I’m Her Brother From Another Mother

Eric and I had been friends since starting high school. Each of us had a younger sister, though his was four years younger and mine just three years my junior. His sister, Lynn, was slightly chubby, still carrying her baby fat in the fifth grade. My sister, Ann, was slim and athletic. Eric adored my sister and always tried spying on her when he was over at my house. I thought of helping him by drilling a peep hole between her room and mine, but never did.

Lynn had a major crush on me, and every time I was over at his house, his sister was hanging around me. Finally, after a few months of her sticking closer to me than my sweaty nutsack, she got her wish as I made out with her during a movie that she tagged along with us to see. It was amazing to have this young girl allowing my hands and fingers to roam over her as her brother sat on the other side of her. I was hooked! Eric didn’t mind that his best friend was groping his sister’s budding breasts and rubbing her chunky legs up under her shorts. He seemed to ignore us, but she was having a blast and I was as stiff as a teenage boy can get.

Over the next couple of years, Lynn and I would do just about everything from sneaking a feel while her parents weren’t watching to doing a 69 in my friend’s bed while I was over at his house waiting for him to get home from work. However, she and I never went all the way with intercourse. I racked it up to being nervous, but I later found out the truth – she was also too nervous to take the final step. It seemed that her brother, my best friend, had played a game called “Get Your Rocks Off” whereas she would lay beside him and they would mutually masturbate each other until orgasm. Of course, being a young girl, she wasn’t able to feel a real one, and my friend hadn’t been producing sperm at the time, so it was just to make each other feel good.