0 comments/ 230260 views/ 19 favorites My BIG Brother By: mmmboy I never would have believed it had I not seen it myself. I had heard in school that my brother was hung like a horse. I'd even heard him telling his friends that women didn't really know how to suck cock. But I never would have believed... Well, let me give you a little background information first. My brother, Jeff and I are twins. We're both 18, in our last year of high school. Jeff is about 6'3", with quite a killer bod. I am 5'8", with a typical 18 year old girl's body. I am athletic though, so it's tight too. So anyway - back to my story. Well, you know how siblings are inclined to borrow stuff from each other. I was walking into Jeff's room, thinking he was out. And there he was, on his bed - with his legs bent back over his head - with his cock in his own mouth. Now I've never looked at my brother that way before - but shit - imagine watching some guy suck his own dick. That thing looked so long, and as thick as my wrist. I'd never seen anything like it before. And my brother was going to town on it - sucking it like nothing I've ever seen before. My pussy was instantly soaked. I was so shocked - and turned on I didn't know what to do. He didn't even notice me come in. I walked over to the bed - and he stopped. He looked at me, just like someone who's been busted doing something he shouldn't be doing. I was freaking out. I was so nervous, I didn't know what to do next. Then I did something I still can't believe I did. I reached out and started massaging his balls - his beautiful, hairless balls. He moaned once, and I asked him if I could watch him. He just smiled, and his dick grew hard again. He put it in his mouth and started sucking. I was so turned on, I put my hand in my panties and started rubbing my clit - while I still had one hand rubbing Jeff's balls. I was getting so horny I decided to go further. I started sucking on his balls. I licked the bottom of his shaft, while he sucked the head of his dick. He was so hard. His dick was the yummiest dick I've ever tasted. Then I got the nerve to do something I've always fantasized about. Since his ass was in the air and his legs were bent over his shoulders, his asshole was perfectly open. Now, I've had boyfriends play with my asshole and I love it. So I decided that Jeff might love it too. I spread his cheeks and started licking down from his balls to his ass. I made it to his asshole, and I started licking his asshole like an ice cream. It made me so hot, I moved one hand back to my pussy to finger myself. I still can't believe that I ate out my brother's asshole. It was so hot. I started by just licking the rim, and then I was gone. His moaning got more and more intense, so I thought I'd go further. Once I got the rim of his asshole all nice and moist, I decided I wanted to tongue fuck him. I started by putting just the tip of my tongue inside. I can't believe how good he tasted. It was all musty - nasty tasting. But hearing Jeff moaning even louder turned me on so much I wanted more. It was so tight too. I decided that I'd spit a little bit into his asshole to moisten it so I could get my tongue in more. I started working my finger in, little by little. Jeff meanwhile was liking what I was doing so much his dick came out of his mouth. I wanted to take advantage of his open mouth, so I sat on it. He started licking my pussy like there was no tomorrow. I felt myself so close to coming. As I started to cum, I pushed my finger all the way in Jeff's asshole. Then I decided it was time for him to start sucking his dick again (it's just too much of a turn on). While he was doing that, I wanted to tongue-fuck his asshole. I got my tongue all the way in. I could taste everything, which was really weird, but it was so good. I worked my tongue in and out in the same time he worked his dick in and out of his mouth. It was totally amazing. I started fingering my pussy again. I knew it was only going to be seconds before either of us was going to cum. I had my tongue buried as deep in his ass as I could, enjoying the taste of every bit of it when I could tell he was ready to cum. I pulled my tongue out of his ass, and went to see if I could get some of that load. There's nothing like the feeling of an exploding cock in your throat. I wanted all of it, and Jeff was more than willing (apparently, Jeff is a spitter - I'll have to remember that when I set him up with my boyfriend). So I took that monster cock in my mouth and it exploded in seconds. He must have cum gallons, and was more than happy to let me drink every drop of it. Meanwhile, my fingers were working so fast in and out of my pussy that I came all over them as well. I've never cum so hard in my life. When all was done, we sat there - looking at each other. I had cum twice already and had a huge load of Jeff's cum inside my belly. Jeff had the most satisfied look on his face that I've ever seen. I could only begin to dream about having that cock in my pussy and my asshole. But that's a story for another day. In the mean time, we had a lot to catch up on... My Big Brother Jake By the time I turned eighteen, my brother Jake had been off at college for almost five years. Not that he was anywhere near graduating or anything like that. I would hear my parents complain that he kept changing his major and that was why it was taking him so long. I didn't really know Jake all that well. He was four years older than me and was often distant seeming, but I had always thought he was handsome with his dark hair and green eyes. I'm not the only one who thought he was cute. Lots of girls liked him, and they would always come over whenever he was visiting from school. Despite how overprotective they were with me, my parents didn't care if Jake had girls in his room. Some evenings I would hear them, the bed creaking, the girl whimpering and my brother breathing hard, through the thin wall that separated our bedrooms. Those sounds would make me feel funny and I would slip my hand inside my panties and rub. It was late