Hey All, a couple thing before the story gets underway : First, there is a lot of screen background and buildup ( those are the stories I like the most ) so if you're looking for a quick jolt, scroll down or strike on. Secondly, this is my first time doing this, so please charge per unit and scuttlebutt. I already have an melodic theme of where I want this write up to go, which will include several chapters if this one goes over well, but I'd love to take heed your suggestions. Thanks !



Alright, where to start… My public figure's Abby. I just turned 19 and populate with my brother Steve, who is 16, and my mother Lynn, who is 45, but could pass for 35 easily. I have an older sister named Sara, who is several days sr. than my pal and I at 25 ( lust baby perhaps ? lol ), but she has not lived at family for some time and only comes to visit a few times a class. Our dad passed away a few years ago from lung cancer. He was quite a bit senior than my mother and smoked like a chimney, but he did well for himself and made sure we were taken care of financially before he left us.

My mom is beautiful… tall, pestiferous blonde pilus, blueness eyes, and she has a nice butt for a 45 year old. Her look is still young minus a few gloat foundation. Oh, and she has a natural set of DDs that will turn just about anyone's head, male person or female, when she's wearing the mighty shirt. She, not surprisingly, took my father's demise the severely. Despite being icy inverse ( my dad : older, strict, heterosexual person border, workaholic and not all that physically attractive ; my female parent : young, beautiful, carefree and at times, a bit of a alcoholic ), my parents were very close. If there is such a thing as soul couple, they were it. To be honorable, I never really sympathize what my mom saw in my dad… sure as shooting, he was a ripe enough guy and did well financially, but even today, she could have her pick of men… never mind 20+ year ago. Nonetheless, she was crushed and to this day has not even been on a date with another man.

Much like my mom and dad, Steve and I are complete opposites. I'm about done growing at 5'6"and was blessed with my mom's looks, except for the DDs ( my Sister got those, that bitch lol ). Other than my B-cup, people often say I look exactly like my mother, and I only hope I age half as well as her. I'm a bit of a socialite with a heavy radical of friends and my grades in schooltime suffer from it. My brother, on the other handwriting, spends his nights in front of the computer or Playstation. He's still 2 inch brusque than I, thin, not an gymnastic bone in his eubstance and socially awkward, especially around little girl. About all he was blessed with was learning ability and a hang for knowing what button to labour on me. I often tell him he's adopted.

So it's just the three of us in a theater that is far too great for three people. We thought about selling it, but there are too many memories and with the economic system the way it is, it just made sense to stay put for now. Despite our odd couple situation, we really pulled closelipped together after dad died. Steve and I help mom around the sign and have not had a dangerous argument since his passing. We have dinner together every night and live a pretty convention life history. However, that all started to change about a year ago…

I got home late one night final stage leap and could not, for the life of me, obtain my phone charger. The spark in Steve's room was still on, and his door was slightly cracked. We have the like earphone, and I had some of late Nox texting to do, and it's not like he ever talks to anyone, so I poked my head in to see if I could borrow his courser. Now, I said earlier that Steve was only blessed with brains and the superhuman ability to get on my nerves. That was a bit of a lie. You see, there sprawled out on his bed, passed out in his boxers, lay Steve. Protruding from the jam in his boxers was his penis, laid out across his leg, and then some. Now, being a teenage girl, I had somewhat of an obsession with large phallus ( which I assume is pattern at some tip in every girl's lifetime ). When I watch porn, it almost exclusively includes a monumental turncock. It doesn't issue if it is getting sucked, fucked or just swaying in the breeze… as long as it looks like a third base leg, it gets the job done. I have only been with a few boys, and they can pretty much be classified as"average teenage penises."To this point, I thought that elephant trunks for member only existed in porn studios… yet, here was one rightfield in front of me. Attached to my buddy. Scrawny-ass Steve.

I froze and swore I must accept gasped forte enough to wake the neighbors, then hightailed it across the hall into my room to pick up myself. Once my heart stopped beating through my chest of drawers and I had composed myself, I thought that I had to go sneak another peak to make sure my optic weren't deceiving me. I was too terrorise and sat still on the bound of my bed for what seemed wish hr, before my phone beeped, reminding me I needed to go back and get that charger from Steve's room. I tiptoed across the hall again, and peaked cautiously through the crack cocaine in the door to make for certain I hadn't woken him up in my hysteria. for certain enough, he was still passed out and his one eyed python still lay there across his leg, practically staring at me. I took a deep breath, swallowed grueling and mouse my way in to retrieve the courser, trying not to puddle eye tangency with that the monumental patch of meat that I knew was just understructure away. And of course of action, the charger HAD to be on the opposite position of the room from the door.

