October 27, 2008
I was bummed because my brother was bummed. His name was Parker and he’d turned twelve today. Both our parents were out of town on business all week, though, which meant he hadn’t had much of a birthday. They’d promised him something very nice when they came back, but it still wasn’t the same.
To make matters worse, I’d tried to bake him a cake when I got back from my classes (I was taking late afternoon classes at a local community college, hoping that would lead me to a good future). I was eighteen, smart, capable and shouldn’t have had any problem with baking a cake. But I’d burned it to a crisp.
“I’m really sorry,” I said to him again as we looked at the charred mess that had come out of the oven.
Parker shrugged. “That’s ok, Laney. I know you tried.”
We ate dinner in silence after that, then Parker went quietly up to his bedroom, leaving me feeling totally crappy because now I had nothing for him (his cake was meant to be his birthday present. I was poor and couldn’t afford anything decent). I started to think about what else I might be able to give him as a present.
I went into the living room to watch some TV while I thought, but after a couple hours I still couldn’t think of anything. A little depressed, I shut off the TV and walked quietly upstairs, figuring I might as well turn in early.
As I moved by Parker’s bedroom door, I could hear a very faint sound, almost right on the edge of hearing. I paused for a second and listened. After a moment I figured out what it was. Springs. Bedsprings. Squeaking in a very steady, rhythmic pattern.
I had to stifle a giggle. It was pretty obvious what my little brother was up to right now. He’d obviously decided to give himself a little birthday present. Well, that was ok. At least he’d feel a little better.
I went into my bedroom and started undressing for bed. Once I was naked I laid down and reached for my lap to turn off the light. Then I paused, a thought playing through my mind. I shook my head and refused to let it settle. Click, and the light went off.
But the thought returned, slowly and quietly. I fought back against it, refusing to pay any attention, but it persisted. Finally I decided to confront it directly. The thought was this: Maybe, just maybe, I could give my little brother the ultimate present. His first fuck with a girl.
I shook my head. No. This would be ten kinds of wrong. Not only was he my little brother, but he was only just barely twelve. I hadn’t lost my virginity until I was… well, ok, I’d been twelve, too, but MORE twelve than he was.
Still… while there were a dozen or so good reasons not to do it with him, were there any good reasons TO do it with him? Well, it would be a present I wouldn’t have to pay for, which was good. It’d certainly make him happy, which was good. Plus, well, I hadn’t been laid in a few months. Getting fucked again would be nice, even if it was with my little brother. Even better, I wouldn’t have to make him wear a condom, cause it would be his first time. Since I was on the Pill, pregnancy wouldn’t be an issue.
I tried to fight back on the thoughts even as my hand drifted down between my legs. No, no, no. I couldn’t have sex with my little brother. That would be just bad as bad can be. I mean, there was no way it could be a good idea.
But maybe… well… maybe…
I sat up abruptly. Ok. I couldn’t let him fuck me, right, but I could at least do a few other things with him, couldn’t I? Just so that he would learn a few things, maybe get off, certainly have a better birthday than he had so far.
A little tingle went through my vagina as I turned the light back on and grabbed my bathrobe. Yes. I’d do a little bit of stuff with him. Just enough to give him an education about sex, but not enough to actually get fucked by him. That’d work.
Before I could chicken out, I went into the hall and knocked on Parker’s bedroom door. His light was still on, so I was pretty sure he was awake, and I hadn’t heard the bedsprings, so I guess he was done with that.
“What?” came his voice.
“Let me in for a second.”
“Ok.” He came up and unlocked his bedroom door. As he opened it, I saw he was wearing only a t-shirt and boxers. Good. “What?”
“I have a birthday present for you,” I said with a smile.
“Oh?” Parker perked up a little. “What is it?”
“Sit on your bed and close your eyes.”
“Ok.” He did so.
I took a breath. This was it. I unwrapped my robe and let it drop to the ground. Then I softly said, “Ok, open your eyes.”
Parker did so, and then opened his eyes even wider as he looked at my nude body. His mouth opened and he squeaked out, “You’re naked!”
“Yes, I know.”
“Why are you naked!?”
“Well…” I sat down on his bed as he moved away a little. “I’m naked cause I’m going to give you a present. I’m going to teach you all about girls.”
