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My Adventure with My Little Brother Ch. 01

By: raunchybitch



I ran at my brother, who had flown in from Ireland. "Conor!" I cried, and wrapped my arms around his lean frame. "I wish you were around more often," I whined. Ever since Mommy and Daddy divorced, things weren't the same. I stayed in the States with Daddy while my little brother went to Ireland with Mommy. But today he turned 18, and he could do whatever he pleased.

"Oh, I know, li'l sis. I know." He's seen me as his little sister, even though I'm older, for a long time now. The fact is that he's just more mature. He's got this protective instinct over me, and I don't object. He squeezed me tight, and then bent over to grab his luggage.

I picked up one of the smaller looking bags and trounced off towards the parking garage. I had turned 18 a year earlier. Our birthdays were in the same month, but mine 24 days earlier. "So, what are we doing this time big bro?"

"Well, I was thinking I could finally teach you how to drink." He doesn't visit often, and every time he does we do something special. We were saving the drinking until he was coming for permanent though. He would be living with my fiancé and I until his citizenship was final, and we were both looking forward to it.

"Finally! Chris won't let me have more that a glass until I learn, because I'm so light. He's afraid I'll be the very definition of a lightweight."

"What is he, your father?" Conor laughed, and mimed a big belly in front of him like Santa Claus. "I always thought he was just tubby."

I pouted a little. "I asked you to stop calling him that." He raised his eyebrows. "Besides, he's not Daddy, but I sure call him that." I winked at my little brother. Conor may be young, but he's definitely not naïve.

"Savvy, that's disgusting." He continued laughing. We exchanged banter like this all the time. It's not that Conor hates Chris, he just feels that I can do better.

"Oh, bite me." Finally we reached the car, and we piled all of the bags into the trunk. Conor then reached over and bit my neck, ever so gently. I shivered, thinking of all the times that Chris had done so. I immediately became wet, as I always did. Then I remembered who had done it.

"Bubby, now's not the time to be playing vampire."

"Oh, it's always the time to play vampire." He backed up and leaned against the car. "Well, as long as it's not the sparkly kind."

"Let's get home before we play any kind of game." He pouted a little, and I realized just what kind of game he wanted to play. Sometimes it scared me when my pussy was farther ahead than my brain was.

"Oh! Conor, I... you're my brother." Even as I said this, I could see a lump growing in his pants.

"I know, but..."

I cut him off. "Let's deal with his at home, okay?" He nodded, pouting. The lump in his pants never fell through the drive, which made for quite an uncomfortable trip. We drove in complete silence, and my mind and eyes kept drifting towards his crotch. I had always known my baby brother had a big cock, but that thing struggling against the denim was a monster.

We walked into my front door, and dropped his bags just inside the door. He'd be sleeping in the living room anyway, so it didn't quite matter. "Honey, we're home," I called.

"Great," Chris said, walking out of the kitchen with two beers in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. He handed Conor a beer and gave me a quick yet sensual kiss as he handed me the wine, and the wetness was renewed. "Tonight's gonna be fun," he said, guiding us all into the living room.

After hours of laughter and "lessons," I'd still only had three wines. Chris stood up, groaning a bit, having only had the original beer and feeling a little stiff. "Well, guys, hate to drink and run, but I promised the guys poker tonight. I had kind of forgotten it was your birthday, Conor. It's easy to remember your other sister Lilli's birthday, as it's so close to Savanna's own, but yours has never stuck easily in my mind."

Conor laughed. He was on his 5th beer and hardly buzzing. "Hey, no problem. Win a hand for me and it'll all be cool." He grinned as my fiancé walked out the front door. "Now, Savvy, why don't we handle the 'issue' from earlier?"

"I... Conor..." I looked down to see the lump in his pants again. Despite my mind's protest, I was becoming wetter by the second. "This -- this isn't right."

"Right? Since when has it ever mattered what's right?" He reached over and poured me another glass of wine.

I picked it up and drank it, not really thinking about it, and drank delicately. "But, Bubby..." He put a finger to my lips and shushed me. He then replaced his finger with his lips and kissed me deeply. I easily lost myself in the kiss, which at the time I attributed that to the wine. He slipped a hand down my shorts and began playing with the little tuft of hair at the tip of my pussy that I kept for Chris's pleasure. Slowly his hand slipped lower, and I got progressively wetter. "Oh, Bubby. I -- Conor, I..." and then he hit my clit, and I squeaked. 

