A Night of Discovery Pt: 1

Hi, my name is Trisha. I’m a 23 yr old, natural blond, 5 foot six, 125 lbs. with nice, perky 36 b’s. I have always been a sexually experimental girl probably due to the sexual environment I grew up in. My parents had a very active sex life and it was a favorite pass time of my brother and I to lay in my room and listen to their very loud enjoyment of it almost nightly laughing and joking about it. From the age of twelve when my puberty kicked in and the laughing and joking became embarrassed arousement on my part and unmistakable erections on my brother’s part we became aware of each other’s bodies.

I guess it was a normal thing for siblings to think and wonder about having sex with each other. The loving bond between most brothers and sisters can easily spill over into sexual thoughts of the other. I knew I was attracted to my brother but other than the looks he gave me each time he became aroused while listening to my mom and dad he never indicated an interest in me. I am quite shy sexually but I always know I have an inner slut that I try my best to keep hidden even today. My mind is never far from something to do with sex. I began my secretive sexual fantasies when I got my first computer at age twelve and discovered online pornography.

It was then that I finally realized fully what the moans and squeals we always heard coming from my parents room late at night were. I began having fantasies about my father and I doing all the things I had seen online as I lay and listened to my mom’s passionate responses to their lovemaking. It was during one of those listening sessions that I felt a pulsing at my pussy, a feeling that demanded I touch it. My listening sessions took on a very different urgency from that night forward. I found it hard to look at boys that I liked without that pulsing beginning. Just seeing the large bulges at the crotches of my dad and brother brought on fantasy’s that had me rushing to the bathroom to fondle my newfound toy between my thighs, while thinking of their cocks in my mouth and pussy until I tensed in ultimate joy.

I soon graduated to finding all sorts of things to use as dicks to place in my soaked cunny. I am ashamed to admit that in a fit of tensing orgasm I lost my virginity to a hair brush handle. That did have the effect of slowing my fucking myself with things for a few weeks. For most all of my teen years my sex life consisted of vibrators and my hands. I did manage to indulge in fucking a few guys when we visited my dad’s sister and she assisted me in being seduced by her sons. It was never directly spoken of but it was plain that she set up situations where the three of us were left alone. The day we left she looked directly at me and said, “I hope you enjoyed yourself fully Trish, if you’d like to come stay during the summer break call and I’ll drive down and get you”, as she winked at me and smiled. I had never had anything in my ass until the day her sons sandwiched me between the two of them and drove me to a state of sexual insanity with their hard cocks. I worried until my period came that I might be pregnant so I never took her up on her invite. I always wondered if she was sexing them and if I had returned if the four of us would have slept in the same bed.

My parent’s enjoyment kept me masturbating through my early teen years. Occasionally on their more vocal nights my brother Steve would come to my room and listen with me until I could see his erection and he would leave I was sure to go masturbate himself. I always wondered if he thought of my mom like I thought of him and my dad. It was always those days when he came and listened with me that I found him in my mind as my hand slid into my panties. I could see his erection in my mind and the thought of him opening his pants and showing it to me always had me tensing hard.

Then one night right after I had turned eighteen he had come home from college for the summer. He attended out of state and I missed him terribly, we all did. When he walked in my room unexpectedly that day I flew to him and threw my arms around his neck and in my exuberance I kissed him directly on his lips. I was kissing him with excited happiness to see him but suddenly I realized that he was kissing me, not happy kissing me but passionately. My body instantly was afire as our tongues entwined and danced. I felt his hand on my ass pulling me against what I knew was his hard erection. My mind was being swept into a whirlpool of passion that had me hunching against him strongly.

Somewhere in another world and time I heard our dad calling to Steve. Steve heard him too and finally broke our kiss just as dad appeared at my door and said, “Come on son let’s go get a beer down at Sam’s now that you’re twenty one”. I could feel my face blushing as I wondered what dad had seen. I knew Steve didn’t want to leave me, knew he was as shocked as myself at the passion we both had just experienced. He had an apologetic look on his face as he stammered, “I, I, I’m sorry Trish, I didn’t mean, I mean…….we’ll talk when we get back… “, then his arms dropped and he said to dad, “Be right there dad”, as his eyes had a look of confused passion in them. Then he was gone.

I lay down on my bed and relived our kiss in my mind. I was hot, my pussy was clenching and releasing, my clit felt like it had a bass speaker pounding deep inside it. My emotions were torn knowing it was Steve that had me so aroused and craving sex, but there was no confusion that I felt love for him. My heart was pounding wildly and I wanted him in my arms more badly than anything ever before in my life. My mind became flooded with the memory of how he had always looked at me when he had an erection through the years and I had always thought he was thinking of sexing our mother. Now, after his kiss I wondered, could he have been going to his room and masturbating with me in his mind as I lay in my own bed playing with my pussy thinking of him?

