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Siblingly Binding Ch. 01

By: blackmatter



This is a full-blown, novel-length epic love story that a lot of blood, sweat, and tears had been poured into it. It is completed and chopped into digestible chapters, so fear not to get invested. Buckle up because you are in for one hell of a ride. So without further ado... 

*** *** *** 

I just returned home from another date with Shannon and found myself more frustrated than ever. This girl I had started seeing was driving me wild, and it was beginning to take a toll on my cock. We had known one another from our days at high school yet never had even conversed. Her slutty reputation had long preceded her throughout those years; hence, the main motivation behind asking her out in the first place. 

I had been having a significant and uncharacteristic dry spell and was looking for a quick fix with Shannon, yet I further aggravated my sexual duress since Shannon had seemed to turn over a new leaf and embark on a path of celibacy, just as it was my turn on the ride. We had been dating for two weeks now, and aside from the occasional french kiss, I had been left high and dry. It didn't help that she was a major cock tease. So if I hadn't been obsessed with sex before, I was certainly now. 

To make matters worse, in recent weeks I had developed a disturbing erection dysfunction; I couldn't get it hard when I wanted to relieve myself to porn or to anything really. I was relentlessly horny but had no way of taking care of myself; however, I knew that once Shannon dropped her act, I would "heal" since I was getting plenty hard whenever we kissed. 

I entered the kitchen and grabbed a cold beer from the fridge. As I was about to go upstairs to my room, I heard my name being called from the living room. It was my sister, Brooke. She was lying on the sofa watching a movie wearing a crop top and boxer shorts. I always felt it was a bit too promiscuous, yet I had neither the inclination nor the interest to reprimand her. 

Brooke was 18 year old, two-half years younger than me. She was just off high school and was working at our mother's flower business. Our mother was a florist and had a successful shop while our father was doing something in finance for a... a finance company, I guess. 

I took a sip from my beer and sighed, "What?" 

"I asked how your date was." 

"Fine. Well, good night." 

"You're not you going to bed now, are you? It's still early." 

It was quite early, just after 11 on a Friday night. 

"I'm not going to bed, just to chill in my room." 

"Why don't you join me? Here, I'll make you room." 

She tucked her feet to her butt while propping her upper body on the armrest, leaving half of the sofa vacant. 

"Yeah, I think I'm gonna pass. It's been a long—" 

"Oh come on, let's watch a movie. I could use the company," she kindly said. 

I suddenly spaced out, deliberating whether I should go see a doctor regarding my problem since being constantly worked up was wearing down my mind and body pretty badly. Certainly, it was not a common dysfunction amongst healthy 21 year old males. 

"What was that?" I regained awareness. 

"I asked if you're joining me..." she said, wearing a perplexed face. "What's with you tonight, Josh? You seem troubled." 

"Nothing. I'm good." I took a seat on the sofa next to her. "What movie are we watching?" 

"I don't know. I wasn't really concentrating." 

"Oh?" 

She sighed. "Let's just watch the movie." 

With me on one side of the sofa and with her occupying the other, we were watching whatever mediocre movie that was on. 

"Do all guys just care about sex?" she asked twenty minutes later, not even easing into it. 

"Where does this come from?" 

She gestured at the TV. The couple there was just about to fuck. 

"Um... I don't know. I guess it's a big part of what they care about, yeah." 

"Don't you mean we care about?" 

"Uh?" 

"You said 'they care about'. You conveniently excluded yourself." 

I shot her a look. "We care about. Better?" 

"Much," she said, looking at me pretty annoyingly. 

I ignored her and focused my attention back on the movie. 

"Is that why you're dating Shannon?" 

I tilted my head back to her, making no effort to conceal my irritation. 

"No," I lied. 

"Then why are you dating her?" 

"Well, it's been a terrific evening"—I got up—"but I think I'm gonna turn in." 

I couldn't wait to try masturbating, so I wouldn't need to go to the doctor, and her pesky questions didn't sit well with me. 

"Oh, ok. Sorry if spending some time with me was bothering you." 

She looked hurt when she gazed back at the TV. 

"It's not bothe—look, I'm just a little tired, that's all." 

"Whatever." 

I sighed and plunged back onto the sofa. "I'm sorry, ok? What's wrong, Brooke? Why do you even want me here?" 

"What? A girl can't want her big brother to spend some time with her?" 

"She can, but this is definitely new with you." 

"Just because I never asked you to, doesn't mean I don't want us to. There was a time when you actually liked doing stuff with me. I don't even know what happ—" She sighed. "It's like we're complete strangers." 

"Don't be such a drama queen. We're not—" 

"Really? You have no idea what's going on in my life, and I have no clue about yours. We don't know anything about each other, and we haven't for years. I remember I was once ranked up a little higher on your priorities." 

"Brooke, what are you talking about? What is this?" 

"I'm just saying it hurts that we're so... Doesn't matter. Obviously, it doesn't seem to faze you." 

I let out a long sigh of exasperation as I watched my baby sister so disturbed by our closeness, or lack thereof. 

"It does faze me. I'm not a robot, Brooke. It's just... I've been so busy with—" 

"Your girlfriends, your friends, with school, with work, with basically, everything but me." 

It really seemed to trouble her. My masturbation bid would have to be put on the back burner for just a little while. 

I leaned back and guzzled my beer. 

"You're staying? I thought you were tired," she obnoxiously said, rolling her eyes. 

"Jesus, what do you want from me? I'm trying here." 

She didn't comment, and both of our attention returned to the B-movie. Half-hour later, she began squirming while muttering to herself. 

"What is it?" I asked. 

"Nothing. I'm just a little uncomfortable. My knees have been bent for so long that it hurts a little. Would you mind if I put my feet on you? Just for a little while?" 

"Yeah, whatever." I looked back at the TV. 

She stretched her legs and rested her feet on my right thigh. 

"Oh," she sighed in relief, "that's better." 

I frowned. "Do you think we can now go back to watching?" 

"Yeah, sure. Thanks for this." 

"Don't mention it." 

As she gazed back at the TV, I couldn't help inspecting her legs and feet. My sister had a pretty awesome looking pair of legs: slim, long, flawless pale skin... sort of sexy. Her feet were beautiful, too: delicate, symmetric, smooth, and groomed. She had a pastel blue nail polish on her toenails, a toe ring, and a silver bracelet engulfing one of her ankles. 

Immediately, my mind was laboring where to rank her legs and feet in respect to my ex girlfriends. My cock then started stiffening after my mind just crowned her first in that list. Her feet and legs were that impressive. 

That shocking acknowledgment drove me to further examine the rest of her body, and I was a little caught off guard. She was sort of... hot. Scorching hot: thin and toned with lean arms and tender shoulders, flat tummy with good muscle tone and a navel piercing; a blend of good genes and awareness to diet and sports no doubt. 

Her breasts protruded in just the perfect way — large enough to notice without seeming disproportionate. Her soft, wavy hair was pulled into a ponytail; it was golden brown in color with natural pigments of dark blond. Long, thick hair that easily reached the lower section of her back once was loose. She must have never cut it. 

I moved up to her face. Her face did have some resemblance to mine but not quite: big hazel eyes; cute little nose; sensual pouty lips; a warm, broad smile; and delicate contour. She was um... pretty. She really was. It was a stunning realization, to discover that my sister was quite attractive, an all around hottie. I never seemed to notice for some reason. Should I have noticed? 

I tried blocking out these inappropriate thoughts and concentrated back on the TV. I couldn't block them out. I scanned her legs again, from her shapely hips, down her slender thighs, her smooth shins, finishing at her marvelous feet. I was getting seriously hard by time she wiggled her feet to turn onto her side. 

I needed to cum. I needed it badly. I couldn't believe that I managed to get this hard, and I was simply thrilled by the possibility of a release however distressing the thought that my baby sister was beginning to excite me. I chalked it up to my problem, that I was so worked up that anything would have gotten me that erect. 

I emptied my beer and was about to get up when Brooke suddenly extended her foot just a little too much, reaching my groin and grazing my now fully erect member. That encounter clearly startled her, and she retracted her feet in a flash while gaping at me in bafflement. I could only assume my cheeks were flushed as waves of heat caressed my skin in embarrassment. 

"Josh, your... your thingy is—" 

"I'm just dying to pee; that's why it's... It's not..." I gulped and hurried to the bathroom. 

I stood in the bathroom against the sink gazing at my reflection in the mirror, chastising myself for allowing myself to get that hard on my baby sister's body. How could I now return to my room? She would suspect I was indeed getting hard because of her. I had to play it safe: to return to the living room and to pretend nothing was wrong. 

Once I was back soft, I flushed down the toilet and reclaimed my seat on the sofa. Brooke wasn't here though. The TV was on, but my empty bottle of beer and her glass of water had vanished. She went up to her room was my guess. 

Good. That meant I could now address my cock's urgent needs. I was about to retire to my room when I instantly got excited all over again from the thought of Brooke's gorgeous legs and feet. I leaned back, hard as metal, and was pondering whether I should masturbate right here on the sofa. I didn't want to reach my room just to have gone soft. 

The thought of Brooke and rubbing one off right here in the living room excited me tremendously. I could still sense her sweet-sour fragrance in my nostrils, visualizing her feet rubbing my prick with long, slow paced strokes... Before I knew it, I pulled out my cock and started stroking it with purpose. 

I was experiencing a level of intoxication that I had never in the past. I slowly gave in to Brooke's image even more: envisioning her sitting on my knees with her hands supporting her weight on the table behind her, watching her smooth, bare feet sandwiching my cock and caressing it with love. 

Oh god, this is a good feeling... I'm going to cum in seconds... I can't believe I'm going to— 

"Josh!" 

A high-pitched shriek cut off my imminent orgasm. Brooke was standing a few feet behind me terrorized by the sight of me pleasuring myself in our living room. It didn't look like she saw my cock in the open though; she was standing too far. 

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" I bellowed, struggling to cram my enlarged tool back into my jeans. 

"Me?! What are you doing here?!" 

"It's not what you think," I quickly said. "I was just uh... I felt a lump in my... and I just wanted to—" 

"Josh, seriously?! I know what you were doing here; searching for lumps was definitely not it. Why don't you do these... things in your room?" 

"Oh god..." I sprang to my feet and raced to my room. 

I was so mad and mortified. I was mad at myself for jerking off in the living room, for jerking off to my sister's sexy feet. I was mad at Shannon for stringing me along, for not letting me fuck her, for not giving me a blowjob, a handjob, any job. 

What was worse, upon clearing my head a little, I picked up right where I had left: strangling my cock and jacking off to my sister's feet yet again. I had been desperate for a release, and it was a too powerful sensation for me to give up on that orgasm, and what an orgasm... I came like a fire hose picturing my sister milking my cock for all it was worth with her groomed feet, gasping and moaning as I was spraying her with my jizz... 

*** 

The next few days were awkward. I tried avoiding Brooke as much as possible since I was so embarrassed over that night. Sadly, that night had also unleashed a hidden passion inside of me: Every time I thought about my sister's legs and feet, I was getting excited, even though I could not retain a steady erection. I hadn't seen Shannon the past few days, either. She was visiting her uncle this week, so I couldn't further push my agenda: getting her to suck my dick or lick my balls or... I was so horny. 

Thankfully, I was trading forex from my computer in my room, so I could choose to trade at hours when Brooke and my mother were home from work. It was the dream job — trading forex. No obnoxious boss, no fixed hours; on the downside, it was challenging to actually turn a profit there, and my initial 2k account I had opened a year ago had been wiped out completely in less than two months. 

Since then, I had taken more time to study the market and had carefully observed the subtleties of the trading game, putting in fourteen hours a day for six months just to learn and survey, and luckily, I was now able to make money, just enough to keep me going. 

I needed a much larger account if I wanted to actually make a living, and so I was planning to ask my parents for a loan since no bank would have granted me one without a steady source of income. I planned to keep trading for another year or so before presenting my parents my account trading statistics, so they would see that I was making a steady profit in a span of a year and would be more inclined to aid me. 

*** 

It was Wednesday evening when I was in my room trading the Asian market when I heard a knock on my door. 

"Busy." 

The door was opened. 

"I said busy," I cried, not even identifying the intruder. 

"Josh, can we... can we talk?" 

My sister was standing at the doorway looking very alluring in her snug pajamas that consisted of a black crop top and a pair of extremely short checkered boxer shorts. Unfortunately, she was also barefoot, which instantly triggered my cock to throb in excitement. I reprimanded myself for noticing how sexy she looked. 

I turned back to my computer. "Now is not a good time, Brooke." 

"Well... I've been wanting to come talk to you the last few days, but you always seemed so busy with your um... trading stuff." 

"If it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck..." 

"Josh, please." 

Talking to her was the last thing I wanted. I was still very embarrassed over that night and confused regarding me getting a daily boner to her vision however feeble and short-lasting those erections had been. 

"Can't it wait till—" 

"I would really like to talk to you now." 

I turned my gaze to scope her eyes, and I could tell she wasn't about to go away. 

"Alright; give me two minutes." 

She stepped in after shutting the door and took a seat on my bed while I exited my active trades with what little profit I was able to make. I spun my fancy office leather chair and lit up a cigarette. 

"Yeah?" I sighed and took a drag, praying she wouldn't mention that incident. 

"So um... did you make a lot of money today?" 

"No." 

"Oh. Um...was it just a bad day or—" 

"Brooke, cut to the chase; I'm busy." 

"Ok," she sighed. "I wanted to talk about... about that night. You know, when I caught—" 

"Yeah, got it. No need to..." 

"Sorry." She bashfully smiled. "I guess I just wanted to ask what drove you to..." 

She halted, staring at me in anticipation. 

"God," I sighed, blowing the smoke out of my window. "I'm horny, and I was just looking for a release; that's it, Brooke. No need to make a big deal out of it." 

"So you and Shannon aren't..." 

She paused again, looking for me to continue. 

"How is that any of your business?" 

"I guess it's not, sorry." She stirred awkwardly on the bed, adjusting her seating position. "Well, I wanted to ask what made you so... worked up that night." 

