Cathy, Tracy or Me Ch. 02

LEGAL NOTICE: All characters are fictional, are not intended to resemble actual people, and are figments of my twisted imagination. They are also eighteen years of age or older.

DISCLAIMER: This story describes intimate moments shared between two siblings (male and female) who are in a loving relationship, including their first sexual experience under the very noses of their unsuspecting parents. If you find this offensive then please do not proceed, as you have been forewarned. This includes oral and vaginal sex.

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When it's time for dinner I leave my room fully dressed. I'm wearing the same blue-jean shorts and red blouse tied off under my boobs to leave my flat stomach exposed. Now more than ever I want to look good for Ben, to tease and tempt him. Knowing he loves me as much as I love him is an intoxicating feeling. All I can hope is that our parents can't see how strongly we're feeling for each other.

I try not to be obvious but every time I look away I feel my gaze being inexplicably drawn to his again and again. I love how handsome he is, and those eyes are driving me wild. I think of what we did earlier and want for nothing more than to do it again, and again. I need to feel him inside of me and it can't happen soon enough as far as I'm concerned.

After dinner our parents move to the living room to watch the news as is their habit. Ben and I know what is expected of us and as he clears the table I start to wash the dishes. Normally when the table is clear Ben leaves me to finish my chore alone, but this time is different. He stands to my right and starts drying them before putting them back in the appropriate cabinet or drawer.

Every few moments he leans in and gives my mouth a brief kiss. I like it but I'm afraid of getting caught in the act. I will literally die if either my mom or dad sees us being intimate.

"Please don't, save it for later," I tell him dismissively in a pleading tone.

He steps away, returns a few seconds later and tells me, "Dad's asleep in the recliner and mom's knitting. They won't see anything, Heather. Come on, give me a real kiss and then I'll leave you alone for a little while."

As I'm considering giving in, his fingers loosen the knot in my blouse and his hand boldly reaches inside, grasping my left boob and kneading it as the thumb teases the instantly-hard nipple. Before I can agree or disagree his lips are on mine, his tongue pushing its way into my mouth. With my hands wrist-deep in soapy dishwater it's all I can do but to give him what he wants. The passionate embrace quickly has my body awakening with sexual desire.

Apparently the "real" kiss he wants is more like a make-out session as he devours my mouth once again. The feel of his hand on my boob and teasing the nipple have my pussy moistening in anticipation. My knees go weak as the arousal heightens.

His mouth eventually pulls away. "Raise your right hand," he tells me. I trust him implicitly and so I do.

He dries it off with the damp towel he's been using for the dishes. I have to admit that I'm curious what mischief my older brother is planning. I don't have to wait long for an answer as he suddenly shoves my hand down the front of his jeans and undershorts. In an instant I feel my soft fingers rubbing against his growing cock.

As startled as I am I'm also incredibly turned on by the deep kissing. Despite the risk we are taking, instead of quickly removing my hand from inside of his clothing, my fingers form around the organ and start stroking it as best I can given the tight space of his pants. It grows thicker and harder as I'm playing with it. I absolutely love feeling it getting larger, knowing that it's me making it do this.

My look turns steamy and when he leans in again for a kiss I don't argue. Our tongues entwine once more in a heated embrace that sizzles with excitement, with our strong physical and emotional desire for one another.

My heart just about stops when he unexpectedly unfastens the front of his pants and pulls his erection out in the open. The fingers of my right hand are still stroking it, unwilling to let it go because it feels so damn great.

"Suck on it, just for a few seconds," he insists in a hushed whisper.

My eyes widen in horror as I urgently whisper, "Are you fucking kidding me? Mom and dad are just down the hall!"

"I know it's dangerous," he says with a lusty look on his face. "Don't you feel it? Don't you feel how excited you are because you know they're so close? I know I sure do."

I hadn't realized it before but my brother is right. It is scary but at the same time undeniably exciting. I told myself I'd be his sex slave, and this is all part of that mental commitment I'd made to him even though he didn't even know it. Maybe this is why I took the risk, or maybe I just did it because it is undeniably, heart-pounding frightening.

