My First Love

My first love was my brother.

My father left my mom with two children when I was 15. It left a hole in our family and my mom was unable to pay bills for a while. I shared a room with my younger brother. My brother and I never fought and he always wanted to be around me because our father would never really give us time when he was with my mother. I tried to help my mom out as much as I could before my aunt moved in because she was super depressed for a while and wouldn’t give us much attention either due to work.

Things started to change when my brother hit his growth spurt and my teen hormones were kicking in. We had always horse played around in our rooms and slept in the same bed occasionally but now he was huge and weighed more. Whenever he got out of bed in the mornings I would notice his bulge in his underwear and I would get really excited touching him. I would fall asleep on his lap watching tv and I could feel his package. My breasts were growing and swelling and I was growing out of my girl panties at the time. This was also a time where boys were hitting on me at school and men would sometimes try to flirt with me in public because of my big breasts.

One night when we were in bed together, he fell asleep cuddling with me. I could feel his package swell and it was intensely poking me. I was so turned on I took my panties off and started grinding my hips against his penis. A couple of minutes later he woke up and took his briefs off and was grinding his penis against my ass. I repositioned his cock and grinded on it until he let out a big sigh of relief and I felt my back painted with cum. He sounded scared and kept trying to apologize but I calmed him down with a kiss and told him it was natural and okay with me.

We had a talk the next night when I noticed he was scared to talk to me so I hopped in his bed. He mentioned that he didn’t know if it was okay but felt reassured when I told him he could do anything to me and I would always love him. I knew how boys felt when they saw women’s bodies at his age and wanted him to feel safe with me. He took my virginity one night when we were spooning again and I remember him wrapping his arms around my tits and his cock pumping me with his cum. We almost had a few pregnancy scares and eventually I transitioned him to condoms before I started taking birth control to regulate my terrible cycles.

From that point forward we were more comfortable with seeing our bodies around each other. We started showering together at times as well when our mother was working. And gave every inch of my body to him. I loved feeling like he owned me. And playing with his cock like he was the man of our house.

We moved to a townhome a few years later and ended up getting separate rooms but continued to fuck when no one was around. There were a couple of phases I remember that make me wet thinking about. Like his rebellious phase when he turned 18 and loved almost getting caught plowing me. He would pin me down on the floor and fuck the lights out of me.