8 comments/ 88747 views/ 37 favorites Brother Has a Secret By: CreekPrincess (Note: This story was originally started as a chain with another Lit member. He wrote the male parts at first and I the female, but we lost contact so I finished it and edited it to make it flow a little better. :) Hope you like! I thought it was such a great story line to let it just fade. But I came up with the ending!) Noah: I check the time on my cell phone, after pulling it from the pocket of my jeans. It's almost 8 p.m. I flip it shut as I reach the door to my parents ranch-style brick house. It's been a long time since I've been home. Three years in fact. My college studies and work have taken up more and more of my time. Well, that and "other" circumstances. As that thought flutters into my mind I brush my hand over my shoulder feeling the scar from the bite. My mind tries to shut out the foggy memories from that late night I was attacked by that stray wolf, which I at first thought was a dog, on the empty campus grounds. It had come from out of nowhere, shoving me face first into the pavement on the sidewalk, and felt like it had tried to take a hunk out of my shoulder. But all it did was clamp down, let go, and stand on top of me and moan this eerie mournful howl before fleeing across the parking lot and into the woods. That howl let me know it was a wolf and not a dog. It shook me inside. I managed to pull myself up since there was no one around to help me and drove myself to the ER. They checked my wounds and patched me up and updated my vaccinations as a precaution since I could not remember what I had had or when. I never did tell my parents about that. My mother would only worry and I didn't want to alarm her. My other "problems" since that night made me a little hesitant to come home though, but I missed my family. I had become homesick and knew I needed to be in their presence once again. I had become confused, depressed, and disinterested in life. I needed some healing and diversions and I knew one place I could get that was from my loving and heartwarming family. I cleared my throat and knocked on the door. I have a key still but no one knows I am coming home and so I don't want to scare anyone. This will be a complete surprise. The house seems quiet and almost deserted. All the lights are off except for the light by the door, which I know comes on automatically at night. I knock again and ring the doorbell as well this time, giving them more time to answer before I use my key as a last resort. * * * DeAnna: I had fallen asleep watching TV on the couch and I awaken thinking I hear a knock at the door. I stretch and wipe the sleep from my eyes. I sit up and look around the house groggily. Except for the TV I hear utter silence. Mom and Dad must still be out I think to myself. I hear the knock again, a little more insistent, followed by the doorbell. I stumble trying to get my clumsy sleepy legs to cooperate and get me to the door. I start to reach for the knob but check the peephole first. I am shocked at who I see. Oh my God! It can't be! I rip the door open and fling myself at you, my handsome older brother, hugging you tightly. "Where the hell have you been!?" I ask with mock sternness. "It's so good to see you!" * * * Noah: In my shock I nearly forget who this beautiful woman is that is hugging me. I can't believe you are my sister. Why you were just a 14-year-old child when I left home for college. Now you are a woman! Feeling your chest pressed against mine I am guessing you are now a C-cup at least. Your 5'8" frame is just four inches shy of my 6 foot height. We have matching dark-brown hair, brown eyes, and olive skin that we inherited from our Hawaiian mother. Then from out of nowhere a flash of red crosses my eyes, but you miss it, as well as the jolt within my cock. I shake my head as I try to clear it and come back to my senses. "Hello dear little sister", I say with a smile. "Have you missed me?" I hug you back kissing your cheek tenderly. I delight in the scent of your favorite floral perfume, feeling so at home already. * * * DeAnna: "Yes! Oh yes!" I say excitedly as I hug you tightly again. "I'm so glad you are here Noah! How long can you stay?" I bombard you with questions and take your hand and pull you inside the house. You shut the door behind us and I lead you to the couch to sit with me. "Gosh! Tell me how you've been! It's been forever since we talked." I suddenly realize nervously I have filled out since you have seen me last and self-consciously tug at my short shorts and snug tank top. * * * Noah: I sit down next to you, smile and then notice that your expression has changed to that of nervousness. "I think I can stay about three to four weeks possibly. Maybe six at most." Now that we are sitting and facing each other I have the chance to fully give you a good looking over. My how much you have changed. I have a hard time viewing you now as my little sister. In fact it's becoming EXTREMELY difficult to think of myself as your brother and not acting like a selfish lustful man. Your skin looks so soft and inviting to caress. Lips so plump and kissable. That long wavy brown hair falling about your shoulders. God I want to run my hands through it. I clear my throat and fidget feeling my cock throbbing. "My, my DeAnna, my little sister. You've grown into quite a young lady. You probably have so many guys after you. But now that I'm back it's time for me to be the big brother I'm supposed to be and mess some of those would-be suitors up." I say with cheeky grin. You blush at the mention of your looks and suitors, but I continue. "I'm sorry I haven't come back for a visit sooner. School work and a lot of unforeseen situations, ya know. I had a lot to stop me from coming back home. But enough of that. Tell me about yourself. How is school? Work going ok? Any boyfriends? Any jerks I need to beat up?" * * * DeAnna: I feel your gaze taking me in and I fidget more. God my brother is so hot I think. I never really realized how handsome you are until now. That chiseled chin. Those piercing eyes. That heart-melting smile. And that curly brown hair, I just want to....Oh God! This is my brother! What the hell is wrong with me? I shake myself inside and try to steer my concentration elsewhere. I laugh nervously. "Guys? Bah...none of them are interested in me. They don't give me a second look. And I guess I'm too busy to take much notice of them anyway. Always have my nose crammed in my books studying. Not very attractive, I'm afraid." I then relax a little and grab your hand and smile. "Well, I'm so glad you are here and I hope you can stay the full six weeks so we can spend lots of time together and catch up." I then gasp as I realize something. "Oh man, Mom and Dad have totally taken over your old room and are in the process of redecorating it. And the guest room is piled with junk! Hmmm...Oh I know! You can sleep in my room! You can have my bed and I'll sleep on the pull-out trundle! Then we can chat and catch-up like old times when we were little!" I get excited and give you another hug not realizing I'm pressing my tits hard into your chest as I'm just so truly happy to have my brother back home. * * * Noah: As you hug me the red flash comes back once more and a stabbing pain hits my shoulder. I stifle the grunt of pain I want to utter and then grow more attentive to the feel of your nice tits touching me. The feeling of them causes my cock not only to jolt urgently but it begins to harden rapidly. I try to remind