Almost incest - First time

This is a true story; one that I have recollected on numerous occasions and, … if I might be that brazen, … had several orgasms to. For obvious reasons, the names in this story are changed to insure the anonymity of the people involved. It does start off slowly but gathers momentum near the middle.

This all happened while I was still at school. I had not done too well at my first year of high school and was sent to go and live with my half-brother after that. He was a good twenty years older than me and lived in a very neat upper-middle class home in the leafy suburb of Kenridge. He was a very successful insurance broker and was married to a lovely woman that didn't need to work, hence my having been sent there, so that I had constant supervision.

Every afternoon I would come home to a cooked meal at lunch time. I would then sit and have my lunch with Tracy, my half-brother, CF'! s wife.

It was on one of these occasions that the infatuation for her started. She was leaning over the warming drawer of the oven, retrieving the meal that she had prepared, when I noticed that as she bent down, I could see up her short skirt. I stared for a moment and drank in the vision before my eyes. The backs of her shapely thighs and her knickers pulled into the crack of her ass. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I quickly turned away in case she caught me looking, but felt the unmistakable twinge in my shorts as blood rushed into my groin area.

Now at this point I find that I must just take a minute to put everything into perspective.

Tracy was a lovely looking woman. Although her face wasn't what one would call absolutely beautiful, she certainly was very attractive with a large mouth, green eyes, brunette shoulder length hair and she had a gorgeous body ! from all the sport that she partook in. She was well groomed a! nd was a lways smiling and, in the time that I stayed there, never saw her become angry. She was just a lovely person, and, if I might confess, I found her very attractive. Both her and CF were fairly religious, or maybe that was just what was expected from the conservative community, but they were in church every Sunday.

So, … now I'd seen half of her ass and the bulge of her groin through her knickers as she bent down, and quickly reverted my eyes back to my place setting.

"What's wrong," she enquired as she placed the plates, for her and I, on the table. "You look all flushed."

"It's nothing," I tried as I started eating, but she persisted on knowing what was wrong. Eventually I broke down and blurted out that I had seen her as she bent down, although not quite telling her that I had taken note of the bulge under her panties that was made by her puffed vaginal lips.

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"Oh come on," she started laughing, "I am sure that you have seen a bum before."

I just carried on eating, not saying anything and feeling quite embarrassed by it all.

That evening, after I had finished my studies, and we had eaten again, I helped her take the dishes through to the kitchen. CF wasn't home yet and I was told that he would be late and that I shouldn't wait up for him. I ran myself a bath, dressed in my pj's and went through to the lounge to enjoy my evening hot chocolate which had become a regular thing, but Tracy wasn't there.

A while later I heard her calling to me from her bedroom. Not suspecting anything I hurried through. She was calling me from her bathroom. "Please bring me a towel," she giggled, "I forgot it on the bed. Sorry."

I turned and saw the big fluffy towel lying on the! foot of the bed, grabbed it and, stretching my arm through th! e door, trying to hand it to her.

"A little this way," she instructed from the shower cubicle, forcing me to open the door a little more to get to her. I saw her reflection in the slightly fogged up mirror and felt the second twinge of emotion flood my loins. She was even more beautiful than I had imagined, but then again I hadn't really seen a fully grown naked woman (except my mother, who was a good twenty years older).

I scuttled through to the lounge, after handing her the towel, and quickly sat down to hide my growing erection. Ten minutes later she walked in and asked if I had put the milk on for the hot chocolate yet.

"Sorry no, I haven't," I confessed, standing up, my erection now having subsided, and walked through to the kitchen. She followed me, dressed in her silk gown, tied at the waist.

We made hot chocolate and chatted a while before ! I went off to bed. There I lay and mulled over the occurrences of the day, getting myself all worked up and ending up with a gigantic erection. I stroked my hardened penis a few times and then suddenly my door was opened, but very quietly.

"Are you asleep?" Tracy asked in a whisper. I shot up, hoping that she wouldn't notice my erection.

"No. What's wrong?" I enquired.

"Something's bothering me," she said as she sat down on the side of the bed next to me. "I don't want you to think that I intentionally exposed myself to you this afternoon. It's just, … well it's just that I feel very comfortable with you around and don't really mind it if you do happen to see me naked. I mean we are family, … well sort of," she was trying to say, but that did nothing for my hard-on. It just got harder, thinking about her body and what I had seen. "Come," she ins! tructed, "let's go and have some more hot chocolate. I thi! nk I nee d some more and besides, CF will only be back in about two to three hours," and with that she whipped off the thin covering that I had on top of me and gently grabbed me by the arm. I lunged at my blanket to try and cover my erection but missed.

