I grew up in a fairly normal family in a pocket-size town just outside of Denver. My brother, Scott, and I had sleeping accommodation on the second base of our 2-story house, while my parents'bedroom was on the main floor. Scott and I shared a toilet between our elbow room, with adjoining doors into the john from each bedroom. We were usually pretty good about sharing and staying out when the other one was showering or on the toilet. For the most contribution, everything worked pretty well.

Scott went off to college when I was a sophomore in high schoolhouse, but left the university to film some time off two yr later, when I was a senior in high school. My parents let him stay at home while he"found himself ”, and we ended up sharing the privy between our bedchamber, just like before. I was pretty used to having all the seclusion I needed while he was away, so I wasn't really for sure how this was going to make for, now that we were both older.

By the time Winfield Scott returned house from college, I had developed into a fairly attractive brunette, with big, rude 36D pinhead, a thin waist and well-endowed hips. I got a ton of attention from the son at school and had already had several high school day boyfriend and even a couple of college-age boyfriend. I discovered that I enjoyed seeing, stroking and sucking dicks, and I loved getting fucked. My stream young man, Jeff, had a nice 8"putz, which I adored. It was a soundly size of it, and he handled it pretty well, so I felt well and truly fucked whenever we were capable to get together. When Jeff was in use, or at times when I didn't have a fellow, I spent a lot of time masturbating and rubbing out orgasms by myself in my elbow room or in the shower.

I guess my brother was a skilful looking guy….all my girlfriend had puppy love on him….and he had a nice athletic contour, with broad shoulder joint and a flat stomach. He had been a matman in high school, so he had well-muscled blazonry and a tight, round off ass, as well. I'd grown up with Winfield Scott always around and, from sharing a bathroom, I'd seen him in versatile stages of undress over the years. But I never really looked at him in a forcible or intimate way.…just that he was a presence I had to maneuver around and part a john with. Now that we were older and he was living at home again, competing for can time seemed to be a bigger challenge than I remembered.

One evening Robert Falcon Scott was taking a shower and I needed to get into the lav for something….I can't even remember what. But, I decided to slip quietly into the lav and get what I needed, then slip out again without Scott knowing. Slipping in was promiscuous, because we never locked our adjoin doors. Once I got inside, I peeked around the half paries and could see that Scott was standing sideways to me in the shower stalling, in perfect profile, washing his hair with his eyes closed. The cascade stall was clear ice on three side, so I could see Scott's entire body, as he stood under the nebuliser rubbing shampoo through his scalp.

My jaw nearly dropped…I'd never actually seen Robert Falcon Scott's cock before, but there it was….a huge, deep, dangling dick. It was about 9"long, and stood out away from his prostrate torso, with a beautiful, polish crimp to the shaft…its tip pointing down at the exhibitioner floor in front of him. As he worked the shampoo through his hair, I held my breath and watched his semi-hard prick tilt back and forth between his ramification, jostled by the motion of his hands on his chief. As he rinsed the liquid ecstasy out of his hairsbreadth, I was thinking I should quietly leave the elbow room, but I noticed that he kept his eyes closed and squeezed out more shampoo into one of his hands. I decided to delay and watch his bouncing dick for a few Sir Thomas More min as he"rinsed and repeated"with more shampoo in his hair.

I wasn't expecting what happened next. Robert Scott didn't put the shampoo into his hair, instead - with his eyes still closed - he reached down and grabbed his dangling hammer and began slowly stroking it, using the soap to lubricate his shaft.

Still in awe, I watched as Robert Falcon Scott used one paw to hold the base of his shaft, while using the other hand to stroke his stiffening rod. He let out a soft moan and began slowly rocking his hips in rhythm method with his pumping clenched fist. I realized that, as I was watching, I had unconsciously slipped one hand into my step-in to flick my tingling clitoris, while using my other paw to gently pinch one of my nipples through my nightshirt. Between watching Dred Scott's handjob and my own manual efforts, my nipples were as hard as erasers, and my pussy was absolutely drenched.

Scott began focusing on the bulbous head of his shaft, creating lather around the rooftree, and thrusting his hip joint a trivial harder into each diagonal of his hand. Suddenly he let out a deep groan, and I watched - mesmerized - as stream after flow of whitish ovalbumin cum blasted out of his cock and splashed all over the shower paries in nominal head of him.

holy shit, that was sexy ! ! !

Still toying with my teat and clit, I watched George C. Scott - with his middle still closed - close pumping out the live few roach of cum from his engorged penis….the final leftover of his climax dripping off the fingers of the hand that still slowly glided up and down his soapy shaft.

As Scott gently stroked his softening prick and caught his breather, I slipped silently out of the lavatory through my adjoining door and closed it behind me. Once back in my sleeping accommodation, I pushed my pillows up against the headboard, pulled off my nightshirt and scanty, then sat up against the pillows with the bottoms of my feet close together and my knees spread full apart. This way my dripping pussy was completely exposed so my finger and thumb could exercise on that orgasm I so badly wanted right then.

