8 comments/ 158805 views/ 37 favorites Brother Comes Home By: youngandbritish Matt was looking forward to getting home from University. Not so much to see his parents, but because he had missed his sister more than he had ever expected. He also knew that this would be their last summer at home together. His sister, Amy, was due to head off to University herself that autumn, and their parents had every intention of selling the house to downsize. For that reason, Matt made plans to get home as soon as the semester was over, despite knowing that his parents would be away in Europe until at least the second week of the holiday. Matt was just 19, finishing his first year at Kings in London. He was studying medicine, but his idea of studying involved as little bookwork as possible. He spent much more of his time in the bars and clubs of the city, or staying at the halls of friends - particularly the younger women new to the city on his course. Cities were nothing new to him, having grown up with his family in Brighton. It was there that Amy was just finishing her college course as the summer began. As soon as he walked through the door Amy came running from the kitchen, leaping at him like an eager puppy as she jumped up, hugging him, and placing a firm kiss on his cheek. "You're home... at last," she cried, thrilled to see her brother again. "Looks like it, sis," replied Matt, equally keen to be back in the heart of the family. For him, family had always meant Amy above all else. They'd grown up together, cared for more by au pairs and stay-in nannies than by either of their parents. For a while, the two shared their stories, but as the evening drew in, Matt prepared for his first night's rest back at home. Amy followed him upstairs, and they parted on the landing - Matt into his room, Amy into her - with a peck on the cheek. It didn't take long, though, for Matt to re-emerge. "Amy?" he called out from his doorway. Amy appeared at the door to her own room. "What?" "Who's been in my room? Has someone been staying here?" Matt's eyebrows rose as he spoke. "Er... no-one," blustered Amy, "only Mum goes in to hoover every now and then." Her eyes widened. "Haha... just checking," came Matt's response. He laughed at the look on his sister's face. "I just wanted to check you hadn't been hiring it out for girlfriends... or worse, boyfriends!" "Very funny!" Quietly Amy turned and pushed her door to behind her. As the door closed, Amy breathed a sigh of relief. She had been into her brother's room several times, but she had always been careful to leave no evidence of her presence. Or at least, as little evidence as she could. The moment of panic over, she set about preparing herself for bed. She placed her pyjama shorts and camisole top out neatly on the bed before sliding her woollen sweater up over her head. As she stood, she glanced at the mirror, pleased with her soft pale-skinned 34b chest, but still concerned at the first signs of extra weight around her waist. She had always been slim, but these last few months she'd not been to the gym as often as she used to, and it was slowly starting to show. She was still barely average weight, but she knew that she needed to get back into some sort of fitness regime soon, or she would start piling on pounds. Staring in the mirror, Amy once more heard the click of Matt's door, swiftly followed by his call once again. This time, though, it sounded a little more sinister. "Amy?" the voice bounced towards her, before a rapid knocking on her bedroom door told her that Matt had found something more. "Amy?" Another knock. "What now?" she replied, trying to sound as relaxed as possible under the circumstances. Without warning the door opened, and Matt stepped in, showing no sign that he had even noticed her state of undress. "I thought you said no-one had been in my room?" he enquired, this time with something of a wry grin upon his face. "They haven't." Amy retorted, perhaps a little too firmly. "Is that so?" Matt began, "So... nobody use my room during or after a party?" "No." "And nobody stayed over at all? Ever?" "No." "And you didn't borrow anything?" Amy could feel herself reddening as she desperately tried to remain calm. "No, I haven't got any of your stuff," she claimed, all the time sounding less confident in her own remarks. "That's funny," Matt smiled, "because I would never have left these wrapped up." As he spoke, from behind his back Matt drew a box of condoms. Instantly Amy recognised her error. In her rush to replace the condoms she had used in his absence, she had forgotten to remove the plastic seal from the box she placed in his room. It had taken her such courage to purchase them in the first place, let alone to smuggle them into the house, that the thought of removing the seal had never crossed her mind. Before she could find the words, Matt came to her rescue. "Hey... don't panic." The look on his face changed instantly, from the grin, to compassion. Only then did Amy realise that her own face was a picture of fear. The news echoed around her mind as she desperately sought an explanation for her behaviour, realising there was none. Matt stepped forward, and put his hand gently on her bare shoulder, his finger brushing against the strap of her bra. "Amy, it's okay. It's not a crime." His calming voice was a relief, but it did nothing to stop Amy's racing heart. "I'm so sorry," she began, almost choking on her own words as she struggled to overcome the panic. "I just..." "Sis, sis... it's okay. If you'd have asked I'd have said it was fine... you didn't even have to replace them. Look, think of it from my point of view. I knew my little sis would be having sex one day. At least now I know she's doing it sensibly." Matt's words of reassurance were lost as Amy's lip began to tremble and tears flowed over her cheeks. Almost subconsciously, troubled to see his sister so upset, he drew her towards him, nestling her face into his shoulder as he wrapped his hands around her back, feeling the cold fear on her skin, as he did