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How I Became My StepBrother's Slut Part 1 ( mc, nc, mf, ff, growth )
Farleven   ( farleven@yahoo.com )
May 2002
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I wish I could say when everything started to go wrong.  I suppose it 
would go back to when my parents divorced, but really I think it was 
when my mom remarried.  I'd been fine without dad, he was really a 
creep, one of those guys that girls get all doe eyed and stupid over in 
high school although they know how bad he is.  Of course my mom made the 
mistake of marrying him and in the end the only good thing that came out 
of it all was me, or at least that's what she says now.  

My name is Terri, I don't really have a last name, not anymore.  I 
didn't want to keep my dad's last name, or my step Dad's name and 
Harlesenterburges is just such a terrible name I would never want it, 
even if it was my Mom's.  Of course it really doesn't matter anymore, 
but that's where I'm at, having a last name isn't really important after 
all.

I was pretty much a typical sophomore before all of this, going to 
school, giggling about boys and generally trying to get away with 
anything I could under my Mom's nose.  All my friends told me I was 
pretty, and I know I had a pretty good body, though my breasts were a 
bit on the small side.  I wasn't anything out of the ordinary, I 
suppose, but I was happy with who I was.

When my mom remarried, I didn't just get a new dad.  I also got a 
brother, a 15-year-old geeky brother.  Not that all brothers aren't 
geeky at that age.  This was Brandon, he was a bit shorter than I was 
and gangly, clearly he hadn't hit that mid teen growth spurt yet.  He 
wasn't too weird, but I really didn't have any need for him either.  
Pretty much we just ignored each other, and it was an arrangement that 
worked.

It did take some getting used to sharing a house with men again.  It'd 
been years since my Dad had been in the house, and it took some getting 
used to in the morning.  Sharing a bathroom wasn't much fun and I had to 
be a lot more careful when wrapping up in a towel than I was used to.  
Like everything else in life, I dealt with it, not that I didn't 
complain, but what's the fun in being a teenager if you don't complain?

After the initial adjustment life pretty much fell to a normal routine.  
It wasn't until several months later that things really started to go 
wrong.  It was a pretty normal morning, I was rushing through my routine 
and mom was trying to stick her nose in.

"Now, honey why don't you sit down and eat?  It's not good for you to 
just have a piece of toast and run." Mom prodded.  This wasn't unusual, 
I rarely sat down for breakfast any more, and whenever she could she 
tried to get me sitting at the table.

"I've got to meet up with Susan, Mom." I replied as I munched on my 
toast and guzzled my glass of juice.  I'd tried skipping the juice 
before but Mom put up a big fight then so I didn't even try anymore.  I 
still had a little time, so I didn't push more than I had to, at least 
today.

"Good morning, Brandon." Mom smiled.  I looked over and saw my 
stepbrother walking in and my jaw just dropped.  The gangly little geek 
he'd been the night before was now a hunk, or at least not bad looking.  
He looked almost buffed dressed in just a T-shirt and jeans, his 
standard fair.  

"What happened to you?" I asked in awe.  I'd seen some changes in people 
before, hitting puberty does that to people, but this was just unreal.  
Brandon had just changed from geek to guy in one night.

"I don't know, I just woke up like this." Brandon answered.  His 
befuddled look said it all.  He had no clue, but I could tell he wasn't 
objecting.  I wasn't either, if you had to have a guy in your house, it 
was much better when he looked good.

"Well, you look great, Brandon," Mom said as she dropped a plate of 
bacon and eggs down for him.  Brandon had started out like me, trying to 
skip breakfast, but she'd won him over with her cooking.  I knew it was 
good food, but I had to keep my figure.

"Gotta go!  See ya tonight." I yelled and raced out while mom was 
distracted with Brandon.  I had to take my chances where I could, and 
set off for Susan's house.  Susan was one of my best friends.  She was a 
short little Asian girl that had moved in down the street when I was 
six.  We struck it off right away, being the only two girls our age in 
the neighborhood and we've been friends ever since.  

