Headstrong Ch. 01

Hmm, what did little sister Kim want it to do?

Lots of things. It just sat there throbbing and distending over and over when I stopped stroking it and just held it. Nice. Then it lurched when I fingered the tip again. Sweet. Based on how it ballooned, the penis seemed to like when I squeezed it. It gave me more clear liquid when I squeezed again, and then lurched once more when I smeared it around the head. OMG! This was SO fun! I had no idea how exciting it would be to play with a penis!

I like science, the way one repeats experiments to confirm a theory. It seemed to me that the penis liked when I stroked it downwards even more than when I went up. But I couldn't be sure. So I tried it. Down, pause, then up. Hmm. Still wasn't certain.

So I did it again. Down, pause, then up. It definitely liked down...

I did it once more, just to be sure. Down...

Oops! Suddenly Ted's entire body stiffened, he arched backwards and a low guttural cry burst from his lips. His penis swelled even bigger and jerked as a huge glob of white stuff shot out from the end and landed on his neck and chest.

OMG! Awesome! I was making Ted's penis ejaculate! I kept stroking, moving my hand faster and faster as rope after rope of semen erupted out of him. Each time his cock shot, Ted gasped and moaned, his body jerked and twitched, his penis throbbed and clenched, and I loved the surge of excitement and power I felt from getting him off.

From making Ted come.

I watched his dick intently as I kept stroking. The shoots got smaller as they continued, the later ones just dribbling out and covering my hand. His cum was so slick and hot and made his penis so slippery! Then, on my next stroke his penis distended and throbbed again, ejaculated I guess, but only a drop oozed out. Fascinating! Ted still gasped and lurched as much as ever, though. Wow!

Not wanting this to end, I stroked him again, and his penis swelled and clenched like before. The slit opened and yawned, but nothing came out. Even though his penis didn't seem to have any more cum to expel, it must have felt amazing because Ted gasped even louder, and his body jerked and writhed more than ever. So cool!

I did it once more, and, though nothing came out again, the slit opened and closed repeatedly like the mouth of fish out of water. Ted gasped and thrashed harder than ever. So fun!

When I stroked his penis once more Ted winced and grabbed my hand. I knew how my clit got too sensitive after coming and figured his dick worked the same way. So I stopped. Though disappointed it was over, I released his penis and admired my handiwork.

It was awesome! Ted's body was all red, quivering, and he was panting really hard, like he'd just run the 100 meter dash. He was clenching handfuls of sheet, his penis was very red and wet, still bobbing up and down, and his cum was everywhere. Ted seemed dazed, far away, and I figured that, just like me after my best orgasms, he needed time to recover.

I felt as blown away as Ted seemed. I couldn't believe how excited I was, how tingly, nervous and edgy I felt. My mind raced, imagining going back to my room to take care of it, but I quickly dismissed that idea when I realized how much I'd loved what had just happened. And how much I wanted to do it again. To feel that incredible excitement and power when Ted's penis shot out its stuff.

But then I got nervous. It took quite a while for Ted to recover, and when he finally opened his eyes, he looked really uncomfortable, apprehensive and self-conscious. This was not good. I really wanted to play with his penis again, and was afraid that if he got embarrassed or felt bad, he might not let me.

I decided I'd better try to put his mind at ease, so said, "Ted, that was amazing! Really awesome! I totally liked doing it. Thanks so much for letting me. Was it nice for you, too?" Maybe my last sentence was a mistake.

"Yeah, Kim, it was good." His voice was flat, thin and small, and sounded like I'd forced him to confess to something awful. He seemed totally embarrassed, even ashamed, which scared me even more. I could certainly understand how he might feel really exposed, being naked while I wasn't, and with me having watched him lose control and come.

At me having made him lose control and come.

I knew I had to fix things. Fast. Two reasons. First, I love my brother and didn't want him to feel bad. But mostly, playing with his penis and getting it to ejaculate had just been the best! it was so fun that I wanted to do it again, to feel that excitement again, and if he felt bad he probably wouldn't let me. There were so many other things I wanted to try... I needed a diversion, a way to make him feel less exposed and uncomfortable. The devil imp came up with an idea.

I stood up, slipped off my robe, grabbed a box of tissues, and started wiping the cum off his chest. I shivered at how Ted's eyes got so big when he stared at my tits. They have developed pretty well in the last year. Well, they're still not BIG, but now I actually have something to put in my bras, and mom says that soon I might be ready for B cups. My nipples seemed to like being looked at and got really hard. And seemed to want to be touched.