myself that this is my beautiful younger sister, but my animal instinct kicks in and soon enough I have a raging hard-on that is easily noticeable. I am glad our pelvises are not close or you would probably never speak to me again. I slowly pull away and stand and try to turn so you can't see it and pretend to look at old pictures of the family on the wall facing away from you. "They've taken it over and are redecorating it? To what? No, you can keep your bed. I will sleep down here." This suggestion more for me than for you. I step over to the calendar on the wall that Mom keeps by the entrance to the kitchen and remember that tomorrow night brings a full moon. "Oh, does the town still hold the moon festival for the full moons?" I keep my body turned away but look at you with this question, and this time I can't take my eyes off of you surveying your tits. You've filled out wonderfully. Then my gaze goes back up to your face I see in it a new light. Those soft lips that give me small pecks; their subtle puffiness look great for cock-sucking. And those sweet innocent brown eyes add to the experience and my imagination runs wild. My eyes then move down slowly past your tits and your tight-looking stomach to your legs. Nice. smooth and long, undoubtedly leading to your tight pussy. Then from there my eyes move to your round supple ass. Your entire being a sexual feast from top to bottom. * * * DeAnna: I stand up and go to you and I notice something is wrong in your eyes and I felt you tense up during our hug. Concerned I touch your hand. "Brother? Are you okay? Something seems the matter." I glance down and notice your pants bulging and I timidly withdraw my hand and try to act like I did not see. But my gaze is repeatedly drawn back to it as I try to change the subject. "Oh the festival? Yes. Ummm they still have it. It starts a few hours before sundown with the first festivities. Did you want to go?" My body reacts to your hardening cock though without me even realizing it before it is too late. My nipples become firm and poke teasingly through my tee. My breathing speeds up causing my bosom to rise and fall more prominently. I can feel myself moistening and try to tell myself to stop, this is my brother, I should not feel this way. But there is lust in the air that I can sense and feel and my body is reacting on it's own. * * * Noah: I try to move away from you but the pain doesn't relent as well as this building urge. The red flash has become clear to me. It's lust. Pure, unbridled animal lust. This feeling that has been building inside of me since I saw my beautiful full-grown sister, or maybe even before that, since that animal bit me. I feel your body react and soon my eyes don't see my sister...but a woman. A nervous timid and beautiful woman that I want to make mine. My senses go insane. I see you completely different. Your beauty becomes paramount in my eyes. Your smell. The scent of your hair, your skin, and the hint of your moistening sex. Since that night all my senses have heightened and become sensitive. I can smell it all and I take them into myself reveling in them. With my last bit of strength I force myself back to the moment and hand and say. "Nothing is wrong DeAnna. I'm fine. Just a long trip. And yes I would love to go! What time does it start tomorrow?" I sincerely try to fight it but my eyes keep on being drawn back to your lips, your face, your hips, your entire body. But more so to your hard tits. I see them. Those hard nipples pushing through that tight tee. I move forward wanting to touch you but once more I stop myself and look away. * * * DeAnna: I look at you and try to understand what is going on. Trying to understand why my body is reacting so strangely to you as well. I feel strong urges that frighten me a bit. I start having images fly through my mind of you over me, fucking me. Me digging my hands into your back....us groaning..... I shake my head a bit trying to clear it. I try to refocus on what we were just speaking about....I almost can't even think straight the lust in the room is so thick. "Oh..ummmmm.....oh yeah the festival. Well the sun goes down about 6 I think. So we should get there a little before 4. I'm not sure if Mom and Dad are attending. In fact I'm not even sure where they are right now. They may be out shopping or out to eat. I was asleep on the couch when they left." I feel your gaze caressing my body and I almost feel like I should leave the room and break the unsettling spell, yet I almost don't want it to fade. But finally I mutter..."Umm I'm gonna go change and I'll fix you a bite to eat if you like. Are you hungry?" * * * Noah: I nod. "Yes. I'm starving," In my mind, a voice that is like an animal version of me says 'For more than you realize my dear sweet sister'. But I manage to say, "I am going to go get my bags out of the car. Then I will go take a shower while you change and fix supper. Then after we eat I will make my bed in the living room." I slowly turn away and head out to my car for my luggage. I return into the house and grab some clothes from a bag then head to the bathroom. As I walk into the bathroom I turn around and shut the door. I breathe a heavy sigh as I lean against the door and think to myself. What the hell is wrong with me? I understand random women, but my sister? I give myself a mental lashing as I undress and notice my raging cock has not let up. It is still throbbing and hard as steel. With the realization of my erect cock, images of me and you together flood my mind. Soon the images take me to constant flashes of me and you lost in animal lust and the moment. The sight of me eating your pussy, licking the wonderous pink folds of your pussy lips. Sucking on your clit. Sucking so much that your clit gets raw. The image of me fucking you. Pounding my rock hard cock deep within your throbbing wet pussy. Pounding in a depth no man has gone, taking you as mine. Ramming against the wall of your cervix only to pound through and freely invade your womb. These images continue to flood my mind and I take my cock into my hand and begin to stroke hard and slow. I step into the shower, close the glass door, and then sit down. As the images become more intense...more rampant ...more depraved...I pump my cock faster. A slight moan of your name escapes my lips and I pump faster and harder lost in my own thoughts and the feeling. The image of me fucking your mouth comes into my mind and then it feels like I'm no longer the one stroking my cock. I push you to the wall. then down to your knees, and face fuck you. My cock easily moves down your throat and I hear gagging and straining. I look down and all I see is those innocent sweet eyes, full of lust and the urge to be used, to be fucked by your brother. I fuck your mouth as I would your pussy or your ass...without mercy..and relentless. I feel my cock jerk. I know I'm about to cum and I move my hand even more fiercely. As I reach that peak in my mind, I thrust my cock deep into your throat and fill it with load after load of my cum. As my image reaches an orgasm I cum, letting loose a huge load that coats the shower floor and my hand. * * * DeAnna: I silently walk to my bedroom and shut the door behind me. I lean against it. Still reeling from the emotions and feelings going through my body. I am glad you are taking time to take a shower because I feel the need to get rid of some tension. I go to my bedside table and almost yank the drawer open violently. I reach under my pile of things where I have