Sarah and her big brother hot sex erotica stories – Y2-Stories

Twelve year old Sarah has fun with her big brother after he catches her playing with herself.

The year is 1996.Twelve year old Sarah is a petite little girl, with brown curly hair and green eyes. Her girlish body is on the edge of womanhood, and she is beginning to explore her sexuality. She has thrown a sicky from school and is taking a pajama day.While nosing around in her brother’s room she discovers his secret stash of porn mags. The magazines are full of pictures of girls sucking and fucking men. She finds the magazines so exciting and sexy.

As Sarah rummages through her 15 year old brother Ben’s wardrobe, she finds a box hidden behind a pile of boy junk. Inside the box were stacks of old, dog-eared magazines. Curiosity getting the better of her, she pulled one out and flipped through the pages. The magazines were unlike anything she’d ever seen before – they were full of pictures of little girls, just like her, doing… things with grown-ups naked.

She gasped, feeling a rush of excitement and shame course through her body. The pictures were so naughty, so forbidden, yet she couldn’t help but be drawn to them. The little girls in the pictures looked so much like her, yet they were doing things she had never even imagined doing.

One photo in particular caught her eye. It showed a little girl, about her age, with long blonde hair and big blue eyes. She was straddling an adult man, her tiny hands gripping his shoulders as she lowered herself onto his erect penis. The man’s face was buried in her neck. Sarah felt a twinge in her own lower region as she looked at the image, wondering what it would feel like to be touched like that.

Her heart raced as she turned the page, her breath catching in her throat. Another photo showed the same little girl, this time with the man’s hands cupping her tiny little breasts, his thumbs brushing across her hardened nipples. She could almost feel the sensation herself. She flipped through the pages faster now, her fingers trembling as she took in the forbidden images.

There were photos of little girls with their pants pulled down, exposing their bare bottoms as grown men spanked them. There were others where the girls were sucking on grown-up cocks, their little mouths wrapped around the thick shafts. There were even pictures of girls having sex with older women, their tiny bodies intertwined in a tangle of limbs. Sarah felt a strange mix of shame and arousal as she looked at these images.

As she flipped through the pages, another photo caught her eye. It showed a young girl, no older than herself, with a man’s penis in her bottom. The girl had a look of pleasure on her face as she rode the man. The image was so vivid and so erotic that Sarah found herself unable to tear her eyes away from it. Her own pussy began to tingle as she imagined what it would feel like to have something so big and hard inside of her.

She couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be with a man like that. To feel his weight on top of her, to feel his thrusts inside of her. The thought made her heart race and her breath quicken. Without even realizing it, she began to touch herself through her pajamas, mimicking the actions she had seen in the pictures.

As her fingers danced across her little clit through the thin material, she imagined it was one of the men from the magazine who was touching her. She pictured him leaning over her, his strong arms braced on either side of her body, his mouth close to her ear as he whispered dirty things to her. She arched her back, moaning softly as the pleasure built inside her.

The sound of her own voice filled the room, and she suddenly became aware of the risk she was taking. What if someone heard her? What if her brothercame home early and found her like this? Panic surged through her, making her heart race even faster.

Quickly, she stuffed the magazines back into their hiding place and raced back to her bedroom, her heart pounding in her chest. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it, trying to catch her breath. Her face flushed with shame and arousal as she thought about the things she had seen in those magazines.

She sat down on her bed, her thoughts racing. What did it mean that she found the magazines so exciting? Did this mean her brother liked little girls?

Shaking her head, she tried to push the thought away. It couldn’t be true, could it. Her brother was a sweet guy, a normal teenager. Stuff like that was for dirty old men, wasn’t it. But at the same time she found the thought that he might exciting, even arousing. She couldn’t understand why.

As she laid in bed, her mind drifted back to the images in the magazines. She could still feel the heat in her cheeks as she remembered touching herself to the pictures. It was wrong, she knew that, but she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be with a man like that.

Her hands instinctively wandered back down to her pajama bottoms, slipping beneath the material and finding their way to her hairless wet little folds. She breathed heavily, parting her lips as she began to stroke herself, imagining it was one of the men from the magazines who was touching her. Her hips bucked off the bed, her back arched, and she moaned softly into the air.

The feel of her fingers on her skin, the warmth that spread through her body, the tightening in her belly…it was all so overwhelming. She couldn’t help but wonder if her brother felt this way when he looked at the pictures of the little girls. When he touched himself. The thought both kind of gross and arousing.

