In responding to messages about other Blog Entries I have mentioned that eventually Mark's and my younger sister got involved in our sexual activities. Naturally, requests have been received to learn how she came to be involved, so I have dug back into my files and found a story I wrote a few years ago about that event. Enjoy, and please, comment.
Mark, my brother, and I had been fucking pretty regularly for nearly a year. Our times together may actually have been getting more frequent, mostly at his request, but sometimes I just needed a cock. We were both pretty happy with the arrangement. School had resumed after the summer break and I had had my 17th Birthday.
Wearing nothing but a lace bra and panties I was applying my makeup in the bathroom. Most mornings I had close to an hour to shower, put on my makeup and then go to my room to get dressed without any interruptions. However, this morning the bathroom door opened and in stepped Mark. He quickly closed the door behind him.
Thinking he was looking for a bit of nooky before school I told him we did not have time and he needed to get out before Dad got up. "I know that, but I was in my room and heard the shower, and that got me to thinking about you. So, I was wondering if we could have some fun after school."
I only thought about it for a few seconds before saying "Sure, now get out." I pushed to the door. Mark's lust for me had really grown over the summer. So much so that it had gotten difficult to find enough opportunities to satisfy it. I had even neglected some of my fuck buddies to provide Mark with chances to fuck me, but it still had not been enough.
The first few weeks of school always seemed boring to me, probably because the teachers thought material from the previous year had to be reviewed, as if high school students could not remember their names after a couple of months. As the day dragged on, I found myself thinking about Mark. He had really gotten great at sex over the year we had been fucking. I had introduced him to just about everything I could and he had developed a real affection for fucking my boobs, though he still fucked my pussy more than anything else, which was fine with me. I usually received more orgasms that way, though I preferred he take me from behind, but he preferred me mounted cowgirl style. That infatuation with my boobs again.
My class schedule for the year allowed me to leave at 1:30 PM, since my grades were high enough that I was not required to spend time in any study halls. That meant I got home around 2. Mark, if he did not have soccer (Football anywhere in the world except the U.S.), could get home by 2:30. Cheryl rode a bus so she normally did not get home until after 4. It was not a lot of time, but nearly 2 hours was generally enough. That final class could not end soon enough for me that day.
By the time Mark arrived home, I was naked and waiting to climb into the shower. Whenever possible, the shower had become our foreplay and frequently our first round of sex. This day, Mark bounded up the stairs, losing his clothes as he did. His dick was already as hard as a rock. We were in the shower within seconds and Mark's hands and lips were all over my boobs. While he tended to them, my hand found and began stroking his cock.
It was not long before he needed more. With his hands on my shoulders, he pushed me to my knees. He bent his knees and placed his cock in my cleavage. I obliged him and squeezed my tits around it and he began fucking them. I tipped my head down so with every upward thrust the tip of his cock met my lips and tongue. He was obviously quite worked up because it was not long before I got a mouthful of cum, quickly followed by a wad in my face. He dumped that first load, mostly on my boobs, but some in my face and a little into my mouth.
With that out of the way, we actually cleaned up and after a bit of playing while drying each other off, we were in my room. We were quickly in a 69, with Mark on top. It did not take more than a few minutes to get his cock hard. As soon as it was, he was pumping it in and out of my throat. At the same time, his tongue was working my clit and he had 2 fingers in my pussy, wiggling and rubbing my g-spot.
Those fingers and that tongue had soon worked their magic. I could not suck anymore. All I could do was hold my mouth open and moan between the ‘gug-gug-gug' sounds his cock caused my throat to make. Mark spun around, hooked his arms under my knees, rolled me up and slammed his dick into my cunt. Every thrust slammed balls deep. I continued to moan but the gagging sounds were quickly replaced with soft screeches and pleas for more. My first orgasm washed through me, causing just a small scream.
I think he must've started to get tired, or maybe he just wanted to play with my tits because after a while he released my legs, wrapped his arms around me and rolled over. Putting me on top to ride his cock, he sat me up. His hands slipped to my bobs and began kneading them. I bounced and rocked my hips, feeling his dick rubbing all the surfaces of my vagina. Still moaning, breathing heavily and whispering "yes" over and over, I knew a second orgasm was coming fast. When it exploded in my head, the quiet moans and whispers were gone. I screamed and screamed. My head flew back, my body trembled, "Fuck Yeah! Fill me!"