my dildo stashed so Mom won't find it. I strip quickly and sprawl on the bed. I suck the dildo getting it nice and moist as I use one had to start rubbing my clit when I realize I am soaked. I don't even need to wet it. So I take the dildo and plunge it in deep and hard moaning softly. As I start thrusting it in and out with one hand, and rubbing my clit with the other, I can think about nothing but you. I imagine the feel of your cock filling me up and spreading me wide. I wonder what it would look and feel like. I imagine you shooting your load into me. It does not take long for me to orgasm and I cum hard groaning your name. I don't remember cumming so hard in my life and so quickly. The thought disturbs yet excites me. I pull the dildo out and am amazed at how thick my cum is covering it. I suck it off, savoring my own flavors, wondering if you would like the taste of me. I lie there a few more minutes as my body floats down off my sexual high, then I get up and put on some jeans and a tee. But instead of putting on a bra I decide to leave it off and wind up selecting an even more revealing t-shirt. Almost thrilling at the thought now of you staring at me, and welcoming it more. I smile contentedly after a glorious cum as I open the door and make my way to the kitchen to start supper. * * * Noah: I finish my shower, dry myself off, and realize again that I'm rock hard. I just don't get it! I came harder than ever before. I masturbated and came harder than me being with a woman and I'm hard STILL this fucking hard?! Why?! Then it hits me. The only thought besides all these questions is you my dear sister. And when it hits me, my cock jumps. I still can't believe it though. I came the hardest ever in my life, through just masturbating, and I'm still this hard. Wanting more, needing more, and desiring you. I reach down to grab my cock once more and all the images from before come rushing back. This time it is even far more intense and it doesn't take me long to cum, spraying out a load of cum larger than ever. And after the second cum. I'm STILL hard. I just don't get it. I start to feel irritated and disgusted with myself and an internal battle of mind, heart, and lust rages thunderously within. Do I truly want my sister? No! She's my younger sister. I should only love her and protector. But she is so damn beautiful. That body. That face. Her voice. Those lips. That ass. Those legs. That pussy. I want it. I want her. And then I made my decision. No one else will have her. She's mine. I steele myself and dress. I leave off my shirt and put on a pair of mesh shorts that make my hard cock stand out even more than before. I barely dry my chest so I bring the towel with me and walk to the kitchen. I notice you've already started supper and I approach quietly wanting to sneak up on you. I notice what you're wearing and fuck that makes me hotter and my cock agrees, getting harder than when I was jerking off to you. I put the shoulder over one of my shoulders and I sneak up and cover your eyes with my hands and whisper to you, "Guess who?" At that moment I push my hips hard into you from behind and grind my cock into your ass. I know what I'm doing but I say "Oops sorry sis heh. So what you making?" I drop my hands from your eyes waiting for you to turn around and see how much I have changed as well. All the while I'm thinking to myself, God I want to fuck you right now, over this table...in your pussy...your ass...your mouth. All of them. I want to cum in every hole on your body. I want to cum in your womb and make you mine forever. I want to cover you witth my cum and never stop. I have incessant images, flooding thoughts, all centered around the one idea. I want you as my own, for forever my dear sister. * * * DeAnna: I nervously try to focus on preparing dinner. Even after my orgasm my body is still hungry for more. My clit is still throbbing and my pussy aching to be filled with something more real. I stir the pasta in the boiling water, and put the lid on to let it simmer a few minutes. But my mind is lost in thought of images of you ravaging my body and claiming it. I try to shake my head again and clear it when I sense you walk into the room. Without a sound or any provocation my womanhood pulses and moistens more. I try to act like I do not notice you. But then when you grab me and cover my eyes, ramming your erection to my ass, I am so startled and feel my jeans getting wetter and wetter. My pussy drooling for you to take me, already preparing itself for you without me trying. I know then without a doubt you want me too. I can feel it. I am stunned and not sure how to react when you let go. When you ask what is for dinner, I almost can't find my voice. I nervously sputter and stammer out "It's spuh-spuh-spaghetti. I'm, uhh, nnnnot the guh-guh-greatest cook still. Ssssorry Nnnnoah." I place my hands on the counter, trying to regain my composure before I turn around. Pretending to watch the food cook. Brother Has a Secret I finally gather up my nerve and look into the cupboard above and grab plates. Then open the drawer next to the stove and grab utensils. You sit at the table kind of sideways, and I know you are watching every move I make. I clear my throat nervously and set a plate and silverware beside your left arm resting on the table as you are facing me to your right. And instead of going around to the other side I intentionally stand there in the same spot and just lean over the table, setting my plate and silverware at the seat across from yours. I am testing you to see what you do, my ass practically in your face, jeans damp with my lust, my tits dangling and enveloped in my tight tee. I make my movements slow and rearrange the silverware more than necessary. * * * Noah: As you set the silverware I watch your movements closely. I noticed that the shirt you're wearing shows your tits far more than the first. My eyes trace your body from your tits to your ass as you bend over the table. That beautiful round ass is right in my face and my cock jerks once again. As I watch I catch the scent of your pussy and to my surprise I smell the slight hint of female cum. I think to myself, did she masturbate while I was showering? Did she cum? Why? And then another distant thought hits me. Was ...was it for me? Did she fantasize about me? Did she cum for me? The images from my shower come back and are further increased by the scent of your pussy and your cum, and the vision of your ass in front of me. I raise my hand, poised to touch you, but a loud noise comes from behind and I turn around quickly looking at the kitchen back door My gaze finds Mom and Dad in the doorway staring back at me with a surprised and happy look plastered to their faces. "Hello Mom, Dad. I've come home for a visit." I stand up and walk over to them with my arms wide open, hugging them both each in turn tightly. As they begin to ask me question after question I think to myself, this interruption couldn't have come at a better time. God knows what I was just about to do to my sister. As I think that I shoot a glance toward you. But not one of remorse to what I was thinking of doing, but one of pure animal lust. Without the words being said you see what I want to say. God, I want to fuck you right now over this table and I don't care if Mom and Dad are here. I would cum inside of your womb and impregnate you right in front of them, so they both know you belong to me, if I could get away with it. But in my mind I couldn't bring myself to do it yet...not