As I strolled down the sidewalk I wondered just what had happened to 
Brandon.  That kind of change just wasn't normal, not that I really 
minded.  It was just weird enough for me to take real notice of though.  
Still there were plenty of other things to concern myself with, and by 
the time I'd met up with Susan, I was off on other issues.  This may 
have been the beginning but it was just another day at the time.

***


After the initial shock of Brandon's change, I hardly gave it a second 
thought.  I did however take notice that he wasn't nearly as shy around 
girls, including me.  After a couple of good leers from him after 
running from the bathroom in just a long towel, I decided I needed to 
cover up a bit more.  So I started going around in a nice full robe, 
just to keep him a bit more at bay.  That didn't stop him from looking 
though, and in truth, I just got kind of used to it.  I'd been getting 
the same kind of looks from other boys all the time, and there wasn't 
any reason for Brandon to be different.

It was a couple of weeks after we all met the buffed up Brandon that the 
next strange thing happened.  I had gone to the bathroom to do my normal 
nightly wash-up and had forgotten my robe.  I thought about going and 
getting it, but decided it wasn't that important, I could use a towel 
just for one night.  All through my shower I felt really tingly, it 
wasn't like I was getting aroused or anything, it was just this strange 
tingling sensation in my head.  I wondered if I was having a reaction to 
my shampoo, and quickly washed it out.  

I stepped out of the shower and took a moment to look in the mirror.  I 
knew I wasn't bad looking but it was still a little strange looking in 
the mirror and seeing a woman looking back.  I posed a little, and 
wondered for a moment just how I'd look if my chest filled out a bit 
more.  I was still growing, so there was the chance I would get to find 
out.

I reached for my robe, felt the tingling again, and remembered I'd 
forgotten my robe in my room.  I shrugged at my own flightiness, grabbed 
a towel, and wrapped it over my chest snuggly.  I grabbed the doorknob 
and hoped that Brandon wasn't around as I stepped out.  Of course, there 
he was just smiling with this sly smile wrapped around his face, like he 
was expecting something.

Just as I looked into his eyes, I felt that tingle in my head again.  I 
stared at him blankly, and felt a tug on my towel and felt it fall from 
my sides.  I looked down in shock and saw it hang from my right hand, 
like I'd pulled it off.  My eyes shot back to Brandon and I just watched 
as his eyes rolled over me.  All the while, that tingling sensation 
filled my head, and I just stood there, unable to do anything.  Other 
than blush that is,  I could just feel the embarrassment seeping from me 
as my stepbrother gawked at me.

Brandon just stared at me for the longest time as I stood there, his 
stupid grin plaster across his lips every moment.  He didn't say 
anything, and I couldn't.  Then he just looked up at me and nodded.  I 
felt the tingling change and I felt like I could move again, I felt the 
urge to throw that towel back around me and run to my room, but I 
didn't.  I turned away from him slowly, and started whipping the towel 
around as I strutted back to my room and gently closed the door.  

Just as the door clicked shut, the tingling stopped and I just collapsed 
on the floor.  It was like I'd been a puppet and my strings had been 
cut.  I sat on the floor shuddering for a few minutes before I pulled 
myself together again and finished getting ready for bed.  I was scared, 
something very strange had just happened.  I'd not just flashed my 
stepbrother but given him a whole show.  I wondered what had came over 
me.  He was a lot cuter now, and I'd let my fantasies run a bit wide 
lately, but I'd never acted so impulsive.  My mom kept saying hormones 
did strange things to girls at my age, but this was just too weird for 
me to chalk it up to that.

***


Unfortunately, it didn't end there.  Brandon and I shared the upstairs 
of our house.  We each had a bedroom and shared the small bathroom and a 
small living room.  Mom and my step dad didn't come up much unless they 
needed something, which was rare.  They also tended to go to bed earlier 
than Brandon and I did, so by the time I'd get ready for bed our parents 
would be sound asleep.  If they did choose to come up, the steps were 
creaky and they preferred to announce themselves, so they weren't about 
to surprise us.

