Don’t get me wrong, I have always loved my little brother Sammy. He was always just sort of, I don’t know, a dork. I think that she came out of the womb with a certain social awkwardness and a unique ability to make himself invisible in plain sight. Sammy is a total nerd and always has been. I am not saying that to put him down. Like I said, I really do love my little brother. We never had that sort of torturous older sister/younger brother thing that you see on television and movies. I just want you to know what we are dealing with here.
So, this story I am going to tell you about my brother and I happened about two years ago. At the time I was 20 years old and a sophomore in college. My brother was 18 and a senior in high school. Not that he looked it. He was always painfully shrimpy and reaching the age of adulthood hadn’t changed that. I am not a tall girl, only around 5’5, but I was still taller than my brother at 5’3. On top of that he was string bean thin, probably only 110lbs. He had short brown hair and dark brown eyes. He had a handsome face, but it was a bit childish and he couldn’t even begin to grow facial hair. His skin was always very pale and he was incapable of tanning. Worst of all, he always wore really baggy clothes and slouched. He looked like a pouty kid more than a man just a few months short of college.
If you just looked at us, you’d never know that we are related. As I already stated, I am taller than my brother. I have very long light blonde hair and bright, wide blue eyes. I have thick pink lips and a pretty, oval face. The only thing I don’t like about my face is that I have slightly rotated eyeteeth, but some people tell me they look cute. Whatever. I have small, round breasts (34-B) and a flat stomach. I have hips slightly wider than my breasts, a toned butt, and shapely legs. On top of all that, I take after our mother and tan very easily. You wouldn’t think we were cousins, let alone brother and sister.
It all started on a Friday morning. It was in December, near the end of the first semester. I would be going home for Christmas break in a few weeks and classes were just starting to wind down before exams started. As I said, my brother was a senior in high school so he was deciding where he wanted to go to college. His applications were all due in early January, so he was really running out of time.
I went to a big public university. Very much a party school. Also very affordable. My brother was always much smarter than me and he wanted to go to some small liberal arts school in the middle of nowhere. It was prestigious and quiet, which suited my brother’s personality perfectly. Unfortunately it was also wildly expensive. My dad had called me on Thursday to tell me that he was sending my brother to my school. He wanted me to show my brother around and try to convince him that my school, or a similar school, would be a better fit for him. I knew that meant my dad didn’t want to pay for my brother’s prestigious choice.
I was not really excited about showing my brother around on a Friday night. I had plans, I’d been invited to a party and I wanted to dance (things that I would not be able to do with my sulking brother lingering around). But, when the man who is paying for your education (and giving you money for food and gas) asks you to do something, you have to suck it up and agree to it. So on Friday morning (a day I don’t have classes) I was at the train station in town, picking up my brother.
“What’s up nerd?” I asked when he sat down in the passenger seat next to me. He gave me a sad little smile and threw his duffel bag in the backseat.
“Hey Lynn,” he said, “Sorry dad is making you do this.” He looked almost embarrassed, like he knew that I had been bitching about him the entire drive to the train station. I smiled at him.
“Don’t be a doofus,” I said, “It’d be an honor to show you around.” And with that I kicked the car into gear and headed back towards campus. While we drove I asked my brother about school and about his extracurricular activities (he was president of a thousand socially suicidal clubs, but I tried not to give him a hard time about it). He gave me short, embarrassed answers, so I mostly let things dropped.
“New girlfriend or anything?” I asked finally, trying to make him talk. My brother has a hard time warming up to conversation, even with my parents or me. He gets shy around people he’s known his entire life. You have get him started, then he can almost manage a normal human conversation.
“No,” he said and he looked over at me with the most pathetic face I’d ever seen, “I have pretty much realized that that is never going to happen.” He sounded sad, but not in an acute way. He seemed…resigned. Like he really had given up on the opposite sex. My heart broke for him. He was so smart and he could be funny when he allowed himself to be. He could be cute if he dressed himself properly. There was no reason for him to give up. I felt like I was going to cry. I reached over and gave his hand a squeeze.
“Don’t think like that Sammy, you will have a beautiful girlfriend someday very soon. I know it. And someday you will get married and have an army of cute little nerdy children with glasses and pocket protectors,” I said. He laughed a little and I felt better, even though I was pretty sure I hadn’t convinced him of anything.