yet. I talk to Mom and Dad and tell them, "Hey Mom, Dad. I'm going to be attending the moon festival tomorrow night. I would love it all of us could attend." I hear them say that sadly they can't join me but ask me to take you along with me. I smile and say, "Oh, I was going to take her to it whether she liked it or not." My parents may have not have noticed it in my voice but those words came along with every bit of lustful intention and hunger that I could muster and I shoot you another glance as I speak them. I think yes, you're going to be mine by any means necessary my dear sister DeAnna. I eat and enjoy the conversation with my parents, the company of my family, as well as the glances I see coming from you my dear sister. The presence of our parents holds me back from doing anything. But I want to fuck you right here, right now. I want to feel that pussy wrapped around my hard cock. I want to feel it all. I want to taste you. I want you right now and always. As it gets later our parents tell us to get some sleep as we will have a long night tomorrow night. As I hear those words I smirk and think, yes it will be long indeed. From the festival to the endless fuck that will happen on the hill below the full moon. They tell us to go to bed and apologize that they have taken my room for a new library. "It's ok. I will make my bed in the living room. It's nice and cool so I think it will be just comfortable. But oh, by the way. I hope you guys don't mind, but I can't sleep unless I sleep in the nude. So sorry if you catch a sight of me in the buff. I give you full warning now." I smile cheekily and Mom replies with a chuckle. "Heh, it's ok. It's not like I haven't seen you naked before my dear son." I say, "Well Ma, I'm quite different from when I was a baby. A lot bigger in fact." My silly grin gets bigger. I share a laugh with Mom and then shoot you another obvious glance as I stand and go to make my bed on the couch. After I make myself comfortable I lay there and start to take off what clothing I have left but then I think better of it. I decide to wait until after everyone has gone to bed. I turn on the T.V. and watch the Wolfman, waiting for the house to grow quiet. As I think I hear the last footsteps head up the stairs, I slip off my shorts letting my raging cock free. I'm still amazed that I'm this hard still after cumming so violently earlier and more than ever before. I wrap my hands around my cock and pump away as fiercely as I did while in the shower. I want to image fucking every bit of you but all I can think of is having you bent over ramming my cock deep within your pussy. I push beyond your cervix and freely invade your womb again. I revel in the tightness of your pussy and moan out "DeAnna, God you are soooo tight. I still can't believe this is your first time. You're such a slut dear sister. A virgin and you are sucking in my cock so good. You've wanted this haven't you? You've wanted to fuck your dear brother haven't you? You wanted me to violate your body...your very innocence...your pussy. You wanted me to fuck you like an animal...making you mine...my slut. You will always be my slut my dear sister..you will always by mine." Stroke after stroke. Soon I cum so fucking hard my cum shoots over to my dirty clothes across the room. "Fuck DeAnna, you made me cum so hard in your pussy...your womb...I think I got you pregnant." Again, I find myself hard still but in my exhaustion I don't care anymore. I've cum the hardest I ever have three times today. Before I finish the sentence the embrace of sleep takes me and I drift off deeply where I dream of fucking you more. Putting you through more and more acts of depravity and pushing the boundaries of our sexual relationship. * * * DeAnna: All during dinner I feel your gaze trailing over me. I catch the innuendos of everything you say to Mom and Dad that involve me. While you are talking with Dad about your studies, Mom leans over and smiles and whispers. "Hasn't your brother grown up into such a handsome man?" "Yes, he has" I say softly with a small smile. But this is precisely what I've been trying to avoid thinking about. My eyes are drawn to your bare chest. I imagine my tongue licking every skin cell on it's tanned smoothness. My bare tits pressed against it as we fuck. I gasp a little almost orgasming on the spot at the table at just the thought. My fork clangs down to my plate as I sit more upright trying to gain composure. Everyone looks at me. Mom feels my forehead. "Are you alright dear? You don't seem like yourself? Are you getting sick? Or preoccupied with something?" I look at her and smile. "I'm fine Mom. Just tired I think from a long week studying." I stand up quickly and gather the empty plates to wash so Mom and Dad can visit with you. Hoping the dishes will take my mind off of my thoughts of you. But no such luck. I hear you talk to Mom about sleeping in the nude and I almost drop the stack of plates. I can only imagine your form on our couch with your erect manhood standing at attention and then me climbing on top of it. Damn it! I've got to stop this. What the hell is wrong with me?!?! I finish putting away the dishes and turn out the lights. Mom and Dad are locking up downstairs and I go around the corner from the living room in the dark where no one can see me and hide. After Mom and Dad go upstairs I wait and watch you undress from my hiding place. My jaw drops as I gape at your manhood. My pussy starts gushing with lust. I watch in a trance as you start jacking off and I hear you moaning and talking about me, about fucking me. I cover my mouth so as to not give away my presence. Oh my God I think....he does want me too....I tremble not knowing if I am excited or scared at what might happen between us....I slide down to the floor, my back against the wall, as I try to dissect it all in my mind. While waiting for you to fall asleep, I start succumbing to my own exhaustion, mentally and physically, and fall asleep right there in the floor, my head against the wall. I wake up in the middle of the night, almost uncertain of where I am. Oh God! I fell asleep listening to him cum! I start to panic and wonder if I snored or made any sounds alerting you to my presence. I slowly and quietly stand and creep to peer around the corner. I hear the sound of your even breathing. Whew! Relief floods me. I get a bit daring, wanting to see your nude body again. I slowly approach the back of the couch on tiptoe and peer over at you. Lust overwhelms me as I see you lying out fully natural. I look you over from head to toe. My God I want him. I want to ravage him. I want him to ravage me. My eyes lock firmly on your engorged cock, standing straight up. My mouth waters. My pussy starts oozing. I creep even closer to get a better look. I feel like a starving woman look at a juicy steak that I want to devour. It takes everything within me to hold back and not reach out and stroke you. All of a sudden you moan my name and growl. I jump with a start covering my mouth to stop from yelping. I watch your teeth clench and your hips thrust in your sleep. You are dreaming about me too? All of a sudden a slight fear grips me and I break away quietly and quickly flee to my room. And before drifting off to sleep I succumb to the urge to rub myself and make myself cum, unable to stop thinking of you. * * * Noah: I slowly wake up and even within my dreams...this lust..this hunger...for you, didn't let up. The brother in me is trapped. I don't want to do this, can't do