December during my senior year, when Jake caught me sucking my boyfriend's dick. I thought I had the house to myself. My parents had left me at home alone (they thought), while they attended a late night holiday party. They hadn't bothered to tell me that Jake would be coming into town that evening. So there I was on my bed, stripped down to nothing but my panties. I was on my hands and knees, ass up in the air, sucking a guy's dick with the door to my bedroom wide open, when I hear Jake clear his throat behind me. I had no idea how long he'd been there, but I totally freaked out when I saw him. As fast as I jumped out of bed, my boyfriend jumped faster and before I knew it he was pulling his pants on and leaping out my bedroom window. I leaned out the window and watched him running down the street and through the snow with no shirt or shoes. I laughed thinking it was lucky for him that he only lived a couple of blocks away. "So little sister this is what you've been up to since I went away." Jake's voice was very close. I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck. "Slut." He hissed into my ear. I pushed him away. "What do you mean? I hear you all the time with your girlfriends in there." I pointed to the wall with his bedroom on the other side of it. "They're sluts too." He smirked at me. "That isn't fair. That means you're the biggest slut of all them, Jake." I picked up my t-shirt off the bed and held it over my bare chest. "You're right about that little sister. I am the biggest slut of them all." He reached out and gently pulled at my shirt. I let him pull it away from me and I dropped my arms to my sides. He began to unbutton his shirt as he moved in towards me. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me towards him. His mouth mashed roughly against mine. When his tongue started to push inside I opened my lips to him. His big hand began to knead my breast and then it slid down my belly and into my panties. His fingers penetrated me. He pulled my panties down and kneeled before me, spreading my pussy lips and dipping his tongue inside. I let out a whimper of delight, it felt so good. He stood, lowered me to the bed, pushed my legs apart and began kissing and slurping at my cunt. My fingers twisted in his dark curls as I began to shake. I came all over his pretty face. When I stopped shuttering he stood up. His face was slick with me and he gave me the biggest smile ever. He began to unbutton his pants. I couldn't believe what I was about to let my brother do to me, but the last thing I wanted was to stop him. His cock was surprisingly big and then it dawned on me that it wasn't just his looks that made him so popular with the girls. He stroked it a couple of times, as if it wasn't already big and hard enough. He grabbed me by the thighs and pulled me towards him, I let out a yelp, but it didn't faze him. Spreading my legs really wide, he leaned over me. I felt his heat pressing against my slick slit and my body jerked up towards him. My pussy was hungry his cock. "Slow down baby sister. I'm gonna give it to you, don't you worry about that." He winked at me, which made my pussy quake. As he began to push between my legs, he watched it go in. I liked that he was looking at me down there. I wished I could see as well as he could. It hurt a lot as he pressed his huge cock into me, but I tried not to let on. I didn't want him to stop. "Man, you are one tight slut, little sis." He smiled and continued his forward progress. There was one thing I had forgotten to mention to Jake. It was that what he had caught me doing with my boyfriend was the furthest I had ever gone. We'd been dating for a few months and sure he was pressuring me. I had finally agreed to blow him and yes let him cum in my mouth. It was a compromise I was willing to make, because I was saving myself for someone special. I just hadn't realized it was Jake. Once Jake got all the way into me, he started pumping. It was painful, but I tried to suffer with dignity. I clung to him. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist and let him pound me into the bed. After that night, we fucked as often as we could the whole three weeks he was home from school. He would sneak into my bedroom in the middle of the night or he would follow me into the bathroom, bending me over the sink for a fast fuck. He even caught me a couple of times in the middle of the day, when our parents were only a few feet away in the next room. He covered my mouth and fucked me up against the wall, knowing any minute they might come around the corner. One afternoon he had me crawl under his desk and blow him while he was studying. When Dad knocked, Jake let him come in and proceeded to carry on a conversation with him while his dick was still hard in my mouth. He made me ride him in his desk chair and fucked me hard while I was lying on my back on his desk. He convinced me to take a walk with him in the snow. Then he dragged me into the woods. He forced me onto the ground, reached up under my skirt, tore a hole in my new black tights and fucked me there in the cold whiteness. I had never had an orgasm before that first evening with Jake in my bedroom and after that it seemed not a day went by without at least four or five. Needless to say, I was devastated when Jake had to return to college, but he promised me that I could come stay with him soon. He said his roommates were going to love me. My Big Brother, My Lover It had to be the worst day of my life. Everything went wrong. The SDS meeting had been busted. Someone in the fucking organization was a rat and no one was sure who. They got us with the maps of the ROTC building too, worse luck, though at least no one had any pot on them. It had been nine guys and me at the meeting, and it looked bad for the three older guys, the ones over twenty-one. The cops had been vile. They'd beaten the crap out of Tom. And even though I wasn't hurt, I shuddered at the thought of their slimy hands on me. The knowing smirks, the stupid remarks. They'd been trying to scare me