14 comments/ 97630 views/ 127 favorites Metasis By: pbbj This story is a bit different. I wanted to write something that stood out, so I centered it around a fun little idea I had. Shouldn't disturb the story or stop you from just reading it normally though. All characters are over the age of 18. Feedback and comments are greatly appreciated. *** This story is a bit different, she read. Erica frowned and skimmed through the text illuminated on her phone, bright against the darkness of her room. What was so different about it? It looked like a standard brother/sister incest story. She skipped ahead a bit. The story revolved around a younger sister, trying to seduce her tall and dark older brother. Jackpot, Erica thought, grinning as she moved her hand beneath the covers in preparation, the other holding her phone. Swiping with her thumb, she started from the top and scrolled along as she read. The girl in the story was, strangely, also reading an erotic story. She followed its example in her quest to seduce her brother. A bit odd, but whatever, Erica thought and read on. She finished the story and then went back to certain select sections, focusing on the parts with sex in them. She re-read the part where the sister blew her brother, imagining her own brother in the role. His hands holding her face close to him as his cock pushed its way into her mouth. She could imagine herself licking along the lower part of his shaft and closing her lips hard around him. "Mmm..." she moaned quietly. The fantasy seemed to get more and more real as her pussy responded to the stimulation of her fingers, sending waves of pleasure through her. It grew in intensity until she couldn't hold herself back any longer. Erica came with a quiet groan, exhaling as the tremors of her orgasm left her body. She put the phone away and sighed contently before drifting off to sleep. ** The following day was a Saturday. Erica was awakened by her mother, the sun stinging her eyes as she inconsiderately pulled back the drapes of the window. "Morning, sleepyhead," her mother chirped. "Hnnnmm..." she groaned as answer and turned over. "Get up sweetie, we're all having breakfast together. You can't just lay in bed all day when your brother is home." "Uhhg... I'll be right there, Mom..." Erica sat up in her bed, fighting to keep her eyes open. She badly wanted to lay down again and hide in the warm embrace of her covers. She looked at the clock next to her bed with drowsy eyes. It was time to get up though. She lazily picked some clothes from the floor beside her bed and put them on. She left for the kitchen and found her family already sitting by the dinner table. Mom, Dad and her brother, who was home over the weekend. Visiting from college. "Look who's up." Her father, Carl, looked up from the newspaper and welcomed her with an affectionate smile. "Hi, Sis," Zack greeted, smiling at her as he chowed down on a sandwich. "Hi," Erica said, coughing to cover that the word had been spoken with a nervous whimper. She cringed at the slip. She needed to get a hold of herself. No sexy thoughts. Just breakfast. "Sit down Eri," her father encouraged. "There's cereal, eggs and pretty much anything you'd ever want on a piece of bread. Your mother really goes all out when Zack is home." He gestured over the table as he spoke. "Well it's not every day he is. Or nearly often enough for that matter," Erica's mother muttered, making Zack put on an apologetic smile. "Oh, go easy on the boy, Susan. He's got his hands full with college stuff, I bet." Erica sat down and picked out her breakfast. Zack sat opposite her. While she was dressed in a baggy t-shirt and the same pants as yesterday, her brother wore a newly ironed shirt which stretched just a bit over his pecs. His short dark hair was fixed in position by some hair wax, looking just messy enough to be sexy, while her own brown hair was an actual mess. He had an amazing jawline, covered by a neatly trimmed 5 o'clock shadow which made him look closer to 30 than 21. She liked it. It made him look more like the reliable and experienced older brother he had always been for her. Erica found herself fantasizing, despite her better intentions. "-ant some more milk? Eri?" her mother interrupted. "Huh?" "I said I'm putting the milk back in the fridge, unless you need it. Honestly, you need to wake up, young lady," she admonished. "Oh, no. That's fine," Erica replied, pulling herself back to reality and her, perhaps a bit too dry, bowl of cereal. "Looks like she can't believe her brother is home. It's okay to look away honey. He won't run off," her father joked. Erica cringed, hoping no one noticed the blood rushing to her face. "Ah, I'm sorry for not getting home more often, Sis. College is kind of busy," Zack said, smiling. "No, I-I'm fine. I get it," she stammered, getting redder. Her dad laughed and her mother scoffed, smiling ruefully at her, hopefully just thinking she was being silly and overly attached to her older brother. "You could come over to visit me, if you'd like. I could show you around the campus, maybe even introduce you to some hot college guys," Zack said encouragingly, winking at the last part. "No way," their mother intervened, giving Zack a sharp look. "No guys, and no parties. Other than that I think it sounds like a great idea." "I was kidding, Mom," Zack assured, smiling. "But really, I'd love to have you over. We haven't spent a lot of time together lately." "Sounds good to me," her dad chimed in. Erica noticed that everyone had turned to look at her, waiting for her response. "Y-yeah, sounds good. I'd love to." "It's decided then. Next weekend works, right?" Susan asked. Erica nodded. "Good. It's good for siblings to be close. It'll give your father and I some much needed alone time as well." Her father coughed and nearly spat out his coffee at that remark, then sat down his cup with a knowing smile. "Jeesh, at least try to be discreet about it, will you..." Zack muttered, prompting a mischievous smile from his mother. "I think I'm done," Erica said, standing up from her chair with the bowl in hand. "Yeah, I don't blame you..." Zack muttered. Erica walked over to the dishwasher and put the bowl and spoon in. She should probably be more disgusted with the thought of her parents having sex, but she didn't really care much. She didn't get why other people were so opposed to the idea. They were attractive people after all. Them not having sex would have been a bad sign. Anyway, she was much more concerned with the idea of her visiting