It was around ten in the morning when I parked my car outside of my dorm. I had begged my dad to let me move off campus for my sophomore year. I knew a bunch of people and could have stayed at any number of houses. But he said he didn’t like the things that happened at off-campus housing and said I would be in the dorms at least through my junior year. Like you can’t get drunk in a dorm or something! Sometimes, my dad is kind of dense.
Luckily, two girls that I knew, Adrienne and Carrie, were both on full-ride academic scholarships. Because they were on scholarship, they received a grant to pay for their student housing. They’d lose the grant if they moved off campus so they stayed in the dorms as well. Since we were friendly (if not friends) we got a suite together. The suite was on the fifth floor of a large brick building and it had four rooms. There was a living room with a small kitchen essentially in one corner, a bathroom with a slim shower stall, and then two bedrooms. We’d had a coin flip to start the year and I’d won. So I had a private room and Adrienne and Carrie shared the other.
We took Sammy’s duffel bag up to the dorm and dropped it in the living room. I’d already discussed it with Adrienne and Carrie, and they were cool with Sammy sleeping on the couch. When we came up, Adrienne and Carrie were sitting on the couch watching television.
“Hey Lynn” Adrienne said, “Is this the rug rat?” she pointed to my brother. He almost flinched away from her finger and Adrienne laughed. She was the boisterous and friendly roommate. She was very pretty with long black hair, grey eyes, and olive skin. She was tall and lithe with small breasts and pretty legs that she poured into tight jeans to show off her small, muscled butt.
“You’re giving him a complex,” Carrie said. She was the sweet and shy roommate. Not shy by my brother’s standard, but by normal human standards. Carrie was short and curvy with long auburn hair and green eyes. She was almost as pale as my brother, but she pulled it off better, like a Victorian-era lady or something.
“Yeah this is Sammy,” I said, throwing his bag on the floor, “Sammy this is Adrienne and this is Carrie.” He stared at them blankly. His lips moved a little, but he didn’t say anything.
“Nice to meet you,” Carrie said, finally. Adrienne smiled and nodded.
“Same to you,” My brother said in a squeaky little voice. Adrienne looked like she was about to make a joke, but I shook my head. She would think it was funny and wouldn’t mean to hurt, but any little teasing would crush Sammy. We stood awkwardly and quietly for a few moments. It was like Sammy was capable of bringing discomfort with him.
“So what are you guys doing today?” Adrienne asked finally.
“Oh you know, doing the tour thing. Taking him out to Florentine’s for lunch, not really sure exactly,” I said.
“What are you kids doing tonight?” Adrienne asked, “Are the Sampson children going to go wild on a Friday night at the state college?”
“No,” Sammy said and I was surprised, “I don’t much like parties.” Well that was the end of that. I was hoping to take him out, to loosen him up and make him see the opportunities that were available in college. No dice.
“Well Adrienne and I are staying in tonight. Habitat for Humanity in the morning. If you guys want to hang out with us this evening, that’s cool,” Carrie said. I thanked them and then dragged my brother out of the dorm. We might not be able to go to a party tonight, but I wasn’t going to let him hang out in his room all day. It wasn’t like he was at home.
As I promised I took my brother out to Florentine’s. It’s a surprisingly good, and inexpensive, Italian restaurant that is sort of a hangout for the students at my school. He looked sullen most of the time, but that was normal. He seemed to like the food. When we were done eating we checked out the things I knew he’d like. I showed him the library and the computer labs. We walked around the gardens (though they didn’t look great in the winter) and the portrait gallery. We even looked in some of the darkened classrooms and dining facilities. I kept him away from the things most people would want to see, the bars and the frat houses.
But it was nice. During the day he started to warm up a bit. We had a conversation, an honest to god talk, about college. What he was looking and everything else. I knew from what he was saying that my school could be a decent fit for him. That’s the nice thing about a big college; there is plenty of space for everyone.
“I told dad I wanted to go to that little school we took you to in Springfield,” he explained as the sun was starting to go down, “The little liberal arts college. I did it just to get a rise out of him.” He explained and I laughed. My dad was paranoid.
“Where do you want to go? Here?” I asked and he shook his head.
“I want to go to an urban school somewhere, like New York or Boston or something. I just, I like being anonymous. I want to go somewhere where no one would notice me,” he explained. I guess I knew that feeling. But I felt bad for him. Part of his problem was that he was already too anonymous. He needed to branch out.
“Don’t go trying to disappear on me little brother,” I said, “I love you and if you try to become completely anonymous, I will hunt you down and find you.” Then he did something very strange. He reached over and grabbed my hand and held it.
