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Never Have I Ever Ch. 02

By: YKN4949



For those of you who did read the first story, it might not be a bad idea to do that. But if you just want to dive into this one here is a quick synopsis: In Chapter 1 Lynn's nerdy little brother Sammy visited her in college. The two played a steamy game with two of her roommates and ended up having sex. One of the two roommates, Adrienne, walked in and that is the cliff hanger we ended on. If you want more, click on my name at the top of the screen and look up Chapter 1, or go to the last page on this story and there should be a link on the right of the screen for Chapter 1. Thanks! YKN

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I pulled my car into the driveway and turned the engine off. I looked up at the house. The Christmas lights were all hung up and about half an inch of snow sat perfectly white and even on the roof. It looked like it always did at Christmas-time, the same as it looked every single Christmas of my life. It was the day before Christmas Eve and everything should've felt great. But it was different now. My stomach was tied in knots and I felt a little bit light-headed. I had never been so nervous to come home in my life. But I had good reason.

It was just three weeks earlier that Adrienne had barged into my room and found my brother Sammy with his softening cock still buried in my ass. She'd walked into the room like she'd belonged there and torn apart my relationship with my brother. Okay, so that relationship was in flux anyway. I mean, you don't have to be a genius to realize that if my brother's cock was in my ass that things had taken a sort of strange turn. 

"I thought I'd heard something," she'd said when she'd seen us, "This is not over yet!" I knew at that moment that she was still really hot and bothered from our little game. I'd been in that position before. I knew that being really horny was a lot like being really drunk. That all of the sudden, things that seemed unthinkable when in a normal state of mind all of the sudden seemed possible. So here she was, looking on at a site that was absolutely shocking and at that moment she wanted in. But I also knew that eventually she would come down from her little high and she would be less certain about what was going. She might be disgusted by me. She might use this against me.

"Holy shit Adrienne, don't you knock?" I asked, sliding forward so that my brother's dick fell out of my ass. I pulled the covers up around me to cover my nudity.

"You guys are fucking nuts!" she said, ignoring my protest and walking into the room. I looked back at Sammy. He was sitting on his ass now, his legs spread a bit. His big cock was soft and lying against his leg. And that is when I realized what I'd done. I'd just fucked my little brother.

"Adrienne, please just go back to your room. I don't think this is a good idea," I said. She looked at me but her face was blank, like she wasn't registering it.

"So Sammy, I guess if we played the game again, things would turn out differently. There are a whole bunch of things that you've done that most guys haven't, huh?" she said. Sammy was just staring down and his feet. His eyes were glazed. I wanted to move to cover him, but I was too nervous.

Adrienne walked over to my brother and got down on her knees next to the bed. She moved her hand up over my brother's thigh. I saw him jump a little and his eyes opened slightly. He was whispering something to himself but I couldn't hear it. He looked so anguished. I wanted to protect him, but I had no idea what to do. Adrienne's hand touched my brother's soft cock. I looked at her face and her eyes were glittering and her tongue was poking out of her mouth slightly. And then her fingers wrapped all the way around his dick. And suddenly I felt insanely jealous. It was the most bizarre feeling ever. I had the right and obligation to have about ten thousand weird emotions at that moment, but the only one I felt was jealousy.

Adrienne's hand started to gently stroke my brother's cock. My brother didn't move. His chest was moving slightly or I wouldn't have known he was alive. Adrienne squeezed him tight, her hand moved down and brushed his balls and then gently stroked up to the tip. But Sammy stayed soft. Adrienne leaned forward and darted her tongue against the tip of my brother's dick. The tip that had been in my asshole. I was burning now; the only thing that I could was sit there and take it.

"You seemed to have worn him out," she said looking at me. She was smiling, but she actually sounded a bit angry. 

"I don't know," I said, seething.

"Sammy, think you're up to go again?" she asked him. He just sort of shrugged his shoulders. She looked back at me and rolled his eyes.

"Did you actually fuck him?" she asked, "Or were you just trying to show him what the positions are?" I was so angry. How dare she mock Sammy? She had no idea what he was capable of, maybe he just didn't want her skanky ass! (Where were these thoughts coming from? I never felt this jealous about any guy and this wasn't a guy, it was my brother).

"Adrienne, I think you should go," I said as evenly as I could.

"I think so too," she said, "I am like, so disappointed. I thought we were going to get into trouble tonight!" she said and she dropped my brother's dick and walked out of my room in a huff.

"I am so sorry," I said when the door closed after her, "I should have locked the door," Sammy just nodded. Then he got out of bed, quickly put on his clothes and went out to the living room. I tried to talk to him, but each thing I said he'd just nod at. He didn't say anything to me. And when he went out to the living room, he lay down facing the wall and refused to acknowledge me. And I knew that I'd let down my little brother. I was supposed to take care of him. And I'd fucked him and let him be humiliated. I spent most of that night crying.

The next morning I woke up very early. I woke up my brother and got him out of my dorm room. I wanted to get out of there before my roommates woke up. I didn't think I could deal with that conversation. I took Sammy out for breakfast. I tried to talk to him, but he just ignored me the entire time. I don't know if ignore is the right word. He legitimately didn't hear me.

I gave up and just took him to the train station. We had all his stuff; I just figured it would be better for him not to be here. I was clearly making him uncomfortable. I stopped in front of the station and pulled into a spot. I looked over at Sammy. He looked exhausted. But he looked... hot too. I don't know, I thought he looked sexy. How weird is that.

"So..." I said and I considered saying so many things. But I was a coward, so I said, "I guess I will see you for Christmas break." And he nodded again. He opened the door. And as he was climbing out, he turned and looked at me.

"Sis," he said, "I am so sorry that Adrienne saw that. I am sorry we did that, it was wrong. I think I ruined your life. I am sorry." Before I could call out to tell him that he was wrong he'd closed the door. I rolled down the window.

"Sammy!" I called. Then I realized that I couldn't very well yell out that he was the best lay of my life, that I thought he was sexy, and that any problems I had as a result of what happened paled in comparison to the joy I'd felt being with him. So I said, "You're wrong. It's not like that." Sammy didn't even turn; he just nodded his head and walked into the train station.

I'd gone back to the room after that. My roommates were doing Habitat for Humanity, so I had nothing but time to think. But I spent the whole time with my mind just reeling. The entire day passed and it felt like I didn't have a concrete thought all day.

Adrienne came back first.

"Hey," she said and she looked a little shy. I think she'd come down from her little horn-dog high, "Where's your brother."

"Home," I said.

"Cool," she said and then she came over and sat next to me.

"Yeah," I said. I was so nervous.

"So I had a weird dream last night," she said, turning to look at me. I waited her to finish but she didn't so I asked.

"What was it?" She smiled.

"I dreamed I walked in on you having sex with your brother!" she said and I felt a cold stab in my stomach. She raised her eyebrows though, and I realized what she was getting at.

"Crazy!" I said, "Totally gross!"

"Yeah, then I tried to join in. In the dream," she said. I nodded. 

"What a weird dream," I said.

"Listen Lynn," she said, suddenly sounding more serious, "I don't really know what to think about this dream. I can't conceive of what it means. But I think it'd be best if I don't say anything about it to anyone. Do you agree?"

"Oh god yes!" I said and I felt so grateful. I hadn't even stopped to think about the damage this could do to my life. How could I be so reckless? "What can I do to thank you?"