The morning after my little strip show for Brandon he just gave me a 
knowing smile at my own blushed cheeks and didn't say anything.  I 
wondered just what he though of me.  Probably nothing good, good girls 
didn't show off they're bodies to their brothers even if they weren't 
blood.  I hadn't even shown off my nakedness to anyone before, or done 
anything else like that with a boy.  I'd kissed some and had a few 
groping sessions, but that was it.  Now I had to wonder if Brandon 
thought I was some kind of tramp.  I didn't like that thought, but I'd 
pretty much done just what it'd take to have him think that.

Still he didn't pursue anything with me at least not then.  We even 
carried on normally for a few days, like nothing at happened.  It was 
almost a week later when I felt that tingling again.  I was shaving my 
legs and it just rolled over me for a moment.  I shivered for a moment, 
having flashbacks of my little strip tease.  Then it went away and I 
went back to shaving.  When I finished I looked down and smiled at my 
work, only a few little cuts this time.  Then I had the strangest 
notion.  I looked between my legs and just gagged on the hair around my 
slit.  I hadn't bothered me before but somehow it just didn't look very 
becoming today, and since I had all the tools at my disposal I decided 
to do something about it.  I pulled out a trimmer and buzzed off the 
furriest part real quick.  It felt really good having the trimmer 
humming around down there too.  I'd heard about vibrators before but 
hadn't tried one.  I could understand the appeal now.  With the trimming 
done, I lathered myself up and quickly shaved off the rest, especially 
pleased that I didn't even nick myself once.  I washed off the rest of 
the lather, looked down, and smiled, my little cunny looked much cuter 
like this all naked and smooth.  I still didn't know what had possessed 
me to do it, but I liked the look and feel of my bare little mound.

I showered off quick after that and toweled off.  Then another wave of 
tingles hit me as I went to grab my robe.  I stared at it for a moment 
then decided not to.  It was strange, but I didn't feel like wearing it 
tonight, so I didn't.  With that decided I turned to the door and opened 
it up.  I walked out completely naked, and turned to my room and saw my 
stepbrother standing in the hall just smiling again.  I wondered for a 
moment what he was smiling about before I remembered I'd left my robe in 
the bathroom.  Just as I was about to squeal in embarrassment I felt the 
tingle roll over me again.

"Hi, sis." Brandon smiled as if he was just passing by.  He'd taken up 
calling me sis almost as soon as our parents married.  It grated me a 
bit at first, but now it was the least of my problems.

"What's going on?" I whimpered, surprised I could say anything at all, 
and that my shrill screech had been reduced to a mere whisper.

"Just checking you out!  Man you're hot, and you even shave your pussy.  
That is so cool." Brandon replied, just like we were having an ordinary 
conversation.  The tingling was just boring into me now, and suddenly I 
felt a strange urge and couldn't help myself.

"Do you want to touch it?" I asked in that same whispered tone.  The 
words were as shocking as the sudden need I had for him to do just that.  
I spread my legs a bit so he could get in and just waited impatiently.

"Are you sure, sis?" Brandon asked, bring his hand just out of touching 
range, waiting for me to confirm the offer.  I shuddered a bit, and 
still felt the tingling coursing through me.  I opened my legs a bit 
more and bent my hips to push my mound out a bit more.

"Yeah, it's really smooth like this, check it out." I prodded, wiggling 
my hips a bit to entice him more.  I didn't know what was going through 
my mind, but every time I tried to fight off these strange feelings I 
just ran into that tingly sensation and lost my concentration.  Of 
course having Brandon's hand cup my little cunny didn't help any either.  
I mewed a bit as he ran his fingers over my smooth lips and traced the 
length of my naked slit.

"Wow, that is so neat, it really is nice and smooth." Brandon said with 
a slight edge of awe in his voice.  He continued exploring my intimate 
little mounds, and I just savored his touch, amazed that it could feel 
this good to be fondled like this.  I'd never had anyone else touch me 
down there, and Brandon was lighting off wonderful new feelings in me.

"Why am I letting you do this?" I asked as I squirmed on his probing 
hands, still not pulling away from him.  The tingles flared back up a 
moment later and I lost track of my thoughts again.

