Losing My Virginity to My Brother’s Friend [FM] [virginity] [hot tub] (based on a true story)

Losing my Virginity to my Brother’s Best Friend

I couldn’t believe how quickly I had gotten to this moment.

One minute, Brad was just my brother’s friend and seemingly unrequited crush.

Now we were sitting here, together, in my hot tub. I had been relaxing, enjoying the peace and quiet of my boring spring break. Of course my parents were out of town during the one week their daughter was home. Typical. On the bright side, I had the place to myself.

Sadly, my brother would be driving home soon. Brad showed up as I was just getting ready to hop into the hot tub, and I invited him to join me. Now, he sits across from me, shirtless, in borrowed trunks.

“So, are you still liking your major?” Brad asks, interrupting my daydreams. He splashes the quietly churning water. I kept the dial on low so the sounds wouldn’t drown out any potential conversation.

“Oh, you know. I’m not sure yet. I’m still getting a lot of liberal arts requirements out of the way,” I say. “How is psych? You’re graduating this year, right?”

“It’s really interesting. I’m taking a course on sexuality right now. Fascinating stuff.”

I nod, acting as if I’m familiar with the ins and outs of human sexuality. But it’s something I know embarrassingly little about. I did all of my school at a private Christian school with an abstinence-only program. I’ve kissed a few boys, but I’ve never had any real sexual contact.

Suddenly, I decide just to be honest. Maybe he could enlighten me a little so I wouldn’t still be a hopeless virgin at 19. “It’s actually something I don’t know a lot about.”

He raises his eyebrows and opens his mouth to speak, but then his phone, perched on the ledge of the tub, buzzes. “It’s your brother,” he says. “He forgot he had a group project meeting. He can’t make it here for another few hours.”

“Darn. Are you going to wait around for him?” I can’t keep the hopefulness out of my voice.

“Hell yeah! I enjoy the hot tub. And of course, the company.”

I wondered how to steer the conversation back to his sex class. I look at him longingly. His deep tan, thick muscles, and dark eyes. He isn’t fat-far from it- but he’s big. So big. I feel small and soft and cute in comparison. He’s like a gentle giant. Physically intimidating, but soft-spoken. I just want to do… something to him. I want to touch him, to wade over to his side of the tub and sit on his lap.

Just then, I feel my bikini knot loosen. I didn’t tie it well since I assumed I’d be alone. “Shoot!” I yell, as it unlaces. I catch it quickly, covering my breasts.

“Here, let me get it for you,” Brad says. I walk over to his side and sit next to him. He quickly knots my bikini into place.

“Thanks,” I say. “Can I stay here?” I was surprised at my own boldness.

“No, but you can stay here,” he says, and pulls me onto his lap, helped by the buoyancy of the water.

“Oh my god”, I say, feeling his hard dick underneath my ass.

“Sorry, too fast?” He asks. But his greedy hands are still rubbing my thighs. “No one will be here for a few hours if you do want to learn a little more about human sexuality.”

*So he had been listening*. What do I have to lose? I like Brad but I don’t really want him to be my boyfriend. It’s the perfect time to explore a little bit. What the hell. “No, not too fast,” I say. “I was just surprised how well you read my mind.”

“Gotta strike while the iron is hot. Or, while the hot tub is hot.” It’s not really that funny but I am so nervous I can’t help but giggle. That’s when I feel him slide his hands to the top of my bikini bottom. He rubs below my belly button, then his hand pushes down even further. I can’t believe this is happening.

He uses two fingers to circle over the sensitive spot. “See, this is the clitoris.”

“I knew that!” I say, defensively, even though I didn’t.

“Have you ever made yourself cum before?” He asks.

*Cum must mean make myself have an orgasm.* “No, I don’t think so…” I’m distracted by how pleasurable the touch is.

