Playing With My Little Brother
by Ashley
Copyright© 2026 by Ashley
Erotica Sex Story: Melissa and Anthea had been best friends for ages, and, as so many have done before them, they tried practicing kissing together. Then Anthea had a better idea: why didn't they get Melissa's little brother, Ryan, to help?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft ft/ft Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Incest Brother Sister First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting .
Often on Friday nights, my parents would have dinner parties. My little brother, Ryan, and I would be given our supper early and would be more or less banished to our rooms for the night. On the odd occasion that I’d ventured downstairs, it quickly became apparent that by ‘dinner parties’ they meant drinking until they got very silly and loud, often until the early hours of the next morning.
I didn’t mind too much, because, as often as I could, I had a sleepover with my BFF, Anthea, on those nights, either at hers or mine. In some ways, it was best at my house, because it’s sort of split into two wings. That makes it sound grander than it was, but mine and Ryan’s rooms were on one wing, and my parents and the spare room were on the other. The lounge and dining room were on their side, which was cool because it meant that we could play our music pretty much as loud as we liked.
As Anthea and I got older - I was fifteen, and she was a year older - our chats tended to end up being about boys at school that we had crushes on, and how they made us feel. I still remember the thrill and the sense of relief when Anthea first admitted to me that she sometimes touched herself while thinking about boys. Knowing that she was doing it as well was like a huge weight being lifted from my shoulders, and I immediately confessed about my own nocturnal experimentations.
Our shared, innocent, and yet exciting dreams of being with a boy were somewhat tempered by the prospect of actually kissing one for the first time; I’m sure that we weren’t the first girlfriends to come up with the idea of practising together.
I couldn’t believe how much I loved it! Her lovely, warm body pressed against me, and the feeling of her soft lips on mine was just amazing. The tingles that I got in my clit from just a short kiss were intense. “What did you think?” I asked breathlessly afterwards.
“It was nice, but a little weird,” she answered with an embarrassed smile.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought as well,” I lied, more than a little heartbroken.
She went off for a pee at that point, and I sat there, sad that she hadn’t enjoyed us kissing as much as I had.
When she came back, she stuck just her head through the door, looking very pleased with herself. “Look who I found on my way back from the bathroom,” she said excitedly, opening the door fully and pushing my little brother Ryan through ahead of her. He was dressed in his PJs and looked just as confused as I felt.
Closing the door behind her, she led him to the center of the room and then stood facing him. “Would it be OK if I kissed you, Ryan?” she asked.
He looked puzzled for just a moment and then grinned. “Sure,” he agreed, happily.
She cupped his smiling face with her hands and then tilted her head and kissed him. I was shocked at first to see Andrea with her tongue in my little brother’s mouth, but I was still turned on from kissing her myself, and I have to admit that I found it hot as hell.
After they’d been kissing for quite a while, Andrea pulled away. She looked red in the face and was quite breathless.
She moved behind him and pushed him toward me. “Now kiss Melissa, Ryan,” she told him, grinning at me over his shoulder.
I’d never really thought about him in that way, but faced with the prospect of kissing him, I looked at him properly. I had to admit that he was actually quite cute, in a slightly nerdy way, and the idea of kissing him was, well ... not horrible.
I didn’t think that she’d talked to him about it all beforehand, because he looked genuinely surprised, but he simply said, “OK,” and let himself be pushed forward until we were face to face. Then he leaned in slightly and pecked me on the lips.
“No, properly,” Anthea insisted, pushing our heads gently together. We kissed again, this time smooching each other’s lips a little, which was ... quite nice actually, if maybe not quite as nice as kissing Anthea. “C’mon, I want to see tongues,” she said impatiently, putting a hand on our backs and pushing us even closer. Ryan’s tongue came out and licked my lips, which was lovely, and I opened mine to allow it in. He tasted only of toothpaste, and it was really, really nice.
Ryan was getting into it, putting his arms around me and stroking my back, and I did the same to him. It was making me feel all trembly and a bit wobbly, and there was also a familiar tingling in my pussy. “That’s better,” she said happily, and just watched us as we rotated our heads around, trying to sort out our noses, while our tongues explored each other’s mouths. “OK, that’s enough,” she declared after ... I wasn’t really sure how long - I’d kinda lost track of time.
“Thank you, Ryan. You can go now,” she said fondly to him and eased him toward the door with a hand on his bottom.
When the door was shut behind him, we looked at each other and did that silent scream thing, shaking our fists in front of our faces, both vibrating with excitement.
“You are sooo bad, Anthea Johnson,” I told her sternly, and then couldn’t keep a straight face and we came together in a big hug.
“I know,” she admitted. “But it was so cool, wasn’t it? Who would have thought your little brother would be such a good kisser? And did you feel his dick pressing against you?”
I had felt something, but I’d sort of been pretending to myself that it must have been something else. As soon as she said that, though, I knew that she was right: Ryan’s dick had been pressing against my pussy!
“A dick!” she squealed joyfully. “A real, hard dick!”
“But it was my little brother’s dick,” I protested, even though my clit didn’t seem to care in the least. “And he’s only fourteen!”
“I know. But it felt soooo good!”
