28 comments/ 178666 views/ 160 favorites My Brother's Wandering Hands By: SEAWATER1 AMY It is always the little things. Everything big starts off as a little thing. So I'm Amy. This begins three days after my eighteenth birthday. I live in a small three bedroom apartment on the fourth storey of a block, with my parents and older brother, Mark. He is twenty four. I have a boyfriend, Danny. We've been going out for about six months now. He's a year younger than me. Not too serious. Yet. We have lived here since I was two years old. Mark moved out and lived with his girlfriend, Kara, across town for three years but they split up six months ago and he moved back in with us. While Mark was with Kara, he had a job as a trainee electrician, but since the split he has given that up and gone back to college. A complete fresh start. I am still at school. We've never had much money and live in a fairly poor part of town. But we have always been a very close and loving family. Simple pleasures - that's always been the key to our family life. One of those pleasures has been to sit down together and watch tv. We would all curl up on the couch, sometimes under a blanket, and watch tv together. As Mark and I grew, dad migrated to an armchair by the window. When Mark moved out, mum and I continued to sit together on the couch.Within a week of coming back home, Mark was back on the couch. ''I know I'm at home now,'' he said as he took his place next to me. We all had our places. Me at the far end, Mark in the middle and mum on his right. As we grew up we did other stuff, had friends round and so on but still two or three times a week our family tv evenings would carry on. As kids Mark and I would often cuddle up together under the blanket. Taking turns to rest our head on each others shoulder. Cosy. And innocent. Always innocent. The story really begins on a Thursday evening three days after my birthday. We sat down about nine pm to watch a movie. All in our usual places. I was wearing my night stuff. A t shirt with bra and panties underneath. Mark wore a shirt and boxers. Nothing unusual there. We sat down together with mum on his far side and I rested my head on his shoulder. After half an hour or so he put his arm round behind me, around my shoulder, his hand dangling down by my left arm. This was again something he had done many times over the years. I don't know how long he stayed in that position but I felt very comfortable. Then, unusually, he moved his arm a bit so his hand rested in the hollow between my shoulder and my left breast. I felt my heart beating harder as this was a bit odd, and a bit over friendly! Again a while passed, then his hand slid down the outside of my shirt and rested gently on my breast. My heart was really pumping now. Was he aware what he was doing? Was he awake? I glanced sideways at him and saw him looking blankly at the tv. His hand remained like this for ages. Why didn't I move him away? I don't know. I really can't explain, in the same way I couldn't begin to explain why his hand was there in the first place. Now, I imagine like most sisters, I had never thought of my brother as anything but a brother. And a friend, in my case. Certainly not sexually. NEVER!! In fact I probably never even thought of him as even having a penis. Brother's don't, do they? I had never heard of such a thing called incest until I was sixteen. Some friends at school were talking about it. I had to ask what it was. Sex between family members? What like husbands and wives? Oh family! Oh god how weird! Brothers and sisters? No. That's impossible. Why? How? WHY?!? But here was my brother, with his hand gently resting on my breast. Certainly not something I expected. Or wanted. EVER! But, in a way it felt quite good... I almost jumped at the next thing his happened. The hand that was casually lying against my chest suddenly tightened and began to squeeze my breast through my bra and shirt. And the fingers began to rub the erect nipple poking against my clothes. Mark, what are you doing? Do you even know? Are you aware? Mum shifted and stood up to go to the bathroom, causing the blanket to slip down. Mark removed his hand from its current position and grabbed the blanket. Mum came back and we all watched the rest of the movie in a completely normal fashion. Except all I could think about was what my brother had been doing. We all went off to bed. I could barely sleep and at breakfast we sat together I kept looking at my brother but he was acting normally. Mum and dad went into the kitchen to tidy up. Alone at last. I was going to speak to him. But say what? Confront him? Did he even remember? Was it my fault? Should I have stopped him? Why didn't I? When mum did the whole sex lesson thing years earlier one of her key lessons was if you don't like something a boy is doing or trying to do, stop them. Why didn't I? That's what he'll say. Why didn't you stop me? If you didn't like it?So I said nothing. Went to school as normal. MARK I was shaking by the time I got back to my bedroom. What was I doing? What was I thinking of? Well, Kara, for a start. My ex. Kara. Russian. Thirty when I met her. I was twenty. Much more experienced. In everything, especially sex. The tales she told me. She'd done almost everything. With almost everyone! Boys at school. Teachers at school. Workmates. She had an elder sister. They'd done it with each other. And with their cousin, both at the same time. And then their uncle. And then their brother. I joked that she left out her dad and she gave me a funny look. I didn't want to know! We lived together for three years. The sex was fantastic. Unfortunately for me it wasn't fantastic enough for her and she went exploring. Other men... So now I'm back home. Why did I touch my sister? I don't know. I was watching tv but not really watching it. Dreaming. I was so embarrassed at what I'd done. Never again. A one off. Amy had a friend round on Friday evening. Every time I heard them