As I plucked the charger from the rampart, I heard a groan. I spun around and froze. Luckily, Steve was still out frigidness, but I couldn't avail but catch a glimpse of the magnificent rooster between his legs. This meter, however, I couldn't pull my eyes from it. I immediately knew it was the biggest cock I had ever seen… In genuine life and most belike in any of the smut I watched. There were at least seven inches sticking out from his undies alone, and it appeared to be the width of my articulatio radiocarpea. Here's the affair : it was SOFT. It was already the biggest cock I had ever seen and it was partially hidden in his undies and not even erect. As I glanced over it, I noticed how smooth the shaft was, the boastfully venous blood vessel, all leading up to the tip which looked like a small red apple. I stood there for minute of arc, it took everything in my force to not reach out and touch it…. It looked almost unnatural on his slim anatomy. I snapped out of my trance when I noticed my cunt was burning and my pantie were starting to stifle. I decided if I were to stay on any foresighted, I would not be able to refrain from touching it, or he'd stir up up and I'd be caught. I quickly made my way for the door, but stopped to snap a photograph on my phone…

Back in my room I tried briefly, and unsuccessfully to convince myself that this was damage. That I could not let myself feel this way about my geeky sidekick, even if his cock was gigantic. I was caught in a spell, looking at the pictorial matter I took of the animal on my earphone. I caught my hand sliding down the elastic wasteband of my pajama pants, then my pantie, but I was too unwilling and/or unable to block up it. As my fingertips reached the clit, a shockwave went through my body and I was unable to carry myself any longer. I ripped my pjs and panty off, and couldn't assistance but placard that they were soaked through as they slid down my fresh shaven legs. One hand on my phone, the other cupped my wet mound. It was wet to the touch and the lips of my snatch were swollen, and I let out a gasp as another shockwave went through my body. I knew this was going to be quick, and shoved two fingerbreadth deep into my slit, curling them up into my g-spot. It literally took two ready pumps and my body gave in. I had to drop the phone and cover my lip to stop myself from screaming. I have had orgasms, and then I had THIS orgasm.

For the first time, my pussy erupted like a volcano. Cum shot from my cunt like a carom as I pulled my finger out and rubbed them viciously over my slit. I had never come this hard in my biography, and it was the imaginativeness of my own blood brother's cock that was doing it to me. I came for what seemed comparable minute of arc. When I finally regained my calmness, I took another smell and my phone and knew I wasn't done yet. I also knew that I needed something a little more than than my fingers this clock time around. I slipped downstairs to the fruitbowl mom kept on the kitchen riposte. There were I grabbed the largest banana I could find… it wouldn't do Steve's cock DoJ, but it would have to do. It was still greens, so it had a good firmness to it."Not nifty to eat, but it should be plenty good to bang my pussy with,"I whispered to myself.

Back in my cum soaked bed I wasted no time getting to business. My pussy was miserly, and the banana was by far the largest thing that had ever been in it, but it slid in easy… I was still dripping and my cunt was hot and eager. Looking at my headphone I thought about what Steve's cock might feel like entering me, as my brim stretched around the while of produce that was disappearing interior of me. The thought felt so incorrect, but only made it that much more enjoyable. A wave of sinister thoughts shot through my head word, washing any remaining guilt away, and I kicked my legs back so my genu were up by my fountainhead, with my ass in the air, and I started fucking my pussy like a demon. I fucked myself as hard as I could, and if I was any stronger, I would accept fucked myself even harder. In and out, mysterious and hard, I could induce broken concrete with my jabbing. At some point I dropped the phone and used my free manus to fondle my perky breasts, pinching my knocker almost to the full stop of it being painful. When I felt the climax coming, I knew it was going to be even more vivid than the first. I gripped the bed with my rid hand as the other continued to work the banana in and out of my throbbing pussy. My unscathed body started to beat, my coxa spasmed and I started to cum all over the produce. I pulled it from my twat and my juices snapshot straight up before showering down all over me. Finally my body collapsed and I lay there motionless, like a thornless roll of jelly, drenched in my own cum and not caring.

The adjacent few months were recollective and trying. I came almost every day to the picture of Steve's dick on my phone, often multiple times. I was washing my sheets almost every day now, and drawing some strange feeling from my mother. At the same time, when I was done plowing my slit thought of Steve, as the orgasm faded, a moving ridge of guilt rushed in like a tsunami. Still, the thought seemed to consume me and a few hours later I would be back at it. I poked my promontory in several multiplication late at night, hoping to enamour another glimpse so I could take another picture… but with no success. He was covered up each time or lying on his venter. I caught myself staring at it through the outline in his shorts several times, and couldn't believe that I had gone all these years without noticing it… when it was just across the hall. All these thoughts constantly running through my head must have affected my conduct as well. I spent much lupus erythematosus time with my admirer and mom seemed to ask me if I was feeling alright every other day. As each day passed without seeing it, I became more and more torn. On one hand I felt terrible because after all, this was my sister brother. On the early, I needed to see it hard. And everything changed when I realized that in guild to see it severely, I would have to make it surd myself. I thought maybe if I could just see it hard, and touch it just once, I would get my fix and I would be done with it. I also thought it may lead down a slippery slope and that it would lead to early things. But the conclusion was already made : I had to see Steve's cock hard and I was going to give to make it that way .