"Thanks, sis, keep this thing shaved for me, okay?" Brandon asked as he 
pulled his fingers over my mound one last time as he stepped back.

"Sure." I replied in a tingle-induced daze.  I bent in and gave him a 
peck on the cheek.  "Anything for my brother."

Brandon laughed at that and gave me a slap on my rump as he strolled off 
to his room.  I stood there for a moment in shock as I felt the tingles 
fall away.  Then I realized I was still standing completely naked in the 
upstairs hallway and bolted for my room.  I locked my bedroom door, 
something I'd never done before and quickly got dressed in my nighty.  
My mind raced at what had just happened.  Why was I seducing my 
stepbrother?  The strip tease was bad enough, but now I let him feel me 
up and gave him more than an open invitation with that little kiss.  
What was wrong with me?  It wasn't that Brandon wasn't attractive, but I 
was out of control.  Other girls had told me about tingling between 
their legs and wanting to do sexy stuff, but I couldn't believe this was 
what they'd talked about.  I sank into bed with these thoughts racing 
through my mind, and fell off to a very fitful night's sleep.

***


The next night I cornered him in his bedroom and shut the door so mom 
and dad wouldn't hear if they did happen to still be up.  I didn't know 
what had possessed me before but I had to set things straight before 
they got out of hand.

"Brandon we need to talk." I stated as I closed his door.  He just 
turned around and looked at me like he had no idea what could be wrong.  

"What about, sis?" He asked innocently even as I could feel his eyes 
checking me out again.  I hadn't dressed to impress today, but it wasn't 
easy to hide my assets either.  Still that wasn't my biggest concern 
right now.

"About last night.  I don't want you to get the wrong idea or anything." 
I started, doing my best to keep myself talking for fear that I wouldn't 
be able to keep going if he stopped me.

"I know, you don't act like that normally, that's okay, I'm cool with 
it." Brandon replied and I felt a sudden wave of tingles hit me again.

"Uh, I think I'd better go, okay?" I asked, turning to leave.  I was 
afraid just what I was going to do next and didn't want to stick around 
to find out.

"I thought you wanted to talk.  I won't bite." Brandon replied.  The 
sudden urge to stay overwhelmed me and I stopped in my tracks.

"What's wrong with me?" I asked openly.  It wasn't to Brandon 
specifically, just my own expression of my exasperation.  I turned back 
around and felt myself looking at Brandon again but this time with a 
little too much attention on his buffed new bod.

"Why don't you get more comfortable?" Brandon asked.  I felt the tingle 
shift again and somehow knew just what I needed to do to get comfy.
I reached down to the waist of my T-shirt, pulled it up over my head in 
one smooth motion, and tossed it onto the floor.  Then with just as 
little fan fare I unzipped my shorts and dropped them to the floor, 
making sure to pull of my socks and shoes while I was at it.  While I 
fiddled with my laces I wondered just what was coming over me.  I 
couldn't help myself, somehow the idea was stuck in my head that being 
naked was the most comfortable I could be.  The tingling kept me from 
questioning the notion too deeply as I kicked off my shoes and stood up 
again.

"You don't mind me getting naked do you, Brandon?" I asked as I reached 
back and unhooked my bra.  I held the cups over my little breasts as I 
awaited his answer.  It wasn't like he hadn't seen them before, but I 
felt like I should ask anyway.

"No, sis, I think its great.  In fact I'll join you." Brandon replied 
and started to pull off his own clothes.  That was enough for me and I 
let my bra drop and scooted out of my panties as demurely as I could .  
Then I just stood there and watched as my hunk of a stepbrother 
undressed right in front of me.  I could feel myself getting hot between 
my legs as I took in his muscular chest.  When he dropped his shorts I 
just whimpered as I looked at his member, waving erect from between his 
legs.  I'd caught a few peaks of men before, but this was different, I 
knew this erection was just for me, and I blushed a little in 
appreciation.

"What am I doing?  We shouldn't be doing this, Brandon!" I whimpered as 
the tingling holding my objections away started to fade.  Just as I 
started to turn away I felt it flare up again and I stopped.  It was 
dancing inside my head now, and I think I just stared blankly at his 
wall for a few minutes as the effects drifted through me.