this, with my beloved younger sister. But the man..the animal...the lust hungry demon even, is in it's own maelstrom of pleasure. Thoughts of one act of sex to another, one dirtier...sicker...hotter...than the last. As I wake I still see that my cock is raging hard and think to myself, damn does this thing ever let up?! I shake my head trying to relieve myself of the grogginess and then stand and walk to the bathroom for a shower. When I finish my shower, I roll up my bed and clean the room. I then walk outside of the house and see what could be done to help out and begin to do some yard work. Maybe some good old-fashioned hard labor will take my mind off of things. Realizing how hot it is I take my shirt off and then don my shades. I open my car, crank up the stereo with some banging rock music, and slam the door after rolling down the window. My mind does drift on thoughts of the evening and the work I am doing and I before I realize it I've taken out the trash, raked the yard, mowed it, and trimmed all the hedges. Standing there for a moment's rest to view my accomplishments in the yard, not to mention profusely sweating with the sun beating down on me, I feel the gaze of someone on me. I am not quite sure who it is, but I have a good inkling so I decide why not have some fun with this. I smirk and then walk to the water hose and turn it on. Then I douse myself in the cool water. If feels great as it streams and trickles down my heated body. I flex in the must subtle way, smiling to myself. I slowly turn the water off and then sit underneath a nearby weeping willow tree and rest. Enjoying the shade and the wispy branches as they delicately dance in the slight breeze. Leaning back against the trunk, I close my eyes and my mind fills up again with images of you and my cock responds. I realize I haven't gone soft at all since I got home. My cock seems to constantly throb and jolt in my shorts. I rub my hand over my erection through my mesh shorts trying to ease it some and then I remember and feel that someone is still watching me. Knowing that it is probably you, I continue to rub my cock through my shorts. The sight of my cock is easy to see, the material so light and thin. I start to lose myself to thoughts of you but shake myself out of this moment of euphoria. I attend to my car and stereo, put all my the yard tools back into the garage, and then walk into the house to shower again. * * * DeAnna: The next morning I wake up, and you are immediately on my mind. God I feel so horny again. This is absolutely crazy I think to myself. What has gotten into me? I've seen hot guys before and been turned on. But it's like one look at my brother and I want to become a sexual tigress and maul him! I lay in bed and pick up a book off the bedside table. I read for several hours, trying to take my mind off of you, but it's drawn to you like a magnet I have no control in resisting. I finally get up and dress in another seductive and tight tee, this one showing a lot more cleavage from the neckline. I go downstairs and the house is quiet. Mom and Dad are gone for the day and I find that the couch is empty. I start to panic fearing you are gone but am relieved to still see your things lying near. I hear faint noises coming from the yard and I peek out the curtains and there you are working hard. I notice the sweat on your body glisten and it makes my pussy throb. I watch as you douse yourself in water from the hose and I moan softly with wanting. I see you sit for awhile and can see from my viewpoint how hard you are. It drives me crazy. I just want to go out there, rip down your shorts, and ride you to ecstasy. My body moistens yet more with desire for your body. I slide my hands down my jeans and start rubbing my swollen clit as I watch you rub your cock. I'm almost on the verge of cumming as I see you get up and start heading for the garage. I stop in a nervous frenzy and run up the stairs to my room so I can lay on the bed and finish what you started. * * * Noah: As I get out of the shower I get dressed in something nice for the festival. I opt for going mostly all black. Tight black jeans, tight black tee, and then throwing on a long-sleeved light denim shirt over it. I then go downstairs, sit back on the couch, flip on the TV to some mindless show and wait for you. I realize that I'm hard through these pants. "Damn it," I say, "Maybe tight jeans were not the best idea." As I'm about to mumble more to myself I hear Mom and Dad come downstairs then get up to greet them. They had been gone most of the day doing various errands and had come up to shower and change to get ready for their evening engagements. I stand and give them my most charming smile. I ask them, "What do you think Ma...Dad? Think it's good enough for the festival?" I turn giving them both the full look and grin boyishly when Mom responds at what a handsome son they have. Dad responds only by giving me a thumbs up. We then hear your footsteps as you come down the stairs. "Oh DeAnna!" Mom exclaims. All our eyes are turned upon you and you take my breath away. * * * DeAnna: I stand in front of my closet debating on what to wear for the festival. Everything I pick I wonder what you would think of me seeing me in it. I know I shouldn't think this way but I want you to want me badly. I finally select a red silky and flowing short dress that is sleeveless and the straps tie around the neck. The bottom hems are uneven and flow down almost like the petals of a red rose. I dig through my pile of shoes to find my black sandals with a slight heel. I then go to the mirror and fix my hair, pulling most of it in a pile on my head but let a few ringlets of curls fall, exposing my neck. I apply just a little bit of make-up since I usually prefer the natural look, but then opt for picking out my reddest lipstick to make my lips look extra full, luscious, pouty, and desirable. I put on my favorite black choker with my Celtic medallion, that was a gift from Mom and Dad for my last birthday, since I am intrigued with all things Celtic. I adorn some cute little earrings that sort of match it and then look at myself one last time before flipping out the lights and heading down the stairs to you. * * * Noah: I am in a trance as I watch you come down the stairs and my God, I just can't peel my eyes off of you. Fuck! You look so beautiful. I want to rip off my clothes and yours and take you right on the stairs. I have to put aside the carnal feelings and muster up being a gentleman and a brother. "You look radiant sis. Looks like I'm going to have to keep the men off you, heh." I turn to Mom and Dad. "Doesn't she look beautiful Ma and Pop?" I hear them speak but I hear nothing as everything becomes a blur but you. You are glowing to me, just radiating beauty, and also lust. I can feel it." My eyes survey your entire body from those luscious pouty lips, that I want to shove my cock down into and face fuck you, to those nice tits of yours with those perky nipples that I want to suck, pinch, and tit fuck. That soft creamy skin that I want to lick every single inch of, to that ass, that I can see myself pounding, slapping, gripping, and digging my fingers into it's soft and velvety mounds. And let's not forget that pussy. No words or thoughts could come close to the acts of sexual depravity that I wish to do to your pussy. I want to fuck your pussy, spread you wide, have you begging for me, begging for my cock. I want to cum deep inside your womb and coat the walls of it with my seed. I shake my