"We are friends," she said and she looked at me with soft eyes, "And I was an ass last night. In that dream." She said. I tried to protest but she shook her head, "Hey, if you ever get a chance to do me a favor, do it and we will call it even." She said, "And tell Sammy I am sorry." I nodded.

Adrienne never said anything about it again. I think she was just so embarrassed. Both by what she'd said and what she'd seen. Whatever, I was grateful. And for about three weeks I just pretended that nothing had ever happened. For the second week there, it almost felt like I had. And Adrienne kept her word; she didn't even act like anything strange had happened.

But now I was sitting in my car in the driveway of my house. I could see the light on in Sammy's bedroom and I knew he was in there, playing on his computer or reading a book. And I was going to have to interact with him. I'd convinced myself by then that I didn't lust after my brother. That it had been a one-time thing. But I still had to see him and talk to him. Around our parents. I sighed deeply and got out of the car.

I got all of my bags and things out of my car but I had so much junk I couldn't open the door. I had to knock on the door. My dad answered the door scowling. Not that that was a surprise. My dad tended to scowl most of the time. I think his problem was that he was just too old to start a family. Taking care of little kids in his late fifties was tough on him. Now that he was closing in on seventy, he was completely burnt out. I hadn't had a non-business relationship with my dad in about four years.

"Your drive okay?" he asked awkwardly, grabbing my bag and helping me into the house. 

"It was fine," I said. I was still struck when I came home from college how weird it felt to be back. I spent everyday of my childhood in this house, but it wasn't my house anymore. It was sad. My dad shuffled off to the living room to watch a basketball game and I stood in the foyer, looking around. 

"Hey honey!" I heard a voice say. I looked towards the kitchen and saw my mom standing in the doorway. My mom was my dad's second wife. His much younger wife. In fact, I learned about the same time I went off the college that my mom was something of a home wrecker. My dad had been married to a woman his own age for ten years and my mom was his secretary. I guess it was one of those things. Anyway, while my dad was visibly deteriorating at 70, my looked as young and vibrant at 42.

People have always said my mom and I look very much the same. She also has long light blonde hair and big blue eyes. We have the same thick pink lips and oval face. We even have the same rotated eye teeth. My mom's stomach isn't quite as flat as mine but she has bigger, 36-C breasts. Her hips are wide and butt it still pretty firm (I guess that is a trophy wife's job or something). And even now, right before Christmas, my mom looked incredibly tanned and pretty standing in the doorway.

I walked down into the kitchen and my mom wrapped me up in her arms. She smelled just like she always did, like perfume and flour. I loved that smell. She pushed me back like she always did, so she could admire me or something. She might look young and hot, but she was still a mom. Whatever.

"You look prettier every time I see you honey," she said and hugged me again, "I've missed you so much." I rolled my eyes.

"I missed you too mom," I said and I meant it. My mom and I were close friends. I sat down at the kitchen table and she took my bags of dirty clothes to the laundry room and dropped them on the floor. For a while we just talked about school and everything else. She wanted to know about my friends and everything. I tried to play it cool, but I was thinking about Sammy.  Finally, I couldn't take it any longer.

"So where is my brother?" I asked and my mom bit her lower lip the way she always did when we talked about my brother. She worried about him. Now I did too, another thing that my mother and I had in common.

"He is up in his room..." she said and looked up the stairs. 

"Is he okay?" I asked. My heart was in my throat. My mother seemed even more concerned that she usually did. My mom is a bit of an airhead and she was always a social butterfly, she was always confused by my shy, introverted, intelligent brother. But some of her concerns now might be legitimate.

"He's fine," she said wistfully, "I don't know. He has been even quieter than usual lately, staying up in his room more than ever. Since... well pretty much since he got back from school with you." My stomach did a little backflip. I was afraid of that.

"Oh," I said, trying to sound cool.

"Did anything happen while he was there, something... I don't know," she said, crossing her arms in front of her breasts. I shook my head vigorously.

"No, absolutely not," I said, a little bit too earnestly. But my mom didn't seem to notice. She looked around the corner conspiratorially to check for my father. 

"I have been thinking lately about your brother. You know he doesn't fit in well at school and he seems very unhappy." She said.

"No he's just..." I started to say, but my mother raised her hand.

"And he is sort of small and...I don't know, is feminine the right word," and that took me by surprise, I didn't get a female vibe from my brother at all. I got a totally different vibe, I am sure you remember, "I think your brother is gay." I almost laughed right there. I knew for a fact he wasn't, "And I was just wondering if something happened to your brother at school. Something with a boy maybe?" She said and I smiled.

"Mom, Sammy isn't gay. You aren't describing a gay boy, your describing a nerd. Your son is a nerd. He isn't gay. Trust me," I said. Well, at least my parents were as oblivious as ever.

"No, just listen..." my mother started.

"Seriously mom, Sammy and I...talk. I know he isn't gay. Please trust me," I said. She just shrugged her shoulders like she had other fears she was worried about, but she didn't say anything else. I decided to change subjects. I looked into the living room.

"How's dad been?" I asked. 

"Oh him?" she asked like I'd asked about George Washington or Napoleon, "He is... your father. I don't know. Since he retired, we barely talk. I don't know." I'd known my parents' marriage wasn't great for a long time. This was the sort of thing she always said.

"Sorry," I said.

"No, don't be," she said, "You know your father and I. We never get along, but we'd never know what to do without one another. Anyway, I guess I have some laundry to do. Why don't you go say hi to dad, or Sammy." She said and I knew the conversation was over. She walked over to the laundry room and disappeared inside.

I walked out and looked at the living room and saw my dad staring at the TV. He started yelling at the basketball game. I rolled my eyes and decided that talking to my dad was probably not the way to go. So I headed upstairs. I was going to talk to my brother. I was terrified.

I knocked on his door and at first I heard nothing. I knocked again and I heard a sort of inquisitive grunt. I decided that this meant it was okay for me to open the door. So I pushed it open. My brother's room was almost completely dark except for the glow of his computer screen. There were clothes and stuff all over the floor and it felt stuffy and uncomfortable. I saw him sitting in his chair, his back was too me.

"What do you need mom?" he asked impatiently. I saw he was playing some sort of video game. I didn't say anything at first. I didn't know what to say. It felt so awkward now. It wasn't like being with my brother anymore. It was like running into an ex-boyfriend. I cleared my throat. 

"Oh shit! Lynn, I thought you were getting home tomorrow," he said and he turned and looked at me. His eyes were a little bloodshot from playing video games too long. He looked tired. His shirt was dirty and his boxers looked like they were threadbare. I could see his massive penis hanging limply against his legs through them, but I forced myself not to look at it. God help me, even if that bedraggled looking state, I still found him attractive. I fought down that feeling, that wasn't a feeling that a sister had for her brother.

"No, today," I said casually. I didn't know what else to say. I walked over to the bed and sat down, "So how have you been?" It didn't feel like the right thing to say but at least it didn't feel like the wrong thing.

"I'm...fine," he said. He refused to look me in the eye when he spoke to me. I could tell that he was ashamed. I wanted to get passed this. I wanted my brother back.

"Mom thinks you're gay," I said and smiled. My brother's eyes got wide and then he laughed. He laughed harder than he had to; I think it was just the sense of relief. Things were normal again; I was giving him information about my mother's most recent paranoia.

"What makes her think that?" he asked finally, and he looked at me when he spoke. His eyes looked so intelligent, so beautiful even tinged in red.

