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My Family
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Straight Female / 38
Our Forever Little Secret
Although I am disappointed that more Black Americans aren't sharing their real life stories of domestic sexual adventures, I am not in the least bit surprised at the fact. It seems we are taught to more a less, keep the family laundry out of the public eye. Overall I agree with that teaching, however, I also believe. More of us should share our stories, if for no other reason, than to help others to realize they are not alone. I firmly feel that by doing so it would help to remove some of the unnecessary shame, guilt, and or stigmas many needlessly feel or are labeled with, after having indulged in the various actives related to this so-called Taboo. It is for this reason that I've decided to share my personal experience with family fornication.
My particular relationship has been with my seven years older brother. Though we both are happily married to loving spouses, our secret affair has lasted to this present day. To our knowledge neither our family, nor spouses have any clue as to how close we truly are. That is except for my teen daughter, I think she suspects but has no proof. Otherwise perhaps the fact that we presently live in two different states, and are only able to get together two or possibly three times a year, helps us to remain under the kindred radar…â&eur o;¦
Before I begin my story keep in mind the age difference between us. For obvious legal and sick minded reasons, I won't speak of actual or approximate ages, anywhere within this story. That which happens or has happened between us, is being shared for a greater purpose than that of pervasive thinking.
The 1st Time Anything Happened…. Easter Sunday
I recall the day and in particular the events there of, vividly and in precise details. Having gone to two church services (my father is a bishop), and grandma's in between, we'd finally come to the end of that long day. That evening service was in a city about two hours away from where we lived, (daddy had to preach there). My brother and I flopped into our usual places in the back seat, as our parent did the same in the front. Everyone was worn out from the non-stop activities of the day, especially me.
As I'd often done at such times, I sprawled out over the back seat and laid my head in my brother's lap. In and of its self, this was my standard operating procedure on long car rides. However, what made this time different was after I'd nodded out, being neither asleep nor awake. I noticed I couldn't get quite comfortable, because something long and hard kept getting in my way. In my somewhat dazed condition, I continued to reach between my head and my brother's lap and try to move the obstruction.
I persisted in doing this for what felt like quite some time, before looking up and noticing, what I could see of my brother's face. Though his eyes were closed, he too, appeared to be somewhere between awake and asleep. He had what I thought was a strange looking mixture of restlessness and pleasure spread across his face in the form of a wicked smile. At the time I didn't know how to read it or what it mean, nor did I care. All that matter to me was that I wanted to go to sleep and something in his pants, wasn't helping me get there.
I can see myself now, holding my head up and starting my hands on an investigation of the problem. Now at this time, I had no out of the ordinary interest in boys, what was in their pants or anything else for that matter. Besides, consciously, I was only thinking of trying to get some sleep. Without any real explanation of why, I suddenly found myself curious and extremely fascinated by this object and before I realized it. I was aggressively analyzing it, squeezing it and exploring it in my own ignorant way up and down its seemingly massive lengths.
Though I was enthusiastically experiencing my first touch of a dick, I was doing so more out of curiosity than anything else. Of course with all the attention I was paying to his meat, by now, both my brother and I were wide awake. He soon started too discretely, yet sternly, allow his hips to meet my hands movements, far beyond the halfway point. Although I could tell he was somehow enjoying it all, his pleasure had nothing to do with my reasoning.
I'd reached a point where sleep was no longer a personal consideration. I had become entranced by the hardness and heftiness of his dick. Though at the time, I wasn't thinking dick. I was bewitched and excitedly trapped in the fact, that I'd never touched anything that felt exactly like it before. Naturally, it all makes sense now, but then, I couldn't understand why I couldn't tear myself away from that wonderfully ridged, elongated, and spacious object hidden inside the pants of my brother's Sunday's best suit.
All this time our eyes had never meet in acknowledgement of what was taking place between us. Each of us had become complacent in our respective roles and allowed it to just happen. That is until I felt him lightly but pointedly tap me on the shoulder, and motioned for me to be quiet. Though I was a bit startled by and resentful, at his interruption of my exploratory expedition, as our eyes silently locked. I gave him a confused but ratifying look of okay….and you stopped me because?