I wipe my other hand dry as I look in the direction of the living room, keenly aware of any noise or movement that might indicate someone is approaching. Satisfied of our privacy, at least for the moment, I sink to my knees and take half his cock inside my mouth. His hands grasp my head and guide it forward and back as his hips move in rhythm.

I enjoy the rush of arousal filling my loins as I lick and suck on him, pursed lips moving back and forth along the granite-hard, pulsating organ. Hearing his squelched groans of pleasure give me joy. I know what I'm doing is wrong at so many levels but another part of me is cherishing this moment I'm spending with my brother. I've never felt so close to him before. My heart is pounding from the combination of fear and excitement surging through my veins.

Ben is just as excited as I am. I can feel his cock throbbing and body trembling. After a minute or so he starts fucking my mouth faster and harder. I'm afraid to keep going, scared half out of my wits, but I don't want to disappoint him either. The risk we're taking is ridiculous but I stay on my knees and give him what he wants. He's breathing heavier and his movements are even more frantic than before.

I tighten my lips and suck as hard as I can as his cock urgently pumps in and out of my mouth. I hear him grunt at the same time as his body stiffens, and then the eruptions of thick, hot cum follow. A half dozen streams steadily squirt to the back of my closed-off throat and fill my mouth. I keep it up until the climax diminishes and the steady flow changes to a slow release of the remaining seed.

"You need anything while I'm up?" we hear my mom ask our dad.

Knowing I have no time I immediately stand up and swallow the thick, warm load that's filling my mouth and turn towards the sink. I wipe the saliva-cum mixture from my chin and the corners of my mouth before pushing both hands back into the sink. Ben leaves very quickly as he desperately tries closing the front of his pants.

A few moments later my mom walks in and opens the refrigerator. My heart is racing so fast and my body is shaking so badly that I am sure she'll notice, but somehow she doesn't.

When she returns to the living room I sigh with relief. This is scary, but so exciting as well. I can feel my pussy getting wet again and I can't wait for Ben to come to my room later in the evening.

After finishing the dishes I grab a water bottle from the refrigerator. In my bedroom I slip out of my shorts, panties and blouse and into a sports bra and a pair of loose-fitting sweat bottoms. I walk to the living room and sit on the couch to the right of where my parents are sitting, watching a sitcom. I'm watching it too but my mind is on my brother and the crazy sexual things we've been doing. And I absolutely can't wait to do it again.

I still feel the lingering arousal between my legs so I grab a throw blanket that's resting on top of the couch and cover my lap and legs with it. While trying to be as discreet as possible I slide my thighs apart and move my right hand down the front on my baggy sweat bottoms. Glancing at my parents from time to time just to make sure they're not looking at me suspiciously, I work two fingers between the slick folds of my aching sex and into the slit.

My breath catches in my throat and my body trembles as I touch myself. It's one thing doing this in the privacy of my bedroom but as Ben pointed out to me earlier, taking a risk makes it all so much better. Knowing that my parents are in the same room is making it all the more exciting for me.

I'm fingering myself for a minute or so when I really start getting juicy down there. I can hear a slight squishing sound as my middle finger is busy rubbing up and down over the clit. It's all I can do not to moan out loud, and my nipples are tight and throbbing with every rapid beat of my heart. What I'm doing is crazy, I know, but Ben has got me hooked on the thrilling rush I get from doing sexual things right under our parent's noses.

I risk closing my eyes for just a few moments to concentrate on the pleasurable tingling growing deep in my loins along with the aching throb of my nipples under the sports bra. This is when Ben shows up with a basketball in one hand and he sits beside me between me and our parents, acting as a screen making it more difficult for them to see the naughty things that I'm doing to myself.

As soon as I feel the cushions compressing beside me my eyes snap open and I turn my head in time to see his smiling face. He knows damn good and well what I'm up to and his grin silently communicates that he's surprised how much I've changed, in the space of a single day, from the quiet sister he used to know to one surprisingly daring.

He places the basketball on his lap, I think to hide an erection in case he gets one. His right hand then reaches over, gently pulls my hand from within my sweats, and slides his own hand down inside. I about cream my already-wet panties when I feel his fingers exploring my hot pussy with my parents in the background. My heart, which is already beating hard, is now racing wildly. My hips make slight thrusting motions against the fingers violating me.

