It started out innocently enough. I had this compulsive idea of seeing my similitude Brother naked.

Anyway, one day when mom and dad were n't rest home, Paul was in the shower. I screwed up my bravery and snuck into the bathroom and stood there in a corner where he could n't see me until he came out of the cascade. Eventually, the door slid overt. Saint Paul stepped out. There he was, naked and dripping wet from drumhead to toe. But I do n't call back I had time to convey in any details. He actually screamed and turned around to obliterate his privates. I ran out and hid in my bedroom and locked the door.

A few moments later he came to the door and starting throbbing. Boy was he mad. The only part of his ranting that I heard was, `` I 'm going to assure, Margo. '' I was crying by then and scared to death. I cracked the door to plead with him. He was already dressed. `` You ca n't. You ca n't. '' `` But you came in there when I was in the shower !"

I do n't remember how farseeing I pleaded with him, but then an mind came into my oral sex. `` I 'll hire off my apparel for you. '' Now he may not have been interested in girls at that age, but that was an idea that he could n't resist. `` OK, '' he said.

It was only then that real panic set in for me. I could n't think what I had said. I was trapped. So I backed into my way and he followed. `` Close the door ,. '' - of course nobody was base, but you understand -"and wrick around."He did both. I slipped out of my tee shirt, shoes and jeans.

"OK,"I said nervously. He turned to see me standing there in my panties and training bra.

I could enjoin he was stunned by seeing me like that, even though it was n't much different than my bathing courtship. But then he said, `` But you said ! '' I was still trapped.

'' Turn around, again. '' I turned around, too. rent streaming down my facial expression, Standing back to back with him, I took off the bra and dropped my scanty to the floor. `` OK, '' I said again.

He turned to see my bare bottom. Then I turned, my hands covering what I could. Saul just stared. Slowly I let my hands drop to my face, revealing my tuft of hairsbreadth and everything else for that matter. He stood like in a trance. Finally, one news, barely audible. `` Wow. '' I turned back and rapidly got my clothes on.

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A few weeks later, I guess Paul had been working up his own courage. He decided to turn tables on me. I stepped out of the exhibitioner, and there he was. I screamed and turned around, but he did n't leave. With my back to him and a towel hastily wrapped around me, I said, `` You 'd better take your wearing apparel off NOW ! ! !. Everything ! ! ! ! '' I heard the auditory sensation of dress being unfastened and dropped to the floor.

When I turned, he was standing there hiding his privates. `` Come on, '' I said. `` I ca n't, '' he said. `` Come on ! ! '' He moved his hands away and his penis was standing straight out. Guess what I said ! `` Wow."

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When mom and dad were out, we would often find a way to see each former naked like that, especially in the exhibitor. We got over the shyness about using the throne with each early in the room. Paul always liked to watch over my pee come out and a few times, I did it in the shower cubicle for him. We even talked about our experiences with the opposite sex.

At this point, I was letting boys feel me up and rub my panties. One day, Paul came in while I was showering. I asked him, `` Will you come in and lap my back ? '' It was something I 'd been dreaming about for month. He undressed and came in. I turned my backbone and gave him the scoop. Of course, I had n't really thought much beyond getting my back washed.

Apostle Paul lathered my back, and then my shoulder and then he reached around in front end and washed me there. We had never touched like that. It felt sooooo ripe. I purred, `` mmmmmm, '' and giggled when his penis kept knocking against my rear. Then I turned and said, `` washables my legs."

He was pretty embarrassed, but also excited. So he knelt down on one genu and started with my feet. As he worked his way up, I had determination to piddle. `` You can wash me there, too. '' I had never let a boy actually tint my cunt, though some tried to campaign my panties aside or slue their hired hand inside. Let 's just say that Alice Paul did a wonderful job and I was moaning as he washed me there. `` Oh that feels good, Paul."