I lay there as the minutes ticked by waiting for him to return. The minutes became hours and then around 10:00 P.M. I heard them laughing and stumbling in the door obviously drunk. I walked out into the hallway and watched as Steve struggled up the stairs and stumbled to his room and entered and shut the door. My mom came out of her bedroom wearing only her robe with the top button done up and hanging open showing her nudeness while saying, “And now he’s going to want to get kinky, drunk on his ass! Get up here you damn drunk. I hope you’re proud getting your son drunk on his ass”.

Dad just laughed and said,”I didn’t get him drunk he got me drunk. He was upset about something and said he couldn’t talk about it. Some girl I guess. I’ll be up in a minute, I gotta call somebody first, its Friday night you know!”

I went back to my room and lay down and shortly after I heard my mom’s moans begin. I knew why Steve was upset, our kiss, and what it conveyed and how wrong it was for them to feel what she knew they both wanted. I stripped nude and put on my robe. I was hungry so I went down to the kitchen and opened the fridge. As I was bent over looking through the drawers I felt arms wrap my waist and lift me upright. I turned quickly and saw Steve standing there weaving as he pulled at my ass to stabilize himself. He had on his robe and was nude under it like I was. He pulled me against him and the stench of beer gagged me as he began trying to kiss me again. “No, no Steve, don’t, you’re drunk”, I cried as I tried to push him away. He pulled me tighter against him and I felt his thick cock pressing against the bare skin of my stomach and his fat glans pressuring my clit.

“C’mon Trish let’s fuck. You know I want shour pushy. Yeah, yeah I know its bad, fuched up but hey you want it dontcha?”

I did want it and feeling him hardening between my thighs had my chest heaving and thrills racing from my mashed clit. But I didn’t want it with him drunk because I had to know that he really wanted me like I wanted him. If he had to get drunk to live with it then I knew we would both regret it. I didn’t want excuses for making love to him, I wanted to know he loved and desired me as I did him. No less, the consequences were too great. He pushed me hard up against the fridge and took his cock in his hand and began rubbing the head along my slit. God it was so hot, so big and it took everything I had to push him away and send him falling backwards into a chair behind him. He looked surprised and said, “Don hav to be a bisch about it sis juss wanted to giveya a good fushin, fush ya I’m goin ta bed”, as he rose unsteadily and stumbled away. I stood there with my pussy squeezing with a craving like none I had ever known deep inside me. My chest heaved and I had to hold my clit, pressure it hard as it throbbed so hard it was an ache inside me.

I again opened the fridge and opened the meat drawer and espied a long thick roll of summer sausage. I took the wrapper off and was reaching for the crackers when my gaze fell on the sausage and I thought damn, I imagine that looks like a long thick black man’s dick. It felt cold in my hand but my mind was now churning out ideas as I placed it in the microwave and heated it for thirty seconds and then squeezed it and found it nice and warm. My pussy was begging me to do it, to relieve the ache deep inside it with some stiff meat. I put it in my robes pocket and proceeded to my room as tears formed in my eyes at the way Steve had treated me like some common slut. I hated that he still had me aroused so deeply.

Returning to my room I lost no time spreading my thighs widely and pressing the sausage deep inside me. I was lying on my back nude listening to my mother’s oral expressions of pleasure while stroking my pussy with the long stiff sausage wishing Steve hadn’t gotten drunk. The memory of my brother’s dick pressed to my pussy, its fat thickness and extreme length affirming that the old adage of “Big feet equates to a big dick” was true. I had always chided my older brother Steve about his big feet. At age 15 he wore a size thirteen shoe and always had the cutest girls hanging around him. He was handsome like my dad and had a great physique which is why I found him in my mind a lot as I diddled myself through the years. Like my mom, my moans became louder and my body moved more excitedly as in my mind my brother pressed deeper in my young hungry cunt than anything had ever been before. I held pressure on the sausage as my hips hunched into it and I enjoyed the feel of my pussy being stretched as never before. I wondered if my dad’s cock was as long as my meaty lover’s or Steve’s was and that thought had me moaning loudly and cumming again. That orgasm left me exhausted and weak and I fell asleep lying there with it embedded in my pussy.

I don’t know how long I slept but it had to have been a few hours at least. When I awoke I lay there with eyes closed, thighs widely spread enjoying the feel of the sausage inside me. Soon I was again fucking myself as my mother’s cries became louder than I had ever remembered them. Her cries drove my own passion and I was just about to cross into heaven when I heard my brother’s voice say, “This would feel better I bet Trish!”, I quickly opened my eyes and there stood Steve staring at me, his hand stroking his stiff humongous cock.