Wincest - Little Sister's Accidental Incest Blowjob (incest, rape, oral, cumplay)



(Note: This is a very long script, breaking it into parts might be helpful.)



Part 1 - The Intro


Mom and Dad abandoned me for the weekend. They say it was to go on a couple's retreat or something but really, we all know they left to go drink and fuck themselves stupid.

This left my Brother and I home alone, which meant he'd invite a friend over and they'd drink and play games all weekend. His friend is a total perv, always eyefucking me and making gross gay jokes to my brother like 'Dude, you didn't call me here to get some did you? You know I'm not gay for you. Plus, why would I do that when your hot little sister is here?'

I wish that was the worst I had to put up with, but no, tonight he drunkenly stumbled into me in the kitchen and whispered that if I left my door open, tonight he'd 'lick my little virgin pussy for hours'...eww eww eww eww...NO. I told him if he wants some he's talking to the wrong sibling, then tried to install a third lock on my bedroom door. 

If it was just my brother here it would almost have been a fun weekend. Instead, the closest I had to fun involved the few beers I stole and passing out at 11pm on a Friday night.



Part 2 - The Prank


Sometimes when I sleep, if I stay up really late or am really stressed...I wake up irrationally horny. It's probably like how guys wake up with hard-ons. My aching horny cunt made it awkward to bring the empty beer bottles to the kitchen. I swear 2am is the only time of day I can chug water that fast. I just wanted to get back to bed...then I saw him.

My brother's friend must've been kicked out of the room since he was passed out on the couch. I took a second look at him, then had to get closer. I'm not using it as an excuse but, look...I did drink a lot earlier, and I was in a sleep induced horny haze. He wasn't completely ugly, physically at least...but I couldn't really see him. It was waaaay too dark. Hell, I could barely make out he had his jeans on still.

Standing there I felt an irrational sense of power over the asshole. He was passed out in a drunken coma, unlikely to wake from anything other than a foghorn in his ear. This was the same pervert who whispered hot he thought I was. I'm waaaaay too young for him. It would nearly be statutory rape if he touched me. I kept thinking how the sick fuck whispered how he'd eat me out after my brother went to sleep. I stood over him, knowing I could draw on him with a marker, could spit on his face, could do anything I wanted to his helpless sleeping body. Then I realized the perfect thing to do. 

I'd make the idiot think my brother blew him, or at least tried to. I quickly got the permanent marker from the kitchen drawer. Idiot was big, bigger than he seemed in the light, almost my brother's size. Still I managed to get his jeans and boxers down past his hips. His soft, floppy dick wasn't exactly impressive.

The marker cap made a loud pop when pulled it off in the dark room.  Nervously I wrote 'sucked by a faggot' on his thigh. If anything was going to wake him up I figured this would. He shifted around in his sleep, moaned some girls name and hugged a pillow over his head. Even if I got really close now, I couldn't see his punch-able face. As it was, the light from the hall just barely reassured me that the words I wrote were English.

On the other leg I wrote 'I loved your cum' and grinned. I wanted to draw a heart but that was too gay, even for my brother. That should be enough, I thought as I sat there trying to brainstorm other humiliating things to do. 

I kept glancing at his dick, moving closer to try to make it out in the dark. His dick must have a motion detector since as soon as I got close it slowly, very slowly started to get hard. 

I did what I wanted. He'd wake up freaking out, leave and never come back. I knew I should go to bed but his cock was big, and it wasn't fully hard yet so I stared at it. There was no way my brother could've known how hung his friend is. If he saw it, maybe he really would want to suck it...I mean...it was very suckable.




Part 3 - The Handjob




Other than being a horny slut, something kept me there. Part of my brain thought something was missing. I hadn't ever blown someone, but from porn I saw I knew it wasn't right. He was dry still. Usually it gets really wet and messy, even if it dry by the morning he could tell the difference.

I had to do it. I leaned over his groin, his cock leaning to the side, still only half hard. I didn't want to get too close, so I kept my head a few inches above him and spat. 