so. As he hugged her close to him, thoughts raced through each of their minds. Matt dreaded the prospect of what had caused this sudden outburst. Had his sister regretted what she'd done? Or worse, had she had no choice? Had someone taken advantage of her? All the while she clung to him, ashamed of the truth about the condoms. "Amy?" he began, tentatively, "did something bad happen? Are you okay?" His arms still firmly wrapped round her, protecting her, he talked quietly and calmly, attempting to reassure her. "Do you want to talk about it?" Slowly Amy pulled away from his grasp, her tear-stained face before him. She shook her head, and pecked him lightly on the cheek. "Can we not?" she asked, almost pleading. For a moment, Matt stared at her, before replying in a whisper, "Okay." Gently, he released her from his grasp, stepped back towards the door and closed it behind him, before returning to his own room. As he re-entered his room, Matt reached for his own pyjamas from his drawer and began to change. Neatly piling his jeans and sweater on the chair, his boxers into the basket in the corner of the room, his slid on his shorts and t-shirt before sitting down on the bed. Thoughts raced through his head about what might have occurred with his sister. Terrible possibilities crossed his mind about what might have happened. And almost instantly, he felt guilty for leaving the condoms at home in the first place. Was he to blame for whatever had gone on? Meanwhile, Amy stood in front of the mirror once more. She wiped the last tear from her cheek before slipping her jeans off, throwing them to the floor at the side of the room. She glanced across at her body in the mirror as she stood in her underwear. Again a tear welled in her eye, before she slumped down onto her bed, and lay, on her side, her knees wrapped up to her chest. More tears came. Then, another knock at the door. "Amy, can I come in?" She heard his voice outside the door, but couldn't find her own to reply. Slowly the door creaked open, and moments later she sensed him sitting on the bed behind her. "Amy... I'm sorry... is everything okay with you? What happened?" Amy lay, almost frozen in her position on the bed. She had no words with which to answer. "Amy?" again her brother's voice came. She stirred on the bed, as if to find the words, but still none came. Matt knew he had to be frank. "Amy... has someone hurt you?" In an instant, things changed. The panic on Amy's face fell for a moment as she realised what was in Matt's mind. Almost involuntarily she let out her first noise of the conversation. It wasn't quite a response, but it served as one, as she sniggered. Confused now, Matt glanced down at her. "What is it?" he enquired. She looked up, her red blotchy eyes smiling at him now. "Thank you." Came her only response. "For what," came the confused reaction from her brother. "For caring," she explained, "for protecting me, and...," she paused, "for thinking that about me." "I don't understand... what's happened?" Matt asked once again. "Has someone upset you? Or hurt you?" Without responding, Amy sat up beside Matt. For the first time, he noticed that she was wearing only a bra and small white panties. And almost instantly he admonished himself for the thoughts that crossed his mind. Here was his sister, perhaps about to tell him of the most traumatic experience of her life and the thought that had crossed his mind was... well, impure at best. Gently she pecked him on the cheek once more before rising to her feet. She walked a couple of steps across the floor to her chest of drawers before opening the top drawer, she put her hand inside, before turning back to Matt. "Did you think that someone had used your condoms to attack me?" she queried, half smiling as she did so. "Well..." Matt replied, still concerned to know the truth about his sister. "The only person who's used those condoms is me, Matt." As she spoke, she gently raised her hand from the drawer, this time drawing with it a thick blue rubberised dildo, about 6 inches in length. As she drew back her hand, a rosy blush came to her cheeks, as did a small smile, almost of self-pity. For a moment, Matt started unable to respond. Then, finally he spoke. "I thought..." "I know. But you don't have to worry. Nobody's forced me to do anything. Nobody's even asked me in fact." Amy gave a small chuckle at that thought. "The only person who has been wearing condoms in my room... is this." With that, she placed the dildo down on the counter top, and pushed shut the drawer. "But...," the confusion in Matt's voice was still clear. "What? What don't you get, Matt? I know it's sad, but... well, I did it, okay? I just wanted to know what it felt like. And I know I shouldn't have taken them, but... look, I'm really sorry." "Hey, hey," Matt rose from the bed, again placing his hands on each of Amy's shoulders, "Don't apologise. I'm relieved, really. You can have as many condoms as you like Amy." Once more, he drew her towards him, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her in close. Instantly, his mind reassured about the worst of prospects, he remember once more of the state of undress in which his young sister stood. Holding her in his grasp, his mind wandered again to the thought of her standing with him in only her bra and panties as he felt his own warm palms against her cool skin. "Just one thing, Amy," he said as he drew back slightly from her, moving her face into view, "I don't think you can get pregnant with one of those," he smiled, glancing across at the dildo on the table-top. "Haha, very funny," Amy retorted, pulling back again from her brother's embrace. Again Matt glanced across at his sister, admiring her smooth figure, and the softness of the skin of her breasts as they stood before him, tightly held into her white bra. This time she too admired the figure of the man stood in front of her. She knew the person well, but suddenly she realised that the body was different. He seemed slightly firmer now, leaner somehow, yet more full. "Well," Amy