Archive-name: Family/toms1st.txt Archive-author: Archive-title: Tommy's First Time (and Mine) There wasn't anything different about this particular night. I was babysitting my kid brother, Tommy, again. He was ten, I'd just turned fourteen, and ever since mom and dad split up it seemed like I'd spent more time with him than I did with my friends. It was a school night and at nine o'clock I turned off the tv and told Tommy it was time for bed. He was a good kid, he hardly ever gave me any lip or made me yell at him, but this night he balked. "I'm not sleepy," he said. I argued with him, half-heartedly (mom wasn't due back until midnight), but there really wasn't any reason to fight about it. I told him he had to come up at 9:30 and retreated to my room, to study. I heard the tv go back on as I closed my door. I changed from jeans and t-shirt into a flan- nel nightgown. The books were piled high on my desk, but I wasn't really interested in them. In fact, all I could think of lately was the vibrator I'd found in my mom's room a few weeks before. I was awakening, sexually, and this toy was absolutely the greatest. I worried that thinking about sex all the time was going to ruin me, but it felt so good I didn't really care. I lay down on my bed and stared at the ceil- ing. My friend Jeannie had already had sex with a boy. I imagined his fingers as mine slid under the elastic waistband of my panties and explored my pubic hair. As I stroked myself I grew warm, my legs and shoulders relaxed and my eyelids grew heavy. I rubbed my nipples with one hand and pressed my button with the other. It felt glorious. But lying there, rocking my hips up and down, trying to imagine an unseen boy in the Poconos sliding his penis inside me, I kept thinking of the vibrator. Finally, I sat up and sighed. "This is going to wreck me," I thought, slid off the bed and bounded out of my room. The tv was still going downstairs as I crept into my mother's dark room. I was getting good at this, I thought, as I slid open her bottom drawer. Beneath some sweaters it lay, a square white plastic handle with a dull red ball on the end of a metal rod. The cord was coiled carelessly and I noted its position and attitude as I lifted the joygiving device from it's resting place. I scurried back to my room and shivered. I couldn't wait. It was a hot day. The sun beat down hard, the heat was enveloping, oppressive. A bead of sweat trickled down my neck as I climbed onto White Rock. I cherished the sun's power, felt it surge through me, felt as if I could never escape it, then dove toward it, into the air, attacked the heat, challenged it head on before slicing into the clear fresh water. My body tingled, the chill snapped my pores shut. The ripples massaged my shoulders, brushed lightly my breasts and belly before kissing my inner thighs goodbye. I climbed up onto the raft. The ashen wood was sharp with heat. I stepped gingerly, then plopped down in the puddle I'd made. Already the wet was evaporating from my skin, the sun once again taking hold. The lake was nearly deserted, except for the distant drone of a power boat. I un- fastened the back clasp of my bikini top and let the sides fall to the wood. Small white patches of my breasts peeked from beneath my armpits. I rested my head on my folded arms and closed my eyes. The puls- ing heat and faraway drone filled my thoughts with glorious nothingness. I heard him before I saw him. The raft rocked and a sluice of water fell beside me. He was older, maybe 16, and taut and dark. His body shimmered as he pulled himself up and rolled onto the raft. His soft smile reassured me. I reached back, to refasten my top, but he took the string from my hand and I demurred. Wordlessly he climbed astride my back, his cool skin covering mine, and licked along my spine. I shivered and buried my face deep into my arms. His fingers landed behind my ears and pushed forward, brushing my ear, slipping across my cheeks. I took his index finger in my mouth and sucked. His tongue was an ice cube on my scalded skin. Next his tongue traced the curve of my armpit, flicking wildly into soft down there. Amazingly I wasn't tickled, I was charged fully, aglow and alive. I licked between his fingers and pressed my bottom up, into his groin. His tongue rolled along the side of my breast... It's incredible, I thought and turned toward him. My hard nipple plunged into his mouth. I raked my nails across his back and ground my groin into his hip. I was on fire. Could this really be it? Then he kissed my lips. His soft caress, his firm warm lips, his tongue flicking deftly against mine. I wanted to swallow his tongue, wanted to feel everything inside me, but he held back, made me wait, then engulfed my tongue as his strong hands slid in- side my bathing suit and cupped my bottom. I was shaking, now, uncontrollable. I felt his penis, rock hard, straining against his suit. My hand, in- experienced and awkward, felt its length, felt its power. It twitched gamely, and I rubbed... "Heather!" It was my mom! Twenty yards away, on shore, watching me be ravished