13 comments/ 169934 views/ 80 favorites Moving In with My Brother By: sex4every1 My name is Jamie; I am a 27-year old blonde and this is the story of how me and my brother got 'together'. It was 2009 and I was living with my best friend Suzie when she decided to get engaged and move in with the guy; as I was unable to pay the rent on my own, nor find an affordable apartment in the three weeks notice she'd given me, I found myself suddenly without a roof over my head. My brother Jeff, 33, kindly offered to come and stay with him until I found a place of my own. Jeff was a bachelor by choice; although a bit on the chubby side, he is a very handsome, gentle and witty man, with a rather busy social life, switching girlfriends every couple of weeks. He said to make myself at home and we agreed that all rooms were common ground except for his bedroom and the guestroom, which was my room for the time being. The very first morning we had our first incident... Still half asleep, I walked into the bathroom without knocking and saw Jeff sitting on his knees on the floor, jerking his enormous penis... I mean, I'd had seen my share of naked men and he was definitely one of the biggest I had seen so far! Jeff jumped up and grabbed a nearby towel to cover himself up. I stumbled back, closed my eyes and said:"Sorry, sorry, sorry...." using my hands to find my way back out the door. I didn't reopen my eyes until I was back in the hallway, where I leaned against the wall to compose myself for a few seconds; it had been years since I had seen my brother naked, but boy had he grown!!! A few minutes later Jeff came out and dropped his head when he saw I was still standing in the hallway; he mumbled good morning and tried to pass me by as quickly as he could on his way to his room. I didn't want this little incident to become a problem and so I stepped in front of him and said:"Hey Jeff, I am sorry... I should have knocked instead of just barging in like that; this is completely my fault!" Jeff looked at me and said:"Forget about it, I should have..." I interjected him by saying:"Heck no, this is your place... I am just a guest here; and you shouldn't have to change your ways just because I am around; you just go about your business and do whatever you want, whenever you want to do it... I am the one that needs to adapt!" Jeff smiled and nodded appreciatively. "So, did you at least finish what you were doing?" I asked. He shook his head and said:"I couldn't..." as he continued towards his room. I walked into the bathroom and hit the shower, deciding to forget the whole incident. For a few days after that, everything was fine; by knocking every time I went to the bathroom or toilet, we managed to avoid any further incidents. Until one morning, when I deviated from my usual pattern: when I woke up, I realized that I hadn't contacted my boss to let him know I'd be in late; I had an appointment with a realtor who was going to show me some last minute apartments. Remembering my cell phone was probably still in my purse, I hurried downstairs in search of my cell phone. As I had heard Jeff going down the stairs several minutes before, I figured the coast was clear... Imagine my surprise when I saw Jeff sitting on top of the dining room table, butt naked and wanking his huge cock like there was no tomorrow... taken completely aback by this scene, I stared for several seconds, as Jeff jumped off the table and grabbed some clothes to cover himself up. "Sorry, sorry, sorry..." I said, my back turned towards him. "What are you doing downstairs so fast... I thought you were in the bathroom!!" "I am sorry, I just need my cell phone... urgent call to make... " as I shuffled towards my purse next to the couch, keeping my back towards him at all times. "Please don't stop on my account, I'll be out of here in five seconds!" I said as I reached into my purse, took out my cell phone and ran back upstairs; all through my phone call and my daily shower I couldn't stop thinking about Jeff and why he would jerk off so often when he clearly had enough female attention, and secondly why he would do so on top of the dining room table. By the time I got downstairs, he had left for work and so I tried my best to forget this incident as well. However, luck was not on our side because the very next day, we had our third incident: I had made plans after work to visit some more places with my realtor; figuring it would get late, I told Jeff not to wait on dinner and that I wouldn't be home until at least nine o'clock. Alas, my realtor cancelled the meeting, so I got home a lot earlier than Jeff had expected. When I walked in, I could see him jumping up from the couch, pulling up his pants... struggling with the remote control to switch off the porn flick he was watching; I felt so sorry for him and I felt like such an inconsiderate idiot for not letting him know that my plans had changed. Deciding I had disturbed him enough, I walked in and said:"Jeff, wait... don't stop" with a firm voice. He looked at me and I couldn't help but peek at his massive cock which was pulsating up and down... With the same firm voice, I continued:"This is my fault, I should have let you know that I was coming home so soon -- three hours before I said I'd be home; this is the third time I've ruined your private moment; so I am going to walk out that door and I won't be back until at least nine: please don't let me barging in like an inconsiderate baboon ruin your fun!" I turned back and headed towards the door, when I heard his voice thundering:"STOP!" I stopped and turned, afraid that he'd be angry or fed up with me and kick me out. Although he was holding up his pants and shirt, he failed to cover himself up completely and so I was still able to see his large thick cock. "You will do no such thing... while you're staying here, this is as much you're home as it is mine! You don't have to go wandering the streets just because I am masturbating! Like you said, it's not like you haven't seen me naked before and I am sure you've seen a guy jerk his cock before..." "But I..." "No buts." he said. "Instead of you constantly apologizing and me trying to cover myself up -- in vain, let's just pretend that everything is normal... if you can stand seeing me naked, I can sure stand you seeing me jerk off! So, do we have a deal!?" "Uhm, sure..." I said, a little surprised, but mostly relieved. "Good, because if you apologize one more time after seeing me naked, I'll kick you out." We laughed. "Okay then." he said and dropped himself back on the couch, wrapping his right hand around his fat cock again. Still a bit uneasy, I took off my coat, put down my purse and hurried into the kitchen where I fixed myself a couple of sandwiches and grabbed a soda. When I walked past him, as quietly as possible, on my way to my room, he suddenly grunted and moaned: I turned my head and saw a big glob of sperm shooting straight up from his throbbing cock, as he kept pumping his shaft, glob after glob flew up in the air and landed mainly on the carpet in front of the couch. I gawked at this wonderful spectacle, impressed by the large volume of cum and didn't know whether to stay or go... he removed that choice, by getting up, turning towards me as he zipped himself back up and asking:"You wanna have dinner together?" Still perplexed by what I had seen, but trying to act as casual as I could -- like requested, I said:"Sure." When he walked towards the kitchen, I looked at the couch and asked:"Aren't you going to clean that up?" "Uhm sure." he said, turning around, looking for something that could be used as a rag. After a few seconds, he took his hanky and started scooping off his cum, very clumsily. "You don't usually clean up after yourself, do you?" I asked. He looked at me and said:"Not really, I know I probably should..." "Then don't... you just said that we both needed to feel at home here; if you don't wanna clean up your cum, you don't have to..." I said, as I walked towards the kitchen. "Really, you don't mind?" he said, forgoing the cleaning and following me into the kitchen. I sat down at the kitchen counter and said:"If you don't mind cum stains all over your stuff, why should I?" Jeff smiled and said:"You know, we're going to get along quite nicely." I returned the smile and said:"I do have one question... if you don't mind me asking." "Not at all, what is it?" he asked as he put a frozen pizza in the oven. "Why were you on the dining room table the other day? I mean, it's such a strange place to be masturbating..." Jeff