My first time - a love story

There's a day when you wake up and the doll is no longer your desired companion, and toys begin giving way to books and novels or a notebook that turns into a diary and becomes a confidant of feelings not yet clearly defined within us. The mirror was already showing me something I'd heard in the school hallways... - Oh, my God. - What a lovely girl! - What a butt! - I nursed her for three days... Unbeknownst to me, my hormones were at work on me, in my female body, giving me something that boys seemed to want very much: curves and contours of a woman, defined buttocks, beautiful breasts, skin, silky hair... But besides this, my hormone also gave me something I'd never dealt with before: a secret desire! My romantic diary thus accompanied the often cool phrases I heard, confessing a certain vanity of knowing that so many boys desired me, that even I was noticed by resolute men with malicious looks flirting with me, and also wrote down what always came to my mind about all these guys. What the hormones were doing to me was very different from what they did to boys, which is that they still looked like retarded children and acted more childishly as idiots only more out of control so it's natural for me to focus my attention on older guys who seemed to be at a much higher level in tune with how I felt or thought about life and reflected upon things in the world. I'd like to spend a few extra minutes in the mirror, picking out paint color or lipstick or which hairstyle would make my face stand out more. Or choosing clothes that highlighted my bust and butt. And then go out with friends looking for new adventures It was fun to spend an afternoon teasing the boys, who seemed even more insecure than we were and could barely break away from the group in order to talk with me. The conversations were almost always the same, ranging between school, sports, clothes and other subjects that didn't interest me much because as time went on I felt like a woman all over again, eager for adventure. One day, I was listening to a conversation between my brother and a very close friend of mine who often visited me at home. It frightened me because he said some profound things that moved me with his intelligence and reasoning ability, but she didn't seem too interested in the conversation either due to immaturity or alienation on her part, nor did it interest him as she could not keep up with what they were talking about. When we got back home, it certainly went into the diary. And that was interesting, because I had never seen him like this before -- he's handsome and smart, a second-year engineering student who speaks fluent English and is learning German, but of course being my older brother, I have so much affection and admiration for him that the other innermost feeling has never been perceived by me and blossomed in such an overwhelming way. Following my usual routine, I then made sure to write down every day everything he did, all that I liked about him and a lot of things that I would like to tell him so it becomes even more interesting. It seemed to have a magical effect because I hardly really talked with him, maybe even ashamed of this feeling that was coming up but he changed a little bit everyday as if listening to these feelings in me. I started now to enjoy going wherever he went, chatting with all his friends and girlfriends and out of the corner of my eye spying on my brother. He had a girlfriend that I hated because she was arrogant and self-serving. And I said when I finished high school as I'm in senior year I would do engineering like him and he encouraged me by teaching me maths even though I was doing pre-prep but I used it to get closer to him giving physics and mathematics lessons for me He grew more handsome and virile every day, and I couldn't help noticing it and writing down each detail in my diary. One day in the pool at home, I lay next to him on a lounge chair. We talked about his relationship and he told me that she wasn't very reliable because he had heard of some parties where she went without telling him, then it interested me and gave reason, agreeing and saying that also did not trust her, so I started getting more comfortable and when I took off my beach thong, being only bikini, noticed a volume emerging from inside his sunga, which soon disconnected and left. I couldn't wait to come over and write it down in my diary, confessing that not only was he excited about the scene, but so was I. Excited by this game of seduction. As time went on, my brother became closer and closer to me at mealtimes, accompanying me wherever I was going and becoming more inquisitive or teaching school subjects by asking a number of questions about myself and telling more things about what he was experiencing and feeling. Of course when he did so, I enjoyed it and felt increasingly comfortable wearing lightweight clothing such as shorts, an open-toed blouse with no bra showing off the breasts because I wanted him to notice that I looked attractive. And that was bringing us closer together, and I felt really good about it. In the groups we went to, you could barely talk with other people; they seemed distant while just having a conversation between one another would suffice. The pages of the diaries began to have a few notes about other boys, and increasingly more about my brother. Without realizing it, I was liking him, really falling in love. I didn't want him as a boyfriend, but his presence beside me was different and sweeter than that of other guys. I felt better, lighter, confident and full of life when he came and talked with me; I felt filled by his voice. One day, he came in all excited to talk about something that he had accomplished and gave me a big hug -- that he'd gotten the best grade of his class on some very difficult engineering course. At the same time I could feel my boobs pecking at my shirt and it was kind of creepy; I became even more confused because now I was getting chills when he touched me, and then he just kept touching and embracing me until one day, right around my 18th birthday, our house filled with friends from my little birthday party and we were having fun while he held me tightly. But I felt that inside his trousers something was boiling, the same volume behind the sunga which had seen other day in the pool. - I need you to help me... come with me quickly. We ran and we came to a place in our house that was really big, had this huge backyard where no one could see us or hear us. - And under a huge almond tree, all leafy and said I want your kiss as my birthday present... He went and kissed my face with respect. - That's a brotherly kiss... I want so much more than that! The second kiss caught me hard, now with his mouth glued to mine and tongues exchanging saliva. He hugged me tightly, almost pulling me off the floor, and we let our mouths and languages explain to each other what we wanted. I don't know how long we stood there looking for one another but soon we heard that friends invited from our private little party were calling us. We looked into each other's eyes for a long time, and then we had another short but strong kiss. And we went