“I love you too sis,” he said, “Sometimes you’re the only person I love, but I do love you.” I was touched. I mean, I really felt lovely when he said that. And we walked the rest of the way back to the dorm, hand in hand.
We arrived back at the dorm around 5:30 and the sun was almost completely out of the sky. Carrie was still sitting on the couch watching television, but I didn’t see Adrienne anywhere. Carrie didn’t look like she’d moved all day and she stretched and yawned when she saw us.
“How was the tour?” she asked. Sammy shrugged.
“It was fine,” I said, “We ran into that mouth-breather guy who likes you at the library.”
“Oh God!” Carrie said and we both started giggling. Then I heard Adrienne’s voice.
“Hey Carrie, are we taking your care to Habitat tomorrow? I was just…Oh!” I turned and looked Adrienne was walking out of the bathroom. She had clearly just showered. She had a towel wrapped around the top of her breasts but it was incredibly short. A triangle of flesh was exposed on the open side and one entire ass cheek was in the open air. If she moved slightly, she vagina would have been clearly visible. Normally this wouldn’t have been a huge issue. I, and to a greater extent Carrie, would have liked Adrienne to be more discreet, but if it was just us girls, who care? The problem was Sammy.
I looked over at him and he was staring at Adrienne’s hip. His eyes were wide as saucer’s and I swear his mouth was actually hanging open. This was probably the closest he’d ever come to a naked woman and I think I could feel his heart beating.
“What are you doing?” I said, laughing, “You knew my brother was going to be here, you pervert.” Adrienne put on a shocked face.
“How was I supposed to know you’d be back? You’re the pervert, staring at me!’ she said and I saw Sammy look away quickly, even though Adrienne was talking to me.
“Whatever,” I said, “Go get changed.” And Adrienne went into her bedroom. She came out a few minutes later in soft pajama pants and a tank top. He outfit was almost identical to what Carrie was wearing, except Carrie had a t-shirt on instead of a tank top. They looked comfortable.
“I am going to put my pajamas on too,” I said, “I will get changed in my room. You can get more comfortable if you’d like Sammy. Just use the bathroom. Please don’t come out half naked, that is Adrienne’s job.” Adrienne stuck her tongue out at me as I went to my room. I came back out a few minutes later wearing a pair of tight gym shorts and a long-sleeved t-shirt. Sammy was already back, wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt. Both black, as fit his sense of style (if you could call it that).
We sat around for a while and watched television. I ordered a pizza and we all ate dinner. For a while the girls tried to get Sammy to talk. I did as well. But it was no use, he was too shy. Eventually, even Adrienne started to give up.
I was thinking about my brother’s eyes when Adrienne walked out of the shower. He clearly found her attractive. He hadn’t given up on girls because he didn’t think they were sexy, he did it because talking to girls stressed him out too much. If there was just some way I could show him that talking to girls didn’t have to be difficult, that it could be fun, I’d maybe make his trip here worthwhile. But how did I do that? Then I thought of something.
“Let’s play a game!” I said. Sammy would be forced to talk, and maybe even attempt to flirt, if we played a board game or something.
“Yeah, this show sucks,” Carrie said and clicked it off, “What do you want to play?”
“I don’t know. We have Risk, Monopoly, and Scrabble. But I am not in the mood for Scrabble,” I said. Scrabble is a quiet game; we needed something that required talking.
“Ah! No Board games let’s play something else. How about Kings!” Adrienne said. I shook my head.
“Even if we wanted to we don’t have any alcohol. How do you play a boring drinking game sober?” I asked. I looked at Sammy out of the corner of my eye. He was watching everything happen, but didn’t seem to be taking much of a rooting interest in anything.
“Well I won’t play if we play a board game,” Adrienne said.
“How about Poker?” I asked. Everyone else groaned at once.
“You always win, that’s no fun,” Carrie said and I laughed. It was true, but I still would have liked to play.
“I know!” Adrienne said, “I played this game with some people last week. You know that game ‘never have I ever?’ well it’s like that, except you have dares mixed in!” I was just about to decline to play that game when my brother spoke up.
“I don’t know that game,” Sammy said and I was shocked to hear him talk. Adrienne was so excited about her idea that she didn’t even notice that Sammy was awkward, she just engaged him, which is what I was looking for.
“Oh I’m sorry,” she said, “Okay so like everyone will put up a hand and then whoever’s turn it is will say something like ‘never have I ever eaten a peach pie,’ and if you ate a peach pie then you have to put your hand down. You can play it with beer, so like if you put your hand down you have to drink.”