smiled a bit shy and said:"I don't know; I just enjoy masturbating in unusual places and positions, it makes me feel extra wicked and bad..." "A bit like splattering your cum all over the place and not cleaning any of it up." I smiled. "Exactly". "Well, my stay here should be very interesting then... maybe I'll learn a thing or two!" I teased him. We laughed and had our dinner... now that the air had been cleared, the atmosphere was much more relaxed and open, much like before during our early years :-) The very next day Jeff put our new arrangement to the test. When I stepped into the shower, I noticed a big glob of sperm gliding down one of the glass walls; on the shower floor were several large strands of cum; combined, it was quite an impressive load. After looking at it for a few seconds, I used the shower hose to wash it away and didn't give it another thought. When I ran into him downstairs fifteen minutes later, I surprised him by saying:"Nice load by the way!" "You noticed huh..." he asked. "It was kinda hard not to, it was like a horse came in there..." I said, speaking before thinking. He grinned proudly as I looked away, my face turning beet red. Jeff had a date that evening so I rented a few chick flicks and got comfy on the couch, with a nice bottle of wine. After a relaxing evening I went to bed. Half an hour later I heard Jeff and his date come in, walk up to his bedroom and then fuck each other's brains out; the squeaking of the bed and the soft moans kept me up for nearly half an hour. They were starting to get me hot, so I decided to go downstairs for a glass of milk. When I came up the stairs again, I saw Jeff on his knees in the middle of the moon lit hallway, butt naked, holding the girl's handbag, jerking his cock over it... clearly planning to shoot inside of it. For a second I thought of turning back, but considering our new arrangement, decided against it and walked closer; Jeff kept pumping his prick; maybe he thought that due to the lack of light I wouldn't be able to see anything anyway, but the moonlight provided just enough illumination for me to see his hand flying up and down his large, erect shaft! "You can't possibly be horny after a fuck like that!" I said. "The bitch fell asleep on me..." he grunted, clearly getting ready to cum. How any woman could fall asleep with that kind of cock inside of her was beyond me... "So you're teaching her a lesson huh?" I whispered as I gave him a wicked smile. "Fuck yeah." Jeff grunted as he arched his back and shot his load in the girl's purse. I kept watching as he moved and slapped his cock around in the bag, no doubt making a complete mess. That turned me on so much that a shiver ran through my body; after first feeling sorry for Jeff because he didn't get laid properly, I know felt sorry for the girl who'd be cleaning cum off of the entire content of her purse in the morning. When he was done, we said goodnight and returned to our respective rooms. Before I knew it, I was playing with myself thinking about my naughty brother; after a few minutes, I came to my senses and decided all I needed was a good shafting from my ex-boyfriend to cure this ache: I'd see to that tomorrow. I drifted off to sleep and my alarm clock woke me up about six and a half hours later. I stumbled out of bed and walked into the bathroom, after the mandatory knock; the first thing I noticed was that my red towel was decorated with several large strands as well as dozens of specks and beads of white cum; I smiled mischievously and admired his artwork for several seconds before throwing it in the bin and getting a clean one from my closet. I ran into Jeff downstairs as he was fixing breakfast for his guest; after greeting both of them, I whispered:"Did my towel piss you off as well? Was it perhaps in cahoots with your lady friend's handbag?" "It didn't freak you out did it?" he asked, with a smile. "No, I am not too sure about your guest though... has she been in her handbag yet?" I replied, avoiding the actual question. I knew Jeff was testing me, curious how far I would allow him to take his little game. "Not yet." he said. I left for work. During the day I called my ex-boyfriend to see if he wanted to get together, but he was dating someone else and apparently she was putting out as well, because he declined my offer. I didn't want to pick up some random stranger, so I decided to forget the whole thing and just soldier on... if need be, I could always buy a vibrator to get myself off. The following morning I walked into the bathroom a little anxious as I didn't know what to expect after the shower and the towel... to my surprise -- and slight disappointment -- there was no cum to be found. But when I returned to my bedroom ten minutes later, I couldn't help but smile as I saw the black skirt I had been wearing for the past two days lying on the floor in front of my bed, drenched in cum. Jeff had snuck into my bedroom and dumped his load on my skirt; although this was clearly crossing a line, I just selected something else from my wardrobe and stepped over the drenched skirt on my way out. When I came down, Jeff was putting his plate in the dishwasher; he turned to me and smiled as he said:"Are you wearing a new skirt, what happened to the black one?" "Yeah, cum stains... what ya gonna do?" I returned the smile. Jeff, surprised but pleased with how I reacted, smiled and whispered:"Cool!" As he passed me on his way out, he gave me a peck on the cheek and a hard slap on my ass. Maybe it was my aroused state from not getting a decent fuck lately, but I couldn't get the incident out of my head; I felt a tingling sensation between my legs all day long; I knew that Jeff was not going to stop on his own, if I wanted him to stop I was going to have to define some boundaries... That night Jeff had made spaghetti and we had a glass of wine afterwards. We sat facing each other at the kitchen counter and while we were talking, after our third glass of wine, Jeff suddenly reached down, unzipped his pants and -- what was clear from the movements his hands were making -- started jerking himself off, right there, under the counter. Although I couldn't actually see his cock, his movements left little to the imagination. I took a large sip of wine, while I considered my options; Jeff was clearly pushing the boundaries of socially acceptable behavior here, but after ignoring the shower glass, the towel and the dress, I could hardly object now... besides, only one thing mattered and that was that I didn't mind at all what he was doing! Honestly, I couldn't think of a single reason to stop him!!! So I ignored him and just sat there. After a good three minutes Jeff exploded under the table and I could feel his sperm raining down on my naked legs and feet; I took another large sip of wine as my pussy was getting moist. He zipped up and carried on like nothing had happened. Immediately after dinner, I nearly ran to the bathroom to get myself off. After cleaning up the kitchen, we sat down on the couch and started watching tv together; first it was a comedy show, then an action film. When it was over, I went to take a leak and Jeff switched to a soft porn channel, figuring I'd go straight to bed after my trip to the toilet... instead -- not sure why exactly - I just sat down in my seat again, the one next to where he was sitting in a three seat-sofa. Jeff looked at me strangely for a second, but smiled as he turned his head back towards the tv and laid back in his seat; I put my left arm - the one closest to him - on the back rest and looked at the screen, where some blonde bimbo was sucking two cocks. After a minute or so, I noticed something stirring in his pants. Without much ado, he wipped it out and started stroking it slowly: it was massive... My pussy agreed and started tingling again; the sound of his warm manly hand rubbing his big hard shaft up and down, faster and faster, was intoxicating and I hardly looked at the tv anymore. During his wanking, he looked at me several times, each time no more than a second, as if to see if I was still there and paying attention; if only he knew how horny I was!!! He was crossing yet another line; under no circumstances whatsoever could this be construed as normal or socially acceptable behavior!!! Suddenly he rolled onto his side, turning towards me and pushed his pelvis forward, so that he was jerking his cock directly above my skirt, aiming the tip of his cock at my blouse; unafraid, he looked me in the eye and kept wanking, staring unabashed at my rack