The Siblings – A Friday

My name is Eli Tonta. My story begins a few years back, it was during summer and I was thirteen years old. We live in a one story house and it was small, yet cozy. My room was right next to my big brother’s room, Jake. He was sixteen years old. Our rooms were right up against each other, our rooms were so close in-fact, Jake could have probably heard me sneeze through the walls. Our rooms both lead out into the kitchen, it was a small and messy kitchen but we had all the essentials. To the left was the living room, there was no door connecting the kitchen and living room. Facing the living room from the kitchen, our parent’s room was to the right and behind us was the laundry room and bathroom.

It was late into the night and being my thirteen year old self, I couldn’t sleep because I was afraid of monsters under my bed and whatnot. Of course, I had a night light, but that wouldn’t help. I didn’t know what to do because my parents hated it when I went into their room in the middle of the night, so I decided to go to my brother’s room.

I was in some panties and a larger T-shirt, but my round boobs still poked at my shirt. For a thirteen year old, my breasts were actually rather large. I don’t exactly remember how big because I didn’t really know what they were for at the time, but they must have been Cs or maybe even larger.

Being at a young age, I never really noticed my body but looking back now, I was pretty busty – not to toot my own horn. I was growing hair in strange places and I had to keep them shaved because I thought it was mortifying. I was short, I thought having a big butt sucked and my breasts were sore all the time from growing, like they were during that night.

Anyway, I slowly opened my brother’s room and peeked inside. It was pitch dark but I’ve been in his room before. I crept in and quietly shut the door behind myself. Afterwards, I stumbled around in the dark for a few minutes and eventually found my brother’s bed. I climbed up onto the side. I looked around in the dark with my hands, rubbing them against the bed, looking for my brother. Eventually, I found him and gently climbed up into the bed with him.

His back was facing me, so I scooted up as close as I could, to the point where my boobs were squished against his back, I was super cold. I moved my left arm in a way that supported my breasts, so they weren’t as sore, with my shoulder/forearm and I had my head resting on my hand. I wasn’t sure what to do with my right arm, so I just wrapped it around my brother, under the blankets.

Jake was much taller than me, I remember him being around 6’3. He was a giant compared to my 4’6 height!

This is important because I remember when I wrapped my arm around his – what I thought was his stomach – hips, I felt something strange underneath Jake’s underwear. At the time, I wasn’t aware of what it was or what I was doing so I explored. It felt soft and long. I played with it for a few seconds before I thought about waking him up, but I had a super weird and new feeling that I’ve never had before, and it made me think otherwise about waking him. Instead, I gently slipped my small hands under his underwear.

I felt around for the long and soft thing I felt a second ago and I found it again. I felt a warm fuzzy feeling appear. It felt like it was coming from my stomach, but lower. I felt a faint, warm glow appear in my breasts. It felt good, and the longer I played with his thing, the stronger the warm fuzzy feeling and the glowing would get.

Now, at this age, I’ve never experienced anything like this. I’ve never masturbated in my life, I didn’t even know what masturbation was. I didn’t know what a penis was, I’ve never even seen one, and I didn’t know what tits or pussies were or anything. I only knew them as ‘Boobs’ and ‘Private Parts’. I was extremely innocent at this age, but a lot of that changed quickly after this night.

I liked the feeling I got from playing with Jake’s ‘tail’, as I called it for a few weeks because I didn’t know what it was. It made me feel good. Later, I learned that this feeling was what being horny was like.

After a few minutes, I noticed it moved a little in my hand. It kept moving and I wasn’t sure if Jake was awake or not so I held perfectly still, even holding my breath. It kept growing and I could feel my hand tightening around it as his tail grew bigger. I didn’t know what I did or what happened, but now it was harder than a rock and even longer than it was a few seconds ago! It wasn’t near as floppy as it was a second ago, now it wouldn’t even bend, no matter how hard I tried.

I kept playing with it, bopping it against my hand and sometimes rubbing it unaware of what I was actually doing.