I keep thinking that if my dad suddenly gets up, or if my mom's gaze raises from the knitting to our direction, the risk of being discovered will be very high. Yet knowing this only stokes the embers in my body and intensifies the excitement that is surging through my bloodstream. My nipples are as hard as pink diamonds and I can feel them pulsing with passion.

My right hand coils around his wrist and I pull it against my pussy harder, pelvis grinding my cunt shamelessly against the welcome pressure. It's not long before I feel the delightful sensations intensifying and know that a climax is fast approaching. I grow even more frightened as I worry that the explosion of passion will alert my parents to what their kids are doing literally just feet away from them. I bite my lower lip and stifle the moans as best I can because there's no way I can stop this out-of-control train.

Whether it's just a stroke of good luck or ghostly intervention by a kind spirit, our dad starts snoring. Our mom sighs with frustration and turns up the volume of the television quite a bit.

He keeps fingering my wet pussy as my body writhes, hips and pelvis constantly moving. Moments later my orgasm erupts and I suddenly breathe in, the breath catching in my throat with an audible clicking sound as my entire body goes rigid. Then, as the waves of ecstasy are unleashed within me, I try to control the powerful and uncontrollable spasms of the pleasure that follow. I feel a slight squirting sensation as my body releases a burst of female cum that soaks into the bottom of the sweats.

I almost feel like I'm drowning, struggling to keep my head afloat as excitement grabs at my ankles like great weights. And then they inexplicably fall away as my climax dissipates. When I can I open my eyes and look at over at my parents, certain that they're staring at us both with eyes widened with shock. But instead our mom is still knitting, and dad is still snoring as the sitcom continues on the television.

The next thing my gaze finds is Ben's dark eyes. I can see the excitement in them. When I look down I clearly see he's hard and the basketball is hiding the fact from our parents.

"I can't wait for tonight," he softly whispers, grins, and then gets up and walks away.

Neither can I, I think to myself. Believe me, neither can I.

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I make myself as attractive for my older brother as I can, brushing my blonde hair, brushing my teeth and rinsing my mouth, and removing all of my clothing. I put on the panties he asked me to wear, the pair I last saw Tracy wearing while wondering how he got them and why it is so important to him that I'm wearing them tonight. And lastly I apply a light amount of perfume to my neck and key locations of my body, anticipating he'll be ravaging me as promised.

I'm tingling with nervous excitement. I've been dreaming of this for weeks, possibly months, and tonight it's about to happen. I can hardly believe it. My heart and brain are racing with the possibilities.

I go to bed at the normal time, leaving the bedroom door half-open as I usually do and turn off the bedside lamp. I'm trembling under the sheet and cover as I wait for him, barely able to contain my enthusiasm. I'm sure Ben is doing the same thing, just waiting for our parents to go to bed. And I'm not wrong.

As soon as they close up the house, turn off the lights, and retire to their bedroom, Ben is stalking into my room. He's completely nude the best I can tell in the darkness. My suspicion is confirmed when I feel him moving under the covers and cozying up to me. His skin is so warm against mine. His strong hands feel wonderful as they caress me and notice that I'm wearing nothing except for the panties just as he'd asked me to do.

He breathes in deeply and whispers, "You smell absolutely wonderful."

The compliment warms my rapidly beating heart.

I notice the door isn't closed. "Ben, the door."

"You never close it," he explains. "Closing it tonight might make them suspicious."

It makes me nervous but his logic also sounds plausible. Although I'm not comfortable with seeing it half open, I don't argue the point any more. Besides, it also arouses me knowing that if either our mom or dad passes by it adds an element of risk. And that makes my pussy quiver.

"Thanks for wearing the panties I gave you," he says.

"You're welcome," I tell him, even as I feel my flowing wetness starting to moisten them. "But why? Is it some kind of turn-on for you?"

His shoulders shrug. "When I was on a date with Tracy she hands them to me and says I'm more than welcome to get inside of them whenever I want. She was almost pissed that I didn't even try anything more than to only kiss her. I just thought it would be fun to get inside of them, only without her wearing them."