and my face. I kept looking at his cock, only averting my eyes once in a while to see his face contorting... I knew what was going to happen and yet the thought of making him stop never entered my mind. Shortly afterwards, Jeff moaned and his cock started spewing his rich thick cream over my dry-clean only blouse; I looked down and patiently waited for him to finish. When he was empty, he rolled back and closed his eyes as he was catching his breath. I excused myself for the night, got up, gave him a peck on his right cheek and retreated to my room, where I got on my knees on my bed and gave myself a good fingering! Although I derived great pleasure from it and even had a tiny orgasm, my fingers couldn't quite reach my itch down there and so I went to sleep still feeling pretty worked up. The following morning, the first thought that entered my mind was: where would I find my brother's cum today? As I envisioned all the things I had let my brother do to me or around me over these last few days I got horny again... I decided to go out and buy a vibrator later today: that itch between my legs needed to be scratched, desperately! I didn't notice any cum in the shower, nor anywhere else in the bathroom, so I figured Jeff had probably relieved him in my room again. More than a little curious, I walked in and found my underwear drawer opened: it seemed Jeff had cum inside, spunking three pair of panties and two bra's with his morning load. It had become a continual ritual; Jeff would find a new, unusual and naughty place to dump his cum every morning, usually somewhere where it would make my life a little more uncomfortable. And yet it was precisely this aspect of his behavior that I found incredibly exciting. I threw the five items on the laundry pile -- which was growing nicely due to Jeff's activities -- and got dressed, feeling the moisture building up between my legs; with Jeff already gone for work when I got down, I drove to work myself and used my lunch break to buy a big black dildo! Somehow I managed to refrain myself from using the little bad boy at work. When I finally got home, I locked myself in my bedroom and gave my pussy a nice big long workout... after drilling myself through three powerful orgasms, I hit the shower and got cleaned up. As there was still a little time left, I cooked a nice meal and got the table ready by the time Jeff came home. We sat down and talked chitchat mostly, until Jeff put his hands under the table again and I heard him unzip his pants; I looked at him and smiled, continuing the conversation like I knew he liked. Not only that, but I decided to give him something to look at: casually, I took out my left naked breast and hung it over the cleavage of my dress; he looked at me surprised, stared at my breast unabashed and increased the speed of his wanking, clearly very aroused by what I did!!! Moving In with My Brother Ch. 02 When I woke up several hours later, the muddy sheets were clinging to my skin; as I shed them and got out of bed, I noticed my black cocktail dress lying on the floor, covered in several large mud stains; apparently Jeff had used it used to clean himself off a little bit. I smiled, shook my head and headed for the bathroom to clean myself up; as I sat down to take a leak, I noticed my bath towel lying in the corner of the bathroom, drenched in mud with his towels clean as a whistle hanging neatly on the towel heater. So, after flushing, I went to my room to get a clean bath towel and stepped into the shower. Afterwards I put on a pink halter top, white shorts and some black underwear. I collected all the clothing, sheets and towels Jeff had abused over the previous days and carried the huge pile downstairs into the laundry room. As I was filling the machine Jeff walked in and said:"Hi sis, sleep well?" "Very well, thank you." I replied, slightly blushing. As I continued filling the machine, I asked him to pass me the detergent, which was on a high shelf above the washer and dryer; in retrospect, not my brightest idea... "Sure." he said and reached for it. Next thing I knew, a huge gulp of liquid detergent splashed down on me, ruining my freshly washed hair and staining my pink top and white shorts... as I jumped back in surprise, Jeff said - his voice dripping with insincerity:"Oops, I am sorry!" as she screwed the top back on the container of detergent. With detergent dripping down my hairline, matting my hair, I looked down at my stained clothes, not sure what to do next. "Well, at least you haven't started the cycle yet, maybe you should put your top and short in the machine as well." Jeff said, not even attempting to hide his motives. I looked at him, with a mixture of anger and arousal, and replied sarcastically:"You think?" I pulled the top over my head and pushed my shorts down to my ankles, exposing my black underwear to him; after scooping most of the detergent out of my hair with my top, I put both pieces of clothing in the machine while making sure not to get any on my underwear. "Oh no, I have gotten some on my hands too." Jeff said, as he held them out for me to see. I knew where he was going with this, but feigned naiveté and looked at his hands. "Do you mind?" he said as he extended his hands towards my panties. I didn't say a word. As he grabbed my panties and wiped his left hand on the outside and his right hand on the inside of my panties, I said:"You'd better have one hell of a cock on you to warrant this kind of insolence!" He redrew his hands, zipped down his trousers, pulled out his massive boner and asked:"Something like this?" I pushed down my detergent-soaked panties, threw them in the washer and said:"You probably expect me to suck it, don't ya?" as I was already getting down on my knees in front of him. "How else am I going to cum on your bra, little sis?" he asked. I looked at him, aroused by his impudence that he would simply state his intention of cumming on the last piece of clean clothing I had on. Looking him straight in the eye, I grabbed his hard shaft, put my lips around his throbbing head and slid my mouth down all the way to his balls; I couldn't believe how horny I was, again! He started moving his hips back and forth, trying to fuck my mouth... and I let him; I simply kept my lips pursed around his tool, and my fist around the base of it to prevent him from venturing too deep. After a few minutes, he got down on his knees and whispered:"On your back sugar." I leaned back on the ground, moving into his line of fire; Jeff smiled down arrogantly as his throbbing cock was getting ready to spew; seconds later he erupted and catapulted thick ribbons of his white cum all over both cups of my bra, drenching the last piece of clothing on my body. When he was done spurting, he put his hand on my cunt and asked:"Want me to make it all better?" "No." I said as I got up, although I was feeling pretty horny. I told myself that turning down his offer was a statement, that I was sending him a message; but the truth was that I enjoyed just serving his purpose and getting nothing but frustration in return. "Ok sis, have it your way." he said as he got dressed and left the laundry room. I got up, took off my soiled bra and threw it in the machine. A smile appeared on my face when I realized that despite me and my clothes being drenched, there still wasn't any detergent in the machine. After adding some and turning on the machine, I stepped into the hallway butt-naked and frustrated. Figuring there would be little point in putting on new clean clothes, I decided to remain naked and wear nothing but slippers. I got comfortable on the couch in front of the tv, while Jeff cooked dinner. Unfortunately, Jeff had apparently dumped all the sperm he was going to dump that day, because aside from some cuddling and snuggling in front of the tv, I was unable to entice him into trying anything else. After a nice romantic film and a late night comedy show, we decided to call it a night and went to bed, in separate rooms... what I didn't know, was that Jeff was apparently saving up for the next day, which accidently turned out to be April Fool's day! Now, I had seen my share of April Fool's pranks over the years, but none of them had been so well planned out as the one Jeff had prepared for me that faithful Sunday; and not to talk ill of my previous lovers, but nothing any of them had ever done to me had gotten me so steaming hot and horny as Jeff's little prank. I walked into the bathroom - oblivious to the exact date - and when I didn't see any cum, I took a