My brother, Jimmy, and I were very close, growing up. We had to be. We only had each other. Daddy was an abusive alcoholic and mother was the timid titmouse, suffering with the battered wife syndrome. We had an older brother, but he died at seven when Daddy knocked him down as Johnnie tried to defend mother from one of Daddy's drunken batterings. Johnnie hit his head on the corner of the table when he fell. I was three, Jimmy was five, and we watched, terrified, from the doorway to the next room. Lucky for us, Daddy stormed out to roam the streets after Johnnie fell. The incident was recorded as an accident, so Daddy got off scott free. None of us ever forgave him for either, Johnnie's death or for getting off free.

For that and for other reasons, Jimmy and I were very close and supportive of one another. Daddy still got drunk, every Friday through Sunday, and he continued to beat up on mother, but he left us kids alone. We just retreated upstairs to Jimmy's room behind a locked door and shook with fear until daddy either passed out or left the house.

One Friday night when Daddy was slapping her around, Mother apparently reached the end of her rope and had enough. Uncharacteristically, she reacted behind her back, picked up an iron skillet from the stove, and whacked Daddy in the head with it. She didn't kill him, but that blow sure addled his brains.

People thought his drinking accounted for the change in him. He never worked again. He just turned into a slobbering simpleton. But Mother and we two kids were forever free of his drunken beatings. This was five years after the death of Johnnie. Daddy died a year later when he drunkenly wandered into the street in front of a city bus.

In the years following Daddy's "beaning," Mother began to slowly come out of her shell. By the time I reached sixteen, she had become much more of a self-confident, take charge person, although she still had a ways to go. Eventually, she also began bringing home men. She told me once, she never wanted to be tied permanently to a man again. She just wanted one around now and then for, "amusement."

Jimmy was only two years older, but I was still his "little sister" and he felt he had to watch out for me. We bathed together from a very tender age and we never really stopped, even as we got into our sub-teen and teen years. Being naked in each other's presence was as natural as being clothed. In the bath, we would wash each other, including genitals with no embarrassment.

Further intimacy seemed as natural as breathing and by the time we became teenagers, we had felt around on each other with more than a little casual interest. When Jimmy's cock began to swell with my touches, he used the knowledge gained from the boys at school to explain to me what was happening.

I asked him one time, "How big will it get?"

"Pretty big."

Well, his teenage cock was not all that small, deflated or erect, especially erect. The sight of his growing cock sent some signals through my teenage body, even if I didn't yet understand them. I also noticed that Jimmy paid quite a bit more eye attention to my pussy now, and that when he did, his cock would get really swelled up. But, other than the casual touching and exploration during baths and just before sleeping, nothing more overtly sexual occurred for a while.

The summer my boobs showed up got real interesting. Early in the spring, Jimmy noticed my chest was beginning to change, in other words, get bigger. He now paid increasingly more attention to my boobs and nipples as well as my pussy and more often than just at bath time. We slept, naked, in the same bed from the time we were out of the cradle. Now, I began to look forward to bedtime, more and more. However, we still maintained a more or less platonic relationship, at least no fucking. However, both of us were thinking more and more in terms of just that--fucking.

That summer, we would lay on our sides on the bed on top of the sheets, and Jimmy would hold me tight as we faced each other as he had always done. But now, he would gently roll me onto my back and slowly run his hands all over my body from head to toe.

He spent an especially long time on my boobs and on my pussy mound. Mother had talked to me about menstruation and Jimmy knew about my first period as I had to wear a sanitary napkin to bed. Neither of us was embarrassed, it was just a normal event in growing up.

Because of our dependency on one another and our general, physical closeness for as long as we could remember, the taboo of incest just didn't register with us as an evil. Intimacy, including the final intimacy of fucking, did not repel or deter us as we came of age. Incest and its meaning just never entered our minds as applicable in our case.

By the time I turned eighteen, I had been playing with Jimmy's cock for a very long time just as he'd been playing with my tits and pussy. But we had never "gone all the way." But the older we became, the more our thoughts and discussions turned in that direction. Neither of us let the urge get out of hand, although Jimmy most likely felt it more than I. That was about to change.

One night, I said to Jimmy as he played with my boobs, "Jimmy, that feels so damned good and my pussy really burns."

"Yeah, Mandy, you're definitely getting horny. And my cock, as you can see, isn't just stirring, it's raging for a something."

"I guess I'm 'raging' too, Jimmy."

It was then that I reached over and stroked Jimmy's cock and balls with an unusual fervor--and purpose. His cock immediately grew even harder and throbbed with new life while he moaned audibly.

"Now who's getting horny, brother?"

"M, e, eee," he croaked out along with another deep moan of pleasure.

"And now, I've finally reached an age where we can finish what we have started so long ago, Jimmy." If I didn't have the urge before, I certainly had it at that moment.

Without further word, I slid down and took his cock in my mouth. "Oh, God!" I managed to groan out around that cock, "I've wanted so long to do this."

Jimmy's pelvis pushed up at the first touch of my mouth and he moaned some more. I used my tongue to play with his cock head, dipping the tip of my tongue in and out of that little eye. Then he really moaned. I continued the foreplay as I licked up and down his shaft, kissing and pecking it part of the time. My other hand was playing with his balls.

"Where'd you learn to do that so well?" Jimmy asked.

"Well, you know, boys aren't the only ones who talk about sex and how it's done. About five years ago, Jolene brought one of her mother's dildos out for the first time at a pajama party we had there. After we all got done giggling and tittering about it, we all practiced sucking and licking it. Some of us even played around with it on our pussies, but we got to giggling and laughing so hard, we had to hide it when Jolene's mother came in to quiet us down."

"Boy, I'd of liked to have watched that, Mandy."

