Meagan and Matt

He hesitated a bit when he got to my sides; I lay with my arms over my head, and the sides of my boobs were prominently in view. His hand roamed over my ribs and back down again, then he finally gave in to temptation and included those too. I was squirming, it felt so good. When I sat up to put my shirt back on, I turned just a little bit, so he got a good view of the side of one of my tits. When I kissed him goodnight, I flicked my tongue between his lips.

Massage became our nightly ritual. Both of us were hungry for another person's touch, and each time we touched, we hit a little more skin. The next time, I tugged his shorts down a few inches, and traced his back muscles down to the top of his buns.

When it was my turn, he did the same thing to me. When he was finished, and still straddling me, I suddenly rolled over on my back. There were my bare breasts, staring him right in the face. I reached over, grabbed the massage oil, and squirted it all over the front of myself.

It was obvious what I wanted him to do. He started out massaging my shoulders, my chest, then my belly, avoiding my boobs. I finally took his hands and placed them right on them. His touch was so tender, so caressing, so loving.

When his hands skimmed across my nipples, they swelled up and got so hard, I thought they would burst. I took my fingers and showed him how I liked them touched. He rolled them between his thumb and finger, pulled them gently, and pinched them, quitting just before it hurt.

My whole body was on fire. My pussy was soaked. I writhed and bucked underneath him. "Oh God, Matt, oh God, oh God, Maaatt," I shouted, as I had a crashing orgasm. I lay back, sated, gasping for breath. He bent over and gave me a quick kiss and headed off to his room. The front of his shorts stuck straight out.

I slept in the nude that night; some nights I do that because it feels really good. Sometime, in the middle of the night, Maggie whined to go out. My mind was so preoccupied by the events of the evening, I forgot to let her out before I went to bed. I thought about putting a robe on, but I didn't, and walked downstairs stark naked.

She went out and peed, and I stood out on the back porch for a while, looking at the full moon. When I walked back down the hallway, Matt was just coming out of the bathroom. He looked at me up and down with a lopsided grin on his face. He watched my boobs sway as I walked, then focused on my bald pussy.

It's kind of funny; I spent years waiting for my pubic hair to grow, and finally I had this big silky blonde bush, and then I shaved it all off. When I looked at one of Matt's "Playboy" magazines, all the models had bare pussies. I figured, if that's what guys like, I'd do mine that way. I put the hair in an envelope and saved it.

I smiled at him, then walked up and patted his arm before turning to go back in my room. Hoping he was still watching, I twitched my hips provocatively.

The next morning we walked over to the community college. I had finished my freshman year there, and Matt wanted to go to college on the GI Bill. We took Maggie on her leash, and she pranced happily along beside us. On the way back, we held hands, our fingers interlocked with each other.

That night, when I had massaged my way down to his lower back, I made no pretense about tugging his shorts down just a little lower; I pulled them all the way off and went to work on his great buns. Judging from the pleasure sounds he was making, I was doing a pretty good job. I worked my way up is legs, and when I got to the top, I could see the underside of his ball sac and the outline of the two globes that it held.

"Okay, now, roll over on your back." I held my breath when he did.

"Is everything all right?" he asked, reacting to the expression on my face.

"Yeah," I gulped, "it's just that I've never seen a penis before." It lay between his legs, resting on his balls, surrounded by a mass of curly black hair.

I rubbed the oil over his shoulders, down his chest and his belly, carefully avoiding his pubic area. When I finished with his legs, there was nothing left to do, but to get to the heart of the matter.

Squirting some oil on his cock, I took it in my hand, and watched in fascination as it grew longer and got harder and harder. To this day, I don't think there's anything more exciting than watching a man's penis become erect.

I held it, and examined it from all angles, from the top, the bottom, and the side view. It was so much better looking and more well defined than the vibrator I had. The head was darker than the rest, and when I squeezed the bottom of his shaft, it swelled even more.

I started to stroke it, watching the skin move under my hand. Slippery with oil, I fisted my hand and worked his crown, watching as it slid up through my hand. Cupping his balls with one hand, I started pumping, all the way from the top of his head to the root.

"Oh, God, Meagan, that feels so good," he moaned. "Don't stop, don't stop."

I felt his balls get tight in my hand, and his cock jerked and spasmed as he came, covering his belly with his semen. He let go another spurt that just ran out of the little hole on top, and covered my hand. Watching a man come is another huge turn-on for me. Still holding his now limp cock in my hand, I bent down and kissed him. This time I put my tongue in his mouth.

When it was my turn for a massage, I just stripped naked, pulling my boxers off along with my tee shirt. I lay face down on the floor, and when he straddled me, I could feel his soft cock dangle between my butt cheeks.

He worked his way down my back. As usual his strong hands felt wonderful on my body. Then his hands were on my ass! I had no idea that was an erogenous zone, but it certainly turned me on. He kneaded and stroked, and I was rocking from side to side in pure pleasure. That crease between my cheeks, and legs rang all my bells.