nice, hot shower. When I finished and stepped out a few minutes later, I noticed that my nighty and all the towels in the bathroom were gone. So, after letting most of the water drip off my body, I carefully snuck out and tiptoed – in order not to slip - to my room. When I grabbed the door handle, it felt wet and sticky and I realized Jeff had deposited (or more likely smeared) his cum all over it. Fighting a smile, I walked into my room and noticed that my closet had been emptied: there was nothing left to cover myself up with. Jeff clearly wanted me to walk around naked, so be it! I turned around and as I walked out of my room, I saw Jeff standing right outside my bedroom door, butt naked, waiting for me. Before I had a chance to get a better look at him, he slapped a pumpkin pie with whipped cream topping in my face. I screamed and laughed loudly as he scared the shit out of me. As I removed large lumps of pie from my face, I turned my back towards him, giving him the opportunity to run his hand between my naked butt cheeks and tickle my pussy. I wiggled my ass to make him stop, but it wasn't until I turned around again – after removing enough pie from my face to restore at least partial vision – that he redrew his hand... but only to reload! Quick as a cat, he picked up a second pie from behind him on the floor and smashed it in my face! "Oh my god!" I laughed as I reached out for him, wanting to corner him. Unfortunately he had already moved out of reach and was running down the stairs, laughing! I walked into the bathroom and washed most of the pumpkin pie and whipped cream off of me, before walking back out - a little more careful this time. I knew he had more of this planned and it was electrifying sneaking around, butt naked, trying to anticipate more attacks. I made it down the stairs safely, but on my way to the kitchen, I suddenly heard a noise behind me and noticed the door to the hallway closet opening. I turned around, ready to charge, but when I saw a remote control car riding out and pushing the door open, I realized my mistake: Jeff stormed out of the kitchen, hit my back with a flower bomb (a small thin plastic bag filled with flower) and as I turned around, smashed a second one between my boobs. Briefly disoriented by the huge clouds of flower – clinging to my wet, naked skin – I turned my head in all directions; when I saw Jeff escaping into the kitchen, I ran after him and barged in! In retrospect not the smartest thing I could have done :-) Because of my momentum from storming in and Jeff's perfect planning, I was unable to avoid the trip wire, designed to make me fall and tumble forward. As I was stumbling towards the ground, I counted eleven more pies, waiting for me... not knowing which of them to avoid first, I ended up in six of them; my left shoulder in one, my right elbow in a second one, my tummy and crotch in numbers three, four and five and my left knee in number six. Jeff quickly moved towards me and started tickling my cunt again. This time, I was too horny to pretend it was funny and just pulled my legs up under my ass, providing him with an unobstructed access to my ass and pussy, which he fervently started using, by rubbing my clit and running his fingers deeply through my ass crack, whispering:"Oow, is my little kitten horny?" Pushing myself up and leaning on my hands, I nodded my head as I curved my body to strike an even more seductive pose, sticking my ass out and whispering:"Please... fuck me!" With his free hand, he undid his pants and took out his massive cock, ready to use it on his little sister. As he got down on his knees, he maneuvered and shifted my body so that by the time his cock was lined up with my entrance, my head was directly above another pie. I knew what was going to happen and it only made me wetter. Jeff gently grabbed me by the hair and pushed my face closer to the pie as he pushed the head of his cock into my wet, willing cunt. I moaned and my body actually started quivering out of sheer lust; as he pushed his cock in a little deeper, he also pressed my face closer to the pie... again and again. Always teasing me, he made me wait for almost twenty seconds, before he rammed his cock all the way in and as my mouth opened wide from the intense pleasure, he stuffed my face deep into the pie, keeping it in there for several seconds as he jackhammered my sopping cunt. Even when he yanked my head back up by my hair, I couldn't scream or moan as I had my mouth full of pie; even drawing enough breath to handle the scorching fucking he was giving me, was a challenge! Still slightly frustrated from last night and spectacularly aroused by what he was doing to me now, I didn't last very long and started to orgasm in under two minutes... Jeff kept pounding into me, our bodies loudly slapping together as he shoved my face down at regular intervals. Because of my speedy orgasm, Jeff had more than enough time and opportunity to fuck me into oblivion; for minutes on end, he kept shafting me hard and deep; never letting up, he kept me locked in an endless series of orgasms. When he delivered his final few thrusts and ejaculated deep within me, I was nearing the end of my strength; as he collapsed on top of me and sent us tumbling to the floor, he grunted:"April Fool's!" I looked at him and said:"Man, you're one dirty little bastard aren't you?" Jeff laughed and replied:"I guess you just bring out the worst in me!" After we rested there for another few minutes, we got up, took a shower together and then started the nearly impossible task of cleaning up the house, naked; it took a joint effort of nearly fours hours to make the kitchen, the hallway and the bathroom presentable again. By the time we were finally done, we were in need of another shower. Jeff entered the bathroom before me and lay down on the tiled floor, still naked and gave his cock a quick tug while he whispered:"Why don't we 69?" Not at all surprised by his candor, I placed a foot on either side of his torso, facing his legs and squatted down, positioning my crotch over his head, while leaning forward on my hands and opening up my mouth to swallow his large penis. As I felt his tongue licking my cunt and especially my clit, I started bobbing my head up and down his large, still growing, shaft. We passionately devoured each other for several minutes, making sweet love on the bathroom floor. As neither of us was going to cum this way, we moved our incestuous lovemaking to the shower. "I've got a nasty idea, get on your knees." I whispered in his ear. Curious, he got on his knees and I kneeled beside him, slowly wanking his big cock as my other hand reached out and took my loofah sponge, holding it under the water to get it wet, then holding it in his line of fire. As he looked at me quizzically, I whispered:"I think it's time for a thorough scrub." Jeff's mouth fell open - not believing what I was proposing - at which time I pushed my lips against his and kissed him wildly. After ten seconds, we broke our kiss and looked down at his cock spewing his massive load all over my loofah. I got up and asked, smiling mischievously:"Will you scrub me?" Jeff got up and carefully pushed the loofah - soaked with his cum - gently against my stomach, making small circles at first, he gradually began pushing deeper into my skin, scrubbing the dead skin away. It didn't take long for his cum to start clotting. Feeling hot and bothered by what he was doing, I whispered, squirming under his actions:"Oh yeah, rub your sticky sperm deep into my skin!" While he moved up and started scrubbing my arms, he cupped my crotch with his free hand, gently using two fingers to probe my entrance; by the time he moved onto my shoulders, he had his fingers wedged deep inside of me, massaging the walls of my vagina. Gradually he moved the loofah to my boobs, which he thoroughly but gently started scrubbing as well. Then, he brought the loofah to my forehead and as his fingers drove me to the brink of another orgasm, he dragged the cum-soaked sponge all over my face, gently scrubbing every inch of it. As I shuddered and moaned, he said:"Enough foreplay, time to make you cum!" as he threw away the loofah. "Squat down and put your hands against the wall." he commanded. I turned to face the nearest wall and squatted down, putting my hands against the wall, as ordered. Jeff moved behind me and while he laid one hand flat on my back, he inserted the same two fingers back into my twat, but this time from behind, which was a strange new sensation. He had me panting