As she continued to stroke herself, images from the magazines flashed through her mind, each one more vivid and more erotic than the last. She could feel her control slipping, the edge of her orgasm growing closer with every thrust of her fingers. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her girlish hips bucking harder against the bed, her body arching toward the release she could feel building inside her. Her preteen pussy leaking little girl cum onto her pajama bottoms.

The sounds of her own moans filled the room, and she knew she had to be quiet. What if someone heard her? What if it was her brother? The thought sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. The thought of him discovering her, finding her like this, made her even more aroused. Maybe he would join her, she thought wildly. Maybe he would touch her, make her feel even better.

Her fingers dug deeper into herself, finding a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure through her body. Her hips bucked harder against the bed, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Images from the magazines and Ben flashed through her mind, each one more vivid and more erotic than the last. She felt a tightening in her belly, a building tension that she knew meant she was close.

Just as she thought she couldn’t bear it anymore, couldn’t wait another second, her orgasm crashed over her in a wave of release. Her back arched off the bed, her mouth opened in a silent scream, and her little girl pussy clenched tightly around her fingers. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body, leaving her limp and spent.

For a moment, she lay there, gasping for air, her chest heaving. She couldn’t believe what had just happened. She had never felt anything like that before. It was incredible.

As her heart rate began to slow, she carefully pulled her fingers out from under her pajama bottoms, wiping them on the sheets. She felt dirty and ashamed, but at the same time…aroused. She wanted more.

She knew she shouldn’t, but she couldn’t resist the urge to search for something bigger than her fingers to slip into her pussy. Something that would give her the feeling she craved. Something she could pretend was one of the men in the magazines… or even Ben. Quietly, she slipped out of bed and walked down the stairs to the kitchen.

The coolness of the room against her bare midriff sent a shiver down her spine, but it only served to heighten her arousal. Her heart raced as she went over to the counter. There, on the counter, was a wooden bowl of big, fat carrots. She grinned. Perfect.

She carefully selects a biggish carrot and carried it back to her bedroom, only half closing the door behind her in her haste.

Her heart raced with anticipation as she climbed onto her bed.

The carrot was the perfect size for what she had in mind. She stripped off and positioned herself on all fours, her legs spread wide, presenting her wet, little preteen pussy to the world. The cool air on her bare bottom felt delicious.

She took the carrot in one hand, its slightly rougher   texture contrasting sharply with the smooth, silky skin of her inner thighs. With a deep breath, she guided the carrot toward her waiting pussy, the tip brushing against her sensitive lips. The sensation was exquisite, the anticipation building inside her.

She gently rubs the carrot up and down her slippery pussy lips. Before slowly pushing the carrot into herself. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she feels the thick, hard length of the carrot starting to stretch her.

“Oh god, yes…” she moans, feeling the pressure building inside her. With each little  thrust of her hand, the carrot moves deeper, filling her a little more, making her feel so full and so hot.

She can’t help but imagine it’s not just the carrot inside her but big brother. She imagines him taking her like this, claiming her as his own, making her his little lover. The thought sends shivers of pleasure down her spine, making her hips buck  in time with the rhythm of her hand.

The carrot is stretching her in ways she never knew possible. She can feel herself getting closer, her orgasm building inside her, but she doesn’t want it to end. She needs this feeling.

Her hips buck wildly, meeting the rhythm of her hand as she thrusts the carrot deeper and deeper into her wet, aching 12 year old pussy. She grips the sheets tightly, arching her back and letting out moans that she tries to muffle into the pillow. Pressing her gmface to the bed and pushing her ass further into the air. The sensation is almost too much to bear, the pressure building inside her, making her whole body tingle with anticipation.

“Ben…please…I need you…” she whispers, her voice breathless and pleading. The thought of him, of him taking her like this, fills her with a heat that spreads through her entire body. She imagines his hands on her hips, guiding her movements as he fucks her from behind, claiming her as his own.

The carrot slides in and out of her with a wet, sucking sound, stretching her preteen tightness and making her wetter with every thrust. Her nails dig into the sheets, her hips moving in perfect rhythm with her hand, lost in the sensation.

“Yes, Ben, that’s it…” she whispers, her voice hoarse from the pleasure. “Oh god, I need you…” Still imagining it’s not just the carrot filling her up, but his thick cock, thrusting into her over and over. The thought pushes her over the edge.

