Talking about him made me miss him terribly. In many ways, actually, not just physically. He's a lot of fun, and he gets me out of the house for things other than work, which is probably both fun and healthy.
The last time he was home he dragged me out to a bar. And I don't like bars much; too noisy, too many people, just too much in general. Plus I'm a very expensive drunk even if I'm buying liquor wholesale, so having to pay bar prices always sucks. Plus, while I've met a few people who were reasonable at bars, usually the people I wind up with are people I shouldn't wind up with.
I don't go to biker bars or anything like that, just your normal bars, but since I live near a college, that means all the bars are invaded by evil college guys. I don't have a problem with college guys, but the ones who hang out in bars and try to pick me up I have a problem with. So I usually wind up with the lesser of two evils, and that's no way to pick a date.
Mind you, I've had some pretty good sex with guys who've picked me up in bars. You do have to make them leave before they get sloppy drunk, but a little buzz never hurt anyone. If guys get sloppy, I generally just give head, because it's an easy enough way to get them to shut the hell up. I know, I'm laughing at myself for saying that, but it's true. Since I don't go to bars more than once in a blue moon these days (or really any days) it's only happened once or twice. And being picked up is infrequent enough too. But since I only go to bars because I want to be picked up, it happens most of the time I go. Which is why I don't, probably.
Well, my brother made me go, and we went to a fun place. There was live music, not loud rock, some blues band. We just hung out and drank a few shots and talked with people. And I never would have left the house if it weren't for Mike; I would have just put on a DVD or read a book. Social contact is important.
But aside from social contact, there's a more intimate contact that I'm missing right now, because I wasn't up this morning so Dad left without a sendoff and I'm left without a guy to fuck me. Which made me think of my brother, who hasn't been here to give me some loving for too damn long. He's probably sticking it to his girlfriend in Chicago right now.
No, he's probably at work. Or maybe packing to go back to school. He's got to go back soon, I think. Hell, maybe he's already gone back. I really should know these things, shouldn't I? It's after Labor Day, so he's got to be back at school. He didn't even stop by the house on the way back, the little bastard. He could have just honked the horn and I would have run out, naked if necessary, and let him put his big cock right up into me. Against a tree in the front yard, in the back seat, just lying on the sidewalk with people staring, I don't care.
I remember our first time. It was the day after his first time, and he'd already gone down the totem pole. Mom had him first (tradition) and then Sheri slept in his room and they did it God knows how many times. Mari my oldest sister was already pretty turned off guys, but she let him penetrate her just for tradition too, I guess. He understood that she didn't want to fuck, but he did put it in her and they hugged and kissed and just loved each other.
And finally it was my turn. I know everyone thinks that saving the best for last is a crock, but I really think Mike was saving the best for last, because we'd always been closest. Well, maybe not closer than him and Mom, but the closest of his sisters. He had the cutest little cock back then too, just starting to grow into manhood. I remember it must have been a weekend or maybe the summer, because we didn't have to go to school that day, and he and Sheri had come down to breakfast late, and he was sporting the juiciest looking hardon I'd ever seen on him before. Maybe it was just because I could get my hands on it now.
I assumed they were going to eat and then head back upstairs again, but Sheri said that she was tuckered out and was going to watch a movie. Mom just laughed. Mike asked me if I wanted to go up to his room, and I almost dragged him up there, leaving my breakfast to get cold.
Once we were on his bed we kissed for a long time, just loving the fact that he was available now, knowing there was no rush. I almost forgot that I'd been fucking for a lot longer than him and that he was probably a little scared by it all. He didn't show it. He wanted to try eating me out, and I guessed that Sheri had been teaching him about that, because Mom certainly hadn't. I mean, we all knew about sex, but his first time with Mom hadn't involved any oral sex at all.
He wasn't very good, but it was the thought that counted. Besides, I was dripping wet just looking forward to having him inside me. The only cock I'd had up to that point was my Dad, as I recall, so variety was certainly arousing. Plus I love my brother, end of story.
Any way, eventually I just stopped him and said he could work on it later. So he climbed back up until he was between my legs, and together we slipped his cock into my cunny. Even though it wasn't very big (sorry Mike, facts are facts, it's much bigger now) it still felt great. We made love face to face, body to body, and we kissed pretty much the entire time. He had his hands on my hips and I had one over his back pulling him to me and the other on my pleasure button.
All the previous night's fucking must have taken it out of him, because he lasted a lot longer than one would expect. But Mike's always been strong like that. I even managed a mild orgasm before he gasped and came. It wasn't much; I didn't even feel it, but I loved it all the same. Then he just lay there on top of me and we kissed some more. Then he rolled off me and fell asleep. Poor little trooper. How many other guys can say they'd fucked four girls in their first 24 hours?
God, I've got to do something about this. I need a vibrator and some interesting porn. Peace out.
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