"Who knows," I said, "You know how she is. She is always worried about something. I get the feeling there is more than the usual bullshit between her and dad lately." My brother grimaced and then rolled his eyes. He got up furtively from the chair and closed the door to his bedroom. He returned to his chair and sat down.

"Yeah, I wanted to talk to you about it but," he started. He wanted to say something about how things were weird because we'd fucked each other, but he decided against it, "I haven't had the chance. They are really weird lately. I mean more so than usual. They aren't just arguing and stuff. Dad sleeps on the couch every night now." I winced. My parents' marriage had been on a slow decline for a while now. It was a topic of regular conversation between my brother and me. I didn't know what I felt, relief because I was talking to my brother normally, or sadness because the decline of my parent's marriage had apparently reached its nadir. 

"You think they are finally going to get a divorce?" I asked.

"I don't know," Sammy said and shrugged. And then we were quiet again. His room felt even stuffier than before and I felt like I wanted to get out of here. I mean the house. I wanted to go back to school and just get on with my life. I stood up and moved towards the door.

"Hey Lynn," my brother said and I turned and looked at him. His eyes were cast down and he was clearly pained, "I am so sorry about what happened. I don't know what got into me. I know I apologized before, but I want to say that I am sorry I took advantage of you. Things got out of hand and I should have stopped it. You're my sister and I am supposed to take care of you, not hurt you." He said all of this is one fast breath. He was shaking slightly while he talked, not like he was crying but like he was scared. I felt a wave of compassion race over me. I had spent all this time thinking about my own guilt and confusion, it never occurred to me that my brother would feel guilty. Why should he? The entire situation was my fault. I'd started everything. I moved over to my brother and got down on my knees next to his chair. I put my hand over his. It felt cold.


Never Have I Ever Ch. 02



"Sammy is that really what you think happened there?" I asked. He looked over at me. His lips were tight and he shrugged.

"Yes," he said in a terribly soft voice.

"No Sammy, it wasn't like that at all. You never took advantage of me. Hell I practically threw myself at you. You didn't do anything wrong. It was all me. I am the one who messed things up," I said.

"That can't be true," he said, moving his hand out from under mine.

"Why not?"

"Because you are beautiful girl! Guys would take years off of their lives to do with you... what I did. I am a little troll and you only did that with me because I am your little brother and I made you feel guilty about what a loser I am. Now you are going to fall on your sword again to make me feel better. I don't want that," he said. I felt so flattered. I thought some about that night, the way my brother's eyes had moved over me with desire. I knew he thought I was sexy, and it made me feel sexy. But I shook my head. I gathered my thoughts every carefully, I wanted to say this right. I wanted to tell the truth, even if I'd been denying the truth to myself since it happened.

"Sammy," I said, "Listen. I know that I said I regretted what happened, but I want to explain to you why I regret what happened. I am sorry that we... had sex because I am afraid of losing you as my brother and my friend. I regret it because I think we've forced ourselves farther apart by acting the way we did. If I could be 100% sure that nothing between us had changed that night, I wouldn't have a regret in the world. I don't regret showing you how much I love you, I don't regret that you saw my body or that I saw yours, and I don't regret the pleasure that I felt that night. And I did, I loved the way you made me feel. That was the best sex I'd ever had. But mind-blowing sex isn't worth losing my baby brother."

"Mind-blowing?" he said, sounding half like he was impressed with himself and half like I was putting him on. But I wasn't ready to stop talking yet.

"And don't even give me that bullshit about the fact that I am beautiful and you aren't. You are not a big meatheaded jock and you aren't a pretty boy or anything, but you are attractive. You are a handsome kid and the reason you don't get laid isn't because of your looks, it's because of your attitude. Most girls want a guy who knows what he wants and has confidence in himself. I like the nerdy, quiet you. But it wouldn't hurt to be a little assertive," I said and I was sort of amazed by my little speech. I said exactly what I wanted to say. Sammy was looking at me with a sort of confused, half-smile on his face. I was also feeling a bit hot, talking about the sex, thinking about it. It was making me horny! I was a complete basket case. But in my mind's eye I kept playing that night in my mind, over and over again. I felt like I must be sweating. My pussy felt damp in my panties. This was strange.

"What are you afraid of changing?" he asked.

"That things will be like the way they've been for the last few weeks. That we won't talk, that we will always be awkward around one another," I said. 

"I don't want that either," he said, "I understand what you are saying Lynn. And I think you are right. It doesn't do us any good to feel guilty about this. Let's just put it behind us and forget it happened. Let's just stop." He said. And I was glad I'd put his mind at ease, but I wasn't so certain anymore.

"I don't know," I said. "I don't know if we can..." I was thinking about how awkward it had been when I'd first walked into my brother's room. I was thinking about how much tension we'd felt, trying not to talk about sex. And then, when we just talked about it, it was better. And my brother thought I was beautiful and that wasn't going to change. And I was going to think about his big, hard cock in my ass and that wasn't going to change. If we just ignored it and pretended like it didn't happen, we'd both know that it did. The memory would be this big thing sitting in the middle of the room. It would drive us farther apart. I knew that maybe there was a way to make us even closer. And I have to admit I was feeling incredibly horny at that point, thinking about sex, so maybe it clouded my judgment.

"What do you mean?" he asked. He looked concerned now.

"I think I have been going about this all the wrong way," I said. I stood up quickly in front of my brother. I was wearing a thick red sweater and a pair of jeans. I quickly reached down and pulled my sweater over my head and threw it on the floor. Then I started to unbutton my jeans. The solution was so obvious, if a little scary; I couldn't believe I had to wait until I was horny to realize it. Something had changed between my brother and me. I couldn't be in the same room with him without wanting to fuck him.

"What are you doing?!" my brother asked, clearly he hadn't come to a realization yet.

"Little brother," I said condescendingly, "If we let this grow into something huge it will tear us apart. But, what if it is just something we do every once in a while? What if sex is just a part of our relationship? Then it wouldn't be weird or anything." While I was saying this, I started to realize why I'd felt guilty before. I mean, I was afraid I'd hurt my brother and afraid I'd screw things up, but most I was guilty because I liked it. But he liked it too. Who were we hurting if it was just the two of us?

"Lynn, I don't know..." he started. He was just nervous; I could see in his eyes (and stiffening between his legs) that he liked the idea.

"Unless you didn't have fun playing with me," I said, pouting, "I liked playing with you." I felt that same heady rush I'd felt that night, back in my room.

"I loved it," he said.

"Then stay sitting and let me take the lead here," I said. He nodded and didn't move. I finished unbuttoning my jeans and slinked them off my body. I walked over to my brother's door and made sure it was locked. Then I walked over to my brother's bed and shoved a bunch of his junk off of it, leaving a nice open area on the bed. I flopped down on it. My brother started to get up, "stay where you are." I said and he followed directions nicely.

I was lying with my head on the pillow and my brother was in his chair, near my feet to my right, looking at me. I smiled at him. It felt good, I felt kind of like we got to get back to that point where my roommate had interrupted us, like we were getting a chance to finish something. 

"Tell me little brother," I said, enjoying being lusted after, "how many times have you imagined me in this bed like this?" He squirmed a little. But I just kept looking at him.

"Like every day since I was twelve," he said and blushed. I smiled. Well, I might as well give my fan club here what it wanted. I reached under my back and unhooked my bra. I slid it off myself and threw it on my brother's floor. I saw his eyes glue themselves to my nipples. And I watched as his big cock pushed up the fabric of his boxer shorts. I didn't really have a plan here; I was just sort of doing what my body wanted. I wanted to make him want me as badly as he had that night.