After I'd wiped up the puddles close to me, I got on my knees on the bed and kept at it. I was maybe a little more active than I needed to be, turning this way and that as I wiped up his semen, but I liked how Ted watched my tits wiggle as I moved around, wiping his chest and stomach.

Then there was only one place left that was covered with cum. Headstrong? Mrs. Olson? Whatever. I grabbed his penis and held it gently as I cleaned it up. It felt so soft now, so warm. So good. Holding it made me feel very tingly and flushed, really excited. Ted's gasp and shudder when I first grabbed it made me certain of what to do next. An impish further revision of my plan.

I lay down next to Ted and snuggled. And talked to him, trying to make him feel better. I told him how awesome it was, how I really liked it, how I never imagined how big and hard his penis could get, or how far he could shoot his cum. And how much there was. How strong and ripped he looked, anything I could think of that he might like to hear.

I could tell Ted was feeling better when his arm came around me and started stroking my back. It felt nice, and amped up my tingles. When his hand briefly came to rest on my shoulder, I rotated a little backwards, and it slid down. Onto my tit. Yay!

Ted's breath hissed in, and he quickly pulled his hand away. Darn.

Mrs. Olson made me do it. Ted gasped when I put his hand back on my tit, but he sure didn't take it away. After I gave his fingers a couple squeezes, tightening them on my boob, I removed my hand when he started doing it on his own. Feeling my breast, running his fingers over my hard nipple - just what it had wanted! - and then twirling it between his finger and thumb.

God! So good! I was amazed at how much more electric it was to have bare fingers on my bare tit. Skin on skin, so thrilling! When I rolled onto my back, his hand went to my other tit - it was feeling a bit jealous of its partner - and it seemed even better. The tingles were amazing!

But nothing compared to when Ted began kissing my boob. Oh my goodness! This was wonderful, working out so much better than I'd ever dreamed! It was perfect how one tit got his hand, the other his mouth. Umm.

I was only momentarily disappointed when his hand left my boob - it felt great, why'd he stop? - because how it started meandering down my chest and stomach made it clear where it was headed. I was conflicted - did I really want Ted's fingers in my pussy? - but only for a second. It seemed only fair, a way to make things equal, right? A tit-for-tat, me playing with his penis then him playing with my pussy. And I really needed to come.

Of course, I'd never felt anyone's fingers there except mine and always assumed that I'd wait for Mr. Right. But I had to decide fast. Ted's fingers were definitely headed for my pussy, plus the tingles had gotten so intense that I either had to get up, leave and take care things myself, or let what was happening happen.

The flash of fire when Ted sucked even harder on my nipple decided it. I stayed. My awareness was constantly buffeted between the feelings shooting out from my tit and the electric sparks Ted's fingers were making as they tickled down my tummy. It was fabulous.

Until his fingers hit a snag. Who knew the waist of my panties could be such a barrier?

My mind focused on how those tingly touches would explore around, everywhere, until they touched my panties. Then they'd stop, pull back, and meander around some more. It was nice, but not what I wanted. So, the next time Ted's fingers reached the waist and hesitated, I contracted my abs, which pushed the seam under his fingers.

Success! Once past the blockade, Ted resumed his exploration. Even before he reached it, I knew that the crotch of my panties was really wet, sopping. And though the cloth was held away from my skin a bit by my tidy, still meager pubic hair, when he got there - a finger in the groove between my labia - the wetness enhanced the sensations. Oh!

As the feelings built, I shuddered at the realization. OMG! This was actually going to happen! I was going to have a boy's fingers in my pussy! Finally!

But... Even though Ted kept running his finger up and down the cleft in my panties - I've heard it called a camel toe, but never seen a camel so who knows? - that's all he seemed to be doing. He seemed stalled, just like he was at the edge of my panties. Drat!

Mrs. Olson suggested that I assess my options, just like I do when I hit a passing shot. Choose to either hit the ball down-the-line or crosscourt. This choice was obvious. Rather than go through the way too elaborate process of grabbing Ted's hand, pulling it up, and pushing his fingers under the waist of my panties, I just reached down, grabbed the crotch, and pulled it to the side. It slid under Ted's fingers, and voilà! I had fingers in my pussy!

