12 comments/ 77298 views/ 56 favorites Ashley and Her Brother By: kinkyashley07 Panicking, I jumped up from my desk forcing my chair backwards across the carpet narrowly avoiding knocking it over entirely. I pulled my tank top back over my exposed breasts while my stomach did somersaults. My mind was racing with every thought from anger to shame to embarrassment to arousal. Slamming the lid of my laptop down it severed the connection to the chatroom and disabling my webcam. Holy fucking shit! My brother! It was my brother! Was it him this whole time? How did he know? Had he been on my computer? Was it a coincidence? Was it planned? My mind raced even faster than my heart. This couldn't be happening. This was supposed to just be fun. Relieve a little stress from school. Before I had a chance to calm down and compose myself, my phone vibrated and beeped again. "Come here" it lit up brightly in my dimly lit room. The white font was centered all neat and innocent on the screen but the implications made my mind swirl. In a lust-filled daze, I realized I was moving across the floor in silent obedience. Which was worse, letting the question go unanswered, or answered. I tiptoed out of my bedroom and down the narrow hallway the entire time keenly aware of my hard nipples poking through my light pink tank top and the warmth radiating from beneath my pink and white pajama bottoms. Reaching my brothers room I paused wondering if this was even real. I knocked softly, torn between wanting him to answer and a powerful urge to retreat back to the safety of my room. Before I even finished knocking he opened the door and I silently moved inside. Bryan closed the door behind me and returned to his grey desk chair. He sat down staring up at me as I stood in the middle of his room. I could see over his shoulder his computer screen. There it was. The same chatroom that I had been in. My screenname standing out painfully. The words of our conversation filling the chat window. I had been cybering with my own brother. He'd even seen my tits. My cheeks flushed with shame and embarrassment. There was a painful awkward silence in the air, while he just stared at me. A vast silence begging to be broken. I couldn't take it anymore. "How'd you know?" I asked softly. "Your search history actually," he responded coolly. "Remember a couple weeks ago when I borrowed your computer. I admit, I did a little snooping on it and found you frequented that chat site. The rest sort of came together" I couldn't decide between anger and betrayal; shame or embarrassment, so I opted for more awkward silence instead. "How often do you go into those chatrooms Ashley?" Bryan asked innocently enough. But, I stayed quiet. "I'm just wondering," he added. I didn't have the courage to admit how often I frequented the chatrooms. It had become a habit the past few months. Coming home from school and winding down by talking to the dirtiest kinkiest boys I could find before trying to relieve the sexual intention bubbling inside me. I attended an all girls school in Arizona and didn't interact with very many guys much less have a boyfriend so my only sexual outlet was online. "Why did you call me in here, Bryan?" I asked, needing this awkward conversation to be over. "I just wanted to talk in person. That's all," he replied coolly, calmly, trying, I think, to put me at ease. "I guess I want to understand you a bit better. So, little sister, when you chat with guys do you always go into BDSM rooms like that?" The way he said little sister was so jarring given the sexual nature of our conversation. I had turned 18 a few months earlier, and while Bryan was only three years older than me, he still got a kick out of calling me his little sister. I slowly shook my head "no" opting to give in to his questions in the hopes this would end faster and I can retreat back down the hall in shame. "But usually?" I nodded. "You like the idea of being a sexual submissive, Ashley?" That's when I heard it. When he said "Ashley", I could hear the faintest hint of lust punctuating his question. I blushed of course. I couldn't help it and nodded again. I couldn't believe that this was happening. Not just happening, but I was letting it happen. Did I want it to happen? I mean, I of course I thought about it. I looked for guys online that had a thing for their sisters. Talking to them, hearing their lust for their sisters satisfied the desire I had for my brother that I thought would never come to reality. I mean it is after all so incredibly wrong, inappropriate, disgusting even. "Have you ever done it... in real life I mean? Have you ever been submissive for someone?" Even his question caused a tingling between my legs, but I had to reluctantly shake my head no. "And your screenname... you usually pretend to be someone's sister? I nodded for the third time and stared at the floor of his bedroom, avoiding any possible eye contact. I was devastated and humiliated at my terrible secret leaving the safety and anonymity of the internet and entering the real world. And yet it wasn't just anyone. It was him. My brother. The main cast member of my fantasies for as long as I could remember. My handsome adoring brother. Then he asked the million dollar question. "Do you think about me?" he finally