each other and I put my hands on his shoulders, trying to look at him objectively for a moment. He was handsome, looking a bit older than his twenty-one years. He had messy dark hair and stubble on his cheeks that, knowing him, he’d carefully cultivated. He too, looked more grown-up than when I’d seen him last.
“Sit still,” he instructed. “And just kind of… mirror what I do.” He took a deep breath, seeming to steel himself, then leaned slowly toward me. I tried to relax and not to laugh, closing my eyes and breathing steadily.
I felt his lips brush mine. A moment’s hesitation, then he pressed his mouth firmly against me. His mouth was soft and warm, and he smelled like wine. I felt his lips part, and obediently copied the action, letting my mouth open slightly. Our breath mingled, and I thought vaguely to myself that that was kind of nice.
I was approaching the kiss like a lesson, studying it, trying to memorise the moves. But when he tilted his head, and I did the same, and his tongue ever-so-gently entered my mouth and caressed mine, I completely forgot about paying attention.
It was soft and sweet at first. His tongue teased mine, until I began to respond, caressing his tongue and dancing with it, in my mouth and in his. I melted toward him, winding my arms around his neck, and he wrapped his arms around my waist. Suddenly his hesitation was gone and he was pulling me closer. I pressed my upper body willingly against him, a strange but pleasant electric feeling running through me.
I heard my own soft sound of pleasure as he sucked gently on my lower lip, and I tried gently nibbling his in response. Alec pressed hard against me, and I realized we were reclining back onto the couch, his body over mine. I didn’t mind. My breasts were pushing right up against his hard chest, and I could feel my nipples harden and become extra sensitive. It was a good feeling. I began to run my hands over his back and shoulders, appreciating the tensing and un-tensing of his muscles as our tongues continued their dance.
The kiss was heated now, and I could sense his urgency. Unexpectedly, it thrilled me. One of his hands began to wander, moving over my waist, and down my outer thigh. I felt little shivers of pleasure ripple through my skin, as he pushed his hand up under my short skirt. I also felt myself grow wet between my legs, unfamiliar heat spreading out from my sex.
He broke away from our kiss, placing his mouth on my neck, and sucking gently on my skin. I couldn’t help letting out a little moan of pleasure.
My sound seemed to bring him back to his senses, and he stopped suddenly, pulling away and looking into my eyes. His breathing was heavy and fast, and I realized belatedly that I could feel how hard he was down below, pressing against my hip. I bit my lip, trying to stop myself from grinding against him. Wanting more. What was happening to me?
“Sorry.” Alec murmured, his voice hoarse. He cleared his throat, and pulled away from me. The absence of his hand on my skin and his body against mine made me feel cold. I sat up, tried to stop him before he ran off, but his hand slipped through mine. He left the room, and I sat by myself, panting slightly and clothes askew, completely confused as to what had just happened.
Alec didn’t surface for the rest of the day, and I heard him leave the house the next morning, yelling out that he was going shopping. I was miserable, thinking I’d ruined our relationship forever. I tried to give him space, hoping it would all blow over. But I also kept replaying our kiss over and over in my head.
I went to the movie with Sean, grateful for the distraction as much as the opportunity to be out with a cute guy. It was a fun movie, and Sean was nice. In his car afterwards, he kissed me. To my great relief and surprise, I wasn’t paralyzed with nerves. He was gentle, and obviously not as experienced as Alec. He used a little too much tongue at first, I thought — however, he seemed to adjust to my style and it ended up being a nice kiss. Closing my eyes, though, I found myself imagining I was with Alec. Instead of Sean’s face I pictured my brother’s. It was his lips on mine, his hands in my hair.
Feeling guilty, I cut it short, thanking Sean for a lovely day and getting out of the car. I ran inside and slammed the front door behind me.
“Are you okay?” Alec asked, looking up from the table where he sat with his lunch. He didn’t look embarrassed or awkward anymore, for which I was grateful. So I sat with him and made small talk about the movie. He didn’t ask questions, and I avoided mentioning the goodbye kiss. As soon as I could, I made an excuse — saying I was tired so I could escape to my bedroom. I felt his eyes on me as I ran up the stairs.