I couldn’t deny it, but I couldn’t say it either, and we spent the rest of the night giggling over what who wanted to do what to who, and didn’t even try to get to sleep until quite late.
I’d gotten so turned on by what we’d done and our naughty talk that I really wanted to touch myself, but I didn’t dare with Anthea right next to me. Then I felt the bed shaking, just a little, but the rhythm was regular and unmistakable - she was jilling herself!
I was so excited I could scarcely breathe, and I just lay there listening to her soft panting breaths getting gradually faster and faster.
“Anthea,” I said softly, “are you playing with yourself?”
She turned over to face me and giggled very cutely, “I couldn’t help it. I got so horny.”
“Me too,” I confessed, and then, before my courage deserted me, I turned the light back on and slid up the bed to lean against the pillows. I peeled my nightie off over my head and then pushed the covers down so that Anthea could see me all naked. I was literally trembling with excitement as I began to stroke my pussy lips.
“Melissa,” Anthea gasped, staring wide-eyed between my legs. “You are so naughty! And your pussy is so cute!”
I could tell from the movements of the covers that she was still jilling under there, and for what seemed like an age, she just watched me like a hawk. I adored having her eyes on me, and slipped a finger inside myself while I traced tiny circles around my clit with my thumb. Then she seemed to reach some kind of decision, stripping off and then adopting the same position as me.
My pussy clenched down hard on my finger as soon as I saw her naked body. Her boobs were beautiful, a little bigger than mine, high and perfect, with the tiniest, dark brown nipples. And her pussy was simply lovely, small inner lips peeking out of her slit, all pink and shiny with her excitement, and with just a small triangle of light fur above.
A quick peek confirmed that she was just as fascinated by what I was doing to my pussy as I was by her, and I spread my legs even wider, so that she could see better. When she did the same, and I could clearly see her wet finger sliding in and out of her vagina, it was too much, and my hips lurched over and over as I had the most intense, toe-curling, shuddering orgasm of my young life. I’d had my eyes shut as I came, and when I opened them, Anthea was still staring between my legs, frigging herself, but she seemed to be struggling to reach her climax.
I was suddenly overcome with affection and love for her, and before I knew what I was doing, I leaned over and took one of her darling little nipples into my mouth while I stroked her inner thigh.
“Melissa!” she cried out, but I felt her body stiffen as she thrust her chest out, pushing her boob into my mouth. “Oh, fuck, yes! ... don’t stop ... please ... don’t ... stop...” Her other hand reached out, clawing at thin air, and I took it in my other hand. She gripped it hard as her whole body tensed. “I’m gonna cum,” she hissed, her fingers a blur as she frigged her pussy. I nibbled gently on her nipple, and her back arched upwards, her thighs clamping around her hand. “Yes! Yes! Oh, Yes! Fuck, yes!” she cried softly, almost crushing my hand as her face screwed up and she flinched as each wave of her climax wracked her body.
When she came down, I put my arms around her, and she kissed me passionately. “Thank you,” she whispered into my ear.
I giggled, “What happened to kissing me being weird?” I asked softly.
“I lied,” she admitted, “I wasn’t sure if you liked it, and I--” She stopped then because I was kissing her again.
The following Thursday, I got a text from her during my first class: ‘sleepover at yours tomorrow night?’ It was her turn, really, but after the last time, I just texted back: ‘yeah!!!’
I escorted her up to my room as soon as she arrived. “No snacks?” she asked halfway up the stairs. Normally, we’d get some chips and drinks from the kitchen, but in my excitement, I’d forgotten.
“I’ll get some. You carry on,” I told her.
When I came back up with some bottles of soda and bags of snacks, she was waiting in my doorway, looking very excited.
“What’s up?” I asked, trying to peer around her.
She moved to the side and ushered me in, and there was my brother lying in my bed with the covers up under his chin. “Surprise!” she said excitedly.
“Why is Ryan in my bed?” I asked, staring at him.
“Because he’s got no clothes on,” she explained.
Oh, right, I thought. “Wait! What?!”
“He’s shy and doesn’t want us to see him,” she elaborated.
Oh, OK, I thought again. “Wait! What?!”
“But he doesn’t mind us touching him.” Ryan grinned and nodded, and I turned to face Anthea.
“You mean...?” And she grinned and nodded too, before gesturing toward the bed. I looked back at Ryan and noticed for the first time the lump in the bedclothes. I began to tremble with excitement as I contemplated slipping my hand under the covers and touching my very first ever penis. A hard penis! My brother’s hard penis!
“Go on, touch him,” Anthea urged.
“I can’t. He’s my little brother,” I said, a little uncertainly because I really wanted to.
“I’m not telling you to marry him, or have sex with him,” she argued. “But you do want to, don’t you?” I nodded, I did. “And you want her to, don’t you?” asked Ryan. He nodded too, and grinned like a lunatic. She was right. Of course, she was right.
I knelt beside the bed and raised my hand. “Are you really sure that this is OK?” I asked him softly.
“Hey. I’ve got two pretty girls who want to play with me. Why should I mind?” he replied, seemingly untroubled.