I put my finger to my lips and licked it lightly. Then I moved it down to my nipple, rubbing the tip very gently. My skin was taut from arousal and the cold and my finger felt electric on my tit. I put my finger back in my mouth and rubbed my other nipples. My hips moved slowly and seductively as I did this, rocking and moving but without any input from my brain. It just sort of happened. I watched my brother. He looked crazed, like he couldn't control himself. I saw his hand move, he wanted to touch himself.

"Don't touch yourself until I tell you to," I said and he quickly moved his hand firmly against the arm rest on his chair. I lifted my hips off the bed, putting my feet flat on the mattress, thrusting my pussy up in the air. Then I slid my fingers into my panties and slowly moved them down. I had completely shaved my pubes that morning and I was bare and my skin glistened from my wetness. I could tell from the look on this face that my brother had stopped breathing.

After I kicked the panties off I slowly lowered myself down onto the bed. I ran my hand down over my breasts and against my stomach. My fingers ran across my clit and sent a shiver down my spine. Then they were enmeshed in the soft, hot, wet folds of my pussy lips. I moaned quietly (the parents were just downstairs) and spread my legs wide. I played with my pussy lips, opening them and touching them gently, letting Sammy get a good look. My fingers were dripping wet. When I slide them across my clit again my whole body felt warm. Then I took my wet fingers up to my mouth and plunged them in, tasting the salty sexiness of my cunt.

I opened my eyes and looked at my brother. His mouth was hanging open and his eyes were wide, but he made no sound. I could see a spot on his boxers where his pre-cum was soaking through his boxers. For some reason that turned me on even more, and I knew what I had to do. 

I looked around the bed frantically, desperately searching for the right kind of item. Finally, my eyes rested on a tennis racket that my mother must have bought Sammy to try to keep him active. It was old, but it was still covered in cardboard because it had never been used. Most importantly, the handle of the racket was long, about two inches in width, and rounded at the bottom.

I tore off the cardboard and brought the black rubber handle up to my lips. I looked over at Sammy, stuck my tongue out and licked it. Then I popped the end of it into my mouth. It tasted bad (you know, like rubber), but I liked the way it made me feel. Naughty. I opened my mouth wider, letting the handle of the racket slide into my mouth. I used my tongue, swirling around and making sure the thing was wet. Farther and farther the handle pushed into my mouth until it was rubbing the back of my throat, my eyes were watering, and I gagged. When I gagged, my mouth filled with thick, wet spit. I took the racket out of my mouth and used my hand to cover the whole shaft of the racket in my spit.

I moved the racket down between my legs and placed it against my pussy. I moaned a little as I rubbed it around on my pussy lips, letting my juices mix with my spit. The end of the racket touched my clit briefly and I thought I was going to cry it felt so good. Finally, I put the end of the racket against my pussy and pushed. It was cool and hard and it made me breathe in deeply as the very tip of it thrust itself into my pussy. I groaned as I slowly worked the handle of the racket into my pussy. I twisted it, getting it wet, feeling it stretch me out. It wasn't as big as my brother, but it felt good. I looked over at him and saw him, trance-like, staring between my legs.

I pushed the racket farther, feeling my pussy close around it. While I plunged the racket into myself, I spit in my other hand, getting my fingers wet, and then started to gently rub my clitoris. The feeling was incredible. The racket moving in and out of me while the absolute center of my pleasure zone was stimulated. And the whole time, my brother was watching me. That's when I decided I was done torturing him.

"Come over here," I moaned while I played with myself, "I want to see you while I fuck myself." I said. He was off the chair like he was shot out of a cannon. In a micro-second he was standing in front of me, his dick poking through his boxers. I bit my lip while I looked at him, staring into those intelligent, beautiful eyes and just wanting him to want me. 

"I love you sis," he said in a husky tone and I almost came, I loved to hear him say that.

"I love you too Sammy," I said, "take out that cock. I want you to jack off onto my face." I said. I don't know where that request came from. It had never been a fetish of mine, but something about fucking your brother makes you want to do kinky stuff I guess. He pulled his dick out of his boxers as fast as he could, wrapping his hand around his meaty member. But he didn't start to stroke.

"Oh fuck yes!" I moaned, moving the racket faster inside of my body, "What's wrong Sammy? Don't you want to cover my face in your cum?" I asked and he looked weak.

"Yeah but..." he started.

"Oh God, fuck me!" I groaned, "honey I don't have the time or inclination to get you to talk tell me what's wrong." I said, I knew I was nearing an orgasm. A very powerful one.

"I have masturbated since we had sex, I was trying to control my urges," he said and that seemed silly to me, "But the problem is now, I am real backed up..."

"What does that mean," I said in a whisper as the five or six wet inches of tennis racket handle plunged into my pussy. 

"There is going to be a lot, like a ton of cum. Is that okay?" he asked sheepishly, but his cock was almost quivering. I looked at his balls, they were hanging low, they looked full and hot.

"Oh god, I need all your cum on my face baby brother," I said, rubbing harder on my clit. That seemed to be all the motivation my brother needed. He started to move his hand up and down on his long shaft. I watched him bite his lip and close his eyes as he did. And when he did, oh my God! He sort of changed from my nerdy, but sexy, little brother into an absolute stud. I can't explain, it was just part of that moment. I felt my orgasm building.

But I guess not masturbating for a month and then watching me fuck myself with his tennis racket had just about put my brother over the edge as well. After only about a minute of stroking his cock, I heard a little croaking sound spill out from my brother's lips and then a long sigh. I opened my eyes and turned towards him just as the first big spurt of his hot cum shot out of his dick. I opened my mouth but the first bit came out so hard it landed in my hair. But he wasn't done. The second spurt landed squarely in my mouth and the salty taste was overwhelming. It was so much better than I'd remembered with anyone else. It was enough to push me over the edge. 

I thrust my racket deep into my pussy and rubbed hard on my clit. It felt like every single nerve in my body all of the sudden was flooded with pleasure, and it rippled around my body over and over again. I moaned loudly (maybe too loudly). All the while my eyes were open and I kept watching as more and more cum shot out of my little brother's cock and splashed against my forehead, cheeks, teeth, hair, and neck. My orgasm was subsiding as the last little bits of cum pushed out of his cock and landed on my neck.

I reached up and felt my face, the entire thing felt like it was coated in cum. The hollow in my neck was filled like a little cup of cum. I giggled to myself and the cum from my lips slipped into my mouth. I looked at my brother and he smiled at me. Everything felt rights.

"Kids!" I heard a voice call from downstairs, "dinner is ready." And then I remembered where I was. And what I was covered in.

"Shit!" I said and then giggled some more.

"Don't worry," my brother said, "I will go downstairs and stall, you just... get cleaned up," he said and he grinned at me. He quickly threw on some clothes and walked to the door. I was sitting up in his bed when he turned back to me, "hey sis," he said.

"Huh?" I sighed contentedly.

"You look so hot like that," he said and then, blushing, he rushed out the door. I giggled again. My face was still covered in his splooge as I removed the tennis racket from my pussy and collected all my clothes. I opened the door to his room, checked both ways and saw that it was clear and then darted into the bathroom. I felt his cum streaming down my body, onto my tits and even a little onto my belly. When I looked at myself in the mirror I smiled, I looked like glazed donut!