and moaning in under a minute and had me shrieking with orgasmic pleasure in three. I had never been fingered in this position before, and certainly not with cum saturating almost every pore of my body. As the full force of my orgasm hit me, I figured out why he had made me put my hands against the wall; there was no way I would have been able to cope with this orgasm without the proper support. During my orgasm he moved his free hand to my bosom and mildly started flicking my erect nipples, adding to the waves of pleasure already overwhelming my aching body. When Jeff was done with me, I sat down on my ass and rested for a few minutes, while he soaped up and took his shower; after him it was my turn and then we got dressed. By now it was already afternoon and since we hadn't made any plans yet, Jeff asked:"How about I take you out to dinner, somewhere nice?" "A date?" I smiled. "Just dinner." he replied. "If we end up fucking each other's brains out again, I would be okay with that!" We laughed and while he went downstairs to make a reservation, I put on a black cocktail dress along with black stockings and black pumps; I applied some makeup and perfume and wore my finest jewelry. It was nice to dress up for a change, I hadn't been on a date in ages. Jeff was a perfect gentleman; first, he took me to a bar for some pre-dinner drinks and then to an expensive Italian restaurant. Not only was the food exquisite, but the Jeff was pleasant, funny and quite romantic. He made me feel completely at ease, sexy and interesting. Our conversation never became stale and we talked openly, candidly about anything we felt like. It was – strangely enough - the best date I had ever been on. When we left the restaurant, he took me to a Latin dance club and surprised me with his dancing skills; I was a complete virgin when it came to Latin dances, but he was quite the Fred Astaire; well, at least the Latin-American equivalent. As tomorrow was Monday, which meant getting up early and going back to work, we called it a night around 1am. When we got home, Jeff gave me a passionate goodnight kiss full on the lips, squeezed my rack for a few seconds and gently slapped my ass as he retreated to his bedroom. "Night sis." he said as he closed his bedroom door. After taking off my makeup and putting on my nighty, I lay down and drifted off, thinking about the perfect evening we had just spent... although I would have gladly put out if he had made a move, I was glad he hadn't: there was no way it could have improved the incredible evening I had had. The following morning was a different story all together; with the events of last night nothing but a fading memory and the related feelings gone, lust took over again – especially in Jeff. I awoke to the bed moving; when I opened my eyes, I saw Jeff standing over me, squatted down and jerking his massive cock just inches above my face. I looked up at him and realized he had no desire to make love to me or even fuck me; he just wanted to dump his cum on my face and mark me. Figuring that after last night he had earned a treat, I just lay there and stared up at him. Encouraged by my indifference, he kept stroking his morning wood for what seemed a little over five minutes, all the while aiming straight for the center of my face. Then, some grunting, his breathing became shallow and finally a long deep manly roar as he splattered a massive amount of thick, gooey juice all over my face. After the first spurt – hitting my forehead and the bridge of my nose – he started moving his cock between spurts, each time aiming for a different part of my face, making sure I got completely plastered! It took him a good twenty seconds to finish cumming: there wasn't a dry spot left on my face, I couldn't open my eyes and my mouth and nose were almost coated completely shut. "Thanks babe." he whispered as he dismounted me and just left me there. I stumbled into the bathroom and started splashing water in my face until all of his cum was gone. When I lifted my head and grabbed a towel to dry off, I could hear Jeff ask:"You okay there sis?" When I lowered the towel, I could see his reflection in the mirror; he was smirking, feeling quite pleased with himself. I turned around and smiled, replying:"You know, that was actually quite disgusting!" He grinned and said:"Yeah, I know... quite an impressive load though huh." "Whatever... shame on you for nearly drowning your little sister!" "Don't worry, I'll make it up to you tonight." he whispered and gave my ass a playful slap as he left the bathroom. Unfortunately there was an emergency at work that same day and I couldn't get away until late at night; when I eventually did come home, I was completely exhausted. Jeff – once again – was the perfect companion and poured me a glass of wine, warmed up my dinner and gave me a relaxing shoulder massage before tucking me in, realizing I was completely spent. When I woke up the following morning, Jeff was already gone; he had an early meeting across town and so there wasn't time for any of his naughty games. As a result, we didn't see each other again until that evening. When I came home, Jeff was preparing dinner – as he had left earlier, he was also able to quit earlier and started dinner... something he often did: cooking relaxed him. I walked into the kitchen and found him making fresh pasta; I was wearing a dark blue skirt, matching jacket and a white blouse, dark brown stocking and a black set of underwear; I had taken off my high heels before walking into the kitchen. When I saw his hands were in the middle of kneading the dough I said hello from afar and walked to the fridge to get something to drink. When I turned around, he was coming towards me – wearing jeans and a grey t-shirt. After I sipped from my bottle of sparkling water, he moved so close that our bodies were practically touching and gave me a gently kiss on the cheek, then whispered:"You wanna play?" Moving In with My Brother Ch. 02 I could feel my heart beat throughout my body as I whispered:"I thought you'd never ask." As he reached for my cleavage with both hands, he smiled and whispered:"Trust me." I nodded, feeling the raw animal lust emanating from him as he gently cornered me against the fridge and his hands caressed the skin of my cleavage. After a few seconds, he suddenly grabbed both sides of my collar and brutally ripped my blouse open, sending buttons flying in all directions. I jumped back against the fridge from the sheer power of his hands and I gasped hornily for breath, looking down at my blouse, which was no longer covering my bra nor my tummy. I looked at him, but before I could say anything, he softly put a finger to my lips, indicating I should remain silent. Slowly he squatted down and grabbed the hem of my skirt, next to the split, with both hands, looking up at me; I knew what he was up too, but I had no intention of stopping him; instead I just braced myself for another powerful rip. He waited several seconds, just to tease me and then used the muscles in his arms to tear my skirt apart at the split, all the way to the waist band, which wouldn't give. Realizing he wouldn't be able to rip that part so easily, Jeff got back up, grabbed the waist band with his left hand, while he used his right to tug and detach it from the rest of the skirt, spinning me around as he did. Then, he pushed me against the fridge forcefully as he threw the largest part of skirt away, leaving me with a jagged waist band; I stared at him with big eyes, horny as hell. Without squandering any time, he put his hands on my shoulders and ripped the sleeves clean off of my blouse, leaving me with just the back and a couple of shreds in the front. As he gawked at my almost fully exposed body, he took his hardening cock out and started jerking off like a madman, radiating lust and testosterone. When his cock was hard and throbbing, he stopped and knelt down in front of me and started caressing my legs through my stockings. Pretty quick, he pushed a finger through nylon fabric and tore a large hole into them, then moved his hands and did the same thing about five centimeters further. And again and again, until my stockings were nothing more than a bunch of tiny threads hanging incoherently around my legs. He got up and started jerking off again, getting himself hard again, which didn't take very long. Quick as a cat he let go of his cock again and put both hands on my left boob; I looked at him nervously and frightened, my eyes and body language pleading him not to destroy my