Michelle – Pool Party Pt 1 – Ch. 11

Hi, Michelle again. I just celebrated my thirty third birthday, but the stories I’m telling are from when I was just approaching fifteen, geeting ready to start my freshman year in high school.. The stories are all true, and I’m doing my best to tell them in the order in which they actually happened. (To the best of my memory.)
At the time, I was 5′ 5″ tall, and weighed 105 lbs. Medium length reddish blonde hair and blue-green eyes. My breasts had filled out to a nice, (although average), 36C. I had almost no waist, and a little tiny butt that my brother Ricky used to joke, “Looks like the ass of a ten year old.”
I had been touching myself for about a year, but just within the past week or two had become really aware of guys, (and now girls too), of sex, of penises. I was absolutely infatuated with penises, particularly when they grew big and hard. To watch one actually jerk and squirt was the ultimate turn on.
By the time this story unfolds, I had become a hopeless exhibitionist, marveling at how just the sight of me, (my body) could cause a guy to get big at hard. (At that time I still thought it was something special about me, not yet knowing that that’s just the way guys my age were.) Still, my ego, my self esteem, were soaring….thrilled that I had some sort of strange magical, mystical power over guys.
The following story takes place the Saturday before school was to start. My mom and dad were off to some kind of an all day company outing. (Picnic and golf I think.) My older brother Ricky (17 yrs old) had invited some of his friends over for a pool party and cook out, and this is how the story of the day unfolds.
This is a long, long story…about a long…long day…will have to be told in several parts…but…

If there is one single day in my entire history that will stay with me all of my life…this is the day!

So here we go…

The Pool Party – Part One

I awoke slowly, realizing that one of my hands was down inside my panties. It seemed like this was becoming a daily thing. My finger began idly teasing up and down my lips as my mind wandered back over the incredible series of events of the past few days…seeing my brother stroking himself…jerking…squirting. Spreading myself and touching myself in front of him…the time with our neighbor Jeff…the movie…I slid a finger up inside of me as I remembered all the things I had seen people doing on the video…the sleepover at Jennifer’s…us exploring each…her toys…us licking each other…tasting each other.
Without even thinking about it, I pulled my finger out of me and brought it up to my nose, inhaling deeply. I pushed it into my mouth, licking and sucking, savoring the taste…remembering the taste of Jennifer’s pussy. I pushed it back inside my panties and began teasing my clit. My finger started moving faster and faster as all of these sexy images kept flashing through my mind, and in a matter of minutes, I had treated myself to a warm, delicious morning come.
I stretched and yawned as my breathing returned to normal, and, rolling out of bed, started down the hall toward the bathroom. As I passed Ricky’s room, I idly noticed that he wasn’t in bed, but his bed wasn’t made yet either, meaning he was still in the house somewhere.
I reached the bathroom and went in, lifting the toilet seat. I lowered my panties and sat down. As I released my stream, I looked down…and gasped!
The wet spot in my panties was huge! I mean, very big, very dark, and very wet looking! My God it looked like I had peed my panties. I wondered just how many times I had made myself come during the night!
As my stream slowed to a stop, I leaned forward and tugged them off my feet. I reached for the tissue and wiped, then flushed, standing and lowering the toilet lid.
I retriebed my panties from the floor and started back toward my room. On the way, I brought my panties up to my face, and, pressing the big wet spot against my nose, inhaled deeply. It smelled like…it smelled like…it smelled like…well…me!
I tossed them on the bed, and started for the kitchen, now wearing only my nightshirt. My brother Ricky was in his usual place, sitting at the table, drinking his coffee and looking at the newspaper. Just as usual, he was both bare-chested and barefooted, wearing only a pair of boxers.
I did my usual, walking up behing him and putting my hands across his shoulders and down onto his chest. I started lightly teasing his nipples. (He absolutely loves that!)
They became hard as rocks as I leaned and whispered in his ear, “So how’s big brother this morning?”
He mumbled something or other in reply, but didn’t move. I continued caressing his nipples as I looked down at his boxers, expecting to see the usual twitch or two of his penis.
Not this time…nothing.
“What’s the matter?” I whispered coyly. “Is our little friend still sleeping?”
Still no reply, so I grew bolder. I ran one hand down his front and gave him a gentle squeeze through his shorts. This time I got a twitch…or two.
I started squeezing him in a slow gentle rythm.
“But bro,” I pouted, “aren’t you happy to see me?”
I gave his penis a firmer squeeze and was rewarded when I could feel it start to swell and grow in my grip.
I hissed in his ear, “Well maybe you’re not happy to see me, but a certain part of you seems to be quite pleased.”
I squeezed a bit harder and was thrilled to feel it grow bigger and start to harden.
I continued my rythm, feeling him growing. He still had said absolutely nothing, so I whispered in his ear, “Don’t you like this? What’s the matter?”
Although his penis was now rock hard and throbbing, he just sighed and let out a long breath.
“Sis…it feels great. I’m just not sure I want to do this again.”
“Do what?” I asked him, somewhat confused.
“well…um…,” he stammered. “You know…have you…watch me…while I…”
Everything was all of a sudden crystal clear. He thought this was going to be another tease session, another mutual masturbation show. Time to let him know what I really had in mind.
I pushed my other hand down into his lap, and peeled back the flaps covering the opening in his boxers. I reached in and pulled his penis clear. “God,” I though to myself, staring at it, big, hard, proud, “It really is beautiful.”
I started a slow, gentle, up and down motion as I whispered in his ear, “Relax bro…it’s my turn.”
I continued my stroking, speeding up my rythm as I heard his breathing become heavy.
“You got something in here for me?” I hissed seductively, giving his penis a firm squeeze for added emphasis.
I returned to my stroking motion, speeding up slightly, and I thought I could feel him start to buck his hips against my hand.