smiled, "at least now you know your little baby sister is still pure." "Pure?" came the shocked reply. "Pure? Ha! I don't think this counts as pure!" Matt grinned at her as he grabbed the dildo from the side, waving it teasing in front of her. "Stop it!" She stole it back from him. "Anyway, it's not like you haven't used any 'self-service' methods. I used to live with you remember?" "What's that supposed to mean?" Matt said. "Haha... what do you think, Mr I'm-in-love-with-Britney-Spears?" Memories came flooding back into Matt's mind. He could well recall the number of times he'd take himself quietly to his room to watch one of his Britney DVDs, and the result was almost always the same. So many times he'd fantasised about being with his popstar idol, and most of those times resulted in the use of copious amounts of Kleenex to clean up afterwards. "Well, I guess we've both grown up a lot since then," Matt pondered, partly remembering happy memories of bedroom wanking with his latest video. "Haha, yeah right... I bet you still do it," came Amy's quick reply. With a raised eyebrow, Matt too was quick to respond. Holding up the dildo between them, he spoke with confidence "And so, it appears, do you, little sister." A smile appeared across his face. "What about this... ever tried this?" Matt moved the dildo to his own crotch, holding it out as if presenting his own cock for pleasure. "Stop it!" Amy shrieked, clearly embarrassed by his actions. "You have, haven't you? You've pretended to suck guys off with this, haven't you?" Matt's voice sounded almost gleeful at embarrassing his sister in this way. But the response he got was not what he expected. "Yes! Yes I have, okay, and I reckon I'd be pretty good at it, thank you very much!" For a moment, the two of them paused, shocked at realising the threshold they had crossed. Each tried to work out whether to back-track, or to succumb to the urges that were pushing them forward with their banter. "Go on then," Matt challenged Amy. Nodding down at the dildo resting against his shorts, he encouraged her to demonstrate her new skills. "No!" came the quick retort. "Haha, not so confident now, are you?" Matt replied, willing her to take to the floor beneath him. "Fine... but if you get jealous, don't blame me," Amy responded. And with barely a moment's pause Matt watched as she lowered herself to her knees before him, and guided her hand towards the dildo he held out in front of him. Almost instantly her approach seemed to change. Before she had been his playful younger sister, sharing the laugh with him, but without a hint of sexuality in her. Not that altered as the glint in her eye seemed to tease him as she moved her mouth towards the head of the dildo. He stood, awestruck, as he watched her flick back her soft blonde hair as she let her tongue reach for the tip of the dildo. As her wet tongue touched the end of the rubber cock, he felt a pang of pleasure in his own shorts as he imagined it was him feeling the soft touch of her. He started down in amazement as she left her left hand slip gently along the girth of the toy, her lips now gently wrapping around the thick helmet. Again he sensed his own cock burgeoning as the excitement of what he saw began to overcome him. For a moment he hoped to keep his own sensations under control, to maintain the appearance of observer in this little game, but once more Amy surprised him with her actions. As her mouth slipped along the shaft of the dildo, her hand pushed back along its length until eventually he felt the side of her palm pressing lightly against his shorts. Each movement of her hand pressed slightly more against his growing cock, and each time he seemed uncontrollably to respond, with his cock pushing back against her. Unable to control his thoughts, Matt closed his eyes, desperately willing that his sister didn't recognise his emerging erection, still unsure of whether her hand actions were deliberate or inadvertent. But it didn't take long for him to know the truth. Just as before, her hand moved a little further. Almost unnoticeably at first, but then, something different. This time the fingers of her hand seemed to cup him just slightly, as if to explore for his balls. Her head moving more quickly now along the dildo shaft in front of him, her hands reached gently beneath him, exploring, and once more encouraging his cock to force its way forward, reaching out for her. Then, without warning, it stopped. As suddenly as the whole experiment had begun, Amy pulled away, moving her hand, and standing up in front of him with a smile. "See... not bad, eh?" came her smiling suggestion. "Not bad at all, sis," was all that Matt could find in response, "Not bad at all." "I guess you probably need to go back to your room then, big brother?" "Huh?" "Well, you know," she glanced down at the more-than-obvious bulge in his shorts, "you might need to stick on a Britney DVD," she added with a smile. "Oh right," Matt added, almost smugly, "and just exactly what will you be doing?" "Oh, I'll entertain myself," Amy smiled. A thousand thoughts rushed through Matt's mind. He knew that Amy was right, and that he needed to relieve the pressure in his shorts. He knew too that the safest way to do it was back in the privacy of his own room. But he also knew that the glint in her eye meant that Amy too had been turned on by what had happened. He knew that as soon as he left the room, she too would be keen to pleasure herself. And something inside of him knew that that was best done separately. But an equally strong yearning made him desperate to share that experience with her. "Does that... turn you on then?" Matt asked, hesitantly. "What do you think?" came the short reply. Without further discussion, Matt reached up with his left arm and guided Amy backwards until she stood in front of her bed. Gently pushing her, she fell backwards, sitting on the edge of her blanket, falling slightly backwards on her arms. Reassured by her lack of resistance, Matt planned his move. Slowly, he let his