First Experience With My Brother

It was late when mom picked me up for my visit. I sat between her and my brother in the cab of her small pickup truck. It was dark, and since we had a couple hours until we were home, I closed my eyes to try and sleep. I leaned over and laid my head against my big brother. He didn’t seem to mind. He just wrapped his arm around me and settled in for the ride. It felt so nice cuddling with him, I immediately fell asleep.

Awhile later I woke up as he shifted next to me. I kept my eyes closed and tried going back to sleep. He reached over and grabbed my hand that was resting on his leg and slowly slid it over. Moving it right on top of his zipper. I could feel the heat coming from his lap, and literally felt him throbbing with each heartbeat. I got scared and moved my hand away, back onto my lap. I knew enough to know what he had under there.

After a few minutes, he reached over and grabbed my hand again. This time he held it on his lap, just barely applying any pressure. I looked up and the dash lights softly lit his face. He looked down at me and quietly whispered “please?” His eyes pleading with me. Luckily mom had the stereo on, so she didn’t hear.

I left my hand there and just closed my eyes again. Soon he started slowly moving his hips up, pushing himself into my hand. I swear I even heard him groan. He couldn’t move much or mom would have noticed, so he just barely moved his hips back and forth, grinding against my hand harder and harder.