“So…” I sat back on my brother’s bed and spread my legs, grateful that I kept my pubic hair to a minimum. “Anything you wanna know?”
“Uh… god… I don’t know…” He looked at my naked body. “I mean… this is all… you know… like a surprise.”
“Aren’t birthday presents supposed to be?” I said with a smile.
Parker grinned back. “Yeah.”
“Uhm…” He looked at me some more. “Uh… I just don’t know what I should ask about.”
“Ok… well… where does the boy… you know… stick it in?” Parker asked with a blush.
“That’s easy. Right here.” I reached down and spread my vagina open with my fingers, giving my brother a good look.
“Oh! Wow…” He peered down. “Cool.”
“You can stick your finger in there, if you want,” I said, already prepared to at least go that far.
“Yeah. Just lick it so that it’s wet and slide it right inside.”
Nervously, Parker liked his index finger. It shook slightly as he moved it down between my legs. I closed my eyes in anticipation and then felt the sensation of his finger slowly sliding down into my wet vagina. I let out a little sigh of pleasure and opened my eyes as I pulled my fingers away.
“See?” I said.
I felt him wiggling his finger around inside me. It was very nice. I grinned at him. “That feels good.”
“Yeah.” Looking down I could see the tent in Parker’s boxers. “Why don’t you get out of your clothes, too?”
Parker looked at himself. “Me?”
He licked his lips as he thought for a moment, then nodded and pulled off first his t-shirt then his boxers, letting his virgin penis pop into view. It was still totally hairless and probably only about four inches long. Looked nice, though.
“You can touch my breasts, too, if you want,” I said to him.
“Ok.” Parker reached over and tentatively rested one of his hands on one of my breasts. He rubbed at it a little. “Feels neat.”
“I bet it does,” I said with a smile.
Parker blushed. “I liked it better when I had my finger in you, though.”
I laughed. “So did I! You can put it back in if you want to.”
“Ok.” My brother crouched between my legs and slid his finger back into my vagina.
I let out another happy sigh. I’m sure he was enjoying his birthday present, but I was certainly not minding it much myself! The boy had no real experience, but he was a quick learner and had good instincts.
Suddenly I gave in to what I really wanted. “Parker?”
“Get on top of me.”
Parker blinked. “On top?” he asked weakly.
Swallowing visibly, Parker moved his lean, naked body between my spread legs. As he settled on top of me I felt the tip of his penis brush lightly against my vagina. He looked at me with an expression of tension and desire on his face.
“Now what?” he whispered.
“What do you think?”
I felt him shaking a little as he whispered, “Am I going to…” He trailed off.
“Say it,” I said.
Parker took a deep breath and shifted his weight a little, sliding his penis against my clitoris. “Am I going to… to fuck you?”
“Do you want to?” I asked, reaching between our naked bodies to take my little brother’s penis in my hand, stroking it slowly.
“Oh… oh… yes, I do…” he moaned.
Still slightly unable to believe I was actually doing this, but happy I was able to make my brother feel good for his birthday, I put him into position and pushed down on his cute little butt, feeling his twelve-year-old virgin penis slowly slide into my tight, wet, eighteen-year-old vagina.
“Oh, god, Laney,” he whispered as he sank into me. “I can’t… I can’t believe I’m… really inside you…”
“You are,” I said, wrapping my legs around his nude body.
“Oh, this feels so nice…”
I grinned. “Happy birthday, Parker.”
Parker fucked me in silence after that. It was strange to me to think that I had my little brother’s preteen penis inside my vagina, but it felt pretty nice and the kink of it was enough of a turn-on to make up for the strangeness.
After about two minutes, Parker’s breathing began to really increase. I knew he was close to cumming. I held him tight as closed my eyes, enjoying the pleasure as my brother’s penis began to kick and twitch inside me. I didn’t feel any sperm splashing out, so I guessed he wasn’t making any yet. Still felt nice.
When Parker was done cumming, he pulled out and laid next to me, trying to get his breath back. I held him close, cuddling up to him and happy that I’d given him the best birthday present he could’ve ever hoped for.
“So do I still get a cake?”
Or maybe not.
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