"That is, too, none of your business, Brooke." 

Her big hazel eyes locked with mine. "Was it me?" 

I was flabbergasted that she said it. I couldn't believe that she said it. She was right, of course, but she had no way of telling that just from seeing me masturbating. 

"Brooke, what are you insinuating here? Do you think I'm this sick per—" 

"Don't lie to me, Josh. I know that I got you... excited." 

"Jesus Christ..." I took two consecutive drags and released the smoke out of my nostrils. "And how exactly have you reached this conclusion?" 

"Well, that night... I saw you looking at me. I didn't wanna say anything, but I caught you in the corner of my eye... checking me out, and let's not forget that you were... pretty hard when—" 

"God damn it, Brooke! I wasn't checking you out, and I already told you I was dying to pee. So if you don't mind, I have important business here to attend to." 

I whirled to my computer and prayed that she would leave. 

"I'm not done yet, Josh." 

I swiveled back to her. "Then you should really hurry up 'cause I have zero time for this." 

"Yeah, thought so; you never have time for me. Why would you, right? It's not like I'm anyone important to you." 

She seemed hurt again, which was easily reflected in the tone of her voice and glistening eyes. 

"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to appear so..." 

"Rude? Jackass?" 

I nodded. "You are important to me. I was just..." I took another drag and sighed. 

"Embarrassed?" 

I nodded again, putting out my cigarette. 

"Josh, be level with me, don't be afraid: Was I... getting you excited that night?" 

"Christ." I shook my head while looking out the window. "I can't believe we're having this conversation." 

"Josh?" 

I battled myself for another spell. 

"Yes," I sighed back at her, defeated, "but it wasn't—" 

"I knew it," she swiftly said, smiling in self satisfaction. 

"Brooke, I was just a little tipsy that night, and I'm under a lot of stress lately, and—" 

"Sexually?" 

"Yes. Sexually. And so I didn't—" 

"So you and Shannon aren't?" 

Damn it! I told her it was none of her business. 

"No, we're not. Yet." 

"Oh." 

"Listen, I have this... problem with my... and I'm lately unable to get an uh... to get..." 

"Hard?" 

"Shit," I sighed. "Yes. And that night, sick and perverse as it was, I was finally able to, and I'm really, really stressed out lately, so you understand? It's probably why I got so..." 

"Hard?" 

"Fuck! Yes... In the first place." 

"When you're with Shannon, are you able to—" 

"Yeah, that's not the problem. The problem seems to be when I'm on my own. I might need to go see a doctor." 

There was a moment of stillness in which each was trying to think of what to say. 

"Ok, so here it goes," Brooke anxiously sighed, springing to her knees on the bed as if she had just come back to life. "I've got a proposition for you." 

"Um, what?" 

I was still overwhelmed with guilt for admitting it to her. 

"I've got a proposition." 

"Uh, ok." 

"If you're willing to spend more time with me, doing stuff with me like we used to do years ago, I'm willing to... get you excited." 


Siblingly Binding Ch. 01



I gaped at her. "You gotta be fucking kidding me." 

"Why? It's a win-win deal. You get to have... fun with yourself, and I get to spend more time with you, and you already admitted that you're too stressed out, so what's the problem? Aside from yours," she giggled. 

"God damn it, Brooke! Don't make fun of my problem, and do you have any idea how sick this sounds?" 

"Of course it's sick: that I'm your sister, and you don't even want to spend some time—" 

"Not that! The other part." 

"Oh," she giggled bashfully. "It's not my fault that you're finding me... and it's a given that you seem to find me... so we're not doing—" 

"This is really fucked up. I'm already embarrassed. Why would you even—" 

"Josh, it's not like I'm going to... touch you or anything. I'm just going to help you to get in the mood, and from there... well, you know what to do from there if judging from that night." She simpered. 

I shook my head. "This is sick." 

"No more than what you were already doing." 

She had a point there. 

"And you don't mind... getting me in the mood?" 

"Not at all." 

"You do realize I have porn on my computer." 

She smirked. "But only getting yourself rock hard looking at me." 

"Jesus Christ," I sighed, shaking my head, "you're a piece of work, Brooke." 

"Then you'll do it?" 

"No. I'm not going to do it: letting my baby sister pimp herself, so I can... No. Not a chance in hell." 

"That didn't seem to stop you that night when you—" 

"Must you constantly bring it up?" 

Not that she was wrong. 

"Look, is it weird that you're finding me... excitable? Yeah. Is it weird that I'm willing to help you out to relieve some stress? Probably. Can we get past that, so everyone get their way?" 

"I'm... I really don't have time now—" 

"To spare me?" 

Her hazel eyes stabbed me in ache. 

"Brooke, look, I'm... I'm sorry." I rotated back to my computer."I'm really busy." 

"Ok," she sighed cheerlessly. "That's too bad." She got up and strode to the door. "What if—" 

"What now?!" I shouted, swiveling my chair to face her. 

"Jesus, Josh, can you be more of an asshole?" 

"Sorry. What... What now?" 

"Counteroffer: What if... if you only got what you want out of the deal? Would you do it then?" 

I was intrigued. She would set me in the mood, and I would be able to relieve myself while getting awesome orgasms out of it, and I wouldn't need to do stupid stuff with her or go to a doctor. It was extremely tempting. 

She had a sly smile smudged all over her face. "I got you to think about it, didn't I?" 

"What's the catch?" 

"Why do you think—" 

"There's always a catch." 

"Well, since you put it like that," she giggled. "I was thinking we should play a game or something, and if I win, you'll give me what I want, and if you win, you'll get what you want." 

It was very enticing but not enough for me to have said yes. If I had lost, I would have needed to spend time with her and wouldn't have gotten anything out of it. Not to mention that I was still morally conflicted with letting my sister getting me excited, so I could go beat off in my room. 

"Tempting, yet respectfully, I must decline." 

She looked hurt and disappointed, and her eyes seemed to shut down. 

"Oh... Ok. Have a good night then. See you... whenever." 

*** 

I stood my ground that night, but the damage had already been done. She got me to think about it, and slowly, I was incessantly thinking about it. In less than 24hrs, that was all I could think about: of how she would excite me, of how I would be able to relax... I wondered what sort of depraved ideas she had for getting me in the mood. 

It was Thursday evening, and I was in my room trading the less lucrative Asian market yet again just so I wouldn't need to see Brooke; nonetheless, I was now obsessing about her offer, and I had been so tense since it had been almost a week since I last relieved myself that I decided to take her up on that offer. 

I stood outside her room and knocked. 

"Yeah?" 

I opened the door. "Hey." 

Her eyes lit up, and a self-pleased smirk spread across her face. 

"Well, come on in..." 

She was sitting on her bed doing her toenails, painting them in pastel green. Her golden brown hair was gathered in a ponytail, and she was wearing those short boxers accompanied with a white crop top. 

Damn it! She was so sexy. 

"Would you mind if I sat here?" I pointed at the bed. 

"Please do." 

I took a seat next to her and watched her at work. 

"What's on your mind, brother?" she cunningly asked, clearly aware of my intentions. 

"I'm... I have been—" 

"Stressed out?" she chimed in, staring at me with those beautiful, big hazel eyes of hers. 

I shot her a look. "—thinking about it, and—" 

"But you are stressed out." 

"Yes—I mean no—I mean... Shit." 

She laughed. "I didn't get it. Is it a yes or a no?" 

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" 

"A little," she giggled. 

"If we do this... I need to know that you can get me... " 

She looked into my eyes. "Hard?" 

"Must you always use that word?" 

"Then what word would you use?" 

I shook my head in discomfort. "Whatever. Because I thought about it, and it could have been just a one off thing. Maybe it—" 

"So you came here for a taste. You wanna sample the goods before we proceed with our transaction." 

"Jesus, Brooke! You're making it sound like I'm buying drugs from you." 

She laughed cheerfully. 

She actually had quite the laugh: warm, and genuine, and— 

"I'll tell you what: As a proof of concept, I'm ready to throw you a freebie tonight, if... you make a commitment to go along with the deal on my terms." 

"You really do sound like a drug dealer, you know that?" 

She laughed again. "What's it gonna be, Josh? 'Cause I'm a very busy girl." 

"I thought you wanted to spend time with me." 

Her smile miraculously faded away. "Well... that's... I don't have time for this. Yes or no?" 

"Christ," I sighed, shaking my head. "Yes." 

She gazed up from painting her nails. "Yes, you are committing now to our deal with no exit option for the next six months?" 

"Six months?!!" 

"Take it or leave it." She returned to her beautiful nails. 

"You drive a hard bargain." 

She looked up at me annoyed. "Quit stalling. Well?" 

"Fuck! But if Shannon and I—" 

"But what if you don't? Do you really wanna take that chance? Going like this for months, all stressed out, not being able to... cum?" 

"Don't say that word, and why are you whispering? You're making it sound... sexy." 

She giggled. "I don't know what you're talking about. Yes or no, Josh? And answer quickly because now I don't even know if you're really worth it after—" 

"Ok! Christ," I fired, fearing she would back down. 

"Good. Meet me downstairs in ten. We're going to watch a movie together." 

I plunked onto the sofa in the living room, anxious and quite nervous. I couldn't believe what we were about to do: making sure my baby sister could get me excited. 

"Hey." She joined me and lay on the sofa next to me. "So what movie would you like to watch?" 

"I don't know; I don't care. Just put something on." 

"Relax, Josh." She smiled. "It'll be fine." 

"So how are we"—I gulped—"going to do it?" 

"I don't know. Do whatever that made you... last time." 

"I appreciate it that you didn't say that word." 

"What word? Hard?" 

I shook my head. "That's just great..." 

She laughed. "I'm just teasing you. Come on, think happy thoughts. You know —me." She giggled some more. 

"Oh god I want to die." 

We started watching some movie, but I was barely concentrating. I was trying to get myself aroused while ogling my sister. It didn't work. I couldn't get myself excited. 

"How are we doing there?" she asked, not even taking her eyes off the screen. 

"I think I'm too nervous. It's a good thing though. It means I still have morals and dignity. I knew I couldn't be that damaged." 

She snuck a peek at my crotch before firing into my eyes a hurting gaze, as if she was insulted. 

"That's too bad," she muttered in ache. "Maybe I can't really get you... Maybe you were right." 

She took off her hair scrunchie and swayed her long hair in a way that it landed just on top of her ribs. 

"I'm a little tense myself lately," she whispered. 

She started moving her neck in slow, circular motions, softly pinching her bare tummy and playing with her piercing. Seconds later, she moistened her lush lips while breathing heavier and gyrating her pelvis. She extended her left leg all the way to me, just brushing up her majestic foot against my thigh. After a few gentle touches, she pressed her foot to me and started tugging at my thigh with her feminine toes. 

"I'm so tense," she softly panted. 

Her left hand traveled to her naked ribs with her fingernails slowly gliding up and down... Up and down... Up and— 

"What?" I said. "Did you say something?" 

She smiled in content. "I said we have"—her eyes gestured at my groin—"quite the liftoff." 

I looked down at my crotch — I was harder than steel. 

"Oh shit..." 

She got up smiling and sashayed around the sofa. She bent over and whispered in my ear, "I own your ass now." She drenched my cheek with a wet kiss, and as she climbed up the stairs she added, "Come to my room as soon you finish your business. We'll finalize the rest of our deal." 

*** 

I knocked on her door twenty minutes later. I already came like a rocket to her mesmerizing body earlier in my room, and I was feeling so much more relaxed and at ease... and perverse. 

"Come in, brother." 

She sat on her bed holding a sheet of paper and a pink pen. 

I sat next to her. 

She grinned. "I take it it went well?" 

I shrugged in defeat. 

"Excellent. So the terms of our agreement as you accepted beforehand are as follow: 

"1. Once a week on a predetermined day, we'll sit for a game of poker for a full hour. By the end of the hour, whoever holds more chips will be declared the winner. The winner may request whatever he'd like according to the specifications which will be elaborated on later articles. 

"2. The loser may ask for a second game to be conducted—should he chooses to—and the winner will not be able to decline; that said, conducting a second game does not override the result of the prior game but simply grants another chance for either party to earn a win. 

"3. The specifications of the requests: Brooke will be able to request her brother, Josh, with no other company but him and at any given date, to partake in an activity of her choice with no time barriers whatsoever, so long as Josh has been given a 24hr notice. Josh will be able to get a continuance only once he has acquired Brooke's consent. 

"Josh will be able to request Brooke to keep him company until he gets rock hard, so he is able to abuse himself in the privacy of his own room. He isn't allowed to request for any form of physical contact, nor is he allowed to ask Brooke to pose, dance, or take off any of her clothing. Josh may claim his reward only immediately after the poker game unless he has gained more than one win; in which case, the second reward will be given at a later date. 

"4. This agreement is siblingly binding for a period of six months as of tomorrow with no exit options for either party regardless whatever circumstances and cannot be voided." 

I goggled at my sister. "Holy shit." 

"Yeah," she giggled. 

"Siblingly?" 

"I needed something to rime with legally." 

"I'm gonna need a copy of this." 

"It's already in your inbox." 

"Oh. Um... I want a free pass for the next two weeks." 

"Ah?" She darted me with a befuddled look. 

"If you're getting everything you want, then I want once a week for the next two weeks for you to um... and I won't need to spend time with you. We'll start our agreement in two weeks." 

"Joshua! That's not what we have agreed!" 

"Call it a Christmas bonus." 

"A) Christmas is in four months, and B) Why should you get any bonus in the first place?!" 

"A) Whatever, and B) Because I asked." 

She shook her head in anger. "Forget it." 

I got up and was about to leave her room, yet I stopped at her doorway when I suddenly realized that I probably needed her more than she needed me. 

"Brooke, do you have any counteroffer? Meet me half way?" 

She looked deeply hurt when she gazed up at me, almost in tears. 

"Am I really worth so little to you that you're willing to do whatever just so you can avoid spending time with me?" 

I didn't comment on that and kept my stare fixed at her, hoping she would crack and give me something. 