bra... but he wasn't listening. Holding the left strap with his left hand, he used his right to gently - and agonizingly slowly - tear the left cup clean off, exposing my entire breast - hard nipple included; I gasped again, wet and horny as hell. Then, he calmly did the exact same thing to my right breast. So there I was, in a cup less bra, both tits hanging obscenely out of what was left of it while he jerked himself hard for a third time. When he was sufficiently hard yet again, he kissed me passionately and pulled me away from the fridge, pushing me onto the kitchen counter, which was still covered in flower and pieces of dough. Pressing me down onto the counter with one hand, he kept jerking his hard cock, pushing it against my thighs and eventually against my entrance. Using both hands for merely three seconds, he tore my panties to shreds and plunged his cock into my soaking wet twat. I screamed and moaned loudly as he shoved his big, fat cock all the way in. One hand holding onto my ass for support, he slid the other up my body to my left shoulder, pulling me harder against him, slamming into me with a raw - almost animalistic - vigor. I reached out and grabbed the opposite edge of the kitchen counter, holding onto it for support while my brother fucked the shit out of me. Barely a minute later - faster than I had expected - he pulled out and spurted his cum over my lower back, ass cheeks and into my ass crack; after he pulled out, I just lay there on the counter for a little while, enjoying the lingering tingling sensation of having his big dick inside of me. When I got up and looked at myself and ripped pieces of clothing scattered on the floor, Jeff stuffed his flaccid cock away and said:"Don't worry, I am taking you shopping next weekend!" As I reached down and picked up my torn skirt, I replied:" "You don't have to do that! I wanted this as much as you did." "Glad to hear that, but I am not taking no for an answer. Look, my job pays extremely well, I've got more money than I can spend on my own: if we're going to keep doing this, you'll have to let me replace what I rip or otherwise ruin, okay?" "Well, if you put it that way..." I smiled. "I've got a whole wardrobe upstairs that needs replacing!" "I might take you up on that sis." he said. I went upstairs to put on some new clothes while Jeff finished dinner. When I came down, he lit some candles and opened a nice bottle of red wine. After a very pleasant dinner, we ended up talking till late at night before turning in. I got a call early next morning as one of my colleagues had fallen ill and I had to take over some of her assignments, including a conference call at 6.30. I was already completely dressed – a dark blue office suit, jacket and skirt along with a white blouse – and sipping from a fresh made cup of coffee, when Jeff came down to see what all the noise was about. When he saw me talking into my cordless head set, he understood and poured himself a cup of coffee without saying a word. As I glanced at him, I saw his morning wood tenting his pajama shorts. As I was too busy convincing the other parties on the phone of our sales pitch, I didn't take any initiative and just strolled around the kitchen, sipping from my coffee. While I was listening to a statement from one of our prospective clients I stopped in front of the large sliding window and stared into the garden, which was still a bit dark. After I'd been standing there for about a minute, Jeff walked up to me and, facing the same direction as I was, grabbed my hand, putting it on his large swollen member. Out of instinct, I started jerking him through his shorts. I didn't think anything of it, it had simply become second nature; even when I had to elaborate on our sales contract , I just kept jerking him off while he sipped from his coffee with a smug smile on his face. After a while, he put his hand on my shoulder and gently guided me towards the counter. He took my cup of coffee from my hand and placed both cups far away from us; then he lifted me onto the edge of the counter, spread my legs and pushed me flat on my back. Sliding both hands under my skirt, he reached for my panties and started pulling them down; while I lifted my ass off the counter to make it easier on him, I was starting to have trouble concentrating on the phone conversation. As soon as my panties were off, Jeff pushed the tip of his throbbing erect cock inside of me and leaned forward, sliding it all the way in one fluent motion. I gasped and looked at him, trying to pay attention to what my prospective clients were saying. Starting off slow, he began filling me up nice and slow, gradually increasing the speed and depth of his thrusts. Trying my best to keep my voice from giving me away, I answered several more questions as Jeff really started plowing into me, moving his cock to the right, then to the left, then straight down the middle bumping into my cervix. When, after a few minutes, Jeff pulled out of me, flipped me over and aligned his cock with my cunt from behind, I realized I wasn't going to be of any further value to the conversation, so I yanked the cordless head set off and threw it towards the living room: it ended up under the couch. Second later, Jeff slammed the whole length of his delightfully long and hard cock into me and started jackhammering me; I moaned as I held onto the edge of the counter. Then, he pulled me down to the floor and pushed me onto all fours as he swiftly entered me again from behind. Slamming even harder and deeper into me now, he started me off on a series of orgasms which lasted several splendid minutes and during which he switched positions a couple of more times, all the while keeping his cock impressively hard! When he was finally ready to cum, I was on my back getting fucked missionary style; he pulled out, jumped up and said:"Suck it!" as he frantically masturbated. Eager to please him, I sat up and wrapped my lips around his cock. As I could taste myself quite strongly, I got up on my knees to get a better position, replacing his hand on his cock with my own. I didn't have to suck and jerk for more than a few seconds, before Jeff exploded in my mouth, shooting his thick, gooey man-juice down my throat. For the next twenty seconds, I kept my head still and just swallowed as my hand kept pumping the cum out of his balls. When he was empty, I got up and took a sip from my coffee, washing down any residual cum and went looking for my head set. After rejoining the conference call and apologizing for the sudden bad connection, I ended up closing a better deal than I had initially hoped for. I guess getting fucked forty ways from Sunday can be quite inspiring. Moving In with My Brother This was a psychological barrier I had just crossed; up until now I had just enabled and facilitated him in his behavior -- jerking off in front of me, spunking on my stuff and especially my clothes. Now, I was actively encouraging him and baiting him; the realization that I had taken this road - from which there was no turning back - made me horny as hell! While we continued a conversation in which neither of us was interested anymore, I rolled one of my nipples between my index finger and thumb, slightly tugging at it. I was driving Jeff crazy and I knew it. Within a minute, he began trembling on his stool and started moaning; feeling extra naughty, I raised my foot and gently touched his ball sack and wiggled my toes against the base of his cock. In the heat of the moment, Jeff leaned back a little bit on his stool and brought his massive cock into plain sight, wanking it proudly as he was howling like a wolf. A few seconds later, the contents of his balls were hurled up in the air and landed all over the kitchen counter, including his plate, glass and utensils. It was without a doubt one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen! Jeff zipped up and I covered up my boob again, while we continued talking! After dinner Jeff went upstairs to change and left for the gym, providing me with a relaxing evening in front of the tv. I changed into my nightgown and a bathrobe, dimmed all the lights and got comfy with a bowl of popcorn in my lap and a glass of wine, while watching a couple of my favorite movies on dvd. A few hours later I heard Jeff's car entering the garage; when I didn't hear anything after that for several minutes, I got worried and walked to the garage to see what was going on. As I opened the door, I realized that me dimming the lights had made Jeff believe that I'd already gone to