I kept playing with it for a few more seconds until I felt his ‘tail’ pulse in my hands. I kept doing what I was doing and it kept pulsing, and I suddenly felt something warm, gooey and sticky get on my hands. I left my hand still for a moment, trying to figure out what just happened. I wasn’t sure if what just got on my hands was pee – which would have been disgusting and I would have silently freaked – but I didn’t think it was pee.

There wasn’t much on my hands because most of ‘it’ got stuck to Jake’s underwear.

Eventually, I pulled my hand out from his underwear. I brought the gooey substance to my nose and smelt it, but it didn’t smell like anything. I pinched my fingers together and rubbed them back and forth, it was very slippery.

I wasn’t sure how much was on my hands because it was pitch black, and I didn’t want to wipe it all over my brother’s bed. A thought crossed my mind, I should just eat it. At first, I was absolutely disgusted at the thought but I didn’t know what else to do. I sighed and brought my hand to my mouth and licked the substance off of my fingers.

It didn’t taste as bad as I thought it would. It was actually kind of tasty, it was a little sweet with some other strange – but good – tastes.

I wasn’t sure what just happened, but that warm glowy feeling I had earlier became much, much more intense and the source came from the pure flower between my legs and, not near as much, the two little roses atop of the hills of my chest, ultimately replacing the sore feeling I had earlier.

I didn’t know how to relieve these strange new, sexual feelings and they were growing more and more intense by the second. The feelings felt so intense, and I had this impulse to do something. I wasn’t sure what, but my body needed me to do something.

I didn’t know how to relieve my feelings. I instinctively closed my thighs together, slightly rubbing them back and forth. It felt good and it was relieving some of those sexual tensions, but it wasn’t enough. Not even close. I squeezed my young thirteen year old boobs together using my upper arm. That, too, helped but it was just in the slightest. I needed more.

I don’t remember what I was thinking, but I remember I instinctively moved my hand down above my delicate gender, I could feel my hand placed gently above my pantie-covered mound, my fingertips resting on various areas upon my young sex. As I felt around, I realized that the front of my panties were almost soaked. I didn’t have an idea where all these liquids came from, but I didn’t really think about questioning it. I just wanted to please the feelings I had.

Just placing my fingertips upon my vagina felt incredible at the time. It was the best feeling I had ever experienced in my youth.

I hesitated before doing anything else, but I had a sudden and incredibly strong impulse to just press down and move my hand back and forth, essentially masturbating through my soaked panties. It was one of the most excellent feelings I had ever felt.

Of course, I was thirteen at the time and had no idea that what I did and what I was doing was a bad thing. I had no clue at all.

I gently slipped my hand under my panties, and the excellent feeling I felt before felt two times better when I touched myself bare. I was completely soaked and everytime I moved my fingers over my sex, a rather loud squish sound could be heard.

After a few seconds, I figured out an even better spot to rub. It was a little piece that felt extremely good every time I jerked my hand over it. Later, I learned that this was called a clitorous.

My thoughts brought me to licking my brother’s fluids after I had unknowingly jerked him off, and that thought pushed me over the edge.

At the time, I didn’t have a clue what was happening. All I knew was that I could only feel extremely intense waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I remember my whole body shuttering, instinctivaley pinching my nipples through my shirt, only increasing the intensity of what I was feeling. With every shutter my body produced, a new wave of amazing flowed over me.

This. This moment was the best moment of my entire life and it opened my eyes to a new, amazing place. I never thought I would or even could experience so much sexual pleasure. It took me a while to learn, but these were called orgasms. This night was the best night I had ever experienced, and I don’t regret any of it. Even now, I don’t.

Afterwards, I lied there for a few more moments. I couldn’t touch my vagina, it was just so raw. So sensitive, the slightest touch sent such intense waves of pleasure that it was simply too much. I held my hand over every part of my vagina, using it to protect it from touching anything.

I felt like I was missing something, but I didn’t really know what and I didn’t have the strength to stay awake and think about it.

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