She pondered fleetingly. "The best I can do is to give a two week continuance for the next two weeks, and once those two weeks are up, so is your continuance. The poker game and everything it entails stay the same. Take it or leave it." 

"I'll take it," I swiftly said. "So what now?" 

"We need to agree on a fixed day to have our poker game. Any preferences?" 

"I don't care." 

"How about every Wednesday?" 

"I guess." 

"Good. Meeting adjourned." 

*** 

We started our two week period of "Getting to know each other" as my sister drafted as a standalone appendix in our agreement. Essentially, it meant that if I lost our poker game, I would be given up to two weeks until I needed to pay the piper. 

Her counteroffer didn't benefit me in any way since I didn't care if I had to spend time with Brooke this week or in two weeks, but I didn't say anything to her since she was quite emotional that night, and she had probably thought I had a busy schedule for the next two weeks, although I didn't. 

Shannon and I split up a few days later. I was pushing for too much, and she accused me for being with her just so I could fuck her. She wasn't wrong, but it still hurt. She said it was her fault for mistaking me for a good guy and that I had no idea what I was missing out on. I was now at my sister's mercy even more than before, though I kept it from her that I had stopped seeing Shannon. 

Brooke and I barely spoke throughout the next few days. I tried masturbating a few times since that night she had made me hard yet to no avail. I was eagerly waiting for Wednesday, so Brooke would get me erect again, provided I won our little poker game. 

*** 

Wednesday had arrived, and at 8 PM Brooke texted me to join her in her room. She seemed enthused to see me. 

"Hey, Josh! Come in. I have everything set and waiting for us." 

She had a poker suitcase on the floor, and the chips were already stacked neatly on her bed along with two decks of cards which she was masterfully shuffling as I joined her. There was a beer waiting for me, a coke for her, and a few bags of chips. 

I sat on her bed next to her. "Wow, Brooke, you've really gone all the way with this. I'm impressed." 

"If we're going to do it every week, we should have fun while doing it." 

"Good thinking. Where did you get that suitcase from?" 

"I borrowed it from a friend." 

"Sweet." I took a sip from my beer. "So, what poker are we playing?" 

"What do you mean?" 

"Seriously, Brooke? There are like million different ways to play poker." 

"Oh?" she said, puzzled. 

"Yeah. There's five card poker, Texas Holdem, Omaha Holdem... You never heard of them?" 

"No. I thought you could teach me 'cause I knew you know the rules and everything." 

"Picking up a game you don't know is a sure way to lose our little... whatever it is." 

A frown of worry creased her face. "Yeah, I guess I didn't think it through really... Then maybe we can play something else, so I'll have a better chance to—" 

"What's done is done. If it's in our agreement, you have to play it." I fleered. "Too bad for you." 

"You're such an asshole, Josh! Would you really let me play a game I'm not good at just so you could win?" 

"Let me think about that... Yes." 

"I guess you're more stressed out than I thought," she bitterly said, sounding more venomous than ever. 

But I couldn't care less. "You don't even know the half of it." 

"Then you'd better hope for your sake that I'm a slow learner." 

We sat for our game of Texas Holdem after I explained her all the rules and card combination hierarchy, and after we played a few demo rounds so she could get the hang of it, and it was quite enjoyable. We shared a few good laughs and brought up all sorts of childhood memories, some happier than others. We discussed interesting films we saw of late, and I was surprised of how less annoying Brooke really was. She was kind of ok. I genuinely didn't see it coming. 

By the end of the hour, I essentially slaughtered her, and my stack of chips was three times than hers. A part of that was because she was such a bad liar, and in this game, if you don't know how to bluff, you might as well forefeet before the cards have even been dealt. 

"Oh, look at that." I smirked. "Our hour is up, Brooke, and it's time for you to hold up your end of the deal." 

She cluttered her miniscule stack of chips on the bed and leaned back against her fluffy array of pillows she had assembled prior to our game. 

"Which is?" 

I started blushing. "You know." 

A mischievous grin stretched her mouth wide. "No, I don't. Tell me." 

"Um... to get me uh..." 

"Still can't say it?" she giggled. 

"To get me..." 

"Hard?" 

"Fuck!" 

She burst into laughter and didn't calm down for a good amount of time. 

"Yes," I said once she regrouped. 

"All in due time, brother. I would like to have another game. I'm not giving up on our precious time together without a fight." 

"What? You mean now?!" 

"Mmhmm. Per our agreement, it's perfectly in my rights—since I lost—and you are bound to agree. So shuffle." She tossed the cards at me. "I'm going downstairs to get you another beer." 

"Brooke, it's not fair! I'm so fuckin'... tense." 

"And I'll help you relive after we have finished this game."She strode to the door, but then she halted and smiled. "Isn't this fun?" 

I shook my head in anger. "You know what? I don't care. Just more orgasms for me." 

"Don't put the cart before the horse, Josh. Who knows, you might need to spend some time with me after all." 

We had another game ready minutes after, and we continued chatting about various things, but something was different about this game. It was much more even. She really seemed to improve her bluffing skills, and I was struggling to get a read on her. By the end of the hour, and although it was tight, she—to my utter amazement—won. 

"Well, lookie here." She smiled proudly. "I guess I'm not such a slow learner after all." 

"No, I... I guess you're not," I said, still befuddled of how she had gone from being a complete novice to a reasonable player in a two hour span. 

"Don't look so bummed, Josh." 

"No, I'm not um... I was just counting on that second... This past week has been pretty taxing." 

"Well, that's just goes to show you: Never underestimate me." She grinned. "I'll email you our plans later, but first... let's take care of you." 

I instantly cheered up, forgetting all about my loss. 

"Ok. Sounds real good. Are mom and dad still there?" 

She shrugged. "I don't know. Why?" 

"So we can... you know, 'watch a movie'." 

She shook her head laughing. "You're so sweet, Josh, keeping it PG, though it's time for you to accept that I'm a grown woman, and we're not going to watch a movie." She licked her full lips and whispered, "We're going to get you hard. Rock hard." 

"Jesus, Brooke!" 

She laughed. "Get over it. Now we don't need to go downstairs since we can do it here." 




Siblingly Binding Ch. 01



"Here?!" 

I was still recovering from my sister's outrageous whisper. 

"Is there a problem?" 

"Uh... no. I guess it's a good place as any. So, where do you want me?" 

"Um... lie here." She scooted aside, offering me her spot. "Lie against my pillows." 

I did as she said, anxiously expecting. 

"I would have just sat and done nothing, like I am suppose to do according to our agreement, but since we clearly saw it was doing nothing for you, I'm willing to go the extra mile and do a little more." 

I kept quiet. I wasn't going to ask for more but was grateful she suggested it, nonetheless. 

She took off her scrunchie and sensually swayed her beautiful hair from side to side. 

"You do want me to do more, don't you, Josh?" 

I didn't comment since I was torn about the whole thing. My mind was screaming a resounding no, yet my dick was pulsing with a determined yes. 

She started tugging up her tank top, uncovering her toned tummy inch by inch, flexing her muscles and harassing her piercing. 

"What's that, Josh? I didn't hear you." 

She wanted me to say it. She wanted me to admit I wanted more; however, I still kept to myself, hoping she would drop it. 

"Say it, Josh." She looked straight at me. "Tell me you want more." 

I couldn't bring myself to say it. If I had said it, I would have been accepting I was hopelessly perverse. 

She got irritated and covered her tummy back. 

"If you're not going to say it, I might as well stop and just sit back and let you try on your own." She shook her head as she softly said, "You don't want that, do you, Josh?" 

I mirrored her head shake, hypnotized. 

She moistened her lips while staring into my eyes. She crawled on all fours to hover over me from the side a moment later. 

"You don't want me to stop, do you?" she whispered in my ear, groping my pecks with her right hand and breathing heavier. "Tell me... Tell me you don't want me to stop." 

"Don't." 

"What was that?" she panted in my ear. 

"Don't." 

She panted louder, "I can't hear you." 

"Don't stop." 

She glided her hand down to my chiseled stomach, sliding her fingers to the contour of my abs while panting in my ear. It wasn't casual, short-of-breath panting. It was sex-like, explicit, I'm riding a ten inch dildo panting. 

"Tell me you like this," she panted. 

"I like this." 

"How bad you like it?" 

"So bad," I panted myself. 

"So should I stop?" she asked in between labored breaths. 

"No," I panted. 

"I don't think you mean it," she panted as though she was about to climax any second now. "I think you... want me to stop." 

"Don't stop!" 

"Then why do I feel... you want me stop?!" 

"Brooke, I don't want you stop!" 

"I'm begging, Josh," she maniacally panted, "don't make me stop!" 

"Don't you fucking dare to stop!" 

She flinched back, startled, and took off her hand. She scooted aside and pulled her hair back into a ponytail to my utter surprise. 

"What are you doing?" I gazed at her, flummoxed. "I told you not to stop!" 

She gestured at my crotch with her eyes, still looking quite rattled. 

I looked bafflingly at my groin. "Jesus." 

She got me so hard that my cock genuinely believed it could take on my jeans' zipper by itself, threatening to rip through it. 

"Trust me"—she gawked at my bulge, winded—"Jesus couldn't have gotten you harder." 

It took me forty-seven seconds to exit her room, enter mine, and to cum like a missile to my sister's groping and panting frenzy that kept playing in my head like a catchy tune. I had never, ever came that hard in my life while masturbating, which was a disturbing realization to say the least. She had definitely gotten carried away there, and I knew she felt it, too. That look on her face when I exited her room was one of distressed and agitated. 

Twenty minutes later, while I was sucking on my burning cigarette, still ruminating on that panting festival I had attended earlier, I received an email from her detailing our forthcoming activity. She scheduled it for Friday night—two weeks from now—at the ice skating rink followed by a casual saunter to a specified coffee shop. She was thorough and left no detail out in fear I might have gotten upset if she had surprised me later. Since she gave me way more than a 24hr notice, I had no choice, so I emailed back my acknowledgment. 

*** 

I had been focusing my attention on getting erections all through the following week, yet I had failed time and again. My problem had aggravated, and I now ceased getting erect completely, even when I was thinking of Brooke's goddess of a body. 

I was very solicitous about it and went to see a specialized doctor, who prescribed me Viagra, which did nothing for me. I returned to him for further medical counseling, and he suggested that according to the symptoms I was exhibiting, I might be suffering from psychological impotence. In effect, it meant that my cock flow had been deteriorated by some sort of a mental blockage, and he advised me to see a therapist on the matter since conventional western medicine couldn't aid further. 

He reached that conclusion after I assured him I was able to get erections with girls, namely my sister, though I didn't tell him that. I was beginning to fear that even Brooke wouldn't be able to help me now and couldn't wait for Wednesday, so I could hopefully evaporate this evil concern. 

*** 

Wednesday 8 PM, and I was banging on Brooke's door as if her room were a church, and I had been desperately seeking for shelter from the authorities. By now, I was horrified by the possibly that last week's amazing orgasm might have been also my last. 

"Yeah, come in." 

I opened her door and brisk-walked to her bed. "Let's start." 

I began shuffling the cards with a sense of urgency after draining half of my beer in a second flat. 

"Whoa, Josh, how about hitting the brakes a little? An hour of poker is an hour of poker." 

"I know. I just need to... Let's just start playing! Quit messing around!" 

"Easy there, cowboy... You're super stressed, ah?" 

"Oh, Brooke, if you only knew." 

We started playing, and I was sweating; nervous; holding on to my chips for dear life; praying to god for aces and kings with each card deal; painstakingly dissecting Brooke's poker face, desperate for a telltale; ready to pick up on any minute tick on her pretty face that might have given me an edge. An hour and two beers later — I lost. 

I almost wept. "Oh god, no..." 

"You're a really sad loser, aren't you," she giggled. "As of before, I'll email you our future plans. Those are two times so far for you to enjoy my company, Josh." 

"Another one! I lost, so you have to agree; you have to. It's in our agreement; you have to." 

"Christ Josh, relax," she giggled. "No problem. We'll play another one, just... breathe or something before you get a heart attack." 

"Don't tell to me to relax, Brooke! I thought you were supposed to suck in this!" 

"I guess I'm really good at card games. You know I didn't know how to play it." 

"Oh god..." 

"Josh, are you ok? You're sweating, and now you're talking to yourself a little... Are you crying?" 

"I'm not crying! I'm just... Let's just play." 

Another beer and half a pack of cigarettes later — I won. 

"Oh my god, yes!" I said, throwing my hands in the air. 

"You're really stressed out, aren't you," she giggled. 

"So stressed out," I sighed. "Come on, do your thing." 

I shoved her aside, so I could take her place, resting my back against her pillow tower. 

"Josh! Don't push me!" She raised herself back to a sitting position. "What's with you, tonight? You look like you're about to die." 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to. I really need your A-game now." 

She was noticeably embarrassed. 

"I think that after last time... it'd be best if I toned it down a notch." 

"Whatever. Just get me fuckin'..." 

"Hard?" 

"Fuck! Yes! Get me; now; get me." 

"Yeah, got it." 

She sat on the far end of the bed in her checkered boxer shorts and red crop top. She untied her long golden brown hair from its scrunchie constraint and swayed it from side to side, moistening her lips, abusing her navel piercing, flexing her tummy muscles, gyrating her pelvis... She kept at it for minutes. 

"Do you like what you see, Josh?" she softly asked. 

I looked down at my crotch — nothing. 

"Yes, but I need more." 

After a moment of hesitation, and after she visually verified I was still flaccid, she crawled over to me, scattered her hair in my face, and hung high her impeccable ass while placing her mouth in my ear. 

"What's wrong?" she achingly whispered. "Don't you like me tonight?" 

I didn't answer. I was too nervous thinking about my malfunctioning cock. 

"Did you cum last week?" she whispered, releasing a few warm breaths down my ear canal. 

"Yes," I replied, taking notice of how good she smelled. 

"Did you cum hard?" 

"Yes." 

"Were you thinking about me?" she feebly sex-panted. 

"Yes." 

