1. Stacy's Story


    Date: 6/25/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Erotica, First Time, Incest, Masturbation, Virginity, Written by women, Author: Paige Turner, Rating: 93.1, Source: sexstories.com

    my bed, then prop myself up with pillows so my back isn't always strained, I have a small bedroom so I need to get creative. It only contains my single bed, computer, single wardrobe and TV. When I push the computer table back it makes my room look a bit bigger and enables me to lie back on my bed and see the TV. Tonight though the TV was off, I sat at the head of my bed with my head back on the pillow. I was deep in thought when a knock at my door startled me. I must've jumped a mile! "Come in", I said, trying to sound less upset than I felt, although my voice cracked and betrayed me. My brother walked into the room and looked towards the computer, evidently expecting me to be using it. "Hey Stace, I wondered if I could..." his voice trailed off as he looked at me. ”Are you ok?" his voice was softer now. "Yea, fine, what were you after?" "You sure?" "Yes I'm ok I'm just...." My lip quivered slightly and my eyes dampened. "I'm..." my voice cracked again. "Oh come here", he said, despite the invitation he came to me and hugged me tight, I brought my head up straight so my knees were close to my chest, his arms wrapping around the tops of my knees around to my back, I suddenly felt tiny. "What's wrong?" he asked, still holding me and stroking my hair. "I....I don't know", I lied, "Just feel a bit down tonight". He was still hugging me and I was enjoying the closeness. We haven't always been so close, but as we grew older we became more aware of each other's feelings, of course ...
    there was the normal sibling arguments and name calling, some very nasty arguments, but as we aged, I don't know...things just got nicer. He's two years younger than me although he's a bit taller. He has thicker skin than me, to be honest it looks like, out of the two of us, that he's a few years my senior. As he grew past me he started becoming more protective and I started feeling more and more secure when we were together. Safe. That's it. It felt safe. Despite the way I was feeling that night the 'safeness' gradually broke down my barriers and I felt like I could be honest, just so long as he held me. "Well...I guess I do know, it's silly really, I'm just feeling a bit.....well a bit lonely, not like I'm alone obviously, I know you and them..." (Parents) "Are here but I mean like the kind of alone where....like...." "You want a boyfriend?" He summed up what I'd been trying to blurt out with ease. "Yea, I guess, it’s been a long time and I miss..." His grip had loosened around me so I tugged at his arm, I needed the safety. "I miss, the closeness", I continued, "You know what I mean?" He held me close again to my relief. "Yea I know what you mean; I haven't had a girlfriend in like two years!" He was trying to make me feel better, I could tell. "I miss the closeness as well, is there nobody you're interested in?" "No-one I like, usually they want to see me naked and that's it". I felt him shift his position. "Makes me feel like they're only after one thing". "Do you want ...