“We aren’t drinking,” I said. Adrienne turned to me and rolled her eyes.
“I know that Lynn!” she said in an exaggerated tone, “That’s why I said it can be played with dares. If you play it that way, anytime you play a round everyone who puts their hands down it ‘out.’ Whoever is out, they have to do a dare that the people are ‘in’ make up together. So like on that last thing. If Carrie and I put our hands down because we both have eaten peach pie and the Sampson Siblings kept their hands up because they are sociopaths who’ve never had peach pie, the brother and sister team has to come up with a dare for Carrie and me to do.” She said it all in one breath; it was exhausting just to hear her.
“I don’t know,” Carrie said, she looked a little nervous about the room this game had for potential dangers. I was about to add my voice to the chorus, when I saw that Sammy looked a little bit excited. He was staring at Adrienne in the same way he had when she was nearly naked. Like she’d accidentally forgotten he existed and he was going to get to take advantage of it. I wasn’t happy about this game, but I’d do it for my brother.
“Come on Carrie, it’s this or more Jersey Shore,” I said. And now it was Carrie’s turn to roll her eyes.
“Fine, let’s play,” she said. I didn’t ask Sammy, I just assumed he was on board and figured he didn’t want me to point out his presence to the girls.
“I will go first since it was my idea,” Adrienne said and we all booed. She laughed and said, “hands up everybody. Okay, never have I ever… slept in Lynn’s dorm room when she was out of town!” Adrienne said and the laughed. Carrie blushed as her hand slowly went to her side.
“You bitch!” I said, “I can’t believe you slept in my bed!” I was trying not to giggle, I could care less if she took a nap in my bed.
“I cleaned the sheets! It was because Adrienne had a boy over. It was her fault,” Carrie said. I shot a look at Adrienne and she just shrugged.
“Carrie is the only one out, so we have to make a dare for her,” Adrienne explained. So Adrienne, Sammy and I huddled up and decided on a dare. Since my bed was defiled, I got to announce it.
“Carrie, we dare you to take off your tank-top and play the rest of the game in your bra!” I said. It was harmless, and I knew that Sammy would get a kick out of it. Carrie’s fair skin turned a deep crimson.
“I don’t know…” Carrie said, and I saw her eye dark to Sammy.
“He’s seen way more of Adrienne than he will see of you,” I said. Carrie saw that we weren’t going to budge. Deftly she slipped her tank top up over her head and threw it onto the floor. She was wearing a pretty pink demi-bra with white lace. Her breasts looked large and round in it. Sammy noticed as well, but did a decent job of hiding his interest.
“I think we should let Carrie go next, she is half-nude,” Adrienne said.
“Fine,” Carrie said looking right at Adrienne, “Never have I ever had sex in Lynn’s bed when she was out of town.” Now I was actually pretty angry.
“I assume you didn’t wash the sheets,” I said to Adrienne and she gave me a devilish smile. I looked around and saw, thankfully, Adrienne’s hand was the only one down.
“Shouldn’t you have a hand down, Lynn? I am sure you’ve fucked in your bed. I mean three weeks ago…” Adrienne started but I cut her off.
“She said while I was out of town. It is impossible for me to have sex in my bed when I am not in it,” I said. I didn’t really want to talk about my sex life in front of Sammy. I was a little nervous about where this was going.
“Fine, come up with a dare then,” Adrienne said. We huddled together. Sammy didn’t do much talking, but Carrie and I came up with one. Carrie announced it.
“Adrienne, we dare you to moon out our window for thirty second! Pull the window down too, the December weather is good for your ass!” Carrie said and we all giggled. Even Sammy laughed a bit.
Adrienne moved like she wanted to prove she was stronger than Carrie had been. When she reached our window, she pulled it down quickly and turned. The freezing air poured in and I wrapped my arms around my chest. Adrienne pulled down the back of her pajama pants and pushed her ass out the window. It was darkening outside, but there were lights on the side of the building. Our dorm faced into the middle of the quad and we heard someone laugh and we hoped it was because of Adrienne’s ass. I noticed that Sammy wasn’t watching Adrienne, his eyes were on Carrie’s chest, where the cold breeze from the window had made Carrie’s nipples hard. She didn’t notice.
After 30 seconds, Adrienne hiked up her pants and slipped the window closed. We gave her a hearty round of applause and I threw her a blanket. She was clearly freezing, but pretending she wasn’t. She wrapped herself up and then looked at me.