She feels a shudder run through her body, a wave of heat washing over her as her orgasm crashes over her. Her inner muscles clench tight around the carrot, squeezing it as her juices coat the thick length, making it even slicker. She arches  her back, crying out, lost in the sensation.

The sounds of the little girls pleasure fill the room, echoing off the walls and mixing with the rhythmic slapping of her wet, tight pussy against the carrot. Her free hand grip the sheets tightly, her nails digging into the soft fabric as she fights to keep herself from coming apart at the seams.

Ben jumped out of the car, “thanks Steve”, he shouts over his shoulder heading to his front door. He notices his mum and dad’s cars aren’t in the drive, and Sarah wouldn’t be back from school for a while yet. Time alone in the house meant only one thing to Ben, time spent jacking his teenage cock. As he came through the front door he heard a faint cry coming from his little sister Sarah’s bedroom.

He hesitates for a moment, not wanting to intrude on her privacy, but the sound of her pleasure is too much to ignore. He slowly creeps upstairs, the sound of her moans getting louder with each step. He peeks around the corner of her bedroom door, taking in the sight of his 12 year old sister, on all fours, her ass in the air, her legs spread wide, a carrot buried deep inside her hairless pussy. His heart races, his cock twitches. He stops in the doorway, frozen, unable to take his eyes off her.

“Oh god, Ben…” Sarah moans, her voice barely above a whisper. “Please…I need you…”

What the fuck is his little sister imagining, was she thinking about him, Ben wonders silently. Shocked and amazed by his preteen sister’s words and her behavior.  His 15 year old cock was completely vertical and throbbing in his pants, so hard it almost hurt.

He slowly takes a step into the room, still unable to tear his eyes away from the scene before him. Sarah’s little breathy moans fill the air, her body moving in perfect rhythm with her own hands. He watches, mesmerized, as her hips rock back and forth, taking the carrot in and out of her tight pussy.

His cock throbs painfully in his pants, straining against the fabric, desperate for release. He opens his fly and pulls out his rock hard teenage dick, wanking it slowly as he watches his little sister fuck herself. Totally engrossed in her pleasure and oblivious to his presence.

He can’t believe what he’s seeing, what she’s doing. Her little pussy is so tight around the carrot, her moans filling the room. He can’t help but imagine it’s his cock inside her, his teenage shaft pounding her over and over. He’d been wanking over thoughts of Sarah for about a year now. Since his skinny kid sister had started to change. She was still clearly a little girl, but also clearly a little girl starting to become a woman. The puffiness of her still hairless pussy, the hint of curve at her hips and just the first swellings of her tiny breasts. She was beautiful. She was also frantically fucking herself with a carrot. Ben thought it was the most beautiful sexy thing possible.

Her moans get louder, her hips moving faster and faster. He feels his own orgasm building, the hot spunk rushing from his balls. He can’t hold back any longer. Without thinking he steps closer, firing his load across his sister naked back, just as she climaxes too.

“Ahhhhh, Beeeeeen…” she moans, her voice still tinged with desire as she collapses onto the bed, spent. She feels something spatter across her back , jerking her back to earth.

Ben watches her reaction, his cock twitching in his hand, only half-hard now.

Sarah turn to see her big brother Ben standing next to her bed, his hard cock in his hand.

“Wha…Ben? Wh…what are you doing?” she stammers, trying to cover herself with her arms and blankets. Her heart races and her cheeks flush red with embarrassment. She is very aware that she’s still naked, carrot still lodged in her pussy.

Ben takes a step closer, his cock still twitching in his hand. “I…I’m sorry. I just…I couldn’t help but watch you. You were so…” he trails off, still struggling to find the words. “And then when I saw you…you know…” He gestures vaguely toward her back. “Your just so beautiful”, he trails off.

She’s still breathing hard, her small chest rising and falling rapidly. She glances back up at Ben, her cheeks flushing even redder. “B…Ben…I…I don’t know…This is so embarrassing”

Ben takes another step closer, his once agian hardening cock bobbing in his hand. He can’t help but be drawn to her. “I know it’s embarrassing, but its also very hot. You’re so beautiful, Sarah.” He swallows hard, trying to find the courage to say what’s on his mind. “I’ve always thought of you as my sweet little sister, but…but lately you’ve been changing… and now after this. I can’t help but think of you as…as someone else.”

Sarah looks up at him, her eyes searching his face. She can feel the heat between her legs again, the ache for more. She knows she should be horrified, but she can’t help but feel a thrill of excitement too. “Wha…what do you mean?” she whispers.