"Then why don't you like me anymore?" she whispered, genuinely sounding hurt. 

"I like you. It's not..." 

"I don't feel it, Josh," she achingly whispered. "What were you doing to me last week?" 

"I kissed you all over, and I was um..." 

"Did you fuck me?" she barely panted. 

"Yes." 

"Did I... like it?" She was breathing heavier. 

"You were lovin' it." 

"You gave it to me good?" she panted. 

"Yeah..." I started breathing heavier. 

"Then why don't you want to give it to me again? Why, Josh?! Give it to me, please... Don't make me beg." 

"I'm gonna..." 

She was breathing harder and louder. "I want you rock hard, so you can... tear me apart." 

"I'm dying to..." 

"I'm dying for it too, Josh," she panted. "Come on; fuck the hell out me..." 

"Oh god," I gasped. 

"What are you waiting for?!!" she panted-screamed in my ear. "I'm gagging for it! Just ease your cock inside me..." 

"God, Brooke..." 

"Pop my cherry and make me yours!" 

"I'm going to!" 

She gaped at me, aghast, and instantly retreated to check my package. 

"You're all set," she said, winded, looking more rattled and shaken than ever. 

I couldn't believe it. I looked down at my groin, and she was right — I was granite hard. 

"Oh my god I love you Brooke..." 

I sprinted back to my room to take full advantage of this sadly rare spectacle. I opened my desk drawer to get the lube, and I was so excited, I was so hard, I was so—wait, what? What the fuck?!! 

I was so soft... soft as a cloud. 

I sat in my office chair, baffled and dejected. How could I have gone soft in less than thirty-second? And Brooke really gave it her all. I was as strong as a bull when I left her room. I started realizing that I might be impotent after all. I had no way of telling why I couldn't keep an erection, or why I was struggling getting erect in the first place. 

I stepped out of my room and knocked on my sister's door. 

"Already?!" she asked behind the closed door. 

I entered her room and sat next to her on the bed. She was lying against her pillows, browsing through some women's magazine, but once she looked at me, she sat up straight, mirroring my worried face. 

"What's wrong, Josh? It didn't..." 

I shook my head. 

"But you were rock..." 

She was as puzzled as I was. 

"I think... I have a bigger problem than I initially thought. I... I might be impotent." 

I got her up to speed about the doctor and what he had said about my problem. 

"You're not impotent, Josh. We both saw it." 

"Brooke, I can't get myself excited when I'm by myself, and even with Shannon I wasn't that... You're probably the only one in the world who can get me that excited and even you..." I got up and sighed. "It's over. I'm not backing down on our time that I owe you, but I think our arrangement can't work anymore." 

"Oh no you don't. We have an agreement for six months. It's siblingly binding." 

"But if I can't—" 

"Come here; lie against my pillows. I'm gonna prove to you that it's all in your head." 

"Brooke, it's ov—" 

"It's not over," she said determinedly. "Lie down." 

I did as she instructed when she suddenly climbed on top of me with her crotch hovering over my groin in disturbing proximity. 

"What are you doing?!" I panicked. 

"Relax, I'm not gonna... Just relax. I want to try an exercise, and you'll see that you can get plenty hard and cum like normal." 

I looked suspiciously at her. "Ok, as long as it's not... weird—I mean more than what it already is." 

"Look into my eyes, Josh." She was straddling my crotch in the air, so there was no contact between us. "Tell me why I'm getting you excited." 

"I don't know," I sighed, shaking my head. "You have an awesome body, you're pretty... I have no fucking clue." 

"You like it when I talk dirty to you?" 

"Yeah," I admitted in shame, "too much, apparently." 

"What else? Be specific." 

I stared into her big hazel eyes for a moment, trying to get my thoughts in order. 

"I like your eyes, how they... seem to reflect what you're feeling inside. I like their color and shape, how they twinkle when you... look at me sometimes. Um... I like your nose. It's cute and small. I like it especially when you smile, how it wrinkles so adorably," I sheepishly giggled but stopped quickly when I became self aware. 

"That's uh"—she gulped—"good work, Josh." She leaned forward, bringing her bust closer to my chest. "Keep it going." 

"Well... I like your mouth, everything about it really: how your lips curl when you laugh, your perfect white teeth... and your lips... they are so full and—" I gulped. 

"Yes?" she whispered, her breathing becoming more apparent. 

"—succulent, inviting. And your smile, god... You have a really beautiful smile, sis: so sincere, warm, bright... I've never seen a smile more beautiful, come to think of it." 

I don't know what was happening to me, but I got completely lost in her and couldn't find my way back. I didn't even think about sex or my soft prick. I didn't think about anything but my sister. 

She blinked bashfully and her cheeks were now flushed. "Um... thank you, Josh. That's uh... very kind of you." She brought her face closer to mine—couldn't have been more than five inches away. "Is there anything else you... like about me?" 

I nodded. "I love your scent. I don't know if it's just your perfume or whatever, but I... I love smelling you. I really love how you..." 

"How I what?" she panted. 

I didn't answer. 

"No don't stop. What else?" 

"I love your hair, especially when it's loose, how it streams down your shoulders and back. It's really pretty. I like how you move it about, it's color... I..." 

"Yeah?" she gasped, her eyes begging for me to continue. 

I reached for her hair for some reason, as if I were compelled to reassure myself. I gently brushed it away from her face and tucked it behind her ear. I kept staring into my sister's hazel eyes—which were now just two inches away from mine—for a good amount of time. 

"I think you're pretty, too, Josh," she softly whispered. 

"Am I?" I whispered back. 

She nodded, licking her lips. "Don't you know it?" 

We locked eyes for god knows how long. 

"Brooke, why are you"—I gulped—"breathing so hard?" 

She reached for my cheek and caressed me as she tenderly whispered, "I could ask you the same thing." 

I suddenly felt a violent throb in my heart followed by a second one down my pants. I gazed down — I was locked and loaded. My sister glanced at my crotch and smiled before staring back into my eyes in stillness. I returned her stare, baffled. I was so confused about that jolt in my chest, my erection, this moment... about everything really. 

"Brooke, I... I have to test this." 

She nodded with a frozen grimace. "You do what you need to do." 

For some reason, I took my time when I returned to my room, as if I knew my erection would hold, even though I had no way of telling. I pulled down my shorts and briefs and stared perplexingly at my engorged prick. There it was — harder than ever; not even thinking about going soft. Weird. 

*** 

I came like a madman to my sister's image that night, and I really wish I hadn't since I wasn't masturbating to me fucking her at all. I was visualizing us making love. I didn't want to, but my mind kept forcing that image on me, and I came so hard I couldn't believe it. It really seemed to be psychological, my problem. But what? And why? 

Perhaps Brooke's outrageous dirty talk and ludicrous panting were doing the bulk of the job, but I couldn't help thinking that it might have been more than that. I then pondered that last dirty nothings she panted in my ear — that she wanted me to pop her cherry. I knew she was just trying to get me erect, yet I was constantly contemplating whether she was really a virgin. 

Then I began thinking that although she got me erect, it didn't hold, even with her sexual panting and ridiculous profanity. But that moment we shared, when she straddled me in the air, got me harder than ever, even though there was nothing sexual about the nature of it. Why was that? I couldn't answer. 

The next day, Thursday, I met with some friends at a bar and hit on a girl there. After trading wits and jabs back and forth, she took my number and told me she would call me. Like I never heard that before... Still, I had a good time, although my sister had been lodged in my awareness, and I was getting very confused as to why. 

Friday noon, and surprisingly, that girl called. She was cute on the phone as she had been at the bar and wanted us to go out that night. I got so excited since I really liked her and called Brooke—who was at the flower shop with my mom—and explained why I couldn't join her tonight. It was my first debt to her, and we were supposed to spend time tonight. She had everything planned two weeks ago: Ice skating and sitting for coffee. 

Since I knew she was embarrassed about our somewhat intimate and awkward moment from two nights ago—as she had been ignoring me completely since—I was positive she would want to reschedule if not cancel. 

I was wrong. Not only she did not want to cancel, she refused to reschedule and shouted at me for minutes, reminding me that our agreement was siblingly binding. Regretfully, I called that girl, explaining her that I had already made plans with my sister and couldn't cancel them now. She wasn't upset, thankfully; she thought I was being a good brother, and we postponed our date for Saturday night. 

I was waiting downstairs for Brooke after she texted me that she was ready for our night out. A couple of minutes later, she descended the stairs, and she looked... quite spectacular. I couldn't believe that my sister was so attractive. 

Her 5'6 frame was clad in a short skirt that flared at the hem, exposing her long, slim legs all the way down to her high heels, and a sexy blouse that accentuated her bosom to the max. Her sensual makeup stressed her pouty lips and big hazel eyes more than ever. Her golden brown hair flowed down her back like silk, and whatever fragrance she was wearing was driving me wild. 

I stared at her, stupefied, as if I had never seen her before in my life. 

"Brooke, you're... you're so beautiful." 

She simpered coyly. "So are you, Josh." 

We went out, and at first it was so uncomfortable because of that night and because it felt as though we were out on a date, but after we cleared the air, we swiftly began enjoying ourselves. 

We talked for hours and laughed when both of our faces met the ice up close while we were skating arm in arm. We then sauntered to the coffee shop—still arm in arm—discussing future plans and current desires. We later took a long drive in the car and kept our night out alive there for a few more hours. 




Siblingly Binding Ch. 01



A sense of intimacy seemed to be developing between us, an intimacy that had been absent for a few years now. We only returned home at dawn after spending seven hours together. I couldn't believe it. If it were a date, it would have been the best I had ever had. 

Something had altered inside me since that night. I ceased thinking of Brooke as my irksome baby sister and found myself more times than not wishing to have spent more time with her. I actually started waking up early, so we could share a cup of coffee in the mornings before she was off to work. 

However, I didn't tell her that. I used my trading as a cover story for our morning coffees together. I told her I began trading earlier in the day since the market had shifted and the best trades were now available mainly in the mornings.  

She seemed different too: sneaking smiles at me when our parents weren't looking or texting me at all hours of the day, telling me what she had done today etc; nevertheless, we kept our distance at home since our new-found intimacy felt a bit unnatural, like a foreign organ transplanted into our relationship. It was difficult to get accustomed to. 

My date with that girl went very well; ish. She didn't allow for us to get physical to my utter disappointment since I had been desperate to get somewhere with someone. It was probably for the best though, since I had zero erection when we shared a passionate kiss. 

On Sunday, I paid my sister my second debt, and we were out from noon until dusk strolling about in the shopping center, buying clothes, having lunch together, and sharing a dessert. We went inside those foolish photo booths and took pictures of us goofing around and making faces. It was good old fun. We had a great time, and the conversation was flowing like wine. It seemed we never ran out of topics to talk about. I was almost disappointed to have to return home. 

The next three days, we barely talked and rarely saw each other. She was busy with our mother at the flower shop preparing bouquets for a forthcoming wedding, and I met with friends and went out on a second date with Terri. We again had a great date but didn't get physical, and I again stayed flaccid throughout the entire duration of our hot kiss. 

*** 

Wednesday had arrived, and at 8 PM sharp, Brooke texted me to join her. I had been dying for a release. The closer my sister and I were getting the more tense I was becoming, and I had been trying everything, so I could have gotten an erection that past week, yet whatever my problem was, it was not going away. 

I opened her door after a couple of knocks. She was sitting on her bed just like the last couple of Wednesdays, wearing a blue crop top and a pair of checkered grey boxer shorts. Both the boxers and top seemed recently bought and more revealing, yet I could be mistaken. Her hair wasn't in a ponytail though, and she was wearing more makeup than usual. 

She giggled in coyness. "Hi". 

I smiled back, nervous for some reason. "Hi." 

I sat on her bed, and she handed me a beer, and to my utter surprise, she kissed me softly on the cheek, which shook me a bit. It didn't feel "siblingly", as she would have probably put it, even though it was purely on the cheek and with no apparent reason to believe it hadn't been. 

I glanced at her photo wall. She had quite the selection of photos there: with friends, with our parents, with our cousins, with our... me? There was a photo there of us from Sunday—when we had spent time together—and it completely threw me off. We were just staring at each other in black-white. No laughing. No cute faces. Just staring. I didn't remember that moment at all. And why would she choose that photo for her wall and not a less creepy one? We had plenty photos of us doing crazy shit. 

"Did you miss me?" she sweetly asked, shuffling the cards while nervously glancing back and forth between me and the deck. 

"I'm not that stressed out," I answered stiffly, faking disinterest in her. 

Her cute smile dissolved in a painful uncertainty. "Oh." 

I sighed and gulped a quarter of my beer. "Let's just do this." 

I didn't even know why I acted like that, but I did know I didn't want her to think I was beginning to enjoy our time together, as if I would be admitting my defeat. 

"Josh... is there something wrong?" Her voice carried a perceptible note of worry. 

"No. Why would there be? Now deal." 

We were playing in an exemplary stillness, rarely uttering something unrelated to our game. It was a tense game, too. I had been dying to cum this week, and I needed a win, badly. By the end of the hour, she obliterated me completely after I went all in on a bluff. 

She gazed into my eyes but kept her fleshy lips sealed. 

I got up angrily. "Email me what you wanna do. Good night." 

"Josh, wait." 

I turned around and saw a hurting expression gazing back at me. 

"What's wrong?" 

"Nothing," I answered, though there was definitely a something ringing in my voice. 

Our recent closeness had befuddled me: from her getting me erect, to me beating off to her image, to us getting closer... It was a lot to take in. 

"Then why are you so... aloof?" 

"Aloof?" 

She nodded, eyes glistening. "Did I do something wrong?" 

"No, not at all." 

"It sure feels like it." 

"What are you talking about? You did nothing wrong." 

"Are you"—she coyly blinked—"confused?" 

"Why would you think that?" 

"I don't know," she muttered, almost to herself. "I just... thought maybe..." 

I didn't want her to know I was getting confounded. 

"No, I'm not confused at all. As a matter of fact, I want a second game. Shuffle while I get us drinks." 

Her eyes sparkled in excitement, and she seemed to cheer up. 