Before I could turn away from our face to face view, he shockingly, though wildly excited me, by simultaneously unzipping his pants and placing my hand inside its folds. To say that my world changed in that instance, would be the understatement of my life. I thought the feeling of a hard dick, through a pair of trousers was awesome, but there are no words to describe a young girl's first touch, of an inflexible and magnificent piece, of man meat flesh to flesh. For anyone other than a young girl, that initial feeling is inconceivable and utterly unexplainable.
Needless to say, I had entered the playground of astonishment and apparently, so had my brother. I suppose as best he could without arousing our parent's attention, he took control of my hand. He began trying to lead me by showing me how to wrap as much of it as I could around its girth, so as to jack him off. It didn't take me long to figure out what to do, especially since I believed I was the one having all the fun. However, that fun didn't last long, because shortly after I'd gotten my rhythm. The thing started to swell even bigger in my hand, pulsating like a hard beaten drum, and then…I felt hot sticky wet stuff pouring down my hand.
As life taught me later, as soon as it stopped raining on my hand, my brother removed it and fell asleep. At that time I didn't understand why, or even how he could have done that. Let there be no misunderstandings. Inside I knew what I was doing wasn't right, especially since I was doing it to my brother, but it didn't feel wrong either. Though I had enjoyed myself, intuitively, I felt like something more was supposed to happen next.
The 2nd Time Physical Contact Was Made
Happened exactly one week later, and again we'd all spent the morning in church. This Sunday there was no evening service and after we'd left grandma's place. The family was home doing routine stuff, and as happens often in a preachers world. Daddy got a phone call that one of his flock was in the hospital and wasn't expected to make it through the night. Also as was the norm in our home, both our parents answered the call. On occasions like this happened to be, mom would drive her car and daddy his. The reason for this was daddy never knew how long he'd be there, while mom. Basically went just to pay her respects and show her face, because such was the duty of a church's first lady.
During those times, my brother being old enough to watch after us both, while mom was gone at least. My parents would often leave in a hurry and instruct me to mind my brother, while they were away. Understand, before the episode in the car, my brother and I were your average siblings, with a distinguishable age difference between them. We got on each other's nerves, but he was still my big brother and I, his baby sister. On the surface nothing had really changed. Several times during that week, as the family was watched TV or whatever. I'd spent several hours with my head in his lap, and nothing happened. This wasn't an unusual occurrence, even in our parent's presence.
On the other hand, our parents were not at home. Neither of them would be for at least a couple of hours. I can't speak for my brother's thoughts over that past week, but I kept having incredible flash backs of that fun filled ride home. I thought the feel of his dick was just oddly weird and yet so remarkably exciting. I guess secretly, I had prayed that would not be the last time I'd get to play with it. I had hoped many times during that week he'd bring it up and somehow make the offer, but that never happened.
Something inside me wouldn't let go of the experience and wanted to explore further. I decided the moment my parents were out the door that I'd yield to my internal urgings. Knowing he was just in the den, and rightfully assuming he was probably in a nodded off state of mind. I walked right in and kneeled down beside his stretched out body, and immediately started rubbing my hand up and down his jean covered joy stick. He soon started making moaning noises and unconsciously rotating his hips, and then suddenly….
He woke up in a dazed weakly spoken protest, consisting of the usual objections as to why I shouldn't have been doing what I was doing. Assumedly, willing to count off what happened in the car, as a freak accident that could never happen again. He helplessly stumbled through them all. Sadly for him and luckily for me, at least that's how I thought of it anyway. By this time the dick was already hard and as with any boy or man. He had no real strength to fight with, and submitted to my advancements.
After he relaxed and just laid back on the couch, and instincts told me I had him. I boldly asked him if I could see it. With what little reservations he had left, he hesitantly and to his credit, under a feebly formed continued protest, he whipped it out. Before I continue and to put all things in their proper prospective. Back then he still had some growing to do, but not that much. Today, when all the growing has stopped, and without any exaggeration, none, big brother sports a monster, long and well over average girth bonner. Though I had no idea then exactly what I was looking at in terms of male meat, I did know I was going to enjoy the hell out of playing with it.