asked. His words filled the space between us before my lusty, breathless replytook its place in the air. "Yes," I whispered., That's when things would change. I knew in that moment that things were going to be different. It was out there. He knew it now and there was no way to un-know it. And now he knew it went beyond even that. I pretended I was talking to him in chatrooms. I got off on the idea of incest and submission. I'm a girl that gets wet simply flashing her tits to strangers on my webcam. "Ashley," he instructed, "take off your shirt." With the silence broken my heart returned to my throat, beating furiously. "We can't... I mean... you're my brother... I can't... We shouldn't..." my new thoughts kept interrupting my old ones. He just smiled, "Ashley, you already showed me your pretty little titties not five minutes ago. Hell you showed anybody who happened to be with us in that chatroom. The damage is done, I've already seen them. Now, I want to see them in person." I hesitated, my self-control was weakening. I wanted to show him; to please him; for him to like them. He noticed my hesitation, but pushed just a little bit further. "Plus," he added with an air of confidence, "I'm pretty sure you want to show me. Don't you? Now... take off your shirt Ashley." I obeyed. While Bryan stared at me from his chair, looking confident yet playful, I stood in front of him and began pulling up my t-shirt, exposing first my flat stomach and teasing him with my first hint of skin, before resignedly pulling the shirt up and completely off. There, in my brothers room, I stood bare-breasted. My hard pink nipples betrayed my excitement. They stood at attention, pointed toward my brother. While some might have call my breasts small, they were round, perky and almost filled my B cup bra. I was still mighty proud of them. His reaction was all I could have wanted. He grinned almost sheepishly, staring several moments too long before lifting his eyes back up to meet mine. "They're even better in person, Ash." I returned his smile before he added, "come here." Walking toward him I knew what was coming next. His hands reached forward and drew me toward him until I was standing between his legs while he stayed seated. He got an awkward closeup view of my soft breasts. His hands slid up my back making me shudder before they found their way to my chest, cupping them in his hands. It was heavenly. He was gentle but firm. He cupped my breasts in his hands before letting his hands explore me more. It made my knees week. Something as simple as this, but it was happening. My brothers hands on me, being in his room, in the middle of the day, in this empty house, our parents probably on their way home from work at this very moment. It was insane and so deeply erotic. His hands continued exploring my body before reaching around and grabbing each of my butt cheeks through the thin fabric of my pajamas. He massaged my ass for a moment a soft moan escaping his lips before his hands found their way to my waistband. My hands met his and I stopped him. I took a step back. He looked confused and looked up at me. This was a new line we were about to cross. Yeah he'd seen my tits in the chatroom, but that was it. This was new territory. Plus, most sisters didn't go around showing their pussies to their older brothers. I had that internal dialogue for only a moment before he said, "show me." I wasn't sure if it was a question or an order, but I gave in, knowing it was inevitable. No harm in looking I supposed. So I complied. Hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my pajamas I pulled them over my hips and then just let them drop in a heap to the floor. Abracadabra. It was like a magic trick. One minute I was covered maintaining what little was left of my modesty, the next minute... exposed. There I was, naked in front of my big brother. The best part was he literally gasped in excitement. Mostly, I think he was just surprised, but I wasn't sure if it was because he liked what he saw, or if it was because I went without panties underneath my pajamas and - like in the old 90s rap song - "Whoomp, there it is!" "Oh Ash... you're... you're so smooth." I got my answer. He stared at my hairless pussy, my little inner pink pussy lips barely poking out my outer labia. "You like?" I asked, looking down at him admiring me, stating what was clearly the obvious, but needing reassurance all the same. "It's perfect." His hand reached for me and I stepped closer to him again spreading my legs a bit further in the process, giving him access to my privatest parts. His fingertip stroked the length of my slit and I had no idea what people meant when they talk about feeling a sexual shock of electricity until that moment. I moaned softly. "You're so wet," he exclaimed clearly enjoying the feel of his little sisters damp slit. I just smiled, revelling in his touch. His hands danced across my pussy some more, then returned to my now naked ass where he groped and molested admittedly a little harder than in my fantasies, but still felt great. Giving access to my body like this, feeling his hands rubbing my smooth skin was an oddly dirty feeling. Nevertheless, when his fingers returned to my pussy I knew he wanted to feel inside and gave him the access