Growing up my younger brother and I had to share a bedroom. One night, when I was around 13 or 14, I felt the need to masturbate. I had probably been into it for a couple of minutes when I thought that I heard my brother make a noise. As I continued to play with myself I watched my brother to see if he was up. To my shock I could tell that beneath his sheets he was rubbing his cock. I could clearly see it's pointed end tracking back and forth as my brother dragged it across the sheet. He probably heard me playing with myself and got excited too.

At first I was pissed off that my brother had been eavesdropping on me. How dare he get a hardon over me playing with myself. This was supposed to be mu private moment. But the more that I watched my brother as he played with his hard cock, the hornier I got. I began to wonder what sex really felt like, and if my brother might be willing to help me, and himself, find out what it was like.

I quickly jumped out of my bed and into my brother's, covering his mouth so that he wouldn't scream. I can still see his wide eyes looking up at me as I told him of my idea. At first he was against it, but I was as horny as hell and I wouldn't take no for an answer.

I had already taken my panties off in my own bed, so I fished my brother's hard cock out of his shorts and I began to rub my pussy over its shaft. My brother still protested, but I could tell that he was quickly starting to like it. Finally I brought my pussy up far enough so that the head of my brother's cock felt the slippery opening of my pussy. Immediately he agreed to my plan.

I had already put a lot of things into my pussy, but nothing had ever felt as good as my brother's cock. I sat on him as hard as I could, wishing that his little cock was bigger. Wishing that he could push it deeper inside of me. My pussy felt like it was on fire as I rocked my hips back and forth, rubbing my clit as I did.

I fought to stifle a scream when my orgasm ripped through my body, and I collapsed down onto my brother, begging him to hold me in his arms. It wasn't until I had regained some of my composure that I thought about my brother. I asked if he had cum inside of me and he said yes. That's when the panic set in.

I quickly ran into the bathroom to try to clean myself, praying to God that I wouldn't get pregnant and promising that I would never have sex with my brother again. Well, I didn't get pregnant, but my brother and I continued to have sex. We used a condom until I went on the pill. We're both in college now and we still have sex whenever we're alone and horny.