laugh I imagined they were laughing at me. I had a friend over on Saturday. A few drinks. Play on the x box. Take my mind off my stupid moment. Sunday evening came around and I found myself on the couch between mum and Amy watching tv. Behave yourself. And I did. We sat there from about eight thirty to about ten thirty. Amy even leaned against my shoulder. See, it was just a one off last Thursday. Back to normal now. Why didn't she stop me? At about ten thirty the news came on. I put my arm around Amy's shoulder and rested my hand by her arm. Normal. It felt good the other night. Just once more. Please. I shifted my hand across from by her elbow and gently rested it on her shirt. Against her breast. I could feel her chest rising and falling as she breathed. Getting faster. She didn't try to move my hand so I took a deep breath and squeezed her breast a few times. Circled with my fingertips. I could feel an erect nipple under her shirt and bra. Maybe she likes it. She hasn't tried to stop me. The news finished. Dad switched off the tv. ''Bedtime,'' he announced. Back in my room I couldn't believe it had happened again.Boy, you've got to stop this. No more. She's your sister. Your baby sister. Just a kid. What was it dad said to her on her eighteenth birthday the other day? ''You're a woman now. Not my little girl anymore.'' ''I'll always be your little girl,'' she replied, tearfully. My little sister. My kid sister.I masturbated thinking about her. AMY For most of the week I was in a haze. Twice now my brother Mark has felt my breast through my shirt. Why? The next time we all sat down to watch tv was the following Friday night. Mum went out so it was just me and my brother on the couch, with dad in his armchair. There was a movie starting at ten so just before I went into my room to change into my nightclothes. A t shirt. Panties. No bra tonight. Just being curious!Mark appeared in his shirt and boxers. We sat on the couch together. A bit warmer tonight. No blanket. Shortly after the movie began, Mark wrapped his arm around me. It wasn't long before his hand wandered, across to my t shirt. He placed it gently against me then seemed to pull back as if struck by a bolt of lightning. That's right, brother. No bra. He regained his touch and began to squeeze my breast and toy with my nipple. He got a much better feel of me without a bra. My breasts are not massive. Average size. Maybe a bit smaller. I'm slim. Shoulder length hair, dyed dark red. Dying my hair has been my one real moment of rebelliousness in my life so far. Glasses to read and watch tv. Not ugly. Not stunning either. Certainly not unattractive. I'm five feet six tall. For about twenty minutes my brother examined my breast. I wonder if he's hard. Mum came home, which put a stop to Mark's game. She sat down and chatted to us. At the end of the film we all went off to bed. In bed I masturbated, thinking about my brother. Saturday morning. At the breakfast table we all chatted. It never ceased to amaze me how people can act so normally. ''What have you got planned today, Mark?'' I asked. ''Not much. Meeting up with a couple of friends. You?'' ''Same really. You in this evening?'' I asked. He nodded. That evening we sat down to watch tv. Dad had gone out for a few beers with his brother. Dad always got very drunk when he went out with his brother and would come home in a terrible state. I chose to wear a checked shirt with buttons that just covered my ass. No bra or panties. Mark wore a shirt and some denim jeans. Mum sat with us and pulled the blanket across us all. Within minutes Mark's hand was over my shoulder and exploring the outside of my shirt. No hesitation these days. Again he soon learned I was not wearing a bra. When mum got up to go to the bathroom I carefully unhooked all the buttons on my shirt, being careful not to expose anything. Mark watched me do this and smiled at me. I kept the shirt tightly closed until mum sat down again and pulled the blanket over. Mark's hand returned to feeling me then slowly slipped inside my shirt. I almost jumped as his fingers brushed my flesh then what felt like an electric shock hit me as he found my tit. My brother stroked, squeezed and tickled my breast and rolled my erect nipple between two fingers.He pushed his hand across to my right breast and did the same. Just the blanket hid this performance from our mum and Mark was very careful to keep his movements to a minimum so not to attract her attention. Feeling bolder I reached down to Mark's trousers and was delighted to feel a bulge pushing against his denim. MARK I couldn't believe I was doing this to my sister. She's your sister you fucking sicko! Pervert! Freak! Last night was mad enough when she had no bra and I could make out the size and shape of her tit. But this? This was something else. And mum was sitting next to me! Amy's shirt was unbuttoned. Her breasts were uncovered and only the blanket protected her modesty. I carefully ran my hands over her breasts. Her erect titties. Not too small. Not big but certainly a good feel. The size of a medium apple. Round and pert. Good firm young flesh. No sagging. My sister. My baby sister. How did we come to this? I had never thought of her sexually. She was always just a kid. Always trying to find ways to annoy me. Irritating me and then when I got angry staring at me with those big eyes, looking like she was about to cry. Did she even have breasts? When did they appear? I don't know. I wasn't looking. I never looked. Yet here they were, under my hand. I must have felt Kara's tits a thousand times. Never once did I think about Amy's. Yet now I'm having a good feel. I wonder if she's wearing panties. I wonder. OH FUCK!! She's not. My fingers find a flat firm stomach. A smooth area of flesh then a slit. Just the tiniest hint of a bit of stubble. A tiny hint. A slit. A warm valley of wet folds of flesh. Dampness. You can't go in there. She's your sister. Illegal. Immoral. Indecent. Yet