he needed. It felt wonderful. Not only were his fingers thicker than mine, but they were more explorative feeling around inside my tight hole. I wrapped my arms around his neck for support while he slowly fingered my sopping wet slit. "Oh... Bryan..." I moaned, loving that his fingers were finally inside me. I was so wet I could actually hear his fingers squishing in and out of me. The smell of my excited pussy floated on the air. As I was really starting to enjoy my finger fucking, my blood ran cold when I heard it. In fact, we both heard it at the same time because his fingers froze inside of me.The garage door motor roared to life downstairs. Then in a maelstrom of activity our moment together was over. Bryan's finger slid quickly out of my pussy. I spun around trying to find my t-shirt which I had apparently tossed on the bed, and my pajama bottoms still crumpled in a heap on the floor. I grabbed both, and darted for the door still stark naked in a mad race, trying to beat whichever parent just got home. Once I was safely back in my room, I dressed quickly having to futz way too long with getting my shirt right side in again. But finally, I was dressed and my heart rate was returning to something this side of tachycardia. My body was still so sexually charged and my lust hadn't satiated. I heard my moms voice downstairs and took a few calming breaths before I headed down to greet her like I usually do when she comes home from work. I tried acting normal, secretly knowing I'd never be normal again. The evening went by rather uneventfully, especially compared with my afternoon. I recounted tales of school with mom. Bryan spent much of the evening still in his room which fortunately wasn't that uncommon an occurrence. Dad came home about 20 or 30 minutes later, but by then I had already eaten a boring dinner of leftover pepperoni pizza and had opted for vegetating on the couch waiting to go to bed. And by go to bed, I mean finish myself off so my brain wasn't so consumed with thoughts like what would have happened if mom hadn't come home then? What would have happened with Bryan? What did I want to happen with Bryan? What did it mean? On and on and on my brain dissected every moment of our conversation, while my pussy remained damp between my thighs and begging for release. Around 9:30 that night, my phone vibrated next to me on the couch. Another text message. It was from Bryan and said simply, "I can still smell you on my fingers." How vulgar. I groaned audibly, a bit too loud and my mother looked at me asking if I was alright. I tried coming up with an excuse. But with it being Friday night, I couldn't use my usual excuse of homework or studying. I groaned again, more of a frustration noise, than a lust-filled one and made some excuse about having a headache. I kept it vague and quickly headed to bed. I had barely closed my door before I was pushing down my pajamas once again stepping out of them as I marched toward my bed. The thought occurred to me on the way that I spent quite a bit of today at least partially naked. I liked it. I left my shirt on in the unlikely event someone may, potentially, disturb me. I slid beneath my baby blue cotton sheets and stretched out on my queen bed naked from the waist down. Within milliseconds my hand was between my legs. Even before reaching my pussy I could feel the heat coming off it it. I cupped it with one hand while I let the other play across my breasts. My nipples strained to be touched, so I did, pulling on them a little before gently twisting them. I couldn't help but shudder at my touch. But, I needed more. I needed Bryan. Oh my god, his hands felt good on me. How I wanted him to touch me for so long. I slid a finger inside myself and quickly added a second. I was so wet they slid in easily, but not as nice as Bryan's.. One hand played inside me while the other found its way to my clit. Oh fuck, I needed this. My reality reduced down to just my pussy as I was desperate to cum. Fuck yes. He wanted me. My brother wanted me. He clearly enjoyed touching me. Did I turn him on? Did I make him hard? Oh god, was he in his room jerking off thinking of me? What did his cock look like? What did it feel like? What did it taste like? Fuck. My mind continued to wander as I fingered myself like a woman possessed. It was uncomfortably warm under the covers, the heat of my cunt creating a mini furnace beneath the cotton sheets so I kicked them down to the foot of the bed no longer caring if anyone did disturb me and focused on the amazing, growing feeling between my legs. I spread my legs even wider opening myself like a slutty porn star. I brought my finger to my nose like Bryan must have done. I wondered if we were both smelling our dirty fingers at the same time. Did my scent turn him on? Did he taste me on his finger? Did he want to lick my pussy? Oh god, what if he ate me out? I was getting ahead of myself and chastised myself because of it. Who knows what, if anything, would happen. I tried to downplay expectations. My fingers danced across my clit and pounded away at my horny opening. My orgasm was close. Granted, it was close since I first took off my shirt letting him stare at me. I tried to suppress my moans of pleasure not wanting to get caught and adding