I quickly scooped a little bit of the cum into my mouth, I wanted to wait and get it all. I wanted every little bit of my brothers delicious love inside of me, but I didn't have time. Eventually I just had to clean the rest off with a towel and go downstairs. But even as I walked, and sat down to eat in front of my whole family, I could still smell the scent of his cum on me, he'd made me his.

* * * * *

Dinner that night was pretty typical. My dad was a little bit drunk, but at least he was quiet. My mom talked to me about school and tried desperately to include my brother in conversation. She tried to talk about Christmas but no one was interested. My brother was very quiet and uncomfortable, and for a few minutes I was nervous it was about us again, and then I realized he could sense the tension between my parents and it was causing him some distress. I felt for him and I had a crazy little idea about how to make him feel better after dinner...

But once the dishes were cleared and my dad lumbered back into the living room, my brother went up to his room. I was going to follow him, but my mom grabbed me. It was clear that staying in the house alone with two nearly non-verbal men was driving her nuts. She kept me up until almost 1:00 a.m. gossiping about the neighborhood, talking about some of my old friends from high school, and generally just annoying the hell out of me. But she meant well and she could be pretty good company.

The only down side was that when she finally decided to go to bed, I walked past my brothers bedroom and saw that he was passed out on his bed. I figured, based on his generally nervous disposition, that he hadn't slept a lot the last few weeks. So I let him sleep. I figured I would get him the next day. It was such a strange feeling. Like the way I felt when I just started dating someone, infatuated with them. I wanted to be around Sammy all the time. But it felt deeper than that, because on top of that romantic and sexual infatuation was a deep love for my brother and the knowledge that passion can cool but real love stays.  

Unfortunately, Christmas Eve turned out to be a particularly awful day, at least at first. I was planning on sleeping in but my mother woke me up around six and told me that she hadn't bought anything for Christmas, because she wanted to go with me. I don't know what she was thinking. We were at the store when the place opened up, but there were already like ten thousand people there. So for several hours we fought and kicked and punched our way through a sea of consumers, trying to grab the last remaining electronic gizmos and books and other shit we didn't really need. The whole time, my mind was back at the house, thinking about my brother.

Finally, around six in the evening we made it back to the house. My dad was watching television and my brother was not visible. I assumed he was up in his room. I considered going up there, but my mom had stopped on the way home and bought food so I knew we'd be eating in a few minutes. I didn't want to go upstairs and maybe start something I couldn't finish. 

Anyway, my mom called us all down to eat whatever it was she'd bought from Boston Market. This passes for traditional Christmas Eve fare at my house. At least it tasted okay. The next day my mom would cook a turkey and it would not be as pleasant. 

My father was a little bit drunk at dinner, but he was at least in a good mood. He spent a lot of time talking to me about school and everything. I don't dislike my dad the way my mom does or feel repulsed by him like my brother. I love him a lot and just wish that he could get his act together. He once had a family that loved him, now he was driving them away with his miserly attitude and drinking. But tonight that was forgotten and I sort of basked in the attention he gave me. I noticed my brother and my mom talking a little during dinner, but for the most part they were both quiet. Occasionally, when my dad wasn't monopolizing conversation with me I would see my brother staring at me and I would smile at him. He would blush and look back at my mom. He was so cute! But finally, when he was finished eating, my brother slipped back up to his room and my mom started cleaning up. 




Never Have I Ever Ch. 02



My dad kept me around, talking for a little while about nothing in particular, but finally around 9:00 he got tired and walked back to the living room to fall asleep on the recliner. My mom had been totally monopolizing my time, so I snuck out before she could talk to me again. I walked up the stairs and went to my brother's door. My heart was beating with a driving pace. I didn't know what we were going to do, but I wanted badly to do it. 

His door was closed and I decided I would surprise him. The door was unlocked so I pushed it forward gently, trying not to make noise. I got it open just enough to look into the room. As soon I could see and hear, I knew what my brother was doing. I looked at my brother's computer screen and saw a cartoon of a man having sex with a cartoon woman with an incredibly giant bust. It was anime porn! My brother is such a dork. I could hear the squeals that the woman in the video was making. I looked at my brother and saw that his hand was moving up and down in front of him. It didn't take a sex expert to figure out what he was doing. I guess after the night before he decided to give up on attempt not to touch himself anymore. I was just about to go into his room, when I heard a voice.

"Lynn honey, can you come downstairs for a minute, I need to talk to you!" My mother said. I quickly closed my brother's door and stood out in the hallway. I don't think that he noticed I'd opened the door. I desperately did not want to have another talk with my mom, but I didn't see a way out of it. So I headed back downstairs and went into the kitchen.

My mom was sitting at the kitchen table. There was a glass of coca in front of her and one in front of the other seat. I took that seat and a sip of the cocoa. I looked up at my mom and gave her an inquisitive smile. What did she want?

"Honey," she said slowly, carefully measuring her words, "Do you remember what we talked about the other day?" 

"I am going to need more information than that mom," I said, taking another sip of cocoa. She was clearly nervous, and I wondered what was up.

"About your brother?"

"What about Sammy," I said, suddenly feeling defensive. She needed to stop worrying about him. He was fine. Well...maybe not. I don't know if what we were doing is wrong, but at least the problems he had had nothing to do with what she was afraid of.

"About..." she said then she looked around to make sure that my dad wasn't around, "about him possibly being gay." I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

"Mom..." I started, but she put her hand up.

"I know you don't think he is gay, but I do. And I am worried. You know your father; if your brother is gay he won't pay for Sammy's college. He will kick him out of the house," she said. I don't know if I believed that, sometimes my mom just assumes the worst about my dad.

"I don't think daddy would do that. Plus it isn't even an issue because Sammy isn't gay," I said definitively.

"How can you be sure?" she asked and I wanted to tell her I knew because I'd licked his cum off my lips the day before, but I couldn't.

"We talk, I know," I said. That should've ended. But of course, it didn't.

"I am worried," she said, "And I love Sammy. And I want to be able to take care of him and love him forever and I can't do that if your father pushes him away. So, I signed him up for a program."

"What kind of program?" I asked as my eyes narrowed and I pushed back from the table. My mom's smile faltered a little, but she kept trying.

"It is a gay reformation therapy course," she said and I stood up. I was ready to leave the room, "It is a medical thing. They just suppress homosexual urges and replace them with heterosexual ones. Here look, this is the brochure," she said. She handed me a brochure, but I wouldn't take it.

"Mom. Sammy isn't gay. Even if he was, you should love him the way he is. And even if you can't do that, you have to at least know that these therapies are bullshit and that if someone is gay you can't bully them into being straight," I said. My mom looked defeated. She dropped the pamphlet on the table. I saw tears welling in her eyes.

"I just want my boy to be okay," she said and she cried. I sat back down at the table.

"He is 18, you can't make him go," I said, putting my arm around her.

"I want him to go, I know I can't make him."

"He is straight mom," I said.

"I want to believe you're right, but I can't. I just want to be sure," she said. And somehow, that clicked with something in my brain. All of the sudden, I knew exactly what I had to do. It wasn't going to be pretty, but I had to show her.