her hand is on my trousers, tracing the length of my cock through my jeans.I go in there. Just one finger. In there. She coughs lightly. She wriggles slightly. I'm in. And I stay in. Moving my finger, slowly at first. Then quicker. Deeper. Brushing the walls. She pants. Sweats. Moans. Barely audible. Don't let mum see. Anything. Amy cums. Orgasms. Just saying those words, thinking those words, makes me shudder.I made my sister cum. AMY Oh shit. I've cum. Cum. I never meant this to happen. Just wanted him to feel my tits. Yet his finger is inside my pussy. And he jerked me off. My brother. My big brother. I'm so ashamed. I'll never be able to talk to him again. Never be able to look him in the eyes again.What can he think of me? I'm a real slut, letting him do this to me. Hang on. He's my big brother. What's his hands doing on my tits? Between my legs?Just enjoy it girl. Stop worrying. It's just a bit of fun. He might meet a girl next week and move out again. Just have a bit of fun. If he doesn't mind why should I? Dad comes home. Drunk. Stumbles into the kitchen. Then into the living room. Collapses into his chair. That's dad! Mum complains. That's mum. I pull my shirt across to cover myself. Mark puts his hands back where they should be. Mum gets up, kisses us all then goes to bed. Dad is in a drunken haze. Awake but not aware. In beer land. Planet beer. Not earth. I pull the blanket down and open my shirt, exposing my breasts to my brother.He stares, smiles, looks excited. Keen.He reaches to touch them but I stand up and head for bed. ''Goodnight Mark.'' ''Night, Amy.'' ''Brother.'' I head to bed. I lay awake in bed, thinking about the evening.I feel happy. Contented. Naughty. Dirty. I feel like a slut but a happy contented slut.I want to do this again. MARK On Sunday we are due to go to our aunt and uncle's house for lunch. At breakfast Amy and I get a rare moment alone. ''Did you enjoy yourself last night, big brother?'' Amy purred. ''Did you?'' I replied. ''I'm not saying anything,'' she laughed. ''I think we need to talk at some point about this though. Not now,'' I said as our parents come into the room. ''If you want to stop just say so,'' she answered. ''Stop what?'' asked mum. ''Oh nothing. Just asking Mark for more help with my homework, is all,'' she lied. We ate breakfast and headed off for lunch at our uncles. They live a ten minute walk away and as well as our uncle, dad's brother, and our aunt, there are our cousins. Lola who is thirty three, James is thirty one and the latest addition to the family, Emma, who is just fifteen. A big age gap. It just happened. Emma is great though. So funny. Cute as well, if I can say that about her. Cute but not in a sexy way. If she ever realized how attractive she is she would have the world at her feet. That's all in the future though. After lunch, Amy went round to her friend Jenny's house. She arrived back home about nine thirty, at which point the rest of us were watching tv. Mum and I were in our nightclothes. For me that was just a pair of boxers. Hot evening. ''Good evening young lady. Nice of you to join us, '' said mum, not really joking. ''Sorry mum. Got chatting.'' Our parents. Dad is chilled, laid back. Probably an ex hippy. If he'd been around in the sixties he would definitely have been into all that free love dancing nude at rock festivals stuff. Mum is serious. Strict. Keeps us all under control. The opposite of dad. I think Amy and I had already worked out that if we were going to ever get caught groping under the blanket, it would be better if dad caught us not mum. Dad would equal embarrassment. Mum would equal death. Death by torture, pain and humiliation. In any order. Not that Amy seemed to care. I say that because having gone to her room for ten minutes, to get into her night clothes, she appeared at the living room door wearing a light green lacy bra and panties combo. Nothing else. I didn't know where to look. Dad just smiled. Mum looked pissed. ''Haven't you forgotten something, dear? Clothes?'' she growled. ''Mum, it's so hot. Anyway I do wear this to bed sometimes.'' ''I think you look lovely baby,'' smiled dad. ''Thanks dad.'' She sat down next to me. I still didn't know where to look. Well I did, but I didn't want mum to see me looking. Amy pulled the blanket over us and settled back against my arm. I waited some time before I wrapped my arm around her and rested my hand against her bra. Under the blanket's protection I began my usual act of squeezing her breast before slipping my hand inside and touching her titty. Not daring to do anymore I continued gently toying with her breast for ages. Mum eventually sat up and announced she was going to bed. I just had time to pull my hand out of Amy's bra before mum slipped the blanket off and stood up. My hand was still casually hanging near my sister's breast. Closer than is normal in most families I imagine! After mum had gone to bed I tried to pull the blanket back over us but Amy stopped me. I was disappointed, thinking she didn't want me to play anymore but she soon lifted my arm back around her. Watching dad in case he turned around I began touching her again. I even pushed the bra cup down, fulling exposing her breast before sliding my hand towards her panties. She just smiled at me then slipped her hand towards my shorts. Her hand found its way inside my fly and began stroking my cock.The first time she has ever touched my cock. I feel so horny. This is so wrong! Dad's just over there. Dad turns to us and asks if we want anything from the kitchen. ''I'm going to grab a beer,'' he says. ''I'll have one too please,'' I reply, as he walks past us, not really looking at us. Once he's out of the room, Amy pulls the blanket over us, then unhooks her bra. I stare at her in disbelief. After dad has sat down again we continue to jack each other off. Amy slips her panties to her knees to allow me better access. She moans a couple of times as she gets close to orgasm. ''Ok