to my humiliation, but it was hard given how close I was. My mind recounted that he was the one that told me to come to him, to strip for him. I just let him. Maybe he thought about me like I thought of him. Maybe he wanted me. Even though it was so wrong, so dirty. Maybe he lusted after his little sister like I lusted for him. That thought alone made my heart soar. I realized I wanted to give him anything he wanted. Anything. It was that thought that sent me over the edge. I came hard, feeling my pussy contract on my fingers. My back arched lifting my ass off the bed. "Oh fuck! Yessss... Bryannnnn!" I half whispered, half groaned into the darkness of my bedroom. My orgasm rolled through me in wave after wave of pleasure. I was actually humping my hand as I came and all too soon it was over. Reality returned and I relaxed back on my bed, pulling my sheets up and covering my nakedness. Spent, I brought the two slippery fingers that has been inside me to my mouth tasting my cum and wondering if Bryan will taste me someday soon. Could my fantasies actually be coming true? Is this the beginning of something? Will he claim me as more than just his sister? My questions kept circling around my thoughts even as I drifted into a sound, heavy, satisfied sleep. Ashley and Her Brother Ch. 02 The next morning I awoke slowly. I was glad it was Saturday and didn't have to deal with school on top of the stress of last night. I was finishing up my senior year of high school in and the senioritis was becoming overwhelming. Taking advantage of the weekend, I wasn't in a hurry to actually get up. I'd wake for a bit toss and turn in bed then end up drifting back asleep even as the sun pierced through the blinds of my bedroom. It wasn't until the third or fourth time of waking that the urge to relieve myself overtook my urge to sleep in. As I rose I it dawned on me the implication of why I was naked from the waist down, and that realization brought back the rush of memories from last night. I scurried into the bathroom still bottomless. After relieving myself of a surprising amount of pee I returned to my bedroom to find the pajamas I had worn last night. They were still a heap on the floor of my bedroom near the door where I discarded them. Foregoing panties, I pulled on my pjs and headed downstairs wondering if Bryan was even going to acknowledge what happened yesterday or if it would fade away as a one-time thing. I was too sleepy to do my usual overanalysis of my life and just wanted to get some breakfast. I didn't have to wait long to figure out which of the two paths I was in store for. It being almost 10:00 in the morning, my whole family was already up. Dad was in the living room watching something on television. Mom fluttered around the house clearly searching for something, but ignored me for the most part. I stood at the counter by the fridge pouring the last of the milk into my cereal as Bryan entered the kitchen. As he passed me his hand swept across my ass somewhere between a caress and a grope. It was too slow and methodical to be an accident but also too quick and smooth to look like anything weird happened. Turning quickly to face him my eyes were alive with panic and fear. Didn't he realize that our parents were not only home but, like right here? Hell, dad was sitting on the couch not 10 feet away since our kitchen actually opened up to the family room. Had he even been glancing in our direction he would have watched his son feel up his daughter's ass in broad daylight. Too risky! He met my eyes, smiled, and kept walking. My head then turned to the living to see if we had been caught. But, nope, nothing. Dad's attention was glued to the ever so riveting sport of golf. I calmed a bit and brought my cereal and a glass of orange juice to the living room sitting in one of the two chairs that bookend the couch my dad sat on. After I finished my cereal, I tried watching golf with dad but eventually begged him to watch something else. He turned on some old rerun of a TV show. One of those weekend marathons that tend to dominate cable television lately. Nonetheless it was better. We watched in a mix of silence and the occasional small talk. About halfway through the episode Bryan joined us, sitting in the chair opposite me. During the next commercial Dad got up and left the living room. He wasn't gone more than 5 seconds before Bryan looked directly at me and silently mouthed something unintelligible. I could guess what it was but didn't actually understand him. My hesitation made him pantomime lifting up his shirt. Fuck. "Show me your tits," he mouthed more clearly this time. I shook my head no my eyes wide pleading with him not to make me do that. Dad could be back any second. Plus, who knew where mom was fluttering about. It was one thing fooling around harmlessly in his room when no one was home, but this wasn't worth it. I shook my head no again. He looked me square in the eye and whispered, "Do it." My defensiveness waned. Well, we were alone - at least for the moment. I was torn between my terror of getting caught and my desire to give in, give Bryan what he wanted and show him like I did yesterday. Honestly, part of me may even been a little flattered that he wanted to see me more. I know it's not a shocking