Based on a post by Statius, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.

Tammy hesitated, wondering if she should do this, take advantage and follow her urges.

Her brother, two years older than her, had turned 21 a few months back. Tonight he called her from the bar; drunk, and his friends gone. She had been hanging out with her best friend, Shelley.

This afternoon, Tammy was returning a favor. A few weeks ago, Shelley took her to the clinic, where Tammy got her first supply of birth control pills. Tammy was surprised how much better her tits filled out her tops, and especially her sexy new red bikini.

After returning the pickup to Shelley’s brother, they stayed for a late supper. Then they returned to work even later, on setting up house for the new semester.

They were moving Shelley into her new apartment, putting the bed together, and arranging the other furniture and kitchen stuff. When the call came in, they stopped what they were doing and went to pick him up and take him home, to his bed. Now, here she was, alone with him, in the pitch dark of his room. His legs hanging off the bed and him sprawled out across it.

Shelley had waited in the car while Tammy helped him quietly get in the house, through the back door, far away from the master bedroom, where she hoped their parents were still sleeping. They went down the  hall and got to his bedroom, and to his bed. Even though Tammy knew she shouldn't, she undressed him. She had told herself that she knew he wore boxers; and the temptation was too much.

She finally had her chance, one she waited so long for, and decided to pull off his top, then slide off his boots. Then she began to undo his jeans, one button at a time. She realized fairly quickly, that Josh was not wearing boxers. He was free-wheeling tonight. A Commando indeed.

She stopped; seeing his head and shaft pressed against his pale skin.

Josh was moaning, feeling a woman's presence near his half hard shaft; but Tammy knew he wasn't aware that it was her, his adopted sister. Her hands so close, her face inches away from his, My God! This has to be an 8 inch cock! She was so close, he could probably feel her gasping warm breath on it.

She hesitated, debating. She had waited; had fantasized about this for a year now, ever since she saw on his phone, a short video she never should have found. It was for his then girlfriend, of him stroking himself. Ever since then, she wasn't able to deny to herself the crush that was growing for years.

Josh had a tough time getting over the breakup. He was just now trying to get back into dating, after 3 celibate months.

And she knew he liked black girls. He had always flirted with her friend, Shelley.

Shelley was built so much like herself, just a few inches taller and with a bigger ass. They both had tits that turned heads. Not massive pendulous jugs, but full C cups which stayed high and firm, providing eye candy with any low-cut blouse.

Tammy never had a problem getting a date. She was 5'5, athletic; actually, the number one ranked volleyball player in the state, last year  in high school. And now  she’s nationally-recognized college athlete. Guys were always asking her out. In fact, Josh was the only guy she knows, who didn't look at her 'that way' or hit on her, ever.

Of course, that made sense to her, they grew up together. His parents adopted her when she was three, and he was five. Mom learned she could not safely get pregnant again. Josh doted on her. He was always a good older brother; protective and caring, except of course, for the usual sibling spats.

But here she was, in the dark, leaning over the side of his bed, hands on his thighs, his jeans half off. “dance with me, darling” he mumbled. Was he dreaming? Does he think he’s still at the club? He continued slightly moaning, while she was leaning over him, that large white crown head staring back at her in the faint moonlit, so close!

All she had to do was stick out her tongue to taste it... and her will power crumbling every second she hesitated.

He moaned again, his hips shifting; maybe because his jeans were half on and uncomfortable. Maybe because even though he was very drunk and almost passed out, he was still aware of a woman there, so close to his now twitching cock.

Tammy couldn't tell; and was ready to do what she knew was proper, that is, get up and leave, after disrobing and tucking him in, that is.

But then something happened, something she didn't expect but unconsciously hoped for, something she took as a sign.

He reached up and touched the side of her face, feeling her soft skin. Brushing his fingers up her cheek, he didn’t say a word. She panicked for a minute, startled, expecting him to wake up, look at her. Perhaps a surprise and shock on his face.

She was ready to bolt, and quick. But she realized he hadn't raised his head, hadn't looked up; he was still, just lying on his back, his face turned to the side, it looked like he was finally sleeping. She sighed deeply, just now realizing she had been breathing so shallow it was almost as if she had been holding her breath.

Then it happened, the thing she took as a sign, as permission to do what she wanted. His hand stroked up her cheek, his fingers and palm turned, flat on her cheek, then moved around to the back of her head, and with gentle pressure pulled her face down to his curly pubis, his harry sack, and his lovely scepter.