Amy? That was a funny noise,'' says dad. ''Just tired. Bed soon I think.'' I sense her orgasm followed shortly by my own as my sperm shoots over her hand and into my shorts. She wipes her hand over my stomach, cleaning it of my seed then pulls her panties up. We sit quietly, satisfied, for a further ten minutes or so. At one point she casually pulls the blanket down, exposing her tits, only pulling it back up when dad declares he is going to bed. Once he is out the room she stands up and puts her bra back on. ''I never realized my little sister was such a pervert,'' I joked. ''Makes me feel better knowing you are too.'' ''Nothing perverted about masturbating,'' I replied. ''With your sister?'' she smiled. With that we headed off to our bedrooms. AMY On Monday I sat at the breakfast table, chatting to my parents and my big brother. Mark and I kept exchanging glances and smiling. ''What's the matter with you two?'' asked dad. ''Oh nothing. Just some joke,'' Mark answered. ''By the way I think it's really lovely that you're going to help your sister with her homework. Good for you,'' mum added. ''What subject?'' asked dad. ''Oh science,'' Mark responded. After school I climbed onto the bus home and heard my name being called. I looked around and saw Mark. His college is further across town than my school and on the same bus route. He doesn't often come home so early, preferring to study in the college library at the end of the day. We chatted about our day as we sat together on the bus, avoiding any talk of our 'new game'. We got home about four pm, knowing mum usually got in about five thirty and dad about six. My Brother's Wandering Hands At first we talked about my science homework and headed into my room to go on my computer. We sat on my bed. I slipped off my shoes and my tights. I should mention that I go to a special school, one that is managed by a local church group. It is run in an old fashioned way, including compulsory school uniform, unusual these days. The uniform consists of black stockings, black skirt with gold trim and white shirt. I switched on my computer and began to load up my study page. ''Can I ask you something?'' pondered Mark. I nodded. ''Do you jack off, a lot?'' ''What kind of question is that to ask your sister? Do you?'' I exclaimed, pretending to be shocked. ''Most days. Sometimes more than once a day.'' ''Me, well, probably four or five times a week. Depending on the Dark Bloody Lord.'' The Dark Bloody Lord was my name for my monthly cycle. ''Do you have porn on your laptop?'' he asked. ''Maybe. I thought you were supposed to be helping me with science,'' I said, opening a file loaded with my favorite porn downloads. ''I just wondered what porn girls like to look at.'' ''Same as boys, I expect.'' ''Mmmmm..I'm not sure about that,'' he smiled, watching me unbutton my school shirt. We sat watching some porn as we both stripped naked, seeing each other nude for the very first time. We sat side by side on my bed and began jacking off. He stroked his cock while I rubbed my pussy. We soon both came and then just lay together naked on my bed. ''Are we ever going to be able to have a conversation again without taking our clothes off and wanking?'' Mark whispered. ''Hope not,'' I laughed. We got dressed and went into the kitchen to prepare dinner, as mum liked me to these days. She arrived home and kissed us both. ''Wow. Homework and now cooking dinner together. Are you two ok?'' she joked. ''By the way, how did the homework go?'' she continued. ''Quite hard at first but we got what we wanted in the end,'' Mark teased her. Our 'homework' session was repeated on Wednesday and again on Thursday. On Friday we were so horny that we were touching each other before we even got in the front door. We stripped in my bedroom and I ended up giving Mark a blow job. After we lay together naked on the bed, just stroking and feeling each others bodies. We were now comfortable to be naked together. We lost track of time and our dreams were disturbed by the sound of a key in the front door. ''Shit! Mum!'' I shouted as I jumped up. ''Amy! Mark! Are you here?'' mum called out. We dressed as fast as we could. Mark threw on his trousers and I pulled on my skirt and my shirt, only managing a couple of buttons as mum opened my door. Neither of us had time to worry about underwear, nor did I put my tights on. Mark had no shirt on. Mum looked at us both. ''Haven't you started dinner yet?'' she complained. ''Oh god! Sorry mum, been doing this homework,'' I lied. ''That's ok. I'm pleased that you're getting your head down these days. I'll sort it.'' She left the room. I looked at my bra and panties lying on my bedroom floor and at Mark's boxers and shirt. Without dressing any more we went into the kitchen. ''It's ok mum. You sit down, we'll do it. Studies were getting boring anyway,'' I suggested. She went to get changed while Mark and I prepared our family meal. Occasionally we would touch or rub against each other. His hand would go up my school skirt and touch my bare ass. ''You know your shirt is slightly transparent, '' he smiled. I did know because every time I wore a dark bra you could see it under my shirt. ''I can see your nipples,'' remarked my brother. ''Good,'' I purred. We sat down for dinner once dad got home. Dad sat opposite me and more than once I saw him looking at my chest. Whenever he got a chance Mark would put his hand up my skirt onto my ass. That evening Emma came over so we had no chance to play. The next day the Dark Bloody Lord came visiting. It was another week before anything else happened. Mum went away for the weekend with a couple of old friends, as she did a couple of times a year. She left on Friday morning, not due back until Sunday afternoon. I got home from school first on Friday afternoon and after a quick masturbating session on my own in my room I prepared dinner for the three of us. Mark and dad arrived home together. We ate dinner and sat down to