“You’re turn,” she said around chattering teeth.
“Never have I ever…stuck my ass out the window in December,” I said and then quickly waved my hands and giggled, “just kidding. No. Never have I ever… kissed a girl.” I said. This was true. I wasn’t the kind of girl who makes out with girls just to get a rise out of guys. But I knew that my roommates had once made out when they were drunk (to Carrie’s sober mortification) to impress one of Adrienne’s boyfriends. I also had a supposition about my brother. And I saw that Carrie and Adrienne’s hand drop and they looked embarrassed, but my brother’s hand was still up (his face was SO RED).
“Really? Never?” Adrienne asked, clearly for my brother.
“No I haven’t,” I said quickly, I wasn’t out to embarrass him. I didn’t confer with Sammy, I just let them know the dare, “I dare you, Adrienne and Carrie, to both kiss my brother once.” I said. It had worked out just like I’d planned. If he wasn’t going to talk to the girls during this game, I was going to jump him ahead a step.
I think Sammy was pleasantly surprised that Adrienne didn’t balk. She walked right over to the couch where he was sitting, sat down next to him and grabbed his head. She turned my brother’s face towards her own, closed her eyes and leaned forward. Their lips met and I saw that Sammy trying to give her a little smooch. But Adrienne was forceful. She ran her tongue along his lip until he opened his mouth and then Adrienne dipped her tongue into his mouth. They kissed for about ten seconds, then Adrienne moved back to where she’d come from. Sammy looked more than a little dazed and I smiled.
Just as Adrienne moved away Carrie moved forward. She sat in the same spot as Adrienne had sat and blushed. Neither wanted to make the first move, but I knew my brother better than Carrie did. Finally, she turned and put her lips against his. It was the smooch that Sammy had tried to get from Adrienne, their pursed lips pressed together for a few seconds and then they parted. It was sweet. When Carrie moved back to her chair, Sammy had a dreamy little smile on his face.
“Sammy, it’s your turn,” Adrienne said. For a minute, he didn’t seem to realize that she was talking to him. Then he started to blush.
“Oh, I don’t know, I don’t have any good ideas,” Sammy said, staring down at his feet.
“Don’t be a wimp!” Adrienne said. Carrie shot her a look. I was happy because she saved me the effort of scolding.
“It doesn’t have to be really good or anything, it just has to be something,” Carrie explained, “We are all just going to answer it. So don’t worry.” Sammy seemed to actually consider what she said.
“Okay,” he said and then paused for a few seconds while he thought. I think it was while he was thinking that he realized the huge advantage he had by being male and also being younger than everyone else, “never have I ever… sucked a cock.”
I was sort of shocked to hear him say that. But he was clearly horny from the kisses I had asked Adrienne and Carrie to give him and it was a logical progression in the game. Anyway, all three of our hands went down. I know I was blushing then. I knew my brother was thinking about me giving someone a blowjob. He had a little smile on his face; he was enjoying this at least.
“Now the dare,” Adrienne said, “It’s all on you.” Sammy took another few moments to think about his options. He looked at the three of us.
“Okay,” he said and he looked bolder somehow, like he was engaged. I wondered if it had to do with the fact that he was turned on. I had to admit to myself I was a little turned on, with all this talk of sex, “I dare you three to… flash me.” And I heard Carrie groan. It took me a second to realize what he’d requested.
“Even me?” I asked. That was kind of weird.
“I want to be fair,” he said. I looked at Carrie and Adrienne. Of course, Adrienne just shrugged, grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it up. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her small, teardrop breasts dropped out of her shirt. Her nipples were small and hard and she looked quite beautiful. She put her shirt back down. My brother turned to look at Carrie. For a second she just sat and blushed. Then, she slipped her fingers into the cups of her bra and pulled down quickly. Her breasts popped out, exposing big pink nipples and large round breasts. The she quickly stuffed her breasts back into the bra.
Then all eyes were on me. Sammy was staring at me and he had a strange look in his eye. I think that it might have been lust. I have to admit, that I felt a sexy chill run through my body when his eyes fell on me. I felt the same about the two girls looking at me. I wanted them to want to look at my body. I quickly pulled off my long-sleeve t-shirt. I was wearing a black bra with a front clasp. My heart was beating now and I felt a sort of sick excitement mixed with fear. But I reached up and unclasped the bra. I grabbed the two cups and pulled them away from my breasts. I looked down and saw my round pink areolas and longish nipples, my small but perky breasts and felt proud of my body. I felt Adrienne, Carrie, and Sammy’s eyes on me and I looked up at them. They all looked at me hungrily. I close my bra back up, but felt strange. I could feel the moisture between my legs and realized I was very turned on! In front of my brother!