"Mom," I said, "I can prove it. Follow me," I said. I was taking her upstairs. I was hoping and praying that Sammy was still watching porn on his computer. If I could just show mom that he was watching straight (albeit cartoon) porn, then she would at least give up on this ludicrous plan. It might be embarrassing for Sammy, but it was less embarrassing having your mom tell you you're gay and that you need to go to therapy. Yuck. I was worried about my mother too, she was clearly high strung and tension with my dad was freaking her out. I thought maybe having one less thing to worry about would be good for her.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"Just follow me and be quiet," I said. I started up the stairs and she followed. We reached the hallway upstairs and I walked to my brother's room. Just like before I started the process of slowly and carefully cracking the door so I could look inside. When I got it about five inches open I could see the screen. Sammy was still pounding away at his dick and there were cartoons having sex on screen. One had giant boobs, so I was pretty sure my mother would be satisfied.

"What are you doing?" my mother whispered. But then we both heard the sound of a woman's moan coming from the computer. My mother pushed past me and looked at the crack. I looked at her face as she registered what she was looking at. She blushed and looked embarrassed to see my brother masturbating, but I could sense that she was relieved as well.

"See!" I said carefully. My mom pulled away from the door, embarrassed but grinning.

"I do feel better," she said and then started to turn to leave.

"Oh fuck mom, suck my dick!" a voice said from my brother's room. It wasn't my brother's voice, it was the video.

"Oh son, I love you so much, I want to taste you!" A woman's voice said. My mother's eyes grew wide. Then she rushed to the door and looked inside again. I tried to get in her way, but I couldn't. What kind of weirdo porn was Sammy watching?

"Momma, I want you to taste my cum!" the voice said.

"I want to eat it up!" the mother replied. I realized then that I might have made things a thousand times worse. But how was I to know?

"Come on mom," I said, "Let's get out of here." But my mother wanted none of that. Instead she pushed past the door. Into my brother's room.

"What it the hell is going on in here!" she hissed, obviously not wanting to scream and wake my father. I heard my brother give out a terrified yell and then I came into the room behind my mother. Sammy turned quickly, his dick still out and hard. When he realized this, he took a pillow from the foot of his bed and covered himself.

"Jesus Christ, what are you two doing here?" he said, his voice almost squealing with discomfort.

"What are we doing here?" my mother asked, "What are you doing here. What is that filth?"

"It's just porn mom, all guys look at porn," Sammy said, hanging his head and looking absolutely dreadful. I wanted to run over to him and put my arms around him. I wanted to expel this embarrassment. But for the time at least, I was trapped.

"It wasn't just porn!" My mother said and she looked absolutely terrified when she said it. I realized she wasn't angry, like I thought, she was scared. "It was porn where... where a mother was... having sex with her... with her son!" she said and she could barely get it out.

"No it wasn't!"

"I heard it!"

"It's a joke!" he said.

"Your erection wasn't a joke," my mother said and my brother recoiled as though he were hit. "I saw what you were doing. Oh god! What is wrong with this family! What did I do wrong?"

"Mom, you need to relax," I said, trying to calm what was happening. But she didn't seem to hear me.



"Is that what you want? You want me to have sex with you?" My mother said and Sammy's eyes got wide. He was clearly terrified.

"No, it was just a fantasy mom, I am sorry," he said 

"Fantasies you have about me?" my mother said.

"No... Just...No!" My brother said, trying to slink back into the chair. And then I realized something. I looked at my mother and she was so passionate at that moment. She was so alive at that moment, I realized what was happening. I'd been there before. She was flattered. And curious.  And a little aroused. And she was terrified of those feelings. She wanted to make sure they were not legitimate. She wanted them out root and branch. But she liked it. She was trapped in a loveless marriage, god knew when the last time she'd had sex. She felt sexy. That was what was swirling in her head; it was what was making her scared. And this was her little boy, she loved him. I had to convince her that the only way to keep him was to accept him... any maybe her own urges.

"Mom," I said, "Mom stop...:" Finally my mother seemed to hear me and she turned and looked at me. Her eyes were red and she looked like she was about to start bawling. Her whole body was shaking.

"What is happening Lynn, this can't be happening!" My mother said. Then she sat down on the bed and buried her face in her hands. I let her cry for a while. My brother looked at me, terrified and embarrassed. I just nodded reassuringly to him, in way that let him know I would take care of it. He seemed to relax. But just a very little bit.



"Mom," I said, picking my words with extreme care, "I knew about this. I talked to Sammy about this when he came to visit me at school. He told me he had sexual fantasies about you." My brother's eyes widened and he looked like he was about to protest, so I pursed my lips and shook my head. He fell silent.

"Oh god honey, why did you tell me?" she begged through her fingers.

"Can I be very, very honest with you mom?" I asked and she looked up and nodded. "Sammy told me that he was terrified. He was terrified to tell you. He thinks you are a beautiful and sexy woman. And he wanted you. But he was afraid that if he told you that not only you would say no (and believe me, he knew that you would say no), but he was more afraid that you'd hate him. That you'd stop loving him. I told him that there was no way he could ever do anything that would make you stop loving him. Didn't I Sammy?"

"Yeah, you did," Sammy said and he sounded like his throat was dry. My mother looked up. Her eyes were red, and so were her cheeks. But she looked somehow beautiful, I can't explain it. Seeing the intensity of her concern for my brother, so genuine. The passion was palpable and beautiful.

"How could he ever think that?" my mother said, "Of course I worry about him. But I love him and I will always love him. We can work through this."

"I think Sammy needs for you to hug him and tell him everything is okay," I explained. My mother looked over at my brother who gave her a sheepish look. I saw her eyes melt. She only ever wanted what was best for him. She threw open her arms. Sammy stood and held the pillow up against his crotch and looked at me. I made a motion, like he should throw it aside and he complied. His penis was flaccid now and bounced against his leg as he moved over to our mother. If she noticed, she pretended that she did not. He fell reluctantly into her arms and she held him close.

"I will always love you Sammy, you can't ever lose your mother," she cooed at him. As she held him, his penis rubbed against her side. Again, she pretended she didn't notice. But Sammy couldn't. As I said earlier, my mother is an attractive lady, she smells lovely, and it is clear my brother has a taste for family treats. As she gyrated and cooed at him while she hugged, I watched as his cock started to get hard, to press against my mother's side. She still pretended she didn't notice. But I did.

"Mom, I just thought of something," I said and then I moved next to her, so that I Sammy was on her left and I was on her right. "I think you need to show Sammy that you will accept him no matter what."

"How can I do that," my mother said, smiling at me. She was euphoric right now. The wildly shift emotions had left her open and vulnerable. I felt bad having to attack, but... I had to attack.

"Show him that you accept him mom. Take him into your heart, and soul... and body," I said. My mother's brow furrowed. But I didn't let her think or say anything. Instead I reached across her body.  I could feel her warmth. I reached over to my brother and wrapped my hand around the base of his penis. His body shuddered. But I slowly started to stroke it. My brother gasped but didn't move.

I looked over at my mother. She was staring at me wide-eyed, almost too confused for words. Today had been too much of a shock to her she was like putty; I could shape her into whatever I wanted. Not that I knew necessarily what I wanted. I wasn't out to get anything here, I was just trying to fix a problem, and it was such a messy, sexy problem that I didn't know what else to do but double down. I didn't feel like I had a choice, I was stuck. Maybe I just wanted to be stuck. I leaned over into her ear and whispered so quietly that Sammy couldn't hear. 

"Mom, I know that Daddy doesn't come to your bed anymore. I know that you don't feel like a beautiful woman anymore. But you are. Daddy doesn't accept you as a beautiful woman. Sammy does. He loves you and wants you. We both love you. Why don't you show Sammy that you appreciate how much he loves you? Take Sammy's cock in your mouth. Give your son pleasure and he will be devoted to you forever. You won't lose him like daddy." I didn't know if I was telling the truth, I was just saying what I needed to say. But I hoped it was true. I prayed it was true.