I hardly realized Mark was again maneuvering me to a new position. This time my face was buried in the mattress, my ass was up and his dick was again ramming deep and hard into my dripping cunt. While Mark was beginning to get loud as he yelled "Oh Fuck, Jasmine," and "Holy Fuck!" and finally, "Here it comes!" my screams were being slightly muffled by the mattress. My quivering pussy lips clamped around his cock. His warm, thick cum erupted inside me. There was no muffling that scream as a third orgasm exploded. Moments later, we both collapsed, him on top of my, his cock slowly beginning to slip out of me. "Fuck Jasmine, we have to do it again," he whispered in my ear.
It took a few minutes of heavy breathing and panting, but we were both ready to move, and start again. Mark got on his knees by my head as I rolled over. My tongue just flicked over its tip. "Wow! You 2 screwing was Hot!" Cheryl's voice exclaimed. "I wanna screw too!"
Shocked, completely startled, we both looked towards the door. Cheryl stood inside my room, a huge smile on her face and eyes wide open and filled with wonder. I think I tried to speak. I heard Mark stammer. Cheryl headed towards the bed while pulling her top off over her head. Before she started climbing onto the bed, she dropped her skirt.
I found my voice and started to explain that she was too young, but as I started speaking, Cheryl said, "So Daddy knows and it is okay?" Her bra fell to the bed. Her tone said it was more of a threat than a question. A glance at Mark's face, his expression and his eyes glued to Cheryl's tits told me he had no more argument about her joining us, and I knew there was no point in trying to prevent it. Besides, could I really argue she was too young when she was 13, the same age I was when I gave John my virginity.
Cheryl sat down while pushing her panties down her legs. Her firm, B cup tits wobbled slightly as she got back on her knees. "What do we do first?" she asked with obvious excitement in her voice. I had to know, "Have you had sex?"
"If you mean has a penis been in my vagina, no. I did suck Tommy's penis. His sperm did not taste bad, and he wanted me to swallow it, so I did." Tommy would have been the 16 year old bully that lived down the block.
"This has to be our secret. Nobody can know, especially Dad and no more stuff with Tommy."
That brought a slight frown to her lips, but she agreed. Mark's excitement boiled over, "Oh Fuck! I get to pop your cherry. Nice!" I tried to curb his enthusiasm, without much success. Since Cheryl had already sucked a cock we decided to proceed with her getting Mark stiff again (which the way it was already growing showed that would not take much effort), while I prepared her pussy. Cheryl sat on my mouth while Mark slipped his dick into his little sister's mouth.
She was already wet, so her juices quickly covered my lips and chin. When I heard her gag, I knew Mark was ready and I did not want him deepthroating her the first time out. It was time, whether I liked it or not. I had Cheryl lie on her back in the center of the bed. I slipped a pillow under her ass while Mark got between her legs.
Before Mark began pushing his dick into her, I warned her it might hurt, to which she replied she knew all that. Mark rubbed his dick head up and down her slit a couple of times, then eased the tip into her. Cheryl gasped. Just the tip slipped in and out a couple of times, then a bit more a few times. Mark asked me to add another pillow under her. Almost before her ass settled onto the second pillow he slipped a little more into her. I reminded him to be gentle. He nodded, pulled back and eased the whole head of his cock into her. She gasped again and moaned softly. He rocked back. Suddenly he pushed nearly half his dick into her pussy.
Cheryl screamed. "Fuck she is tight!" Mark yelled, just before he pushed more of his cock in. She screamed again. There was no need to remind him to be gentle again, the damage was done. His next push put almost all of his cock into her. She thrashed a bit, whimpered and tears appeared in her eyes. Mark pulled back, hesitated a second, then rammed his cock into her. She screeched. Her fingers clutched the bed sheets, but through her sobs she told Mark to continue. I doubt he could or would have stopped at that moment anyway.
He grabbed her knees, pushed them towards her chest so he was leaning directly above her and without mercy began hammering her tender cunt. Within maybe a couple of minutes her sobs ended and the pain forgotten as she began moaning and screaming loudly, yelling "Yes!" between the screams. It was not long before Mark began to announce he was cumming. He slammed into her even harder for a couple of thrusts. He pulled out and began dumping the rest of his cum onto her pubic mound and stomach. That was the first time I noticed the blood. His dick was covered.
It took Cheryl several minutes to recover. While she did, I inspected the damage to my bed. Both pillows had the blood evidence of what had happened, as did the sheet. I glanced at the clock. Panic struck instantly. Dad would be home at any minute! I shoved Cheryl off the bed and told her to go get cleaned up. Mark helped me strip the bed, the whole time saying how amazing busting Cheryl's cherry had been, and me telling him to shut up. With my bed remade and the bloody linen stuffed in my closet, Mark headed for his room, just as the front door opened.
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