"Sorry, sis, but it was too much concentration keeping you on a short 
leash." Brandon said as I drifted back down from the tingles.  

"What are you talking about?" I demanded, turning around and placing my 
hands on my hips.  It hit me a moment later just how comical I must look 
like that, but I did my best to keep composed.

"Lay down on my bed and start playing with yourself, sis." Brandon 
replied.  It wasn't really an order, it was more like he was explaining, 
though I couldn't see how.  That was until I felt the need to do just 
what he said.  I flopped onto the bed with an enthusiastic whoosh and my 
hands were busy as soon as my cheeks hit his bed spread.

"Hey, why am I doing this?" I squealed as my fingers began working their 
familiar magic on me.  I didn't masturbate too much, but I knew how to 
enjoy it when I did.  The tingling in my head was gone now, and I could 
think clearly.  I still couldn't stop myself from doing just as Brandon 
had suggested though.

"What did you do to me, Brandon?" I huffed as my fingers stoked my inner 
fires.  I could already feel my cunny beginning to drip and my nipples 
were both nice and hard.  I was seriously aroused, and all this from 
just a few words from Brandon.  I didn't know how it was possible, but 
he had me under his control.  The strangest thing was that although it 
disturbed me, I couldn't summon up any real strong emotion about it.  
Instead all I could do was get my self even more hot and bothered.

"I don't really know, but ever since a couple weeks ago I felt like I 
could influence people more than normal.  I hope you don't mind but I've 
been playing with you to see how far I could push it." Brandon 
explained, his eyes not leaving my naked flesh for an instant.  If I 
wasn't in the midst of my own self-love, I would have been furious at 
that, but the must I could manage now was an angry grunt.

"Man you look real hot like that,  are you nice and wet now, sis?" 
Brandon asked as he lay down beside me on the bed.  I didn't want to 
answer him, but somehow his question was just compelling.  I had to 
answer.

"Yeah." I whimpered.  I was quickly getting the notion of what was 
coming next.  "Please, Brandon, don't .  I'm still a virgin."

"That's okay, sis, I am too." Brandon replied in a soothing voice as he 
reached over and cupped my free breast.  I couldn't help but moan as he 
squeezed me with his fingers.  I was flustered now.  I was out of 
control, naked, horny and totally under the control of my equally naked 
stepbrother who was about to fuck me.  I'd been curious about sex for 
the longest time, but I never dreamed my first time would be like this.  
Still, I couldn't deny I'd wanted to try it out, but I'd just never met 
the right guy before and now I wasn't left with a choice.

I continued to play with myself shamelessly as he ran his hands over me, 
exploring everything I had.  What really surprised me was just how good 
it all felt, especially Brandon's roaming hands.  His fingers just lit 
sparks all across me as they danced.  I was busy on my own hot spots as 
well, stoking the fires that were raging through me now.  This went on 
until I felt myself really leaking from between my legs.

"I'm ready, Brandon.  Nice and wet." I whimpered and spread my legs as 
wide as I could.  The words just forced themselves from my mouth, like 
they were programmed into me.  I suppose they were, part of whatever 
Brandon had done to me.  My thoughts were focusing on what was about to 
happen though.  I was about to feel a man inside me for the first time, 
and that was important regardless of how it happened.

Brandon didn't waste any time.  He rolled over and on top of me, 
hovering just above me.  I looked down between us and spotted his 
hardness waving from his crotch.  With one hand still working my clit, I 
wrapped my other one around his shaft and quivered.  He felt so big, I 
could hardly believe he could fit inside me, though I felt the need to 
try just burning into me.

"Please, Brandon," I whimpered, the last of my strength going into the 
plea.  I wasn't even sure what I was asking for.  I wanted him to stop, 
but I needed to feel that shaft filling the sudden emptiness between my 
legs.  