"I am sorry," she spluttered as she saw the obvious cause of my wanting to retrieve my blanket. "I, …, I didn't realize that, …, I am sorry. I didn't know that you were, …, that you, … um, …, do you still want hot chocolate?"

"Yes thanks, …, that will be great," I managed as I sat up and tried to hide my embarrassment at being caught with a hard-on.

"Don't be embarrassed," she calmly said, as she stood up and made her way to the door, "it happens. Come, let's go and make some hot chocolate."

I wasn't sure if she meant that I should follow immediately, or whether I shou! ld follow when I was more decent, but I chose the former and followed her out of the room, my penis jutting out, making a huge tent in my pajama pants.

In the kitchen I tried to keep my back to her while I busied myself preparing the mugs, milk and sugar, but caught her looking at my groin a couple of times, my erection having subsided only slightly and still forming a very noticeable bulge in my pj bottoms.

"I don't want to embarrass you any further," she started saying while smiling broadly over at me, "but if I can be so bold; you do have quite a package there for a young boy."

I felt myself go hot as the blood rushed to my face.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of," she tried to pacify me as she walked over to me and handed me a mug of steaming hot chocolate. "Most men would be quite proud of that," she said winking at me as she walk! ed past me to the lounge.

I fo! llowed a nd sat on the floor, against one of the chairs, my legs up to hide my now, thankfully almost deflated, erection.

"Come here," she said, patting the couch seat next to her, while she looked over her mug at me.

I stood up and obliged. She watched me all the way, paying attention to my receding bulge. I sat down next to her and sipped at my beverage, feeling the hot steam against my face. Tracy placed her hand on my thigh and squeezed gently.

"I hope I haven't embarrassed you. It wasn't my intention. In fact it's beautiful to see," she continued as I felt the blood returning to my manhood, feeling her hand on my leg through the thin fabric of my pj bottoms. I could feel my erection growing again but didn't want to move and bring attention to it, so I just sat and chatted to her while we drank our hot chocolate.

I stole a glance down and no! ticed that my erection, which had grown to almost its full potential, was now quite prominently displayed under the light fabric.

"Don't be embarrassed," Tracy stated as she also noticed my bulging pajama pants, and looked me straight in the eye. The next thing an electric-like shock went through my body as I felt her hand touch my penis through the fabric. I froze. She was still looking into my eyes as her hand encircled the shaft and squeezed lightly. My face must have been rigid.

"Relax," she coaxed, "it's not as if I haven't seen one before you know."

I thought that I would explode right there and then. Her hand moved up and down the shaft, ever so lightly, and still through the fabric of my pants. The next thing she stood up and came and stood in front of me. I was too shocked to move, …, and quite frankly didn't want to in case I woke up from a dream. She! undid the sash of her gown and after opening it, let it drop ! to the f loor. She was now completely naked.

"Wow," was all that I could muster through my now dry throat.

She knelt down in front of me and, pulling at the elastic of my pants, opened the front to reveal some of my penis. She pulled again and, not wanting this to end, I lifted my ass off the couch and allowed her to pull my pants to around my ankles. My erection sprang out and slapped against my stomach.

"You are so hard," she observed. "I didn't realize that you were so big. I have seen you in the bath once or twice, but didn't realize that you had such a big cock."

"When did you see me in the bath?" I enquired, really just trying to perpetuate the conversation, least she lose interest.

"Once or twice," she said as a lightning bolt hit my brain as I felt my penis sliding into her w! arm mouth. I must have groaned, because she asked; "does that hurt?"

Nothing coherent came out of my mouth, just a couple of moans and grunts, and within seconds my orgasm racked my body. The most amazing sensation flooded through me as I ejaculated; first into her mouth and then onto her breasts as she aimed my cock at them. I watched as my sperm pulsed out, wave after wave hitting her breasts.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and grinned up at me, still holding onto my shaft with both of her hands.

"What did that feel like?" she asked, slowly rubbing my shaft which had not subsided at all. "Could you do that again?" she asked still smiling up at me.

"I don't know," I replied as I felt her grip tighten as she ran her hand up and down the shaft.

