“What? No way. Have you given up guys since you’ve learned to masturbate? Nothing feels better than someone else touching you. Touching yourself doesn’t come close.”
I nodded. I could agree with that.
“Do you, um, you know?” I asked.
“What?”
“You know.”
“No, I don’t know.”
“Um, do it all the way?”
“Sometimes. And sometimes I get close and finish with my hand.”
I didn’t want to ask the next question, so I was glad when he answered it before I had a chance to.
“And no, I don’t swallow it.”
I smiled. “I do. I like the taste.” As soon as I said it, my cheeks felt hot. I couldn’t believe I had just admitted that to my brother.
He looked surprised for a moment, then smiled softly. “I’m sure the guys you’re with like that.”
“And you know something else?” I said.
“What’s that?”
“Sometimes, when I touch myself, I like to taste it.”
“Taste it?”
“You know, on my fingers. So, I guess we aren’t that much different.”
He smiled again. “I guess not.”
“Zack?”
“Yes, Lindsay?”
“I’m sorry I screwed things up between us. I hope you don’t hate me.”
“Lindsay, I don’t hate you. I’m just angry you invaded my privacy like that.”
“Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”
He shook his head. “No. Just stop doing it.”
“Ok.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
“By the way, how are you feeling? You took a nasty fall there.”
“I’m fine. My side hurts a little, and I twisted my ankle. But I think I hurt my pride more than anything.”
He chuckled. “You were a sight, lying there with your pants down and your cunny in plain sight.”
“Please, don’t remind me.”
He pointed to my right ankle and said, “Is this the one you hurt?”
“Yeah.”
He slid his hand under the heel and lifted my foot, then softly caressed my ankle.
“Does it still hurt?”
“A little, but that feels nice.”
Encouraged, he continued to gently massage my foot. As he touched me, his hand moved over an ever- widening area, until he was up on my calf. My pussy began to warm up again.
Suddenly, an inspired idea came to me.
“Zack?”
“Yes?” He was looking down at where his hand was caressing my leg.
'I just thought of something.'
'What's that?'
I kinda do the same thing you do.'
'What do you mean?'
'I'll show you.' I sat up and pulled my T-shirt over my head, revealing my white, lace-trimmed bra.
“What are you doing?” he said, staring at me with wide eyes.
'Showing you. I watched you, now it's only fair that you watch me.'
I reached behind me and undid the clasp of my bra. It loosened, and I pulled it off, revealing my large, rounded breasts to my brother’s gaze. He stared at them in stunned amazement.
“Lindsay, I don’t think…”
'Just watch,' I whispered, and held one of my breasts in my hands, and pulled it up as I leaned my head down. Aligning the nipple between my lips, I sucked gently at it, watching my brother’s eyes the entire time.
His mouth dropped open in shock, and I almost giggled from his expression.
I repeated the actions with my other breast, then lifted my head. 'See, we're not that different.'
'That was so sexy.'
I glanced down and saw that a huge lump had grown at the front of his shorts. “I want to see you,' I whispered. 'Take your shorts off.”
The indecisiveness in his eyes only lasted a second, and then he stood and pushed down his shorts. As he stepped out of them, I watched that beautiful cock spring free.
He moved up onto the bed, and sat back on his haunches. We stared at each other for a long moment.
I broke the silence. “Zack?”
“Yes?” His voice was breathy.
“Would you do that for me?”
“Do what?”
“What you started to do earlier. With your mouth. I want to see it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Very.”
“I have to sit against the headboard.”
I moved out of the way, and my brother moved into position. He scooted backwards, so his back pressed against the headboard. I sat directly in front of him on my knees and bum, watching in anticipation.
His cock stood straight up, with a small line of pre-cum running from the slit in the large, swollen head. He gripped his thighs again and leaned over, lowering his head.
I watched raptly as his mouth approached his cock. Despite his size, he still had to stretch to reach it. My pussy twisted and clenched in pleasure as his lips closed around the very tip of his dick.
Pulling his hands tighter, his cock began to slide deeper, until the thick ridge popped past his tight lips.
I groaned softly, not believing the sight in front of my eyes.
He allowed himself a moment to become accustomed to this position, then pressed his head down harder. One inch of shaft, then another, slid into his mouth. He held again.
“That’s so fucking hot,” I whispered. I leaned forward, bringing my face less than a foot from his dick, getting a close-up view of my brother blowing himself.
His head rose, and his lips slid back to the tip. The part of his cock that had been in his mouth now gleamed with his saliva, and the head seemed like it had swollen even larger.
I moaned again when I saw his tongue flick out at the slitted hole, licking away a drop of fluid that had gathered there. Then his lips were sliding back down, gripping tightly around his shaft, taking his dick even deeper. He began to rock slowly, and his cock slid in and out of his mouth.
I had no intention of joining in, but my hand had a mind of its own, and reached out and slid under his balls, cupping them gently. He groaned from the sensation, and I began to massage them slowly.
He continued to suck himself, occasionally stopping the up and down motion to lick at the head. His lips reached a little lower on each down stroke, but he finally reached the limit about halfway down the shaft, unable to reach any further. I stared at that neglected half of his cock, wondering if I had the courage to do what I was thinking of.
I leaned in closer and kissed him, right at the base of his shaft, just where the skin began to loosen and become his ball sack. My tongue flicked out and I tasted his skin, reveling in the musky maleness of it.
Lifting his balls, I sucked at each one in turn, gently drawing it into the warmth of my mouth. Turning them back over to my hand, I kissed and licked slowly up his shaft.
He pressed deep and held there, and my lips found his, kissing him and darting my tongue along where his