“You all have pretty bodies,” Sammy said and he blushed.
“He is so cute!” Adrienne said and he just blushed harder. I was sort of proud of him for making the compliment. And I actually felt glad he liked how my body looked. That was a weird thought. Suddenly I realized the room felt very hot (all the cold from Adrienne’s mooning had dissipated). It felt muggy in the room and smelled a little like arousal. This was getting weird. But I didn’t want it to stop.
“Ok Adrienne, your turn,” I said. I turned to hear and her cheeks looked flushed. Carrie was the same. I realized we were all getting turned on with our naughty little game. This had gotten sexy so quickly; I didn’t even realize how odd it was. This was not the sort of thing I did with my roommates! But I’d wanted something like this for my brother, so I had to keep going.
“Never have I ever,” Adrienne said, “masturbated in my sibling’s room,” I looked around and saw that Sammy’s hand was down! He was my only sibling. He had masturbated in my room?
“What?” I asked.
“I knew it!” Adrienne said, “I totally can tell that dudes like to do stuff like that. They crank it in weird places!” I was looking at my brother and he was blushing, but he was giving a sly little smile too. I felt a little grossed out. But also a little intrigued. Why had he masturbated there? What did he think about?
“Sorry sis,” he mumbled, “I just want to do it in a room that smelled like a girl.” He explained and Carrie and Adrienne giggled. I was dumbfounded. My brother, masturbating with my smell in his nose. I was a little disgusted that it turned me on even more.
“Come on, huddle up for the dare,” Adrienne said. This was Sammy’s first dare, so we discussed it for a while. I will have you know that I fought against the dare; I said it was gross and a bad idea and begged them not to do it. I was shocked by how quickly I felt this was spinning out of control. But they took a vote and I lost. Finally, Adrienne got to deliver the challenge.
“Sammy, we dare you,” Carrie said, “to show us your dick.” Sammy’s eyes got very wide and he made a small choking sound in the back of his throat.
“I…uh…” he managed to say. He looked at me for a moment, then his eyes darted away, mortified.
“Come on, you made us show you our tits, even Lynn had to show her tits. This is really the least you can do,” Adrienne said, putting her hands on her hips.
“Lynn…” Sammy started and I looked at him and shrugged.
“This is so embarrassing,” Sammy said and then he hooked his thumbs into his sweatpants. He was actually going to do it. I don’t even know how to describe the feeling I had when I saw that. I was happy he was into it, but I didn’t want to embarrass him. And I didn’t want to see his cock. I didn’t think I wanted to see his cock. I kept looking at my feet.
“Holy shit!” Adrienne said and I looked over at her. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was a little slack. Carrie had the same look on her face.
“What?” I asked.
“He’s got a huge dick,” Adrienne said. I turned quickly and looked. My brother was on the couch with his sweat pants and boxer shorts pulled down to about mid-thigh. His cock was hard and standing straight up out of his lap. Adrienne wasn’t kidding. My tiny, nerdy little brother had a huge dick. I am no virgin (nor a slut), I’ve seen my share of dicks. And his was the biggest. It was around 8.5 to 9 inches long. Not only that, but it was thick, maybe 2.5 inches in diameter at its thickest point. The circumcised tip was red and glistening with pre-cum. Sammy looked incredulous.
“I have a big dick?” he asked. I realized that he was probably the only person to see it since he was a baby.
“It’s one of the biggest dicks I’ve ever seen,” Adrienne said, “And I’ve seen quite a few.” Carrie just nodded her head. Suddenly I didn’t like these two girls staring at my brother. He was smiling and looking proud of himself as he slid his big dick back into his boxers. I saw it straining against his sweatpants now; I still couldn’t believe how big it was compared to how tiny he is. I wanted to move on.
“Carrie, it’s your turn,” I said, and my voice sounded thicker that I’d expected.
“Right,” Carrie said, “Sorry. Umm… Never have I ever… masturbated while thinking of a family member.” It was a shocking question. I didn’t know what Carrie was thinking. Then Adrienne spoke.
“You rat! I told you about that in confidence!” she said, but she was smiling. But her hand was down, “My cousin Ricky is really cute okay.” I giggled at that. So naughty. Then I looked; Sammy’s hand was down as well. One of our relatives? I couldn’t believe it. It could even be…
“Who was it for you?” Carrie asked, also looking at Sammy. For a moment, Sammy’s eyes darted to me, then down at his feet.
