Family First
Laurisa Sloane
Published by Laurisa Sloane at Smashwords
Copyright 2012 Laurisa Sloane
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When we were younger, I was closer to my stepbrother Jack than I was to almost anyone else. We did almost everything together but once we went through puberty he spent more time with the boys I spent more time with my girlfriends, becoming less of a tomboy and eventually filled out into an attractive young woman.
At least, that’s what guys told me. I had found myself more interested in my girlfriends than the boys who they talked about at sleepovers. I managed to make it through until high school before people started questioning why I was constantly turning down dates with the most popular and attractive boys and by then it didn’t matter since we were all off to college anyway.
Jack and I went to schools across the country. We would spend time together when we visited our parents but we had grown apart, rarely finding time to spend together and with so little in common that there was no point anyway.
With both of us at college, our parents decided to sell their old house and move into a two-bedroom condo. That’s when the trouble began. While we were normally never there, on holidays Jack and I would both come home. We would rotate who took the couch and who took the spare room and it worked out well enough.
This weekend we were both due home and I ended up in town and home before him and before our parents made it home from work. Since the condo was empty, I decided to take advantage of that. Our parents had a huge Jacuzzi in their bathroom and I had learned years ago that if I aligned myself properly, I could use the jets to rush water over my clit, leading to intense orgasms. I filled the tub and got in, putting my legs up over the side. I leaned back and closed my eyes, feeling the stream run over my most sensitive areas. It built up slowly inside of me and I allowed my body to draw the pleasure out. When I would get close I would shift a little bit to one side and let my body cool off before resuming the fun.
After about ten minutes, I gave in and allowed myself to climax. Even though the jets were loud, I tried to stay quiet. I wasn’t sure who else was home and didn’t want to let anyone in on my activities. My orgasm was deep and intense. I clenched my jaw and pushed my hands against the tub. I could feel my forehead crease as I squeezed my already closed eyes shut as tightly as I could.
When I opened my eyes I snapped back to reality: Jack was standing there watching me. Over the noise of the jets I hadn’t heard him open the bathroom door and come in. He was holding his dick in his hand, masturbating while watching me. I had been completely unaware but that didn’t seem to bother him. In fact, he seemed to be enjoy that. I sat there shocked for a minute, not knowing what to do and then moved as quickly as I could to cover myself up.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” I yelled it at him.
Jack seemed in a trace but my words snapped him out of it. Instead of answering me his eyes got big and his face drained of all color. He shoved himself back into his pants and left the room as quickly as he could.
I got out of the tub and dried myself off. I was completely unsure of how to deal with the situation. I wasn’t sure if I should pretend that it didn’t happen or confront him. I decided that it would be best to just pretend that it didn’t happen. Nothing was going to come of it anyway and we may as well just go on without any awkward negativity between us. We hardly saw each other anyway so there was no point in dwelling on it. Besides, in a week we would be back across the country from each other.
I stood up and opened the door. I was wrapped in my towel still and went down the hallway to get my bag. Jack was sitting on the couch watching TV.
“You can have the bedroom this time, Laura.” He said without looking away from the TV.
“Thanks Jack,” I said softly. “It’s good to see you again.” I didn’t want to lead him on and let him think that his activities were appreciated but I did want to move on.
He looked at me and seemed confused.
“You too…”
The next few days were boring. We mostly steered clear of each other. We didn’t have much in common anymore and he spent most of his time out with his friends who had stayed in town to go to college. They weren’t old enough to go to bars yet but they had parties and got rowdy. I mostly stayed in and caught up on schoolwork or read the novels that my mother kept around the house. For every two books that I had heard of, she had five romance novels. I enjoyed reading them and had all through my teenage years. The one that I was reading right now was about a woman who was saved from a castle from a farmhand.
I must have fallen asleep with the book in my hands. I woke up to Jack shaking my shoulder slightly.
“Laura, you’re sleeping on the couch and you should be in your bed.” Jack was drunk and was trying his hardest to be serious.
“Sorry Jack,” I said with a yawn. I pushed myself up and rubbed my eyes. “Did you have fun tonight?”
“Yeah, do you want me to help you to bed?”
“No, it’s okay. Have a good night.” I stood up and started towards my room.
“Laura,” Jack began, “you’re so hot. When did you get so hot?”
I felt my cheeks burn. I had hoped that we could drop the whole situation after the first incident but it appeared that Jack wanted to keep it going.
“Don’t be gross Jack,” I said as I walked toward my room.
“You’re never curious?” He was moving towards me.
“Of what? Having sex with my stepbrother?” He was right behind me then. I could feel his presence but didn’t want to turn to face him.
“Of having sex with a man, Laura.” He was on me, the words whispered into my ear. His hands reached over my shoulders from behind: one grabbing my breast while the other ran down my stomach towards my pelvis.