arm fall to her naked thighs, where he gently pulled her left leg to one side, and then without comment, raised the dildo, still in his right hand, placing it softly between her legs. "Matt...,"Amy began, nervously. "Shhh," came his only response. Carefully, he moved them dildo forwards, all the while staring directly into Amy's eyes. Gently he let the head of the cock press against the soft white fabric of her panties. Almost automatically, Amy's legs fell slightly aside as she felt the soft pressure of the dildo against her. As the cotton of her panties pressed against her, instantly Matt saw the darkening material as he pressed lightly against the wetness of her lips. Further he pushed, gently still, as he pressed against her body, still staring intently at her, as he watched her eyes close. As Amy relaxed back on her arms, he knew that his actions were welcomed. Carefully, he ran the still wet dildo back slightly along her leg, allowing him to reach for her panties with his spare hand. Gently lifting aside the material, he slid the panties across to one side, revealing her soft pink fleshy pussy. Again he felt his cock firm up in his shorts, clearly protruding now as he stood, hard, in front of her. Gently again, still holding back her underwear, he moved forward the dildo, letting its head, still moist from Amy's blowjob, brush lightly against the wetness of her pussy. He sensed her body shudder as he ran the tip of the helmet up and down the lips of her cunt, gently pressing against her. Amy lay back, knowing that what her brother was doing was wrong, but unable to do anything to stop him... or herself. Within moments of the dildo pressing against her, she felt her body relax, and involuntarily let out a soft moan of pleasure. Matt took this as his cue to proceed, and gently pressed against her lips, letting the helmet of the dildo slip inside of her young pussy. Brother Comes Home Life hasn't really been going the way you wanted it to. School isn't going to great, your boyfriend of two years just dumped you for some slut, you have no job, and all on the eve of your 18th birthday. To top it all off, our parents don't treat you like you're almost 18. They still leave you with a baby sitter, ugh, the old lady from next door. Mommy or Daddy has to come with you wherever you go. Everything seemed to be falling out of place for you. That is until you and your parents receive that letter in the mail. You aren't there the day it arrives. School, even though much to your displeasure, you still have no choice but to go. It is when you arrive home that day that our parents summon you to the living room. "We got a letter today," Father tells you. "It's from your brother," Mother says. "He's coming back home to see you for your eighteenth birthday." You sit there in silence, not fully believing them at first. I had been gone for close to six years now, fed up with how our parents treated me. Now 25, I would be returning to visit my beloved sister. You feel a pit open up in the bottom of your stomach. The widening void is soon filled with excitement and anticipation. Finally, someone who could understand you, someone who could love you. You do your best to hide the happiness brewing within yourself by smiling and keeping quiet. Father rises to his feet and walks over to you. He hands you the already open envelope. Hesitantly, you take it from him, trying not to quiver. You stand to your feet and exit the living room. You head up the stairs and retire to your room where you can be alone. You close the door behind you and lay down on your bed. You pull out the letter and read it. "Dear Family, I'm returning home for my sister's 18th birthday this Saturday. I know I said I'd never come back, but I figured she's worth more than our differences. I hope we can put our feud aside for her special day. I'll be arriving in three days." My words send shivers down your spine. You remember the day I left. You were twelve, but it is still so vivid in your head. Mother and Father had caught me with my girlfriend at the time in my bedroom. They kicked her out and forced me to break up with her. I realized that I could never be free as long as I lived in their house, so I left. It has been six years since that incident. You feel special, love. You take the letter and stick it under your pillow. You turn off your bedside light and try to sleep. "Three days," you think to yourself as you fall asleep. You wake up Thursday morning, briefly forgetting about my letter. You quickly rip up your pillow and breathe a sigh of relief; it's still there. You jump out of bed with renewed vigor and get dressed, ready to face the day. In spite of all of the negative things that have been weighing you down in life, you face the world with your head held high. Even your best friend noticed the change in your mood. "What's with you today?" Lidia asks during lunch. "You seem chipper!" "Well, I don't want to get my hopes up," you say, "but I got this letter." You reach into your bag and hand her my letter. She carefully reads over, then looks up at you, then back to the letter, then back to you again. Shock is the expression on her face. "He's coming back?!" she whispers. You nod your head with a semi-held back smile. "I haven't seen him in five years... I don't even know what to say. He's been gone all this time and he's coming back for me." You grin to Lidia. You look into her eyes and you can tell that she's happy for you. The bell rings and your day continues. Nothing special happens the rest of the day. Once you arrive home, you go straight to your room. You place your letter under your pillow and just relax on your bed. The next couple of days drag on worse than the first one. You spend your time attempting to forgetting about me and my letter by distracting yourself with smaller things such as going to the movies, surfing the internet, and playing video games. But alas, they aren't very helpful. Finally the day arrives. You wake with a start this morning to a loud banging on your door. Our father