She stood up and, placing a leg on either side! of me, straddled my lap and slowly eased herself down. I coul! dn't b elieve this was happening. She held my cock with her one hand while she lowered herself and slowly guided it into her. I felt as the head of my cock opened her vaginal entrance, slipping effortlessly into her wet pussy. She lowered herself until almost my entire length was buried deep within her. She let out a moan as my cock touched the hard ending of her vaginal passage and then lifted herself, my penis slowly sliding out of her.

It was so warm. It was so wet, and the sensations that went through my body were nothing like I had ever felt before. She lowered herself down onto me again and I could feel my cock sliding into her depths again. She moaned louder each time she lowered herself onto me, and each time my cock seemed to go in deeper, until the entire length was inside her.

But sadly it only took seven or eight strokes before my orgasm exploded out the front of my penis again. As I ejaculated, she jumped ! off me and pointed my cock at my chest. Spurt after spurt landed on my chest, the last few only landing on my belly. She pulled herself up onto me and slid around on my chest, her breasts massaging my cum into my chest. I could feel the hardness of her nipples as they traced around on my naked skin.

"Let me teach you something," she offered, pulling me into the standing position and then easing herself onto the couch. She opened her legs and told me to kneel in front of her. I looked at her breasts and then down at her groin, but didn't want to look too much in case she got upset with me for looking. It was quite hairy, but I could see pink lips protruding from a gash between her legs.

"Come closer," she instructed, and as I got closer she put her hands behind my head and guided my mouth onto her half-open lips. "Lick me," she instructed.

I wasn't quite sure of what ! I was supposed to do, but started licking the pink lips that w! ere stic king out.

"Follow my finger, and lick me there. Where I tell you to suck, suck it in gently unless I tell you otherwise" she suggested and traced her finger where she wanted me to lick. Occasionally she stopped me on her clit and told me to suck it gently. The more I licked and sucked, the louder she moaned, raising her hips to push her groin into my face. And the longer I continued doing this, the harder my cock became, until it was at full strength again.

"Oh God," she started crying out, "don't stop, …, please don't stop. I'm going to cum," she cried.

I hadn't the faintest idea of what she meant by that but just continued licking and sucking. Then all hell broke loose. She bucked her hips and started crying out, clinging onto my head and crushing my face into her groin. My tongue was lame from all the licking but I continued as she rode my mouth, wrapping her! legs around my back as she forced herself against my face.

When her convulsions had subsided, she gently pulled my head away from her groin and bent forward, hugging my head between her breasts. I had always wanted to feel what it would be like to suck on a nipple and thought this the perfect opportunity. I opened my mouth and softly sucked the closest nipple into my mouth.

"That feels so good," she crooned as she pushed my head into her soft breast, "don't stop doing that. I love it when my nipples are sucked like that."

After several minutes she suggested that we go and clean up, before CF came home. She stood up and looked at my erection.

"You are insatiable," she protested, starting to laugh. I grinned back at her. She took hold of my cock and led me to the bathroom. Taking a warm cloth she started cleaning my penis. It felt so good,! her rubbing my cock with that warm cloth.

"You can't go to bed like that," she said, chuckling. "What are we going to do with you?" she continued. And with that she turned around, leant on the rim of the bath and told me to enter her from behind. She took hold of my shaft and expertly guided it into her warm sheath. I pushed slightly as I felt the entrance resisting slightly and then felt as it gave way and my cock slid effortlessly into her. I couldn't help but pump furiously into her, burying my cock deep into her at every thrust. It felt so good. I could hear the squelching of our combined juices, over her moans as I pumped into her.

"Please don't cum inside me," she begged in between her gasps, pushing back against me at every thrust. I then suddenly realized what "cum" meant. She didn't want me to ejaculate inside her. I watched in the mirror at her breasts swinging as we fucked wildly, sending me to heights never before accomplished.

"Tell me when you are about to cum," she instructed, panting and moaning loudly.

As I pulled out, just before I came, she spun around and sucked my cock into her mouth, swallowing every drop of liquid that came out of my penis as I came, cradling my balls in her hand and using the other to stroke my shaft as I jetted my hot, sticky cum into her sucking mouth.

This was the first time that a woman had touched me sexually and the first time that I had cum other than by self stimulation. And although she was only eighteen years older than me, she was thirty three at the time. It happened several times after that, mostly when CF was on country trips, but the first time was by far the most exciting and exhilarating.

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