Story: Adventures of Mike and Susan (g12)   
      
   by John Carson (johncarso@gmail.com)   
      
   ***   
      
   A young woman tells of the first time, just before her   
   12th birthday, when she touched her brother and let him   
   be her first. (mf-teens, youths, inc, 1st)   
      
   ***   
      
   I can't believe I'm actually sitting down to write   
   this. It was about ten years ago that this happened,   
   and yet, I remember it as if it was yesterday. In a few   
   months, I'll give birth to the next generation of the   
   Roberts family, and this is how it all began, on a   
   chilly autumn day of 1995.   
      
   My brother Mike had just turned 15 the week before and   
   I was looking forward to my 12th birthday. I always   
   knew what Mike was going to give me on my birthday, he   
   always gave me the same thing -- nothing. We didn't get   
   on very well together, him and I, but that's how it is   
   with siblings of that age, isn't it?   
      
   Mike had gotten interested in girls a few years before   
   and I think he spent more time down at the mall than in   
   school. He never really hit it off with any of the   
   girls, though he did go out with quite a few. Mike was   
   playing in the local football team, which gave him   
   somewhat of a reputation amongst the girls, and I think   
   he went out with them mostly because it was expected,   
   not because he really wanted to.   
      
   On the day in question I had been to dance practice. I   
   started when I was eight and it was one of the few   
   things that Mike didn't tease me about for some reason.   
   Dad picked me up from practice wearing his best suit   
   and by the time we got home, mom was waiting for him.   
   She was wearing a beautiful dark red dress with her   
   hair cascading down over her shoulders. She was   
   beautiful, and I could see her turn to kiss dad just   
   before they drove away again, heading for Restaurant   
   Clio at the Elliot Hotel to celebrate their   
   anniversary.   
      
   This was only the fourth time that they'd left us   
   alone, trusting Mike to take care of me, but I already   
   missed our aunt who used to sit for us. She lived just   
   down the road, so she always kept an eye out for us,   
   but it wasn't quite the same having Mike take care of   
   things. Though he did manage to get some pizzas, I'll   
   give him that, and he didn't mind me staying up late,   
   so it wasn't all bad.   
      
   We sat down and watched some TV after we'd eaten and I   
   remember thinking to myself how much he looked like dad   
   as he sat in the sofa. Several of my friends had been   
   telling me how they hoped he'd notice them, and they   
   always insisted that we stayed at our house when we got   
   together. I didn't listen to them -- after all, he was   
   my brother. But as we sat there, I began to understand   
   them.   
      
   I mean, he wasn't so special that you'd notice him in a   
   crowd, but he was quite tall for his age, and very   
   muscular. His blond hair and blue eyes caught my eyes   
   as I watched him and I found myself blushing slightly   
   when he glanced at me and I had to turn my attention   
   back to the TV.   
      
   Of course I'd seen him before, but he'd always been   
   just my brother. Something about this time was   
   different, maybe it was that he'd just turned 15, maybe   
   it was something else, I really can't say, but he   
   suddenly became a boy, not just my brother, and despite   
   everything, I found myself actually quite taken with   
   him.   
      
   By the time he sent me off to bed, it felt as if I'd   
   watched him for hours. As I laid down in bed, I   
   continued to think about him in this new light I'd   
   found him in. I'd discovered how to please myself a   
   year back and I couldn't help but touch myself. When I   
   heard his footsteps walking up the stairs, heading for   
   his own bedroom, I'd almost fallen asleep having   
   orgasmed quite quickly once I started touching myself.   
      
   I lay there in the dark thinking of him for a while   
   before I got up to fetch a glass of water from the   
   kitchen. The house was silent as I got down to the   
   kitchen and poured myself a glass. Walking slowly up   
   the stairs, careful not to make any sounds, I made my   
   way back to my bedroom but stopped dead in my tracks   
   just outside of my brothers bedroom as I heard some   
   funny noises from inside, just as if he was talking to   
   someone, though I know there was no one else in the   
   house but him and me.   
      
   Setting the glass down on the floor, I crouched low and   
   slowly opened the door and peered into the room,   
   illuminated only by the moonlight. There, on the bed,   
   was Mike, laying on his back with the covers to one   
   side of him, his eyes closed and his mouth half open as   
   he moved his hand up and down over his cock.   
      
   I couldn't believe my eyes. Sure, I always knew he must   
   be doing it, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from his   
   cock. It looked so thick and long as he stroked it in   
   the moonlight. As my heart finally stopped pounding in   
   my ears, I heard the words that escaped from his open   
   mouth.   
      
   "Oh god sis, go on, keep doing that, just like that...   
   sis... please..."   
      
   I almost fell over and was dangerously close to   
   flooding the hallway with water as the glass seemed   
   dangerously off balance before it settled down again.   
   Turning my attention back to my brother, it seemed he   
   hadn't noticed and I pushed the door open just a bit   
   more to get a better view of him. It took maybe five or   
   ten minutes watching him before I made up my mind and   
   raised myself. Opening the door and stepping over the   
   threshold, I said, "do you want any help with that?"   
      
   If there was some sort of world record in covering   
   yourself, Mike would have won it because I'd hardly   
   said a word before he was sitting up in his bed with   
   the covers around him. The small tent that the covers   
   made over his cock seemed to go unnoticed by him as he   
   yelled at me to get out of his room.   
      
   "Come on bro, don't you think I heard you?" I said and   
   smiled at him as I stood in front of his bed wearing   
   nothing but my nightie. "We, I-I mean... No!" he said   
   as I placed a knee on the bedframe and crawled up to   
   lay myself down next to him in his bed.   
      
   I could sense his confusion, as he didn't know if he   
   should be angry or ashamed, or both. My own fears had   
   left me the minute I heard him and as I placed my small   
   hand on his, I knew that it'd be okay. He just needed   
   some time to get around to my way of thinking.   
      
   Slowly he seemed to relax as we lay there and I   
   couldn't help but notice that the tent in the covers   
   had gone away. We looked into each others eyes and as   
   his gaze turned to travel over my body I could see his   
   excitement growing again. Leaning forward, I whispered   
   to him, "Hey bro..." and gently touched his lips with   
   mine. He didn't respond straight away, but he soon   
   relaxed and parted his lips slightly and we kissed for   
   the first time, and nothing would ever be quite the   
   same between us.   
      
   I let him lay back on the bed again as I pulled the   
   covers from him and let my hand trail down over his   
   chest and tummy to his cock, now standing up from his   
      
   [continued in next message]   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)