I grew up in a fairly pattern family in a small-scale town just outside of Denver. My crony, Scott, and I had bedrooms on the second storey of our 2-story house, while my parents'sleeping accommodation was on the main floor. Scott and I shared a bathroom between our rooms, with adjoining threshold into the bathroom from each bedroom. We were usually pretty effective about sharing and staying out when the other one was showering or on the toilet. For the most portion, everything worked pretty well.

Scott went off to college when I was a sophomore in high school, but left the university to charter some time off two years later, when I was a aged in high schoolhouse. My parents let him stay on at home while he"found himself ”, and we ended up sharing the bath between our sleeping accommodation, just like before. I was pretty used to having all the privacy I needed while he was away, so I wasn't really sure how this was going to work on, now that we were both older.

By the time Walter Scott returned rest home from college, I had developed into a fairly attractive brunette, with big, cancel 36D bosom, a slim waistline and curvy hip joint. I got a ton of aid from the boys at school day and had already had various high schoolhouse boyfriends and even a yoke of college-age boyfriends. I discovered that I enjoyed seeing, stroking and sucking shaft, and I loved getting fucked. My flow young man, Jeff, had a nice 8"cock, which I adored. It was a undecomposed size of it, and he handled it pretty well, so I felt well and truly hump whenever we were able to get together. When Jeff was meddlesome, or at multiplication when I didn't have a beau, I spent a lot of time masturbating and rubbing out coming by myself in my elbow room or in the shower.

I guess my blood brother was a good looking guy….all my girlfriends had infatuation on him….and he had a nice acrobatic shape, with panoptic articulatio humeri and a flat stomach. He had been a wrestler in high schooltime, so he had well-muscled blazon and a stiff, round ass, as well. I'd grown up with Dred Scott always around and, from sharing a toilet, I'd seen him in various stages of undress over the twelvemonth. But I never really looked at him in a physical or sexual way.…just that he was a bearing I had to maneuver around and plowshare a bathroom with. Now that we were older and he was living at place again, competing for bathroom time seemed to be a great challenge than I remembered.

One eventide Walter Scott was taking a shower and I needed to get into the bathroom for something….I can't even remember what. But, I decided to slip quietly into the privy and get what I needed, then slip out again without Scott knowing. Slipping in was prosperous, because we never locked our contact doors. Once I got inside, I peeked around the half wall and could see that Scott was standing sideways to me in the shower kiosk, in perfect tense visibility, washing his hair's-breadth with his center closed. The shower stall was clear meth on three slope, so I could see Scott's total consistency, as he stood under the nebulizer rubbing shampoo through his scalp.

My jaw nearly dropped…I'd never actually seen Scott's cock before, but there it was….a huge, stocky, dangling dick. It was about 9"long, and stood out away from his matted torso, with a beautiful, placid bend to the shaft…its tip pointing down at the shower storey in front of him. As he worked the shampoo through his hair's-breadth, I held my breathing space and watched his semi-hard bastard careen back and Forth River between his legs, jostled by the motion of his custody on his head. As he rinsed the soap out of his hair, I was thinking I should quietly leave the room, but I noticed that he kept his oculus closed and squeezed out more shampoo into one of his handwriting. I decided to remain and watch his bouncing pecker for a few Sir Thomas More arcminute as he"rinsed and repeated"with more shampoo in his hair.

I wasn't expecting what happened next. Scott didn't put the shampoo into his whisker, instead - with his eyes still closed - he reached down and grabbed his dangling putz and began slowly stroking it, using the easy lay to lube his shaft.

Still in awe, I watched as Scott used one hired man to book the floor of his peter, while using the former mitt to stroke his stiffening rod. He let out a soft groan and began slowly rocking his hips in rhythm with his pumping fist. I realized that, as I was watching, I had unconsciously slipped one handwriting into my step-in to leaf my tingling clitoris, while using my other hand to gently snarf one of my mamilla through my nightshirt. Between watching Dred Scott's handjob and my own manual efforts, my nipples were as arduous as erasers, and my pussy was absolutely drenched.

Scott began focusing on the bulbous fountainhead of his peter, creating lather around the ridge, and thrusting his hip a little harder into each stroke of his hand. Suddenly he let out a deep groan, and I watched - mesmerized - as stream after stream of milklike White person cum blasted out of his cock and splashed all over the cascade wall in battlefront of him.

sanctum prick, that was sexy ! ! !

Still toying with my nipples and clit, I watched Dred Scott - with his eyes still closed - end pumping out the last few ropes of cum from his engorged penis….the final leftover of his sexual climax dripping off the fingerbreadth of the hand that still slowly glided up and down his soapy shaft.

As Scott gently stroked his softening dick and caught his breath, I slipped silently out of the lav through my adjoining door and closed it behind me. Once back in my bedroom, I pushed my pillows up against the headboard, pulled off my nightshirt and step-in, then sat up against the pillows with the hind end of my pes close together and my articulatio genus spread wide apart. This way my dripping snatch was completely exposed so my finger and quarter round could work on that coming I so badly wanted rightfield then.

I began rubbing and pinching my throbbing clit and erect tit furiously. With my eyes closed, I pictured Scott's semi-hard turncock dangling between his ramification, followed by his own paw jerking himself erect, then spraying his cum all over the can stall. I let out a guttural moan as I felt a tremendous climax rip through my entire dead body, shooting an electrifying charge from my sensitive clit to my rock hard teat and back again.

After enjoying my vivid orgasm for a while, I slowly opened my eyes, smiling at the image in my heading that had pushed me over the edge and launched my sexual climax. As my eyelids slowly opened, I was surprised…and then shocked…to see Walter Scott standing in the frame of the spread lav room access, leaning against the doorpost with a loathsome grin on his font and a towel loosely draped around his hips.

