My name is Betty. A name for an old lady living in the countryside somewhere, if you ask me. My older brother Brenden used to call me Babe. When I was born, he was three and pronouced my name as “Baby” instead of Betty. Eventually it turned into everyone calling me that, and then it fell short to just Babe. My mom stopped calling me that when my father died though when I was seven. My brother stopped calling me Babe when he was thirteen and realized how inappropriate it might sound to others.
As I said, my father died when I was seven. My mother then put all of her focus, energy, and time into her work (she’s a lawyer). She wouldn’t let herself slow down, I think out of fear she’d finally have to let herself grieve and deal with daddy’s death. So my brother Brenden took care of me. He’s nineteen now and I just turned sixteen. He’s more than a brother to me, he’s my best friend, a substitue dad, he’s the only person I’ve ever completely trusted because he knows exactly what we’ve been through as a family.
Since he’s left for college in the beginning of the fall semester, I barely see him anymore. But he’s home now for winter break and I can’t wait to spend time with him.
“Hey little sister, what’s up?” Brenden asks as he plops down on the couch next to me.
“Nothing…” I look away from him and hold back some tears. I’m obviously upset, and it doesn’t take him long to notice.
“What’s wrong?” He presses. I look at him with his dark blond hair, grey eyes, and lean body. He has a swimmer’s body. And he’s tall. He must have a million girls chasing him at college.
“It’s…my boyfriend. Or should I say my ex-boyfriend.”
“Uh-oh. Boy trouble…” He tries to give me a teasing smile. “Want me to kick his ass? What’d he do?”
“Nothing. It’s me!” I can’t help but let a tear escape from my eye. “We’ve been going out for almost a year and he’s been pressuring me to…you know. But I can’t get myself to.”
“What?!” Brenden looks taken aback. “Pressuring you to have sex? Where is he? WHO is he?”
“It’s not his fault Bren,” I tell my brother. “I’ve wanted to, it’s just going to be my first time and I’m scared. I’m scared that he might not be the right one. I like him but I don’t love him. I want it to be with someone I love and completely trust.” I lean over and put my head on his shoulder like I used to do when we were little. We sat in silence for a moment breathing at the same pace. I started feeling warm, and noticed the way he flinched a little each time my well developed breasts pressed into his well-toned chest.
Brenden shifted on the couch. He looked uncomfortable.
“Maybe you should wait until mom gets home to talk to her about this…” He says awkwardly. “But don’t ever do anything you aren’t ready to do.”
“That’s it?” I pull away from him and jump up. “That’s all you have for me? No advice? No suggestion? Just good luck and go ask mom who’s never around to be bothered with me in the first place?” I turned and ran upstairs to my room.
Brenden came up after me to make sure I was alright.
“Hey,” he says coming into my room and sitting next to me on my bed. “I’m sorry. I don’t want you to think I don’t care.” He pets my blond hair affectionetly. “Come on Babe, don’t be mad at me.” He calls me the name he did when we were kids. He knows I’ll forgive him.
“I’m just scared Brenden. I mean not that it will hurt. I’ve been playing with myself for a couple of years, I even have some dildos.” I take a chance that we’re close enough where I can share this with him and he won’t run. “But I’m scared to have my first real time with someone that I don’t love, and who doesn’t love me back.”
“Then wait.” He says simply. “You’re worth the wait Betty. If that boyfriend of yours can’t see how special you are then forget him! He doesn’t deserve you. You have to wait for the right person, promise me. I love you, and I want you to remember your first time as being special.” He leans forward and kisses my cheek. He pulls back slightly but his face is still close to mine. I have the sudden urge to kiss him. I want to kiss him, pull him close, tell him I haven’t found anyone special yet because I’m in love with him…in love with my own brother! What am I thinking?
But I kiss him anyways. And it felt too right to be wrong. It was the best kiss I’ve ever had. And he kisses me back. He reaches up for my face and kisses me harder. And then im pressed into him, I feel his cock growing harder. I push him back onto my bed and lay on top of him, grinding against his big, hard cock. His hands go for my ass. He squeezes it and then pulls me harder into him. We’re grinding and it feels so good. It feels so good that I moan and reach for his zipper.
“Wait!” He pushes me off and I feel hurt by the rejection, forgetting this is my own brother. “What the fuck are we doing? We can’t do this…you’re my sister!”
“And I love you.” I tell him, my eyes pleading that he won’t stop. “Breden you’re the only guy I can trust, the only one I love. I want it to be you, I need you. Please don’t let this scare you. Don’t you love me?”
“Of course,” he says, sitting up now. “I love you more than anything in this world Bet. But I can’t do this to you, it wouldnt be right. You’re just confused-“
“NO! I’m not! I love you Brenden! I want you to make love to me! I need you!” I guide my hand across his jeans. “And by the feel of it, you need me too.”
“I do,” he admits with a little hesitation. “I’ve always thought you were attractive, and I feel closer to you than I ever will to anyone else.”
“Then take my virginity Brenden. It’s yours, all of it, all of me. Take me. I need you. You’ve always been there for me.”
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Stay tuned for Part Two. See if this stays all in the family.
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