"What were you saying?"

"Oh, nothing," I muttered, leaning into his chest. He smiled and tweaked it a few more times; eliciting quite a few more moans and squeaks from me. I reached out and grabbed the lump in his pants on instinct, as I always did with my fiancé. Conor gasped in surprise, but the pleasure on his face was obvious. I gently groped his monster cock through his pants as he rubbed my pussy all over. "Oh, Conor," I moaned, barely able to speak.

He began to grin at me as I slowly undid his pants, unleashing the full length of his amazing dick. I then dropped to my knees, unbuttoned my own top and wrapped my tits along his dick, rubbing them up and down his 8 ½ inch length. His head fell back and he began to groan gently as my tits began pummeling him, slowly at first but gradually faster and faster until my ass hitting my heels each time I game down began to hurt, and he began to thrust his crotch up to meet each of my movements. His balls began to slap up against the bottom of my breasts, and precum began to leak from the tip of his manhood.

I reached the tip of my tongue down and licked up the drop from his slit, and teased the head, swirling my tongue all along it, and under the ridge. "Savvy," he muttered, and I looked up at him with my chocolate brown eyes, not wanting to stop. "This is better than I ever though it would be," he muttered. I smiled, and continued, then pulled the head all the way into my mouth.

Suddenly, Chris walked in. "Holy fuck," he cried. I spun around to look at him, fear in my eyes. "I -- I forgot my wallet," he said, and walked over to the couch where we were. "What the Hell are you two doing?"

Conor looked down, slightly sheepish. "I'm sorry. It's my fault. If you wanna kick me out..."

"Kick you out? That's the hottest thing I've ever seen. I mean, I've watched her do that to me, but I've never gotten to see it in this perspective." 

I was shocked, but decided to take advantage of it, and went back down on Conor. "Do you like this Bubby?" I rubbed my tits slowly up and down his length. "Do you like it when I rub my tits on your shaft?" I climbed up his body and began to rub my crotch on his shaft, despite the fact that I still had my shorts on. It still felt amazing to me, and I could tell he liked it too. I looked back at Chris and decided to be even more daring. "Would you like to join in?"

My amazed fiancé looked at me, and simply kissed me, deeply and passionately. He delved his tongue into my mouth as I rocked up and down on my little brother, to which I returned the favor. Our tongues did a sort of a tango in between our mouths, and I was only slightly aware of Conor anymore until suddenly my pants were undone, and I pulled back shocked.

Conor looked over at Chris with a pained expression on his face. "Man, please, do you mind? I haven't hand a good screw in so long... and Savvy's so hot..."

Chris raised his eyebrows at him. "You want to fuck your sister?"

"I've ALWAYS wanted to fuck her. Ever since I had desires like that I've wanted her. She's always had such a luscious body... even the first time I got laid, I was thinking about Savvy while screwing the girl. Please, man."

"I -- alright, here's the deal. I can't argue with that logic. But nothing goes in her pussy but me and the toys I bough her." He turned me around so I was lying back against Conor's chest and stomach, his member standing up between my legs. "You get her ass while I get her pussy." I grinned, and Chris could tell I was happy. I'd always liked the idea of double penetration, but he'd never allowed any other man around to make it happen. 

And suddenly, my fiancé's cock was out in the open, and he was stepping out of his pants. "Now let my get her ass ready," he said, walking over and pulling me up and over Bubby's monster cock, and sliding into my soaking wet pussy, giving me a pump or two, then pulling out and sliding into my ass. He used his dick to wipe my moisture all over the opening of my ass and just inside, lubing me up so Conor wouldn't hurt me. "There," he said. "Now she's ready."

He pulled the coffee table as close to the couch as he could and put his legs to either side of Conor's hips, doing the same to Conor's legs, so they could be close enough for me to do my work. I looked at both of them, and grinned maliciously and seductively. "So are you boys ready?" All the two of them could do was smile, and moan slightly in approval. I smirked and them, and lowered myself onto them both at once. I squeaked as my little brother's full length slid up inside of me. Despite the lube, his cock up my ass hurt a little. But once it was in, it was amazing, and I humped up and down on both their cocks.