“I don’t have to answer, I mean that wasn’t part of the rules,” he said. I felt my stomach churning. He didn’t have to say it. We all knew what happened.
“No, its cool,” Adrienne said slyly and smiled at me. Then Carrie and I huddled up to come up with a dare for Sammy and Adrienne. My stomach was all butterflies and my panties were soaked through. What was wrong with me? I mean, I know sex talk turns me on, but this was not okay. Carrie and I were both a little timid at this point, so we came up with a dare we thought might slow things down. I delivered it.
“Okay, Sammy and Adrienne, I dare the two of you,” I said, “to switch clothes!” We thought it would be funny to see Adrienne Sammy’s baggy, but short, sweats and Sammy in Adrienne’s girly shirt. We didn’t expect what happened. We didn’t expect them to get naked in the living room. In a quick motion, Adrienne’s shirt was on the floor, and then she quickly shimmied out of her pajama pants. Finally, she threw a tiny red thong onto the floor. She was standing in front of us completely naked. I’d seen little bits and pieces of her naked, but never seen her completely nude. She was gorgeous, with slim body lines and a tiny, pink shaved pussy. My head was swimming. Sammy was staring at her as well.
“Hey I am naked here, want to give me those clothes,” she said to Sammy after a few moments. He shook his head like he was waking from a dream, smiled sheepishly, and pulled off his shirt. He was bright red all over from blushing. Next he took off his sweatpants and boxers in one motion and set them on the floor. He was thin and pale and completely devoid of chest hair. His monstrously large cock was still hard and looked even more absurdly huge now that he was standing.
Adrienne picked his clothes up and quickly put them on. She looked absurd with the cuffs of the pants falling just below her knees, but billowing out around the waist. Sammy bent over and picked up Adrienne’s t-shirt and threw it on. It was a little loose in the chest area and a little long on him. He bent over to pick up the pajama pants and threw the panties to the side.
“No way, you have to put those on too. I put on your boxers and they are damp!” Adrienne said and we all giggled nervously.
“Tough luck,” Sammy said and slipped on the long pajama pants. I was sort of proud of him for standing up for himself. But I was too busy laughing at how absurd they looked to say anything else.
“Come on Lynn,” Sammy said, pushing the action for once, “It’s your turn.”
“Uh, never have I ever,” I said. And I wanted this to be a good one. I was so horny at this point that I was no longer thinking straight. The room was downright humid and the sexual tension was thick. My tummy felt light and I felt like I was spinning. “Watched porn.” I was a little surprised when Adrienne’s hand stayed up, from what I was seeing of her today, she was very sexual. But I was more surprised when Carrie’s hand went down. Along with my brother (which I kind of expected).
“Woah! Carrie, you watched porn?” Adrienne asked.
“She didn’t say watched porn regularly, she just said watch porn. I’ve watched porn before, so what?” Carrie said defensively.
“What’s the dare?” Sammy asked, ignoring the controversy. Adrienne and I huddled up and made a decision. By this time I was completely past the point of self-control. I let Adrienne pick whatever she wanted.
“Okay,” she said, “Carrie I dare you to stroke Sammy’s cock for ten seconds!” She said. No one made a sound. Carrie and Sammy looked at one another and then looked away. They clearly didn’t want to do it. But Adrienne crossed her arms in front of her chest. I didn’t say a word, although I couldn’t make eye contact with Sammy.
“Okay…” Carrie said. She moved over to the couch next to Sammy. Sammy didn’t move a muscle. He seemed completely frozen by fear. Adrienne’s pajama pants (the ones that Sammy was now wearing) had a fly in the front (they must’ve been boys pajama pants, I don’t know). Carrie furtively stuck her hand into the hole of the pajama pants and fished around for a second. I saw Sammy tense. In a few seconds, Sammy’s cock was out of his pants through the fly. Carrie’s hand was wrapped around the base. Slowly she started to slide her hand up and down on my brother’s cock. His eyes were closed and he let out a soft sigh. The cock looked big in Carrie’s delicate little hands. I wondered how the cock would feel sliding between my own fingers or into my…
“Ten seconds,” Carrie said and released my brother’s cock. For a moment Sammy seemed too stunned to move. Then he quickly shifted his cock back into his pants.
“Wow, that was kind of hot,” Adrienne said, “Now I know why you watch porn.” Sammy adjusted himself, and then quickly got back into the game.