back to our group, sang "Happy Birthday", My diary recorded not only that, but everything I wanted to do with him -- his skin and the way he smelled and how his hair grew, his arms squeezing me tightly, and most of all, the burning sensation we both clearly felt at that moment. Now the eyes were more complicit, we kept staring at each other both at home and away from friends' houses, our mouths would meet whenever possible but he was still seeing his girlfriend so it made me jealous. But we already knew what was going to happen between us, and now we were just waiting for the right opportunity. The first morning we realized that we were alone at home because my parents had gone to visit my uncle, we rushed into his room and started kissing once again. We would certainly stay like this for a long time, but this time I took the initiative. My hand went down to her bermuda shorts and squeezed willingly on her penis. He looked frightened, but then he settled himself, unbuttoning it and taking off the Bermuda Shirt. I helped him take it off, and I was looking all puffy underwear. - Is that really what you want? He and I both knew it was, but I went on: - It'll be my first time, I always wanted to go with you. - I know that. - What do you mean, it's over? - Your diary told me... ever since I realized you had one, I've been spying and seeing that everything you were feeling was the same as what I felt too. I said, "You son of a bitch... reading my diary"... but I'm super happy that you broke up with this slut who never gave it to you and doesn't love you any more than I do. - Yes... and you already know that I get really hard when I see you! I just didn't want it to be all at once today. - Let's see what we can do... So I pulled his panties down and his dick jumped out, it was huge and thick and beautiful and perfect. And I acted on pure instinct to hold and squeeze, and he steered me the way that he wanted it to be. He took off his shirt, getting completely naked while I went wild with my hands in a handkerchief and then with my mouth into a delicious kiss. I sucked him frantically. He made fun of me fast and full in my mouth and his penis did not stop pouring shit that spread out and licked all over my face. I ended up swallowing some fuck, had never tasted it, it tastes like toilet water, and I confess to being frightened by seeing this and a little nauseous with the ingested sperm but he came with a towel and wiped my cheerful face off. I went into the bathroom to clean myself and brush my teeth to take away the taste. - I came back and said, "You're the only one having fun". Since I wasn't wearing a bra, the little bits of my breasts were already piercing through my shirt again. My arms went up and he pulled out his shirts leaving them to sway. He kissed each one caressing it and passing its hand. His mouth on my skin, especially in my breast, gave me delicious shivers. He hugged me tightly and sucked me just as I did with his stick. His hand went down my back and was lowering my shorts, taking me by the panties. He then slipped one leg between mine and kept rubbing it. At that moment I was completely wet and soaked with hard-on, and flowed through his legs. We stayed in this game of discovery for quite a while, and then he settled down on the bed to put me over him, and we started off with some delicious 69, so I went back to sucking that tasty dick again as his mouth attacked my xana. His fingers were already exploring my vagina, not yet penetrating but we knew that it wouldn't be long. He then turned around and lay down making me sit on his dick stretched out over the belly. I rolled up and felt this flesh rubbing against me while he was massaging my breasts and groin. It started a rhythmic back-and-forth game as she sat on his cock like he was inside of her, and before too long to see him mocking once again by spreading all his sperm into his stomach. Now he asks me to take the towel and clean everything, but I'd rather do something else better now without any nausea or disgust go with my mouth up his belly and start sucking on sperm licked in its stomach and umbilical cord now suckling and swallowing all your semen and at the end of cleaning, not forgetting give another tasty kiss him. - I'm asking, are we doing all right? - I think so... but the urge to put my dick inside you is great, but I'm out of condoms. - I want that too, but Mom and Dad are gonna be here any minute... and besides, I don't take pills. We hardly mentioned it and we heard their car coming, so we dressed quickly and went to our rooms. Now there was no chance for us to finish what we had started and look forward to the moment when my brother would go to a drugstore that same day to buy condoms. The next afternoon, the house was empty again; they went for a walk and to see a movie. Now we ran into my room and immediately threw away our clothes. He set me down on his bed with lots of pillows and cushions so that I was practically trapped there in the middle. Then he came over and kissed me from head to toe and warned me. - Now we're gonna fuck until the end. - I want to be fucked for real! He held the already very hard stick and brushed through my vulva, separating his lips with the head of the stick. He asked me to put on a condom - half awkwardly I was putting it in; he adjusted so that the tip of his head would be in just the right position for fitting into my cheekbones, looked at my eyes and in one swift, strong and precise stroke forced everything inside me by breaking open my hymen. That was the total fulfillment of every wish I had ever lived up to that moment... my brother, the person I most desired and loved, was possessing me entirely, losing his virginity with whom he truly loved. He was now thrusting hard and willingly, pulling and placing very quickly, hammering with will. I felt a delicious warmth rising up, and knew that this was my first orgasm. I gave a howl, grabbed him, who enjoyed it, also made fun of me and took his enjoyment out on me, too bad he was in condoms. So I asked him to take the penis from inside. I pulled back slowly so as not to lose its contents. The condom was completely full of sperm, lubricated by my juice and stained with blood of my irretrievably lost chastity. In a gesture of love I put the condom in my mouth and began to chew it, piercing the latex with my teeth, gradually feeling the taste of his sperm trickle down my throat, sipping every last drop of semen from my beloved. And then we spent a long time just kissing and cuddling, savoring every moment of that wonderful situation. I knew we were going to do it again for a very long time, as in fact it did happen, so I started taking the birth control pill daily because at each intercourse I wanted to feel his semen inside me, but time and commitments ended up pulling us apart, and our love vows faded away over time; he graduated from high school, got a job in another state and married, and I also went on to get my degree not in engineering but architecture and married an amazing man. But even today, after all this time, when I see him again... I cherish my delicious initiation into the world of sex. You hope you enjoyed this erotic tale?