When the Need Strikes - Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

When the Need Strikes - Chapter 2

... and throwing them out. There was an awkward pause, and he began to leave. He was almost completely gone before I said anything. “Wait!” I cried out, and Craig poked his head back into the room. “What’s up?” “I…” Another long pause ensued, and I could tell he was getting tired. “I…was wondering if…” Again, there was a silence, but as Craig’s eyes widened, I knew he had realized what I was getting at. “For real?” he said, and I just nodded, my cheeks beet-red. “But I thought girls…” “Yeah,” I replied. “Normally we don’t. It’s just that…” Again, I didn’t have to finish the sentence. I think Craig realized how much it had cost me, silently confessing that jerking him off had turned me on, and so he didn’t ask any follow-up questions, or push the point any further. But I saw a slight swagger to his step as he re-entered the room, and once more sat next to me on the bed. We just sat there, two blushing siblings, until I threw him a pair of gloves. “Oh, I don’t mind.” “I do,” I insisted. “Put them on.” After he had, we continued to avoid eye-contact, until I glanced at the clock and saw that it was almost 2am. If I didn’t start things now, we could be here all night, and I had a busy day the next morning. With an orgasm to prevent sex taking over my brain the whole time, it could be a productive day—provided I got to sleep sooner rather than later. “Okay,” I said, trying to act as professionally as possible. It had worked to keep this as un-weird as possible so far, it could work ...

... now. “I’m going to take my pants off—have you ever done anything like this before?” “No,” he said, but without any awkwardness. Good. He’d obviously taken my lead. I sort of wished he wouldn’t stare at me so intently, but it was probably better than the alternative. “That’s fine,” I said matter-of-factly. “I’ll talk you through it. Now turn around while I undress.” A few seconds later, I sat in front of my younger brother naked from the waist down. “Okay,” I said. “I’m already quite wet, but a bit of lube wouldn’t go amiss. Yes, that’s enough. Good. Now, take two fingers, and slowly start drawing little circles around my clit. No, lower than that. Lower. Waay lower…here, look where I’m pointing. Yes, that’s—oh, wow. Yes, that’s the spot. Good. Now, normally I’d just do that for a while, but…oh f—…yes, keep doing that. Mmm, yes. Yes. “Okay, now, uh, take your other hand, and just use one finger for now. No, don’t just—don’t just stick it in. Jesus, Craig. Play with my lips. Run a finger up and down, and they’ll open up like a flower. Once they have, you can…oh yes, that’s it. Yes…slower. Oh, fuck. Sorry, pardon my—oh fuck. Where did you learn to do that??” I looked down at my brother in shock. He’d gone a bit fast at first, but suddenly it was as my virgin brother had been replaced with a natural Casanova. Without needing instruction, he’d begun fucking me with one finger, and as he looked up at me with a grin, he slipped a second finger inside me, his other hand circling my ...