My brother Brandon and I

You know how they always say you never forget your first love? Well, I’m sure he’s never going to forget me either, especially since he was my brother. My name is Kathy. My story starts out when I was 15 years old. I came home from spending time with my boyfriend Tommy who’s 17.

We met in summer school last year, I was an honor roll student trying to take summer classes, so I could graduate early, and he was a stoner who only took summer school because he had to, so he could graduate on time. We had most of the same classes, and he was/is the class clown.

He always made me laugh, which drew me to him. We started talking and hanging out, and before I knew it we were having sex in the back of his car on school property next to the football field. He asked me to be his girlfriend 3 months after we met, and we’ve been together ever since. Spending time with him normally started with us hanging out at his house after school and ended with us having sex before his parents got home.

I could still feel the wetness between my thighs where he came on them. I know using the pull-out method isn’t smart, but Tommy says he doesn’t like the feel of condoms. Which I trust him, and I haven’t had too many other dating/sexual partners so he has to be right. Tommy’s house wasn’t too far from mine, and I was surprised that my mom’s car wasn’t in the driveway because she normally gets home right before, or right after I get home from school.

But my 17-year-old brother Brandon’s was. That was surprising because Tuesday’s are his normal days to go play football with his friends down the block. Which is a real treat for me because the window in my room faces the field they use and a bunch of sweaty jocks running around shirtless. MMM… That always makes for some good play sessions. I quietly walk into the house and drop my stuff by the front door. I heard sounds of a movie coming from his room and I head upstairs to my bedroom. I was still horny from having sex and I was probably going to play with myself while he was distracted doing whatever he’s doing.

I walk up the stairs and past his room, I opened the door to my room and stripped out of my clothes and threw them on the ground. I opened my nightstand and grabbed my vibrator and dildo from the drawer. I had bought these off an online buying/selling website. The vibrator was pure black, had a rotating head, and 6 different speeds. The dildo was electric blue, the shaft was straight with a nice curve up top to hit my g-spot, and it was about 5.5 inches long.