burst in your room. "He's here," he says. And just as quickly as he came, he left. Your heart beats faster and faster. You press your hand to your chest and jump out of bed. You strip your clothes off and rush to get dressed. Right in the midst of your morning preparation, you stop at seeing yourself in the mirror. You observe your naked body. You touch your breasts and look at the shape of your body. You've never really had great self esteem, but today, now that you're eighteen years of age. Something seems different. You smile and dress yourself in a black lace thong and matching bra. You slip on a tight, short skirt and a low cut top. You sit before your mirror and put on just a little bit of make up and smile to yourself. It's time. You exit your room and make your way down the stairs. You walk slowly, your heart beating faster and faster. You hear talking in the living room and I am the first one you see. You gaze upon my muscular structure, standing 6 foot 3. My eyes meet yours and I stop talking to our parents. "Hey," I say to you. "Hey," you respond, descending the rest of the steps. I walk over to you and reach my arms out. Once you are within distance, I pull you into my body and hug you tightly. I release you and look you up and down. You've grown so much since I saw you last. "We were just telling your brother that we're going out for the evening," mother says. "We'll be back late. Just catch up and...whatever. See you later." With that our parents leave us all alone. I walk over to the window and watch their car pull out of the driveway and down the street. I turn back to look at you. "So how have you been?" I ask. For the next couple hours, we spend our time reminiscing about old times and we each of us has been doing these past years. During this time we decide to put in a movie and watch it in the dark. We sit together on the couch, you leaning on my shoulder. After talking for a while, we sit in silence to watch the film. It's and old drama in black and white, a classic though. All is going well when a romantic and passionate love making scene comes on. I keep my eyes fixed on the television. You notice this and lean in closer to me. You move your hand across my stomach, feeling my solid abs, then up to my chest. Even though you are nervous and aren't really sure what you're doing, I don't stop you. I look down at you from the corner of my eye. I reach up and you immediately take your hand away. I grab it and put it back on my body. Just lower this time. You look up at me and I look into your beautiful eyes. On your own, you move your hand down a little lower. You then feel it. My throbbing, hard member. At first you are afraid of it. You had sex once or twice with your last boyfriend, and my cock is much larger than his. Despite all the dangers though, you feel, at 18, adventurous. You rub my cock through my pants as I lean in to kiss you. We both hesitate for a moment, then close our eyes and dive into ecstasy. You run your fingers through my hair and I grab you around your waist as we share a most passionate kiss. My hands run all over you luscious body as you shove your tongue in my mouth. I pull you on top of me so that you straddle my lap. You take off your shirt and I start to lick and suck on your chest and neck. You moan into my ear as I grab your ass under your skirt. You can feel my erection rubbing up against your pussy lips, making you wetter and wetter as time goes by. You unhook your bra and toss it to the side. My mouth instantly finds your nipples. I push your gorgeous tits together and start sucking. You throw your head back and buck your hips into me. I pick you up and turn around so that you are now seated on the couch. I reach up under your skirt and pull your underwear down your legs. I spread your legs as you watch on with anticipation. I then dive into your freshly shaven pussy. My tongue explores inside, tasting your juices ad flicking across your clit. You squeeze your legs together around my head as I eat you out. I reach up and grab your tits, caressing and squeezing them, pinching your nipples. You let out loud moans. I shove my tongue deeper into your pussy and lick harder and faster. I grab your hands and pin them to the couch next to your thighs so you can't move. I vibrate my tongue on your clit, sending shocks of pure pleasure shooting through your body. I decide to tease you, licking slowly over you clit, then all around your pussy. I do this for several minutes. At this point in time, I decide to give my sister the greatest orgasm she's ever had. I grab your thighs and hold on tight as my tongue dives deeper into your dripping wet pussy. My tongue knocks around your clit, making you convulse all over the place. Then at the peak of your pleasure, you cum all over the couch and in my mouth. You take several heavy, moaning breathes as you come down from your climax. I stand up and remove my shirt and pants. My cock stands straight up. Your eyes widen as you stare down my one-eyed monster. I lay you down on the couch and spread your legs. I stare you down with lust in my eyes as I position myself. I slide my long, hard dick in your pussy. It takes your breath away. You pull at your own hair out of sheer pleasure. Once I'm all the way in, I don't stop. I slide in and out slowly, matching the rhythm of my hips with the pace of your breathing. I wrap my arms around your hips and start to pump in faster. You stare into my deep eyes and I stare right back. I move my hands down to your thighs and lift your legs up. I fuck you harder and faster, watching your beautiful breasts bounce back and forth. I push your legs even further until your knees are up to your chest, then I pound into you as hard as I can. You scream in pure pleasure. "Fuck me brother!" You pant. "Fuck me harder!" My thick cock plows into you harder and harder, literally taking your breath away. I slam my dick in you one final time and explode in your pussy. I shove it in as far as I can as I finish dumping my load into your sweet hole. We kiss hard. But