My First 69 (My First Cock | Part 3) [Str8] [Mf] [Young] [Incest] [Step B/s] [Oral]

*You should read the first two parts if you haven’t already. The link to both can be found in the comment section.*

# My First 69

I was usually a pretty good kid. I did as I was told, remembered my manners and stayed out of trouble. But as I sat there, slumped into the couch with my arms crossed and an angry pout on my face, I was feeling ready to throw a full-blown tantrum.

“What’s up with you, squirt?” Joe asked as he entered the living room, handing my mom a cup of coffee.

“She’s sulking because-”

“I’M NOT SULKING!” I protested.

My mother glared at me for a moment before continuing. “She’s sulking because she doesn’t want to come with us up to your parents’ for the weekend.”

“Billy’s staying here.” I argued.

“Billy has to look after the farm.” I opened my mouth but mom already knew what was coming. “And no, you can’t stay with him.”

She sighed and sat down beside me. “Sweetie, I’m glad you love having a big brother so much, I really am. But you’ve been spending almost every spare moment with him and I think you forget that Billy’s a little older than you.”

“So?” I scoffed.

“So he probably wants a little bit of space.”

I know my mom wasn’t trying to be hurtful but those last words really stung. It hadn’t occurred to me that I might have been bugging him a little. After all, what she said was true. Billy was older than me. And I did spend as much time with him as I could.

I remember thinking that she was probably right. I should just leave Billy alone for awhile. But I really, really didn’t want to. The thought that he didn’t like spending time with me as much as I did him was like a stab in the chest and I felt a lump in my throat as tears started to swell over my eyes.

“Nonsense.”

My heart skipped a beat. It was Billy.

“How could I want space from my favorite person in the world?” He sat down in the armchair across from me and gave me a playful wink.

He looked up and mom and Joe. “I don’t mind if she wants to stay with me for the weekend. As long as it’s alright with you guys, of course.”

Joe had no reservations about me staying in the first place and after Billy’s encouragement, my mom gave in. With the biggest smile on my face, I rushed over and threw my arms around Billy, thanking him over and over again.

Joe chuckled. He was a lot more laid back about things than my mom was and he seemed to find my affection for Billy super sweet. The two of them soon headed upstairs and as they did, Billy stood up. He listened to their footsteps and when they reached the top, he suddenly put his hand up my skirt and sensually massaged his fingers into my panty-covered slit.

I gasped and instantly felt a warm, wet sensation between my legs.

As he continued to touch me, Billy leaned down and whispered in my here. “You look so *sexy* in this cute little outfit that I can barely help myself.”

There was that word again. *Sexy.* Hearing Billy call me it was enough to stir me up but with his fingers between my legs I was going weak in the knees.

Truthfully, if Billy wanted to finger my little hole right there and then, I don’t think I would have had the restraint to stop him. However, he removed his hand and shot me his charming smile before heading out back, leaving me flustered and wanting.

. . .

The next morning, Mom and Joe set off on their journey. Before leaving, my mom told me to behave and that Billy was in charge so I had to do whatever he said.

I certainly had no objections.

Especially as Billy already had some dirty, fun rules in mind. As soon as it was just the two of us, he told me that there’s a new clothes policy in the house: no panties allowed.

I was still in my jammies at the time so he told me that when I get dressed, I wasn’t to put underwear on. Being such a good girl, I happily obliged. I distinctly chose to put on another skirt that day, hoping it’d entice Billy into touching me like the day before. Though if I had it my way, that’s pretty much all we would have been doing. But there was work to be done so we spent most of the morning outside tending to the farm. Well, Billy did most of it. I was mainly just watching him or doing minor tasks and occasionally fetching things.

Being as naive as I was, I didn’t really think too much about how many of the things Billy asked me to get him, were just tools and bits he had left lying around. All of which involved me bending over.

His subtlety soon faded as he’d simply start lifting up my skirt whenever he felt like it, telling me he was just ‘enjoying the view’. He didn’t touch me there like I had hoped but I was thoroughly enjoying exposing myself. Especially since Billy told me I had the prettiest little kitty he’d ever seen.

We finally finished up shortly before noon and Billy made us some sandwhiches. It had only been a few nights since our initial encounter but I still hadn’t gotten around to finding out what other fun things the two of us could do. I mean, he did say that most other activities felt *a hundred* times better than using our hands, so I was eager to find out exactly what they entailed.

As I sat at the kitchen table, playfully swinging my legs back and forth, I started to probe Billy about what other things we could do.

“Well for starters, we could use our mouths.” He told me.

