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He did it under the pretext of a Brad Paisley concert being held in Seatttle that same weekend. Everyone in my family knew I was a big Brad Paisley fan. I did not reply immediately. I wanted to go to the concert, but I knew why Paul had chosen to invite me to spend three days and two night is Seattle with him.
I did not hesitate out of uncertainity or indifference. I simply did not want to send out the message that I was too eager to spend a full weekend away from my freinds (and with my older brother.) Quite frankly if I had been alone with him, if he had not invited me to visit Seattle with him in front of my Mom, I might made the trip dependent on him buying me the ticket for the concert. (As it turned out, not only had Paul bought me a ticket already. He had bought one for himself. When Brad sang my favorite love songs, Paul was right their holding me in his arms as if I was his date and girlfriend. It was great!)
As you will come to learn in subsequent posts, Paul and I had been fucking for almost two years by this time. Not suprisely as he was my oldest brother, he was the first of my brothers to fuck me. He would not be the only one of my brothers to fuck me. Each of my two younger brother also found their way to my bedrooom. Not unlike Paul, each of my brothers found fucking me to be a great way to spend an hour or two. So there came a time when I knew if I was alone with one of my brothers, I was getting fucked.
As we were leaving home on the day of the trip, Mom gave Paul some money, saying "This will help cover Rachel's room." What she did not know is that the money she gave to Paul allowed us to upgrade to a nicer room, a suite with a private pool. Within minutes of getting to our room I was wearing a swimsuit and enjoying our pool. Paul however had not brought me 300 miles to watch me swim. He had other ideas for me.
Each of my brother had a slightly different approach to fucking me. Paul liked to played games, somewhat as if he was not really fucking his sister, or even his brother as a girl, but fucking just any girl. As I enjoyed the pool, he changed into a slightly different set of clothes and came into the pool area looking something like a pool boy. As we had been fucking for two years, I quickly picked up on the game and pretended to be a girl out for a swim who get interupted by a handsome pool boy.
We play at this roleplay for a few minutes. I will not go into the details of that game. Suffice it to say, I soon found myself standing in the pool with Paul standing over me. His pants were about his knees and I began stroking his cock. I suspect if I went through my diary and counted up all the times Paul had fucked me, I would find it had been something in the neighborhood of fifty or sixty times. More than likely it was more often than that as it certainly seemed liked more than a couple two or three times a months over the last twenty-four months.
As such, I was already very familiar with his cock. I knew the feel of it, the taste of it, the taste of his cum. However, this time felt differently to me. This was not a cock I would be enjoying over the next two hours. His cock would have me I knew again and again over the next three days. As I stroked and admired his cock, feeling it start to harden in my grasp, I looked up at him and said, "I don't want to be fucked by a pool boy today Paul. I want to be fucked by you."
He looked down at me and said. "I will be happy to fuck you Rachel. I have every intention of fucking you liked you have never been fuckedd. You have never known dick like the dick you will know this weekend."
"I looked forward to every minute I will be with you Paul," I said as I stood on my toes so I could reach his cock with my mouth.
As I mentioned, each of my brother's approached fucking me a bit differently. Keith, my youngest brother, had a crush on Rachel. I am sure he had fantasies of the two of us running off together some day to live as husband and wife. When I was with Keith, I always felt loved as a partner. Bruce was of a different ilk. I am not even sure that he enjyed fucking me. It was simply that given a choice maybe between jerking off in his room or fucking me, he went with fucking me. When he was done, he was done. He had no expectations beyond shooting his load. Paul as I said liked to played games, games that allowed me to fuck me the way he choose to fuck me. In many ways, Paul was the one who taught me the most about being a woman. Or rather about being a slut and a whore. He made me do things that Keith and Bruce would have found disgusting -- and that is something considering they were two boys fucking their 'sister.'
As I knew something of what excited Paul the most, as it was the first time that Paul and I would have almost three solid days together with little more on our agenda then fucking, I knew that Paul would take me places I had never been before.
I was sixteen at the time and Paul had been fucking me since I was fourteen. He was not the first boy to fuck me. I had been getting fucked by different boys for several months before Paul became the first of my brothers to fuck me. I had not been with many real men, some, but not many. Paul was three years older than me so he was something of a man, but I still saw him as more of a boy trying to be a man. Generally speaking, I could not say I had ever been in a situation like this one, a situation where for several days I would get repeatedly fucked by the same guy over and over again. I came away from the weekend seeing Paul as much more of a man than I had ever seen him to be and myself much more of a woman than I had ever hoped I could be.
I do not want to suggest that Paul made a whore of me that weekend. However, within a year of our weekend in Seattle, I was whoring myself out to traveling businessmen visiting Spokane, men in the neighborhood and the occasion pickup from the mall or elsewhere. Paul made me do things I had ever imagine a woman might do and each and every time I passed his test. I stood up to his expectations.
As a result of that weekend I learned just how far I was willing to go to please a man sexually. More importantly, I learned that as a man Paul got everything from me that he wanted from a woman.
This is not the last I will say of that trip. I have much more to share regarding out trip. I do however feel I would like to return to the Brad Paisley concert. As I said, duirng the concert, I was his date and his girlfriend. It was not a tough stretch for either of us as we had spend the better part of the after noon fucking. He held my hand as we walked out of the arena. When we got to his car, he was even a gentleman and held the door open for me.
After he got in on his side of the car, he asked me if I had had a good time. I could not thank him enough for bringing me to the concert. I had had a great time. He then suggested that there was one way I could show my appreciation. It was by no means the first nor would it be the last time that I sucked Paul off in the front seat of his car. It was however the only time I did so with the sounds of cars and people passing by. I did not look up when I heard them. But at one point I am heard a couple getting into the parked car next to ours and I heard giggling that suggest they saw me sucking Paul's cock.
What I did for Paul that night made it much easier for me to a whore.
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