"That's... great! Yeah, definitely!" 

I downed half of my beer before I even reentered her room, and I was a little lightheaded and more gleeful than before, which reflected in our game. We were starting to have fun and rarely uttered anything related to our game. We just talked about whatever, laughed, and enjoyed our time together. 

As the clock proclaimed the end of our game, I wiped the floor with her. Maybe it was the beers, maybe it was the reek of desperation for an orgasm, but I was on top of my game, and she could do nothing but to watch me claiming more of her chip stack. 

"You won!" 

"What did you expect? That I would lose two in a row? I was just a little off before, that's all." 

"Yeah, I can see that. You really brought your A-game to this one." 

She scooted over, so I could get ready for my cock therapy. I settled against her pillows, eager to claim my reward as I had been in critical need to get myself recalibrated. 

"Um... same routine as last week?" she asked. 

"Yes. Last week was quite... effective." 

She crawled over to me and gently scattered her sensational hair in my face, which smelled extra amazing tonight. She placed her pouty lips in my ear while hovering over me with her cute, tight butt hanging high in the air and got herself ready. I was getting excited even before she opened her mouth since I knew that she would talk dirty to me, and even though an erection wasn't yet present, I had no doubt it was a matter of seconds. 

"How are we doing today?" she whispered. 

"Much better now." 

"Why is that?" 

"'Cause um... I was just looking forward to it." 

"So you did miss me," she whispered and blew cool air in my ear. 

"Yes." 

"Then why did you say you didn't?" 

"I uh... I don't know." 

She caressed my cheek as she whispered, "Are you confused?" 

"What?!" 

I was surprised she asked that again. 

"Strike that; don't answer," she said quickly, taking off her hand. 

"Ok..." I replied, flummoxed. 

Her lips brushed up against my ear. "Have you thought about me?" 

"Yes." 

"How much have you thought about me?" 

"Um... a lot?" 

I was mystified. Where was the dirty talk? The panting? 

"A lot... How many times a day would you say?" 

"I'm not sure. Uh... too many." 

I was squirming. Her line of inquiry wasn't to my taste at all. 

"Every day?" she tenderly whispered, now caressing my neck. 

"Yes." 

She paused for a moment. She never paused before. 

"Brooke...?" 

"Were you thinking about me last week when you came?" 

Oh here we go; still no panting though. 

"Yes." 

"What did you do to me this time?" 

"I was... I was uh... Ask something else." 

Her integration was beginning to unsettle me. 

"Why don't you wanna tell me?" 

"I just don't." 

"You didn't fuck me last week, I can tell." 

"No, I... I didn't." 

"Then what did you do me?" she whispered. 

"I was... Brooke, I don't know if—" 

"Answer," she panted. 

"I was mak—Brooke, I'm really not comfor—" 

"You were making love to me, weren't you, Josh?" 

"Fuck," I sighed. "I'm so sorry. I couldn't contro—" 

"That's ok." She stroked my cheek. "How was it?" 

"Unbelievable." 

"Did you cum harder last week or the week before?" 

I guess we're not panting today... Oh well. 

"Last week." 

She paused again while caressing my neck. 

"Brooke, what's going—" 

"I've thought about you too," she panted. 

"You have?" I asked, surprised 

"Aha," she panted. 

"Really?" 

Her lush lips skimmed my ear. 

"Does it excite you?" she gasped. 

"Yes," I said, suddenly panting. 

"I've thought about you all week," she panted. 

A savage pulse hit my heart, which was now in a hurry for some reason because it was racing. 

"How many"—I gulped—"times a day?" 

She blew hot air in my ear and softly stroked my neck before she panted, "All day..." 

My heart thrice jolted. 

"Brooke, what's—" 

"You're good to go," she whispered before kissing my cheek and sitting back. 

I looked down at my crotch — I was harder than a blood diamond. I arose, sporting the mother of all erections, and gawked at my sister who was staring back at me in silence. I was more confused than ever. What just happened here? 

"Um... Brooke, what—" 

"You'd better hurry, Josh," she whispered, gazing at my prominent package. 

"Don't worry; I have a good feeling I'll make it with time to spare." 

I dragged my feet back to my room after grabbing a cold one from the fridge. I lit up a cigarette and plunked into my ridiculously large executive chair stupefied by that "dirty talk" my sister had given me. Three cigarettes and half-hour later, I shed my clothes to see my cock patiently standing at attention, awaiting its massage. What the... 

I came like an atom bomb to my sister's image making love to me all over again. 

*** 

That night and throughout the next day I was ruminating about my last cock treatment. Brooke had whispered too many disturbing things for me to remember. She thinks about me? Every day? All day?! Why? I managed to relax once I realized that she had meant for me to get erect, and it worked like a charm. That girl knew what she was doing. Excellent job really. 

My sister chose Saturday morning to collect. We drove to a nice park and sat for a picnic in an absolutely perfect setting: a lake, woods, and beautiful flowers surrounding us from all over. We brought a summer blanket for us to lie on and a wicker basket fully loaded with sandwiches, drinks, and various fruits. The weather couldn't have been better. 

We wined and dined while casually chitchatting before taking a relaxing stroll around the premises. My sister was taking the opportunity to enrich my poor floral lore as she had become somewhat of an expert on the matter. She was planning on getting a bachelor in business management and to join our mother's business. I was astounded to see how mature and driven she was, just an 18 year old teenager. 

We rented a row boat to sail the lake, and at one point Brooke started goofing around and was splashing water at me. Naturally, it was my duty as her older brother to show her what's what, and her clothes were soon drenched down to the last fiber of her panties. 

Alas, my triumph celebrations were short-lived as she propelled me into the water when I—intoxicated with power—allowed myself to turn my back to her in a moment of foolishness. Never turn your back to a woman. She helped me back to the boat while laughing her ass off, and we returned home after totaling four hours there. 

Neither was satisfied with spending a merely pitiful four hours together, yet I kept quiet since I didn't want Brooke to think I was enjoying her company. Luckily, she didn't let me off the hook just yet, and so we showered and got dressed before going out again to the bowling alley to only conclude my debt to her after nine hours. 

Brooke was now occupying my mind more than ever. I couldn't get her out of my head. She seemed to take permanent residence in the depths of my consciousness and just wouldn't move out. I was so very confused. That intimacy between us bewildered me. We weren't getting closer as siblings so much as... people: just two persons getting to know each other. 

There was nothing "siblingly" in our intimacy. I knew that because I would be having wet dreams about her amongst other things. I was relentlessly laboring to categorize her as nothing more than my sister, yet my mind would simply not engage. I didn't know how to resolve that dissonance. That erection therapy she had been giving me combined with us getting closer more than ever was beginning to play tricks on me. I needed some time off. 

So the next few days I stayed at friends, trading from their place and doing everything in my power not to think about my sister. It was pointless. She was all I was thinking about, so much so that my trading seemed to take a hit, and I was barely making money for the duration of my time there. 

*** 

Wednesday 8 PM — poker night. I had returned home earlier that day and took an afternoon nap before knocking on my sister's door. 

"Come in, Josh." 

I opened the door, and my heart jerked twice before proceeding skipping beats like a little girl skipping a rope. Brooke was sitting on her bed wearing her pajamas: green crop top and checkered grey boxer shorts. Hair: loose and magnificent. Makeup: sensual and plentiful. Scent: aromatic and erotic. 

"Hey," she whispered in coyness. 

"Hey." 

She patted on the bed, and I joined her. 

"I've missed you," she whispered and lingered on my cheek with a tender kiss. 

She handed me a beer a moment later. 

I didn't answer. I was very uncomfortable with that kiss, with her whispering... with everything really. 

We dived into our little poker game, and it was tense, tense, tense, and not because I was horny. The atmosphere just seemed more charged than ever, but I was reluctant to understand with what exactly; nonetheless, it was very enjoyable — our talk, not the game, since she utterly annihilated me. 

She bashfully blinked. "Um... I'll email you our plans later?" 

"Yeah, you do that." 

I spent a moment scoping her eyes in perplexity. She stared back, but there was no confusion in her eyes, at least not anymore there wasn't. There was something else, yet I couldn't decipher what. 

I rose after I was finally able to put an end to that awkward staring session. "Well, good night." 

"Josh, don't you want a second game?" 

I did want a second game. "No." 

"Oh. You're not... stressed out?" 

I was very stressed out. "No." 

"Josh?" 

"Well yeah, but... I don't..." 

I was clueless of what was wrong with me, and I had a strong feeling my cock therapy had a lot to do with it. 

"It's your call, but I really think you should reconsider." 

My mind lingered on the way she emphasized the "really" part, though I couldn't decrypt that, either; even so, my dick wasn't in a position it could have allowed me to pass on a chance for a release. 

"Fuck," I sighed, frustrated. "Shuffle." 

She got up smiling and hugged me tight; tight enough for me to feel her ample breasts pressing hard against my chest. Definitely too tight. And liked it. Why did I like it? 

She kissed my cheek again while stroking the back of my head and whispered, "Sit. I'll go get you another beer." 

As she walked to the door, I couldn't help checking out her tight little ass as it swayed sideways so erotically. It was splendid. I wanted to spread it. What is going on with me? 

Our second game was much more enjoyable, and not because I was winning. Well, not only because I was winning. I was more relaxed, and I didn't feel that tension—so much—our conversation was better, and yes, I was winning. 

"Well done. You always seem to lift your game the second time around." She scooted aside, so I could lean against her pillows. "I'm assuming you'd like your reward now?" 

"You know what? Can we postpone it for tomorrow? I'm afraid I won't be able to make it through a whole week, and I'm surprisingly more restrained now, though I know tomorrow I'll be in a really bad shape." I chuckled. 

My answer caught her by surprise, and her face couldn't hide it. "Um...yeah, yeah, sure. No problem." 

"I had a really nice time, Brooke. I almost wished we could have played more." I smiled briefly and headed to the door. 

"Josh?" 

I turned around. "Yeah?" 

"Would you like to... watch a movie with me?" 

"Brooke, we just agreed—" 

She burst out laughing. "No, I'm talking about the real deal. I have a few DVDs here. We don't even need to go downstairs. What do you say?" 

I looked into her warm hazel eyes for a moment, pondering it. "Yeah, I'd like that." 

"Yeah?" she said, surprised. 

"Yeah." I smiled. 

We were lying on her bed watching a movie she had borrowed from a friend—the one that had lent her the poker suitcase—and I was truly enjoying our new closeness, even though I hadn't said anything to her. 

"It's a good movie, right?" she asked forty minutes later. 

"It's really good. Not as good as 'our movie' though," I giggled. 

"Yeah, I bet," she giggled back and drank from her coke. 

We focused back on the surprisingly good movie. 

"Um... Josh?" she called two minutes later, placing her drink on her bedside table. 

"Yeah?" 

"Would it be weird if we...if we cuddled? Just for a little while?" 

I hadn't even thought about it, yet now that she suggested it, I suddenly really wanted to cuddle. But why? 

"I uh... I don't know, Brooke." 

"Come on, if it feels weird, we'll stop." 

She didn't await my approval. She laid her head on my chest and adjusted her position, so now she was with her right knee on my stomach while her right arm engulfed my torso, and I was enveloping her lithe frame with my right arm. It was as snug as it gets. 

"Doesn't feel weird, does it?" She smiled. 

I shook my head, smiling back. 

It actually felt sublime to hold her like that, which got me even more befuddled than ever. Surly, it shouldn't have felt right. Siblings just don't hold each other in this fashion; nevertheless, I gave in to this exhilarating feeling, to her touch, and to her captivating scent. 

Ten minutes passed, and her knee accidentally grazed my groin, which triggered my dormant piston to throb its cobweb off. I didn't say anything to her though, so she wouldn't be alarmed that I was beginning to get excited. I kept watching the movie, yet I couldn't concentrate anymore. 

A moment later, her knee brushed up against my cock again, which pushed me to build an erection to remember. I squirmed to my left and distanced my crotch from her knee; however, that proved to be a futile endeavor since seconds later, her knee hunted down my dick again, as if she wanted me to get hard. There was no way she hadn't felt my erection by now. 

To my amazement, she began working her knee up and down, repeatedly scraping against my fully awake member over my shorts, and it almost felt as though she was jerking me off! I was so perplexed about all of this, yet I was rendered paralyzed and dumbfounded. 




Siblingly Binding Ch. 01



No more than twenty seconds later — and all pretence was gone. Her knee was bobbing faster on my distended manhood while her lips were an inch from my neck, releasing her sweet, warm breaths on my skin. I couldn't believe this was happening. 

"Brooke, you're... you're jacking me off." 

In reply, she removed her knee and replaced it with her hand, breathing on my neck as if she had been possessed. She was rubbing my cock over my shorts, pinching the head, bobbing to the full length of my shaft, making sure she wasn't skipping an inch of her brother's bloated prick. 

"Brooke, this is wrong," I panted. 

"You want me to stop, Josh? Say the words." She dealt my neck wet, sensual kisses. "God, you're big... I wanna feel how big you are." 

She slipped her hand into my shorts and worked my cock directly over my boxer briefs. It was too shocking for words. 

"Brooke..." 

"Just say it, Josh, and I'll let go." She nibbled on my ear, licking inside. "Tell me to stop." 

"This is so wrong," I gasped, torn to my very core. 

"I know." 

She was now all over my cock, caressing it with long, potent strokes in perfect rhythm. 

"Brooke, this is really... Jesus," I moaned. "You really need to—oh fuck..." 

"Do you want me to stop? Just say it, sweetie, say it. Tell me to take my hand off." She swirled her thumb on my tip before returning to her aggressive stroking. "I know you wanna say it. I can feel it"—she gave my neck an outrageous lick—"but I can't stop till you say the words." 

"Oh god, Brooke, you're gonna make me cum," I groaned. 

It seemed to drive her utterly mad, and she started tugging up my shirt, uncovering my abdomen in its entirety. She slid her hand under my boxer briefs and worked my bare cock, strangling it and immediately going back to bobbing from base to tip. 

