Brian and Brianna – Chapter One

“Hey, Bubba, whatcha watching?” my fourteen year old twin sister asked as she came bounding into the living room, flopping down on the couch beside me. She has called my Bubba since we were able to talk.

“Nothing… not a thing on except soaps and court TV.” I continued flipping through the channels for a few more minutes before giving up and handing her the remote. She flipped through them as well, but couldn’t find anything interesting either.

“Hey, can you keep a secret?” she asked with a little gleam in her beautiful blue eyes.

“That depends… is it gonna get me in trouble?” I teased.

“Well, maybe, and maybe not if you can keep quiet about it.”

I thought for a second before answering, “Yeah, I think I can. What?”

Brianna said, “Katie gave me something to stash away until she can sneak back into her dad’s closet to put it back. She almost got busted yesterday when her dad came home early. I had no idea what she was doing or where she went.” Katie was Brianna’s best friend since she moved into the area about three years ago.

“So… what is it then?” Now my curiosity was piqued, particularly since it was something that she almost got ‘busted’ for.

“Oh, you might like this one,” she retorted before dashing off to be her room. A few minutes passed before she came back flashing a DVD at me, and then she sat down next to me handing me the dirty little secret.

I looked at the cover and title realizing real quick that it was a porn DVD, with at least 10 scenes on both sides of the cover. “Holy shit!! This was in her dad’s closet?” I was stunned! Not only did my sister include me in this little secret, but she was handing me the evidence of it too!

“Yup! Katie says he’s got boxes of porn magazines and movies stashed away. I’ve never seen one, so I thought maybe we could watch it now, if you’re interested.”

Interested? Hell yeah I was interested. I’ve never seen a naked woman, not even in Playboy or Penthouse yet. Not that I haven’t tried; it’s just that an opportunity hasn’t come up yet. I looked up from the DVD to my sister who was anxiously awaiting my answer. Then I looked over to the clock calculating how much time we had before our parents were scheduled home from work, counting as much as at least two hours of ‘free’ time. “Sure! Why not?”

She took the plastic box from me and proceeded to put it in the DVD player, grabbing the correct remote for it before sitting down next to me again. After a few moments of it whirring up, the screen was blasted by a very sexy woman in a very low cut shirt staring back at me with her breasts pressed together showing a massive amount of cleavage.

My sister and I have always had a close, loving relationship, but we’ve not seen each other nude since we were kids. I haven’t even seen her in her underwear since she started wearing a bra, but she has seen me in mine as that’s pretty much all I wear when sleeping, and she’s had to wake me up a few times for school. However, this moment was just a little awkward because I’ve never known Brianna to be outwardly interested in something as naughty as this, and here we were about to watch some of the naughtiest scenes I’ve ever encountered.

Brianna pressed ‘Play’ and sat back kicking her shoeless feet up on top the coffee table. She still wore her cutesy white socks, which made her calves look that much more attractive. Her bare thighs added another level of beauty to her long legs, capped with her orange shorts. The weather hadn’t dropped yet this school year, so we changed into clothes left over from summer when we got home in the afternoons. She had on a tee-shirt that looked to be a little too small as her bra covered breasts seemed like they were about to poke through the worn material. I guess I hadn’t noticed that my sister really was quite the attractive young lady that she apparently had become overnight. How did I miss that?

I returned my attention back to the television when the scene faded in from black. The sound quality was really poor as you can hear the birds chirping outside of the bedroom set. This particular scene came bearing in on a woman, maybe 18 or 19, apparently still asleep in bed with the covers mostly thrown off of her body. She was wearing a tee-shirt twisted around her upper body, and her butt was to the ceiling, covered in black lace as she laid face down. A few moments later and she stirred, moving her arm that was closest to the camera so that her hand was under her pelvis. A moment later and she was slowly starting to hump her hand.

This intrigued me because I had no idea that girls play with themselves, let alone how. As it is, I only started jacking off about a year ago, which took the previous year to figure out how when I kept getting spontaneous erections. I don’t think my sister has even tried playing with herself, but what do I know? It’s not like I’m just going to ask her… or would now be the right opportunity to ask?

“Bree, what is she doing?”

Without looking away she answered, “I think she’s masturbating? I’m not sure. That’s not how I do it.”

A moment of realization hit us both like a Mack truck. For her it was admitting that she masturbated, and for me it confirmed that she did indeed do it too. She turned to look at me with her face turning all shades of reds, “Oh my god. I can’t believe I just told you that. I’m so embarrassed.”

I just smiled and returned my attention back to the scene. Now the actress was blatantly and vigorously humping her hand, even moaning out loud now. As the scene continued, I realized that maybe this wasn’t such a good idea because now my own shorts were showing evidence that I was getting turned on. I shifted around to make it less uncomfortable, unsuccessfully, but I caught my sister’s attention because of it.

She looked to my crotch and her eyes got real big. I was busted and we both knew it. “This is having an effect on you, huh? Does it hurt when you get big like that?” she inquired.

“Sort of. Mostly it’s just uncomfortable in this position.”

“What do you do when it gets like that in order for it to be comfortable?” She genuinely was curious.

Since she was being genuine, I decided not to fib and answered, “I have to shift it around so that it doesn’t go down my leg.”

After a few moments she asked, “So why don’t you do it then if it’s that uncomfortable? I won’t tell anyone. I mean, who am I gonna tell anyway?”

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna make you feel this is weird or anything.” I liked how we could be so open and honest with each other, and I didn’t want to ruin it because I was getting horny.

“Bubba… come on! It’s me! You have every right to be comfortable, and that thing looks like it’s about to rip your shorts. Go ahead. I won’t mind.”

I shrugged and dipped my hand into my shorts to roll my penis so that it pointed toward my left pocket, which felt a lot better. She glanced back to my crotch when I was done and added, “I meant that if you need to take it out, it won’t bother me. I know how stuff like this can get a guy all worked up, and mom did tell me that when a guy gets like that, the only real solution is for him to, you know… take care of it one way or another.”

“Mom told you that?” I muttered to myself more than anything.

“Uh-huh,” she answered without taking her attention from the action on the screen, which now the woman was on her back with her hand vividly inside her panties. “I was helping her with the laundry about a year ago and I noticed some crusty stuff on your boxers, so I asked her about it. She said that you probably had a wet dream, and that’s when she explained some things about boys and their ‘needs’. She also told me that masturbating was perfectly natural and that’s why neither of us has said anything to you about your underwear.