bed, giving him the run of the house... That -- at least partially -- explained why he was on his knees, wearing nothing but his sneakers, on the hood of my car, masturbating, aiming for my windshield... when he heard and saw me enter the garage, he paused for just a second, then resumed with renewed passion. After staring at him for several seconds, I got frisky and thanks to the expert drilling I had given myself earlier today I somehow felt more experimental and free than usual - it was as if my inhibitions had vanished along with the itch I had so expertly taken care of. Jeff's fetish for unusual sexual activities and eccentric positions was clearly rubbing off on me! I took off my bathrobe, letting it fall onto the floor and lowered the straps of my nighty as I approached my car, exposing my rack to my big brother. For a moment I thought about taking my nighty off completely, but decided against it as this wasn't the place for that kind of premiere. I took the key out of he key box, opened my car and got in, sitting down in the driver's seat. From there, I had a clear beautiful view of Jeff's naked body and especially his big shlong which was getting milked mercilessly. As I squeezed my tits and wobbled them up and down for his viewing pleasure, he started rocking back and forth on his knees, making the car move along with him. Just ten seconds later, he lent forward and rested his free hand on top of the car, while he shot his wad across my windshield. Several large ribbons and several thick white drops now decorated my front view window. When he was done and sat back up straight on his knees, I surprised both Jeff and myself by doing something extra kinky: knowing fully well what kind of a mess it would make, I flipped on the windshield wipers and watched as my brother's cum was smeared all over the window's surface, swiftly producing large dry streaks of white cum mixed with dust and dirt: it was a disgusting sight! Jeff couldn't believe his eyes as he dismounted my car and pulled up his pants, smiling at me. I flipped off the wipers and got out of the car, took a look at the window from the outside and then locked the car, hung the key back in key box, picked up my robe and said:"See you in the morning!" I couldn't get to my room quickly enough, where I crammed my new vibrator back into my pussy! As I was pleasuring myself, I realized that I now shared my brother's fetish and that our behavior would probably become increasingly more kinky and depraved; but in all honesty, I saw no wrong in what we were doing: we were just two adults having fun -- lots of fun! After getting myself off, I fell asleep positively exhausted... The next morning it was Saturday and I was feeling particularly frisky and naughty; instead of using my dildo again, I decided to explore my newfound fetish and walked downstairs butt naked. My heart was racing and as I was getting closer to letting my brother see my naked body, I felt my pussy getting moist again. I took a deep breath before I entered the kitchen, walked up to him and gave him a peck on the cheek - as I did every morning - before walking to the fridge and opening it. As I pretended to decide what to have for breakfast, I could feel his eyes on me, gawking and lusting after me. After composing myself, I grabbed the milk, closed the fridge and took a bowl and a spoon from the adjacent kitchen cabinet, before walking to the kitchen counter and sitting across from him. "Wow, you look great sis." he managed to say after some intense ogling. "Thanks, so do you!" I said, looking straight at his morning wood obscenely tenting his pajama's. He reached in his boxers and took out his long hard shaft, rubbing it up and down as he stared at my body, paying extra attention to my boobs and my erect nipples, which I was tugging alternately with my left hand as my right hand disappeared under the table to play with my clit. When I figured he'd be cumming soon, I deliberately dropped -- threw actually - my spoon on the floor right under his stool... I got down on my knees in front of him and while I pretended to reach for the spoon, I brought my face to within two inches of his crotch: it was abundantly clear what I was after. Jeff, the poor thing, couldn't hold it back another second!!! Aiming his cock straight for my face, he shot a first thick rope of warm cum across my left cheek, nose and forehead; I decided to incite him even more by looking up at the ceiling and curling my tongue up to touch my upper lip -- as if I was unable to get to what I was reaching for, although the spoon was right beneath my hand. Jeff groaned:"Oh fuck yeah!" and shot a second rope against my nose and mouth, a third one splattered against my left cheek again and dripped down onto my left tit, a fourth one splashed against my forehead and into my hair... after that it was just thick drops which he flung all over my face. I just sat there, letting him dump his colossal load all over my pretty face. When he was done, I picked up the spoon and rose to my feet, saying:"Got it!" as if it would make my cover story any more believable. Jeff stared at my cum drenched face and whispered:"God, you look hot!" I put down the spoon and walked over to the sink, where I splashed water in my face to rinse off Jeff's cum and used a kitchen towel to dry myself off; I deliberately forgot about the cum which had dripped onto my boobs and returned to the kitchen counter, where I sat down and continued my breakfast. We started a conversation and although he had just cum, I caught Jeff staring at my boobs more than once. Suddenly, in the midst of our conversation, he got down on his knees in front of his stool, facing me, staring directly at my pussy. Uncomfortable at first, I quickly became damp and after getting over the initial awkwardness, I started opening my legs a little wider, a tiny fraction at a time until they were completely spread: my most intimate parts on display... it was quite erotic to be honest! Suddenly I felt his warm breath between my legs and realized that he was blowing puffs of air at my pussy; I closed my eyes and laid my hands flat on the counter in order to cope with the sensations I was feeling. In a shameless effort to expose myself more to him, I lifted one leg up and put it on his empty stool. As the puffs of air kept coming, I was getting hornier with every passing second. Eventually I slid my hands between my legs and while my right index and middle finger plunged into my moist pussy, my left index finger quickly found my clit and started flicking it, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I was masturbating like a sex-crazed teenager in front of my brother; my wet pussy and sex-crazed fingers in his sights, while our faces remained obstructed by the kitchen counter: it was so impersonal, yet so intimate and intoxicating, an unbelievable life-altering experience!!!!! After about ten minutes of this, he suddenly grazed my inner thighs with his nails, barely touching my skin: the sheer sensuality of his touch made me climax almost immediately. My fingers sped up and my orgasm exploded deep within me, making me squeal like a porn star getting gang-fucked! As I was coming down from my orgasmic cloud, he began planting kisses on the sensitive parts of my legs; my inner thighs, the front- and backside of my knees:. my legs as well as the rest of my body trembled and shuddered under his expert care. A little while later he got back onto his stool and struck up a conversation about the garden and how it needed some work. We talked for about fifteen minutes -- during which he still regularly ogled my breasts. While Jeff started working in the garden: mowing the lawn, trimming the hedges, cleaning the pond, hosing down the patio with the garden hose etc., I went upstairs to freshen up and put on some clothes. I decided on a light purple summer dress with some pink panties and red bra. With a good book and some coffee, I sat down at the kitchen counter so I could take advantage of the bountiful sunlight and off course the view: Jeff looked magnificent, his naked torso sweating in the warm sun, constantly flexing some muscles as he was doing chores. Two and half hours, seven chapters and a lot of gawking at my brother's body later, I was getting frisky again. Still feeling experimental, I conjured up a naughty plan. I went and got my black dildo from my room and silently closed and locked the patio doors from the inside, got on the kitchen counter on my knees, facing the garden and waited for Jeff to notice