I gasped when he pushed them inside. It was what I wanted and expected, but the intense spark that shot through me was just so startling. I moaned as his finger slid up and down my slit and began exploring, wandering around, getting slick with my juice. The sensations were electric, each touch sending sparks of heat flashing through me. I heard myself sighing and moaning, and felt my body moving and writhing, but I didn't try to control it. As if I could!

Then my pussy was on fire! Of course, I'd been aroused before, explored my pussy and clit, and had orgasms from masturbating, but it was nothing was like this! Not nearly as intense. The achy heat emanating out from my pussy was warming my entire body and making every cell tingle. Ted began to suck my nipple harder as his finger started pushing in and out of my vagina as it plowed my slit.

My girlfriends who let guys do it had told me about being finger fucked, but OMG! I had no idea! The shaft of Ted's finger was rubbing up and down my clit as the tip slid in and out of my hole. The sparks from my clit merged with the heavy, throbbing heat from my vagina and I lay there transfixed, feeling everything building. I was going to come. Soon. Like I never had before.

Oh! My! God! It was SO good, so amazing! I never squealed and shook when I got myself off! When I did it myself, I guess I always pulled back, or at least knew I could if it got too intense, so didn't drive through the finish line. Just kind of let it happen. But Ted just kept rubbing my clit, and the fire just got hotter and hotter. Too hot, but still building... Higher... Hotter...

"EEEE!"

I grabbed Ted's wrist and pulled his hand away to get his fingers out of me, off my clit, when it became too much. Way too much.

After he stopped, Ted pulled me to him and held me gently, kissing my forehead and stroking my back as I recovered. Mmmm... So nice, so sweet, so good...

When I finally quit twitching and my breathing became more normal I became aware of something nudging my stomach. Yes! I'd done all this - got Ted over being embarrassed by letting him feel my tits and play with my pussy (OK, I admit I got so turned on that I wanted an orgasm, too) - all so I could get his dick hard and play with it again.

Mission accomplished!

It was cute how he winced when I first touched it, and cool how I got to feel it get even harder and bigger as I toyed with it. Just did whatever came to mind. Fluttering my fingers over it, rubbing the clear juice all around the head, squeezing it, stroking the shaft. This was exactly what I'd wanted!

And, best of all, I knew Ted liked it and wanted me to keep doing it! It was beyond cool how I was able to get his penis super hard, make it ooze that clear juice, and how, by controlling it, I was controlling Ted. I loved being in charge and could hardly wait to make my penis, well OK, Ted's penis, ejaculate again!

As I was feeling proud of how I was able to keep Ted transfixed by making him feel really good - I could tell by how he winced and how his breath kept catching - I suddenly felt this flood of warmth sweep over me. I'd always loved my brother, but loved him like a brother.

This was different. I felt so much more attached to him, concerned for him, so much more tender, even protective towards him. It was awesome to be able to do something that made him feel wonderful, to get him all worked up. And then to get him off. So good!

It was just natural to kiss him. Ted responded, and, as our kiss grew more intense, his fingers pushed under the waist of my panties and into my pussy again. I started, which pulled our lips apart, but his other hand quickly grabbed the back of my head and pulled my lips back to his. He kissed me. Hard, almost rough. Ooh!

It became the best kiss ever, maybe because of how his finger began screwing me again. Really gently, really slowly, but deep. Oh my goodness, SO deep. I felt myself going all tingly again. When that fabulous kiss ended, Ted finally said something.

"Kimmy, you're wonderful! I can't believe this is happening. It's so awesome! Are you liking it, too?" His finger kept fucking me, and I couldn't help but start squirming.

"Oh yes, Ted. I'm loving it!" His penis jerked when I squeezed it. It was going to be SO fun to make it shoot! I could hardly wait. As I kissed him again I naturally rubbed against him, brushing his chest with my hard nipples.

When the kiss ended, Ted said, "This is the best thing that's ever happened to me, Kim. Thank you. So much." As we kissed again, on their own my hips started rotating, pushing my pussy to him as his finger fucked it. When the kiss ended, Ted whispered, "Would you do something really special for me?" His finger rubbing my slit had my pussy on fire. So good!

I totally wanted to do something special. The love I felt for Ted flooded through me, and I wanted to please him with all my heart. I'd give him the best hand job ever! And then he'd get me off again! Perfect! The tingles were spreading though my whole body, and I needed him to keep going. I rubbed his dick harder as I whispered, "Yes, Ted. Of course."