leap to guess what happened. I peered into the kitchen, peered down the hall, ears straining to hear the sound of footsteps. Coast was clear. Quickly, I lifted my shirt flashing my bare breasts to him for the second time in as many days. My cheeks flushed and heart raced. The wrongness and dirtiness of it disgusting me and turning me on at the same time. He smiled eyes glued to my soft perky breasts. What girl doesn't love that feeling? That feeling of being attractive, turning someone one, pleasing. Incredible. The rest of that weekend was a blur. We all came and went at different times but it seemed whenever both Bryan and I were home, I was the focus of his attention. He did a surprising job of playing cool. Much cooler than I felt. If we had a few seconds alone in a room he'd take advantage of it by sometimes making me flash him again. Usually that was just lifting my shirt and showing him my tits but once I surprised him and even myself a little when I turned around, bent over and pulled down my pjs flashing myself lewdly. He liked that with a grin that lasted well after I hid away my modesty. Other times, when we passed in the hall his hand would play across me. Not for long, but enough to keep me in a constant state of horny arousal. He clearly didn't want to get caught either and he seemed to know when he only had a millisecond to caress my ass or a few seconds to cup my tits in his hands. Once, we passed each other in the hallway and he confidently pushed me against the wall, my legs spread as he boldly slid his hand down the front of my cotton pajamas and cupped my bald, pantyless mound in his strong hand. I shuddered. It was like he was claiming my pussy as his, holding my most private part. I loved it. His fingertips slid across my folds before he reached my clit turning me on all the more before retreating. It was a game... a tease... fleeting seconds throughout the course of the entire weekend. I loved his hands on me. Loved that he wanted me. That he touched me. I even loved the risk of him doing it when they were home. It was just to keep us turned on. And I knew it turned him on too. I started paying more attention to his crotch noticing his erection. I started reaching for his cock sometimes too when we had a moment, touching him through his pant. Sometimes it was soft, but most of the time I could feel his thickness even through his pants. Once, I was coming out of the living room and he pressed me against the wall, his pants covered cock pressing against my ass. "Can you feel how hard you make me Ashley," he whispered in my ear. It took everything in my power not to pull his cock out right then and there and please him. We had barely done anything, hell I hadn't even seen it, but already I loved his cock. I wanted to see it. To touch it. To taste it. To pleasure it. I pictured it in my mind often that weekend wondering when I'd get my chance. Every once in a while I'd reflect on how surreal the whole thing was. Here I was daydreaming about my brother's cock. Knowing that it was me, his little sister that made him hard and horny. Unfortunately, Monday came all too soon and it was a pretty uneventful weekend save for a few arousing highlights. With Monday came dread. I didn't want to go back to school and leaving Bryan to go to school made it all the less desirable. Bryan had been way more fun than anything that could possibly happen at school. Nevertheless, part of me at least was still a good girl trying to do the right thing so off to school I went, dressed in a another matching dark polo shirt with my schools insignia on the left breasts along with the ever too trite plaid skirt. The day went by agonizingly slow even though I got on A on my AP Calculus test and totally nailed my government presentation. As the day crept closer to 3:30 I began getting more and more excited. What was going to happen when I got home? I knew the parents were gone at least until around 5 or 5:30. Bryan would be home. Would he be waiting for me? He only had one class on Mondays down at the community college. I hoped he was looking forward to playing and touching as I was. The thoughts alone made my pussy tingle and I had to consciously prevent myself from speeding home at the end of the day. My brother's hands on me? Hot. Speeding ticket on my way to see him? Not hot. As soon as I pulled into the driveway, my phone vibrated in my hand. I peered at the screen somewhat annoyed that it was interrupting what was waiting for me behind the door, but my heart skipped a beat when I saw those two familiar words stand out on the center of the screen: "Come Here." Shit was about to go down. My brother was clearly waiting for me to get home for him to text as soon as I appeared. I became giddy with excitement or lust or whatever you want to call it. I ran inside the house threw my purse down on the entry table before quickly running up the flight of stairs to the second floor. I stood outside his bedroom for an extra moment waiting for my heart rate to go back down. It didn't. I knocked on his door and then there he was. One second I was standing outside his door the next I was in his room the door closed quickly shut behind me. Before I even knew what was happening I felt his hands in my hair pulling me to him and