head realizing that my cock has grown even bigger than previous erections. "You look so beautiful Dee." I stretch my hand out to you, guiding you down the stairs. Our parents giving you doting kisses on the cheek and tell us to be safe and to be good. I shoot you a big smirk at the word "good" and then wait for your response. * * * DeAnna: I smile shyly and coyly in response. My hand trembling slightly in yours at your touch. I give you the keys to my red convertible and you put the top down. You open the passenger door for me and as I get in I intentionally brush my breast ever so slightly against your arm. I can feel your eyes taking me in hungrily since the moment I came down the stairs. My body is reacting in want and in need. I feel my panties soaking already. I think this is going to be a long night and I should have brought extra in my purse . You slam my door shut and whistle happily as you walk around the front of the car. As you pass in front I can see the silhouette of your erection in your pants. I think Oh my God! He's hard even now? My panties soak further and I'm praying no wet spot will be seen on my dress when I get up. Before you get in the car I slide my already short dress up even higher so it is barely covering me at all. I see you stop still as you open the door, staring at my slightly parted thighs. But I pretend not to notice. But I smirk to myself. Oh yeah he definitely wants me as much I want him. * * * Noah: I stop and stare at your legs. Mmm, fuck, those thighs look so fucking good. I shake my head and look at you asking, "Shall we go?" I turn on the car and pop the clutch, but as I reach for the shift I overshoot it and pretend that I accidently grab and squeeze your inner thigh. I take a moment to revel in the soft feel of you and...what is that I sense? Heat? There's heat coming from your pussy and not just a little, but a lot! Are you horny I wonder? My grasp stays a little too long and then I snap back and say, "Oops. Sorry sis! I didn't mean to do that." I back out of the drive way and then head to town. * * * DeAnna: I jump a little, startled when you grab my thigh. But loving the feel of your hand there. My body wants to automatically scoot so that it helps your hand slide up higher to my womanhood. But suddenly though I am self-consciously wondering if you can feel how wet and hot I am for you. My pussy throbs hard as your hand lingers. I sit there breathlessly waiting for your next move when you pull away and apologize. My heart almost sinks and I'm actually disappointed. I say it's okay and look the other way trying to pretend it does not bother me. Pretend that I'm not hungering for you. Something tells me this is going to be a night that will change our lives forever. But I silently wonder, if I'm ready for it. Brother Has a Secret * * * Noah: The smells, the sounds, and the sights of the festival that surround us are fun and exciting as we explore all that it has to offer us in entertainment But they do not tantalize my senses as much as you do on my arm. I am trying desperately to be the doting brother, the exemplary gentleman. I am faking it well, I think, on the outside. But on the inside I'm raging to ravage you. The aroma of your desire and your perfume is all I can smell. The music of your laugh, the melody of your sensuous voice, is all I can hear. The lights in your eyes, the heaving of your breasts is all I can see. We walk and examine booth after booth of unique wares and creations from the local artisans that are on display. Every time your breast hits my elbow I feel it all the way to my erection. Later in the evening as the moon has risen low into the sky, you point to a group of performers dressed skimpily, reminiscent of bellydancers, undulating in a circle. Supposedly they are doing an ancient fertility dance in an offering to the moon. We walk over and admire their demonstration but even the gyrations of their alluring hips don't captivate me. Your body has my mind as it's willing hostage, and as I watch their hips sway all I can think about is you undressed and me plunging into you from behind. * * * DeAnna: Our car ride is so quiet and intense that I am greatly relieved to reach the festival. I need a diversion to try and get my mind off of you. My desire for you has not waned but my anxiety has increased a bit. I'm hesitant and a little scared. Maybe this change of scenery will put things into better perspective, or maybe it will shake me awake from this fantasy. Maybe this has just been all in my mind. Pulling up to the grounds it is almost overwhelming at all the music, food smells and noise that pervades the air. But I think maybe this is a good thing. But then again I'm doubtful it will work. My mind is consumed with you. I try to excitedly drag you here and there and point out interesting and fun things, crack jokes, and lighten the mood. But it's next to impossible. Your constant touch has my body warm even though the air is crisp and cool. So much so that many around us are wearing sweaters and light jackets. We share some snacks and drinks, and get my favorite, a chocolate covered giant pretzel. We laugh at the mess I make of getting it on my chin. I use my index finger to wipe it off and then suck the chocolate off my finger slowly, at first not realizing what I am exactly doing to you. But suddenly when I do, and look up, you are intently watching me, your breathing almost seeming labored. Our eyes meet and I timidly look away and take a napkin and finish wiping my hands and dab my chin. But I can feel that your gaze is still on me. I almost panic at the intensity and then notice a group of dancers nearby. "Oh Noah! Look!", and I drag you over. "Saved by the bell," I think gratefully. The dancers are hypnotizing almost, but I still feel the sexual tension between us so thick and so heavy. And I still realize I want you no less than before. As we watch you release my left arm that had been intertwined in your right elbow as you escorted me about the festival. Just when I think maybe you are about to move away I feel you move even further towards me a few inches and you put your arm about my shoulder. You rub my arm tenderly and pull me in tight. I lay my head on your shoulder and just try and enjoy this moment. * * * Noah: As we listen to the clang of the finger cymbals and the voices of the rhythmic chants in supplication to the moon, I feel it's now time to start the seal of our fate. It's almost as if the dance in front of us is in celebration of the approaching seal of our destiny together. Almost as if they are blessing us, egging us on. I release your arm and pull you into me. God you smell like passion itself. My eyes flash red and the scar in my shoulder stings. I ignore them and think I will have you no matter what I promise myself. As you lean your head on my shoulder I bury my face in your hair and inhale deeply. "DeAnna.." I moan in a whisper. I feel you lean in closer in response. "DeAnna, I know you want me." You gasp slightly and try to pull away but I hold on tight. "Don't worry sis, I want you too. In fact I need you. Right now. Out here. Under the moon. Tonight." You tilt your head slowly and gaze into my eyes. * * * DeAnna: At the final voice of your desire into actual words directed at me, I'm almost speechless. Looking up at you I feel so many emotions swirling around in the pit of my stomach. So much so I almost feel dizzy and nauseated. I feel nervousness, fear, excitement, lust, adoration, tenderness....I hesitate a moment trying