me. Meanwhile I started kneading my breasts and caressing my thighs to get myself in the proper mood. When - after a little while - Jeff noticed me, he dropped what he was doing and walked towards me. Imagine his surprise when he realized that his little sister had locked him out and was putting on a live sex show to torment him. I pulled my dress over my head, threw it on the ground and took off my bra as well, groping my naked tits in front of him. Jeff took out his big cock and started rubbing himself slowly, his full attention devoted to my actions. After playing with my tits for a little while, I stood up on the kitchen counter and stepped out of my panties, throwing them against the patio doors, right where he was standing. I got back on my knees and lifted the kitchen towel that was lying next to me, exposing the black dildo! Jeff smiled and took off his bermuda shorts along with his boxers; except for his slippers, he was as naked as I was! Holding the dildo in my right hand, I started sucking on the big black tip while I played with myself using my left hand; when I was wet enough down there, I took the dildo out of my mouth and rammed it up my hole, fucking myself feverishly with it. Jeff couldn't believe his eyes and jerked his fat shaft up and down. We kept edging each other on until Jeff suddenly dropped to his knees, splattering his cum against the patio door. He wiped his cock off on the glass, drawing an additional thin line of cum on it before getting up. I opened the patio door, slid it open for about ten centimeters and locked it down again as I got down on my knees in front of the opening; Jeff moved to my position and when I handed him the dildo, he smiled as he realized what I wanted. Gripping the base of the toy tightly, he stuck his hand through the opening and gently pushed the tip against my wet cunt; I lifted my pelvis off the ground to give him better access. Slowly but unrelenting -- not stopping or pausing until the entire thing was inside of me -- he pushed forward. I moaned and my body trembled: although it was the same dildo, having my brother ram it up my hole was a whole other -- much more satisfying -- experience; he made me climaxed like I had never climaxed before! After a lot of trashing and screaming on my part, I pushed him back and moved away from the sliding doors; as I lay on my back panting, I glanced at Jeff and noticed he was sporting another boner - from ramming a huge dildo up his little sister's wet cunt. I got back on my knees, stuck my arm through the opening and reached for his cock, fishing it out of his boxers and giving it a good wank. He reacted quite well and I had him hard as an iron bar in no time. I kept pumping my fist up and down with a tight grip, making him squirm and tremble as I was slowly working him to another release. I kept jerking him until he lunged forward and splattered his load against the glass, again. We both collapsed, Jeff on the patio floor, me on the kitchen floor as we regained our strength. I looked at the two loads of spunk on the glass and the wet puddle I had left on the kitchen floor, in front of the opening and smiled, realizing we'd done all of that without speaking a single word. After a few minutes I got up and headed upstairs, leaving Jeff locked outside, as I drew myself a nice bath. While I soaked in it for about an hour, I couldn't get our recent activities out of my mind. As a result my excitement just kept building; finally, I couldn't take it any longer: I wanted him... badly!!! I wanted him to fuck me, like one of his floozies he picked up at bars. I wanted him to bang me until I passed out... and I knew just how to make him do that! As quick as possible, I got out of the tub and dried myself off, putting on a complete white outfit; a white summer dress, a white bra and white cotton panties. When I came downstairs, Jeff had resumed doing his chores and didn't notice me until I actually walked out into the garden; I cupped his crotch through his pants as I passed him on my way to the back of the garden, where I looked for a muddy patch without too much grass. Jeff looked at me as I got down on my back in the mud without taking my white summer dress off; writhing and squirming for his amusement, I took off my panties and gave him a first class view of my pussy by spreading my legs as I whispered:"Fuck me Jeff... I need it!" Thinking I just wanted another good fingering, Jeff looked at me pleasantly surprised as he walked up to me, knelt down beside me and asked:"You sure?" A little put off by his indecision, I mocked him by saying:"If you're not man enough..." and started to raise my body off the soil. A part of me felt sorry for him, he just wanted to do the right thing and give me a chance to reconsider; something I would expect from any potential mate, but not from him and not in the condition I was in right now -- my excitement was making me act meaner than I actually wanted to be. Fortunately Jeff recognized the state I was in and reacted appropriately... Using his right hand he pushed me down forcefully, smashing me back into the mud and ripped the front of my dress open; meanwhile, with his left hand he took out his half-hard cock and then used both hands to brutally rip my bra to shreds. This display of testosterone made me even want him more and I raised my arms above my head in pure lust, as I looked down and saw my dress and bra hanging in shreds off my naked, hunkering body. Not a second to soon, Jeff stuffed his half-hard cock up my hole and start moving back and forth, using my wet cunt to get himself completely hard. Feeling him grow inside of me - getting bigger and harder as he was shafting me - was a nice bonus, but it wasn't until he was fully hard, that I was finally getting what I was after, what I was so desperately craving. Jeff really plowed into me, pushing my ass deeper and deeper in the mud; I moaned and squealed for minutes on end, but then Jeff decided he wasn't getting the job done as thoroughly as he'd like, so he pulled back and said:"Get on your hands and knees babe." Without the least bit of hesitation, I jumped up and turned around, getting on all fours. Jeff immediately rammed his instrument up my cunt again and started fucking me in a crazy frenzy, repeatedly banging the head of his huge cock against my cervix, making me scream like a fire alarm! Once he found the proper rhythm, my brother rammed me from one orgasm to the other, pleasuring me like no man had ever done before. God, he was a wonderful fuck! Eight minutes and three marvelous orgasms later, I was exhausted!!! I wasn't sure how much more I could take, so I started using every muscle I knew I had down there to try and make him cum, but he wouldn't give in and just kept pounding into me relentlessly. After a little while I had to stop the muscle flexing, as the extra stimulation was driving me insane. Another few minutes passed: I couldn't believe how hard he still was; none of the men I had fucked over the years even came close to my big brother, not in size, not in stamina and certainly not in skills. Eventually I had to beg him to stop:"Jeff, stop... please stop... I can't take it anymore... I am going to faint, please!!!" "Okay angel, almost there!" he said as I could feel his body starting to quiver. Angel? Did he just call me angel? No man had ever called me that before, certainly not while fucking me doggy-style... it took him another full minute to finally blow his load inside of me and pull out, finally giving my ravaged cunt a chance to recover. Putting a hand on each of my butt-cheeks, he gently pushed forward. Unprepared and completely exhausted, I was unable to keep my balance and fell flat on my face in the mud; I couldn't have cared less, I just wanted to enjoy the moment! After a few minutes Jeff turned me on my back, tore off the last shreds of clothes and carried my stark naked body inside in his strong arms; I wrapped my arms around his neck and put my head against his shoulder. While he carried me up the stairs, he asked:"Was that man enough for you?" I smiled and whispered, without opening my eyes:"Fuck yeah!" Thinking he was carrying me into the bathroom, I opened my eyes when I noticed he had missed the turn; I grinned when I realized he was carrying me into my bedroom, towards the bed -- no doubt planning to get mud all over my bedding. I didn't offer any resistance and just relaxed as he put me down gently and covered me up as if he was tucking me in, which he kind of was -- as I fell asleep almost immediately.