Starting at my ankles, he worked his way up my legs. When he got to my thighs, his fingers brushed against my outer lips, which were swollen with my rising heat. My pussy was soaked with my juice, and I'm sure he could smell the musk.

I rolled over on my back, and his eyes took in my whole body. His cock started to swell to about half-mast, and I'm sure my body was glowing with the pure heat that I felt.

He now knew how to fondle my breasts, and he made me come again. His hands worked their way across my tummy, and followed the curves of my hips. Skirting around my pubis, like I had done with him, he started massaging my legs.

When he got to my thighs, I spread my legs a bit to give him better access. He couldn't take his eyes off my pussy, as my engorged clit peeked out from between my lips.

Finally, his hands found my mound. He cupped my center, and gently slipped the tip of his finger into my vagina.

"Put it all the way in, as deep as you can. Use two fingers."

"But you're a virgin, won't I hurt your, uh..."

"My cherry? Don't worry about that; I broke it myself last year with a vibrator."

He looked relieved, then put two fingers inside me and moved them in and out. It felt wonderful.

"Rub my clit," I gasped.

"I know women have one, but I don't know where it is. Can you show me? Show me how you like to be touched."

I drew up my knees and spread my lips apart.

"I've never seen a woman's, um..."

"Pussy?"

"I've never seen a woman's pussy before."

"I know you've had sex."

I've only been laid once, and it was in the dark." Somehow, I thought he'd been more experienced than he was. That would just make it all the more exciting for both of us.

"Wow, Megan, that's really beautiful," he said, carefully examining all my lips and folds.

"This is my clitoris, right at the top of my vagina. Watch this," I said, and slid the hood back so the glans stood out.

As I had with my nipples, I took my fingers and showed him how I liked to be touched. He gently stroked my labia, then moved on to my clit. He rubbed across the hood, then gently started tracing circles around the head.

"Put your fingers back inside me while you do that."

The combination of being finger-fucked, while my clit was being stroked, brought me over the edge, and the orgasm thundered through my whole body. He kept on going and I came again; milky white fluid seeped out of my cunt and ran through the cheeks of my ass.

When I could breathe again, I pulled his face down to mine, and kissed him tenderly.

"I love you, Matt." There, I said it out loud. To him. I didn't know how he would react.

"I love you too, Meagan."

"I mean I'm IN love with you."

"I know. Me too."

I lay awake, in my bed, for the longest time that night. What ever were we going to do?

At our next nightly "session," we just stripped naked before we started. When I straddled Matt, my pussy was right over his great buns. I made no pretense about it, I pressed my crotch tight against his ass, and started grinding against him. My heat was rising, straining for release.

When I finished with his backside and he flipped over, his penis, in anticipation, was hard as a rock. When I knelt over him, I pressed my swollen labia against it.

I didn't use any oil on the front side of him, nor did I knead any of his muscles. I stroked him with my hands, then gently raked my nails across his chest, down his belly, and through his curly black pubic hair.

"God, I love to look at your tits like that." I was leaning forward and they hung down provocatively. He filled his hands with them, and my nipples were already swollen and sticking out.

I kept my hands moving, teasing, all around his cock, but not touching it. It was throbbing, and a drop of clear liquid emerged from the tip.

Leaning down, I took it in my hand and ran my tongue from the base to the tip. When I got to the head, I sucked it into my mouth and worked it up and down with my lips.

"Tell me what feels good; I've never done this before." Karen Wenner, the high school blowjob queen, had told me what to do, but this was my first time.

"Everything you're doing feels good. Nobody's ever done this to me before." Another first experience to share.

Gently rolling his balls in one hand, I licked, and sucked, and bobbed up and down on his cock. He started moaning and moving his hips up and down. I put my hand around his shaft and started stroking it in time with my mouth.

"Oh, God, Meagan...I'm going to cooome...AHH..."

He tried to pull my head away, but I kept it there and sucked even harder as his thick cream filled my mouth. That was my first taste of cum, and I discovered that I really liked it. I swallowed it all.

Matt drew my face up to his, and kissed me deeply. I wasn't sure he wanted to kiss me when I still had his spunk in my mouth, but he put his tongue in deep, and I'm sure he could taste himself.

When it was my turn, I didn't even bother lying on my stomach. I was too turned-on to wait that long; I wanted his mouth on my tits and in my pussy. I wanted more than that, but we were building this up, one step at a time.

He used his hands like I did, to stroke and tease with feather-soft touches--over my breasts, down my tummy, over my flaring hips, and all around my nether regions. I was purring like a kitten.

His deep brown eyes radiated both lust and love. His lips replaced his hands, as he started kissing my boobs; the undersides, the subtle curve on the tops, and the valley in between.

His mouth was tormenting me, as he went all around my nipples. Finally, when I could hardly stand it anymore, he zeroed in on my aching peaks. He sucked a nipple deep into his mouth, suckling and tonguing at the same time.

An electric jolt ran straight from my tit to my clit, and when he slipped a finger into my wet cunt, I exploded. He switched from one nipple to the other, while moving his finger in and out of me, and I came even harder.

