Jim is Kate’s favorite brother. Only brother.
My older brother, Jim, was excited when I was born. It’s because my mom had tried to have a child many times but it was a struggle. Eventually she had me when my brother was already six. And he was so excited. Because of this, we grew up inseparable. He is my best friend, my everything.
I know everything about him. Even his girlfriend was first preapproved by me. Soon I grew older developed breasts and curves but didn’t have a period yet. All my friends at school had them and I was stressed that I did not have one yet. Jim kept reassuring me that they would come. They did very late. At fourteen. That’s when I bled, and I was so excited. The came the second problem. Everyone was dating someone, except me.
I sat on the edge of my bed after school, phone in my lap, scrolling through the group chat where everyone was talking about their boyfriends and girlfriends. It was just a week since I had my first period. I read the messages. They made my stomach twist a little in jealousy. I was fourteen, almost fifteen, and I wanted one. Yet everyone in school seemed to be taken. Except the weird ones. Jim knocked once and pushed the door open without waiting.
He was twenty, tall, broad in the shoulders, wearing the same faded black tee he always wore around the house A handsome intelligent dude in college. He would have moved out if not for me. Both my parents and him agreed I would be very lonely without him. He dropped his motorcycle keys on my desk and sat beside me, close enough that our thighs touched. I was used to this, we had always been close. But why did it make me feel warm?
“You’ve been quiet since I picked you up,” he said, voice low and steady. “What’s going on?”
I bit my lip and set the phone down. Why would he say that. It’s not like people could converse when on a high-speed motorbike with your brother. I wanted to start an argument. But I could not say that to him. I was honest about my real issue
“Everyone in class has a boyfriend. I think… maybe it’s time I get one too.”
He let out a soft laugh, his hand found the back of my neck, warm and familiar, thumb rubbing slow circles. Something he liked to do to me a lot. But now it made me feel warm and made my heart beat faster.
“You don’t need to rush that. You are still young and you know how I feel about random guys around you.”
I leaned into his touch without thinking. As I’d always done. Yes, he had been very protective of me when it came to random guys. Even once pulled out a gun on an older man who was trying to befriend me. (But he didn’t shoot). Anyway, I had interviewed his girlfriend. He’d probably interview mine too.
“But Mom and Dad always say we should stay close. They’d probably want me to ask you first anyway.”
He exhaled through his nose, the protective edge in his eyes softening only a fraction. “If you’re serious, we can talk about it. But I’m not letting just anyone near you.” His fingers slid down to my shoulder, squeezing gently. “Let’s talk about this when you are less emotional. You just had your first period and I am sure your emotions are all over the place. After all you are a woman now.”
So this is what was happening to me. Everything that had seemed innocent previously was making me so hot or emotional. The room felt smaller with him this close. I could smell his cologne mixed with the faint scent of my perfume from our ride home. My phone buzzed again with a message about my deskmate’s date tonight, but I didn’t reach for it. Instead I rested my head against his arm, the same way I always have since forever. But now, it felt different.
“Okay,” I murmured. “Help me figure it out?”
He nodded then lifted me up in one motion. We went for dinner, ate from the same place as usual. Our parents chatting with us as well. They knew Id had a period but none of them had talked to me about it yet. We left out parents watching news as we walked off to the bedroom.
That night we were in the same bed like many times before, the house quiet around us. But tonight the air was tense. I laid on my side facing the wall while he settled in behind me, one strong arm sliding over my waist and pulling me back against his chest. His breath was warm on my neck. I felt itchy between my legs.
“I’m sad,” he murmured against my skin. “Soon you’ll have a boyfriend and forget all about me.”
I shook my head, pressing back into him. “I can’t forget you. I love you.”
He hugged me tighter, lips brushing the side of my neck in slow, lingering kisses. “I can’t forget you either,” he whispered, voice low. “I love you so much, sis.” He said it again and again between each kiss, the words vibrating against my throat as his mouth moved over my neck and up to my jaw.