then, oh fuck, then he was kissing me. He was an indescribable mix of gentle and rough. Maybe rough wasn't the right word, needy, perhaps. It was years of sexual frustration and desire pouring out as we made out. I relaxed, sinking into our kiss as our lips opened and tongues danced together for the very first time. I wrapped my arms around him holding him as he held me. Oh my god, it was finally happening. My brothers soft lips, his tongue. He pressed himself against me and I could feel his erection already straining against his blue jeans. His hands went down my back and held my ass as we stood there barely a foot from his now closed door. I would have done anything for him in that moment. Our kiss softly faded into him softly kissing my lips then my cheek then my neck. "Oh... Ashley... you have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," he cooed in my ear. "Me too," I replied breathlessly. "Forever." "You made me so fucking horny this weekend," he confessed, "I must have jacked off like a dozen times." I laughed and looked at him. The thought of him jerking off a dozen times was both comical and arousing. Furiously stroking his cock thinking of me. Poor guy was probably sore from all that attention but of course the comment still flattered. I started rubbing his cock through his pants feeling it twitch in response. "I wanna see it..." I whispered. "Yeah?" "Hey, you've already seen me naked. You don't think I want to see you, touch you, as well?" That last comment made me blush at my own forthrightness and I had to look away. He took me by the hand and pulled me back with him towards his bed. He sat down on the edge of it again, like last time. "Kneel down," he instructed. And I did. Fuck, just him telling me to kneel was hot. The ultimate taboo, right? Kneeling before your brother, his cock moments away from being unveiled. Still in my school uniform I knelt on the floor beside my brother's bed looking up at him with anticipation and lust. "Take off your shirt for me." I complied, peeling my shirt off the polo and revealing the simple purple and black Victoria Secret bra that contained my breasts. Without needing to be asked I unhooked it and let it fall away. He sighed loudly. "You have the best fucking tits, Ashley." He leaned down and played with them in his hands while I grinned up at him. He didn't play long, but just long enough to make them hard enough to pinch, which he took glee in doing, causing me to squirm. "They're perfect." Then he leaned back on the bed, his feet square on the floor, his hands behind him, propping himself up. "If you want to see it so bad, take it out." He grinned down at me, teasing me, clearly waiting for me take the next step and unveil his erection. My hands trembled as they reached for his pants. I had seen cocks in porn certainly, but this was about to be my first real life cock. I slowly pulled down his zipper and struggled for a couple seconds undoing the button of his jeans. For the record, it's oddly difficult unbuttoning pants backwards on someone else. Unbuttoning his pants revealed a pair of grey boxer shorts. He lifted his butt up letting me pull his jeans down to the floor bunching at his ankles. Every few seconds I could see his cock twitch behind the thin cotton fabric. I don't think I've ever been as turned on in my entire life as I was in that moment. Warmth radiated from his crotch. I was about to feel my first cock, and not only that, it was Bryan's. My hands rubbed him through the fabric. I reached for the elastic band and gingerly pulled it up and away letting his cock spring free. Just the sight of it made me suck in my breath. I pulled his boxer briefs down to join his pants on the floor and took a moment just to admire my brother. He had a delicious looking penis. I say delicious in that my mouth literally watered at the sight of him. The skin already pulled taught with the strength of his erection. It stared at me. All 7 inches of his beautiful cock. I knew he was circumcised from when I saw him as children, but he had certainly grown since then. He was no pornstar mind you. It wasn't comically big like you find in porn all too often, but I did have a fleeting though of concern for how that thing would ever fit inside me. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and felt the intense heat emanating from him. It felt weighty in my hand. As I touched him for the first time he moaned and his eyes fluttered. I started stroking him slowly, taking my time, enjoying the view from my knees of his hardness. "Oh Ash... that feels so good. I love your hands on me." I started stroking him a little firmer. One hand wrapped around his cock the other gently exploring his balls. They looked so big, and full of cum. How could his balls be so full if he had cum so many times this weekend, I wondered to myself. "Suck it," he urged. Was it a question or a statement? I didn't much care. I wanted to suck him. My nerves got the best of me and I hesitated until he urged further, "go on Ash, suck your brother's cock." I kissed the head of his cock softly. Then, stuck out my tongue and licked the underside of his shaft while holding it in my hand. He seemed to like that as his cock throbbed even more. His cock tasted good, manly, and a little