My mother looked down at my hand as I stroked my brother's hard cock. For a second she just watched. Then, slowly, she lifted her hand and placed it on my arm, arresting my ability to stroke. Carefully she lifted my hand away from Sammy's dick. For a terrifying moment, I thought it was all over. I'd just compounded our already horrible problem. Sammy was gaping at me, wide-eyed. My mom looked at Sammy.

"I love you Sammy," she said, and then she bent over at her waist. I watched as she took Sammy's big, hard dick in her hand and then slowly guided it towards her mouth. I saw the bright pink tip of his cock slide into her mouth and I watched him shake. For a second he looked at me with a combined look of surprise, admiration, and lust. Then, my mom started to work his cock deeper into his mouth and he closed his eyes and enjoyed it.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't conflicted by what I was watching. First of all, just watching an older woman, a beautiful older woman, suck a younger man's cock was kind of a turn on for me. They way her lips rested against his taut skin and the way the shaft of the cock plunged in and out of her mouth was undeniably sexy. However, I was a little jealous! Of my mom! I wanted to be sucking that cock, it belonged to me. Worse than that, I blamed my mom for this. If she hadn't been so damn weird about thinking Sammy was gay and if she had just looked at Sammy watching porn and walked away, I wouldn't have had to do this.

Suddenly I was struck by an idea. I would have to punish mom for this, but I couldn't ruin the sex. So I took one last look at them, mom looking almost surprised, but also aroused, to be sucking Sammy's dick. And Sammy, with his eyes closed, looking euphoric. I hoped I was better than mom. Then, after my glance, I went over to Sammy and whispered into his ear.

"Go sit down on the bed," I said. He nodded but didn't open his eyes. Carefully, he slid over so that he was sitting on the bed with his legs spread. My mom followed him, keeping his cock in her mouth. I saw her move her hand between his legs and gently start to massage his balls while she sucked. He moaned as she did this and I could see her smile. She was just happy to be having sex again.

Now they were positioned so that Sammy was sitting on the bed, legs apart and leaning back against the foot of his bed. My mom was on her hands and knees between his legs, her mouth on his dick and her ass in the air, just the way I wanted. I climbed up on the bed behind my mom. I looked over her and saw her big, round ass in the air and the way her body tapered to her narrow hips, I saw her elegantly arched back and the way her blonde head bobbed up and down on my brother's cock.

She was wearing sweater and a pair of yoga pants. I quickly grabbed her yoga pants and her panties and in one quick motion I thrust them down to the bed around her knees. I noticed my mother's head stopped bobbing, clearly she was wondering what I was doing. Sammy saved me this time.

"Mom, oh God don't stop!" he said and in a moment his cock was sliding between her lips again, getting drenched spit.

Now I was looking at my mother from behind. Her ass was up in the air and her legs were spread slightly. I could see a sparse amount of pubic hair over her vagina, her vaginal lips looked pink and puffy and they glistened with her juices. I also saw her asshole, a crinkled little purple star in the sea of her white skin. And I prepared to go through with my plan.

Before I go any farther, I know some of you are thinking, "I read Lynn's first story and it seemed impossible, but this one is even crazier and harder to believe." And I know that. But all I can say is that it happened and that, at the time, it didn't feel like there was any choice. I feel trapped by these strange incestuous events that keep happening in my life. I am trapped, but I love it. I don't know, if you can't understand it now, I guess I will never be able to explain it.

Anyway, I put one of my hands on either one of my mom's ass cheeks and spread them apart. Her asshole contracted a little when I did it. I leaned forward, looking at it. I'd never been this close to anyone's asshole before; I expected to be a little repulsed by it. Especially because it belonged to someone I was related to. But it looked cute. I leaned forward until I was just about half an inch away from it. My mother's body had a thick, earthy smell that was intoxicating. 

Slowly, I stuck out my tongue. I felt her asshole before I tasted it, it was hot and wrinkled and supple. It tasted like her skin, but more metallic somehow. When I pressed my tongue hard against her asshole I felt her whole body tremble. It felt for a minute like she would look around to see what I was doing, but I could feel her body continue to rise and fall as my brother's cock pounded into her mouth. I heard her moan around the cock and I wondered if she liked the feeling.

I began to lap at her asshole, spreading my tongue wide and moving it all over her. I felt her push back against the tongue. Sometimes I would make my tongue rigid, dip into the soft, tight, salty recesses of her asshole, getting it wet and slippery. I dug my fingers into her supple ass cheeks as I did this, keeping balance and being overwhelmed by how hot I found this.

And we were like that for a while, my brother on his butt, thrusting his cock up into my mother's hungry mouth, eyes closed and in heaven. My mother, in an almost trance, letting that cock slide into her, tasting his skin and licking her pre-cum, choking and letting her spit down his cock. At the same time, she thrust back at me, holding her asshole open and feeling the warmth and wetness of my tongue. Finally, there was me, on my knees behind my mother, my hands buried in her skin, my tongue fondling her dirtiest place and the whole time I felt so horny that my pajama pants were wet outside of my panties. My nipples were erect and they ached to be touched. It was incredible.




Never Have I Ever Ch. 02



I was still lapping at my mother's asshole when I heard my brother give a stifled groan. I felt, through my mother, as he bucked his hips into her face. And I knew he'd had an orgasm. I could tell that my mother's mouth was filling up with her son's hot cum, sliding between her teeth and the hollow below her tongue. The salty taste, the taste I wanted.  Finally, my brother's cock slid out of my mother's mouth. I pulled my tongue from my mother's asshole.

"Mother, turn and look at me," For a moment she didn't move, I assume she was swallowing her prize, but she turned and looked at me. Her hair was disheveled and she looked dazed, but not unhappy. There was a thin line of spit and cum that ran from her lower lip to her chin. I couldn't control myself; I leaned forward and licked her chin. The cum was hot, salty, and delicious, and I wanted more. I opened my mouth and kissed my mother deeply, driving my tongue into her mouth and tasting her. For a moment she was stunned, but then she put her hand on the side of my face and kissed me back. Mixing the spit and cum with her own ass. For a moment, the kiss was almost sensual and melted into my mother's lips. But there was something else I needed to do, I broke the kiss.

"Sammy," I said, "mom thought you were gay and she was going to send you to a reform camp."

"What..." he started.

"No don't bother with that!" my mother said.

"It seems she thinks you wanted to get fucked in the ass. Why don't you show her how wrong she was, show her that getting fucked in the ass is the lady's job," I said. I looked back at my brother and he blushed but smiled. I saw him put his hands on my mother's hips. I'd made her asshole nice and wet, she was lubed up. Not to mention, my brother's cock was covered in her spit.

"Honey I've never done this before," she said and started to turn, but I grabbed her head.

"But mommy, I want to see it," I said in a baby girl voice, "And I want you to eat my pussy while I watch." I said. Hey, I was the only one who wasn't getting an opportunity to get off. I wanted mine. I quickly slipped off my pajama pants and panties. I sat in front of my mom, my t-shirt on (but no bra) and my cunt staring up at her face.

I saw Sammy behind my mom, I saw him toss her pants and panties to the side. I decided to help too. I reached forward and grabbed my mother's shirt and took it off. My brother reached up her back and unhooked her bra, and I slid it off. Soon my mother was naked. She looked gorgeous. And scared. I think she was just realizing what she had done, and what was left to do.

