The boy that I was with had begun kissing me, his lips hard against mine, and eventually I felt his hand against my breast. We were sitting in the back of his car outside my house. Mum and Dad were out but I knew my older brother, Paul, was inside the house. I pressed against the hand showing him that I didn't mind its presence, inviting him to go further until I eventually could feel him undoing the buttons of my blouse. I was horny but the boy was infuriatingly slow and uncertain.
Finally his cool hands were caressing the top of my breasts and then plucking up courage his hand moved around to undo my bra. As he did I wondered if Paul could actually see into the dark interior of the car from the house. The boy tried and tried to undo it. It was frustrating and eventually I put my hands behind me and did it for him before curling down in his arms again. His hands cupped my tits and his caressing of my bare skin was heating me. My nipples were hard and pleasantly ached and my pussy was pulsing softly. I moved my face to be kissed again so that I didn't have to look at him or make conversation and ground invitingly up against his hand. He was irritatingly slow and soft in his approach. My hand went to his lap and I pressed against his cock. It had to desired effect and he plucked up the courage to slide down to my lap too.
I slid further down in the seat and he rubbed my mound over the top of my trousers. He seemed to be getting better, making me hornier. I wondered again if my brother was watching. I was scared he was in some ways, but the idea of making him jealous was good. My trousers were open now and I felt a hand slide furtively inside my panties. I lifted eagerly to give him better access and slid my trousers and panties down further, putting my arms round him and kissing him. His fingers found me. I knew I was damp and pushed up further to him as his mouth pressed against mine.
His finger burrowed between my folds and then he stuck it inside. It was okay but I wanted my clit rubbed, instead he simply pushed it in and out. It was both arousing and frustrating. So near yet so far. I couldn't get him to do what I wanted. I couldn't tell him. I began to get drier and it began to feel uncomfortable. I needed my clit rubbed. I needed a good wank really, not this. Eventually I gave up on him and knew I had to get rid of him. I squirmed out of his grasp and pressed his cock. He wanted that and opened his trousers. Still with mine around my thighs I took him in my hand and pumped his hard cock. He didn't last long. His spunk spurted out all over my face and his trousers. Both of us now were in a rush but for different reasons. I pulled up my trousers and fastened the zip as he was busily rubbing his own trousers clean then tried to fasten my blouse. I wanted to be in bed. I wanted to use my own fingers now that he had ignited my need. I knew he was happy now, he wouldn't object. Kissing him quickly I ran up the drive into the house.
Inside the hall I realised I had fastened the buttons up to the wrong holes and was trying to redo them when my brother Paul suddenly appeared. I blushed deeply as we looked at each other in silence for what seemed like ages. "You've been acting like an 18-year-old slut again haven't you?" Blushing scarlet I shook my head and mumbled "No."
"Then why are your clothes so dishevelled? You're like a bitch on heat aren't you?"
"What am I supposed to do? Ask you or Dad?" I shouted in frustration. "Don't get stroppy with me Sis!"
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the lounge. There was nothing I could do but make sure I didn't fall over. He dragged me in front of the sofa and sat down. I stood before him shocked and unable to react as he grabbed my trousers. Without the button fastened my zip gave way and they came down my thighs. As I bent to retrieve them I was pulled over his lap, my hands on the floor. I couldn't do anything, I couldn't get at his hands or even get to my feet as he held me like a naughty child over his knees. I felt my panties being pulled and my trousers fell around my knees. The smack stopped me totally. It was such a shock. My mind hadn't been working and what he would do hadn't occurred to me. Another smack and I began to cry out. I felt demeaned and angry but he didn't stop. Gradually tears came to my eyes with the pain and my anger subsided as I simply adjusted to realising I was not being able to do anything and that he had a right to do what he was doing.
Finally he stopped. I felt as though I was in my own hot little world. My naked buttocks felt hot and tingled excruciatingly. I was breathless and squirmed on his lap still held down. His hands palmed my burning cheeks. They felt good against me, soothing. I just lay there, sensations of heat and touch filling me. Gradually I became aware that his hand cupped my lips, just gently holding and squeezing a little. Until then I hadn't really thought of what he could see, how open I was. My brother was touching my sex. My brother that I had fantasised about doing this very thing as I had fingered myself thinking of him doing that. It was my brother and I should stop but I didn't. My entire mind was focused on his hand and my pussy as I lay in my little mental dream.
"You're wet little Sis."
"Ooooh. Yeees. Please. You'd... better... stop." Instead his fingers began toying with my lips. They slid in my nectar, slid around inside my slippery lips, up to my clit. I jerked. His finger continued to play around my clit, over my lips, coming back, each time coming back. Oh it was good. Was it a dream? I could feel my juices running. With my head hanging over his knee it seemed as though it was happening somewhere else. Other boys hadn't done this. Other boys had made me aroused like this, my brother knew how, my brother was doing it. Soon I was panting. Something pressed against my opening while his finger tips played around my clit. Teasing me, teasing me dreadfully. I pushed back onto it, onto his thumb. I pushed it inside me, inside my tight virgin pussy until it stretched me so wide and filled me.
"Is that what you want Sis?"
"Oh yes. Oh yes." I felt it sliding out and pushed back frantically before it slid back in again far easier now. I was lubricating profusely and squeezing against his thumb as his fingers continued their sweet ministrations. Oh those fingers were so good and they were becoming firmer and firmer. Soon I had no control. I found myself jerking wildly wanting more, wanting to be carried further and further until I crashed into the abyss. Suddenly I was there, body rigid then bucking frantically, being held in place, his fingers and thumb moving faster and faster. I heard gruntings and cries, only gradually realising they were me. As I calmed I became aware that I was gently moving against his fingers and thumb wantonly now. Usually I would stop now but I didn't want to stop with Paul.