her brother, and staying over. It was a very small apartment, with only one bed. Had no one else thought of that? No, he probably had an extra mattress or something, if you could fit that in there. She left for her room and sighed after closing the door. In a way she had been looking forward to her brother leaving, if only so that her overactive imagination could get a chance to calm down. That wasn't likely to happened now, with these new plans. She was going to be horny as hell all week. Erica grabbed some fresh clothes and went to take a shower. While in there she took the opportunity to get off. She slipped her fingers inside her pussy, the other hand over her mouth, and masturbated as quietly as she could. She needed it badly and came very quickly, her wet opening desperately grabbing at the fingers she had stuck inside. An effort to clean her vagina resulted in more rubbing and fingering. She grabbed her breast with her other hand, imagining it was her brother touching her. She came for the second time, holding back a high pitched whimper from becoming a scream. "Uuugh, god..." she whispered, sliding down to the floor with her back against the shower wall. She shook off the exhaustion before someone wondered what she was doing in there and cleaned herself off quickly. Erica felt a lot better with clean clothes on and her needs taken care of. She had needed that. Her father and brother were still sitting at the dinner table, chatting over another cup of coffee. "Man, you guys are slow," she teased and sat down next to Zack. "This doesn't count as breakfast, we're just having coffee," her brother replied. "Besides, I don't think you're in a position to say anything with how long you just spent in the shower. Were you inspecting the pipes or something?" he joked smugly. "N-no! Women just need more time to get ready," she lied. "Don't I know it..." Carl sighed, taking another sip. Erica scoffed at him and grabbed the newspaper, putting a stop to the conversation. While her father and brother got back to whatever they had been discussing she skimmed the articles in the paper. Nothing interesting. Her thoughts instead drifted to the stories she'd read yesterday, especially the last one. It was an odd one, for sure. It read like any other story, but you could also interpret it as instructions, of a sort. The heroine of the story had hinted at her attraction to her brother through some sort of code. What had it been? Something she recognized from school, about cells and biology... Mitosis? Yeah, that was it. Curious, she got out her cellphone and looked it up. She scrolled lazily through the Wikipedia article. Such a weird subject to use as a code word. But that was probably the point. It was obscure and boring enough that it wasn't something that would normally come up in discussion and at the same time well known enough that you could explain it away if you wanted to. Her brother and father were still talking. Could she try it? It would be pretty fun to be secretly hitting on him, and in front of their father no less. He wouldn't realize, of course. Or would he? She had found out about the site while looking for porn on his laptop, but there had only been a single saved visit to the site that she'd seen. Honestly, didn't he know about incognito mode? The odds were pretty low that he even used the site, in her estimation. There had been mostly normal porn videos in his history, from what she had had time to see. Mostly POV stuff with petite brown haired girls, which had been exciting in itself, but nothing about incest. He probably wasn't into that. Right? Still, there was a small chance. She wished that wasn't the reason the idea was so appealing to her. She stared at the screen of her phone as she tried to resolve her inner conflict. "Well, I guess I should take advantage of the shower finally being unoccupied," her father said, standing up. "Be quick dear," Susan said from he other room. "I need to fix my hair and freshen up a bit." She said that, but she already looked great. She always seemed to put in just a little bit more effort whenever Zack was home, whether she realized it or not. "Right, I need to get some studying done this weekend," Zack said, standing up to leave. "Uuuh..." Erica hesitated. "Um, d-did you know that... um..." She looked back at the part in the article she had just read. "What?" her brother asked. "No, I was just saying, like... Did you know a starfish can regenerate an arm?" She felt butterflies in her stomach as she spoke, rambling and uncertain. "Uh... okay?" "Yeah, it's through a process called Mitosis. It's, um, pretty interesting," she finished. "Right. I'll call you if I ever decide to become a marine biologist," he said, giving her an odd look then shaking his head with an amused smile. Erica felt a little lightheaded as her brother left to put his coffee cup in the dishwasher. That had been stupid, and not nearly as fun as she had imagined. Well, a little fun maybe. She heard a crash of porcelain from the kitchen, followed by a gasp. "Jesus, Zack! What happened?" her mother exclaimed with concern in her voice. "Um, n-nothing. I just... dropped my cup. I'm sorry..." "You scared me sweetie. Don't worry, I'll clean that up for you." Erica froze. That didn't mean anything, did it? She didn't dare to turn around and look. Just... pretend you're reading the newspaper, she told herself. She hardly breathed while she listened to her mother pick up the pieces of porcelain and her brother excusing his clumsiness. Surely it didn't mean anything. He just dropped the mug on accident. Not because he recognized the code word. Right? Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, she cursed at her stupidity. She wasn't sure she could live with herself if her brother found out how much of a pervert she really was. If he sat her down to explain how it was inappropriate for her to think of him in that way she would just die on the spot. Then again, if he had recognized it, didn't that mean he was into that stuff? Or did it? She could feign innocence. It was a coincidence. She just happened to read an interesting fact online and wanted to share it. That was the point of using it as a code word, wasn't it? Yeah. She could just drop a few more random facts around him and her parents to sell her alibi. It would work. It had probably just been coincidence that he dropped the mug anyway. ** Despite her newfound resolve Erica spent most of the day inside her room, away from her brother. She made it through dinner with minimal eye contact and while keeping her expression as natural as she could make it. She hadn't dared look at him directly. She spent most of the evening listening to music and browsing Facebook. As the calm of evening arrived, covering the street outside her window in darkness, she was finally able to calm down. With idle curiosity she opened a tab for the site she had visited yesterday. What was it the story had said? What happened after the girl in the story hinted at her attraction to her brother? Erica found the passage and read it. Then she read it again, and again. God, that sounds even hotter now, she thought. She was getting very excited, the wet spot between her legs screaming for attention. The girl in the story was supposed to meet her brother in a secluded room of the house at midnight. The laundry room was the room of choice in the story. If he walked in at just the right time and found her on her knees, that would signal they both agreed to act out the events, more or less as written in the story. Erica suddenly felt warm. Her heart was beating fast and apparently pumping most of that blood up into her face. It was 22.23 in the evening and her parents were just getting ready for bed. What if her brother was doing the same thing she was? Could he be reading the story right now and considering the instructions it gave? Would he possibly ever consider doing that to her? No. She was being silly and letting her imagination run away with her. Surely he wasn't. But what if? If he didn't show up she could just get back to bed, feeling a lot more certain that he had never realized anything. Erica mulled over her options for a little over an hour before coming to a decision. In the end, the itch between her legs that she refused to take care of decided for her. She just had to find out. The house was dark, her parents long since asleep. Carefully she opened the door to the laundry room, which seemed to creak much louder than usual. The laundry room lay between the garage and the hall by the front door, which made it the safest room in the house to make noise in. "Jesus, what the hell am I doing?" Erica whispered to herself. She looked at her phone. Seven minutes to twelve. She crossed her arms around the t-shirt she had decided to wear over one of her sexiest pairs of panties. No bra. The room was much colder than the rest of the house, sending shivers down her spine. Time passed slowly as she paced back and forth in the small room. The knot in her stomach begged her to leave. To go back to her room and just forget about the whole thing, but she stayed. Two minutes to midnight. One minute. Still about one minute. She swallowed loudly and watched the door. There. Midnight. Nothing happened. She listened carefully, but there was no sound. Not a single creak from a floorboard or door. She sighed deeply, at the same time relieved and dreadfully disappointed. What the hell had she been thinking anyway? Like there was any chance tha- Suddenly, she heard a door open. Careful, slow footsteps could be heard from outside in the hallway. Fuck! She stood still, frozen, until the handle of the door started moving. Without thought she dropped down to her knees, as she was supposed to. She immediately regretted the choice though. What the hell was she doing on her knees in the laundry room? She should have at least brought some clothes to wash as an excuse. "Hello?" Her brother's voice was low, nervous. She didn't answer. He noticed her quickly however, sitting in the middle of the room, as soon as he turned on the light. He seemed to recoil at the sight of her and swore silently to himself. For a long time, they looked at each other. He watched his sister sitting on the hard floor, on her knees, wearing a white t-shirt that only barely covered her red panties. She looked up at her brother, in a dark t-shirt and jeans, towering over her. Slowly, he closed the door behind him. His breathing was heavy and the bright light in the room clearly revealed the hard-on in his pants. Erica tried not to look at it, wanting to keep eye contact with him. He walked closer to her, making it even harder not to look at the bulge directly in front of her. Without a word he moved his hands to his waist and started unbuttoning his pants. Erica's gaze followed his hands, watching silently as he pulled his pants down and fished his erection out from his boxer shorts. Erica could feel her mouth salivate at the sight of it. Her own brother's cock. It was as beautiful as she'd imagined. She didn't have too much experience with penises, but she was already sure this was her favorite. It twitched, just a few inches from her face. She desperately wanted to tell him to do something, but couldn't get the words out. Instead she opened her mouth as far as she could and stuck out her tongue, while looking up at him. Inviting him in. She could tell that had an effect. Her brother's face, usually so gentle and loving, had a look on it that she'd never seen before. "Fuuuck," he growled under his breath and shoved himself forward inconsiderately. Erica grunted as she was forced back, the back of her head pushed against the drawer behind her. From her mouth to the side of her nose and up above her eye, her brother's cock lay pushed up against her. She whimpered as much from surprise as excitement. Its impressive girth seemed to pulse against her, comfortably warm against her skin. Even the smell excited her. It was recently washed by the smell of soap emanating from it, yet the distinct scent unique to him still came through strongly. She breathed it in as he grabbed her head and pushed against her harder. Not rubbing, just holding his member against her face. "Bro..." she started, but couldn't think of what to say. Her thoughts felt slow, like the incredulity and thrill of the situation was clogging up her brain. He suddenly backed away, removing his cock from its resting place on her face and nearly making Erica grunt in disappointment. "No, please don't sto-uhmmf!" Before she could react he thrust forward again, shoving his erect member between her lips as she was talking. Erica recoiled from surprise but he followed, pushing forward until she was trapped against the drawer once again. With an eager grunt her brother shoved himself further in, the tip hitting the back of her mouth and making her gag reflexively. Luckily he pulled back instead of trying to push on, letting his cock move back and forth inside his sister's mouth. He held on to her hair, leaving Erica no choice but to accept her fate