It was a normal day for me, Kelly, the 18-year-old shy and nerdy girl with big boobs. I spent the day working on a complex math equation, dreaming about when I might have someone to share my life with. But instead of getting close to someone, my older brother, Mathew, would tease me about being such an awkward nerd with my glasses always on.
One evening, after my shower, I decided to put on a small white nightie. It was a bit daring for me, but I liked the way the fabric felt on my skin. We had the house to ourselves that night, so Mathew made us some drinks. He gave me one, and after a few sips, I felt lightheaded. He had this knowing grin plastered on his face, which I didn’t understand then. I’d never had alcohol before, so it began to hit me rather fast.
Every so often, I caught him staring at my chest. The room began to spin, and I realized I was quite drunk. Mathew must have been as well because he kept dropping things, laughing at his own clumsiness. At one point, I thought he was looking at me in a way I couldn’t comprehend. The alcohol was affecting my thoughts and perceptions, making me feel bold and curious.
After another hour passed, the room started to spin so fast that I thought I’d fall off the couch. Mathew staggered over to me, shaking off the dizziness. He got a little too touchy, putting his hand on my leg. He seemed surprised by his actions, but rather brazen. Then, he admitted that he was horny, and I felt so embarrassed for him to say that. It was like we were both under the influence of not just the alcohol, but of the surreal atmosphere we had cultivated that evening.
He stared at me with an intensity that made me squirm. My heart raced, and my breath caught in my throat when I realized what would happen next. I was always curious about the mysteries of sex, but I never imagined it could involve my own brother. The idea shouldn’t have turned me on, yet it did.
I stammered, trying to find the words to express my discomfort. But my words were shaky, and I found my voice trailing off. “Wh-what are you doing, you’re my brother,” I stuttered. Mathew hesitated but then reassured me with his warm, intoxicating smile. “Yeah, I am. And I won’t do anything you don’t want to do, Kelly. I just thought it’s something we could share.”
I knew he wasn’t entirely wrong. It was a taboo thought, but I was filled with a sense of unspoken longing for him. I took a deep breath and whispered the words that would change everything, “I’m a virgin.”
As the words left my lips, things suddenly shifted. It was like I had permitted him to explore the forbidden desires between us. My heart pounded in my chest as Mathew carefully slid my small nightie off, revealing my large, round breasts. He stared at them as he slowly unzipped his pants, and I saw it for the first time – his dick, purple at the end and mushroom-shaped. I could see the desire burning in his eyes as he looked me up and down.
“Are you sure about this, Kelly?” he asked, his voice rough with desire, yet tender with concern. “Yes, I think so,” I murmured, gripped by a strange mixture of fear and fascination. “But go slow.”
He took me on the family couch, which I found both comforting and jarring. Initially, the pain was overwhelming as he entered me, breaking my hymen and causing me to bleed a little. I bit my lip, trying to maintain some semblance of control, but the intensity of the sensations was indescribable. Moans and groans mixed with the sounds of the slapping skin as Mathew began thrusting into me, his gaze focused and determined.
“Oh fuck, your tight sis” he grunted, and I found that his unfiltered words somehow excited me. “Oh fuck, though, your pussy is so damn good.”
I gradually pushed through the pain, and it began to transform into a pleasure I never knew existed. The sensation of his stiff member moving in and out of my virgin pussy was both exhilarating and unsettling. His pace quickened, and I responded by gyrating my hips, somehow meeting his wild, uncontrollable energy.
“Faster, please,” I moaned, feeling the intensity build within me. Mathew’s breathing grew ragged as he continued to pound into me, our bodies moving in perfect, primal harmony. He suddenly pulled my legs apart, and I could feel the tip of his cock hitting that secret spot in my pussy. I gasped, feeling a rush of pleasure shoot through me.
“Ah! There! There!” I cried out, gripping the couch cushions in a desperate attempt to maintain my sanity. Mathew grinned, a mixture of triumph and lust, as he relentlessly hammered in and out of my virgin pussy, driving me to the edge of ecstasy.
“Do you like it, Kelly?” he demanded, staring into my eyes with an intensity that seared my soul.
I could only nod, unable to form words due to the incredible feelings rushing through my body. The slapping noises grew more intense, and the sounds of Mathew’s balls slapping against my skin added to the erotic auditory landscape. Each thrust drove us deeper into our illicit encounter, making our taboo situation impossible to ignore.
We continued like this, our bodies intertwined, our hearts beating in unison, until it felt like we were on fire. The air was thick with our lust, and my small white nightie was now shoved to the side, revealing the extent of our passion.
As we both neared the peak, Mathew’s movements became feral, and his grip on me tightened. My gasps and cries matched his grunts and moans, creating a symphony of desire that culminated in a magnificent explosion of pleasure.
He spurted hot, sticky liquid into my throbbing pussy, and I felt a warmth spreading through me. I couldn’t believe that this was happening, but I couldn’t deny the surge of pleasure that consumed me as I clung to my brother, desperate for more.
In the end, we were both gasping for air, coated in sweat and tangled in each other’s limbs. We looked at each other, stunned by what we had done. But there was a newfound connection between us, something forbidden and exciting as if we had crossed over into a realm where love and desire had merged in the most unexpected ways.
We would face the consequences of our actions later, but in that moment, all that mattered was the heat of our bodies and the intensity of our secret desire. I had become a woman in the arms of the man who knew me best, and I wondered if we could ever be the same again. The night that changed everything had just begun, and I was torn between fear and fascination about what the future held for Virgin Kelly and her once-forbidden brother.