"Shh, sis, you'll love it." Brandon whispered and lowered himself enough 
so the head of his member was pressing between my legs.  I pulled on it, 
and shifted myself until I felt his knob parting my slit.  I couldn't 
believe I actually had a guys cock between my legs and felt a new rush 
of lust course through me.  I still wondered how he was going to fit, 
then I realized what all my juices were for and started rubbing the head 
of his shaft between my dripping lips.

"What are you doing, sis?" Brandon asked, seeming to be genuinely 
surprised by my handling of his cock.  I was too a little, but 
everything had just overwhelmed me, I couldn't get away, so I was going 
to be sure to enjoy this.

"Just getting you ready," I moaned.  It was actually kind of fun rubbing 
my slit with his cock and it felt just amazing having him touching my 
forbidden flesh.  I worried for a moment that I wasn't getting him wet 
enough and had another idea.  "Come in a little closer and hump my pussy 
lips a little, so we can get you all lubed up."

Brandon didn't need to be coaxed any more and I gasped as he slid his 
length across my slick lower lips.  I wrapped my hand around him and 
helped spread my juices all over his length until he was nice and slick.  
I humped him back a little too, savoring the intimate touch we were 
sharing.  I knew we were ready now and I looked up at Brandon again.

I still couldn't believe I was looking up into the eyes of my first 
lover as I shuddered beneath him.  My earlier objects had all fallen 
away, I didn't forget them, or that I was in this position because of 
Brandon, but he'd stoked the passion within me and all I wanted was to 
indulge it now.  Tomorrow I might regret it, but right now I was aching 
for him and I let him know.

"I'm ready, Brandon." I smiled as I gave his cock a nice squeeze.  He 
smiled down at me and lifted his hips up again.  I didn't miss a beat, 
and guided him right back to my slit as he moved into position to take 
me.  I rubbed his head against my folds again, this time seeking the 
entrance to my pussy for him.  I shuddered at the feeling of my lower 
lips being parted again, but concentrated on the task until I felt him 
slip deeper into me.  I gasped at the sudden fullness at the entrance to 
my passage.  This was it, he was in position and I looked up again.

"Are you sure you want this, sis?" Brandon asked.  For a moment I really 
believed he meant it, that I could back out even after all this.  It 
didn't matter now, I was too far gone, no matter how I'd found myself 
here, there wasn't anything I wanted more than to feel his cock all the 
way inside me.

"Take me." I insisted with every ounce of sincerity in me.  Then he 
lowered himself onto me completely, pressed his chest to mine, and 
kissed me deeply.  Our lips touched with their own fire and I was 
kissing him back as hard as I could.  I wrapped my arms around him and 
ran my hands across his back as he rubbed my sides.

Then just as our tongues slipped through I felt him push his hips 
forward and moaned in shock as I felt my stepbrother's cock sinking into 
me.  I shuddered at a sudden tearing feeling deep inside me and realized 
I had just become a woman.  The feeling of his sack between my legs 
surprised me a moment later.  He was all the way inside me with one 
wonderful thrust and I was amazed at the wonderful fullness from being 
filled with his shaft.  

Brandon started to pull back a moment later and I flinched.  It hadn't 
hurt so much going in, but I was sore.  I shot my legs up around his 
hips and held him in place, so he'd leave his nice big cock all the way 
up inside me until I was ready for more.

"Are you okay, sis?" He asked with honest worry.  I'm sure he'd heard 
stories about a girl's first time, though it surprised me for a moment 
that he actually seemed concern after all he'd done.

"Yeah, just don't move, I'm just a little sore." I smiled, not wanting 
to worry him for some reason.

"You feel so nice, sis.    You're just perfectly warm and tight.  How do 
I feel in there?" Brandon asked.  His curiosity getting the better of 
him, but I was still compelled to answer his questions, not that I 
really minded.

"Big!" I giggled.  "I feel so full down there like you're just splitting 
me open, but it's wonderful, Brandon.  Thank you."

I lifted myself up and kissed him again.  We stayed like that for a 
couple minutes, locked together as intimately as a boy and girl could 
get while I adjusted to my new woman hood.  Our hands took liberties as 
well while our tongues danced, and I don't think there was a part of 
either of us that didn't get played with by roaming hands.

