I touched the tip and his dick twitched and I heard him take in a breath. I investigated the little patch below the tip. “What’s this called?”, I asked.
“It’s the frenulum. It’s the most sensitive part, almost like a girl’s clit.”
I wrapped my hand around the shaft. It was thick enough that my fingers barely wrapped around it. I angled it straight up and saw that it extended above his pubes by 6 or 7 inches. I pulled further towards me, surprised by how much muscle it took. I squeezed open the little hole at the end and saw a drop of fluid gathering there. “What’s this fluid?”
“It’s called ‘pre-cum’. It leaks out before a man ejaculates.”
“I’ve heard girls call that ‘jizz’, is that right.”
“Like everything sex-related it has a hundred names but, yes, ‘jizz’ is one of them.”
I expected him to be hard all the way to the tip but the head was strangely spongy, sticking out past the hard part. I was astonished at how freely the skin slid effortlessly up and down the shaft, seemingly disconnected from the meat underneath and I played with that for five or six strokes.
“That feels really nice, Amy. Be careful.”
“Is this what’s called a hand job?”
“Yes. That’s a hand job and it feels incredible. Careful or you’ll make me cum.”
I wasn’t really sure why I kept at it; this wasn’t the plan. I just wanted to see a dick but now I was giving my brother a hand job. I realized that I really, really wanted to see what would happen next. “Do you want me to keep going? To make you cum?”
“We should probably stop before it goes too far.”
“It’s fun, Peter. Do you want me to keep going?”
He said, “Suit yourself.” But the smile on his face said “Oh, Hell, yes!”
He put his head on the pillow and enjoyed what I was doing for the next few minutes, all the while breathing heavier and heavier. The pre-cum was now flowing liberally out of his dick and was running down the shaft, lubricating the whole works. I shifted my grip and put my thumb on his frenulum — his sensitive spot – rubbing the pre-cum into him. Almost instantly he moaned “Oh, Amy! That amazing. That feels so fucking good. A little faster, please.”
I quickened the pace. “Oh, God! Like that. Yes. I’m close. I’m so fucking close, Oh! Fuck! I’m gonna cum!”
His penis started convulsing and the jizz shot straight up, a foot into the air, and splashed back down onto my hand. I laughed with surprise and turned to look at him. His eyes were glazed, his mouth was open, his face was contorted in pleasure. I turned back to his dick and watched the jizz shoot everywhere — on his belly, his chest, the bed. I kept stroking; he must have squirted half-a dozen times before the cum stopped shooting out and it dribbled out for a little while after that. I was still stroking and still laughing when he put his hand on mine and asked me to stop, that it was too sensitive.
I stopped stroking but I sat there, holding him as he went soft. I was amazed to see the transformation. What had been a rock-hard monster a minute earlier was soft and limp, about half the size, cum leaking out of the end as he shrank. I milked the shaft to get even more out of him.
“Thank you, Amy. That was fucking mind-blowing! You’re amazing!”
“That was fun! Did I do okay? Did you like it?”
“All I can say is ‘wow!'”.
With my curiosity satisfied, I ran to the bathroom to get stuff to clean up. I tossed him a wet washcloth and a towel. Then he put his pajama pants back on and lay beside me on the bed.
“Do you give yourself hand jobs?”, I asked.
“It’s called jerking off and, yes, all the time. Ever since I was 14 or so. When did you start masturbating?”
“I’ve never masturbated.”
“You’ve NEVER masturbated? Ever had an orgasm, like on a date?”
I shook my head. “It always seemed naughty to touch myself down there except to wash or…you know, a tampon. And, like I said, I’ve never let a boy go past second base.”
“I’d love to reciprocate. Would you like to try to have an orgasm?”
Having just watched him cum, I was really aroused and I could feel my vagina getting wet at the thought of what he’d just offered. But I knew I shouldn’t start an incestuous relationship with my younger brother. We’d already gone too far, and it was time to back away before we went any further. Maybe we already had.
“No”, said my brain.
“Yes, I’d really like that.” said my mouth. I stood up and removed my pajamas. His jaw dropped.
“Jesus, Amy! You’re stunning! I’ve seen you in your swimsuit so often that I thought I knew what to expect but, oh, my!”
I lay down next to him. “What do you want me to do?”
“Lay back and relax. Concentrate solely on your own pleasure. If you don’t like something, just say and I’ll stop. If you really like something, just say and I’ll know. If you feel yourself starting to get really aroused, surrender to it; don’t hold back and don’t feel you’re being selfish. This is all about you, after all. Okay?”
I nodded. He held my face and kissed me. “You’re beautiful, Sis.”
He nuzzled my ear with his lips; I felt a jolt in my crotch when he kissed me on the neck, just below the ear. My nipples were so erect that they actually hurt and I almost screamed when he rolled one of them between his fingers as he ran his lips down my neck, and, again, when he put his lips on the other nipple, flicking it with his tongue.
“You have great tit’s Amy. They’re perfect. I love your nipples; are they sensitive?
“Yes, they’re like cattle prods. Peter, I’m getting really hot down there.”
He slid down and kissed my tummy, putting one hand on my inner thigh. I was no longer hesitant about being with him; I craved the moment my brother would touch me down there. “Please touch me.”
But he had other ideas. He moved me to the edge of the bed and crawled between my legs. He pushed my legs apart and kissed my inner thighs and then he licked and sucked my labia. I was crazy aroused. My clit was on fire, and I could feel the juices flowing out of my vagina. He pushed my legs farther apart and used his thumbs to open me wide.
“Your pussy is beautiful, Amy. It’s pink and wet and it looks so fucking delicious.”
I was about to scream “PLEASE TOUCH ME!” when I felt the tip of his tongue sweep the length of my slit. Then again. And again. I shuddered each time his tongue raked the tip of my clit.
“That feels so good. I like it at the end.”
He stopped with the long, slow licks and, instead, concentrated on the tip, flicking his tongue over it, quickly and softly. It was heaven. “Please, just a little harder.”
I felt something stirring behind my pubic bone. A strange tension, a tickle, an energy. It was getting stronger, expanding into my belly, then my chest, then my limbs, and there was no doubt about it being an orgasm when it hit. I never imagined it could be like this. I never dreamed I could have this much pleasure. Peter was steady, relentless, as I reveled in my first-ever cum. I took his advice and surrendered to it. To him. To my brother. Oh, my God, this was so fucking good! I loved Peter for the joy he was giving me, and I hated myself for waiting so long to experience it. A minute or two in, it subsided a bit. He backed off, allowing me to come down a little bit.