His finger sped up, matching the pace of my rubbing his penis. My hand froze at his words. "I want to fuck you."

Oh God! That! Well, duh, I should have known! Of course he wanted to fuck me. He might be my brother, but he's a guy. And guys want to fuck. But my plan sure didn't include that... No way. Not at all. My voice was all quavery and breathless because of how his finger kept making me twitch, but I tried to explain. "Uh, Ted, er, um, no, I don't think so..." I rubbed his dick some more, thinking that would let him know what I did want. God, his finger had my pussy on fire! Geez, I so wanted to come!

"Don't worry. I'll be really gentle, Kimmy, I promise."

Damn! He was thinking I was just worried about it hurting, but that wasn't it. I just wasn't ready. Not to get fucked! My brain tried to find the right words to explain so he'd understand, but my voice failed and I moaned from the fiery sparks shooting out from my pussy. "Uh, no... Er, I mean, that I'm just... not... oohhh..."In retrospect maybe I shouldn't have kept rubbing his penis as we talked.

His voice was as eager, as urgent as his finger plunging in and out of my hole. "Please, Kimmy! It will be the most amazing thing ever! I just know it!" Gawd! I was SO close...

My bleary, passion fogged eyes locked with his.

It wasn't fair! I could see how much he wanted this! More than anything, ever! I felt my love for him well up inside me, and suddenly knew.

I didn't really say yes, but I guess that, when I didn't say anything, he took it as a yes. Especially when my body, kind of all on its own, pulled down and kicked off my panties, then lay back on the bed. And spread its legs.

Ted was trembling as he climbed between my thighs, and his voice was so breathless and tense as he said, "You're wonderful, Kim! Just relax, I'll be gentle! I promise!" He kissed me again, which was sort of sweet, but I got scared at how he just kept coming at me, relentlessly, pushing me back and down, climbing on top of me, positioning himself. He seemed possessed, totally driven.

I looked up at him. Ted was flushed, breathing shallow and fast, and had such an avid, needy, almost desperate look on his face. God! This was really going to happen! I felt incredibly warm, but small and vulnerable as I lay under him. And as he loomed over me, Ted seemed bigger. Stronger. And so determined.

All my senses heightened. I smelled my sex, and the pungent, exciting smell of Ted's. I heard the sound of his rapid, quivery breathing. Felt the moist cool when his lips brushed my ear, the slight prickliness of his cheek, the hardness of his legs pushing against my inner thighs, and the strength of his big hands, one kneading my tit, the other playing in my pussy.

But mostly I felt his penis. The one that was about to fuck me. Its heat, its weight, and its rigidity as it pressed against me. It seemed to have become its own entity, and I felt its want, its desire. Its need. Ted's fingers left my pussy and I felt the head of his cock sliding up and down between my spread labia. I heard my unconscious moan and felt my legs spread wider as my hips rolled outward. Opening my pussy for him. I was ready.

I had no idea...

The head of his penis slid up and down my slit some more, pressing against me as it did. I knew Ted was getting it really wet, using my juices to get it slick, and also searching for my hole. I felt myself tense up as it got close. While I knew about hymens, mine had either gone away or was so loose that it hadn't been a factor. I'd been using tampons for years, but Ted was way bigger than them, so I knew it was probably going to hurt.

Suddenly I was scared, afraid of what was happening. I wasn't ready, not for this! But again my tingling, needy body had a mind of its own, and my hips rotated up to him. I heard myself moan letting him know when he'd found the right spot.

Ted leaned forward and the massive head of his penis pushed against me, against my opening, squeezing in.

"Ouch!" I gasped as the walls of my tube were forced apart as the head popped inside and the penis lodged itself in the first inch of my vagina.

It felt absolutely stunning, like I'd been stabbed! The scalding flash of pain and fire that shot out from my pussy just sucked all the air out of me and, though I'd resolved not to make a sound, I couldn't help but cry out.

Ted froze. I could sense his alarm and confusion, wondering if he should stop, pull out. Mystified at how something that felt so unbelievably wonderful to him could be bad for me. Could hurt me.

I knew I had to fix it. Because as overwhelming as feeling his dick barging into me was my realization that, though it stung and hurt, was still burning and uncomfortable, the last thing, the VERY last thing I wanted was for his penis to leave. For this to stop.