“Trust me, if you had, you would know.” He pushes down a little more and I gasped. I realize that my masturbation efforts had been crippled by my misconception that only light touches would feel good. The pressure increases my pleasure even more. My whole body feels intensely warm, not just from the hot tub. I feel my neck and face flush deeper, and I can feel my pulse there in my center, where he’s touching. I lean back and rest my head next to his on his shoulder, closing my eyes.

“You like this?” He asks. I realize that he is being condescending. His enjoyment is completely held in the fact that I seem innocent and am a virgin. But it is too late for me to care, and in a way it turns me on even more- knowing my lack of experience is working in my favor and making him happy.

“Yeah, I really do.”

He keeps the pressure going, making small but deep circles. *Fuck, it feels so good.* I feel the tension build more and more, and a sensation I have never felt before- the feeling of my body contracting just a little bit in rhythm with his touch. “Don’t stop,” I say.

“Don’t worry, I won’t. Are you going to cum?”

“I don’t know,” I say. His words and everything surrounding me seem fuzzy and distant. I open my eyes and look down, where his hand is stirring underneath my bathing suit. That is when I orgasm, and I know it because the pleasure is so intense and unique, and when he is done my body feels satisfied. I relax back onto his lap as he extracts his hand.

“That good, huh?” He says. “Do you want to do more?”

I nod, a little dazed.

“Alright, turn around and face me.” I oblige, straddling him, looking into his beautiful dark eyes. He looks different- the gentleness is gone, and a vein stands out just a bit on his forehead. I realize then that he is holding back, that if he had his way he would just throw me over the side of the pool and fuck me hard without caring. The thought makes me even more excited, and the satisfaction of my orgasm is replaced with even more wanting.

He pulls me in and we start making out. He flicks his tongue in and out between my lips. It’s foreign and aggressive, and I feel a little scared in the moment. But it must push some button in my brain that makes me crave sex anymore, because as we make out, I feel myself push my hips against him, grinding against his midriff.

He pushes me away and pulls his shorts down, revealing the first penis I had ever seen in person. It looks huge, but maybe the water is just creating an optical illusion. I take off my bottoms, and my bikini top too, because what the hell.

“Oh, fuck,” he says, all of his restraint disappearing. He pulls my hand under the water, and I grab his dick. It is huge, and my fingers don’t come close to fitting all the way around. “Yeah, stroke it up and down, just like that,” he says.

Then he lifts my hand away. “Come sit on it,” he says.

I am scared, but I straddle him again and put the top of his penis against the opening of my vagina. I have never put anything in there this big before. Still, he slides into me, painfully. “Oh, my god,” it’s my turn to say.

“Does it feel good?” He hasn’t thrusted yet, just lets me keep trying to fit it all. The pain is replaced by a deep pleasure as I push myself down as far as I can go. His cock is pressed against something sensitive deep inside.

“Yeah, it does,” I say, and that is when he starts to fuck me from beneath, holding my hips down onto his. It hurts but still feels good at the same time. I don’t have words to describe to him how good it is, but I find myself moaning out loud, and hope it is enough. I have never felt so raw and animalistic about an act in my life, and the combination of the pain, pleasure, adrenaline, and the newness of it all makes it easy for me to cum again while he fucks me.

He keeps going, the expression on his face intense and concentrated. “This isn’t going to be long,” he says.

“It’s ok, your dick is really big for me. I don’t know how much longer I can go before it starts to hurt.”

For some reason he seems to like that. He closes his eyes and tips his head back, and cums inside me.

As soon as he cums, he transforms back into the real Brad- almost instantly. “Oh, my god. I am so sorry. I can buy you the plan B pill.” He seems embarrassed, and with his desire satisfied, a little ashamed of the circumstances.

“Don’t worry,” I say, still ass-naked on his lap. “I am on the pill! I went on when I went to school.”

“Oh, thank God,” he says. Then he kisses me on the lips, hard. “That was really great.”

I smile, a new woman. A non-virgin. An *adult*. “I think so too.”

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