He shifted, climbing over me, still kissing—neck, cheek, the corner of my mouth—repeating “I love you Kate” in that same deep tone. Then his lips covered mine, deep and hungry, tongue sliding in. I pulled back just enough to ask, “What are you doing?”
Instead of answering he pressed his hips forward, grinding the hard line of his cock against my pussy through our clothes. The friction made my breath catch. It gave a strange relief to my itchy pussy. It felt so good and I wanted him to grind harder. A small moan slipped out before I could stop it.
“What are you doing?” I asked, voice shaky.
“That’s what your future boyfriend will make you feel, the thing that will make you forget me.” he said, still rocking against me. I asked if that’s what he does with his girlfriend and he answers yes without hesitation. So relationships were all about scratching each other’s itches between the legs. But if Jim could rub it and give me relief maybe I could stay a few more years without a boyfriend.
“Stop overthinking.” I said, breathily. More to myself than to Jim
“Another boy will fuck you, use you break your heart. I hate it, I wish I could stop it.” His voice broke as he said that and he began grinding harder. His tongue in my ear.
He tugged his sweatpants down just enough, reached between us, pulled my panties aside, rubbed my wetness with a finger and suddenly it was the bare head of his cock that was rubbing directly along my wet slit. It felt so hard and so big. The contact was hot and slick. He kept rubbing, sliding the length of it over my clit again and again, saying incoherent things, until my thighs trembled and I came hard, gasping.
“My Kate, my sweet little Katherine.” He said in my ear. All I could manage to say was
“Oooooooh.”
Before the aftershocks faded he lined up and pushed in.
“Kate” he groaned as his cock invaded my pussy. The stretch burned at first, then gave way as he sank deeper, breaking through my virginity with one steady thrust. I felt so full.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, voice rough. He started moving, slow at first then harder, each stroke filling me completely. I came again around him, clenching and shaking, and he kept fucking me through it.
He pulled out at the last second, stroking himself until thick ropes of cum spill across the mattress between us. We stayed tangled together, breathing hard, his arm still locked around my waist.
“I love you so much Kate” He said.
“I love you too Jim.” I answered breathless.
“I am sorry but I just had to be the one to do it.”
“Do what?”
“Break your virginity. I could not let a loser do it. I…” I did not let him finish.
“Can we do it again?” He looked at me with hooded eyes. And we did. This time he ate me out first. Then thrust me relentlessly and I was afraid dad and mom could hear us. We slept very late that night. It felt so good to get my itch scratched, I could do it forever.
From that day forward we grew even more inseparable. Every chance we got we were touching, kissing, fucking. I dropped the matter of a boyfriend. I never mentioned it again. He started bringing me birth control pills every morning, watching me swallow them before he pulled me into his lap for another round.
We spent hours locked in my room with his cock buried in my mouth while I sucked him deep till I swallowed his cream, or with my thighs spread wide while he licked and sucked on my pussy until my legs shook. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Even when our parents were home we found ways—quickies in the bathroom, me riding him silently in my bed.
His girlfriend never suspected a thing. She thought we were just the same close siblings we’d always been. I could not stop myself from imagining how Jim buried his cock in her too and it made me jelous. Our parents smiled at how attached we still were. They had no idea he was spending almost every night in my room now, sliding into me from behind while whispering how tight and wet I felt around him.
One weekend we went hiking. Halfway up the trail he pushed me against a tree, yanked my shorts down, and fucked me standing up with my back scraping bark. I came twice before he pulled out and painted my ass with his cum. Another time at our grandparents’ farm we snuck into the stables at night. He bent me over a hay bale, pulled my panties aside, and took me hard while horses shifted in their stalls. We were completely addicted—sneaking off whenever we could to suck, fuck, and come together.
One night, on his bed, after he’d just finished inside me he stayed buried deep, breathing against my neck. “If you want,” he murmured, “I can be the one to find a boyfriend for you.”
I nodded, excited, already imagining what that would mean. “Yes. I want that.”
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