I'm not finished with you yet. I get up off of you and sit on the couch. "Get over here," I say, staring you down. You immediately get up and straddle my once again. Only this time, my cock is going up your pussy. You slowly sit down on my hard dick. I wrap my arms around you and kiss you from your stomach, up between your breasts. As you ride me, I take your nipples into my mouth and suck both at once. I grab your ass and bounce you up and down harder. I release your tits and suck your neck. You moan and scream as you dig your nails into my back. I smack your ass hard, leaving red hand prints. Once. Twice. Three times. You moan and buck your hips onto my cock harder and harder. I grab your tits hard and moan loud as I ready to cum again. I push my self into you as deep as I can and explode once more. You arch your back as you climax as well. You collapse on top of me, panting heavily. I gently kiss your neck. We silently enjoy our passion until we hear the sound of car doors outside in the driveway. Mother and Father have come home early. Brother Comes Home Ch. 01 This is the story of how I took my sisters virginity. But in one of the worst ways I possibly could have. My name is Luke by the way. I'm going to college and I'm 20. I graduated high school when I was seventeen, skipped a few grades. It's the end of May, I had just finished my first year of college and boy was I beat. I was returning home to my mom, dad, and little sister. My mom works as a lawyer, so growing up it was often she wouldn't be home till late working on a case. My dad never really talked about his job, but he had something to do with the government. Actually he probably did talk about his job but I never listened. He was always away on some big trip to some other country. When he was home I would spend my time up in my room. But since both my parents were busy with their jobs, I took care of my little sister. Her name is Bethany, but I always called her Beth. She's only 18, and when I left she had been seventeen. Duh. To Beth I was her whole world growing up. We went swimming, horse played in the house, video games, Friday night movie nights. I let her force me play dolls and have tea parties. When I joined the football team she came to all my games. When she turned twelve is when she started to... Develop. She hit puberty and hair under her arms started to grow, her chest became bigger. I never really noticed, but mom did. She told me cause Beth was becoming a lady I had to stop some things with her. Like wrestling. But when mom was gone, we continued. She didn't become a real 'girl' until before I left. I was a senior, she was a freshman. She had started wearing dresses, painting her nails, and denied to play around with me. When I graduated I moved right off to college, so it's been a year since I've seen my sister. (I hated leaving on school breaks, I had a girlfriend that kept me there.) A few days before school ended she broke up with me cause I wouldn't stay for summer, I really wanted to go home. After my plane flight I took a looonnnngggg sleep. My mom woke me up on a Saturday morning at 11. I'd been asleep since yesterday afternoon. We lived in Texas and I had gone to school in New York. It wasn't a long flight, but it still kicked my butt. I let out a yawn a stretched. My mom said it was nice to see me then rushed off to work. Something about a divorce case. I was home alone, or so I thought. I figured cause it was a Saturday my sister would be a normal high schooler and have plans. Of course she didn't. I went down to the kitchen in my boxers. I made a beeline to the fridge, opening it and drinking from the jug of milk. I heard some footsteps and finished chugging to hear, "Pig." A sweet voice said from the doorway. I put the milk back in the fridge and looked up to see my darling baby sister standing in the doorway in her pajamas. A pink silk set that business women would wear, those conservative pant and long sleeve set. I let out a sigh, and walked over to her. I pulled Beth into my arms and hugged her tight, lifting her up in the air. She giggled and starting slapping my back, "put me down!" She screamed. I obliged and looked at her, from up close I could see that her pajamas were tight around her chest. From what it looked like she must have D-cups. WAIT WHAT AM I THINKING? Don't look at your sisters breasts its wrong. I couldn't help it though, before I left she had A-cups. My ex-girlfriend only had B-cups. God she had grown up. I managed to peel my eyes up back at her face and she was smiling. "We need to catch up, let me go change." "Okay." I mumbled. She ran off up the stairs, and I trailed behind staring at her ass. I was right behind her the whole way until she turned into her bedroom and I turned into mine. I threw on some nice jeans. I didn't bother with my shirt. I came back out of my room and my little sister was standing in the hallway with a pair of skinny jeans on and a really tight shirt saying, "Keep Calm And Swim On". I got confused at first but remembered she was on the swim team. I leaned on my doorway, my eyes raking across her body. Her ass was small and tight, her chest was large. God it's so wrong to think about her this way but it feels so right. I wonder how many guys she has had sex with... She turned around and smiled at me, having just finished zipping up her pants. "We should watch a movie. I have a few recorded!" She said, grabbing my arm and leading me downstairs. We went to the basement, our parents had decked it out long ago for us and sat in from of the 52" plasma screen TV. She grabbed the remote and flipped around the recordings. "What do you want to watch, Luke?" "I don't know, up to you." "Okay!" She stopped at a movie called, "Friends with Benefits". I let out a groan and she looked at me questioningly. "Seriously, that movie? It's a bit inappropriate Beth. Another movie?" Now that I looked at the movie list it seemed to be all sex movies or love movies. "Why?" She asked. "It's about..." "Sex. Yeah I know." "Yeah so choose a different