“We already did that.” I reminded him. “You kissed me.”

“Well we wouldn’t just be kissing on the lips. We could kiss, lick and suck on each other’s privates. Not just our privates, either. Lots of people like doing that stuff to other places.” He explained.

“Like what?”

“Well, like on their necks. Or even your boobs and butt.”

“My butt?”

“Yup. In fact, lots of people like …” He paused and gave an awkward chuckle. “Well they like it when the other person puts their tongue in their butt.”

I folded my arms, narrowing my eyes as I peered at Billy. “You’re lying to me.” I told him matter of factly.

“I’m not lying.” He laughed. “Butt stuff is a lot of people’s favorite thing to do.”

“Well my butt was made for sitting!” I said, giving a little wiggle in my chair.

But then I remembered what he had told me before. *A hundred times better.*

“Will that feel the best?” I asked, starting to consider it.

“Maybe.” He shrugged. “Everybody is different. You won’t know what you like best until you try it.”

I sat and pondered for a moment, trying to imagine Billy and I testing all of these acts.

“And there’s of course PIV.” He continued. “That stands for Penis In Vagina, sex. You know, baby-making stuff.”

“Right.” I nodded. “So mouth stuff, butt stuff and baby stuff? Got it.”

Billy laughed.

“So which one are we trying first?”

His expression changed from happy to surprised. “What?”

“Well you said they all feel better than using our hands and that I won’t know which I like best until I try it. So I wanna try them all.”

“Why don’t we slow down?” Billy suggested. “I don’t want you to rush into anything.”

“Why not?” I demanded.

I was getting antsy.

“Please Billy?”

I flashed him my cheekiest smile. “I’ll letcha peak under my skirt some more.”

Billy rolled his eyes but failed to hide his smile. “Fine. If we start with anything, it’d have to be oral sex. Uh, you know, mouth stuff. I’ll teach you all about it after dinner tonight.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

I beamed up at Billy and he eyed me hungrily.

“In the meantime,” He said. “I’ve got some peaking to do.”

. . .

Later that day, I once again found myself stark-naked in Billy’s room. He explained that you didn’t always have to get completely undressed to do sex stuff, especially if it’s mouth stuff, but lots of people just like to.

After he helped me undress, he marveled at my perky, young body and told me again how beautiful I was. He soon joined me in the nude and explained that he was going to teach me how to give a blowjob, which is the name for sucking on a guy’s thing.

He laid back on his bed and I got in the same position the night I first touched him – kneeling comfortably between his legs and leaning over his hard prick.

I gazed adoringly at his beautiful cock. The mere sight of it made my little privates tingle like crazy and soon enough, without even touching me, Billy had my thighs glisten with girl drool.

He suggested that we do some other stuff before I actually put it in my mouth and told me to pretend I was licking a lollipop. So I did. I grasped his hard meat with my little hands and began swiping my soft, small tongue up and down over the head of his cock.

It definitely didn’t taste like a lollipop but I didn’t mind. With his guidance, I used my tongue and lips to explore all of his meat and it was soon coated in my sticky saliva. I placed gentle kisses over his prick and even his balls then slowly licked up and down his shaft.

I firmly pressed my tongue against the base of his dick and dragged it up to the tip as my fingers hugged his meat tightly, causing him to groan out loudly. He told me that I should stroke it and use my mouth if I could, so as I began trailing my fingers up and down his veiny snake, I rolled my tongue all over its purple head.

In no time at all, it oozed with precum which I quickly lapped up. I slowly and sloppily licked over my brother’s cock and he couldn’t take it anymore. He begged me to put it in my mouth and with his guidance, I did so, covering my teeth with my lips and tongue.

I held his cock gently and put my small mouth over it. I only took the very tip in before feeling the rest of the head part my lips. They stretched out and over his hard member and I felt the underneath of his cock slide against my tongue as I glazed it with my spit.

I was certain my mouth was far too small to accommodate his rod. My lips were hugging it unyeildingly and they felt stretched to the max. Still, I persisted and after reminding me to breathe through my nose, Billy instructed me to cautiously move my head up and down.

I did as he asked, causing him to groan powerfully as I serviced him with my inexperienced, young chatterbox. I soon needed to come up for air and relax my jaw. As I pulled my face away from his groin, a long rope of saliva connected the tip of his dick to my lips for one fleeting moment. I wiped my mouth and asked how I was doing.

I was so busy focused on what I was doing that I hadn’t been aware on just how much fun Billy was having. He was already drenched in more sweat than last time! He told me that this is the most fun he ever had and murmured something about how it being so sloppy made it so much better.

