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11/4/2011

Dear diary,

You will never believe what happened today. Jimmy Johnson actually tried to kiss me. I was so disgusted that I almost hurled on him. I mean come on, if you are going to try to kiss a girl, at least take a shower that week and use a breath mint or something. I was pushing him away, and thankfully my brother was watching out for me, so he dragged the jerk away before he got anywhere. Thank god, I want my first kiss to be something special, not some gross jerk forcing himself on me.

I looked down at the page and smiled. The wide, flowery handwriting covered the entire first page of the little notebook. On the off chance my parents ever looked, they would assume it was one of my old diaries and close it. Of course, I never actually kept a diary, but they thought I did. As if I would ever put my innermost thoughts and feelings down on paper.

This notebook, like its predecessors, would be burned as soon as I finished with it. Now and then, I needed to write down my thoughts to help organize them, but I would never keep it longer than necessary. My family would never read it, but I couldn't say the same for the girls my brother brought home. I got along with all of them, but we weren't really friends. Flipping the page, I went back to my writing.

I guess it all started before we were born. My brother and I are fraternal twins, but the doctors were afraid I would never be born. In the womb, our umbilical cords were tangled and it impeded my growth to the point they feared I would be stillborn. It was almost as if he knew my life was in danger, because he never turned. When mom went into labor, they had to perform a C-section.

They took my brother out first. He was a perfectly healthy seven pound two ounce baby boy. I was less than half that at three pounds eight ounces, but I was surprisingly healthy for my size. My body was underdeveloped and I would have years of health problems, but I was alive. The doctors admitted later that if my brother had turned for a normal delivery it would have pinched off my cord and killed me. Like I said, it was as if he knew I was in danger and wanted to protect me.

My brother continued to develop normally, hitting every milestone they have for children right on time. I was another story entirely. I couldn't even lift my own head until I was almost six months old and finally started rolling over and crawling after a year. I didn't even take my first step until I was almost three. The only thing I was ever on time with was talking. I said my first word at nine months and was talking in full sentences before I could walk.

Of course my first word was 'ruce', my brother's name, or as close as I could come because I couldn't make a B sound yet. We were that close that it only made sense. From the moment we left the womb, he wouldn't stop crying unless I was with him. Mom had to put us in the crib together or he wouldn't sleep. When he started crawling and walking, it was always to get closer to me. From the time we were born, he appointed himself my protector and has always watched over me.

Our growth pattern from the womb continued as we grew up, and I was always smaller than the other kids our age were while he was at the top of the range. He continued to protect me, keeping the other kids from picking on me, and making sure I was safe before he would join any games. It got to the point that I knew he would do anything I asked him to, but I never really took advantage of it.

It continued into junior high and high school. I had convinced my brother to join the football team because he was so big it seemed a natural place for him to be. When we started sixth grade, he was bigger than most of the eight graders and the coaches had asked him to try out. I still looked like a third grader of course and he wanted to protect me, but it was one of the few times I asked him to do something for me.

I didn't want him to devote his entire life to protecting me, he was a natural athlete, and the prestige of being a football player would help him in high school. You see, I was always the smarter one. Maybe it was because I was so weak that I had to spend more time resting and reading, but I developed mentally far sooner than he did. Not that my brother wasn't smart, we were both honor students, but he was clueless about some things.

*quot;Hey sis, I am about to start the movie. Are you coming already?*quot;

*quot;Grab the popcorn and I will be down in a minute,*quot; I said as I looked back. Yummy. He was dressed in just his sleep shorts already and I wanted to lick every inch of him. Of course his eyes were averted, he never took the opportunities to peek I gave him, or at least never that I noticed. He probably caught a flash of my pussy before he turned his head, but I had intended that.

After he left, I stuffed the notebook under my pillow, knowing I would be back at it tomorrow morning and went down to enjoy some time with my brother.