one." "If you have a problem you choose!" She flung the remote at me and I scrolled up the list. I stopped at the movie called, "World War Z". A zombie movie. -An Hour Later- Beth had snuggled close to me. Yet another guy was getting ate by a zombie and she hid her face on my chest. I brought my hand up and pat her shoulder. "It's safe." I told her. She looked up just as the main guy was running. "I don't wanna watch this anymore, can we please watch something else?" "Fine." Of course she chose FWB again. I gave in and somewhere halfway in the moving, she put it on pause whole they were having sex. "Have you ever?" She asked. "Ever? Had sex?" "Yeah." "Well, yeah." "Oh." "Why?" I looked at her, her head was in my lap. She began to blush, which was just so cute! "Well... Is it... Fun?" "Shouldn't you know?" "No..." "Wait you've never?!" "No..." I froze up. My little sister had never had sex. And I had been staring down on her like she had because of her body. Thinking about it now I glanced at her chest, knowing she couldn't see where I was gazing cause it was dark in the room. We had turned off the lights earlier. "Well say something!" She blurted out. I kept staring, my hand twitching to move onto those breasts. Instead I groaned, feeling that I was getting hard. Luckily she was just far enough she couldn't feel my hard on. "I think I want some lunch." I managed to say. She rolled off the couch grumbling about "men always worrying about their stomachs". -11pm- Mom still wasn't home. Figured though if she had a big case. We had just finished eating dinner and we had gone swimming earlier. She changed into some comfortable shorts and a tank top and went to the basement to watch more movies. I went upstairs and found a pair of shorts and threw those on, heading back down to sit with her. It was last but who cared. When I went down it was dark, and I had been wrong about her watching movies. She was actually turning everything off. "I'm heading to bed." She said. I let her finish up and she went up to her room. As she passed by me her boob grazed my arm from the side of her tank top, she wasn't wearing a bra it seemed. I knew I was hard by how stiff my shorts had become. I silently followed her up to her room. God I was a pervert, but I'd been thinking about her body all day. When she went into her room she closed the door, so I went to my room and wandered into our connecting bathroom. I slowly nudged it open to see her stripping down and crawling into bed. Within ten minutes she was fast asleep. My eyes were stuck like glue to her large breasts, her cleanly shaved pussy. I tip toed to her bed, and hesitated. It had been over three months since I had last had sex with my ex, her always being moody killed my boners. But my sisters body... Gaaah it was like looking at a goddess. I reached over and ran my thumb on her nipple, softly and gently. She didn't stir only groaned in her sleep and turned her body in my direction. My penis was like a rock at standing up at this point. I was taking a huge chance here, doing something insanely wrong, but at this point I wasn't thinking... As a kid she slept heavy. I hope she still does, I thought. I dropped my boxers and climbed into the bed with her, rolling her onto her back. I hovered over her and leaned onto her, my mouth right above her nipple. I licked it, and seeing nothing from her, I began to suck it. I played with her other nipple and she moaned in her sleep. Oh god that got me off! I sucked harder and faster then switched nipples. She moaned again and her back lightly arched then I pulled away from her breasts. I pushed myself up and began to kiss her, then looped my tongue in. That's when everything went wrong. She woke up, and fought immediately after realizing what I was doing. I kept kissing and she bit my tongue. I pulled away and clamped on her nipple, she let out a scream before my hand was covering her mouth. "Shut up. This is going to happen, one way or another!" She kept saying no, and all I could think was yes. "If you fight I'll bite your nipple till it bleeds." Her eyes were wide with fear like a deer caught in headlights. "There's no way you're a virgin with a body like this, and with the movie list I saw." I began kissing her again, and she laid limp like a ragdoll. I grabbed her hair and pulled it until she began kissing me back. I pulled away, she thought it was over. Far from it. I sucked each of her nipples, playing with the one I wasn't sucking. She kept saying no but also moaning. I went down to her pussy and she began to cover it, but I forced both her hands up onto the bed frame, lifting her up and getting a blanket. I tied her hands with it to the from and repeated that for her legs. I went back to her pussy and she began to struggle. "Stop!" She screamed. I growled and bit her nipple, clenching and not letting it go while she screamed with pain until she was finally saying OK OK I won't fight! "Or make a sound either." I added. I resumed by staring at her pussy. "Amazing shaving here." I said before grazing my tongue along it. She took in a breathe before I assaulted her clit with my tongue. She kept moaning. "Say my name!" "Oh fuck Luke don't stop!" She yelled. I dug my tongue deep within her and she responded by arching her back and letting out a gurgling sound. "Holy shit Luke please keep going this feels so good!" She was panting when I pulled my head away, and I could see the fear and hatred for the situation in her eyes. But there was also lust. Lust for her brother. I positioned myself at her mouth, the head of my penis near her pussy. "You're going to take it like a woman. And I'm going to let it all out inside of you." "I'm not on the pill!" "I don't care. Say you slept with a random guy at school." I thrusted deep within her, breaking through her wall. "Oh you really were a virgin." I said before kissing her passionately and thrusting her pussy. I could feel myself swelling up, and I continued to thrust. I managed to find and hit her g-spot each time. She was moaning into my mouth