as her brother's cock face-fucked her aggressively. Metasis "Mmmfg. Mhhffgg! Mmmhm..." was all she could get out as wet, sloppy sounds drowned out her moans. She wouldn't have told him to stop, if she could talk. She had wanted her brother to ravage her for a long time. And to be fair, he was following the instructions in the story very closely. This was exactly what she had hoped for. His cock slammed into her, again and again, as she savored his wonderful flavor. She felt small streams of saliva spill from her mouth and dribble down her chin. Moans escaped from deep inside her throat as Erica finally realized she could use her tongue. She slid it over his shaft and tried lapping at the cock in her mouth as best she could. Zack was still grunting and groaning, as well as swearing silently under his breath. Erica's hands clutched her legs tightly as she let him have his way with her. He kept pushing just a bit too far, coming up against the back of mouth. She moaned in protest, but he either couldn't hear or didn't care. "God damn it, Sis," he grunted. Erica leaned her head back a little and looked up at her brother, holding his gaze. That seemed to spur him on and he thrust as far inside as possible, ignoring her panicked and muffled protests. After a moment of resistance and gagging, his large cock slid down her throat. Alarm and excitement flared up in equal parts as Erica felt his member fill her airways. He pushed even further, putting her nose hard against his stomach and jamming his cock deeper inside her throat. She felt her lust and eagerness to be used by him take over as he held her in that position. This was exactly what she'd fantasized about, if only in her most depraved moments. Her brother was finally using her, like the slut she wanted to be for him, for his own satisfaction. Erica groaned with pleasure, loud enough that it could be heard and sent vibrations along the dick lodged in her throat. Zack seemed to respond with a groan of his own, and pulled back out her as he came. Streams of warm fluid shot into her throat, and then into her mouth. Erica tried her best to control herself but gagged and coughed reflexively between breaths that were desperate for air, making her sputter and eject most of the cum down her chin. Zack deposited a final spurt of semen on her tongue, which she managed to keep inside, before pulling out completely. "Aaahgg! Aaah... ah..." Erica gasped, finally able to breathe properly. She wasn't sure how long he'd held her like that, but she felt slightly lightheaded. She looked up at her brother, who looked bewildered and guilty. He didn't regret it, did he? Before she could say anything he turned to leave, bumping into the door in his hurry to get out. "Zack..." she called out for him, but too late. More cum and saliva spilled out of her mouth, sliding over her lips, and dripped down on the floor. Erica sighed. Well, he was supposed to just use her and leave, but his bewildered expression worried her. Still, that had been hot. Like, mind-blowingly hot. There was still some or his semen left in her mouth. It tasted a bit weird, but she decided she liked it. That was probably more because of who it came from than the actual taste though. She stood up on trembling legs, walking carefully to the door and toward the bathroom. Erica locked the door behind her and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a mess and glistening fluids ran down her chin and throat, staining her t-shirt. She smiled and scooped up more of the mixture of cum and saliva, sticking it back into her mouth. With her other hand she slid her fingers under her panties, finding her pussy already drenched. "Oh, god..." she moaned, putting two digits inside her sex. She was desperate for release and it didn't take long for her panting to culminate into a pleasure-filled screech as she came hard, holding onto the sink. She let the cum spill out of her mouth, spitting out the rest, and leaned back against the opposite wall. "Fuck, Bro. That was amazing..." Still fingering herself slowly, she licked off the fingers of her other hand, swallowing the small amount of semen on them despite just having spat the rest of it out. She'd swallow it all next time, just not when it had gone cold and he wasn't even watching. "God, I hope there's a next time," she whispered. She stood there for a while, going over the events of the night in her head, committing it all to memory. After, she washed off her face and got the stains out of her t-shirt as best she could. Satisfied with the results, she smiled at herself in the mirror before walking back to her room. Erica drifted off to sleep without much effort. ** Things were awkward between them the following day. Zack seemed to avoid her, never looking her in the eyes. It was understandable, but also very worrying. Did he regret it? Or did he think he'd been too rough with her? How could she communicate that it was okay if he didn't even give her the opportunity to smile at him? Their parents being around didn't make it any easier. "You've been keeping up with your studies, I assume?" their father asked, watching Zack struggle with his bags. "Of course," he responded without taking his eyes off the luggage. "Not to much drinking and chasing skirts, I hope. Why, I remember how it was back then, surrounded by all those girls. But it's important to also remember to stu-" "I'm sure Zack is behaving," Susan interrupted her husband, giving him a dangerous look. Carl coughed and wiped the dreamy look off his face. "Well, I'm just saying it's important to study, is all..." "I know, Dad. Thanks," Zack said. "It's about time we left," Susan said. "The bus leaves in thirty minutes. Say goodbye to your father and sister, Zack." Erica fidgeted at the mention of her name. They usually embraced affectionately when he left, but she wasn't sure if he would this time. "Goodbye, Son. Take care," Carl said, hugging his son in that macho way guys always do, tapping Zack's back with his hand and breaking away as quickly as they had embraced. "Bye, Dad. Bye, Sis," Zack mumbled, reaching his hand out at her in a gesture halfway between a handshake and a wave. "Bye..." Erica whispered. Her mother and brother left, closing the door behind them without another word. Erica sighed. She should probably text him to clear things up, but she didn't know if she dared. She noticed her father looking at her, concern in his eyes. "Did you guys have a fight?" he asked. "W-what? No!" she said, way too defensively. "Right. Well, you know