1. First Time


    Date: 8/23/2015, Categories: Diary, Author: DianneDoggie, Rating: 50, Source: sexstories.com

    My brother and I are only 18 months apart. We lived with our dad in a small house in the Midwest. We commuted together to community college after high school. We have always been close siblings, but we got a lot closer during those commutes. Tommy had a few girlfriends and I had the occasional boyfriend. We shared a lot of details driving back and forth to college. We were amazingly open with each other and frankly I found it titillating to hear about his conquests. I have never told anyone our true story. Tommy and I had our own separate bedrooms, but we shared a wall. It was paper thin and we could hear everything unless the music was turned up. Late at night, I could hear Tommy masturbating. Sometimes in the morning as well. On occasion, he would forget what he was doing and his headboard would tap against our shared wall. One day at breakfast after Dad left for work, I mentioned the bed knocking the wall and maybe he should move it a few inches away. Tommy was clearly embarrassed and truth is I enjoyed his embarrassment, if only a little. His headboard never banged the wall again, but I could still hear him pleasuring himself most nights and now almost every morning. It’s hard to describe how I felt about Tommy. He was my brother and we grew up together and did all the typical sib stuff. Now I felt sorry for him. His little head was in the driver’s seat. He clearly had raging hormones and truth be told, when I heard him going at it, I listened intently. I admit it. It ...
    was hot. I could hear him and I couldn’t help myself. I slept naked, so I spread my legs, put the soles of my feet together and rubbed circles with my middle finger on my clit. I like direct stimulation and I can quickly orgasm that way. It was hot thinking about the hard dick just on the other side of the wall. Sometimes I would insert my hairbrush handle with my left hand while circling my clit with my right. I would push it in and out, timing it with the sounds just on the other side of the wall. I would imagine it was that rock hard dick that wanted so badly to explode in me. It went in and out of my pussy, or so I imagined. At first I only masturbated thinking about a generic dick. It wasn’t Tommy’s dick. That would be gross. My own brother? But eventually his image started involuntarily entering into my fantasy sex. It started slowly, but in time he was there every time. It wasn’t a hairbrush and it wasn’t just any dick. It was Tommy’s dick and it was extra exciting. One evening Dad was out with his motorcycle buddies and Tommy and I were alone. He sat next to me on the old coach in the basement to watch TV and said, nonchalantly, “You know I can hear you too.” I was startled and speechless. I looked at him and he was clearly enjoying my embarrassment, just as I had enjoyed his when mentioning the bed tapping noises. Then he really threw me, “I think about you when I do it. I hope you are not mad at me and I’ll never mention it again if you don’t want me to. I just feel ...
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