For some reason I wanted to see it all before I touched it, and I begged him let me do so. As soon as his pants were around his ankles, I started to stroke it just like he'd taught me a few days earlier. Only this time I could see it as well as touch it. Somehow I knew not to do it as fast as before because I didn't want it to be over so fast this time. Without knowing why, I wanted to savor the moment, and embrace the experience.
My hand movements up and down his dick were deliberately slower, while my eyes fixated on its hypnotic beauty. My brother eventually started mumbling some far away gibberish, none of which was registering in my mind. That is until I heard him start begging me to "please lick it", and by that time. I was so captivated by the awe of it all, I thought nothing of complying with his pleading request.
Not knowing any better I gave it a couple quick tongue lashes, and asked if that was all he wanted. He naturally answered no and give me the "like an ice-cream cone" example of how to do it. So that's exactly what I did and to my then inexperienced surprise, my brother was loving it. He started moaning and wiggling all over the place, just before he started begging again. Only this time he was asking me to put his dick in my mouth. Again I complied as best I could. He taught me to suck it like a lollipop, and combine that with the ice-cream cone.
My mouth was and still is extremely small, but I took as much as I could of him in my mouth. I sucked and licked to his pleasure and my heart's content, until I ended up with a mouth full, of what I know today to be i****tuous cum. Though I enjoyed myself immensely that evening, nothing I did was done for his sexual pleasure. Neither did I jack or suck his dick for my own sexual gratification, because I didn't know anything about sexual satisfaction. I was just having what I considered to be unexplainable though deviously delicious fun.
For the next few years, whenever opportunity knocked and I wanted to play with a dick or he wanted a blowjob, we were there for each other. Truth is I wanted to play more often than he did. It was as if I was somehow jealous or envious of him for having a dick, he could play with anytime he wanted and I didn't. Somehow the situation seemed to work out for both of us, without complaints.
As time went by he started in on my tits and finger fucking me every chance he got, and I made sure he had plenty. Of course he eventually fucked me for the first time, but that's another story…if you'd like to read it…let me know…I just might write it.
namewithheld
Although I am disappointed that more Black Americans aren't sharing their real life stories of domestic sexual adventures, I am not in the least bit surprised at the fact. It seems we are taught to more a less, keep the family laundry out of the public eye. Overall I agree with that teaching, however, I also believe. More of us should share our stories, if for no other reason, than to help others to realize they are not alone. I firmly feel that by doing so it would help to remove some of the unnecessary shame, guilt, and or stigmas many needlessly feel or are labeled with, after having indulged in the various actives related to this so-called Taboo. It is for this reason that I've decided to share my personal experience with family fornication.
My particular relationship has been with my seven years older brother. Though we both are happily married to loving spouses, our secret affair has lasted to this present day. To our knowledge neither our family, nor spouses have any clue as to how close we truly are. That is except for my teen daughter, I think she suspects but has no proof. Otherwise perhaps the fact that we presently live in two different states, and are only able to get together two or possibly three times a year, helps us to remain under the kindred radar…â&eur o;¦
Before I begin my story keep in mind the age difference between us. For obvious legal and sick minded reasons, I won't speak of actual or approximate ages, anywhere within this story. That which happens or has happened between us, is being shared for a greater purpose than that of pervasive thinking.
The 1st Time Anything Happened…. Easter Sunday
I recall the day and in particular the events there of, vividly and in precise details. Having gone to two church services (my father is a bishop), and grandma's in between, we'd finally come to the end of that long day. That evening service was in a city about two hours away from where we lived, (daddy had to preach there). My brother and I flopped into our usual places in the back seat, as our parent did the same in the front. Everyone was worn out from the non-stop activities of the day, especially me.
As I'd often done at such times, I sprawled out over the back seat and laid my head in my brother's lap. In and of its self, this was my standard operating procedure on long car rides. However, what made this time different was after I'd nodded out, being neither asleep nor awake. I noticed I couldn't get quite comfortable, because something long and hard kept getting in my way. In my somewhat dazed condition, I continued to reach between my head and my brother's lap and try to move the obstruction.
