My Little Bother

I have a brother Mark who is two years younger than me. I was sixteen; Mark around fourteen, when I caught him sniffing my soiled knickers! He apologised, promised never to do it again, and pleaded with me not to tell mum and dad. I was shocked at what I saw; we were very close as brother and sister and shared almost everything. He later confessed that he wanted to see what a vagina smelt like and then got hooked on my smell. He was very apologetic and ashamed and hoped I could one day forgive him.

It's strange, I was initially shocked and a little disgusted by what I'd seen; however, I was also a little excited by it. At sixteen, I was still a virgin, and although a couple of boyfriends had fingered me, actually more mauled than fingered, I was very innocent. A few weeks later, I told him he was forgiven, and I didn't mind if he continued to do this. He looked well shocked and promised once again not to do it. I told him I’d checked on the internet and it was only a natural thing boys did, and at least he wasn't surfing for porn or forcing himself on girls; so he could sniff my knickers with my consent. To be honest, I wanted him too as it made me feel like a sexy woman; what can I say? Puberty was a complex time!

I then found myself inspecting my knickers whenever I changed them. Should any of my knickers have menstrual or 'other' stains, I would rinse them out and put them straight into the washing machine; girls need some secrets. Sometimes, I would smear the gusset into my pussy, kind of masturbating with them before putting them in the laundry backet; I would imagine Mark sniffing them and end up having an orgasm.

I suppose if that's where it ended, it would be quite a lame confession to be making. I did ask Mark a few times if he still 'used' my panties, and usually, he confirmed he did with a smile. When I was about seventeen and Mark fifteen, our relationship changed. Our parents were out at a works Christmas party, and we had stayed home to watch TV. The TV in the lounge was massive with a brilliant sound system, and we wanted to watch different films. It was late, and we had both changed into our nightwear; I had on a nightie, panties and Kimono, whilst Mark wore a T-shirt and boxers. This wasn't unusual for us to have our bedtime attire on in front of each other. Anyway, we had just watched a movie and disagreement broke out about what we would watch next.

We ended up wrestling on the floor, and during our skirmish, I ended up sitting on top of Mark, pinning him to the carpet. Purely by accident, his head ended up my nightie and my panty gusset on his face. I think we both understood what had happened at the same time. I felt his tongue or nose brush against my panty covered pussy, and I involuntary rubbed myself on my little brother. It was a fantastic feeling sitting there on my brother's face, feeling his warm tongue lapping at my panties. I became aware that Mark had his cock out and was masturbating as I rubbed my crotch against his face. I can't remember how long this went on, but eventually, I had the most earth-shattering orgasm I'd ever had. My bother also moaned loudly and came.

This then became a regular occurrence. Usually, as soon as our parents left the house, I would sit on Mark's face and rub my crotch on his face until orgasm; mark would masturbate until he came too. Sometimes we became quite brazen and would get in from school, and if the coast was clear, go to one of our bedrooms and do our little thing. Over time, if I were wearing jeans or trousers, I would take them off and watch as Mark licked my panties as I rubbed myself on his face. On one occasion, I reversed and took hold of my brother's cock, my first, and wanked him off the orgasm.

On a couple of occasions I would be in my room studying at my desk and Mark would come in and stand behind me. I allowed him to put his hands in my blouse or T-Shirt and feel my bare breasts. He would be rubbing his crotch against my back as he did. On one occasion he came into my bathroom as I was in the bath, he stood next to bath and looked at my nude body for a couple of minutes, I think we talked about school. He then knelt down and felt my tits for ages in the end he washed them with a flannel. His hand did go under the water to feel my pussy but I stopped him.

It all ended when I was eighteen and due to go to college. I'd had a few drinks and was randy. I went into Mark's bedroom and raised my nightie as I sat on his face; only this time I'd taken my underwear off. Mark went wild, licking and probing my pussy, the feelings were incredible, and I came multiple times. I am a little ashamed we ended up in the sixty-nine position, and I tasted my first cock. It's terrible to think now that the first penis I touched and sucked was my little brother's!! I'd been drinking and was on a sexual high that night. It was such a shock when he came into my mouth. I didn't expect there to be so much spunk or for it to taste as foul as it did. I knew girlfriends were lying when they said it tasted like yoghurt!! It tasted like warm salty swimming bathwater, acrid and bleachy; I didn't like it much and have never allowed anybody else to come in my mouth since.

Ten years later, we are still close and sometimes laugh about our i****tual antics as teens. We both now have long term loving partners; however, even now, I sometimes fantasize when I'm being licked out or fucked that it's my brother and not my partner 