My baby cunny was aching with its own needs and I couldn’t resist the urge to touch myself. I put my hand between my thighs and started to rub my wet, young innie, causing me to whimper with joy.

Billy’s cock twitched at the sight. He bit his lip zealously as he watched me with great intent.

“You know, we don’t have to just take it in turns. We can make each other feel good at the same time, using our mouths.” He informed me.

“Really?” I asked, still playing with my tiny pussy.

“Really. It’s called the sixty-nine.” Billy said before explaining to me how it works.

Eager to see if it mouth stuff lived up to the hype, I climbed on top of Billy and lowered my fresh, tender cunt as I positioned my face over his cock.

He ran his hands up my legs until they reached my butt. He parted my cheeks and leaned forward before putting his mouth on my baby box. He wasted no time in hungrily eating my miniature pussy. I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head. My entire being filled with joy as he worked his tongue over my innocent little twat.

I remembered that the whole point of this was for us to both feel good at the same time but the sensations pulsing through me made it difficult to think straight. I took a deep breath then quickly impaled my face onto Billy’s aching rod, engulfing it in pleasure as my fingertips danced up and down its length.

This time my tongue ran down the front of his staff and massaged every ridge or vein along the way. I was a little too eager as I swallowed his prick. It rammed up against the roof of my mouth and raced towards my narrow throat, threatening to invade deeper and batter my tonsils.

I gagged and drenched his cock in spit before coming up for air. Billy moaned blissfully then dug his finger deep into my fleshy bottom and munched my minute muffin vigorously.

My face burned red and my skin was soaked with sweat.

“BILLY!” I cried.

Me screaming his name only encouraged him more and has the joy began to overwhelm me, I started bucking my hips and thrusting my small, pink slit into his mouth. I pushed down hard, grinding my thighs on his face as I balled up my fist and bit down on my knuckles.

I shook and convulsed, as my orgasm climbed to its peak.

“OOOOH BILLY! FFFFFFFFHECK!”

I cried with pleasure as I came on my brother’s face, unable to handle the euphoria of having my little pussy eaten for the first time. I smeared his face with an unholy amount of girl juice before rolling off him and collapsing beside him.

Billy made sure I was okay and gave me some time to recover.

When I finally started to relax, I told him that mouth stuff is out of this world.

“Oh man,” I panted. “That felt so good, I almost said a bad word.”

Billy laughed. “Then we’d really be sinning.”

I nodded, still gasping for air. “Right?”

I finally caught my breath and lethargically began to climb back on top of Billy but he stopped me.

I asked him why and he responded, “Well, there’s something I’ve always wanted to try. It’s like what we just did but standing up.”

Billy went on to explain that he’d do all of the work, I just had to let him use my mouth and watch my teeth. I agreed – I mean, I needed the rest anyway, I had my breath back but I was super exhausted.

Billy got to his feet then hoisted me up and held me in position. He guided the tip of his prick to my lips and parted them with it. He groaned out as he entered my hot, wet crevice again. Then, dangling me upside down by my ankles, he started to face-fuck my little mouth with quick, small thrust, making sure to not give me more dick than I could handle.

Lasting almost as short as I did, Billy shrieked with joy – at least I assumed it was joy. I had never heard him yell like that before, he almost sounded in pain. As he thrusted into my pie-hole he shot rope after rope of his thick, warm cum. I felt it gush up inside of me as he came inside my little face hole. There was so much of it that it completely filled up my mouth. It made my cheeks puff out like a hamster before there was a wet, splurging sound and his jizz escaped my lips and began running down my face.

Billy flopped us down on the bed. He sounded like he was having an asthma attack or something.

“Oh good god.” He groaned. “That’s the most I’ve ever cum in my life.”

I crawled up beside him. His hot, sticky seed still spread across my face like a mask made of sperm.

“So,” I sighed peacefully. “Should we try butt stuff next?”

The end.

**All characters are 18+**

***This story is entirely fictional.***

*What do y’all think? Butt stuff next? Baby-making stuff? Something else? Let me know!*

*Comments and messages are always appreciated!*

Also, somebody pointed out to me that they were a little taken back by Ellie’s use of dirty terms when referring to her and Billy’s privates. Such as calling it her cunt or slit etc. I realize that I haven’t made this clear in any way, but I’ve kind of imagined this story to be told from an older Ellie who’s far more familiar with this kind of terminology, hence the story being written in past tense. This is why she uses dirty words when describing what’s happening but her actual dialogue is innocent and clean.

Just wanted to clear that up!

Looking forward to hearing from you!

Love, Elysia <3

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