by .....? I tensed, for a second, then his mouth took my other breast and I surrendered. His finger slid along the lips of my vagina. I was soaking down there, I pushed toward him and his finger slipped in. "Heather! What are you doing?!" "Go away, mother," I wanted to shout but in- stead I sucked his ear lobe and cherished the feeling as he pulled my bikini bottom down past my knees. Now the hot air was cooling, as it wafted in my deepest recesses. His hand pressed my clitoris and I pressed back, pushing that hard small point down into my cen- ter, forcing out the pleasure I'd never before... "Heather? What are you doing?" It was Tommy. I opened my eyes and flipped the vibrator off. He was staring, amazed. I pulled my nightgown down. "Get out of here!" I yelled at him, but he didn't move. "What is that thing?" "Tommy! Get our of here!" I yelled and turned away, but he stepped up to the side of the bed and sat down. "That feels good, doesn't it?" he asked and took it from my hand. The machine flicked on and I felt Tommy's hand on my thigh. He started to raise my nightgown but I rolled off the bed and glared at him. He looked hurt. "Do it yourself," I said, angrily, and walked out into the hall. I was embarrassed, sure, humiliated. And confused. In my room was my little brother, jerking off with a vibrator, on my bed. I paced up the hall, not sure what to do... Then I walked back into my room. His penis was tiny but hard. He gently rubbed the vibrating red ball over the tip and I saw his thighs tense with pleasure. His eyes were shut and his other hand held the base of his penis tightly, lifting it toward the mean machine. I had to smile. It seemed like there was something good going on here. I'd felt ashamed and embarrassed, but now I felt closer to Tommy than I ever had before. He knew my darkest secret and he didn't make fun of me. He didn't hurt me, he made me feel better for his know- ing. I sat down on the bed. He looked at me and smiled excitedly. "This is great," he whispered. I shook as I reached out to him. I hesitated, but then I took the vibrator from him and turned it off and I felt stronger. I took his penis in my hand and pulled on it awkwardly. I suppose I wasn't at all sure, really, what to do. "Oh, Heather," Tommy moaned, and I knew I was doing the right thing. The bone in his penis felt funny, odd, but the skin was tight and as the blood coursed through I felt a fa- miliar twitch between my legs. I rolled toward him, swinging my legs up towards his head. My nightgown rode up above my knees. I gripped his tiny penis in my right hand, then slid my lips over the top. It was salty, but not bad tasting, and now it jerked and quivered in my mouth. I heard Tommy moan and he grabbed my leg and pulled it close to him. Running my tongue the length of his shaft, rubbing the firm white cheeks of his buttocks, I felt him push toward me. He wanted me. I felt him lift the hem of my nightgown over my waist. I felt his fingers brush along my thighs, tentative- ly, then press forward into my light blonde bush. I felt my breathing quicken and as he slid two fingers inside me I lifted my leg and straddled his head. I worked his penis between my lips, rolling one way and then the other, wrapping it in my tongue and then sliding it in and out. He lifted his face to my vagina and licked and I started to come. I pushed my knees back and felt my lips open and swallow his tongue. He flicked it in and out of me surely. My breathing was heavy. I grinded my button on his chin. My entire body felt like a race about to be run, the pleasure sprinting from muscle to muscle. My nipples were like steel and rolled across Tommy's belly as if they could leave marks. I bobbed my head, faster and faster, slurping up the saliva with which I coated his cock. In and out, in and out, tighter and tighter I squeezed my lips. More friction, in and out, more wet softness surrounding his tiny penis, which I loved almost as much as I loved him, and then it happened. He screamed, a shout I felt move up me from the inside out, and then he started to quake. A thin cream landed on my tongue but I kept on licking and suck- ing. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" he shouted, in time to my rhythm. In and out, gliding over my soft lips, in and out. I lifted my pussy from his face, but he clung to my thigh, tightly. Again he erupted, a second serving of that salty cream. I wanted to continue, I never wanted to stop, but I heard him crying. I swallowed his come, licked his penis clean, then ran my tongue over the inside of this thigh. He clutched my leg, lifted his face again to my vagina, but now the vi- brations came from his sobbing. I disentangled myself from his arms, turned around and hugged him. His tears rained down on my neck, his right hand cupped my breast. "What's the matter," I asked. He never did tell me. Later, he got hard again and we fucked for real. It was hard to send him off to his own bed that night, but we both knew we'd have other chances. Tommy's been the best lover I've ever had, but then, of course, he's my brother. -- s