Summer Fun with my Brother - Sex Stories

Summer Fun with my Brother

... know what? You guys could bring your game system and come over to my apartment tomorrow? I'll order pizzas, you can use my big screen TV. That way you don't have any parents breathing down your necks."

All six boys instantly loved the idea! They set a time and Ricky gave them my address.

It was starting to get late, so after the boys all said goodbye, Ricky and I packed up and left.

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We sat down to dinner and talked about how we could show Ricky's friends a fun time, the following night. I have a few ideas, but I wasn't ready to suggest them to my baby brother...not yet.

After cleaning up from dinner, I announced that I was going to shower again. I wanted to wash the beach sand and tanning lotion off, before bed.

Again, I made sure to leave the door open.

After I'd shaved my legs, pits and pussy, a wicked little idea popped into my head…

"Hey Ricky," I called out to him. "Would you come wash my back? It's really hard to get this greasy stuff off, by myself."

"Um, er. Yeah, I guess." His voice cracked, as he was overcome by nervousness.

The excitement of showing off to him was intoxicating. I could feel my slit getting slick, with anticipa........tion.

When he walked into the bathroom, I could see his internal conflict. He was trying to be a gentleman and avert his eyes from my nakedness, but the horniness of being an adolescent male virgin was overpowering his will.

"Bro, you don't mind do you?" I asked him. "I mean it's not ...

... like it's the first time you've seen me naked. We grew up together, for god's sake."

"Nah, uh, I don't mind," he stammered. "But last time I saw you naked was… Well, that was before you started developing boobies. Um, we were both just kids, then."

"Well, you know me, Ricky; I've never really been shy. I'm not really any different than any other naked girl you've seen."

"Um, sis. I've never seen a naked girl, in real life. Only in pictures and online, never the real thing," he answered. The shame was evident in his voice.

"Oh. Well I'm sure that'll all change, soon enough," I grinned over my shoulder at him.

He just nodded and proceeded to wash my backside for me. His breathing was again ragged and rapid, I could feel his nervous hands shaking as he washed.

He soaped my shoulders, my back, my sides. His hands reached around and tentatively groped some side boob. He worked his way past the small of my back and started to soap my shapely butt.

"Make sure you get in my butt crack too," I instructed. "You wouldn't believe how sand gets everywhere, from the beach.

He did as he was instructed.

I can't lie, I was sort of disappointed that he didn't give my asshole as much attention as he had at the beach. But I realize that he thought I'd been asleep then, so I understood his hesitation.

When he was finished, I thanked him and he started back toward the couch.

"Hey bro," I caught him. "Don't run off. Stay and keep me company. You can sit there on the ...