Where was I? Oh yea, entering high antalya escort school I think. It was just before we turned fifteen and my brother was already a stud. He was almost six foot and close to two hundred pound of solid muscle from all the workouts to stay in shape for football. Again, my doing, but he benefited from it so I don't feel bad about convincing him to exercise more. I had been right there alongside of him, but while I had grown stronger, I was still tiny.

When we started high school, he was a shoo-in for the varsity football team. He played defensive end, and averaged three sacks a game by himself while shutting down anyone who tried to run to his side of the line. If he did half as well in high school, he would still be the best lineman they had. He was picked up by one of the cheerleaders and lost his virginity after the first game, but it only lasted a couple weeks. None of his girlfriends lasted more than a couple months because he was so close to me that they felt threatened or something.

Not that I minded them leaving, they only wanted him because he was popular and had a nine inch cock. Okay, it wasn't quite that big our freshman year, but we were seniors now and I knew exactly how big it was. I had watched as some random girl asked him out, slept with him and broke up with him a couple weeks later all through high school. He was never upset about it, because he never was attached to them. I would have been concerned that he had no interest in sex, but I know he had sex with all of them; he was just never the aggressor.

I knew he got hard with me, but it's kind of a natural reaction when a girl's ass I pressed against your groin. Not that we ever acknowledged it, or he ever tried anything. He would lay there behind me, my body curled up against his and not budge. The arm he put around me would never stray off my stomach through the entire movie. I wished he would, but I guess I'm just not that exciting.

Of course, there isn't much there to grope even if he wanted to. My brother and I are complete opposites. At eighteen, he was six foot four and two hundred fifty pounds of solid muscle, with blond hair, blue eyes, perfect golden tan, and a smile that made girls' panties wet. I on the other hand, was a few inches shy of five foot and would only break eighty pounds if you dropped me in the river fully clothed. I was pretty enough, but black hair, gray eyes and pale skin didn't do it for many people, especially with the drastic lack of curves. Let's just say if I bothered to wear a bra, it would barely need to be an A cup.

I look down and shake my head. Even my writing is rambling at this point. Maybe I need to go over what happened last night and see if it sparks any ideas, It's not like it was the first time it happened, I just need to figure out how to take it farther.

After I stashed you last night, I went down for a movie night with my brother. We had done it every Friday and Saturday night since as far back as I can remember. The only changes were the kinds of movies we picked now, how late we stayed up, and the fact that we used the basement now so our parents wouldn't have to suffer through our movies. My brother had cued up some bad horror movie on Netflix and I hit play as I pushed back into him.

He was lying on his side at the back of the couch, and I took my regular place, curled up in front of him holding the bowl of popcorn against my stomach. Our parents didn't even bat an eye seeing us like this, even as old as we were now. We had slept like this in our crib, and even shared a bed up until we were teenagers sleeping in this exact position. It was just an extension of his protective nature for him to be spooned up behind me and holding me.

Our parents had insisted on separate rooms, worried something might happen as we started to mature sexually. They relaxed again after my brother started dating and screwing every girlfriend he brought home, figuring he wouldn't try to take advantage of me. As if he would ever do anything, I had even tried to tempt him, but he just held me as he always did.

Last night was a fairly common movie night for us anymore. My brother fell asleep half way through the first movie, his hard cock pressed against me with nothing more than two thin layers of cloth between it and my ass. I had grown very skilled at fishing his cock out of his shorts and fondling it as I played with myself. Thankfully, he slept like a rock when he crashed.

That much had satisfied me for a while, but I moved on to trapping his cock between my ass cheeks and rubbing myself against him as I played with my clit. That had gone on until I went too long and made him cum all over my back. I had managed to clean us both up and get him tucked back into his shorts, but it scared me enough to stop my games for a couple weeks.

When I started again, I decided to make it easier to clean up if it happened again and slipped his cock between my thighs as I played with both of us. That lara escort was what happened last night. I had his cock between my legs and was rubbing the head against my clit. I got off half a dozen times before he shot off in my hand. I had licked his cum off my hand and used my mouth to clean him up before tucking his cock back into his shorts. I had become a bit addicted to the taste of his cum, and would usually climax again as I licked it off my hands. I probably didn't have to clean him up as thoroughly as I did, but I didn't want him smelling my juices when he did wake up and I enjoyed licking and sucking his cock.