to think clearly and to find my voice and I finally just simply say. "Yes, Noah. I am yours." And then as if the words I uttered were the secret answer to a magic spell, the spirit of my loving brother seemed to dissolve within a vapor and the sexually-starved beast took full possession of your body. I watch as your eyes flash a burning red and feel as you immediately jump into action and start violently pulling me by the wrist through the crowd. A couple of times I almost trip trying to keep up with your pace. We definitely garner some strange looks our way and maybe would cause alarm if it were not for the smile that is plastered across my face. Instead of feeling anxiety, I am actually finding this a tad bit amusing. That is until we reach my car and you basically shove me in the passenger side once you opened the door. Then I start to wonder if I should start to worry. * * * Noah: "I am yours. I am yours. I am yours. I am yours." Those words keep repeating non-stop in my head. As soon as they departed your lips the animal in me took over. I have lost almost all control. I begin to drag you, my carnal sexual prey, through the sea of people. Fuck! Why does the car seem so damn far away? I really want to take you right there in the middle of the fertility circle. It would have been quite appropriate I think to myself with a smirk. But no, we need privacy. I want to be undisturbed so I can ravage you all night long with no interruptions. I feel like my cock is going to erupt and rupture my jeans. They are so tight and confining. The only tight place I want to be is in your warm depths. Just the thought of that almost makes me throw you to the ground in front of the cotton candy booth. When we reach the car I lose all semblance of politeness and throw you in too hard. I realize what I have done and kick myself inwardly. And when I see the appearance of doubt and the questioning look on your face, I take a moment and stop. I lean down, delicately holding your chin, and kiss you deeply on the lips. I rub my nose slowly against yours, loving and tender. "I am so sorry sis. You are a beautiful flower. I should not have dragged you so. I could have hurt you. Forgive me, please. I'm just not thinking. I want you so bad." I look into your eyes, caressing your cheek with the back of the fingers of my right hand, awaiting your response. Your eyes glisten as you smile. The reflection of moonbeams shine in your pupils. Your answer is only a simple but sweet kiss in return. * * * DeAnna: My heart is racing so fast and beating so hard that I'm almost positive you can hear it above the roar of the V8 engine. 'Oh my God', I think, 'my brother is about to fuck me!' I almost feel a panic attack coming on until I feel your right hand reach over and grasp my left knee softly. I feel reassurance and love in your touch. I look at you with a sideways glance and you smile tenderly at me. My fears start to trickle away again. I wonder exactly where we are going to go to do the deed and curious what you have planned. But yet I don't want to ask and I just remain silent and let you take the lead. After we travel a few miles up the main two-lane highway that leads out of town to the north, you make a left turn onto Old Bayberry Cemetery Road. With this I start to guess that we are going up to Willow Point, on the high hill that overlooks town. I've always loved that place. We used to picnic there a lot as a family. There is a beautiful grassy clearing up there perfect for frolicking and play with Willow trees scattered about the slopes, with just a few at the center of the hill. It is very picturesque and serene. And I am correct. You pull the car to a stop near the tallest tree on the hill and turn off the car and lights. We both look around and see that we are all alone. You then sit still for a few moments staring ahead, take a loud deep breath and then gaze upward at the moon. My gaze follows yours and we sit there in companionable silence. * * * Noah: I look up at the moon and remark how majestic it is. "Isn't it beautiful, so big and so full? No wonder it has been worshiped in centuries past." I rub your knee with my thumb. "I imagine it will soon be at it's highest point at the sky soon. Wonder what kind of crazy rituals will be performed underneath it?" You giggle and I look at you slyly. "Oh yeah, probably many like ours. Except I'm not sure many of them are brother and sister." I remove my hand and stand up in the seat. You look at me and ask me what in the world I'm doing. I just chuckle in response and then hop over the seat into the back. "Well sister dear, I think it will be much more comfortable back here." You laugh and stand but before you even try to maneuver yourself over the seats I lean forward and scoop you up into my arms. You gasp at the unexpected move. For a minute I just hold you, staring into your eyes. My groin is flaming with desire, and I am still hard as ever if not harder, as I stare into your soul. I lower my head, kissing your trembling lips tasting them for the first time. God you are sweeter than I could have ever dreamed. Your lips glide against mine so gingerly, I just want to melt into you. The fire in me begins to take over and I sit down in the backseat as gently as I can still holding you. Wrapping my arms tightly about you I force my tongue into your beautiful mouth, past your full lips. The more of you I taste, the more of you I want to consume. As I continue to hold you, your back against my right arm, I use that hand to reach and untie the straps of your red dress and with my left I start caressing your heaving breasts, gently removing the fabric, savoring your moans against my mouth. I pull my head away just slightly but draw your bottom lip into my mouth slowly sucking on it. I fumble a bit with my right hand again at undoing your strapless bra before it is finally free and I feel your breasts loosen under my roaming left hand. You slowly pull away from our passionate kissing and sit up more to help remove your clothing. You then move around and stand up in the car, straddling my legs. I gaze up at you in the moonlight. You slowly and seductively remove your dress the rest of the way, and your bra, over your head and then dropping them into the black leather seat beside me. You are standing over me almost naked except for the black lacy thong that is almost in my face. I can smell your heat fully. Damn! It smells like heaven. I almost feel like erupting right then in my pants. I look at you and take your hands into mine, kissing the backs of them and then in turn kissing the palms. As I do I look up at you and say quietly, "I love you DeAnna." * * * DeAnna: At the vocal affirmation to me of your love, I say breathlessly in return, "I love you too Noah". You then focus your attention on my wrists and forearms kissing them slowly, taking your time, giving both arms equal treatment. God I'm so wet I know I'll start trickling soon down my legs. Your lips are soon at the crooks of my elbows. You then pull me down a bit towards you and I feel you transfer your oral affections to the nipple of my left breast. Fuck it feels so good. I sigh contentedly as you suckle me. Your tongue flicking now and then over the hardness of my nipple. The sounds of you sucking drives me mad. I lean my head forward, kissing the top of yours while you continue. Pressing my cheek to your hair, enjoying the pleasure. You then let my tit fall and move to the other, this time taking the nipple between your teeth, pulling and