chapter 1
Simply put, my brother Calvin s girlfriend was a knockout.
Her name was Millie McAllen, and she was one of the nicest and
sexiest girls at our school. She was in 12th grade, like my
brother, and she was going to turn eighteen in two months.
She had dazzling green eyes, cute freckled skin, and the most
beautiful smile I’d ever seen. Her hair was red, and she
wore it short in what I call Egyptian style--cut even across
the forehead with long sides. She was tall and slender, with
a nice chest and a gorgeous butt. Despite her looks, she was
a little shy, and I think I fell in love with her the first
time Cal brought her home.
She was nice to me, but I wasn’t exactly Mr. Popular, or a
jock like my brother. I was pretty sure I’d never have a
chance with a girl like her. I was also two years younger
and a sophomore, and though I did play soccer, I wasn’t
anywhere as built or even as good-looking as Cal. In fact,
he and I were about as different as night and day. He got
the looks and the muscle, and I got the brains (for what
they re worth) and the imagination. By the same token, Cal
gets the girls, and I get the good grades. Some deal, huh?
Anyway, they had been seeing each other for about two months,
and I was beginning to wonder miserably how far Cal had
managed to worm his way into her pants.
Then, one fateful Wednesday, I found out. My soccer
practice had been cancelled, as our tyrannical coach had a
doctor s appointment, hopefully have his head removed from his
ass. I found myself getting home around three-thirty, a good
hour before usual, and when I noticed Millie s blue Honda
parked in the driveway, I immediately became suspicious. Our
parents didn’t get off work until seven, so that meant that my
brother and his girlfriend were all by themselves in the house.
Or, so they thought.
Quietly, I unlocked the door and went inside. I really
doubted that I’d catch them doing anything, but it was fun to
be sneaky anyway. I walked down the hall to the stairs, and
had just started to head up when I heard a quiet noise from
the living room. It almost sounded like a moan, but I told
myself I’d just imagined it. But, after a split-second of
hesitation, I turned around and went to investigate.
My heart pounding with suspense, I peeked around the corner
into the living room to see my brother as he squatted naked on
the couch over Millie s chest. She had her hand wrapped around
the red, wet-looking shaft of his dick, and as she squeezed
and pumped it, he groaned and threw his head back. I watched
in shock and amazement as my brother s dick twitched and
spurted a jet of thick white sperm onto his girlfriend’s
upturned face. She was lying on her back on the couch with
her skirt up around her waist, her panties in a heap on the
floor.
I felt a sudden burst of adrenaline, most of which seemed to
go to my cock, and my chin was probably scraping the floor.
Even without my imagination, it wasn’t hard to guess what
they’d been doing. I tried to get a look at Millie s naughty
parts, but I couldn’t because Cal was kneeling above her chest
on the sofa, blocking my view. His cock was bobbing and
jumping twitching in Millie s hand as it squirted a few last
gooey wads of cum onto her chin. She had her lips and eyes
tightly closed, and I couldn’t tell if she was enjoying it,
though it was rather obvious that Cal was.
Watching my brother s beautiful girlfriend take his hot
load on her mouth almost made me spew mine into my pants. She
looked up at him with her bright green eyes, seemingly
unashamed that several dollops of thick, stringy boy-cum were
sticking to her cute lips. Her freckled cheeks were rosy pink,
and she was breathing quickly. God, she looked hot. Suddenly,
more than anything in the world, I wanted it to be me that she
was looking at. Me who had just pumped a sack-full of warm nut
juice onto her homecoming-queen face.
Cal suddenly groaned again, and I saw that Millie was running
her long tongue underneath the purple head of his softening
prick. She jerked it gently with her hand, seeming to want
more.
“Sorry, babe,” Cal mumbled as he got to his feet. “I’m late
for practice.” Like the true gentleman he is, he grabbed her
panties and wiped the last traces of jizz from his cock, then
dropped them to the floor. “You’d better get dressed,” he said,
tugging on his shorts. “My little brother ll be back soon.”
She gave his back a disappointed look as he sauntered into
the bathroom, and I scowled at him as well. Frankly, Cal was a
pig, even though I envied him. Well, as much as I could envy
anyone whose only sexual education came from watching porno
movies while guzzling beer. In fact, that was probably where he
had gotten the inspiration to spurt off on her face.
Millie grimaced and wiped her mouth on her already cum-
smeared panties, then swung her long legs to the floor. I held
my breath hopefully, but her skirt fell down between her thighs
before I could see anything. Cal came out and began rummaging
around for his football equipment, and to avoid being seen, I
ducked back down the hall and out the door. I went around back
so I wouldn’t have to see my brother when he left.