"I just bet you would of. Anyway, after that, we got one out for every pajama party ever since. Jolene somehow managed to get one of her own and bring it along if the pj party wasn't at her house. But this real cock is sooo much better! I have waited a very long time to make proper use of yours, Jimmy."

By this time, his cock was bulging and pulsating something fearful. "Oh, God, Mandy," he said, "I'm going to cum, I'm going to CUM!"

And cum he did, right into my waiting mouth. He shot off four big, long spurts of rope-like cum and several shorter dribbles before he was done. I sucked him dry of any that remained.

"Now I want you to do me. Show me how it's done."

Jimmy got between my legs and lowered his face down to my pussy. At that time, I still had a full bush. Jimmyspread my lips to get his mouth over my slit and unleashed his tongue to lick up and down, sinking his tongue in deeper each time.

I gave a low moan of pleasure that only encouraged him further. When he got to my clit, I bucked in even more pleasure as he chewed and manipulated it with his thumb and finger of one hand. The other hand was working on my boobs. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.

The fire in my pussy was burning brightly by then. Jimmy quickly put one, then two fingers in my love tunnel and rubbed my G-Spot, although I didn't know what that was yet. I thrust my pelvis into his mouth and reached a shuddering orgasm as I squirted cum all over my brother's face.

I was a quivering mess. I finally calmed down and said, "Oh my God, Jimmy, that was fantastic. But I want more, much more. Now I want to fuck your cock! That has to feel even better. Your fingers just took my cherry, but techniclly, I'm still a virgin. I want you to fix that."

Jimmy said, "Ok, I'm game, but let's wait for just a minute. Right now, I want to shower with you and I think you need a shave."

"A shave? I don't have a beard, Jimmy!"

"Yes you do, but it's not on your face, it's between your legs."

"Oooooo!" was all I could say as we proceeded to the bathroom. I didn't know if I should be angry with him or not.

I sat on the edge of the tub and spread my legs. Jimmy lathered me up good with shaving cream and managed to get me good an horny in the process. (as if I wasn't already horny in the first place.) When Jimmy started to apply the safety razor to my pussy mound, I croaked, "You be damned careful with that thing. I don't want my pussy in pieces and I don't want cuts and nicks in it either!"

"I'll be careful, Mandy, real careful."

The shaving went smoothly. But his fingers parting my lips and stretching skin tight to shave the areas had me so horny, I wanted to climb the wall. But I dared not say anything for fear he would hurry to much and cut me. I just prayed I could sit still long enough for him to finish.

When Jimmy did finally finish, his cock was standing straight out again and throbbing with anticipation. My pussy now really needed a different kind of TLC. We both stepped into the tub and turned on the shower. We had our hands all over each other again. My pussy and his cock were aflame with arousal more than ever.

Before we rinsed off for the last time, I had stroked his cock to squirt more spunk all over my belly and pussy while he had fingered me to three more orgasms of my own.

We finally stepped out of the tub and dried each other off, very slowly and sensuously. I grabbed Jimmy's once again rigid cock and pulled him along with me P.D.Q. into the bedroom. I pulled him along hard enough to cause him some pain and elicited from him a curt, "Damn, Mandy, easy there or you'll pull it off."

I replied, "I can't wait any longer, I have to have that cock of yours in my pussy now. Right now. I've waited eighteen years for it and that's long enough. On your back brother, I want a ride!"

I straddled Jimmy's hips and positioned myself over his rigid cock. My hand grabbed hold of his pulsing manhood and I wiped the mushroom tip up and down my slit to lubricate that lovely spear. Slowly, Jimmy's cockhead sank into my pussy folds. I paused and then dropped lower, to push his cock into my love tunnel until only the head was engulfed. I Moaned in pleasure, savoring thrilling new feelings.

My love for Jimmy and my sexual arousal simply crescendoed and I dropped forcefully down, forcing Jimmy's cock all the way in to his balls and surrendering my virginity to my true love, my brother. Then I rode him, bouncing and swaying, clenching and unclenching my pussy muscles around his throbbing missile of love.

In less than a minute, Jimmie cried, "I can't hold back Mandy, I'm cumming again, oh man I'm cumming."

And cum he did. In buckets, or so it seemed. He filled my pussy, literally, to overflowing. Jimmie was still pumping cum when I let go with an orgasm of my own, mixing my juice with his and watching both us and the bed get creamed. We were both a quivering mass of jelly and gasping for breath as we came to a dead stop with Jimmie's cock still buried deep in my pussy and still hard as a rock.

"How the hell are you still hard? I didn't think you could come so often so close together."

"I don't know, unless it's an advantage of being just twenty years old," Jimmie replied, "but let's enjoy it while it lasts."

I leaned forward and down so my boobs rested on Jimmy's chest but kept his hard cock inside me. We both breathed deeply and held each other tight. We stayed that way for quite some time before his cock slowly deflated and dropped from my pussy.

In a whisper in his ear, I said, "Jimmy, I don't care that you're my brother, you are my true love. I want to be with you always. I can't imagine being with anyone but you!"

"I feel the same way about you, Amanda, I'll love only you forever."

At lenght, I moved again by making small back and forth motions, causing my tits to rub Jimmy's chest and my pussy to slide just a bit up and down on his pubic area. His flacid cock didn't respond. I smiled to myself. I believe I've worn him out.

"No dice, Mandy, I've had it for now. Time to recharge the batteries girl."

Suspicion confirmed!

So, it was back to the shower together to clean up. We washed and fondled each other for some time in our new found bliss. I said at one point, "Well, Jimmie, we've fooled around for a number of years, but you popped my cherry tonight, so I guess I am no longer a virgin. Were you still a virgin before tonight?"