"Oh! Oh, boys. You both feel so good," I whined, my tits bouncing in Chris's face, my ass slapping wetly against Conor's thighs. "We should have done this a long time ago," I moaned, and began to rub my left breast. I had a hickey on the nipple, as I quite often did, and I pinched the nipple, rubbing my boob all over.

And suddenly, there was my fiancé's middle finger on my clit, rubbing like crazy, covered in spit. I reached down and returned the favor, rubbing his swollen scrotum, rolling his nuts in my hands, and let go of my breast to do the same for Bubby, who let out a moan as I did so. I collected up a good amount of my juices in my hand and slid a finger into Chris's all-too-eager ass, as I'd done so many times before. As always when I did this, he began to thrust up into me as I humped down to him, and quickly adjust his rhythm to mine.

He began to moan, and moan loudly. "Oh, Savanna. Oh, Savanna! Savanna, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna fill you up!" And cum he did. His hot, thick semen shot deep and strong inside me, filling my love tunnel to the brim with the delicious liquid.

After this I couldn't hold back any longer and I screamed, the strongest orgasm I'd ever had ripping through my body. My ass contracted with each new spasm that overtook me through my orgasm, and Conor thrust up into me as Chris slid out with a wet popping sound. My little brother's balls slapped up against my taint, and I didn't stop humping as I screamed and moaned and whined, my orgasm still ripping through me. Just as mine ended, Conor's began with a bang. And by bang, I mean scream. "OH, Savvy!"

I decided to goad him on, and dropped down, allowing my tight ass to hit his thighs and crotch. His full length was then buried deep inside me, and I could feel each pulse of his cum through his dick. "That's right, big brother. Fill me up! Fill up your little sister to the brim! Fill her sweet, tight ass with your thick, hot cum! Oh, yes, Conor. Yes! Oh, Bubby. Oh, Bubby!" I reached down and massaged the last trickles of his cum out of his balls, and Conor's screaming hadn't stopped through his whole orgasm, and now that it was over, all he could do was pant. I fell back against him as his dick grew limp inside me. My ass immediately pressed and forced him out, but he didn't seem to notice.

"Oh my God, Savvy. Who knew you were such a good ride?" He laughed a bit, giddily, and then let his head slack to one side on the back of the couch. "Man, Chris, I gotta thank you. I never would have thought you'd actually let that happen, but damn was it amazing."

"Yeah, no kidding!" My fiancé was panting as well, and we all had a good laugh. This was going to be the beginning of a wonderful relationship.

My Adventure with My Little Brother Ch. 02



It's been about a month now since my first adventure with my little brother. My fiancé and I have since broken the engagement. Conor being in the apartment had caused stress on him. Chris didn't like Conor around after what had happened that first night. So I told him he could hit the road. "Pack your shit and get out," I'd told him. "I pay the rent, I pay the utilities, I do fucking everything around here. If I can't have my ONLY brother, whom I only got to see once every couple years most of my LIFE because of you, then I don't want you." And with that, I'd shoved him out the door.

Now it was just Conor and I, in our less-than-luxurious apartment. He'd moved into my bedroom, and things became absolutely wonderful. We hadn't really done anything, not since that first night, and especially not after I kicked Chris out. It was far too awkward. But damn had it felt good. So tonight I planned on changing that.

I'd lit candles and incense throughout the room after sending Conor out for an alcohol run. Technically we couldn't have alcohol, since I was only 19 and he 18, but he was Irish. Age wasn't about to stop him from drinking. 

Speaking of, I think it's about time I told you something. Conor's my half-brother. He's basically the reason my parents divorced to begin with. During one of our family trips to Ireland, when I was hardly a newborn, Mom had a drunken fling with a guy she'd met in one of the Irish bars. Dad never would have known except that Mom got pregnant with -- guess who? -- Conor. For a few years, they tried to ride it out. Mom gave birth to Conor in the states but insisted they use the name his father had picked out -- strike one. Conor and I got extremely close. As kids, we played together all the time. We were so close, we even gave each other our first kiss at 8, "just to get it out of the way." Strike two. Then Lilli was born, and we spent a lot of time cooped up in a room together, trying to be quiet so our little sister could sleep. When we started taking naps together while Lilli did, Dad spazzed out. Strike three. He couldn't take it anymore, and kicked Mom to the curb. She -- somehow, don't ask me how though -- found Conor's father, and that's why she ended up moving to Ireland, and I only got to see him once every couple of years for the next ten years of our lives.