At night I lay in bed, the sheets tangled around me. It was a hot night, so I had gone to bed naked, and I had a light sheen of sweat on my skin. I thought about Sean, and the prom, and whether he would expect more than a kiss from me then. The idea, which had made me anxious before, now didn’t seem entirely unappealing.
But soon my thoughts wandered to my brother, who must have been in bed in the very next room. I ran my hands over my breasts — they fit neatly in my cupped palms — and teased the small pink nipples lazily.
My fingers trailed lower, over my flat stomach, and the neatly shaved mound between my legs. I had done this before, of course — although I hadn’t reached climax very often. Now I slipped a finger inside my slit, sampling my wetness, and thinking of Alec’s embrace. I moaned in pleasure, then belatedly wondered if he would hear me through the wall. Instead of embarrassing me, the thought turned me on. I massaged my clit softly as I allowed myself to relive the kiss; the press of our bodies, the hard muscles of his arms and back. His hand traveling up my thigh…
I stopped myself, pulling my hand away and pressing my legs tightly together. I felt guilty. It had been meant as an innocent kiss — an instructional. I hadn’t meant to feel anything. I was being stupid.
But… Alec had felt it too — right? I wasn’t completely naive — I’d felt his hard-on rubbing against me. He hadn’t wanted to stop, either. He’d only pulled away because he thought he was pushing himself on me — going too far.
I wanted to go further.
I jumped out of bed, walking to the door. I stopped myself; almost turned back then and there. But I didn’t. The insistent arousal burned in me, spurring me on. I turned the handle and snuck into the hall, naked.
No light showed under his door, so I knew he was probably asleep. I turned the doorknob carefully, and slowly opened the door.
My brother was sprawled on his back in his double bed, a sheet draped over him. In the dim light I could see he was shirtless. I could hear the quiet snoring that meant I hadn’t disturbed his sleep. I could also see that the sheet tented up over an impressive erection. I’d read that sometimes happened to guys while they slept, so I wasn’t surprised. I was shocked, however, at the seeming size of it, and determined to get a better look.
Creeping closer, I took hold of the edge of the sheets and raised them up. In the dim light I could see Alec’s body. There was a trail of light hair over his belly, leading down into the darker hair below. His engorged cock lay against his belly. My mouth made a silent “oh!”. I was shocked at the size of it. I wondered if they were all that big, or if my brother was particularly well endowed. I couldn’t imagine how something like that could ever fit inside me.
I steeled myself, raising the covers higher. Then I slipped in under them, settling myself in next to Alec. He sighed in his sleep and shifted to accommodate me, and I put an arm over his body and pillowed my head on his shoulder.
Suddenly, he sighed out a heavy breath, and opened his eyes. He moved his head to get a look at me. “Huh? Rose?” He murmured, his voice hoarse and slurred from sleep.
I nodded, and before he could protest, I covered his mouth with mine.
He remained still for what seemed like an endless moment as I kissed him. I just kept kissing, with pecks on the lips and gentle nibbles. When his mouth opened slightly, I flicked my tongue in, and over his, my hands roaming over his chest.
At the touch of my tongue, he responded, his arm coming up over my ba ck and his tongue meeting mine. Our bodies twined together as I brought my leg up over his, and his arms wrapped tightly around me. It was a sweet kiss, between two people discovering each other in new way.
He began to run his hands down my back, over the curve of my ass, and I purred in approval against his mouth. In turn, I caressed his body, his chest and his stomach. I could feel his skin quiver under my touch, and his breathing became heavy. I broke our kiss to look at his face. Encouraged, I moved my hand down and touched his swollen cock, brushing it experimentally with my fingers, then wrapping my hand around it.
Alec’s hips shifted and he moaned quietly, urgently. He cupped the curve of my ass, squeezed it, and ran his hand firmly back up my side. His fingers brushed my breast, which was pressed up against him, and he teased the