Ben takes another step closer, his cock now inches from her face. He brushes it across her lips, feeling her breath on his skin. “I mean…I want to be with you. I want to make love to you, Sarah. Seeing you like this, your so beautiful.”

Her breath hitches as she feels the heat of his cock against her lips. She looks up at him, her eyes wide and full of desire. “B…Ben…I…I don’t know…”

Ben brushes his cock against her lips again, harder this time. He can feel her wetness on his skin. “You don’t have to be scared, Sarah. You’re a woman now, and I want to make love to you.”

Her heart races as she feels his cock pressing against her lips. She wants this, she knows she does. With a shaky breath, she parts her lips and takes his cock into her mouth, tasting him. Ben groans deeply, his hips bucking forward as she begins to suck him. She’s never done this before, but it feels so good.

He gently guides her onto her back, his cock still in her mouth. She looks up at him, her eyes wide with desire as she feels him pressing against the back of her throat. He pulls back, watching as she pants, her little breasts rising and falling with each breath.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, his voice low and husky.

She shakes her head, her eyes locked on his. She feels the carrot in her pussy, still there, but it doesn’t matter now. It’s Ben’s cock she wants to take its place.

He takes his cock out of her hungry sucking little mouth, flips her over and pulls her up onto all fours. “You looked like you were enjoying the carrot like this”, he teased.

“Oh God, Ben…” she moans as he positions himself behind her. He pulls the carrot out of her pussy with a beautiful wet sound. Then gently guides his cock to her entrance, and with one hard slow stroke, he buries his teenage boy cock deep inside her, soaking carrot fucked, preteen hole. She lets out a gasp, her body tensing as he fills her completely.

“Are you okay, Sarah?” he whispers, his breath hot in her ear. “Do you want me to stop?”

Sarah shudders at the feel of him inside her, his cock is thicker than the carrot, it fills her completely. She can feel him deep inside, his heat, his strength. “No,” she gasps. “Don’t stop.”

Ben begins to move, slowly at first, his hips meeting hers in a rhythm that feels so right. He watches her, the way her body moves in tandem with his, the way her tiny pubescent breasts jiggling slightly with each thrust. Her pussy grips him tightly, her walls undulating around him, milking his cock. He can feel her juices dripping down onto his balls.

Sarah arches her back, her head thrown back as she moans. Her fingers dig into the soft mattress beneath her, her toes curl. She’s never felt anything like this before, so intense, so powerful. She can’t believe this is really happening, that it’s her goofy big brother inside her, making love to her.

Ben leans forward, his weight pressing her head and shoulders down into the bed. His thrusts become deeper, harder, faster. Her finger frantically rubbing her 12 year old clit. He can feel her tight little body trembling around him, her orgasm building. He knows he won’t last much longer, but he doesn’t want it to end. He wants to make sure she gets what she needs.

With a final thrust, he cries out as he comes, filling her up with his teenage boy seed. His hips buck hard against her, his cock pulsing deep inside her. She whimpers, her body shuddering as her own orgasm crashes over her. Her inner muscles grip him tightly, squeezing every last drop of his cum from him.

He collapses on top of her, his weight pressing her into the bed. They lie there for a moment, panting heavily, their chests rising and falling in unison. Sarah feels a warmth spreading through her, starting in her core and radiating outward. It’s not just from the intense orgasm she’s just had, but from the knowledge that she’s just shared something so intimate, so special with her big brother. She’d been fantasizing about him, and now here he was inside her.

“Are you okay, Ben?” she whispers, her voice still shaky from her climax.

He looks down at her, his eyes filled with an emotion she’s never seen before. It’s a mix of tenderness, lust, and maybe even a hint of regret. “I’m sorry if I hurt you,” he says quietly, his fingers tracing gentle circles on her stomach. “I didn’t mean to.”

She shakes her head, still feeling the afterglow of her orgasm. “It didn’t hurt,” she whispers, running her hands up his sides, over his ribs and back down to his butt. “It felt good. More than good, it felt amazing, Ben.”

He looks into her eyes, his expression softening even further. He kisses her gently on the lips, their tongues dancing together. He doesn’t want this to end.

Sarah feels her heart racing, her body still tingling from the pleasure she’s just experienced. She wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

“It’s okay,” she whispers, kissing him softly. “I want this. I want you. I never thought about you like this before today, but now thats its happened…I think it might be might new favorite thing”

Ben feels a surge of emotion as she confesses her feelings. He knows they shouldn’t be doing this, but he can’t bring himself to stop. He slides his hand down her slender 12 year old body, finding her wet and ready again. His fingers slip easily inside her, feeling her tight, hot channel grip him.

