking at me with those steely grey eyes, without pause or hesitation, he said, "all you need to do baby sister is to suck my cock and only my cock whenever I want you to, no fuss, no fighting just you opening that pretty little mouth of yours and draining my balls for me. Do you think you can do that? You think you can take care of your big brother like that?"
I looked at him . . . dumbfounded.
"This is wrong, Travis. This is wrong. My God, you're my brother," I said, with undisguised disgust and repulsion.
"And who better to have oral sex with than your brother, someone you loves and cares about you," he replied sarcastically.
Surprisingly, I didn't think what he wanted me to do was unexpected. Travis and I had always had a very close brother/sister relationship. Still, during his last couple of visits, I had noticed that in subtle ways, Travis's behavior had become sexually aggressive toward me. He was always trying to touch or brush against my breasts, or coming up behind me and rubbing himself against me. Once or twice, he had "accidentally" come into the bathroom when I was showering or come into my room unannounced when he knew I was dressing or, or the time he had kissed me and pressed his tongue into my mouth. It was creepy, but he was my brother, and I just didn't waste a whole lot of time puzzling over it.
Though his actions were ignored or rebuffed, I thought I had made my feelings clear to him that I did not appreciate or welcome his attentions. It now occurred to me that the playhouse incident may have been the opportunity he needed to pressure me into submitting to his sick desires. We both knew he had me trapped, and he knew I couldn't bear for Mom and Dad to know what I had been doing. His mind was made up, nothing I could say would make him change his mind. Finally, I nodded my head and told him I'd do what he wanted, just please don't ever tell Mom and Dad anything about what had been going on in the playhouse.
"Good, good," he said, absently stroking himself as a broad grin spread across his handsome face.
He pulled me out of bed, and sitting down on the side of it, made me kneel between his knees. He freed his cock and stroked it lightly as he watched my face and the tears brimming in my eyes. With his left hand placed on the back of my head, he gently pressed my head to his cock, and I, for the first time (but not the last) reluctantly took my brother's swollen, throbbing member into my mouth.