I persisted in doing this for what felt like quite some time, before looking up and noticing, what I could see of my brother's face. Though his eyes were closed, he too, appeared to be somewhere between awake and asleep. He had what I thought was a strange looking mixture of restlessness and pleasure spread across his face in the form of a wicked smile. At the time I didn't know how to read it or what it mean, nor did I care. All that matter to me was that I wanted to go to sleep and something in his pants, wasn't helping me get there.
I can see myself now, holding my head up and starting my hands on an investigation of the problem. Now at this time, I had no out of the ordinary interest in boys, what was in their pants or anything else for that matter. Besides, consciously, I was only thinking of trying to get some sleep. Without any real explanation of why, I suddenly found myself curious and extremely fascinated by this object and before I realized it. I was aggressively analyzing it, squeezing it and exploring it in my own ignorant way up and down its seemingly massive lengths.
Though I was enthusiastically experiencing my first touch of a dick, I was doing so more out of curiosity than anything else. Of course with all the attention I was paying to his meat, by now, both my brother and I were wide awake. He soon started too discretely, yet sternly, allow his hips to meet my hands movements, far beyond the halfway point. Although I could tell he was somehow enjoying it all, his pleasure had nothing to do with my reasoning.
I'd reached a point where sleep was no longer a personal consideration. I had become entranced by the hardness and heftiness of his dick. Though at the time, I wasn't thinking dick. I was bewitched and excitedly trapped in the fact, that I'd never touched anything that felt exactly like it before. Naturally, it all makes sense now, but then, I couldn't understand why I couldn't tear myself away from that wonderfully ridged, elongated, and spacious object hidden inside the pants of my brother's Sunday's best suit.
All this time our eyes had never meet in acknowledgement of what was taking place between us. Each of us had become complacent in our respective roles and allowed it to just happen. That is until I felt him lightly but pointedly tap me on the shoulder, and motioned for me to be quiet. Though I was a bit startled by and resentful, at his interruption of my exploratory expedition, as our eyes silently locked. I gave him a confused but ratifying look of okay….and you stopped me because?
Before I could turn away from our face to face view, he shockingly, though wildly excited me, by simultaneously unzipping his pants and placing my hand inside its folds. To say that my world changed in that instance, would be the understatement of my life. I thought the feeling of a hard dick, through a pair of trousers was awesome, but there are no words to describe a young girl's first touch, of an inflexible and magnificent piece, of man meat flesh to flesh. For anyone other than a young girl, that initial feeling is inconceivable and utterly unexplainable.
Needless to say, I had entered the playground of astonishment and apparently, so had my brother. I suppose as best he could without arousing our parent's attention, he took control of my hand. He began trying to lead me by showing me how to wrap as much of it as I could around its girth, so as to jack him off. It didn't take me long to figure out what to do, especially since I believed I was the one having all the fun. However, that fun didn't last long, because shortly after I'd gotten my rhythm. The thing started to swell even bigger in my hand, pulsating like a hard beaten drum, and then…I felt hot sticky wet stuff pouring down my hand.
As life taught me later, as soon as it stopped raining on my hand, my brother removed it and fell asleep. At that time I didn't understand why, or even how he could have done that. Let there be no misunderstandings. Inside I knew what I was doing wasn't right, especially since I was doing it to my brother, but it didn't feel wrong either. Though I had enjoyed myself, intuitively, I felt like something more was supposed to happen next.
The 2nd Time Physical Contact Was Made
Happened exactly one week later, and again we'd all spent the morning in church. This Sunday there was no evening service and after we'd left grandma's place. The family was home doing routine stuff, and as happens often in a preachers world. Daddy got a phone call that one of his flock was in the hospital and wasn't expected to make it through the night. Also as was the norm in our home, both our parents answered the call. On occasions like this happened to be, mom would drive her car and daddy his. The reason for this was daddy never knew how long he'd be there, while mom. Basically went just to pay her respects and show her face, because such was the duty of a church's first lady.