I missed, hitting his thigh. I just gulped that huge glass of water down so knew I had one more good attempt. This one hit his other side. Frustrated, I looked up at his face, still shoved into the pillow, arm holding it tight. Clearly, nothing was going to wake him.

A car drove by, the lights showing his dick surrounded by 2 pools of wetness. I felt my pussy twitch, thinking how much better his dick would look completely hard...and wet. I told myself that he'd be able to tell that his dick didn't get wet at all. He'd realize it was a prank and the plan wouldn't work.

I knew it was wrong, but his dick needed to be wet. Reluctantly I took my hand, shaking in nervousness, I scooped up my makeshift lube and slid it along his shaft. His cock felt soft and hard under my fingertips as I slid the spit over him. I felt him harden under my touch as I took the rest of the spit, wrapped my hand in a fast and slid it down him. I slowly jacked him off and figured that would be enough to make him think he was blown by my brother, enough to fake it...but I didn't let go. 

My breathing got raspy and my heart was beating faster as I felt him fully harden under my hand. I made him hard. The feeling of power I felt earlier surged through me. Before I knew it my hand slid up his cock again, then back down. I was jacking him off. My virgin hand was stroking off a cock. I knew he could wake up at any moment. I knew I should stop but all I could do was stare at his cock in the darkness. I wished another car would come by since I could barely see much of the glistening shaft I was molesting. 

I just heard the wet sounds of my hand slowly sliding up, and down, up and down. His own breathing was faster now, letting out short, soft moans. Hot moans...sexy moans.

I hadn't realized it but my free hand was rubbing my pussy. My body knew I needed it, I was soooooo horny. All I could think of was this cock, nothing else. I told myself that this was even better. It was ok to do it, this was just part of the prank.

I'd jack him off. When he wakes up his cum covered cock will be the best proof I could get. I'd make him cum. I'd make this idiot cum in his sleep. The thought that he didn't know it was me, that I was doing it against his will made me rub my pussy harder. My head leaned forward, just above my molesting fist. I strained my eyes trying to see it all in the darkness. I was so wrapped up in this that I nearly jumped when he let out a much louder groan. A deep, animalistic sound that sent a shock from my ear straight down to my cunt...and before I knew it my mouth was on him. I knew enough from porn; don't use your teeth, don't go too far at first. I took his head in my mouth and licked around the swollen cockhead with my tongue. I was in heaven. I loved it so much. 




Part 4 - The Blowjob




I started by doing what I saw in porn, but a minute into the blowjob I stopped caring. I used my mouth to molest his dick in every way I could imagine; wrapping my lips around the shaft and sucking, licking up and down him, kissing the head, pushing my tongue flat against the end and lapping up the delicious precum. I was in such a horny, cockfueled craze that I barely even noticed my hand slamming hard into my cunt...or the sound of the pillow falling to the ground.

The only thing to wake me from my cock-drunk stupor was a car loudly driving by, its light blinding me. I quickly pulled my mouth off of his cock and stared at it, getting the first good luck at it. Just one glance nearly made me cum, thinking 'I've been sucking that' and 'I'm going to make that cum in my fucking throat.' The only thing that stopped my involuntary orgasm was my eyes glancing up at my victim's face just as the light faded.

It wasn't my brother's friend. It was my brother. I've been giving a wet, sloppy incest blowjob and even worse...I got aroused from my brothers dick. I knew it was wrong, but I wasn't ashamed, or afraid, or sickened by it. No, I was angry. Angry at my asshole brother for sleeping on the couch for the first time EVER in his life. Angry at him for being such an asshole, only assholes have cocks that big. Angry at him for making me blow him, tempting me with that cock, that huge cock of his...still in my hand, still hard. I knew I should stop right now. This was enough. I could still win, the plan still works. He'd think his friend did it and he'd never invite him back. All I had to do was go to bed...but I couldn't move.