I softly giggle. "Oh Ben, after tonight, give them back to her. You know, with another girl's scent all over them. That would be so great! She won't have to know which girl, but I'll bet she'll think it's Cathy."

He laughs along with me. "Oh, that's funny. I think I might even do it."

"Yes! You have to," she quietly calls out before softly chuckling.

Ben nods his head. "Okay, I will. Give me what I want tonight and I will."

I feel heat building inside my body. "Of course I'll give you what you want, and more than once if you like. I love you, Ben. I've wanted this for so long and now it's really happening. I can hardly believe it."

"I know," he agrees. "I never thought we'd ever be here, together, like this. And I'm so happy we are."

These are the last words we share before I give myself, all of me, to my older brother. And he gives all of himself to me.

We know we have all night to share our first time together so neither of us rushes. I let Ben set the tone and it's one of patience... or maybe he's as scared as I am. As we lay facing one another, me on my left side and him on his right, our parted lips meet in a deep kiss. His tongue extends into my mouth and while passionate, the embrace is slow and deliberate.

Our hands roam over shoulders, arms, backs, and legs as we learn one another. Our light caresses avoid the sexual parts for now as we arouse one another slowly, kissing the whole time. It's the most romantic thing I've ever before experienced. I love how he touches me and I lean in closer, my boobs pressing tightly against his muscular chest. His wonderful aroma overwhelms me as my pussy begins to moisten.

I treasure this moment that I never seriously imagined would happen except for in my fantasies. Can it be real? Is this happening to me or is it all some very erotic dream? Yet a part of me knows the answer, it tells me this is as real as life gets.

Our once-slow kissing becomes more urgent as our bodies grow aroused. His hands move to my boobs, cupping them, the tips of his thumbs coaxing my throbbing nipples to full rigidity. I'm melting as I lay facing him, tongues hungrily entwining, exploring, seeking one another out. I don't care if I die tomorrow because the love I have for Ben is so strong and the moment so powerful that I am happier than I ever knew I could be.

My hands are caressing his chest but they work their way down lower. Soon my fingers feel the tight curls of hair and briefly pause there. Then they lower and coil around his fully hard erection and stroke him. I can feel his heart rate increasing and listen to his soft moans of delight as I tenderly fondle his cock. I've sucked on it before but until now haven't actually felt him as thoroughly as I'm doing now, and to his obvious delight. The wetness between my thighs increases as does my arousal.

"Hang on," Ben whispers as he changes position until we're both facing the partially open door, his front to my back.

I feel a hand reaching down as he guides my left leg up and bends it at the knee to expose my wet pussy. He reaches a hand between my hopelessly quivering thighs and my body jerks as a finger moves into the juicy slit. I can hear Ben's soft groans as his swollen cock throbs along my lower spine. It's all I can think of. He tenderly explores my slit and eventually rubs on the hardened clit -- to my great delight.

My eyes, which had been watching the door with a sense of nervous dread, now close. I accept the risk of what we're doing and give myself to the moment. As he continues to finger my sensitized bud my body writhes with delight. Powerful tingling sensations shoot through my loins, causing my thigh and abdominal muscles to tighten. My hips and pelvis rapidly rotate as I grind my cunt against my brother's probing finger. My wetness soaks into the crotch of Tracy's panties that I'm wearing.

When his hand pulls away I know what his next plans are. I breathe in deeply and mentally prepare myself for what I know is about to happen. I'm scared and excited all at once. My aroused body trembles with anticipation. After one finger pulls the panty crotch aside then I feel it, the rounded tip of his cock as it rubs back and forth against the swollen lips of my sex. He works it into the slit and moves into position for penetration. It rests there for a few moments as if he's contemplating the forbidden act we're about to consummate, silently questioning if we should be doing this at all.

When he places his hands on my shoulders I know what's about to happen next. They pull down, preventing me from leaving his grip as I feel the pressure of his cock driving upwards. There's a stinging sensation and I gasp aloud as my tight little opening reluctantly widens, and then it's inside me. My virginity has been willingly given to the brother I love. I hear him softly moaning and my own voice joins in as he pumps his cock gently in and out of my juice-slick pussy.