Elizabeth's story: sexual discovery with my stepbrother - Sex Stories

Elizabeth's story: sexual discovery with my stepbrother

... hide the size and dimensions of this rigid tool. I had never seen an erect penis before, and I was astonished at the apparent length and girth of this erection barely hiding under the sheet. I handed him the juice as he struggled to sit up, and actually placed the two Tylenol into his mouth as he opened for me. Sitting up now, with the sheet gathered around his waist, his erection made a tent poking straight up. It was so obvious, it was distracting to me. Despite me intentionally looking away several times, Gary’s erection seemed to demand that my eyes return again and again to glance at the large pole sticking straight up straining at the sheet. I could feel myself blush each time I did so; afraid Gary would notice my fixation. “Thank you, sis. And thanks for getting me last night. I am sorry I am such a pain.” As Gary spoke, it occurred to me that he did not seem to be aware of his obvious boner. “It’s OK. I’d say that ‘you would do the same for me’, but I think you probably would just leave me swimming in my own vomit in the basement of Caroline’s house!” We both laughed at the thought. I turned and started the leave, not sure where this was going, and wanting to leave before my fixation with his erection became too obvious. “Sis, stay and talk to me.” Gary got serious. “Do you miss him a lot?” “Of course I do,” I responded. “We all do. It is hard on all of us. I understand what you are going through.” I paused and we sat there in silence, thinking about what we had ...

... lost. “But he would want us to go on and not ‘wallow in grief’. Dad would want us to use his death to motivate us, not to defeat us. He would want us to lean on each other now.” I leaned in and hugged him, and he hugged me back. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes as I reflected on Dad and his death. This hug was affectionate, and not the least bit sexual or inappropriate. As I write this it occurs to me that was the last hug Gary & ever shared that did not have some sexual tension. Holding him for those 30 to 40 seconds, I felt the tears start to stream down my face. And I tried to regain my composure. After a minute or two, I broke the silence, “Look, I don’t want to be mean; but your breath stinks. If you want to talk any more, you need to go brush your teeth and rinse your mouth out.” I sat on the edge of his bed waiting for his reaction to my candid remark. At the moment, an insult seemed to be the best way to move away from the emotional reflection on Dad, and move on to more normal discourse between Gary and me. But quickly I was reminded of the sexual tension of Gary’s nakedness, his huge impressive erection, and my unnatural attraction to my brother’s rigid penis. “Ah sis, ain’t nothing but a little vomit. That’s all.” Gary made a face feigning hurt at my comment, then continued, “I admit, my mouth tastes like a dog has taken a dump in there.” Then he got up. He appeared to think about using the sheet as cover, but seemed to decide it was far too cumbersome. “OK, ...