"What the fuck, Scott ?"I yelled."Get out."

"Seriously, sis ? After you snuck into the lav and watched me jerk off in the shower, then had to do in here to rub one out….you're going to shout out at me about ‘ getting out'?"He laughed and added,"I don't think so."

He walked over to where I sat on the bed, dropping his towel along the way, leaving his big putz swinging between his legs, banging against his thigh as he approached me. I noticed it was almost heavy again, which made me smile because all of my boyfriends were the Same way….they were constantly erect….even after cumming. His swinging dick seemed to hypnotize me - I just couldn't take my eyes off it. I didn't even realize that my knees were still spread wide, exposing my absolutely drenched cunt to Scott's regard as he sauntered over to the side of my bed. I glanced at his face and realized he wasn't focused on my wet vagina at all, but rather on my big, swaying boobs.

By the time he reached the side of the bed, his incision was fully rear - again - standing straight out from his vapid belly in all its glory.

I looked up at his smiling case, reached out with my aright hand and wrapped my digit around his thick shaft and said,"Is this for me ?"

He laughed and said,"Yep."Then he grabbed both of my nipple with his hands and began fondling and squeezing them, saying"If these are for me."

I laughed back at him and said,"Sure….help yourself."

So for the next few minutes, I stroked Walter Scott's beautiful cock with one hand, while I rubbed my swollen button with my other. Meanwhile, Dred Scott playfully slapped and pinched my jiggling dummy, occasionally leaning over to suck in one nipple into his mouth, then the other, using gentle nibbles with his tooth that sent shockwaves straight to my vagina and had me flowing like Niagara Falls Falls.

After a while, Scott grabbed both of my legs and pulled me over to the edge of the bed. He stood by the bed and placed my branch over his articulatio humeri. Then he lined the head teacher of his cock up with my dripping wet slit, and shoved his pelvic arch forward, slamming his vast peter into me with one monumental thrust. He started sliding in and out of my kitty-cat - slowly at first - then picking up the footstep. Before long he was pounding my aching vagina, driving me absolutely crazy as his son of a bitch filled me completely and his nut sack banged against my anus.

My God, that felt fantastic ! He was hitting all the flop speckle deep inside my puss. I immediately launched into another mystify climax, moaning out my pleasure, as Dred Scott hammered away between my legs….his eyes locked on my boobs bouncing up against my Chin like water in a undulation pool.

I put my hands over my chief and just rocked my coxa in metre with Robert Falcon Scott's thrusts, allowing my tits to drub about on my chest for Scott to delight. About two minutes later another tremendous orgasm washed over me as Robert Falcon Scott continued to hammer away. As I enjoyed the ebbing sentiency of my previous climax, I felt Scott suddenly grab my legs - still draped over his shoulders - and deplumate them hard into his hips, slamming his prick as deep as it would go, as he exploded inside me, splashing respective stream of cum all over the rampart of my puss. He kept sliding his shaft in and out of my pussy, shooting roofy after R-2 of cum into me until it was leaking out around his prick and dripping down the crack of my ass.

Afterwards we both plopped down on my bed to catch our breath.

"holy place shit, Scott….I had no musical theme !"I whispered between gulps of air.

With a laugh, Scott said,"fountainhead, I should tell you that I've been dreaming of this ever since I got home from college….your pap are amazing….I can't take my eyes off them."

I laughed back and said,"I didn't think you even noticed."

He smiled back at me and said,"Hard not to….they're huge, and they're gorgeous. I can't believe I finally got my hands on them."

"fountainhead, you can grab them whenever you want….as long as I can get my hands on that cock of yours, too."I giggled."It's pretty impressive….in fact it's bigger than Jeff's.…or any of my other beau'I've had."

He grinned at me in response and said,"Of grade, Emma. My cock is your cock."And we both laughed out loud.

From that day on, Scott and I found legion opportunities to get his hammer into my mouthpiece and kitty. Since my parents'bedroom was downstairs, we could usually sneak into one of our bedroom for a ass or a agile blowjob even when they were domicile. When they were at oeuvre, we could fuck more openly or even take exhibitioner together. I think showering together was probably my favorite. Scott would rub soap all over my swaying breast, while I lathered up his shaft and stroked him until he was rock hard. Then he'd turn me toward the glass wall of the shower bath and slam dance his peter into me from behind…my favorite position…making my big boobs leap against the trash as he pounded his prick into me until we both had amazing orgasms.

Scott and I enjoyed fucking each former every chance we got until I left for college about a twelvemonth later. During that clock time, whenever Robert Falcon Scott had a date, he usually snuck into my room after he got home. I was always amazed at how he could rise into my bed with a fully erect hard-on only here and now after blasting a load of cum into his girlfriend's twat or mouth. And whenever I had a date, Winfield Scott would usually total into my elbow room when he woke up the next day with his good morning Mrs. Henry Wood in his manus, slapping me on the impudence with it until I woke up and gave him a daybreak blowjob.

Shortly after I left for college, Scott returned to shoal to finish his path work and graduate, so our fuck meter became limited to when we were both home for holidays and between semesters.

After college, we both got married and now we both have kids, but we still manage to sneak away from the group for a quickie now and then whenever the mob get together. Scott still loves playing with my big tits, and I still love having his Brobdingnagian hawkshaw stuffed inside me, although our chance have become a bit limited.

I love my hubby dearly, and he is keen in bed, so I have absolutely no complaints. But I have to admit, my Brother's cock is the most beautiful and puzzle cock I have ever experienced. That day I watched him jack off in the shower is still one of my favorite computer memory of all time .