'' Your tour, '' I eventually said. I took the soap and lathered his backbone. He was so mucscular, so beautiful. `` Turn around. '' I washed his now strong chest very affectionately and, a little nervously, started to rub soap on his penis and formal. Then I too knelt down and washed his leg. Do n't get too excited -- I never even thought of giving him oral sex.

When I got to the top of his legs, I felt like his buck private needed some more cleanup. His shaft felt so warm in my hand. `` Keep doing that, '' he said between deep breaths. By then I was queer what would pass, though I knew from a theoretical perspective. All of a sudden, sperm cell guesswork out in outburst. Some hit the wall behind me. Some hit my cheek. Some ran down over my chest. He just moaned and moaned.

After it was over, I stood up and he washed me off. Then we hugged tight, our wet bodies pressed together. `` Oh, Margo. '' He held me tight and we kissed like devotee. Maybe, we really were.

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Mom and Dad did n't lead Paul and me home alone all that often, and sometimes the timing was n't just right. So after we had showered together that marvelous time, our sex lives progressed with other kids.

At the time, I was going out with cross, a boy a bit older than me. And after I had felt Apostle Paul 's hand washing my twat and seen him come in the shower, I had dissimilar ideas about my limit point when alone with a boy. Deutsche Mark and I had a best-loved b to park behind, and as usual, we got into the back seat.

When he reached up under my blouse and felt my bra, I said, `` Why do n't you take it off ? '' And while he was doing that, I was unbuttoning my blouse. He saw my breasts for the first time and it was delicious to take in him rubbing me there. He kissed me there, too, and that was really terrific. I did n't stop him when he slid his mitt into my panties under my skirt and felt how wet I was. I was soon cumming as he did something I never expected - he slid his finger's breadth into my vagina and started sliding it in and out. Oh god so that was what fucking must feel like.

And I had opened his belt and zip and pushed down his BVDs. I had never done that before, but now I had in mind what had happened with my brother. I took his cock out and started rubbing. It was n't long before we were both a mess with his sperm.

We both snuck home that night without being discovered, despite an obvious stigma on my bird and one on his shirt. I told him he 'd ameliorate volunteer to do the laundry.

Mom and Dad went away for a weekend, so Paul and I did n't wait five instant before we hopped into the shower together. He 'd been getting pretty far with my friend carol, though they both swore they had n't had sex yet. Anyway, the pleasure of being washed by such a gorgeous man was still intense. We took our clock time lathering each other 's spine. Then facing each other, I scrubbed his tremendous chest of drawers as his handwriting slid over my chest. That sure was wonderful. My nipples were difficult and I could experience myself getting aroused inside.

He knelt down in front of me, first kissing and sucking on my nipples, then kissing my tummy. As he was washing my second joint he started to kiss my pubic hair.

Oh my Oh my OH MY. Before he started washing my puss, his tongue licked my pussy lips and I could feel warm slippery succus running down my leg with the water supply. I had to list against the wall, I was getting so debile in the genu. He was licking between my sassing now. Then two finger were up inside me, fucking me, oh yessssss. What had Carol been teaching him ? Oh yessss. I was crying out with pleasure.

After he knew I was satisfied, he stood up and I finished washing him. I knelt down to wash his feet and branch and especially his marvelous rooster and his lump. I was n't exactly sure how to do this, but after the water had rinsed him off, I tentatively kissed his penis at the tip, while I was holding it with my helping hand. I knew what I had to do, but once again, I was nervous. I tried putting a picayune bit in my mouth. Paul moaned and, well, I did n't die. I pushed my nerve down over it more and started bobbing my oral sex so it went in and out of my mouth. It was Saul of Tarsus that was leaning against the wall and moaning now. Then he said, `` await out, I 'm cumming, '' and pulled himself out of my mouth. sperm started squirting everywhere again including on my typeface. I do n't know why, but I wanted him to finish in my sassing. I took his putz back in and felt the last cramp of cum in my throat.

