When the spurts and surges inside me subsided I was wet with perspiration and the sheen of moisture on my brother’s body from his exertion made him look sexier than before. It took a while to control my breathing, not made any easier by David’s body still on top of me as he also tried to regain control of his normal breathing. My thighs were so drenched with my juice mixed with my brother’s sperm I thought I was stuck to the bed. His dick was stuck to my pubic hair, but I didn’t care, I loved it.
When he could breathe normally, he asked me, “Well Sis, did you enjoy that?” David was the master of rhetorical questions and I loved that about him too, but I answered him.
“How could anyone not have liked that, you fool?” He laughed and said,
“I have been planning that since you said you wanted to stay this weekend, I wanted your first real fuck with me to be the best you have ever had. Had did I go?” he asked me.
“Brotherly fucks are the best,” was all I could say.
I sat up on the bed then walked to the bathroom to wash myself after the drenching of cum and girly juice, as well as needing to pee after all that activity, while David just lay flat on his back with his cock resting against his left thigh. As I returned to this scene I recalled it wasn’t often that I saw my brother’s cock in a limp state, but I can see why his girlfriend, Jeanette, wanted to photograph his flaccid organ when they were supposedly doing a school project on life photography. Jenette’s project had nothing to do with an elective subject assignment, Jeanette wanted a portfolio of glamour shots like she saw in women’s magazines and she asked David if he would do them for her. He was renowned as a good photographer with a keen eye for detail by his teacher and classmates, but I think the real reason for a photo of his flaccid dick was that she wanted him to notice her and become ‘an item’, but David had too many girls wanting his attention, so he declared he had no girlfriends, but Jeanette had a close-up photo of his big, limp dick as a consolation prize on her computer.
This was a concern for our mother who thought that a lad as good-looking as David, who was so outgoing would certainly have a girlfriend by his side. Whenever mum asked him about having a special girl he always said there was none. The truth is that he was having too much fun with lots of girls and he liked it that way. That seemed to concern our mother, whom I thought felt that David’s affections were leaning towards boys. She was always asking him about girls, when finally she came up with a not so subtle way of trying to help him with what she saw was his problem. That is where this second fantasy story starts, as I record David’s telling about him fucking our mother.
“David, how and when did this fantasy of yours become real?” I asked in true journalist style.
“It was just a few weeks after my eighteenth birthday. It was a Sunday morning and I had slept in. When I woke up the house was uncharacteristically quiet. No voices in the kitchen, the TV wasn’t on and your voice wasn’t chattering to mum in the kitchen. What really worried me was that there were no sounds at all in the kitchen. Generally, by that time mum would have been pottering around and the sounds of dishes and cutlery would have been audible. So I got out of bed to find out what was wrong. I didn’t dress; I was still wearing my boxer shorts.”
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