Cal was usually an okay guy, but with girls he seemed to be a
real asshole. He was so self-absorbed that I was surprised they
could put up with him. But, for some inexplicable, masochistic
reason, I’d noticed that a lot of women seemed to be attracted
to guys like that. His philosophy about sex also seemed to be of
the Get It Up, Get It In, Get It Off, and Get Her Out variety,
which was a pathetic shadow of the things I’d do in his place.
I’d looked at Millie with someone else s jizz on her lips and
I’d still wanted to kiss her. Not just that; I wanted to ravish
her, pleasure her, make hot monkey love to her till we both
passed out. I’d treat her like the goddess that she was. Cal
just got up and left her with his cum on her face like all he
cared about was getting his rocks off. I don t know what made
me madder, the fact that he treated her like shit or the fact
that she put up with it.
I loitered around for a few minutes, wishing my hard-on
would go away. I heard the door slam. School was close enough
that Cal would probably jog there, but I kept listening for the
sound of Millie’s car starting up. After nearly five minutes, I
got tired of waiting and walked around front. Her car was still
there, but she’d had plenty of time to get cleaned up by now. I
walked inside and dropped my backpack down on the now empty
couch, seeing Millie s purse sitting on the coffee table. I
heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom.
I bent down and carefully opened her purse. I had a sneaking
suspicion as to what I would find, and sure enough, there they
were. Crumpled up white cotton panties, stained and gooey with
fresh nut-milk. My dick had softened to a sticky lump in my
pants, but now it quickly returned to being hard enough to cut
diamond as I replayed the scene in my mind. Damn, that was the
hottest thing I’d ever seen. I closed her purse and put it back
in its original spot on the table, then practically ran upstairs
to my room and shut the door. I dropped my pants and peeled off
my underwear. My cock popped out, throbbing angrily and seeking
relief.
Now that I had seen my brother s dick, I no longer thought I
was the runt of the family. His was rather small, kind a short
and stubby-looking. Mine wasn’t that big, maybe seven inches or
so, but it was probably at least two inches longer than his. A
fat lot of good it did me though, since all I did with it was
whack off.
And that s what I planned to do now. Millie would leave soon
and I could jerk myself till I was blue in the face, fantasizing
that I was me that had fucked her and popped off all over her
yummy lips. I squeezed my rod firmly and it jumped for joy. The
skin was taut and shiny, and I didn’t think I’d ever been this hard
before. I spat in my hand and began to pump my cock with it,
quickly losing myself in imagining what it would feel like to slide
it deep into Millie s juicy twat and feel her cum around my pulsing
dick.
To be honest, I really had no idea what it would feel like. I
was still a virgin, but somehow, I doubted that screwing Millie would
be similar to screwing my pillow. I had a good imagination though,
and I imagined that it would be pretty fucking awesome.
With a solid mental image of Millie s panting face and pouty, cum-
soaked lips, I lay back on my bed and jerked my meat until I
blasted a geyser of jizz into the air. I must’ve spurted almost a
dozen times, my sperm launching out and landing all over my stomach
and thighs. It was an awesome cum, and I closed my eyes and
pictured Millie licking my sticky jism from her lips. I was still
so out of it that I almost didn’t hear the soft click my door made
as it shut.
I froze, then almost jumped up as I realized what that meant.
Millie had watched me jerk off! I sat there in shock, not knowing
whether to be embarrassed, mad, or flattered. I guess I was a
little of each. I cleaned myself off as best I could with the
handy towel I kept by under the bed, and just as I was pulling on
some clothes, I heard Millie’s car start and drive off.
I sat on my bed and sighed. Had she figured out I’d been spying
on them? Maybe. I hoped she wouldn’t tell my brother about it, or
that I was jacking off. He’d probably think I was some kind of
pervert or something. It was weird, though. The fact that Millie
had stayed to watch me cum turned me on intensely. I didn’t know
what it meant, but all I could hope for now was that I wouldn’t get
busted.
The rest of that week went by in a dull blur of homework and TV.
Cal was excited about his upcoming away game on Saturday, and I was
just happy that Millie hadn’t seemed to mention anything to him
about my peeping or jerking off. She hadn’t been by again, which
was probably just as well since I didn’t t know if I could talk to
her without embarrassing myself. She’d occupied my thoughts for
the past few days, stepping up even more often than usual to take
the lead role in my daydreams and fantasies. I was pretty ashamed
about feeling this way about my brother’s girlfriend, but I couldn’t
help it.
