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My Family
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Bi-Sexual Female / 39
My Lovely Brother Part Two - Camping Holiday
The response to my confession about my relationship with my lovely brother touched me. A few comments asked for some of the ‘dripping’ details and further experiences. I have, over the years, let my mind drift back to my teens when the relationship was in full swing; in my mind's eye, I sometimes relive some of the memories; so here we go.
As a family, we regularly went camping in France; as kids, we would share a tent with mum and dad. When I was about thirteen and Gerard, my brother, fourteen, our family went camping; however, they bought a second tent. I think our parents wanted some privacy (even writing that caused me to grimace), and dad bought a huge second family tent, and we were given the old one. The old tent was enormous, consisting of an outside area, a living room and three bedrooms. For security, our tent was situated in the corner of the camping field with a high stone wall on two sides of the tent, then a couple of trees and then mum and dad’s tent. I took the larger bedroom at the back of the tent, which had been mum and dad’s, including their old double tent bed, and Gerard took my old room. The tent was safe, secluded and, more importantly, private. For added protection, mum and dad would ensure as we went to bed, we attached a tent zip lock on the inside so nobody could get in. My brother and I were so excited about our two-week holiday. Here are some of the details.
On the first night, we ate in our parent's tent and afterwards retired to ours, locked ourselves in and went to bed. To be safe, we had agreed to wait half an hour before my brother came to me. During that half an hour, I had let my hand drift into my panties and played with my clitoris as I imagined the upcoming session. It was a warm night, so I was lying on top of my sleeping bag in a T-shirt and panties. Without talking, he slipped my T-Shirt off and sucked on my breasts. During puberty, my nipples were extremely puffy and very sensitive. I was in heaven, and I recall feeling my clit tingle as he sucked hard. I had my hand in his boxers, stroking him; he was so hard. I loved it when my brother took my panties off; no other lover had ever done it in such a sensual way. I loved the feeling of the cotton slowly pulling against my legs and then the coolness of the air around my exposed pussy. When my panties were off, Gerard would almost always slowly separate my legs and lick up them both, spending time kissing the inside of my thighs. I loved feeling his breath on my pussy, the anticipation of the touch. When his tongue licked through my pussy lips, my back arched, and I had to struggle not to moan out loud. I think I had my first orgasm as he licked my clitoris.
I couldn’t wait to taste my brother; I greedily took his penis into my mouth and flicked my tongue around the glans. We did freeze a couple of times as we thought we had heard a noise outside; this somehow heightened the eroticism. As I had started having menstrual cycles, my brother put a condom on, I remember waiting with my legs wide apart and then feeling his body weight on me in the dark and the fantastic feeling as his penis quickly entered me, and his tongue entered my mouth. There were some squeaks on the camp bed, so we had to go slowly, which further heightened the enjoyment. With his cock slowly sliding in and out of my vagina, I almost cried out when his mouth left mine and encompassed my puffy nipple. I came hard, and not long afterwards, I could feel Gerard’s cock start twitching as he came too. We spent the night together and pretty much fucked all night. I would fall asleep and then wake to feel my brother’s cock fucking me. I woke up in the early morning and could hear the birds singing, it was light, and I looked at his bare cock as he slept. I couldn’t resist but take him in my mouth. I tasted the remnants of his cum; I’d never taken his soft penis in my mouth, and it felt strange. He soon became erect, and we ended up in the sixty-nine position.
Thus started the most fantastic holiday I’d ever had up to that point; although my parents did notice how tired we looked at breakfast and were concerned, we were not sleeping as we were frightened being alone in the tent. We said we had sat up talking until late and promised to get some more sleep that night, but we didn’t. No idea how many times we fucked during those two weeks; I know my brother had to buy more condoms, and we would have to hide the used ones until we could dispose of them in the camps bins.
As a family, we regularly went camping in France; as kids, we would share a tent with mum and dad. When I was about thirteen and Gerard, my brother, fourteen, our family went camping; however, they bought a second tent. I think our parents wanted some privacy (even writing that caused me to grimace), and dad bought a huge second family tent, and we were given the old one. The old tent was enormous, consisting of an outside area, a living room and three bedrooms. For security, our tent was situated in the corner of the camping field with a high stone wall on two sides of the tent, then a couple of trees and then mum and dad’s tent. I took the larger bedroom at the back of the tent, which had been mum and dad’s, including their old double tent bed, and Gerard took my old room. The tent was safe, secluded and, more importantly, private. For added protection, mum and dad would ensure as we went to bed, we attached a tent zip lock on the inside so nobody could get in. My brother and I were so excited about our two-week holiday. Here are some of the details.
On the first night, we ate in our parent's tent and afterwards retired to ours, locked ourselves in and went to bed. To be safe, we had agreed to wait half an hour before my brother came to me. During that half an hour, I had let my hand drift into my panties and played with my clitoris as I imagined the upcoming session. It was a warm night, so I was lying on top of my sleeping bag in a T-shirt and panties. Without talking, he slipped my T-Shirt off and sucked on my breasts. During puberty, my nipples were extremely puffy and very sensitive. I was in heaven, and I recall feeling my clit tingle as he sucked hard. I had my hand in his boxers, stroking him; he was so hard. I loved it when my brother took my panties off; no other lover had ever done it in such a sensual way. I loved the feeling of the cotton slowly pulling against my legs and then the coolness of the air around my exposed pussy. When my panties were off, Gerard would almost always slowly separate my legs and lick up them both, spending time kissing the inside of my thighs. I loved feeling his breath on my pussy, the anticipation of the touch. When his tongue licked through my pussy lips, my back arched, and I had to struggle not to moan out loud. I think I had my first orgasm as he licked my clitoris.
I couldn’t wait to taste my brother; I greedily took his penis into my mouth and flicked my tongue around the glans. We did freeze a couple of times as we thought we had heard a noise outside; this somehow heightened the eroticism. As I had started having menstrual cycles, my brother put a condom on, I remember waiting with my legs wide apart and then feeling his body weight on me in the dark and the fantastic feeling as his penis quickly entered me, and his tongue entered my mouth. There were some squeaks on the camp bed, so we had to go slowly, which further heightened the enjoyment. With his cock slowly sliding in and out of my vagina, I almost cried out when his mouth left mine and encompassed my puffy nipple. I came hard, and not long afterwards, I could feel Gerard’s cock start twitching as he came too. We spent the night together and pretty much fucked all night. I would fall asleep and then wake to feel my brother’s cock fucking me. I woke up in the early morning and could hear the birds singing, it was light, and I looked at his bare cock as he slept. I couldn’t resist but take him in my mouth. I tasted the remnants of his cum; I’d never taken his soft penis in my mouth, and it felt strange. He soon became erect, and we ended up in the sixty-nine position.
Thus started the most fantastic holiday I’d ever had up to that point; although my parents did notice how tired we looked at breakfast and were concerned, we were not sleeping as we were frightened being alone in the tent. We said we had sat up talking until late and promised to get some more sleep that night, but we didn’t. No idea how many times we fucked during those two weeks; I know my brother had to buy more condoms, and we would have to hide the used ones until we could dispose of them in the camps bins.
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