relax. I really wanted to get dad drunk so Mark and I could mess about but dad didn't seem in the drinking mood, at first. Eventually he started downing the beers. We chose a movie to watch, starting at ten pm. Before that I tidied up in the kitchen and brought in some beers for us. Mark and dad went to their rooms to get in their night clothes before the movie began. Dad put on a t shirt and shorts. Mark, just boxers. Good. While they were out I lit a couple of candles and switched the lights off. Dad came in first, wearing a shirt and some shorts. Then Mark appeared, wearing just boxers. I went to my room to change. I put on a dark blue lacy bra matched with identical panties. A little see through. Not too sexy but certainly not what your dad and brother would expect to see you in. I walked into the living room. Dad looked at me, a bit shocked but he said nothing. I think the drink was getting to him. MARK It had been a week since I'd last jacked off with my sister. In fact she had given me a blow job. And now I was sitting on the couch with her. I wore just my boxers, covering my already hard cock. She wore a sexy dark blue bra and panties. I don't know what dad thought when he saw them but they were not what you'd expect an eighteen year old girl wear when she was watching tv with her dad and brother.. I just wanted to rip them off and... Finally I gave in to my frustrations. I wrapped my arm around my sister and placed my hand firmly on her bra covered tit. Soon after dad stood up and walked towards the door. He turned to face us. ''Why is your hand on your sister's breast?'' I expected him to say. ''More beer you two?'' is what he actually said. As he left the room I slid my hand inside Amy's bra cup, feeling bolder because of dad's ignoring my obvious groping. Dad came in , placing two beer bottles in front of us and sat in his chair. I pushed the bra cup down , exposing her tit and carried on playing with it. I carried on like this for a while before moving on to the other breast. Amy simply pushed her bra down towards her stomach. The only light was from the tv and the candles so it was fairly dark. Not so dark that you couldn't see a pair of naked breasts if you looked. Dad got up again shortly after. He seemed oblivious to Amy's state of undress. ''Another beer?'' he asked. I did but Amy was ok. As soon as dad was out the room I slid my hand down into Amy's panties, leaving her breasts completely exposed. Dad returned and sat down, either not seeing, or ignoring the fact that my hand was obviously in her panties and her bra was half off. Amy's hand moved down and inside my boxers, taking hold of my cock. She stroked me slowly and firmly. Once again it wasn't long before dad stood up. He looked at the tv and at us as he stumbled out towards the bathroom. Once he had left the room Amy slipped her panties down towards her knees to give me better access, but she also took the precaution of pulling the blanket over us. Dad returned and was oblivious as his son and daughter jerked each other off. AMY I was the first awake in the morning. I went into the kitchen, still wearing only my blue bra and panties, and began preparing breakfast. Dad came in soon after, clearly in a very good mood, wearing just a pair of black trunks. ''Sleep well?'' he asked. I nodded. We chatted about our plans for the day. I was going into town, to buy some pens 'and stuff' for my studies. Dad happily chatted to me, not at all uncomfortable with his daughter wearing just some sexy(ish) underwear. Just how much did he see last night? I wondered. I was kind of topless for a while. If he did see Mark playing with me he chose to ignore it. As if reading my thoughts dad asked me a question. ''Was your brother annoying you last night?'' ''Huh?'' ''Was he trying to molest you?'' he joked. ''Dad! Why would you say that?'' ''Well I saw him keep trying to touch your bra. He's just a man, and with you like that,'' he said, directing his eyes to my bra. ''No, no. Anyway he's my brother. He wouldn't think that way about me.'' ''Well if you would dress like that what do you expect,'' he answered, laughing. ''Dad, you're rude.'' We were both laughing now as I realized he wasn't being too serious. ''It's not me with my bits on display,'' he smiled. ''They're not.'' ''You wouldn't catch me walking around with my penis hanging out.'' ''DAD!!'' We both laughed. '' Anyway I expect it's so small no one would even notice,'' I teased him. ''Why you...!!??'' He reached out to grab me but I evaded his lunge. He tried again forcing me towards the kitchen window. I was trapped. He grabbed me and we were soon play wrestling. ''I should punish you for that you cheeky little girl!'' he said, holding me still. I began to try to wriggle free. ''You wouldn't,'' I shouted. ''Try me.'' ''You've got to catch me first,'' I said as I pulled out of his grasp and ran towards the living room. Dad chased me, finally cornering me in the living room. ''Got you, you little punk. I'm going to spank you.'' I burst out laughing. '' I dare you.'' ''Like I used to when you were little.'' ''Oooh Daddy,'' I teased. He held me still and whacked my ass with his palm. ''Is that the best you can do,'' I was nearly crying with laughter. ''Oh you want more do you? Harder?'' he shouted, also laughing. He caught me with a much harder slap, this one actually stinging a little. ''Ow!'' I laughed. ''More?'' He pulled me over his knee and yanked my panties down to my ankles, before catching my bare ass cheeks with a good hard slap. ''Ouch!'' I laughed. ''You like it do you?'' ''I do actually. Hit me harder.'' He did. Again and again. Each time getting harder. Each time making my ass cheeks redder and my pussy wetter. He grabbed a magazine and rolled it up. '' Let's see how you like this!'' He hit me very hard across the ass. So hard it actually drew blood. I had tears in my eyes, from pain and laughter. ''Better, old man. I want more though.'' ''Old man?'' He pushed me down