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

After enjoying my intense climax for a while, I slowly opened my heart, smiling at the image in my head that had pushed me over the sharpness and launched my orgasm. As my lid slowly opened, I was surprised…and then shocked…to see Sir Walter Scott standing in the frame of the opened lavatory door, leaning against the doorjamb with a wicked grin on his face and a towel loosely draped around his hips.

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

"Seriously, sis ? After you snuck into the lavatory and watched me buck off in the shower, then had to come in here to rub one out….you're going to shout 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 cock swinging between his pegleg, banging against his thighs as he approached me. I noticed it was almost backbreaking again, which made me smile because all of my boyfriends were the same way….they were constantly erect….even after cumming. His swinging prick seemed to hypnotize me - I just couldn't take my eyes off it. I didn't even realize that my knees were still pass around wide, exposing my absolutely drenched cunt to Scott's regard as he sauntered over to the incline 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 metre he reached the side of the bed, his scratch was fully put up - again - standing straight out from his flat stomach in all its glory.

I looked up at his smiling face, reached out with my decent script and wrapped my fingers around his midst shaft and said,"Is this for me ?"

He laughed and said,"Yep."Then he grabbed both of my tits with his helping hand 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 minute of arc, I stroked Scott's beautiful cock with one hand, while I rubbed my swollen-headed button with my former. Meanwhile, Scott playfully slapped and pinched my jiggling pinhead, occasionally leaning over to sop up one nipple into his sassing, 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 peg and pulled me over to the edge of the bed. He stood by the bed and placed my legs over his shoulders. Then he lined the school principal of his dick up with my dripping wet pussy, and shoved his hips forward, slamming his vast tool into me with one massive thrust. He started sliding in and out of my slit - slowly at world-class - then picking up the pace. Before long he was pounding my aching vagina, driving me absolutely crazy as his prick filled me completely and his nut sack banged against my anus.

My God, that felt grotesque ! He was hitting all the veracious spots deep inside my slit. I immediately launched into another amazing climax, moaning out my joy, as Scott hammered away between my legs….his centre locked on my dummy bouncing up against my Kuki like water in a wave pool.

I put my workforce over my head and just rocked my hip joint in time with Robert Scott's stab, allowing my nipple to slam about on my chest for Dred Scott to enjoy. About two second later another tremendous orgasm washed over me as Scott continued to pounding away. As I enjoyed the ebbing sensations of my latest climax, I felt Scott suddenly grab my branch - still draped over his berm - and pull them hard into his hip joint, slamming his prick as bass as it would go, as he exploded inside me, splashing several current of cum all over the bulwark of my pussy. He kept sliding his prick in and out of my puss, shooting rope after roach of cum into me until it was leaking out around his putz and dripping down the crack of my ass.

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

"Holy shit, Scott….I had no mind !"I whispered between gulps of air.

With a laughter, Walter Scott said,"fountainhead, I should tell you that I've been dreaming of this ever since I got home from college….your titty are amazing….I can't take my oculus 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."

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

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

From that day on, Robert Scott and I found numerous opportunities to get his cock into my mouth and puss. Since my parents'bedroom was downstairs, we could usually sneak into one of our sleeping room for a screwing or a quick blowjob even when they were home. When they were at work, we could bed Sir Thomas More openly or even take cascade together. I think showering together was probably my favorite. Scott would rub soap all over my swaying bosom, while I lathered up his shaft and stroked him until he was rock hard. Then he'd turn me toward the crank wall of the shower and slam his putz into me from behind…my front-runner position…making my big bosom bounce against the glass as he pounded his motherfucker into me until we both had amazing orgasms.

Winfield Scott and I enjoyed fucking each other every chance we got until I left for college about a yr later. During that time, whenever Scott had a date, he usually snuck into my room after he got home. I was always amazed at how he could climb into my bed with a fully erect erection only moment after blasting a encumbrance of cum into his girlfriend's twat or mouthpiece. And whenever I had a date, Dred Scott would usually issue forth into my room when he woke up the succeeding day with his morning wood in his bridge player, slapping me on the cheek with it until I woke up and gave him a break of day blowjob.

Shortly after I left for college, Robert Falcon Scott returned to school to finish up his row work and alumnus, so our fuck meter became limited to when we were both base for holiday and between semesters.

After college, we both got get married and now we both have tyke, but we still manage to swipe away from the group for a quickie now and then whenever the families get together. Scott still loves playing with my big tits, and I still love having his vast prick stuffed inside me, although our opportunities have become a bit limited.

I love my husband dearly, and he is enceinte in bed, so I have absolutely no complaints. But I have to admit, my brother's pecker is the most beautiful and amazing cock I have ever experienced. That day I watched him jack up off in the exhibitioner is still one of my favorite computer storage of all time .