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We both had escort that dark and I gave Mark the Saame favor. Boy was he surprised. He gave me the delight of his finger and we both got totally naked for the initiatory clock time, but he would n't drub my pussycat. I went home pleased but feeling a little wander and went to bed. Paul came back a half hour later.

I lay awake for maybe another half hr thinking about Paul. Then, only in my nightgown, I went across to his elbow room and pushed the door open.

'' Saul, are you still arouse ?"

'' Yes."

'' Can I come in ?"

'' OK."

'' Saint Paul ?"

'' Yes ?"

'' I really liked what we did in the shower today."

'' Can we do it again ?"

'' OK"

And I slipped into his bed. I tried to get under the top with him, but a twin bed is really small. It was n't long before the covers were on the floor and he was laying on top of me. Then my nightgown was on the story and his jammies were gone. He was laying on top of me, his hard peter pressed against my belly. We were kissing and his helping hand were massaging my breast. He slid down and kissed my mamilla and slid down down down some more.

What a feeling. Laying naked on a bed. My legs spread blanket for a male who was hard and beautiful. Soon his read/write head was between my legs and he was once again that day licking my pussy.

He leaned up to watch out his finger go into my love pickle. `` You 're so beautiful, sis. '' He was thrusting thrusting thrust and I was rocking with pleasure. When he pushed his face into my cunt and aim his glossa in, I cried out. I suppose it was done better by other men later in my life, but to me then it was the most rattling thing ever.

I pushed him over and crawled between his peg. I kissed his legs and then his slam and then took him in my mouth. I 'm certain he had better later in life too, but he was moaning with pleasance and thrusting his rooster up into my sass as my mouth slid up and down over him for the ten second it took him to cum in my backtalk. I just swallowed it. Oh how I wished he was n't my brother and we could give real love.

The bed was uncomfortably diminished and we wanted to stay together, so we just crawled down onto the rug with the sheets and covers. We stayed awake for an hour, playing with each other, his digit up inside me, his hammer getting hard again, being stroked, more oral sex.

In the dawn, we awoke, took another wonderful shower and I made pancakes for him. I told him about scar and he told me Carol loved oral examination sex on her but would n't go down on him. We both chuckled.

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wellspring, eventually, when I was 16, I ditched Mark in favor of Carlo, a college kid who did n't consider in virginity and was quite persuasive. Mom put me on the birth control pill when she found out what was happening, but Carlo and I still used condoms.

Paul and Christmas carol started fucking and were inseparable. She eventually consented to giving him oral sex and they managed to get together a duad of times a week. You would have thought they were married except that sex took place in a car or family room.

Paul and I continued in our semi chaste shipway and went to bed to wreak together on the rarified occasions when Mom and Dad took off for a weekend.

On one such occasion, we went into Mom and Dad 's sleeping accommodation for our common high jinks. But it was getting old for us. After all, fillet is never fun, though you ca n't complain about getting oral exam sex. It 's just that it seemed silly and when you are in bed with someone, your inhibition are already down.

So this clock time, as we pulled the covers down and I had kissed Alice Paul passionately, I asked him, `` Paul, will you piss love to me tonight ? I mean, really really make making love to me ? '' There was a teardrop on my cheek. He pulled me close, kissed me forever, and slid me out of my clothes. Then he stood back from me, looked at my body from head to toe, and said, `` Margo, I love you so. You are so beautiful."

'' No condom, I said."

We rushed back together. I ripped his apparel off. We verily crashed onto the bed.

I was immediately on my rear with my legs as far apart as they could go. We 'd had sufficiency stimulation before and did n't need any tonight. Paul laid over me and I felt his dick against my puss. He was kissing me and squeezing my chest as I felt him slide up inside me. I wrapped my legs around him as his knock-down strokes slammed into me. I was cumming immediately, it was so wonderful, so shake, so long anticipated. He was hammering the end of my vagina and I was crying out with delight. I felt his juice explode inside me over and over with each stroke.

We made love like that seven fourth dimension that weekend. Why had we denied ourselves so long ?