"Josh, you're fucking huge. Did you know that?" she panted, ogling me. "So god damn thick... and how long is this thing?" She tugged at my head a few times. "I can feel your pre-cum, so I'm gonna rub it in my hand, and you'll cum like a fucking rocket, ok?" 

She smeared my pre-cum all over her hand and smoothed my cock with a few slow strokes. 

I couldn't answer as I was intoxicated by her bobbing touch. My baby sister was beating me off, talking dirty in my ear, panting and licking my neck. I was seconds from cumming. 

"Tell me you want me to make you cum," she whispered, swirling her thumb at my piss slit. "Tell me you want me to... to make you blow your load." 

Fuck! She was pushing me to admit I wanted it, but I just kept breathing, concentrating on my impending orgasm. 

"I think I made a mistake." She nibbled on my earlobe. "You don't seem to want me to make you cum. I'm taking my hand off now." She stopped bobbing. 

"Don't you fucking dare, Brooke! I'm seconds away." 

She resumed working my shaft but avoided the tip. "I'm so confused, sweetie. You do want me to make you cum, don't you? Say it. Ask me to make you cum." 

"Brooke... a little up," I begged, almost crying. 

I was dying for her to rub the head. I was so tense. My balls felt as if they might explode if I didn't cum. 

"I'm gonna make you cum so hard, baby... Just ask me to, and I'll let you blow your entire load in my hand. Ask me." She was breathing on my neck like a maniac. "Ask me, Josh!" 

"Brooke... I want you to make me cum. Now!" 

She nibbled on my ear in excitement, now bobbing on all of my cock. "I know you do, sweetie. You don't need to pretend anymore." 

She licked my neck like a bear licking honey, fully tasting it with long strokes, before whirling the tip of her tongue behind my ear. 

"God, Brooke, you're driving me insane," I moaned. 

"Sorry that I kept you so long. I'm gonna make you cum now, baby, ok?" 

She was tugging at my tip with her hand all smudged with pre-cum, working fast strokes, eager for me to ejaculate even more than I had been. She curled up tighter to me and pressed her breasts harder. 

"Cum for me, Josh," she panted, "cum for your baby sister." She french kissed my ear and tugged at my tip even faster. "I wanna feel your cum... I wanna rub it all over my hand. Please, Josh... cum for me?" 

"Oh my god, this is it..." 

"Go ahead, sweetheart," she said in labored breaths, frantically rubbing my cock. "Let me feel you." 

I erupted a second later, shooting countless ropes of cool semen all over my abdomen and her hand. Her rubbing hand was soon drenched in my viscous fluids, yet she didn't dare to stop and kept strangling my cock and working it in dedication. Furious spurts of cum continued to splatter her, dripping down her hand and arm as she was stroking her brother in such devotion, panting and bobbing until I came no more. 

I let out a groan of bliss when the last of my cum clung to her hand and dribbled slowly down her soaked wrist. "Oh my god..." 

"You did so good, baby," she cooed, grinning. "You soaked me good, but I'm just gonna make sure you're completely drained, ok?" 

I nodded, gasping. 

She gave my cock a few more power strokes, squeezing tight from base to slit, milking whatever drop of cum I hadn't managed to thrust out. She then began playing with my cum, rubbing it all over her hand, verifying that she was indeed triple coated in my semen. 

"Impotent my ass." She smiled and kissed my cheek. "Take a picture and send it to your doctor." She giggled and moved to kiss my neck. "God, I love your smell." 

I chuckled, elated and spent. "It's a new cologne." 

She giggled. "And it's amazing, but I was talking about your cum, sweetie. You smell so good." 

"Speaking of smelling good, I think I'm... smelling you, Brooke." 

"Yes you are, baby; I'm dripping." She giggled. "I'll go change panties and bring tissues; you'll just stay put." She kissed my neck and hurried to the bathroom. 

I kept lying in her bed, overwhelmed by what just happened: My baby sister made me cum like a fucking torpedo. Never did I cum so hard in either a mouth, a pussy, or a rectum. I came so forcefully that it actually took her a couple of minutes to get me pristine while I was gaping at her, failing to understand how we had come this far... too far. 

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Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it. Comments are welcomed, so please do. Be on the lookout for further chapters as this convoluted, drama-packed story is just getting started.



Siblingly Binding Ch. 02



The next day I arose more despondent and distraught than ever. This had gone way too far. Not only my sister was getting me erect, but now she was also jacking me off? And getting herself soaking wet in the process?! No way. I couldn't allow this horror show to proceed.

She was my baby sister. She was counting on me to protect her, to be her brother, to spend time with her, and how did I repay her? I got her to molest my cock; I manipulated her to think she was enjoining it; I fucked her over, bad. I could barely live with myself by noon.

To make matters worse, she emailed me our plans for Friday night—as she won one of the poker games we had played—and this time she registered us for salsa dancing tutoring. That's the last thing I needed: for my sister to press her tight, virgin anus against the head of my rock hard cock.

Brooke and mom returned from work just after dusk. I was in my room, disgusted with myself, praying to god Brooke wouldn't stop by. I guess I was praying to the wrong dude because two hours later, there was a knock on my door. I was so terrified it was Brooke that I swiftly slinked into bed and pretended to be asleep.

The door was opened, yet I couldn't tell who it was since I was lying with my back facing it. A few seconds later, I could hear door shut followed by distancing strides. Thank god. I stepped out of the bed and lit up a cigarette. I was suckling on it like a newborn that had been desperate for milk, ruminating over recent events some more. A moment later, I could hear footsteps edging closer.

I propelled myself in the air into bed with a giant headfirst leap after putting out my cigarette, and my door was opened yet again; however, this time, the proverbial knock on the door was conspicuously absent. The intruder shut the door before entering my domain and wandering about until reaching my bed. I could sense the sweet-sour fragrance that gave away the culprit's identity in an instance. It was my sister.

I was terrified she would attempt ending my fake sleep, yet I soon discovered that there are more terrifying things than having your sister waking you up, e.g., your sister getting into bed with you under the covers and spooning you. I was just barely able keeping my dozing facade alive, worshiping every deity I had ever heard of, offering my allegiance to whatever god that was able getting her out of my bed first, but to no avail. Foolish me. Who would have helped me really?

Who would have helped the guy who had made his baby sister work his shaft just 24 hours earlier while she was leaking like a faucet from what I could only assume was an exquisitely delicious cunt if its mouth watering scent was anything to go by. No. No one was about to help me; even Lucifer wanted nothing to do with me.

I was now so immersed in self pity that I didn't even notice that her shrewd, warm hand was cornering my cock yet again over my shorts. She gave it a few good long strokes, making sure she would not be the only one who was up in that room.

I had been so fucking horny, and she got me insane in less than thirty seconds. I was aching for a good release and hated myself for letting my sister to take care of my cock under false pretence of sleeping.

She tugged up my tank and approached my shorts, her hand fighting to slither into my briefs.

I faked a stir and opened my eyes. "Brooke, please..."

She propped up her upper torso and rested her sizable bust on my side, meeting my troubled gaze, her hand motionless, trapped between the pair of my waistbands.

"I missed you so much today," she whispered, her hand still.

"Please..."

"Stop me," she whispered. "Go ahead, tell me to stop. You've got three seconds before you're in my hand."

My mouth went dry as I was desperate for her to rub me, but I quickly recuperated, fishing my winning argument, "You've already given me my reward."

She placed her pouty lips in my ear, and her tongue started twirling in it.

"Fuck," I sighed in salacious pleasure. "Brooke..."

"No, darling," she tenderly whispered in my ear, her hand idle between my waistbands. "Last night was from me... to show you how much you mean to me."

"We can't," I pleaded. "This is beyond wrong."

"It's not wrong, baby," she sex-panted in my ear. "It's your reward; you earned it last night. All I'm doing now is simply abiding by our agreement. It's siblingly binding, you know."

"Brooke, I'm begging," I feebly said, my eyes indeed begging.

She gave no respect to that shaky whisper as her stare was determined and unyielding.

"I'm going into your briefs. Stop me. I dare you to."

Our eyes were locked in a dual of will; mine was crumbling quicker than I thought, feeding hers with more resolution.

"3... 2... 1... you're mine," she panted, her hand back slithering.

Her gaze didn't free my own as she wanted me to see that I wanted it, that I could've stopped her but didn't. She overcame both of my waistbands and slipped her hand into my briefs, staring right into my eyeballs.

"Brooke, god," I gasped as she made contact with my cylinder of sin. "Please..."

She began caressing my expanding cock skin to skin, manifesting a firm grip on my stem.

"Shhhhh," she softly whispered, like a mother cradling a baby to tranquility. "Go back to sleep."

Against my better judgment, I shut my eyes in pain, and let her have her way with me.

She began working it with purpose, not even trying pretending to care for my "sleep". She swirled her thumb at my piss slit, feeling the contours of the head, sloping down my swollen vein to reach for the base.

I hoped she might have given up when she paused for a moment, yet I was soon to be stand corrected when she cradled my balls and kneaded them with care, assessing their weight in her petite hand before shifting her attention back to my dick and bobbing in full throttle, determined to drench her hand in my jizz once more.

What could I have done? Should I have "woken up" and stopped her? No, I didn't even want to think about that talk I would need to have with her. Sadly, I was sentenced to cum in my "sleep" to my baby sister's skilful hand. And skilful wouldn't even begin to capture it. She applied different techniques to subdue my cock, ranging from solely tugging at the head, to rubbing the shaft in slow, loving strokes, to bobbing in frenzy.

"I've been daydreaming about this all day," she whispered in my ear, clarifying that we both knew that I wasn't truly asleep, and that she did hold my permission to proceed with this sin.

I kept my fucking mouth shut though, conflicted, aroused, torn, and horny like hell while she was sucking on my neck before working both her tongue and my cock.

"You're gonna cum like a madman when I'm done with you, bro," she softly panted. "You'll just wait and see."

My dick flinched first, signaling it was ready to be taken when a few drops of pre-cum were smeared all over her laboring hand, yet suddenly her hand vanished, and a booming sound of suction echoed off the walls and into my ears. Oh god... my baby sister was sucking my pre-cum off her fingers.

My place in hell had now been double booked and triple sealed. No just god, compassionate as he may, would allow the guy who made his baby sister suck his pre-cum off her fingers to put a foot inside his realm, although I really hoped there was indeed such a god who might look the other way.

But even I wasn't such feeble-minded to believe that there was a god, who would have granted entrance to his kingdom to the guy who made his sister jerk him off and suck on his pre-cum while she was getting herself wringing wet as the appetizing, zesty scent of her pussy juices traveled across the room, making sure I was aware she was pouring down under.

I wanted to eat her out so bad, feast on her cunt for days, sip her juices from a goblet, gulp her wetness straight out of a keg, bathe in her warm oils until I had been drenched to my bones with her pussy essence. I was seriously contemplating whether I should just rip her panties off and start sucking her dry.

"You taste so good," she crassly whispered, sucking on her sticky fingers some more. "You feel so good..."

I had little time to bask in this bliss of a vision since her expert hand returned to my cock more resolved than ever to bring it to soak her again, and she wasn't playing around, either, going for the head right from the get go: one finger on the vein while the rest clutching the umbrella like a crane, tenaciously jerking back and forth.

My prick was heroically fighting an uphill battle, but it could not stave her off for more than a minute when her cute, soft panting started playing in my ear like a melody, and all that was left for it to do was to spit my cum like a cobra, spraying my venom all over her hand, while she kept relentlessly tugging at the tip, breathing heavily, unwilling to accept she had long expelled every single drop.

"Just"—she licked my neck—"like"— she bit my earlobe—"a madman."

She let out a feeble moan of satisfaction after strangling the base of my cock and pressing all the way up my rod like a piston. Once she stroked me dry, she rinsed her hand in my cum until she was satisfied with her new, fresh paintjob. A peck on my cheek, and she was out of my door. Satan, here I come.

***

"Those are some thick looking jeans, Josh. You should have probably worn something more aerodynamic. We're going dancing tonight, not working in a cotton field."

"Yeah, um... those are my favorite jeans."

"Weird. I don't remember you ever wearing them. Doesn't matter. The instructor must have an outfit ready just in case guys like you show up wearing... whatever it is you're wearing."

"What do you mean outfit?"

"You know, those silky smooth, thin pants that you see all the dancers wearing in the movies."

"Oh shit... Are you sure he has one?"

"Well, here he comes; let's ask."

Five minutes later, I was clad in an outrageously thin, itchy satin pants, ostentatious in their color scheme and sewing pattern, and completely ridiculous in shape and figure, sinfully scoping out my sister, who was wearing a tight, thin, short, sexy red dress.

"You look good, Josh. With these pants you'll be able to feel the energies much more intensely."

"That's exactly what I was afraid of."

"What?"

"Nothing."

We attended a two hour lesson in salsa dancing, and just as I feared, my sister was grinding her cute little ass against my fully erect penis, which had stayed that erect for the duration of our dance. She felt it plenty and kept laughing her eyes out; however, towards the end of the dance, she ceased laughing and had a more focused look to her, even though she was clearly grinding her tiny butthole against my now achingly strained member.

After the dance lesson, we sauntered down the busy streets downtown, and strangely enough, neither of us had brought up the last two nights, which I was very thankful for since I felt like a sexually abusing brother by now. I had even managed persuading myself earlier this day that I was potentially some sort of a rapist in disguise.

I was extremely rattled by what was happening between Brooke and me emotionally and definitely physically. I planned on having a talk with her later that night, but for the time being, we were having fun, and I knew how much she was expecting our time together, so I submerged myself in our conversations, and I was actually having loads of fun with her, which now seemed like the natural thing to expect whenever we spent time together, which was also quite distressing.

Strange as it seemed, when I was with Brooke, I was never even once glimpsing at my watch or plotting my retreat back home. I was totally and utterly absorbed in my sister, and I could spend hours with her conversing, laughing, or just staring at her, listening to her, admiring her.