harder over his knee and yanked my hair before spanking me again. He threw down the magazine and spanked me with his hand several times. My ass cheek was now glowing red and sore. ''Oh daddy that feels so good!'' I laughed. He rubbed my ass cheek in circles with his hand before landing another smack on me. We remained like that, in silence, for a couple of minutes. Then dad just rested his hand on my bare ass. ''You used to hate this when you were a little girl,'' he sighed. ''That was a long time ago, daddy.'' ''Say sorry to your dad and I'll let you go,'' he joked. ''No. Old man.'' He took another swing and smacked me hard. ''Getting better. I think you've lost your touch,'' I joked. ''I'm gonna make you scream for mercy,'' he laughed as he smacked me harder. My ass cheeks were sore and must have been bright red by now. I was feeling so horny and carefully placed my right hand by my pussy and slipped my index finger inside my cunt.As my father smacked me again I masturbated, trying not to let him notice my arousal. ''Do you give in yet?'' he asked. ''You haven't even started yet dad,'' I laughed. ''Bend down in front of me so I can get a really good swing then.'' I stopped masturbating and climbed off him and knelt down in front of him. He stood behind me and whacked me really hard on my ass. It was so hard it actually left me breathless for a few seconds. I could sense my pussy must be exposed to him as well. ''Well?'' he asked. ''That was better. Nearly what I'd expect from a real man!'' ''You!!'' I spread my legs a bit more and slipped my finger back inside my cunt as my dad smacked my ass again. The impact was so great I almost fell forward. ''Oh god!!'' I cried out as my orgasm hit a second after his hand. I tried to get my breath back as I pulled my hand away from my soaking vagina. ''No more daddy. I need to rest now,'' I said as I fell forward a bit. ''Ok baby. I expect you've learned your lesson, you naughty little girl.'' ''Yes, you win,'' I laughed. Dad left the room and returned to the kitchen. I stood up and went to the bathroom, my panties in my hand. I showered then went to my room to dress I went into town late morning to do my shopping. I met my cousin, Emma, as arranged for lunch. I cooked dinner on Saturday evening, supplying dad with plenty of wine. The boys changed into their nightclothes. I set the room up again so it was lit by just the tv and a couple of scented candles. ''More wine? There's plenty. I bought loads today,'' I said to them. ''You didn't spend all your money did you? '' asked dad. ''No it's ok. Mum left money for dinner and I didn't spend it all so I spent what I had left over on wine. I thought we could treat ourselves.'' ''You are a good girl aren't you?'' dad smiled. I topped up their wine glasses. ''I'm going to change,'' I said, heading off to my room. My shopping had included a new set of underwear. Lacy black underwear. The sexiest yet. Thin. Lacy. Black. Very thin, very lacy and very black. I put them on and went into the living room. Mark's mouth dropped open when he saw me. Dad didn't even turn around. I sat down next to my brother. Even though we now had advanced to going into my room after school, stripping naked and masturbating together, I still enjoyed the evening charade of carefully touching and exploring that we went through when our parents were in the same room. Sure enough, Mark's hand wandered down to my bra and dangled over the cup, teasing me while we kept an eye on dad. Dad turned towards us and asked if we wanted any more wine. Neither of us did so he got up and refilled his glass. While dad was out the room, Mark slipped his hand inside my bra. Dad sat down again. Mark took his time exploring my tit, teasing me with his fingers as I got wetter and wetter. I could see the tent in his shorts and knew he was hard. A short while passed. Dad drank at a much quicker pace than us. Mark pushed the cup of my bra down, exposing my boob. He then moved onto the other breast, playing with that and exposing it. ''If either of you was thinking of going into the kitchen, I could do with a top up,'' dad said as he turned towards us. I stood up and walked over to him, picking up his empty glass. My breasts were hanging over the top of my bra but dad was staring at the tv. I poured him some more wine and sat down again. As I sat down I took off my bra completely. Soon after I got up again and got more wine for Mark and I, now happily walking around topless. I had only just sat down when there was a knock on our front door. We all froze and stared at each other. ''Who can that be? I'll get it,'' slurred dad. He stumbled past us and walked to the front door. I picked up my bra, ready in case someone came in. We heard the voice of dad's friend, Paul. ''Hi Steve. Sorry it's so late. Just wondered if you wanted to play golf tomorrow?'' Paul asked. Mark and I breathed a sigh of relief. We knew dad wouldn't invite Paul in. Dad agreed and they made arrangements. We listened while Mark stroked my titties. ''Ok pick you up at eight tomorrow morning. Don't drink too much wine then, old fella,'' Paul laughed. ''How's the family?'' Paul continued. ''Good thanks. Karen's away. Just me and the kids tonight,'' dad answered. ''Oh I won't come in then. See you tomorrow.'' Dad said his goodbyes and we heard the front door close. He came back in and sat down. ''Golf tomorrow, dad?'' said Mark, his hand still on my breasts. ''Uh huh. Haven't played in a while.'' We resumed our tv watching. Shortly, I slipped my panties down and threw them onto the spare armchair opposite. I did the same with my bra. Mark stared at my naked body as I reached into his shorts. We carried on like this for a while before dad got up, a bit unsteadily from the wine. He walked past us and to the bathroom.He didn't even look at us as he stumbled past. While he was out Mark and I re-positioned ourselves on the couch. We lay down facing the tv, Mark just behind me. Dad returned and sat