your brother loves you, right? That's more important than any disagreement." "We didn't fight." "Okay. I'm just saying, since you're visiting him next week. I want you to enjoy your time together. So make sure whatever you end up doing is something that you'll both enjoy." Erica could feel her face turn red from her father's advice. If he only knew. She turned away and walked toward her room. "Okay. Thanks, Dad," she said, almost managing to keep the tone of her voice normal. ** The week passed quickly, without a single message from her brother. Only a desperate, solitary "Bro?" begging for attention on her screen. Erica's parents were still sold on the idea of getting the house to themselves. There was no escaping it. "You two have a good time now, you hear?" her mother said, smiling and pushing her toward the bus. "And take good care of your brother." "I will," Erica assured her mother, though she wasn't so sure about that. The trip felt longer than usual. She finally arrived and navigated her way through the city's transportation system, ending up in front of his apartment. Zack opened the door, looking a bit nervous, and greeted his sister. "Hey Eri. How was the trip?" "Fine," Erica answered and returned his awkward embrace. He wore jeans and a red t-shirt, tight against his well defined body. He looked good, but uncertain. Erica bit her lip in frustration. She took off her jacket while he carried her bag into the small apartment. The room contained a bed, a desk, a small table and a compact kitchen. Not bad considering how some dorms looked, but still very small. At least he had it to himself. "So. I was thinking I could take you on a tour of the city and campus tomorrow. Other than that I'm open to ideas if there's anything you wanna do." He looked at her, but quickly turned away and cleared his throat. "Uh, I've borrowed a mattress to put on the floor. I'll just have to move around some stuff. You can take the bed. What do you think?" "Yeah. Sounds good. But um..." Erica hesitated. She couldn't put it off any longer. "About last week..." Zack looked like he had been expecting that. He cursed silently and looked down at his feet with a guilty expression. "Listen, Sis. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I thought you were giving me some kind of signal. Not that it's any excuse and, uh... I-" he rambled. "But I did!" Erica interrupted, surprised at the intensity of her feelings. "I guess I figured that, but... It's still not right. I'm your big brother. I know you look up to me and stuff and I just... sort of... abused that, maybe. I always pushed you into things you were afraid of as kids, you know? But this..." He looked pained as he spoke. As though he had spent way too much time thinking about what had happened. Erica felt a sudden pang of sympathy for her brother, along with anger. How dare he just take responsibility like that? It had been her idea from the start. "Shut up! I'm not a kid anymore!" she screamed at him. That jolted him back to attention. "I just told you I did give you those signals. I invited you to do that to me! I have a mind of my own, you know? So maybe I wanted to suck my brother's cock. Isn't that my decision to make?" Erica stopped screaming, realizing there were apartments just like this one all around them. Zack looked a bit shell-shocked by her sudden outburst, staring at her with his mouth half open. "Uh, you wanted to..." he started. "Yes," Erica said, cutting him off once again. She leaned in, before he could say any more dumb shit, and brought her lips to his. She had to stand on her toes and hold on to his shoulders to reach as she kissed her brother for the first time in a very long time. Luckily, he didn't resist. His arms wrapped around her waist as he relented and let her slip just a little bit of tongue into his mouth. It wasn't the best kiss she'd ever had, but it was certainly the wildest and most arousing. She was acutely aware that she was kissing her brother, part of her mind screaming it in jubilation, and that made it that much more exciting. It was obvious as they passionately clung together, despite what he had said prior, that he felt somewhat the same way. She hardly noticed as she fell along with her brother, landing on top of him on his bed. By necessity that broke their embrace and they both panted heavily, hungry for oxygen. Erica sat up, gladly straddling her brother, and looked him in the eyes with a wide grin. "That shut you up, huh?" she said in a smug tone. At first Zack looked like he was going to protest again. However, a smile quickly broke through his serious facade, turning into laughter as he looked at her. "What?" Erica asked indignantly. "-ah... Sorry. It's just funny... This wasn't how I imagined this day would go." "You seemed to enjoy it." "I did. That was... amazing. I mean... you are amazing, Eri," he said, a shit-eating grin on his face. God damn it! How come he could act like a fool, only to melt her anger away with a single smile? "So... what you said before... You were okay with what happened? Even though I got a bit, um, carried away... I am your brother," he continued. "And I'm your sister," she responded. "That didn't seem to stop you from face-fucking me against the drawer." Zack flushed red, still a bit guilty about that. "Uh, yeah..." "It was fucking hot," Erica said, leaning forward, "and I loved every moment of it." "Jesus, Sis..." he responded, eyes wide. He paused for a moment. "So, uh, what do we do now?" Erica thought about how to put it. "Well, maybe instead of walking around campus tomorrow you could give me the grand tour of your bed." Zack rolled his eyes. "Jeesh, even now your jokes are corny." Erica slapped his arm in retribution, to which he only grinned wider. "Corny or not, it didn't make you any less aroused," she pointed out, directing her second slap at the outline of his erect cock, right in front of where she was straddling him. That got more of a reaction out of him. "Ow, ow! I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Stop it," he pleaded, still smiling. She stopped, rubbing affectionately along the bulging shape instead to comfort it. "God damn it, Sis. That's worse. In a way," he said, looking painfully horny. She loved the way his eyes seemed to hunger for her as she stroked his aching cock. "I'm going to be honest with you, Eri. I know it's wrong and stuff, but I'm just waiting for your say-so to fuck you silly right now," he groaned. Erica giggled with joy. This was it. What she had been fantasizing about