There was a lot to admire in Brooke. She was a glass half full type of person in a world when everyone around me were bitter, cynical bastards, constantly bringing me down; but not her. She didn't bring me down at all. She was encouraging, supporting, uplifting... How could I not see it before? See her?

After spending five magical hours together, we returned home, and Brooke invited herself to my room after I fetched two beers from the fridge. I knew she was 18, so what? That was the definitely not the worst of my problems regarding her.

We were now in our pajamas: me in shorts and a tank, and her in her proverbial boxer shorts and a snug crop top... fucking barefoot. I had developed a minor fixation to her feet by now. They were absofuckinglutely perfect and arousing. I wanted to fuck them silly.

She was lying on my bed while I was resting in my luxurious office chair, smoking an old Indian pipe that I had purchased in a yard sale a year back.

"Josh, I'm having like the best time with you. I can't believe how close we've gotten because of your um"—she smiled sheepishly—"problem."

"Brooke, I asked you not to make fun—"

"I'm not! I swear, Josh. I'm being serious."

"Oh. Well... I wanted to talk to you about something."

She gulped down her beer. "Shoot."

"Our closeness, it's... disturbing."

Her fearful gaze was shot at me at the speed of sound. "Did I do something wrong, sweetie?"

"Brooke, you did nothing wrong, do you hear me? It's all on me. I took advantage of you, and I used you, and I—"

"What are you talking about, Josh?! You did nothing of that sort! You've been nothing but amazing with me."

"No, I haven't. I'm your oldest and only brother, and I should've known better, but now I'm—"

"Josh, stop it! I know what you're gonna say, and I know what I'm doing. I'm not your little sister anymore. I mean I am, but I'm now also a grown woman. Why can't you see that?"

"For what I did to you, you're going someday to lie down on some shrink's sofa, for years, trying to piece your life together! Can't you see that?! I love you, Brooke. I don't want to screw up your life."

"But you only made it better. Why can't you see that? You know what will screw up my life? If you distance yourself from me again, sweetie. I won't be able to take it. I'm too invested in you now."

"Brooke! What the fuck do you mean, you're too invested?!"

"You know exactly what I mean."

"And here lies the problem: You can't be invested in me — I'm your fucking brother!"

She stabbed me in the heart with her frightened look. "So you're saying you don't feel um"—she gulped—"what I feel?"

"It doesn't matter what I feel. It only matters what society and the courts of law feel." I let out a long sigh. "Look, we had a good run, but we need—"

"Is it because I'm not pretty enough for you?"

"God, no, no, no, don't go there. It has nothing to do with it."

"Dad always says I'm pretty."

"And he knows what he's talking about. He's a smart man."

"I don't trust him; he has to say it."

"Then who do you trust? Ask that person."

"I trust you, baby. Only you." She arose and sashayed to me. "Am I pretty, Josh? Ah, sweetie? Am I pretty?"

I took a long drag from my pipe and exhaled in exasperation. "You're fucking perfect, Brooke."

"How do you know that? You haven't even seen me."

She reached for her crop top.

"Brooke," I said pointedly

"I just want you to tell me if I'm pretty, baby, that's all."

She held her crop top with crossed arms and took it off in a split second, revealing her white push-up bra and whatever of her bosom it allowed seeing, which was almost all of it.

She was stunning. Her milky white breasts were out in the open; almost right down to her nipples as the push-up feature of her bra was quite aggressive, bordering on slutty.

She stepped closer. "Am I pretty, Josh?"

"God, Brooke... so damn pretty."

I wanted to cry out of pain.

"And my nipples, are they also pretty?"

She reached for her back to unhook her bra.

"Brooke, please don'—"

Too late. Her bra was already carelessly cast on the floor, and my sister was standing in front of me bare-breasted and absolutely mesmerizing.

Her upper torso was to die for: beautiful teardrop shaped breasts that flared ever so slightly; pink hard buds that were pointing at me, aching for my approval. Her plump cargo was assembled on a quite narrow frame, which kept reducing in circumference the closer to her waist before erotically flaring again at her hips.

My sister's twins would have put to shame every pair of tits I had ever seen, and I had seen my fair share of tits. They stood up, they were smooth, full, symmetric, and just incredible in every way. She looked like the cast from which models were molded.

"Josh?" she tentatively called.

"Your tits are fabulous, sweetheart; god, they look amazing..."

"They feel amazing, too."

I nodded in ache, spellbound. "I bet they do."

She shook her head. "I want you to feel them, so I'll know for sure it's not just me." She stepped closer and was standing as close as my sizable executive chair allowed her. "Feel them, Josh."

"Honey, I'm so fucking hard now. It's best I don't touch you."

"I'm sure you'll be able to hold yourself." She seized my right hand and guided it to her magnificent bosom. "Feel me up. Feel my nipples."

I was sitting in my black executive chair with a pipe in my mouth, a beer in my left hand, and my sister's left tit in my right. I couldn't help it. I cupped her smooth breast and squeezed on her supple flesh, softly at first, sensing the composite of her blood, tissues, and fat stirring inside her to my will.

That stir didn't agree with my stamina at all as I was building the tent of the century from barely touching her, when up till now I had been fucking pussies with a quarter of an erection and had been certain I could have never gotten stiffer. My sister seemed to bring out the hardness in me.

For a second there I feared I might have erupted in my shorts, and when I realized I hadn't, I was mystified of how impossible it seemed since I was sporting some raging hard on, and I could feel my cum coursing through my vein back and forth, undecided.

"Josh, you can press harder," she almost pleaded, her tit in my hand. "Don't be afraid; I want you to... Feel me up."

After a brisk moment, where my soul and cock were battling as to who was calling the shots, my sister's titty got squashed in my hand, resulting in a lengthy, choppy intake of air from Brooke, yet she did not object. I freed her from my inconsiderate grip and circled her pretty areola, watching her seductive lips quivering from my touch.

I began feeling her, thoroughly rubbing and squeezing. It felt like a religious experience. I held her nipple between my finger and thumb and gently curled and tugged while my sister was sharply inhaling to every pull. I rotated between her boobs, sparing them an equal amount of attention and care and getting myself acquainted with them. I took note of the almost nonexistent crack between her breasts as she was so narrow and her bosom was so plentiful.

I trailed my fingertips down to her toned tummy and softly pulled on her piercing while Brooke was flexing her muscles for me as I did. I went back to her tits, and I was now fully in the moment.

"How do they feel, sweetie?"

"Sensational," I sighed, bewitched, pulling my sister by her nipple to me.

"Ouch! Josh!"

She had no option but to quickly climb into my chair, so she could keep her nipple intact. She was on her knees straddling my crotch in the air, back arched, and breasts leveled with my mouth while my painful erection was at an upright position and was aligned perfectly with her swathed vagina.

I gazed up to meet her eyes. "This is your fault."

"Be careful, baby," she whispered, caressing my cheek. "My nipples are so sensitive."

I took her right nipple into my mouth, assaulting it with my tongue and lips, suckling and nibbling at her perfect pink flesh while she gasped, trembled, and whimpered, holding the back of my head as she watched her brother having his way with her tits.




Siblingly Binding Ch. 02



"Take this."

I shoved my pipe into her mouth and emptied my beer in a single gulp, tossing it on the bed once I was done. She took a few drags from my pipe and placed it on the desk behind me.

I had now both of my hands free to roam her pair of naked, squishy mounds. I slowly traced my fingertips up my sister's tender backbone and thrust her to me while trying to take as much as humanly possible of her left breast into my mouth; in response, she let out an audible gasp while securing my head to her tit, making sure my mouth wasn't about to run away.

I pressed my thumb to her proud nub and forced it into her, fighting her stubborn erection until it caved.

"Josh! Oh my god, that hurt!"

My lips engulfed her hurting nipple as I sucked it out back, feeling it engorging again in seconds. I took her pink projection into my mouth and began sucking hard, unwilling to accept the absence of milk. Once I was done sucking — I started sucking harder while my sister whimpered in pain and pleasure.

She looked down at me, her long fingers twiddling in my hair. "You wanna fuck them, baby?"

I considered it momentarily and nodded. "Eventually."

A puzzled look was shot at me. "Josh?"

"I wanna fuck your feet first."

"Yeah?" she giggled. "You like my feet?"

"They're exquisite, and tonight they will be mine."

"Hell yeah!" She stuffed my mouth with her chubby tit. "My feet are gonna fuck that huge cock of yours till it bleeds."

As I sucked on her breast once more, I spun us around, so now we were facing my desk and computer. Still holding her tit and nibbling on her hard, pink flesh, I drew out the lube from my desk drawer and resumed sucking on her breast to form a long-lasting, bluish hickey just under her sensitive nipple.

"Josh, it hurts!" She whimpered. "God, sweetie... you're destroying me."

"Sit on my knees and lean back on my desk. Get your beautiful feet up here."

She followed my instructions to the letter, resting her tight ass on my knees and planting her hands on my desk while leaning back, gazing at me in lustful anticipation.

I took her foot in my hand and started licking it. I spiraled my tongue between her pretty toes, sucking on them, scraping them against my cheek while groping my sister's breast in my other hand, fondling it and curling her rock hard nipple.

"I love your feet, beautiful." I soaked her foot's every nook and cranny. "They're fucking perfect."

"Josh, you're making me so wet," she panted, stretching her toes and shoving her foot almost down my throat. "Can you smell me?"

I sucked on her drenched foot for awhile. "How can I not? You're starting to soak your boxers."

I took off my tank while she swayed her long hair back and looked down at her crotch, watching the wet stain that was expanding by the second.

"Jesus, baby, hurry up; I'm gonna soak you all over in a few minutes."

After giving her right foot the same sinful treatment I had given her left, I extracted a dollop of chilled lube and coated her feet, so now they were glimmering and ready to bob. I glimpsed at her crotch, and that stain was going out of control. The spicy scent of her juices was driving me mad like a wild animal.

"That is some seriously hot body you have on display here, bro," she quietly said, her wanton gaze trailing down my masculine frame.

"I have plenty of time to do sets in my room when I'm trading."

"Don't you ever stop," she purred, her feet teasing me some more. "You're seriously hard. Literally." She giggled at her vulgar quip before anxiously gazing at my package as I reached for my shorts. "I can't wait to see your cock."

"You've already seen it."

"Not all of it, and not in such good lighting."

I pulled off my shorts and was ready to take off my black boxer briefs when she expelled my hands and took charge.

"Let me see it already."

She rid me of my briefs, going about it with neither patience nor subtlety, and exposed my manhood in all of its hardness before eying it in silence.

I glanced up and down between her stupefied gaze and her stain—that had now morphed into a legitimate source of water. Judging by both her eyes and her covered pussy, we didn't have much time.

"Honey, we need to hurry up. You're leaking like a perforated canoe."

She glanced down at her crotch and nodded worriedly. "I'll lube you up."

She extorted a blob of lube and crushed it in her hands before sliding them along her brother's hard dick, polishing it from the ground up, her thumb sensually lubing my glans.

"That thing is so beautiful it should belong in a museum."

I chuckled. "I'm not sure the museum would agree with you."

"Then they can go fuck themselves. I would've put it in my museum, if I had one. God, I would've been the happiest curator in the world."

"I bet you would: Museum full of cocks? Sounds like a business idea waiting to be realized."

"I wouldn't have opened a museum full of cocks, silly. I'd have opened a museum with just this one cock."

Her stare shifted from my prick to my eyes.

Unsure of how to respond or of what her true meaning really was, I returned to the matter in hand, "Brooke, you're about to drip on my knees. We really need to start."

She looked down at her crotch and saw her wetness claiming more than a fifth of her boxers.

She leveled her gaze with mine. "Ok, baby, it's time for you to fuck my feet. I'll just take off my ring, so you won't bleed for real."

"Leave it. I don't mind the pain, but I do mind the pleasure of seeing it grinding against me."

She let out a brisk burst of laughter. "God, I love it that you're such a pervert."

She sandwiched my stiff prick between her slippery feet and started urgently bobbing while leaning backwards, realizing that her boxers were going to be completely drenched in just a matter of minutes.

I was in heaven, giving in to her meticulously groomed feet. My cock was throbbing in bliss to her hard working strokes. She occasionally tugged down at my tip with her toes, doing her best to pleasure me further, and I couldn't have been anymore aroused as my fantasy of fucking my sister's feet had, inconceivably as it may, come to fruition.

"Christ, Josh, your cock is almost bigger than my feet," she giggled in bewilderment, expertly bobbing and getting my balls to distend exponentially.

Watching my dick getting fully massaged by my sister's delicate, glistening feet drove me to build an orgasm in seconds. Looking at her wet crotch and soaked boxers as she went along was just a bonus. Dear god, she was sopping wet and smelled so yummy.

"Baby, I can't take much more of this, so I'll cum on your beautiful tits in a minute, ok?"

"Sure, sweetie, anywhere you want. You want my mouth?"

"Hell no," I gasped. "I'm not going to cum in my sister's mouth, god..."

Her enthused bobbing was now genuinely inflicting pain on my member. Her ring imprint was etched deep onto my cock skin as her feet were sandwiching it to death.

"Josh, I know I'm hurting you, but you'll cum harder this way, I promise, sweetie. I'll make you cum so hard," she said, as if she had been handing footjobs forever.

"I trust you, Brooohhhhshit! I'm in love with your feet, I swear to god... Jesus, give me some room there!"

"Baby, just a little more. Trust me, you'll cum so hard."

My cock head had gone full on purple, dying to shoot like a laser. My nut sack felt as if it weighed a ton. It was fully loaded and ready to pump out.

She stroked me faster, working her pretty toes up my shaft and stretching the head. Her big toe circled the underside of my tip, which resulted in an incredible rush pumping through my veins. All of my veins.

"Tell me when you're ready, Josh."

Her wetness was simply making me delirious, and I was dying to devour her. Her vivacious tits bounced vigorously with each bob of her sandwiching feet, and the room was completely drenched with an acute scent of sex when she now started dampening my knees. There was no chance in hell I could have lasted any longer as was supported by my cum soaring up my vein an immense pressure.

"Sis, get your boobs ready."