and they'd succeeded pretty well, though I hoped I'd managed to conceal just how well. It was infuriating to have morons like this in a position of power over me and not to be able to say anything or to mouth off at all. Had to call Austin, of course. Couldn't have these jerks contacting the parental units. Crap. Bet he was sick of bailing me out. Second time this month. At least the last time I hadn't had any ID on me. And then they talk to Austin about me as if I'm not there. Keep her in line. Teach her a lesson. Like I'm a fucking trained animal. The only reason we're letting her go is that she's only 18. Advising him to adopt a dress code for me. Shit. I feel like my head is gonna explode. I'm so mad I can barely breathe. I'm so mad that there are tears of rage in my eyes that I'm barely keeping in. I want to kill them all, I really do. And Austin is just as mad as I am. But he's mad at me. Son of a bitch. He's got a viselike grip on my upper arm that I know is leaving bruises and he's yanking me down the road. Practically throws me in the car. Then he begins to yell. What the fuck do I think I'm doing? What kind of stupid shit am I trying to pull? I'm a moron. My intellect is subhuman. I dress like a slut. I could have been raped by cops. My cerebral cortex has been fried by recreational pharmaceuticals. I briefly consider jumping out of the car as an alternative to continuing to listen, but Austin's driving is so erratic I just don't dare. The thought of roadburn when I'm wearing a micro is marginally worse than getting screamed at. Only marginally. I'm hugely relieved when we pull into the driveway. I figure I can run and lock myself in my room and freak out in private. But Austin isn't done. And that's when everything finally begins to get me down. Austin is just about my favorite person. He's been my hero from the time I was about a month old. He got me my first dog. He taught me to swim. He beat up the evil little shit who picked on me in fifth grade. He brought me my first joint when I was fourteen and he was sixteen. And now he hates me and thinks I'm stupid and awful. Just great. Wonderful. Might just as well go and blow my head off then and have done with it. Austin is in mid-shout when I burst into tears and can't stop. I'm horrified, mind you. Tears are a sign of fucking weakness. But try to tell that to the fucking tears. I stand in the middle of the room, covering my face with my hands face, expecting any second to hear what Austin thinks of this latest stupidity. I cringe in embarrassment, but I can't stop to save my soul. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. I'm not only stupid. I'm stupid and emotional. And ugly and puffy-faced and red. Just great. I'm crying so hard that I'm shaking when I feel Austin's arms come around me and drag me over to the couch. He pulls me into his lap and rocks me, tucking my face against the side of his neck. "Shhh," he says. "It's OK. Shhh," and keeps rocking, his arms holding me close. For a while, this makes me cry harder -- maybe a reaction to the whole long awful day, or the fear of jail, or the fear that he doesn't love me any more and that my heart will break because of it. It's always like that when it's Austin. I can't stand to have him mad at me. Here I am in college and he's still the center of my existence like he was when I was 10. There's something wrong with me. There has to be. Austin's arms have loosened just a bit as my sobs slow. "Please don't hate me," I manage to choke out into the side of his neck. I don't want him to see my face. I must look awful. "Of course I don't hate you. Shh." He's brushing the hair out of my face and kissing my eyelids, his other arm around my waist. And I don't know how it happens, but somehow the lips that have been kissing away my tears are on my own and then it's like an electrical circuit has snapped into existence, and everything changes, everything is dissolving. My skirt is concealing very little at this point and I can feel Austin's sudden, unmistakable erection pressing against me through the thin fabric of my underpants. My arousal is so complete, so total, that I'm almost shocked by it. I typically live too much in my head to react this way. I can't begin to understand it. It has to be because it's Austin. But now I catch fire, I'm crazy with need. I rub myself against his cock, moaning into his mouth and throwing my arms around his neck as he kisses me and slips his hand down the front of my dress. That's when he suddenly has qualms of conscience. He drops his hand and tries to flip me off his lap (it doesn't work -- I have no intention of moving). "Romana -- look, you're upset. You don't want to do this. I don't want to do this." I'm sitting on proof that he is bullshitting both of us. I say so. He tells me I don't know what I'm talking about. He says we'll be sorry. But I know that we're suddenly closer than we've ever been, that something crucial has changed, that all the lies can stop. Everything is different. I stand up (a bit regretfully) and slip off the dress -- there was never much of it -- and then the panties. I stand in front of him. "Hold me. Kiss me. Fuck me. Love me. I wanted you before I was even born. I wanted you inside me filling up my empty places before I even knew what a cock was. We own each other. We are each other. Let the rest of the world go to hell." Austin's clothes are off in what seems like seconds. In only a few more seconds he has me on my back on the floor, my legs spread, one knee resting against his shoulder, his cock poised between my legs. I just can't stand it. "Please?" I want him so much. It's as if I spent my entire life waiting for him to fill me up. "Please." And he impales me in a single thrust and I almost come right there, screaming with the pleasure and the fullness of it. "That's where I belong," he growls, beginning a rhythm the crescendo of which almost makes me faint. "That's where you belong," I agree, before I become incapable of coherent speech. "I love you." But I'm not sure which of us said it.