down. I fumbled with Mark's cock, pulling his shorts down as he rubbed my pussy. We continued to play with each other as our dad sat just a few feet away. Mark's cock was prodding at my bare ass as he stroked me. His cock slipped in between my ass cheeks for a while. Although we now jerked each other off and knew every inch of each other's bodies, there had been no move towards any kind of intercourse. It just seemed an unspoken agreement between us that that was a step too far. However, now I instinctively raised my right leg, exposing my pussy. Mark's cock slipped from between my ass cheeks and he moved down slightly so his member was between my legs. This was a new development and we both paused, our hearts pounding. Neither of us seemed sure what to do next. And our dad, drunk though he may be, was sitting just a leg's reach away. I moved my leg up a bit more and Mark's cock now touched the edge of my vagina. He rubbed it against my entrance for a while then I moved an inch, allowing the tip of his cock to push against my pussy lips. He grabbed my hips with his hands and pushed a bit more. His cock slipped inside me. Once inside we lay still, just understanding for a moment what was happening. Accepting. My brother had his cock inside me. I never thought I would say those words! He bucked slowly but firmly, his cock now pumping me. I humped him back and we slowly found a rhythm. We were careful, quiet and gentle. We carried on fucking as dad sat watching the tv, occasionally lifting his wine glass to his mouth. As my brother and I had sex for the first time my thoughts were that dad would soon need a top up on his wine! Such was our state of arousal that we were soon about to explode. I came first then was just having my second orgasm when Mark shot his load into my pussy. We lay together and regained our breath, taking in the enormity of what we had done. I rolled onto my back, allowing my brother's cock, now soft, to slip out of my cunt. I looked at him, staring into his eyes. Mark pulled his shorts up but I was still naked. We just stared at each other for what seemed ages before dad's voice broke our trance. ''Any more wine?'' he mumbled, barely decipherable. ''In the kitchen!'' I said, in no mood to get up. Dad stood up and walked drunkenly past us. I made no effort to hide my nudity, and he didn't seem in any state to notice. I rolled over onto my brother so I was now lying face down on top of him. Dad came back in, swaying as he entered the room. He looked down at us as he passed. ''I'm going to bed soon, after this movie has finished,'' he said in a barely audible voice. As he spoke he stumbled and fell towards the couch, spilling his wine on the floor. ''Oh shit!'' he said, wobbling over to his chair. I jumped off Mark. ''Dad! Go to bed. We'll tidy up,'' I said, standing up, still naked. Mark stood up and guided dad to his room. He came back in. We mopped up the spilled wine, laughing about dad, then sat back down. ''You fucked me,'' I said in fake indignation. ''Errr...yes.'' ''You fucked your little sister.'' My Brother's Wandering Hands ''Mmmmm...'' ''You stuck that thing in your kid sister. You dirty boy!'' I pretended to scold him, but was laughing. ''Sorry!'' he joked. ''I might just let you do it again...'' ''Are you..you know...on the pill?'' he asked. ''Yes. I have done it with Danny a few times. I thought I'd better start being careful.'' We sat together until the movie finished, not that we'd seen much of it. We turned off the tv, blew out the candles and left the room. I left my underwear on the armchair and walked naked to my bedroom door. ''Mark?'' ''Yes baby?'' ''Sleep with me tonight? All night?'' MARK I did sleep in her bed with her all night. Except there wasn't a lot of sleep. We had sex twice. At about two am and again about five thirty. We woke up to the sound of our dad clumping about the apartment, getting ready for golf. We were worried in case he went into either of our rooms and discovered us but he didn't usually. After he had gone we breathed a sigh of relief. ''We've got about six hours alone. Just you and me,'' sighed Amy, grabbing my cock. We fucked again, then lay in each others arms. ''You know this is so wrong,'' I whispered. ''What do you mean?'' ''You and me. Us. Having sex with each other,'' I explained. ''I know it is.'' ''We're brother and sister. We just shouldn't be doing this. Are you sure you want to?'' ''It's a bit late now,'' she laughed. ''I know. It's just so wrong on so many levels. Mum and dad would go mad if they found out,'' I smiled. ''That's what makes it so exciting. My big brother. Hah! Anyway I can't believe dad doesn't notice.'' ''You know dad and drink.'' We got out of bed and went to the kitchen. Outside Amy's door were her bra and panties from the previous night. Dad must have put them there. We had some juice then went to shower together, washing each others bodies. Then we lay together on the couch naked watching tv. ''Mark? Can I see your porn collection?'' Amy asked. ''Huh?'' ''On your computer. You've seen what I downloaded. What's on yours?'' We went into my room and I opened my secret file on my computer. Standard stuff. Nothing too unusual. I had quite a lot of Russian women, because of Kara. Amy stroked my cock and began to jack me off as we watched. She sucked my cock and swallowed all my cum. We stayed naked till about half past one then dressed before our parents came home. The next week was normal for my sister and I. We had a couple of afternoons together to have sex. On Friday afternoon we lay naked on Amy's bed having just enjoyed a good fuck. ''Mark?'' I was instantly worried by the tone in her voice. I sensed she was planning something. ''You know how we messed around in front of dad?'' ''Yes Amy?'' ''I want to do that in front of mum. You know. Push the boundaries?'' ''You know what you're saying. Mum. She's not dad. She's not an alcoholic dreamer. She'll get it immediately. And go mental.'' ''Well let's