get dressed for school now. It is as if I have to get this written before the end of summer.
Leaving the train, I walked toward the store and entering it, saw some boys standing over by the magazine rack. There was giggling and pointing to a picture in one of the adult magazines. I brushed passed them with a glance down at the centerfold. It showed a woman bent over and licking her own vagina. I thought is sure must have been painful for the woman to have gotten into that position. Then I wondered if it would be physically possible for me to do something like that. Life left so much to explore.
Getting some candy, gum and a teenage romance novel, I proceeded to the check-out counter and paid for my items.
I kept thinking that I had forgotten to purchase something of importance, but couldn't remember what it might have been.
Walking out of the door, I noticed the boys had gone outside the store and were standing around laughing at each other. One of the boys looked over at me and said something I didn't quite hear, but when he threw an object at me, I caught it out of instinct.
Looking at the item in my hand, I saw that it was a pack of condoms. I just glared at the boys and headed back for the train area, ignoring their taunts. I had never even seem a condom, let alone held one.
Boarding the train, I settled down in area near the door and looked around. There was disappointment in that I failed to see the boy that had been riding the train earlier.
The trip back seemed much more lonely. Opening the pack of condoms, I noticed they were really kind of long thin balloons.
This tip of them had a small bulge to allow any ejaculation to fill, so as not to explode when a man spurted with such force inside of it. It was almost exciting to imagine having a sheathed penis slamming itself deep inside of me without the fear of getting pregnant.
Arriving back home, I ran the entire distance to Carla's house. I was out of breath, when I plopped down on the couch in the front room. Reaching down into the sack, I grabbed for a pack of gum, but came up with the pack of condoms the boys had thrown to me. Embarrassed, I quickly hid them back inside the sack.
Terry and Carla were back at playing GameBoy® and hadn't caught my mistake, but Mike had been watching my every move.
He just filed it away in his thoughts and pretended to be watching the other kids play their game.
As it grew dark outside, we played a few hands of cards and Terry called our parents and told them he was going to spend the night over with me at Carla's house. His mother asked him to make sure it was okay with Carla's dad, He said that it was and Terry hung up the phone.
Mike announced it was time we should start getting ready for bed. Since Carla was staying in the guest room and we were really too old to be sleeping together, he said he'd make up a couch. Terry and I just glanced at each other and thought the same thing. They both remembered the experience of his earlier escapades with Carla while Mike had gone to the store.
Mike grabbed a few blankets and a spare pillow and soon the couch in the front room was transformed into a comfortable sleeping area.
We girls had headed off to the bathroom and could be heard talking to each other in hushed tones. Mike looked at Terry and told him to be on the lookout. Who knows what tricks we girls might play tonight.
The forewarning that Terry received was worthwhile. About thirty minutes passed from when we all turned in for the night, when Terry must have heard giggling from Carla's bedroom.
Getting up from the couch, he tip-toed over to their door and peeked through where it was slightly cracked open.
He must have seen us lying on the bed, looking at the pictures we had snapped earlier in the day. The fact was, that we were dressed in our skimpy nighties, and he could see that Carla had on a luscious pair of satin green panties. They shimmered through her silk nightgown.
With every movement she made on the bed, her buttocks clenched and he grew excited watching them. His penis grew hard inside his white cotton underwear and began straining to be released from its confinements. He suddenly realized we were discussing what tricks we might play on him. Unfortunately for him, he couldn't quite make out what we were whispering. As he watched, he shifted his weight from one foot to the other and the floor creaked.
We both looked toward the door when we heard the noise and Terry backed out as quietly as possible and ran into the front room and lay down on the couch and pretended to be fast asleep.
He felt our presence near the couch long before he risked peeking through one eye. Carla was off to the left of him and I was fast approaching on the right. Terry was laying on his back and his erection was still causing a tent in his underwear.
I saw he was peeking, but kept it to myself. I knew he heard me whisper to Carla, “See, I told you. When boys sleep they automatically get a hard-on.” Little did Carla realize Terry was quite awake and alert.
Carla reached his side first. She asked me, “Are you sure that he won't wake up?” I responded by reaching over and stroking Terry's penis. Carla watched her doing this and small trimmers of excitement coursed through my body. She whispered to me, “Hey that is your brother you know…”
I said, “I don't care, I'm not going to have intercourse with him,
I'm just using him to explore the male physical.”
Besides, he knows better than to say anything, even if he were awake.
I'd tell every girl in school that he has some strange disease and they run from the sight of him.
Carla said, “Watch this then.” She put her hand inside her panties and plunging her fingers inside her quivering mound.
Drawing her now soaked fingers she put them next to Terry's face.
I knew he had to smell her love scent. I looked down and saw his cock pulse in anticipation. His penis grew more erect and his shorts strained to hold his penis inside its prison.
“Gosh, this boy can sleep through anything,” whispered Carla.
She grabbed the elastic on his underwear and yanked them down, letting his penis jump up to stand at attention.
Making sure that his eyes were still closed, she thought he must still be asleep, so she tugged them down past his ankles and off, to toss them onto the floor.
His cock was throbbing and standing straight up in the air. I wished he wasn't my brother. That I could jump on top of him and thrust that rigged piece of meat deep inside me, but knew that would be crossing the line extremely too much.
Besides, this was Carla's “toy” to play with.
I settled for watching her lean over and draw his penis between her lips. It almost made me cream my panties right there and then.
I joined Carla at Terry's crotch and sticking out my tongue, began licking the base of the penis that protruded from between his legs.
He had just reached puberty and the fuzz that resemble pubic hair covered his balls. Our tongues found each individual strand and teased him into squirming around as we brought his passion to heights he never knew possible.
Carla took his entire penis deep into her mouth with no trouble. It was almost half as thick as Mikes, and about two inches shorter.
As she swallowed him deep into her warm throat, Terry moved in excitement. His testicles began to boil over and his hips were now thrusting up with pure joy.
As he shot his first load, Carla drew her mouth from his cock and cupped her hand around his penis and began pumping him rapidly. His sperm flew from the tip of his cock, covering both of our faces, dripping over her hand to puddle deep in his crotch.
Dear Diary,
Just a note to let you know that I enjoyed messing with my brother, but his being my relation and the fact that he was just a young boy inexperienced in the fact of life. Not to say someday he might not be good for some girl, but at this time the limited knowledge he had only led to hump and pump sex that did nothing to expand his horizons properly.