I decided to wait to make my mom eat my pussy until I saw my brother start to fuck her in the ass. When she was finally naked, he spread her ass cheeks with his hands. I watched as he lined his big dick up with her wet purple asshole. I heard her grunt and almost fall forward as the big, bulbous head of his cock broke through her anus. She moaned loudly, her legs shaking and her hips moving as the cock slowly slid into place. Her face looked pained, but also ravenous.

"Oh fuck Lynn, it hurts so good!" she panted.

"I know mommy," I said. When I saw Sammy was completely inside of our mother, I decided not to wait any longer. I was dripping on Sammy's bed and there were a big spot where I was sitting. I put my hand behind my mother's head and slowly lowered her head down between my legs.

I looked down at her, I saw her big mane of blonde hair and the way it cascaded over my legs. Then I felt the hot warmth of her tongue on my clit and my body went rigid. I moaned loudly and my hand involuntarily flew to my breast, kneading it through my t-shirt and pinching my nipple. While my mother licked I felt the steady rhythm of her body moving into me as my brother fucked her hard with his cock, driving her forward and into my cunt. 

My mother didn't appear to know what she was doing between my legs, but it didn't matter. I was so horny, her actions were so naughty, and everything was just so hot that it felt wonderful. Her tongue rolled over my clit and darted into my pussy. I felt her nose on my pubis and her cheeks on my thighs. I ran my hands through her beautiful hair. Finally, when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, she moved her hands up, slid them under my shirt and began to pinch my nipples and gently stroke my breasts.

The entire time my brother was standing behind her. He looked so strong and not the least bit timid with one leg cocked up, his hair sticking to his face with sweat, as he pounded his cock in and out of our mother's tight purple asshole. I noticed that my brother was fucking my mother at a steady rhythm and that she was licking my pussy to that same rhythm, and I was most surprised to find that I was moaning in tandem with their motions.

My mother came first. I felt her tongue go rigid against my clit and her arms fell from my breasts and wrapped around my waist. I felt the vibrations of the deep moan that she released into my pussy. Her whole body shook and she called out first my brother's name and then, in something I found incredibly sexy, she yelled out my name. I think my brother came next, but we were overlapping one another now. I think that my mother's asshole tightened as she came and I heard my brother grunt and then thrust once more, harder. I knew at that moment, his thick white sperm was filling up our mother's ass, splashing her inside and warming her. These thoughts, and my mother's actions, pushed me over the edge. I grunted (I hate to say that's what I did, but that's what I did) as she lipped down on my clit. And that released me. I didn't even so much feel the orgasm as survive it, my entire body whipped around on its own accord and I fell as swelling sensation all over my body.

In a few minutes we were laying on the bed together, panting. Arms and legs draped all over one another. I was exhausted, but my brother wasn't done yet. He pulled his cock out of my mother's asshole (and she gave a little gasp while she lay on the floor. He got off the bed and walked up towards the top, where I was still laying, playing with my mother's hair while she sort of dozed on my thigh.

"Lynn," he said, "you are incredible," I looked down and saw that his cock was hard again.

"I think you're the one who's incredible," I said and smiled. I moved my mother's head so that she was off my thigh and turned towards my brother and spread my legs. I was sitting on the bed, my legs in the air, and he was standing in front of me. He gently took my ankles in his hands. He started to try to put his dick in my dripping wet cunt, but he was too erect, he could get low enough. He was just about to let go of my ankle and guide his dick in, when a hand reached out and took his cock. I looked over and my mother was smiling at me lazily. She took my brother's cock and slowly guided it against my pussy lips. The same cock that had just been pulled from her tight asshole.

"My beautiful, dirty children," she said, "I can't believe what is happening." But she didn't see shocked, she seemed satisfied. Then, she rested her head on my chest and took my nipple in her mouth, sucking it gently with her tongue. I ran my hand through her hair and looked up at Sammy. He started to push his big cock inside of me and I'd forgotten how big he was. I moaned and my mother patted my shoulder and cooed into my ear. Soon my brother was completely inside of me.

He moved steadily, pushing his cock in and out of me. I tried to hold him in, flexing my muscles inside. The entire time my mother watched us, and played with my breasts and kissed my neck. As the feeling of my brother fucking me grew more and more intense, my mother pulled my head to the side and kissed me passionate. Our lips locked, our tongues running over one another's teeth the feeling was intense. And the whole time, Sammy watched us, fucking harder.

I remember cumming, just barely. The feeling was so intense, and my mother didn't stop kissing me and my brother didn't stop fucking me. It was just a warm blanket of sensation that tore through me, but didn't let me stop feeling all the sensations, or smelling our sex, or tasting my mother and the cum that still lingered in her mouth. 

Finally, my brother came. He started inside of me, I could feel the hot warmth showering my insides and I could feel his cock contracting and expanding inside of me. But then he pulled his cock out of me and big globs of cum arched across my body, splashing against my tits and hitting my mother and me in the face. I giggled and my mother did as well. But soon she was licking me all over, collecting the cum in her mouth. I licked her face, trying to get some for me. My brother was on his knees, panting and exhausted. And my mother kissed me again, and flooded my mouth with my brother's sperm. We passed his load back and forth between us, until it was a giant ball of saliva and cum and then we split it and swallowed it down.

By that time, we were all quite tired. Sammy climbed back into the bed and we pulled the disheveled covers around us. And, very rapidly, we fell asleep. We awoke the next morning when we heard my dad yelling from downstairs, asking if anyone wanted to get up to look at presents. For a minute we stared at each other sheepishly, but then we laughed and ran to our separate areas to get ready for what turned out to be a surprisingly normal Christmas morning.

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If you're hoping that there are a lot more sexy stories from this Christmas Break, I am sorry to disappoint you. We had a normal Christmas, and that night my dad and Sammy went on their annual Christmas hunting trip. Sammy wouldn't be back until after I returned to school. Without Sammy there, my mother and I had the chance to talk (but sorry, we didn't lez out on our own). We talked out what had happened, but didn't come to any definite ideas on what to do. I didn't tell her I'd fucked Sammy before; I decided that was probably not a good idea. Regardless of that, she seemed calmer now. I wonder if her nerves were fried from lack of sex. I was a little nervous about her having sex with Sammy while I was at school (jealous might be the right word) but if I was going to share him with anyone, it would be Mom.

Just before New Year's I returned to school. I was the first of my roommates to make it back to school. Adrienne arrived around three hours after me. She looked absolutely frantic and she threw her stuff into the door then raced to the couch, where I was sitting, and sat down next to me.

"Are we alone," she asked very closely, I looked around.

"We are the only two in the dorm room," I said, wondering what was up. I really hoped this didn't have anything else to do with me and Sammy. I hoped she'd keep her end of the bargain.

"Okay, so remember how you owe me one?" she asked and my stomach turned.

"Yeah..." I said uneasily.

"Okay, well something happened over Christmas break and I want to talk to you about it. And you can't tell anyone. Then we will be even. Okay?" she asked. I felt incredibly nervous.

"Fine," I said, she looked around the room conspiratorially.

"So I was thinking about that dream I had when I was here, you know the one," she said raising her eyebrows, "And when I got home I thought about it a lot. And..." I was terrified now.

"And what?" I asked

"I fucked both of my brothers!" she said suddenly and I couldn't believe it. Then she settled into the couch to tell me the story...

The End of Part 2

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