Her hips arch up off the bed, her back bowing as she moans his name. He begins to thrust his fingers in and out of her again, feeling her inner muscles squeeze and release around his fingers. He can feel her building toward another orgasm already, and he’s determined to make her feel as good as he possibly can.

He leans down, his lips brushing against her ear. “Do you like that, Sarah?” he whispers, his breath hot against her skin. “Do you want more?” His fingers continue their relentless motion inside his little sister, finding her sensitive spots over and over again. She whimpers, her little body trembling with the effort to remain still.

Her hips begin to buck up against his hand, meeting his thrusts with an urgency that takes him by surprise. He watches her face as she gets closer and closer to another climax, her features twisting into a mask of ecstasy. With a loud moan, she comes again, her inner muscles gripping his fingers tightly as she shudders through her orgasm.

Ben’s own desire is growing, his hard cock still sticking out if his fly. He knows they shouldn’t be doing this, but he can’t help himself. He quickly strips naked, then rolls her onto her stomach, pulling her hair back to expose her neck. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he kisses her softly there, feeling her skin warm beneath his lips.

Her body is still trembling from her climax, and she feels like she’s floating. She moans softly as he kisses her neck, arching her back to press her bottom back against his hips. He can feel the hard length of his cock pressed against her wetness, and with a sudden surge of desire, she reaches back and takes hold of it.

“Do it, Ben,” she whispers, guiding him forward. “I want you to.”

He pushes forward, feeling the head of his cock press against her slick little opening. He takes a deep breath, then slowly begins to push inside her. She gasps at the feeling of being filled, arching her back as he buries himself to the hilt. His boy thatch rubbing again her little bum. He looks down at her, watching her face as he starts to move, feeling her tight, hot preteen channel grip him with each thrust.

Her eyes are closed, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. He can feel her muscles tensing and relaxing around him, urging him on as he picks up the pace. He reaches down under her, finding her clit and begins to rub it roughly, feeling her body tense as she nears another orgasm.

“Oh god, Ben… I’m… I’m close…” she whispers, her voice shaking. He can feel her body trembling beneath him, her inner muscles gripping him tightly. He thrusts harder, feeling her inner walls squeezing him as she comes, her orgasm washing over them both. Her nails dig into the sheets as she arches her back, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Ben feels his own release building, his ever hard teenage cock throbbing inside her. He begins to thrust deeper, harder, lost in the sensation of being so deeply connected to his kid sister. He can feel her muscles clenching around him, milking him, as she comes again and again. Their sweat mixes on their skin, their breath mingles in the air between them.

“God, Ben… I can’t… I can’t believe we’re doing this…” she whispers, her voice filled with a mix of pleasure and guilt. He presses his lips against her ear, his breath hot and shaky.

“I know… me neither,” he admits, his hips moving faster as he thrusts inside her. She feels so good, so tight and warm, and he can’t help but lose himself in the sensation. Her hips pushing back, urging him on, as he picks up the pace, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that feels almost instinctual. His teenage hips slapping on his sisters little preteen bottom, as she grunts with every stroke.

He leans down, his lips finding hers, their tongues tangling as they kiss, the taste of each other’s sweat mixing on their lips. She pushes ass back further, urging him deeper, her nails digging into the sheets as she comes again. He feels her body trembling beneath him, her muscles gripping him tightly, and he can’t help but lose control.

With a final, powerful thrust, he empties himself inside her, his teenage hips bucking wildly as he cums. She gasps at the feeling of him filling her completely, her eyes squeezed shut as she experiences yet another wave of pleasure. Their bodies are flush against each other, sweat dripping from them, their hearts racing.

Ben collapses on top of her again, his weight pinning her to the bed. He nuzzles his face into her neck, breathing heavily as he tries to catch his breath. He can feel her heart racing beneath him. The warmth of their bodies, the smell of their sweat, the feel of her soft skin beneath his fingers… it’s all too much.

She lifts her head, gazing back up at him with a mixture of love and desire in her eyes. “I can’t believe we just did that, twice” she whispers.

He leans down, kissing her forehead, their bodies still joined. “I know… me neither. But I’m not complaining.” He looks at her, his eyes serious. “You understand that this changes everything, right?”

She nods, her breath still ragged from their lovemaking. “I know.”

He leans in, his lips brushing against her ear.