“Never have I ever had sex,” Sammy said. It was kind of a startling confession (though everyone could have guessed as much). I think he just wanted to give us all a dare. And he got to do it, as Adrienne, Carrie, and I dropped our hands.
“Carrie and Adrienne,” he said almost immediately, “I dare you to suck on my sister’s nipples for twenty seconds.” He said. I almost moaned. I was so horny, my clothes felt like they were too hot on my body. And I have incredibly sensitive nipples. This was going to be tough.
“Oh you are going to pay for this little man,” Adrienne said, but she didn’t sound angry. She had a wicked little grin on her face. I lifted my shirt up over my head and threw it in the corner. I unhooked my bra again and threw it off. Then my breasts were just open in the middle of the room. I felt Sammy’s eyes on them, part of me wanted his eyes there. I thought about his cock sliding up between them. Then I tried to shake out of it. This was my brother; I’d never had feelings like this before. I was some kind of horny drunk I’d never experienced before, its power was overwhelming.
While I was thinking about this, I felt hot warmth on my left nipple. I looked down and saw Adrienne’s beautiful eyes looking up at me. Her mouth was closed around my nipple and I could feel her tongue flicking it. My entire body vibrated along with that nipple. Then, a few seconds later, I felt that same feeling on my other nipple and turned to see Carrie, eyes closed, with her pretty little mouth on my chest. I closed my eyes and arched my back. I just luxuriated in the warmth and wetness of their tongues. Then, suddenly, the cool air was on my nipples. I opened my eyes.
“Twenty seconds,” Adrienne said. I quickly put my bra back on, but left the shirt off. I didn’t think it was worth it at this point.
“Is that what you wanted?” I asked my brother and he just gave me a sheepish grin.
“Never mind, I told your little brother he was going to pay, now he is,” Adrienne said, “Never have I ever been named Sampson.”
“Oh come on, that is so lame!” I said. But when I saw Sammy put his hand down, I did as well.
“That’s what I thought!” Adrienne said. Carrie moved over towards her to huddle up for a conference on the dare, but before she had a chance, Adrienne spoke, “Lynn I dare you to make out with your brother for 25 seconds,” she said. Somehow I had almost sensed that was what she was going to say. And I was terrified. This was already out of hand, now I had to make out with my brother. I considered balking at it, but I remembered what everyone else had already done. If I backed out now, it would be truly unfair.
“You guys don’t have to,” Carrie said, sensing my discomfort.
“No come on, I had to put my ass out the window, flash everyone, take off my clothes, and lick Lynn’s nipples. They are going to make out,” Adrienne said and she said it so definitively that I knew there was no alternative.
I moved to sit next to my brother. For a moment we just sat there. My heart was pounding and my palms were sweating. I hadn’t been this nervous to kiss someone since the moments before my first kiss. Finally, I turned my head towards his and closed my eyes. A few moments later I felt his soft lips graze mine. I opened my mouth and let instinct take over. I rubbed my tongue against his lips and when he parted them, against his teeth. Then his tongue was against mine and I felt the sandpapery feel of his taste buds. I felt his hand on my waist and I put a hand on his shoulder. I dug my tongue deep into his mouth and let him do the same for me. I pulled him close, I want to eat up all of his kiss. And… a hand was on my shoulder, shaking me.
“Yo,” Adrienne’s voice was saying, “25 seconds is long over, didn’t you hear me?” She asked. I opened my eyes and moved away from my brother. I looked at him and saw embarrassment. I looked at my roommates and saw Adrienne giving me a naughty look and Carrie looked embarrassed to have seen anything. Suddenly, the realization of what was happening hit me. I was seducing my brother, or allowing other people to seduce him for me. Or something. The room was almost moving with sexual electricity. This was terribly wrong. Everything I was feeling was wrong and evil. I felt hot tears start to run down my cheeks.
“I am sorry,” I choked, ” I don’t feel so well. I am not behaving like myself. It is almost 11, I am going to go to bed.” Then in a shot I was up and running into my bedroom. I closed the door behind me and threw my face in the pillow. What was going on? I cried until there were no more tears.
For a long time it was quiet in the living room. I heard the three of them talking softly. Then I heard the door to Adrienne and Claire’s bedroom open. I heard them both say goodnight and heard the door close behind them. I heard my brother getting his bedding and everything ready. I saw the light go out under the door and everything was silent. And the worst part was I was still unimaginably horny. Nothing had changed that. It just deepened my shame.