just try a bit. Please?'' MUM My husband Steve went out for beers with his brother for the evening leaving me with the 'kids'. After dinner we got ready for an evening on the couch watching tv. My son and daughter are great. They have good friends and a good social life but they still sitting with their boring old parents watching the tv sometimes. Amy lit a couple of scented candles and switched off the lights while her brother was showering. He appeared in a pair of boxer shorts. It was a warm night. Amy and I went to our rooms to change. I wore a long night shirt. Amy came into the living room in a yellow bra and panties. That girl! She was forever walking around these days in her underwear. She knows I don't approve. I think that's why she does it. She only started once her brother moved back in. I think she's seeking attention. Maybe she feels insecure not having me and her father all to herself. God knows why! She sat next to Mark on the end. I really don't know about these two. In their underwear cuddling up on the couch. It's not normal. I certainly wouldn't have dreamed of letting my brothers see me in my bra. The shame!! We found a program to watch on tv. A wildlife documentary. We're all fans in this home. We settled down to watch, making ourselves comfortable. I noticed after about fifteen minutes Mark put his arm around Amy. So sweet. Just like when they were little. About twenty minutes later I went to make some coffee for us all. I came back in with the kids first then went back to get mine. I sat down and a moment later noticed Mark's left hand was resting on Amy's left bra cup. Why? How odd. I didn't say anything but I couldn't help think that was a bit unusual for a brother to be doing. I tried to concentrate on the program but kept glancing towards my daughter's chest every couple of minutes. His hand remained there for ages but she seemed ok with it there so I just kept quiet. Amy went to the bathroom and when she returned she sat back down again. Mark's hand went back almost straight away to his sister's bra cup. Soon after I noticed his hand was moving slightly. It looked like he was squeezing her breast. I was amazed, shocked and concerned. I wanted to say something but decided to wait and see if he got more adventurous. Maybe it would be best if I waited and spoke to Amy alone in the morning. Was Mark bothering her? Half an hour passed. Mark's hand started to slip into her bra from the top. He was trying to touch her actual breast. ''Mark, leave your sister alone please,'' I said firmly and strictly. He pulled his hand away and rested it casually around her shoulder. The wildlife program finished and a movie began. It was now ten thirty and about the sort of time I would normally think about going to bed. But I wasn't this evening. I wanted to keep an eye on these two. I went back to the kitchen to get a banana to eat. When I came back in, Mark's hand was once again placed over his sister's bra. Not again. This time I would say nothing and see what he did. I would have to speak to him in the morning. This is very unacceptable behavior. Another twenty minutes passed before Mark moved again. His hand began to slip inside the top of Amy's bra cup. The same point I had to stop him before. This time I said nothing, pretending not to notice. What I did notice was a growing bulge in my twenty four year old son's shorts! Oh god! He was now clearly fondling her breast. I could tell. Amy didn't seem to mind. They're brother and sister. This is crazy. I was disgusted. Why didn't I stop this? Maybe I just wanted to see just how far it would go. I was disgusted but curious. And fascinated? In a strange way, yes I was fascinated. I'm a forty seven year old woman but I am ashamed to say I found this display a bit of a turn on. Even if it did involve my own son and daughter. I pretended to not see what was going on. I was rewarded by Mark slipping the cup of Amy's bra down, exposing her left breast. Yes he definitely was touching it! Stop them now. Stop them. They're siblings. They shouldn't be doing this. Stop it. Amy slipped her right breast out from her bra. This is seriously weird. . Her brother was clearly touching her breasts. I got up to go to the bathroom. I deliberately took longer than normal. When I returned I peeked through the crack in the door. Mark was sucking on his sisters nipples and her hand was in his shorts! I stayed where I was for a while then walked back in. Mark sat upright instantly, exposing her tits. She pulled her hand out of his shorts. I think they were expecting to be shouted at but I sat down , pretending not to notice. Mark touched Amy's breasts again, playing with her nipples. Then my husband got home, stumbling in. They quickly covered themselves. Damn! I will have to keep an eye on these two. But how? When? Their homework sessions? I wonder... AMY Mark and I couldn't believe what we had done in front of mum. At first she had stopped our game but then she seemed to switch off and we had done a lot more than we had expected. As a consequence we got bolder. On Tuesday Mark 'helped me with my homework'. In fact we had sex and only finished about five minutes before mum got home. On Friday we did 'homework' again, having sex on the living room floor and again only just avoided getting caught. The following week we had another 'homework' session. Mark and I were naked on my bed. I was on top, his cock ramming in and out of my pussy. I was moaning loudly. So we never heard mum come home early. She never came home early. But today she crept in. She must have stood outside my bedroom door for a few minutes. It wasn't fully closed. As I said, we were getting bold. I didn't even see her when she pushed it open and stood there staring at us. I was naked. So was my brother. I was facing the door. My eyes closed. I was bouncing up and down on his cock. She saw everything. Not a fleeting glance but a good two or three minutes of us having sex. We were busted!