Now that you know the story behind my Irish brother, let's get on ahead with the current, shall we? Back to my bedroom. I had the window blocked off, so as not to allow any light in. As an added bonus, it was about to storm. Conor and I love storms. Just as I lit the last candle, the front door slammed shut. "Savvy, I'm home," I heard my brother call down the main hall. I sashayed out to meet him in my sexiest lingerie. I wasn't wearing much at all, consequently. Just a black lacy bodice that barely concealed my C cup breasts and half-dollar sized nipples and a lacy black thong with a sheer black skirt just past my pussy.

"Good," I said, and watched his jaw drop. He almost dropped the alcohol, but then remembered about it and set it down on the kitchen table.

He then walked up to me, brushing a stray strand of hair out of my face. "Wow, sis, you look great."

"Well thank you, Bubby."

"Like really, that stuff looks really good on you."

"It would look even better on the floor," I said, winking at him.

Conor chuckled nervously, smirking at me. "That it would," he said, walking over to me and reaching out to take me by the waist.

I laughed slightly. "Ah ah ah," I said, wagging a finger at him. "Not out here." I reached out and took him by the wrist, pulling him back towards the bedroom. "I'm not letting all my hard work go to waste." He gasped as he looked around, clearly mouthing the word 'damn.' "Like it, huh? I thought you would." I pushed him onto the bed and pulled his shirt off, wasting no time. I bent down over him and began to kiss his chest, leading down his stomach and to his waist. 

Conor began to moan gently, tipping his head back. "Oh, baby sister... Should we really still do this?"

I chuckled slightly, undoing his jeans and pulling down both his jeans and boxers, quickly dropping them to the floor. "Why not? I dumped Chris for you. I might as well put that to good use." With that I began teasing his dick, licking from the base to the head, swirling my tongue around the tip.

He moaned again, weaving his fingers into my hair. "Mmmm, babe... alright, alright. I get the point." He reluctantly pushed my head away, then pulled me up onto the bed gently. He expertly unlaced the back of my bodice and pushed me onto my back as he began to gently massage my breasts. "God, sis, you're gorgeous." He bent down and sucked on my left nipple as he gently groped my right boob. He bit at my nipple in a way that sent shivers down my spine, and I began to weave my gingers into his hair, tugging gently.

Suddenly his hand left my right breast and traveled down to my pussy, pulling the thong off to one side. "I'd take it off, but it'd be such a waste for you to have dressed up so sexy just for it all to end up gone. I might as well fuck you in at least a little bit of it." He winked at me as he dove down and began to kiss me ferociously as he thrust into me, working his fingers back into my hair, letting out a deep, animalistic moan. "Oooh, baby sis... you're so tight..." He wasted no time fucking me, pushing in deep and then pulling almost all the way out only to push back in as deep as he could. He soon began to speed up, pounding into me like nothing else.

I bit my lip as I hiked my legs up his back, working his hair into a vice grip, holding his face to mine. I kissed him hungrily and passionately, pushing my tongue into his mouth and exploring each and every centimeter. I moaned louder and louder as he began to growl, violently groping my breasts and pounding into me harder and harder. I pulled his hair, yanking his face from mine to breathe as I panted. "Aaahh... oh, oh Conor... Bubby... Bubbyyyy... oh, Bubby, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cuuummmm...." He grinned maliciously, snarling slightly as he attacked my neck, biting and sucking. At this I couldn't take it anymore and I came explosively, my tight little pussy milking his cock.

"Mmmm, that's right, babydoll, cum for me. Cum for your big brother." 

I nodded frantically as I screamed, yanking his hair yet harder. "Coooonnnooorrrrr!!!! Oh, Bubby!!" My toes curled as my legs went farther up his back, and he began to cum inside me, shooting his warm, hot sperm deep inside me, growling and snarling as he continued to attack my neck.

He collapsed onto me, pulling out and rolling over next to me as soon as he could breathe again. We lay there panting for a few moments, looking into each other's eyes lustily. Finally he began to chuckle slightly, and I gave him a quizzical look. "What are you laughing at?"

"Your neck looks like Hell," he said, still laughing. "You look like a rabid animal got to you." His gaze dropped to my breasts, and he laughed even harder. "Damn, did I do that? Your boobs look even worse. I must be a beast!"

Finally I began giggling. "That you are, Bubby. That you are."