I held my breath as I slid my hand under the quilt. It touched his thigh first, but even then, my first real touch of someone else’s bare skin felt astonishingly warm and soft and silky. My hand was shaking as my fingers traced a path slowly upwards. My index finger brushed against something, and as my fingertips explored it, Ryan giggled.
“Sorry,” I said to him.
“No, no,” he replied, grinning. “It feels really nice.”
Oh God, I’m playing with his scrotum, I realised! The little tight sack felt hairless and amazingly smooth, and I could feel his balls moving around inside it. As I caressed it, my fingers touched something hard and velvety. I could barely breathe: it was his penis, and it was very erect! It felt incredible: so warm and silky and ... a bit weird: it was hard, but the soft skin was kind of loose. My fingers naturally wrapped around it and moved up and down, and I could see that Ryan was almost panting as he watched the movement of the covers like a hawk. I realised that I was breathing heavily as well, and my pussy was tingling like crazy.
My hand slid a little higher, and my fingers brushed over a ridge of even warmer skin. He groaned, and I stopped. “Is this OK?”
He made a sort of strangled noise and then cleared his throat. “It’s ... awesome,” he croaked. “Please don’t stop.”
I carried on, and my palm caressed the tight, silky skin of the lovely, almost mushroom-shaped tip, and the whole thing bobbed and twitched in my hand while he made cute little whimpering noises. I absolutely loved it.
“My turn!” Anthea announced, suddenly appearing at my shoulder.
I really didn’t want to stop, but I reluctantly withdrew my hand and moved away, and then watched excitedly as Anthea groped my little brother under the covers. He looked up at me, and the look of gratitude on his face made me incredibly fond, and I couldn’t resist bending over and giving him a little kiss. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the bedclothes bobbing up and down as Anthea played with his dick, and then he groaned into my mouth, and Anthea gave a little cry of delight.
“He came all over my hand,” she squealed, obviously thrilled. “Ryan, I’m going to have to pull the covers back to clean you up. Is that OK?”
He managed to look both very happy and quite unsure at the same time. “Promise you won’t laugh,” he said nervously.
“Why would we-- Never mind, I promise,” she said, her hand already holding the corner of the quilt.
“Me too,” I said, desperate to see it. Anthea pulled back the covers, and we both gasped softly as we saw his penis for the first time.
It was so, so cute, not as hard as it had been when I was stroking it, and covered with white stuff, but I thought that it looked lovely. Grabbing a box of tissues from the bedside table, I knelt down next to Anthea.
He was clearly still waiting for us to laugh. “Honestly, it’s lovely, Ryan,” I assured him, gently wiping up the pool of cum from his belly button.
I watched as Anthea dipped her finger into his jizz and looked at her fingertip closely for several seconds. Then she frankly blew my mind as she popped it into her mouth.
“Ew, Anthea!” I screeched, horrified.
“What? Cynthia Watkins gives BJs all the time, and she says she loves the taste.”
“But she’s a s--,” I’d begun to say, slut, and then stopped myself: I hated it when girls who liked sex got called sluts, but guys were called studs or players or whatever. “Never mind,” I said. “So, what’s it like?”
She thought about it for a few seconds. “OK,” she ventured, licking her lips. “Thick tasting ... and a bit salty.” She scooped up some more and licked it off her finger. “It’s ... nice,” she concluded. “You try it.”
“No way. It’s my little brother’s cum!”
“I dare you, Melissa. I double dare you!”
Oh, God. I couldn’t turn down a double dare. I could see from the expression on her face that she was sure that I was going to chicken out, and that annoyed me. Just to make a point, I leaned down and licked it straight from his belly.
She was right - it didn’t have a strong taste really, much as she’d described, with maybe a hint of sweetness as well. “You’re right, it’s not too bad, is it?” I said, grinning proudly at her obvious disappointment.
Ryan was gawping at us like we were both mad, but he still looked very, very happy, and kept giggling as we finished cleaning him up with the tissues.
“You’d better go back to your room now, Ryan,” Anthea said, although the way that she was looking at his cock, which was starting to get hard again, made me think she didn’t really want him to go. As he got up, she took him by the shoulders and gave him a big kiss. “Thank you, Ryan, you’re a little sweetheart,” she said fondly.
I took him in my arms too, and I shivered as I felt his now quite firm penis pressing against my throbbing pussy. “Yes, thank you,” I said after giving him my own lingering kiss.
He picked up his clothes and headed toward the door, his darling little penis bobbing along ahead of him.
“That was so hot,” I said with feeling. “Wasn’t it cute!”
“I know,” she replied. “I just wanted to kiss it ... and lick it--”
“And suck it!”
We were both grinning like maniacs, and I couldn’t help myself, I pulled her into a big hug and kissed her. Still not entirely sure, I resisted the urge to open my mouth and was thrilled when she did. Our tongues writhed together hungrily, and I took a chance and put my hand on her gorgeous, firm butt, pulling her hard against me.
She did the same to me, and we kissed and groped each other frantically while the feeling of her soft mound grinding on mine made me more and more horny.
When she broke for air, gasping for breath, we looked at each other, both I think shocked by the passion of what we’d just done. “I need to cum,” I confessed.
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