salty. I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and pulled it into my mouth. "Mmmm..." I breathed onto his cock. He did taste good. Granted, I had nothing to compare it to, but we both seemed to be enjoying my first blowjob. I started bobbing my head on his cock like I had seen in porn. I wasn't quite sure what I was doing, but he didn't seem to be complaining. In fact, as I blew him his comments were getting dirtier. "Fuck yeah Ash, you're such a good little cocksucker aren't you..... Oh fuck... good girl.... That's right. Keep on sucking your big brother's dick..... Mmmmm fuck..... Good girl...... You like that don't you.... You like my hard cock don't you baby sis... Mmmm.... who would have guessed my little sister would be so good at sucking dick.... dirty fucking girl.... getting wet for your brother's cock.... aren't you...." I moaned, nodded or made eye contact when I could, but mostly I was turning into an incestuous cock sucker. I knew my panties were being soiled by my soaking wet, creamy pussy and I let one hand explore myself under my skirt, while the other stayed wrapped around Bryan. Through my panties, my fingers rubbed my clit and played my wet slit. All the while I tried taking more of him into my mouth, even trying to get it down my throat. I knew how much boys liked that and thought I'd at least try, choking a bit in the process. "Oh baby sis... I'm going to fucking cum... Don't stop... Yes... Fuck... Yeah... " I felt his hands in my hair, then they were holding my head. He started pulling me deeper onto his cock making me gasp and choke but it worked. And though my eyes watered and I worried about breathing, he did finally get balls-deep down my throat. Before I knew it, he was using my mouth to pleasure himself, forcing me on and off his hard cock. My mind had a fleeting thought that this is the difference between a blowjob and face fucking. I loved when he took control, then I knew it was exactly how he liked it. Being used by him also let me play with needy pussy as my orgasm was fast approaching. But first I felt him, his cock twitched and expanded and he pulled my mouth off of him. "Open wide," he gasped. I opened my mouth as wide as I could just as the first streak of his warm, thick, salty cum crossed my tongue and hit me in the back of the throat. That did it, my orgasm exploded from within me rolling in powerful crashing waves through my body. Trying to keep my mouth open for him, the second pulse successfully joined the first in my mouth, the smell and taste of my brother's semen overwhelmed my senses. But, my own pleasure had me writhing on my knees and I was moving too much to be able to catch the rest in my mouth. The next squirt of his warm cum hit me right in the face, the last couple of smaller squirts fell onto my exposed tits. His orgasm subsided first, the sluttiness of it all only adding to my pleasure. I was covered in his sticky white cum, marked by him. I was finally his and it made me so fucking happy. After he covered me in his cum for the first time, I knew would do anything for more. I was becoming addicted to our secret dirty life. In fact, while I was still kneeling on the floor cleaning his cum off my face, he told me that we couldn't stop, he loved it too much, loved me too much, needed this too much and I was going to make myself available to him whenever he wanted. The idea made my heart skip and pussy tingle. "I love you Ashley, so much, but you made me need you too. I need that beautiful sexy body of yours. I couldn't go back to how things were, not with you just down the hall," he said sweetly even while I was still kneeling before him. He continued with, "You are to come whenever I call, and I'm going to touch you whenever and wherever I want, do you understand?" I couldn't help but nod. But, I kinda thought that was already what was happening with him feeling me up in the hall or making me flashing him, but it dawned on me we were only just beginning this new kind of relationship. "Do you want to be mine Ashley? All mine? More than just my sister?" "Yes..." I whispered. "Yes," I added more confidently. "I've wanted this for so long; I want to be yours Bryan." He smiled at me and it was one of the most loving silent exchanges we ever had. We were moving past brother and sister. "Good, but there are going to be some rules I expect you to follow. First, like I said you are to give yourself to me anytime, anywhere... your whole body will be mine to play with. Second, you are no longer allowed to wear panties while you're at home. I'll let you keep them on at school and when you're out with your friends, but when you're in the house, I want easy access to that beautiful pussy of yours." I was fine with Rule #1, I loved having his hands on me, so that was no problem. Plus, he seemed to keep in mind that neither one of us wanted to be caught so I trusted him. But, Rule #2 was scarier for some reason. Even the thought of it made me a little self-conscious. I mean, I usually could just sprawl out on the couch, or put my feet up on the coffee table, even in a skirt and not really worry too much about it. But now, I'd have to make sure my parents never noticed that I was going commando under my schoolgirl uniform, otherwise it could end it catastrophe.