for so long. She wanted to get on with it, to embrace the cock she had tasted almost a week ago inside her pussy, but she also wanted to make the moment last. Zack was practically squirming with desire for her, caught between her legs. His gaze traveled with an almost tangible intensity over her body, taking it all in. Lusting for it. "...yes," she said finally. "Let's do it." Her brother's face lit up as she got to work with the button and zipper of his jeans. "Wait," Zack said, grabbing her hand to stop her. "There's one thing I need to do first, just so that we're even." "Huh?" Erica asked just as he moved, taking hold of her and lifting her up with him as he stood. Zack turned around and threw his sister back on the bed, coming down on top of her before she could react. He started unbuttoning her pants instead, much more proficiently than she had. "Wha-" Erica asked, surprised. But she realized what he was doing as he pulled her pants off, throwing them on the floor. "Oh god, Bro." she moaned in anticipation, pulling off her blouse as he removed his t-shirt. He looked as hot as ever. His torso and muscles were well defined and probably hard earned. Erica was glad she had had the foresight to put on a sexier pair of underwear before she left. Zack soon lay between her legs, his head just above her crotch. She felt terribly self conscious, having him inspect her most intimate parts so closely. He could probably tell how aroused she was. "Eeek!" she cried out as her brother put two fingers on her black, lacy panties. The fingers circled gently on top of the material, pleasantly rubbing the pussy beneath it. "Mmmm..." she moaned, hands clutching the bed covers. "You like that?" Zack asked, kissing her inner thighs as he continued to tease her with his fingers. "Yeah..." Erica panted. She wanted to say more, to elaborate, but the sensation of her brother's fingers was much too distracting. He kept it up. Slowly getting further down her legs with his mouth and getting more aggressive with his fingers. It was torture for her. Wonderful torture. "Please..." she said, gasping and squirming with her legs in frustration. She couldn't wait a second longer. Her hands fumbled with her panties, trying to pull them down. "Please what?" Zack asked, amused. "Just... go for it. Please?" she pleaded, holding his gaze with begging eyes. Zack sighed dramatically. "Fine. If I must." He grinned wider as he helped her, pulling the flimsy piece of fabric down her legs and wiggling it off her foot when it stuck to her toes. Zack paused for a moment to take in the sight of her bared pussy. Much too long, in Erica's opinion. Enough time for her to get embarrassed, despite the overwhelming desire that demanded most of her attention. This was her own brother after all. Then, just as she was about to ask what was wrong, he leaned in and made contact with her waiting slit. "Aaaah! Oh, oh fuck!" she cried out. She felt like she would come from the sensation of his lips alone, kissing and sliding up and down her wet sex. She arched her back, squirming and pushing as if to get away from the guilty pleasure of it. Her hands placed on his head, she pushed her brother harder into her. He licked, lapping up the abundant juices along the valley between the lips of her pussy and made contact with her clitoris. "Aahhh! Ah! Ah! Eeee!" she squeaked, closing her legs around his head as he inserted two fingers into her. She came. It was unlike any orgasm she'd ever experienced, powerful and intense. Erica found herself screaming with pleasure, her brother's tongue still wonderfully attentive between her legs. She convulsed as the orgasm lingered, shivers traveling like jolts of electricity along her naked skin. The sensation faded, but only to a point. Her pussy still felt aflame with desire for her brother's touch. Erica looked down to find him watching her, the lower half of his face glistening. "Oh god," she exclaimed, this time out of embarrassment. Her face turned red and she brought up a hand in an attempt to hide from her shame. No matter how many times she'd fantasized about these kind of things she could not help but feel a little ashamed over what she'd done. I... I just came from my own brother eating me out... and now he's covered in my juices... she thought with mixed terror and incestuous thrill. "Fuck, Sis. That was great," Zack said, panting. "Wha- It... It was?" she replied, uncertain and feeling more vulnerable now that her lust had subsided to manageable levels. "Hell yes! I'm not usually super into eating girls out... but I think if it was your pussy I could lap at it all day," he said excitedly, emphasizing his words with another lick of her still wet mound. "Might have something to do with you being my sister. Which is pretty fucked up, if you think about it." "N-no it's not," she objected. "Well, you would say that, wouldn't you?" he said, smiling at her. He pulled himself up, fluids dripping down his chin onto her stomach. He finally looked like she was used to seeing him. Confident and in control. He put his hand over her shoulder and brought his face closer to hers. "I love you, Sis," he whispered. Erica felt her face turn an even deeper shade of red. "I-I love you too, Bro," she stammered. "I really d-" He interrupted her with a kiss. Calmer than the one before, but still as passionate. She gratefully accepted it, uncaring of the drops of fluid from her pussy that mixed with their saliva. He reached around her as they paused to breathe, his fingers tracing the strap of her bra. Erica felt him undo the strap without much trouble, expertly pulling it off her. She didn't want to think about who had taught him to handle them so proficiently. "Damn. My sister's tits," Zack mumbled. "Never thought I'd enjoy seeing them so much." "...they're too small," Erica said, deep-rooted doubts about her own body showing in her uncertainty. Zack had probably been with lots of sexy big-chested college girls. Part of her wondered how she could hope to compare. Zack frowned. "They're perfect. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." He grabbed both her breasts, kneading them in his hands, and bent down to carefully suck on her right nipple. "I've seen smaller, Sis," he said. "These are great. Besides, big boobs are overrated in my opinion." He continued caressing her breasts as he went back and forth between them. Licking, sucking and teasing her hard nipples. Metasis Erica breathed hard. The cold air made her naked skin tingle, contrasted against the wet and warm affections of her brother's mouth. She watched him worship her breasts. He truly seemed to think they were great, as he had said. The warmth in her pussy built again as he painted her tits in saliva with his tongue. Looking down, she could see he was still very much erect underneath his unzipped jeans. That was just like him. Always looking after the needs of his little sister first. Hiding any discomfort he himself felt behind a smile. "Fuck me," she begged, strongly feeling the need to be filled. That got his attention, and he looked up from her firm, wet nipples. She thought she could see a bit of that animalistic spark in his eyes he had displayed about a week ago. He wanted it as much as she, perhaps more. "Fuck me. Please?" she repeated. He didn't answer her. No teasing words or comforting compliments. He just stood up and took off the rest of his clothing, boxer shorts releasing his rigid cock. Erica stayed on the bed, sweating, with her legs spread before him. She'd hardly done anything, yet she felt like she had just run ten miles. He sat back down on the bed, knees inside her spread legs. She watched carefully as his member came down to rest on her lower stomach. She could feel the heat radiating from it. She needed to feel it inside her. "This is it," Zack said to himself, taking a deep breath. "I'm really about to fuck my little sister." He looked at her. "You know we can never tell anyone about this, right? This is... incest." He said the word hesitantly, as if he was afraid someone would punish him just for thinking it. "I won't. Ever. I promise," Erica assured him. "God, Bro. I going to want to keep doing this. There's no way I'd jeopardize that." He grinned. "Good. I hoped you would say that. I'm not going to be able to look at you the same after this, I think. Still... Well... I'm still your brother. It feels kind of wrong." "I know you're my brother. That's why I want you. You're the one who's always been there for me. I love you. So please, please, please fuck me already." She felt frustration return to her voice. He was such a blockhead. He, apparently, found her outburst amusing. "I'm sorry for doubting you, Sis. I will," he conceded, pulling back and aiming his cockhead toward her opening. He pushed against her, forcing his way inside. Erica gasped at the sensation of having her brother's engorged head inside of her. He took his time pushing forward, making her endure every inch of him as it entered her pussy. "Mmm... God... Zack, I... Fuck..." she moaned, breathing hard. His cock burned inside her pussy, rubbing against her walls as more and more of it filled her. Zack watched her with a lust filled glee, clearly aware of the effect it was having on her. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. My own brother's dick... What the fuck are you doing Erica? God, but it's sooo good... her jumbled thoughts screamed inside her head. "You... Cock-Mmm... Oh, fuck!" she mumbled, finding it difficult to talk. He bottomed out inside her with a content sigh. "God damn. I can't believe I'm actually inside you, Sis," he said, groaning. Erica didn't, couldn't, answer him. Instead she moaned in agreement, mouth half open and eyes locked with his, breathing hard. This was turning her on immensely. It was like a different experience entirely from sex as she knew it. "I'm fucking my own sister..." Zack repeated. Erica let out a sound halfway between a moan and a squeak, biting her lip and covering her eyes with her arm. He moved inside her, sliding in and out again. Pleasure radiated out from where he rubbed against her walls, which were holding on to his cock tightly. "You like it I mention that?" he asked. "When I mention how good it feels to be fucking my little sister?" He emphasized the word with a hard push, his dick making its presence know as it forced its way back deeper inside her. "Hnnggf- Ah! Ah!" she exclaimed, nodding in agreement. Zack groaned, pounding his sister's hole faster. The creaking of the bed, their moans and the wet sounds of her brother thrusting into her filled the room. Erica could feel a powerful orgasm rising deep inside her. "I-I'm going to come," her brother warned first. It was safe. She realized they hadn't talked about it, but she was on the pill so it shouldn't be a problem. She wanted him to come inside. "I-Ah. Mmm... Jus-Ah!" she tried, her voice feeble. He slowed down reluctantly, uncertain of what to do. Erica leaned up and grabbed his shoulders instead, hoping he could see the intense lust she felt reflected in her eyes. Hoping it would keep him from pulling away. Zack hesitated a moment but then took hold of his sister's waist, hauling her up on top of his bent legs. Her forehead met his as they locked together in a upright embrace. Their warm breaths and moans mixed in the slice of air between them. His cock thrust deeper inside her as he lifted her, with her help, on and off himself. Erica felt the orgasm rise inside her. She cried out in pleasure just before it consumed her, turning her cry into a high pitch squeak. Her arms tightened around her brother as she came, holding on to him for dear life with her head hovering over his shoulder. He obviously noticed his sister coming and groaned louder has he let her ride out the orgasm while impaled on his cock. Erica was in heaven. Wonderful jolts of pleasure shot through her body while Zack blessedly continued to fuck her. The orgasm lasted as long as she'd ever experienced, yet was over much too soon. All energy seemed to leave her body and she collapsed with a sigh into her brother's arms. Zack came not long after. "Ah, fuuuck!" he groaned as his semen filled her pussy. Warm liquid shot out in jets inside her, plastering her walls with his cum. Erica smiled. Happy, but tired. "Fuck... God damn, Sis..." Zack said in an exhausted voice as they slumped down on the bed together. "That was amazing!" Erica said, smiling at him with glittering eyes. She felt like giggling. This was all she had wanted for so long, and it was just as good as she had hoped. "So you're going to let me have you again?" he asked, rolling off of her. "Definitely," she answered without pause. "You can have me any time you want from now on. Or rather, I hope to have you as many times as I want." "I'll certainly try not to let you down," he said, grinning. Erica climbed up on top of her brother's chest. Her leg over his and her breasts resting comfortably against his hard, muscled form, while tracing a finger over his pecs. "I'm sure you won't," she whispered, kissing him