While I was gasping for breath, his mouth moved lower and lower toward my mound. I drew up my knees and spread my legs wide apart. He continued the teasing, kissing my thigh, across my mound, and down the other side.

Finally, he got to my center. His lips nipped and nibbled my swollen outer lips. When his tongue ran up and down my slit, I was going crazy. I took my fingers and spread my lips apart, giving him access to my most tender parts. This was the first pussy he had ever gone down on, but he needed no coaching. He licked my engorged minora around both sides, then gently sucked them into his mouth. He plunged his tongue into my tunnel of love and swirled it around and around.

My clit had worked its way out of the little burrow where it usually lived, and stuck out proudly, red, ripe, and throbbing. Matt's tongue found its way under the head, and he flicked it unmercifully, before sucking the whole thing into his mouth.

I shook, I shuddered, I fisted my hands in his hair and pulled his head even tighter against me.

"Oh, God, Matt, oh God, OOOOOH!" I filled his mouth with my musky ambrosia, as I had the biggest orgasm of my life. When I finally subsided, he kissed me deeply, and it was my turn to taste myself in his mouth.

For the next several days, we abandoned our nightly massage ritual. We went to the movies, took Maggie for long walks in the park, and went driving in the country.

We both knew where this was headed.

I wanted him desperately, but I was afraid of forcing myself on him. He told me later that he felt that, because he was my older brother, he didn't want to take advantage of me.

We spent a lot of time talking, reminiscing about our childhood, and our future educational goals. Matt wanted to be a computer programmer, and I wanted to be a nurse. We spent a lot of time talking all around what was really on our minds, and in our hearts.

Then, tired of waiting, I decided to take the bull by the horns. I put on my sheer white babydolls over a lacy thong, and walked into his room. He looked up from the book he was reading and his eyes got big. Although he had seen my body naked, there is something about the mystique of seeing through filmy gauze that is incredibly sexy.

I put my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.

"Make love with me, Matt, I want you so badly."

"I want you too, Megan..." and his voice trailed off.

"I hear a 'but' in there."

"But, I'm your older brother, and I should..."

I interrupted him before he could finish.

"Do you love me, Matt?"

"With all my heart."

"And I love you. We're both adults; we love each other. Are we hurting anyone?"

"No."

"Are we doing anything that will hurt each other?"

"No."

"Will you make love with me?"

"Oh, God, yes." He swept me into his arms, and there were tears in both our eyes.

We kissed for the longest time. Funny, we had gone down on each other, but we had never really made out. We made up for that in short order.

"Meagan?"

"Yes?"

"I never did tell you how much I like that lingerie you're wearing."

"Then you're really going to like getting me out of it."

His mouth moved from mine, down my neck, across my shoulder, slipping one strap on my babydolls off. He kissed me across my chest, and down to the one breast that was exposed. When his mouth found my nipple, I pulled the other strap over my shoulder, and let slip to the floor.

I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, and we stood together, chest to chest. His hands found both cheeks of my ass, and he kneaded and massaged them. His hard cock pressed against my stomach. I pulled his shorts down and took his erection in my hand.

My blood was boiling, my bones turning to jelly. Unable to stand any longer, I pulled him down on the bed, and he hovered over me. I quivered all over as his hungry mouth devoured me. I had the first of what would be many orgasms, when he sucked my nipples.

His mouth moved down across my tummy, pausing to tongue my navel, before skimming across the top of my panties. They were soaking wet, and the tiny triangle of lace was pulled up between my lips.

I slid the thong slowly down my hips, and his lips followed the slow descent. When I kicked them off, I drew up my knees and spread my pussy open to him.

He kissed, licked, and sucked every part of my hot, wet center. When his tongue found my swollen clit, I exploded, and flooded his face with my milky white juice. He gave me a moment to recover, and brought me over the peak again.

"Now, Matt, come inside me now. I want to feel your cock in me."

When he rose over me, I took his cock in my hand and directed it to my opening. Slowly, he slid the head between my lips, and my cunt started to widen to take him in. He pushed on, slowly, gently, until his whole length was inside me.

I had waited so long for this, for him. It's hard to describe all the sensations I felt the first time I had a real cock inside me. I was so hot, so silky slippery, so tight. My vagina pulsed as the muscles spasmed around him, holding him even tighter.

He plunged in and out of me, setting up a rhythm that I matched with my hips. "Ahhh," I cried, as I had a deep vaginal orgasm, squeezing his cock with a velvet vice-like grip.

"Oh, God, Matt, fuck me Matt, fuck me hard...faster...harder."

His back suddenly arched, and his eyes rolled back in his head, and he shouted my name, as he exploded, sending wave after wave of his hot cum into the deepest part of my cunt, setting me off once again.

Spent, exhausted, we lay side by side, cuddling and stroking each other's body.

"I love you, Matt."

"I love you too, Beanie."

I punched his arm. Really hard. And we both laughed until the tears ran down our cheeks.

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That was ten years ago. We graduated from college and moved to another town where nobody knew our history. Maggie is twelve, and her muzzle is turning white. Every day our love grows stronger.