My First Time With My Brother (True) - Sex Stories

My First Time With My Brother (True)

This is a true story. It is the story of my first incest experience with my brother. It happened when I was 14 years old, my brother was 17. I hope everyone enjoys the story. If you do, I will be sure to add more later on. I just wanted to get this one off my chest to see how it goes. It was the summer. At the time, we were living in a suburb of Chicago. Anyone who knows Chicago knows that it can get extremely hot during the summer. I was 14, just finished my freshman year in high school. It was also the summer that I started to develop breasts. So naturally, I was starting to become more popular with all the horny boys in school and the neighborhood. I had never had sex up to this point, and I was not really looking either. The girls our age who had sex had all been labeled “sluts” or “whores.” This was not something I wanted tagged onto my name throughout my high school life. It was hard enough getting through life as a 14 year-old girl without the stigma of being the “easy girl.” As I said, I was starting to develop. My breasts went from a flat A-cup to a solid B-cup that could swell up nicely when I was on my period. I was super thin, as I still am. I used to play soccer, so I would work out a bit here and there. My stomach was starting to develop a perfect six-pack that wasn’t overly muscular, just well-defined. It was because of this, as well as the breasts, that I was attracting the attention of the jocks in school. Not that I didn’t mind. But it was nice to know I ...

... could have my pick when my sexual desire flared up. My brother was entering his senior year after that summer. He was the superstar jock in our school. Well, one of them, at least. I always thought he was the greatest, because a big brother is always a god in his sister’s eyes. He was a rock star on the football field, star linebacker, scouted by colleges from all over. He was amazing. He stood 6’3” and weighed a muscular 225. He had his pick of the girls, and I knew that he had more than his share. Before I get into the story, I should point out the fact that I had seen him naked before. And I can confirm that his build had nothing to do with steroids. Not that I was looking to see him naked, but our house was built in such a way that our bedrooms shared a bathroom. It was inevitable that we would occasionally walk in on the other by accident. He had seen me naked, and I him. We didn’t talk about it, but it was a fact of life. And, before your minds go there, no, I did not ever fantasize about him. He was well-hung, and gorgeous. But he was my brother, nothing more. Back to the summer. We didn’t have a pool or anything, so the heat of the summer always sucked. Yeah, we had a local pool, but when it got above 100, everyone in town was there and it wasn’t any fun. Most of the time we resorted to the old sprinkler to cool off. You get used to it. This particular day, I had the sprinkler off, bikini on, and I was laying on the back deck tanning. My parents were off working, as ...