on the cheek. "You never do." ** "So I was thinking I could, hmmhh, show you this- oh, fuck -uh, this part of campus first," he said, gesturing at the screen to her left. Erica looked up from between her arms, planted on the desk. The pale yellow wood of it and the white wall in front of her took up most of her field of vision. She could hardly see the map on the screen, but nodded in agreement. "Th-that sounds good," she answered him. "After that I'll take you to a-" He grunted as he pushed into her again. "-a nice resturant I know of. Shit, it's the least you deserve, Sis." Erica held herself harder against the desk as her brother sped up, pounding her bare ass from behind. "I'm not- hnnng -doing this for a free dinner," she chided him. "I know... mmm... It's just... no one knows you're my sister here," he paused to grunt as she clamped down harder on his cock, "and I figured... if people think we're dating, I wouldn't need to keep my hands off you in public." Erica smiled. She loved how quickly he had gotten used to the idea of their illicit relationship. They had fucked near constantly since yesterday and he already seemed to feel completely comfortable being naked in her presence. "Thanks, Bro," she said to him, giddy with the prospect of pretending to be his girlfriend in front of his classmates. "I'd love to." He didn't want to keep his hands off her in public, huh? She wondered how far she would be able to push that. Her mischievous smile was interrupted by her rising orgasm. She was right on the verge of coming when a phone rang, vibrating on the wood next to her. Zack slowed and turned it around, checking the screen as he continued to thrust into her. "Fuck!" he cursed. "It's Mom. We were supposed to call her." "D-don't pick up," she told him. He didn't stop, but neither did the ringing of his phone. "She's not hanging up. I have to answer, Sis. You know how worried she gets..." Erica grunted her disapproval. He was right though. It wasn't like they couldn't get back to it after the call. That logic seemed weak pitted against the feeling of her brother's dick being pulled out of her wanting pussy, leaving her horny and unfulfilled. She sat down on the floor, leaned back against the desk and sighed loudly. "Hello? Hi, Mom," Zack answered the phone. "No. Sorry, I didn't hear it. No, no we're fine. Just, uh, making plans for today... No, we didn't sleep all morning. Just taking it slow today." There was something funny about seeing her brother standing stark naked, making excuses to their mother with his mostly hard dick swinging around. On an impulse Erica crawled forward to her brother, a mischievous smile on her face. Before he could react she was in front of him, quickly closing her lips around his swollen head and sucking on it hard. "Yeah, I wi- Ah, fuuck!" he exclaimed at the sensation. His face turned red as he realized he'd spoken directly into the phone. "N-no! I just, uh, stubbed my toe. Sorry, Mom. No, no, I'm fine. Don't worry," he spoke, a trace of panic in his voice. Erica took about half his length inside her mouth, leaving it open and sticking her tongue out as far as she could get it beneath him. She looked up at him just as he gazed down at her and put on her most innocent, wide eyed expression. It had the desired effect. She could feel the annoyance melt from his face as found his cute younger sister gobbling up his cock. "Eh, no. She's in the bathroom. Y-yeah. I'll tell her. Have to go now. Yeah, call you later. Promise." He finally hung up, cursing with relief. "Fuuck. Holy fuck..." He looked down at her, frowning. "You're really naughty, Sis," he said, not sounding too upset with her as she pulled away from him slowly, lips closed around him until his dick pulled free from her mouth. "And you are a good liar," she countered, licking his shaft in long strokes. "I have to be, don't I?" "Come inside my mouth this time," she asked him, changing the subject. "If you insist," he said, chuckling to himself. It didn't take long for her to finish him off. The familiar taste of her brother's cum filled her mouth as he groaned with pleasure. As she had decided a week back, she didn't let his semen go to waste this time. She let him recover to make sure he saw it before she gulped, swallowing the thick liquid. It wasn't as easy as she had thought, but her efforts were rewarded by a look of shock in her brother's face as he watched his little sister swallow his cum. Not bad, she decided. Definitely better when it's warm. She grinned and opened her mouth for him, providing him with proof of what she'd just done. Let's see those college sluts top that, she thought proudly. "Damn, Sis," he commented, picking her up easily and sitting down on the bed with her in his lap. "You keep surprising me. Here I was thinking my little sister was such an innocent girl." "I am," she insisted, offended that he would think otherwise. "I'm just a slut for you." "Good," he said, smiling, and pulled her in for a kiss. ** The bus ride home was one of the longest she had ever taken. She sighed, leaning her head against the rain-pelted window. She was going to spend the night alone in her own bed once again. That felt like cruel and unusual punishment now that she had finally gotten to experience sex with her brother. Her mind was already made up though. She would come back to live with him in the city. They had discussed some of her plans. She had put off going to college for a year until now, taking a few courses from home, but now she was certain of what to do. She would get into the same one as her brother. Applications were just a few weeks away. If that didn't work out, she could always get a job in the city. She couldn't stay living at home her whole life anyway. In the mean time she would have to make do with visits. That and sending dirty pictures. Though that might be a bit risky. She brought up the erotica site she usually visited on her phone, making sure no one else could see what she was doing. She brought up the story that had started her down this path and scrolled to the ending. The girl in the story had found happiness with her brother as well. Obviously. How else could it end? Erica read the last lines with a smile on her face. There was no need to scroll back up to the sex scenes any longer. She had more than enough memories of her own to masturbate to, but she felt glad for the sake of that girl. Imagined though she may be. She couldn't tell anyone about her brother. No one except the girl in the story. "Thank you," she whispered.