with each thrust. "Ooommmmmgggg" she squealed. I felt her clench up and release her juices. I did so as well. She was panting again and I untied her hands and feet she believed this was over before I had rotated. I put my dick near her fast and was eating out her pussy. She was in pure bliss until I forced my dick into her mouth. She began sucking and I was face fucking her while eating her out. She managed to deep throat my entire 8". "Good job baby." She expertly picked and sucked, I could a sworn she had done this before. When I asked, she said she hadn't she just watched a lot of TV. When we both came again, I started to get away to go to my room but she latched onto my arm. I stayed with her that night. We rested and fucked again, before passing out in each other's arms. Brother Comes Home He didn't know how often Amy had used this toy before, but it was clear that her cunt was still tight, as he increased the pressure to push the rubber cock further into her. He felt his own cock ripple with excitement, already matching the dildo in size, but not yet in warmth as he pressed it further inside of her. Gently he let the shaft slip inside his sister as she lay back on her bed, her legs parted, welcoming his actions. Matt let his free hand wander to his shorts, where already he could feel his cock reaching for the edge of the light material covering him. Gently slipping his hand along his left leg, he lifted his shorts, letting his cock slip out into the air. Almost immediately it sprung to attention, briefly brushing against Amy's leg as it did so. Matt took himself in hand, his right hand now pushing the dildo smoothly in and out of his sister's pussy as his left hand began to imitate the action upon his own shaft. Amy continued to moan lightly with each penetration, and soon her own hand reached down to rub against her clit as she enjoyed the sensation of the hard dildo slipping in and out of her. It was the first time she had ever felt something inside of her that was not in her own hand, and she could only begin to imagine the pleasure of a genuine cock slipping into her. She lay back now, her legs parted wide as she felt her brother pushing inside of her young wet pussy, and felt the pleasure of her own finger against her clit. As she relaxed, Amy's head fell to the side and instantly in her view was the packet of condoms. The thought rushed instantly through her mind, and with her free hand she reached for them. Without speaking, she drew the packet to her mouth, biting through the cellophane wrapping, before handing the opened packet to her brother. "What... you want a condom on it?" Matt asked, a little confused. Amy gave no response other than a light nod. Quickly he scrambled through the pack, pulling out a wrapper, instantly unveiling the condom inside of it, and positioning it in his hand ready to place it on. Slowly he withdrew the dildo from Amy's cunt as he prepared to cover it with the condom in his hand. But to his surprise, as he did so, Amy reached for it. Was she going to put it on? Then, as she pulled the dildo from his hand, she sat herself up, resting again on her arms, and reached for his left arm. Instantaneously, he dropped the erection he had been caressing as she drew his arm towards her, but her mind was made up. As he dropped his cock, she too dropped his hand, this time reaching down for his now fully hardened erection. "Oh here..." she whispered, nodding towards the condom and then his stiff cock. Nervously, Matt responded, "You sure?" Amy didn't respond. She reached again for his cock, this time sliding his shorts down past it, letting them fall to the floor. Matt needed no more encouragement than this as he began to prepare the condom to slide upon his thick helmet. As he did so, Amy guided his thighs to stand between her parted legs, his cock now hovering directly above her white panties. As the condom slipped over his shaft, Amy unhooked her bra from behind her back, letting it slide along her arms, and onto the bed beside her. This time, as Matt moved towards his sister with his cock fully prepared to enter her, it was she who moved aside her panties, once again revealing her now soaked pussy ready to enter. Once more he felt the pressure as he pushed the helmet against her lips, but this time he felt it more directly through his own cock as he prepared to penetrate her. Once more, he felt the tightness of her cunt as his shaft slipped gently inside of her, burying himself deep inside his young sister. And once more he watched as her finger slipped to stroke against her clit. Now, as he felt his cock moving more rapidly inside her, he watched as her hands explored her own body, one rubbing her clit, the other now starting to run slowly over her breasts. The pleasure began to build in each of them. Matt's movements became more rapid now, as did Amy's finger stroking across her clit. More frequently came her moans in the signs that Matt instantly recognised from his college conquests as a forthcoming orgasm. Amy too identified this, but it was entirely new to her. She had never felt this feeling before with a real cock inside of her, much less the cock of her brother. As Matt buried himself deeper inside of her he felt her cunt gripping tightly around him as the pressure built in Amy. Then, with an unexpected rush, he felt her legs wrap around him as she groaned with pleasure, an orgasm overcoming her. This was his cue to unleash himself as once more he increased the pace of his penetrations allowing himself to shoot his load as he fucked her. Eventually, the moment passed, Amy lay back on her bed, Matt still inside of her, smiling down at her near naked body. Gently he withdrew his cock from her pussy, slipping outside of her, a trail of cum streaking across her leg as he did so. Still smiling, he stepped back as his sister raised herself once more onto her bed. Grinning back at him, she reached again for the dildo at her side. "Don't think I'll need this any more," she smiled with a twinkle in her eye, dropping it to the bin.