During those times, my brother being old enough to watch after us both, while mom was gone at least. My parents would often leave in a hurry and instruct me to mind my brother, while they were away. Understand, before the episode in the car, my brother and I were your average siblings, with a distinguishable age difference between them. We got on each other's nerves, but he was still my big brother and I, his baby sister. On the surface nothing had really changed. Several times during that week, as the family was watched TV or whatever. I'd spent several hours with my head in his lap, and nothing happened. This wasn't an unusual occurrence, even in our parent's presence.
On the other hand, our parents were not at home. Neither of them would be for at least a couple of hours. I can't speak for my brother's thoughts over that past week, but I kept having incredible flash backs of that fun filled ride home. I thought the feel of his dick was just oddly weird and yet so remarkably exciting. I guess secretly, I had prayed that would not be the last time I'd get to play with it. I had hoped many times during that week he'd bring it up and somehow make the offer, but that never happened.
Something inside me wouldn't let go of the experience and wanted to explore further. I decided the moment my parents were out the door that I'd yield to my internal urgings. Knowing he was just in the den, and rightfully assuming he was probably in a nodded off state of mind. I walked right in and kneeled down beside his stretched out body, and immediately started rubbing my hand up and down his jean covered joy stick. He soon started making moaning noises and unconsciously rotating his hips, and then suddenly….
He woke up in a dazed weakly spoken protest, consisting of the usual objections as to why I shouldn't have been doing what I was doing. Assumedly, willing to count off what happened in the car, as a freak accident that could never happen again. He helplessly stumbled through them all. Sadly for him and luckily for me, at least that's how I thought of it anyway. By this time the dick was already hard and as with any boy or man. He had no real strength to fight with, and submitted to my advancements.
After he relaxed and just laid back on the couch, and instincts told me I had him. I boldly asked him if I could see it. With what little reservations he had left, he hesitantly and to his credit, under a feebly formed continued protest, he whipped it out. Before I continue and to put all things in their proper prospective. Back then he still had some growing to do, but not that much. Today, when all the growing has stopped, and without any exaggeration, none, big brother sports a monster, long and well over average girth bonner. Though I had no idea then exactly what I was looking at in terms of male meat, I did know I was going to enjoy the hell out of playing with it.
For some reason I wanted to see it all before I touched it, and I begged him let me do so. As soon as his pants were around his ankles, I started to stroke it just like he'd taught me a few days earlier. Only this time I could see it as well as touch it. Somehow I knew not to do it as fast as before because I didn't want it to be over so fast this time. Without knowing why, I wanted to savor the moment, and embrace the experience.
My hand movements up and down his dick were deliberately slower, while my eyes fixated on its hypnotic beauty. My brother eventually started mumbling some far away gibberish, none of which was registering in my mind. That is until I heard him start begging me to "please lick it", and by that time. I was so captivated by the awe of it all, I thought nothing of complying with his pleading request.
Not knowing any better I gave it a couple quick tongue lashes, and asked if that was all he wanted. He naturally answered no and give me the "like an ice-cream cone" example of how to do it. So that's exactly what I did and to my then inexperienced surprise, my brother was loving it. He started moaning and wiggling all over the place, just before he started begging again. Only this time he was asking me to put his dick in my mouth. Again I complied as best I could. He taught me to suck it like a lollipop, and combine that with the ice-cream cone.
My mouth was and still is extremely small, but I took as much as I could of him in my mouth. I sucked and licked to his pleasure and my heart's content, until I ended up with a mouth full, of what I know today to be i****tuous cum. Though I enjoyed myself immensely that evening, nothing I did was done for his sexual pleasure. Neither did I jack or suck his dick for my own sexual gratification, because I didn't know anything about sexual satisfaction. I was just having what I considered to be unexplainable though deviously delicious fun.
For the next few years, whenever opportunity knocked and I wanted to play with a dick or he wanted a blowjob, we were there for each other. Truth is I wanted to play more often than he did. It was as if I was somehow jealous or envious of him for having a dick, he could play with anytime he wanted and I didn't. Somehow the situation seemed to work out for both of us, without complaints.
As time went by he started in on my tits and finger fucking me every chance he got, and I made sure he had plenty. Of course he eventually fucked me for the first time, but that's another story…if you'd like to read it…let me know…I just might write it.
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