I was frozen. My hand kept gripping his cock, my mouth breathed hot air just an inch above the swollen shaft. Surely I couldn't do something so perverted...he was my own BROTHER. I hated him so much, I wanted to hit him, scream at him...rape him, rape him with my tongue. He'd never know, this would be my own perverted secret. There I was in the living room, my panties somehow halfway down my knees, one hand rubbing myself, the other on my brothers cock. Before I decided to do it, my mouth was already on his dick. I was raping him with my mouth. I'll make him cum. 

The idea of him being my brother only made it hotter for me. It felt so nasty and forbidden to have his cock in my mouth, to slide my tongue up and down his shaft, to lick around the bulging cockhead and swallow his precum. I frantically swallowed his dick, sliding up and down, up and down like those cocksucking sluts I saw in porn. His breathing picked up pace and my heart was pounding in my chest. I wouldn't stop, not until he came. I wanted him to cum, NEEDED him to cum sooooo badly. My fingers pounded my pussy. The wet frantic fucking would've deafened me if not for the sounds of my cock obsessed mouth drowning it out.


I needed him to cum soon. I was so horny I knew I'd cum at any moment. I knew once I did I probably would stop blowing him. I'd lose the nerve. Somehow, I managed to gather the mental strength to pull my hand out of my pussy and use it on his cock. I had two hands sliding up and down his dick, nearly jacking him off while I kept my mouth sucking the head of his cock, licking and sucking, eagerly waiting for his cum. I pleaded in my mind for him to cum. I wanted him to fire it into my mouth, shoot it down my virgin, little sister throat. My mind begged him to cum, cum for your little sister. Cum for your rapist, your incest cock sucker. Just when I was about to say it out loud, I felt him twitch, and then I felt my brother's cum hit my tongue. I didn't expect him to shoot so much, but I swallowed, and kept swallowing as I felt his huge cock pulse under my tiny hands. I couldn't keep up with the cum. I nearly choked on it as it went rushing down, pouring over his cockhead and my hands. I had damn a near fountain of my brothers sperm covering my fingers. He was moaning loudly but I didn't even look up to see if he was awake. I didn't care. I just stayed attached to his dick until finally, the last drop of cum hit my mouth and he was done.

I sat there a moment, swallowing the rest of the cum in my mouth. My lips, his cockshaft, my hands...all drenched in cum. I was so crazed with lust that I ripped my hands away from him and started lapping up his cum with my tongue. My hands shot to my dripping pussy and took turns pounding away at me, pounding like I wished his cock was doing. I fucked myself with my brothers cum, feeding it into my horny cunt. It felt like both the worst and best idea in the world to be stuffed with his cum on both ends. My mouth running up and down his cock, sucking and licking up all the sperm, all my brothers sperm. That thought ran through my head, chanting in my head 'I'm eating my brothers cum. I jacked my brother off. I blew my brother's huge, monster cock until he came in my mouth. I'm a nasty, slut sister.' 

I repeated those words in my mind until my hips buckled. 'I'm a whore. I raped my brothers cock with my mouth. I love my brothers cum. I love my brothers cum.' I chanted and chanted incest fueled filth until I felt my pussy clench on my fingers. My frantic screams would've woken him up if not for the fact that my mouth was muffled by his dick. I came, I came hard, I came endlessly. 




Part 5 - The Next Day




I laid there for a few minutes before I looked up at my brother's sleeping face. The sudden surge of guilt made me rush off to the bathroom to clean up. In the mirror, my face looked like I just blew a dozen men, not one. It was disgusting, horrible and so fucking hot I grabbed the end of my brothers toothbrush and raped myself with it in punishment, watching his cum drip off my lips. 

That image seared itself in my brain, of myself looking depraved, cumming hard while reliving the horrible thing I just did. I kept waking up thinking of that image, thinking of how much I wanted him to see it. 

Sometime around noon I woke up for good, hearing my brother say goodbye to his friend. His voice was muffled but I could make out the end of their conversation when he nervously asked his friend to stay over again tonight.