pinching it a bit and nibbling it firmly. I gasp. No one has ever done that to me before and it feels amazing. A bit rough but oh so sensual. I swear I could let you do this to my chest forever. I moan your name. "Noahhhh". Then grasping my wrists tightly in your grasps you start planting kisses in the midst of my bosom. Burying your face between my nourishing orbs . Your tongue then starts a trail down my tummy, stopping at my belly button to probe. I giggle a bit as I'm so very ticklish and then you continue down to my downy mound still covered by the thong. You take the waist of it with both of your index fingers on either side of my smooth hips and slide them down and let them fall to the floorboard. Your hands then again yank my wrists pulling them almost below my ass behind me. The shift in momentum causes me to plant my ass to where I have each cheek on one corner of each of the front seats. Your tongue extends and hits my clit for the first time sending electricity through me. I want to give you greater access so I lift my legs, draping them over your shoulders. I hear you groan as your face plunges into my pussy. * * * Noah: The taste of your wet pussy is more intoxicating than any wine. Touching your clit with my tongue only begins the frenzy of lapping up your juices. Caressing your little bud with my tongue and feeling you tremble around my face brings gives me ecstasy already. I could drink of you for hours, but I don't want you to cum yet. I want you to first cum with me while I'm inside you. So I give your cunt just a few thrusts with my tongue, relishing your groans of lust, and then withdraw. I pull back and look up at you. You are looking at me questioningly and I reply to your unvoiced question, "Not yet". I then start removing my denim shirt, tossing it to the side, followed by my black tee. You then lean down, your tits dangling in my face, and I grope and knead them as you work at unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans. I lift my bottom up off the seat and you slide my pants and boxers down releasing my fully erect and engorged member. I scoot around and prop myself up against the rear passenger door and motion for you to get in between my legs. As you look at me I tell you, "Taste me DeAnna. I want you to taste what you do to me." You quickly edge yourself around and between my legs kneeling as if in worship of my rod. You delicately take the base of the shaft into your left hand and touch the tip of your tongue to the tip of me. Fuck!!! I groan. God how I have been waiting for this. It takes all I can do to withhold my seed for the moment, but I need your mouth on me. I need it like the air I breathe. You slowly take as much as you can of me into your mouth, which is not quite half of my length. I groan at your warm wet mouth squeezing and suctioning me. I know I can't let you do this for long or I'm going to just plain combust down your throat, but I want my first cum to be in your womb. I need to make you, need to mark you, as mine. With almost a physical pain I pull you off of my cock. You look almost bewildered this time. Before you can even ask I again tell you, "Not yet my love. Believe me I want to, but not yet." I then tell you to move and bend over the front seats because I'm about to seal you as mine. I position myself on my knees in the back seat behind you. As I run my hands over your beautiful round and full ass I feel the electricity knifing in my scar on my shoulder. Damn it! I look at the moon and it is fully high in the sky. I feel the familiar flash of red in my vision and feel the tension and aggression in my body rising. I feel almost an anger in me as I start to my run my right hand down your slit, just fondling your wetness for a moment. I then take some of it, rub into my cock and then taking my cock in my hand, raising it to your sopping wet vagina, I slide it slowly in. Fuck fuck fuck. Oh holy fuck you are tight! "Oh God DeAnna," I groan. You whimper as my large manhood fills you, stretching it tight. I push it in as far as I can go, testing your depth. Then I pull back a little before I thrust slowly again. I place my hands on your shoulders, holding you steady, and bracing you for the fuck of your life. * * * DeAnna: "Oh No...nooo...ahhhh." I can barely force out your name. The fullness of you in me. The enormity of the situation. I am lost in ecstasy. You start slowly pumping into me. Every time you ram my cervix I let out a cry that gradually raises in volume as you gradually intensify your force. The friction of your cock in my cunt is more than words can describe. My mind is on such a sexual high it's almost numb. As you start increasing your pace more and more, your fingers tighten on my shoulders. So tight it is starting to hurt. But I really don't care. The pleasure of the fucking negates it. I happen to raise my eyes to the moon, unable to hardly fully concentrate on anything but you thrusting in me. But I do notice it hiding behind the clouds eerily and then the clouds seeming to dissipate soon around them. I had the fleeting thought that it was spooky but then my attentions honed in again on you bucking into my womb. I could feel my orgasm getting close. Even in the cool air our bodies were moistening with sweat from the workout. I felt my heat rising slow, your pounding going fast. I felt your claws digging into me. 'Wha?' I thought. 'Damn, he is digging into my shoulders so hard I swear it's like claws! Owww!' But then I let it go as the orgasm fully possessed me, taking over my body and I screamed out into the night. As my orgasm keeps raging, I feel you slam wildly against me but I faintly notice the texture of your body seems different. I hear your grunts, but now they are so wild they sound more like animalistic growls. You are breathing so hard I feel your hot breath on my back. It just intensifies my climax. I feel your body tense up against mine and know your orgasm is taking hold as well. I feel your body jolt harshly and then feel my womb warmly fill with your seed. As you tense I feel your nails dig into me sharply and I wince and whimper in pain as my sexual high starts to lessen. I'm so worn out, I'm panting and breathless. I shake my head to get the hair out of my face that had fallen into it and look into the reflection of the rearview mirror a few feet in front of me. "What the fuck?! Noah!" I screamed. I see the face of a wolf-like creature peering over my shoulder. Red eyes gleaming. I am paralyzed with fear. His rapid breathing blowing puffs of air past my cheek. I turn my head slowly to the left to look over my shoulder. "Oh fuck!" I cry. Those are not hands on my shoulder. The blood is trickling down my arms where it scratched me. I continue to turn my head further and my eyes stare straight into those of a werewolf. He growls and I let forth a blood-curdling scream as I feel him clamp down on my shoulder, gnashing me with his teeth, as he grinds hard and deep one final time into my wetness. * * * Later: The officer stood bleakly in the middle of the living room. "I am sorry Mr. & Mrs. Taylor. We still do not know the whereabouts of your son and daughter, Noah and DeAnna. But I do have news. We found your daughter's car atop Willow Point Hill. It was abandoned." "Oh God!" Mrs. Taylor exclaimed in fear, clutching her chest, tears streaming down her face. Mr. Taylor reached out his hand and held onto his wife's arm. "Thank you Officer. Was there anything else?" He asked dismally. A sick feeling gripping the pit of his stomach.