This is a true story that happened between my brother and me when we were young. I remember it as if it were today, and indescribable sensations of pleasure come over me, and often, when I remember what happened, I even play a sirika and cum intensely. Today I’m 38 years old, I’m married, I have a son, and I often remember what I’m about to tell you even when I’m lying in bed next to my husband. I’ve never told anyone what happened between my brother and me that afternoon, about twenty-five years ago. But let’s get to the facts.
I, Luísa (that’s my real name), was about thirteen to fourteen years old. I was a slightly overweight girl, a bit “chubby”, as they used to say, but with small breasts and a well-proportioned ass. She provoked looks from my brother, as I had noticed several times, although I didn’t show it. Carlos, my little brother, as I affectionately called him, was about two years older than me.
He was a slim boy, of medium height, a little shy – I thought so – compared to his schoolmates. Sometimes, when we sat on the floor to listen to music on the old record player (remember that I’m talking about more than twenty years ago), Carlos would stand with his legs slightly ajar, so that I, from my corner, could see his cock showing between the folds of his shorts.
I don’t know if he did it on purpose or not. In addition, at other times, when I was going to put a painting on the wall, for example, Carlos would approach me from behind and put his slightly swollen member (I could feel it…) against my ass. All very delicately, very “by chance”, if you know what I mean… I’d peek out of the corner of my eye and let him lean in a little, then pull back without saying anything.
Well then (and the reader is probably already impatient to know what prompted this story). One day, Carlos invited me to go and see a movie at a cinema in a neighboring district, because where we lived there was neither a cinema nor a bar. I found the invitation somewhat unusual, as we had rarely been to the movies together, and even then with mutual friends. Ah, if I’d only known what I was in for!
Having accepted the invitation – it was a Sunday, a four o’clock showing – we got on the bus and went off, chatting about small things, family stuff, nothing too important. If I’m not mistaken, we arrived a little late, the screening had already started. We sat towards the end of the screening room, in two armchairs, where no one was around, because the cinema wasn’t full, there were lots of empty seats.
Well, after about fifteen minutes, for no reason at all, Carlos slipped his arm over the back of my armchair, resting his hand lightly on my right shoulder. I didn’t think it was a big deal, and continued to pay attention to the movie, which was about a bunch of teenagers lost in a forest, with some well-dressed guys and hot cheerleader-type girls, typical characters from those American movies made for “teen” audiences. As the movie went on, my brother began to slowly lower his hand over my breast, very “unintentionally”.
I was surprised, but a feeling of distrust and fear, but very pleasurable, took hold of me. I didn’t dare make a move. Carlos continued to stare at the screen, as if nothing was happening. He settled down a little in the armchair and, as if by chance, his hand slid to the nipple of my breast. He slowly began to caress it. I was overcome by a delicious sensation, and the nipples of my breasts (both of them, of course!) swelled. Neither of us said anything, we pretended to be paying close attention to what was happening on the screen, and yet… what was about to happen was much better than any dirty movie!
Noticing my silence – he who keeps quiet consents, don’t they say? – Carlos (did I mention that I thought he was shy?) went a little further and began to massage my nipple, rubbing it lightly back and forth. (When I think about it, I start to feel horny…). I could already feel my panties getting wet. I made a slight movement with my body, pretending I was adjusting myself better in the armchair, to disguise it. Taking advantage of this, Carlos put his hand on my breast, now without any subtlety. I sighed, it was inevitable.
Noticing my barely concealed embarrassment, my brother guided my left hand up his pants, close to his member, which – I could feel with a mixture of satisfaction and surprise – was hard. He slid my hand over his cock, over his pants, and I could see that it was not very long, but thick. At that point, I was already wet, and I could feel my brother’s member throbbing between my fingers. He began to move my hand in slow back and forth movements, as if he were playing a handjob. But I was giving him a handjob! And I was really enjoying it!
I didn’t make any movements that weren’t led by Carlos. He, already more eager (at first, I noticed a certain nervousness), didn’t hesitate to slip his hand under my blouse, and began to caress my breasts – now both of them – and I, as always, wasn’t wearing a bra (I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it, but my breasts aren’t very big). He squeezed my breasts with his right hand, while with his left he unbuttoned the fly of his jeans and slipped my left hand under his underwear. I noticed that he was already a bit wet, and when he made me hold his cock and stroke it back and forth, from the root to the swollen, throbbing glans, I could feel that he was about to cum!
Then the inevitable happened. We could no longer pretend that nothing was happening. Carlos left me jerking him off – of course I didn’t remove my hand! – and with his free left hand he slipped it under my skirt, slowly traversing my thigh and forcing his way into my pussy, which, by now, I could feel was swollen and, if I knew correctly, a little red!
Needless to say, at thirteen, I was still a virgin! Well then, Carlos began to insert his index finger into the entrance to my crack, without sticking it in too deep, otherwise he would de-virginize me right there (that would happen some time later, but that’s another story). Then he stuck his middle finger in too, but always carefully, and started massaging my labia minora… I was already completely wet, and I involuntarily moved forward so that he could penetrate further. What a delight, I can hardly remember, when, a minute or two after that massage, I came twice or three times (they must have been multiple orgasms), as I had never done when masturbating in the bathroom.
My brother, with his cock out of his pants and my hand stroking it, came profusely a few seconds later. I felt that viscous cum run down my fingers and soak the carpet of the movie theater…
A few minutes later, already satiated, and without saying a word, he kissed me tenderly on the tongue, as if to thank me for the gift I had given him. But I was delirious, wanting to give myself to him right there, to give him everything, to lose my cock to him!
Finally, we left the cinema, coinciding with the end of the movie (which I hadn’t paid the slightest attention to), with the other spectators, as if nothing had happened.
We didn’t say a word until we got home and each went to do something in our room. Nobody knew anything, of course.
On other occasions, we’d get up to mischief again, which I’ll tell you about in the next few stories. We never talked about the episode in the movie theater. We only witnessed the cum stains on the red carpet…
