He took my hand and guided it to his cock and wrapped my hand around it. I looked into the dark and saw his cock slip out of his boxer shorts. I was getting a real indoctrination fast. I had never seen a man before much less touched one. When my eyes opened, he said now it was his turn. I was clamped on to my brother’s hand and he was stroking my clit very gently bringing me down from my high. I had never felt one this huge and hot before. I sighed deeply and squeezed my legs together tightly on his hand as a raging orgasm filled my body. After a few minutes I relaxed and began to buck against his hand. I couldn't believe how erotic it was to have someone else touch me. He gently slid his hand under my panties and guided his middle finger into my very wet pussy. He whispered, don't stop now, you seem so close. I was shaking with fright at the thought that he was going to tell mother.
That first night I yanked my hand out of my panties. We truly belong to each other in a way that is hard to describe. Our love for each other eclipse any normal love between brother and sister. Richard and I have this incredible relationship. I was so close to an orgasm that I didn't hear him come in my room. He had caught me with my fingers buried in my mound.
I was thirteen the first time my brother Richard touched me. She has been so gracious to share it with us. This is her personal story that has gone untold for a number of years. I want to thank her for her contributions that made this story possible. This story is based on the true experiences of Fun Girl. I was thirteen the first time my brother Richard touched me
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