“Jack, stop it!” I tried to push him away but he was bigger than me – stronger than me.
“Come on, you’re never curious about whether I could make you feel like your girlfriends?”
“Jack, you’re my stepbrother. We love each other but not like that. Please let me go to sleep.”
“I’m just playing, Laura.” He let go of me and laughed as I slammed the door behind me.
I lay down in bed and thought about what had just happened. Even though I wasn’t normally interested in men, I had to admit that Jack was a fine specimen. He was tall and muscular from years of sports. His blond hair was short and complimented his blue eyes and strong jaw. He had a bit of stubble since he never bothered to shave it all the way down. His lips were full and almost feminine. His touch was firm and strong.
I had never noticed how attractive I found him and I couldn’t help the little bit of moisture that I could feel seeping out of me. Between his touch a few minutes ago and catching him watching me a few days before, I could feel something stir inside of me.
I got up, walked to the door, and opened it as quietly as I could. He was sitting on the couch, wearing headphones and watching something on his laptop. Knowing that he had the headphones on, I moved toward him. As I got closer, I realized that he was watching porn and getting himself off. Instead of turning and moving away, I stood behind him and took it all in.
His cock was big and he was working it well. The scene he was watching was girl on girl and I couldn’t help but wonder if he was imagining me and one of my girlfriends instead of the actresses. Between him jerking off and the girl on girl that he was watching, I could feel the slight wetness in my panties growing as I got more turned on.
Jack was right; I had wondered what sex with a man was like. I had never bothered to experiment and had never even really seen a man touch himself this closely before. I was curious and watched him for a few minutes. I liked that he didn’t know I was there and could understand why he had stood watching me. Since he was unaware of my presence, I decided to return the favor and touch myself without his knowledge.
I pulled the hem of my shorts open and stuck my fingers down towards my lips. They were getting wetter every second that went by. I took some of my natural lubricant and started to rub my clit. I made a V shape with my fingers and put one on each side and moved them up and down. I alternated between watching him stroking himself and watching the girls eating each other out in their 69. His hard cock was throbbing and he leaned back, his mouth open in ecstasy. I thought that he had reached his peak but he hadn’t. He was taking his time just like I did in the bath.
He didn’t have time to close his mouth before seeing me. His eyes widened and he pulled his headphones off. He whipped his head around, unsure of what was happening behind him. I held my finger to my mouth, silently letting him know not to say anything as I climbed over the back of the couch.
Sitting sideways, facing him, I lifted my ass and slid my shorts off. I spread my legs and showed him my wet pussy. He stared at it hungrily as I opened the lips fully and exposed my tight hole. With my other hand I reached down and inserted a finger. I brought it out, glistening with my wetness and offered it to him.
He reached out and took my hand. I had thought that he would be quick to taste me but he took his time. He looked me in the eyes as he brought my hand close to his mouth. He rested my hand against his lips, closing his eyes as he opened his mouth slightly around my moist finger. His tongue moved out of his mouth and he used it to draw my finger in. He began to circle it around my finger before gently moving his head back.
Right before he removed it he opened his eyes again. They found mine and I could see the desire pulsing behind them.
“Laura, if you don’t want to do this… I don’t want you to do something that you’re uncomfortable with.” His concern contrasted his earlier outburst and made me shy. I lowered my eyes.
“I want to know what it’s like.”
He reached out and lifted my chin. He angled his head so our eyes were matched completely.
“Are you sure?” His eyes were locked on mine.
“I trust you, Jack. I have known you longer than anyone else in my life. You’re the only man I can imagine myself being with.” As I said this, I realized how true it was. After all the years of us being so close, even across the country, I loved him in ways that I had never loved anyone else.
“All these years… I never thought I would have you. I’ve wanted you for so long and now I get to be your first.” He stood up and leaned down, lifting me under my knees and shoulders. “I want to do this right. Not on the couch.”
I put my arms around his shoulders and let him carry me to the bedroom.
He sat me down in the chair beside the bed and began to make it nicely. He smoothed out all the sheets and got a few of the spare pillows that were stocked in the closet. I watched him, both nervous and certain that I was making the right decision. This was the boy I grew up with, the boy who had wanted me for so long while I was completely oblivious to his longing. As I watched him I thought of how naturally I had given my consent and wondered if I had wanted him, without knowing, for a long time, too.
He looked over at me and smiled.
“It took me a long time to come to terms with wanting you. We grew up together and I have always considered you to be my sister. I have thought about this often since then. I want this to be perfect for you.”
My heart skipped a beat when he said that. I didn’t think that it would be like this with a man. I had always assumed that they would be rough and fast, not considering what I wanted. Jack seemed to be the opposite of that.
He came back around to where I was sitting and held out his hands. I took them and he guided me up. He walked me over to the bed and I climbed on and lay down. He sat with his legs over the side looking at me. I started to lift my shirt but he moved my hands.