"Okay." I whimpered, pulling away from his lips.  It felt wonderful 
having him inside me, but I wanted more.  Even though I still felt a 
little tender, I knew it was time for what came next.

Brandon just smiled again and pulled himself slowly out of me.  I 
squirmed under him as I felt his cock moving inside me.  Nothing had 
ever prepared me for such a wonderfully strange feeling.  Then just as 
he almost pulled out of me I pulled him in with my legs and thrust up my 
hips, squealing with delight as I felt his shaft spread me open again.

"Oh, Brandon, do that again." I moaned as I ground my hips against him.  
He didn't need to be asked and quickly started a slow pumping rhythm 
into me.  I just whimpered and squirmed under him totally enveloped in 
the sensations he was stroking in me.

"You like this, sis?" Brandon asked as he plunged into me again.  I 
shuddered as I felt the knob of his shaft parting my folds again all the 
way to my very center.  It was more amazing than I could ever have 
dreamed.

"Yes, it's wonderful, Brandon.  Can you do it harder?" I asked, somehow 
knowing that the pleasures he was striking inside me were only the 
beginning.

"Like this?" He asked then proceeded to pound into me with harder 
strokes.  I felt my breasts quiver each time he bottomed out inside me 
and heard the slap of his flesh on mine.  I knew instantly that this was 
what fucking was meant to be.

"Oh, yes, just like that!" I grunted with him as he kept pumping into 
me.  I was humping back against him as hard as I could as well, and 
squeezing down on his cock as hard as I could.  He groaned in approval 
and it wasn't long before we were simply thrusting into each other in a 
beautiful primal rhythm.  

His every thrust seemed to just edge me higher as well, and I was awash 
in the sensations of making love.  Our bodies were writhing together, 
and my breasts jiggled against his chest as he pounded into me, my hard 
little nipples tracing patterns on him with every bounce.  We kissed 
passionately as well, only stopping to catch our breath.  

It seemed a wonderful eternity was spent like that, merged together so 
perfectly.  Then I felt Brandon stirring even more inside me, our 
thrusts were sharper, harder, more urgent.  The fire inside me was a 
blazing inferno centered on his wonderful thrusts and then I felt it.  
My eyes flew open, looking inside as something inside me tore open and 
consumed me in a wonderful torrent.   I tensed around Brandon, and shook 
with pleasure echoing through my entire being, and I let out a soulful 
cry of joy.

"Get ready for it," Brandon grunted as he kept his wonderful thrusts 
going.  I was too engulfed in my own pleasure to wonder what he meant 
until he gave me one hard thrust and held himself deep inside me.  Then 
I felt his member pulsing inside me and a strange warmth fill my depths 
as he let out a deep moan of satisfaction.  I realized he was coming 
inside me and giggle again as I concentrated between my legs and tired 
to milk him with my pussy.

"Oh, sis, that's nice." He closed his eyes and moaned as I coaxed the 
last drops from him.  He bent down and kissed me again, and we frenched 
for another couple of minutes.

"I'm sorry." Brandon finally said as we both came down from our orgasmic 
highs.  He looked genuinely upset as he looked right into my eyes.  It 
took me a moment to realize what he was talking about and I could help 
but giggle.

"I'm on the pill silly." I laughed.  This was one time I was glad my 
mother was over protective.  I hadn't been very willing when she'd 
suggested the idea when I'd hit puberty, but she'd insisted.  Girls 
might not want to plan for sex, she'd said, but she didn't want to be a 
grandmother because I wanted to play innocent.  Of course even with 
that, she was plenty careful to steer me away from sex when she could, 
if she only knew what was going on upstairs right now, I smiled.

Brandon just laughed at that and rolled gently off me.  I cuddled up to 
him and we just lay there like that and basked the after glow for a bit.  
I could hardly believe I'd just been fucked, or how wonderful it had 
been.  I understood a lot more about the world right then, but just let 
myself enjoy snuggling up against my stepbrother.  I was so comfortable 
I hardly felt myself drift off to sleep as my fatigue caught up with me 
and I closed my eyes in Brandon's arms.

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