I wanted to go further, but I wanted him awake and willing when he took my cherry. See, I'm still a virgin. There were a few guys who wanted to take care of that, but they were all players, only interested in me because they wanted another notch on their bedpost. If any of them had even come close to comparing to my brother, I might have let them, but sadly, none of them were. I didn't have much interest in boys anyway if I was being entirely honest.

Most people would call my brother a player too, but he was nothing like that. He never pursued the girls he slept with or tried to convince them to have sex with him. Even though he had fucked half the girls in our school, they were the ones who pursued him and initiated any sex that happened. His size and sexual stamina were the most popular topics of conversation in the girl's locker room. The one right behind that was how gentle and considerate he was, never pushing a girl for more than she was ready to give, so they never felt pressured when they had sex with him.

I looked down at the last paragraph again then flipped back through what I had already written. I knew all about his first time, because he had given me a detailed description of it, and it had molded him into the kind of lover he is. He had been nervous about pushing to fast because he had no idea what would happen, and she had told him that he should always let the girl lead so they were comfortable.

I wanted to slap myself for being so slow. My brother was a genius, but he was literal minded and took everything exactly as it was said. The advice he received his first time meant he would never think to go further than a girl invited him to. His way of thinking had also probably ended most of his relationships. A girl expected her boyfriend to call her, but when she said she would talk to him tomorrow, he took it at that and didn't call her.

It was also what made him such a good defensive end now that I thought about it. When I asked him to try out for football, I told him it was easy. All he and to do was tackle the guy with the ball. He took it literally and went straight at the ball on every play. I just couldn't believe it had taken me so long to figure it out. If I wanted my brother, I just had to make it completely clear to him.

I would have to take it slow because he was still my brother. He might freak out if I just came out and told him I wanted him to take my virginity. I knew he would do it for me if I asked, but he would probably feel weird about it later and I didn't want to damage our relationship. I wanted it to grow because he was the only man I had any interest in.

The only problem with going slow was I would have to wait until our next movie night to start acting on my plan. We had a strictly enforced rule in our house about school nights. We had to be in our rooms at nine and lights out by ten. Mostly because our parents went to bed at nine, and checked to make sure the lights were out when they finished having sex right before ten.

We were allowed to stay up late on weekends as long as we were in the basement, and our parents rarely did more than stick their heads through the door to say good night. My brother usually crashed around ten anyway, which is why I had so many opportunities to play with his cock while he slept. I knew it would take a while before he was comfortable enough with our sexual play to actually fuck me, but I was willing to wait.

Friday night, finally. The football game ended just over an hour ago but my brother wasn't home yet. I had gone straight home with my parents and come downstairs when they went to bed, but my brother had taken his girlfriend home after the game. I knew that translated as go to her house for a victory fuck, but I wished he would hurry. I couldn't blame him for wanting to celebrate. He played an awesome game tonight and there were collage scouts in the stands who had come just to watch him.

I had academic scholarship offers coming out of my ears, but I knew we would both end up wherever he was accepted to play football. I was hoping for somewhere out of state, so no one would have to know we were related.

I was lying in just my t-shirt, watching High School of the Dead when he finally joined me. I could tell by his goofy smile that he had just gotten laid, but he had at least changed into manavgat escort his sleep shorts before coming down. *quot;You missed a few episodes, but it's not like we haven't seen them before.*quot;

*quot;Sorry, I hate missing our time, but I really had to work of some of that extra energy,*quot; he said as he sat down in front of me. *quot;You want to shift so we can get comfortable?*quot;

I was lying on the couch and was more than happy to move so he could slip in behind me. I had actually been playing episode five repeatedly as I waited for him and skipped to the end when I heard him coming down. I started episode six as I curled back into him, knowing the beginning scene and my ass in his lap would get him hard in no time.

*quot;I was sitting right behind the scouts for Texas A