My cock belched one of the most violent loads that had ever been known to man, darting my sister's right tit smack in the center after she had set my aim just as I warned her about my upcoming ejaculation.

I kept branding Brooke's perfect tits and tummy while she was still avidly gliding her feet to the full length of my spurting hose. She pressed her heels upward to help me in extracting my semen, and her pretty toes tugged at my cock head before dangerously revolving around my erupting piss slit, taking a few sticky shots from point blank range.

Her feet did not relent, though, until most of her bosom was embellished with her brother's creamy DNA; streams of cum trickling down her breasts in multiple routes, coating her naval piercing, before fusing with the cotton fabric of her excitement-soaked boxers.

Upon noticing my orgasm was subsiding, she replaced her feet with her hand and started bobbing with so much force that I was afraid she might tear it off.

"Brooke, honey, that's too hard." I heaved a groan." It hurts."

"Sorry, baby, just a couple more. I don't want any of your cum to stay in your pipe. I know it's sensitive, but I want it completely drained."

She gave it a few more potent squeezes, milking it dry, flushing out the duds, and only left it in peace when my slit had utterly ceased producing survivors. On completion of a minute scrutiny of my piss slit, she was finally satisfied that she indeed bobbed me dry.

She parted her legs and scooted forward, lugging her magnificent wetness along my thighs, before resting her soaking boxers on top of my fatigued, scarred prick. Her lean arms engulfed my backrest as she pressed her naked, splendorous breasts—that were now saturated with my semen—to my bare chest and began making love to my neck. It felt incredible to have her hard nipples scraping mine.

"Did I do good, Josh? It was my first footjob."

I was submerged in seconds when her damp pussy kept leaking like it was trying to put out a fire in my groin. As much as I enjoyed my sister working my neck with care, and as much as I had been taking pleasure of feeling her wetness in my crotch and her yielding mounds against my chest, I began regretting every second, realizing what I had done.

"Brooke, stop. Please... Honey, stop."

"What's that?" she asked, still kissing my neck.

"You need to stop now."

She gave my neck a break and gazed into my eyes.

"Oh shit," she sighed, annoyed. "I know that face, and don't even think about it."

"That's the only thing I can think about."

"I wanted it. Every second of it. I had every intention for you to touch me and to do that to me from the second our date ended. You didn't make me do shit."

"Our date?"

It was maddening that she said it.

"You know what I mean."

"Brooke! We have to stop!"

"Why?" She returned to nibble on my neck.

"Why?!" I darted my eyes about in a craze. I couldn't believe that she really asked why. "I just fucking fucked your fucking feet, Brooke! And you ask why?!"

"Ooo, triple F. Maybe you need another footjob to relax completely. Tell me when you're ready. I'll fuck your cock again. I'll fuck it stupid." Her lips were back on my neck.

I was flabbergasted. My sister was out of her mind and didn't seem to get how wrong what we were doing was.

"Brooke, baby"—I held her cheeks and looked into her beautiful hazel eyes—"I'm going to roast in hell for this; I'm a goner, but you, sweetie, you still have a chance."

She gave her lips a soft lick, shaking her head. "You're not gonna roast alone. I'll follow you everywhere, even to hell."

***

Morning came, and with it my conscientious self lashing. I surfed the web as soon as I got up, conducting a thorough research about all the gods I had ever known, gunning for the most promiscuous and depraved of them all, so I could build a shrine and start praying now for forgiveness and beg for mercy.

I had to. There was no way any god would have forgiven the guy who had made his baby sister get him hard, beat him off, suck his pre-cum off her pretty fingers, flash her tits, fuck his cock with her bare feet, twice, and whisper sweet, whorish nothings in his ear all the while she could have filled a semi Olympic swimming pool to the brim out of her cunt juices.

It didn't help that Brooke was now displaying an alarming behavioral pattern. She was becoming more affectionate, more vulnerable, and needier. All are qualities that I found in a woman to be very... appealing. She was transforming to a girlfriend. The worst ever. And the best ever.

"You're up! Good morning, Josh." My sister entered my room without even knocking while carrying a loaded tray. "Breakfast is served. I thought we'll eat in bed. Mom and dad are gone to the pool by the way, so we're alone."

"Wow, thank you. You're amazing, Brooke... Listen, we need to talk. I've—"

"Joshua, that's enough! I won't have it! We're going to have to go through this every time?!"

"But I'm so confused!"

"As do I, but let's just enjoy it for now and stop overanalyzing it. Don't worry; there will come a day when we'll need to do plenty of that."

"It's not that easy for me, honey."

She crossed her arms and assumed a sterner pose, scowling. "Fine. Let's hear it."

"You're my baby sis—"

"We already admitted we're confused. No need to beat ourselves up. Moving on."

I sighed long and hard. "You're talking dirty like a Parisian tart straight out of medieval France, and it's also getting me rattled."

"Are you serious, Josh? It bothers you that I'm talking dirty to you?! You're the one who said to me not long ago—when you couldn't get an erection and thought you're impotent—that it excites you!"

"It does! But I've never seen that side of you before, and now I don't know if I should've ever gotten to know that part of you. It doesn't feel natural."

"I thought that was every guy's dream. A girl who can be completely herself in bed, talking dirty, having fun... God, you're such a hypocrite! It excites you but repulses you?!"

"It doesn't repulse me! On the contrary, I'm fucking lovin' it when you talk like that. It just feels out of character since I know what kind of a person you are."

"Exactly! You know who I am, Josh. I thought I didn't need to pretend with you... I guess I was wrong. I'm so disappointed with you."

"Brooke, you don't need to ever pretend with me, and I already admitted I simply adore your obscenely whorish dirty talk. I was just stating a fact, that's all."

"Ok. Now it's my turn to state some facts: Do I like talking dirty in bed? Yes. It excites me, and it excites me that you love it. Am I a promiscuous slut for doing so? No, I am not. I never treated my body or any other part of me with either disrespect or in a cheaply manner, and I'm not going to start now, Josh. I have respect and dignity, and I expect you to separate that part of me from the rest of me."

"Baby, what are you talking about? I respect you tremendously. There is no one in this world I respect more."

"Good. And you'll keep it that way, 'cause the day you stopped respecting me would be the day you lost me, and not just as whatever the hell we are now, but also as your sister. Remember that, Josh."

***

I hadn't seen Brooke ever since she stormed out of my room in anger and hurt. She kept herself engaged at the flower shop and stayed overnight at friends, and though I felt a relief of some sort, I couldn't pretend I wasn't missing her like crazy. I was so confused... What was happening to me? To us?

Third date was the charm. Terri and I finished our night out in her bed, and it couldn't have gone better, except the part when we were both completely naked staring awkwardly at my dormant member which just wasn't playing ball. That could have gone better. Maybe.

Obviously, that would be the last I'd ever see her. A girl as hot as Terri was expecting a full blown hard on to her voluptuous body and bloated tits, and she didn't get that from me.

***

It was Wednesday, and I had been aching to see Brooke, even though I hadn't called or texted her and neither had she during those three days. At 7:45 PM, she texted me that she wasn't feeling well and was staying at a friend's, so this week we wouldn't be able to have our poker night.

I was more than disappointed, and not because I wanted an erection. I was, also, oddly enough — hurt. It truly hurt me when she canceled because I knew she was lying. I knew she was hurt and that she didn't want to see me. I knew there was something wrong with us—more than usual, I mean.

I had given up completely on trying achieving erections. It was pointless. There was only one person in this world, who with the snap of her pretty fingers, could will it to hardened — My sister. She had total power over my penis and served as his sole mistresses. It would not adhere to anyone but her, not even to his own master.

***

A week had gone by, and it was Wednesday again. Brooke had kept sleeping at friends that whole time, and we hadn't talked or seen each other for more than ten days now. Since I was so hurt by the way she was acting, and since I hated myself for screwing up both of our lives, I left at noon to a friend and stayed the night there.

I forwarded her text from last week and sent it to her word for word; thus, another week had flown by, and now it was me who was staying at friends. I knew she was back home since my dad had informed me on the phone.

***

It was Wednesday, seventeen days since we last saw each other. I planned to keep staying at friends for as long as I could, yet Brooke seemed to had felt it and at noon texted me that our agreement was siblingly binding; hence, if I was planning on repeating my Houdini trick from last week, I shouldn't bother ever talking to her again.

I didn't want to see her. I wanted to see her so bad I could die. I wasn't going to show up. I had to show up. I couldn't take the chance she would not talk to me again. 8 PM sharp, just ten minutes after I returned home, she texted me that I had better be home and on my way to her room. Our parents were out to dinner with friends, and the house felt so empty and sad, just like my heart.

I entered her room after a couple of knocks. I was so nervous I couldn't believe it. She was sitting on her bed in her boxer shorts and crop top. Her hair was in a ponytail, and instead of her makeup, her face was wearing a frozen, distant expression that I had never seen before. The chips and cards were on the bed, so was her coke on the bedside table. No beer for me.

I stood and stared at her for a moment unsure of what to say. She glowered back and didn't seem to care I was squirming inside in uncertainty and nerves. I took my place next to her, she shuffled, and we embarked on our hour long poker game.

She lost even before our hour was up, going all in with a garbage hand. A high card six was her choice of bluff. After a tense staring session that seemed to never end, I arose and was ready to return to my room. I was horny and stressed out but couldn't be in a worse mood to ask for my hard earned erection.

As I was at the door, she commanded me to come back for a second game, which she ripped me to pieces by the end of it. Things between us had never been that bad before, even when we were complete strangers as she once said. There had never been such grudge or enmity tearing us like a gulf dividing countries apart.

That gulf was the same that was normally tearing between lovers and couples. We had somehow slipped into that category, even if I hadn't had a clue where or when it happened. The dynamics between us had ceased to be of siblings and were now—more conspicuous than ever—of romantic nature.




Siblingly Binding Ch. 02



"Um... email me as usual. Good night."

"Don't you want your reward?"

I kept walking to the door. "I'll take a rain check."

"No you won't. You'll take it now or it's gone."

I spun around, upset. "What do you mean it's gone? I earned it."

"Per our agreement, you take your reward the night you have won it. Just 'cause I indulged you once, doesn't mean I'll do it again."

"Really? You're gonna stoop that low?"

"Take it, or forget about it."

"Fine! Get ready to get me... rock hard! Monster hard! So hard that my cock will tear through my pants! You know, as per our agreement."

She scooted aside, and I leaned against her pillows.

"Maybe I'll just sit here and do nothing and let that soft cock do all the work itself! As per our agreement!"

"Not a problem! 'Cause you'll be sitting here all night long till I get as hard as a fucking rock as per our agreement!"

"I fucking hate you, Josh! And that pathetic tiny prick of yours!"

"Oh, you're talking dirty already? Then get your filthy mouth in my ear and start putting in some fucking work!"

"So now you want me to talk dirty? You fucking got it!"

She ripped off her scrunchie and thrust her long, thick hair straight into my eyeballs, hovering over me like a Pit Bull, her mouth in my ear.

"So, what do you wanna hear?! What kind of whorish stuff you like?!"

"Get your fucking hair out of my face and start earning your bread."

"Oh, Josh, give it to me! Ram that soft cock into my pussy! Break my fucking uterus with that pathetic excuse of a cock!"

"You keep going like that, and it's gonna be a long fucking night for you!"

"Tear me the fuck apart with that squishy little prick of yours! Oh, thank you for letting me fuck your SAD, LITTLE COCK!"

I was suddenly unable to defend myself. She was losing her fucking mind, and it wasn't her fault at all. I caused it; exactly as I had foreseen it. I fucked her over and ruined her life. I kept quiet and prayed that she would calm down a little.

"Oh my god, your cock is so fucking tiny and soft that I can't TAKE IT ANYMORE! You must be a fucking god given gift to all women! I want your... I want... I..."

She was crying in my ear. Bad.

"Shit... Brooke, I'm sorry. Please don't cry."

"Fuck you..."

She kept crying for a full minute before I finally realized that she wasn't going to stop anytime soon, nor would she remove her quivering lips from my ear.

"Sweetheart, please, I'm so sorry. I never meant for this to get so..."

"What's happ... happening to us?"

"I don't fucking know," I sighed. "I really don't."

She kept sobbing in my ear for another minute.

"Why haven't... you called?"

"I wanted to so bad," I sighed in guilt. "I just didn't know what to say. I don't know how to handle this."

She rested her watering eye inside my ear. "Did you even... even miss me?"

"Brooke, baby, I missed you so much I thought I was going crazy."

"I missed you so bad, Josh... I couldn't stop thinking about you... You were all I was thinking about..."

"It shouldn't be like that, should it? It's not right."

"It is what it is... I can't stop it now. I can't stop..."

Her weeping intensified.

"I will fucking burn in hell for this, Jesus fucking Christ... Brooke, baby, please stop crying."

"I can't..."

"Tell me how to fix this."

"You wanna... You wanna fix this?"

"So bad. Tell me what to do."

"Are you invested in me, Josh?"

"Don't go there, beautiful; you're making it worse."

"Answer me, Josh. Are you... invested in me as much as I am in you?"

"I shouldn't be," I sighed. "God knows I shouldn't."

"Does that mean... that you are?"

"What do you fucking think, Brooke?"

She kept weeping in my ear for another half-minute.

"I wanna hear you saying it."

"Christ... how did this happen?"

"Say it, Josh!"

I let out a long sigh, beaten. "Brooke, I'm... so fucking invested in you that I'll burn for all eternity."

She pulled away from my ear while still in tears. She gazed into my eyes and got on top of me, lining up her bust with my chest and her crotch with my groin. She laid her right hand on my cheek and caressed me.

"It doesn't mean I'm ok with this," I said.

I couldn't believe we were about to kiss.

She nodded. "I'm not ok with this, either..."

She pressed her pouty lips to mine, and we started sucking on each other softly, tenderly, swapping control back and forth. I trailed my tongue across her lips before sucking my spit off them. When she took the lead, she nibbled on my lower lip and tugged at my upper before sucking on both of d them with her luscious pair of heavenly pads.

Her tongue eventually penetrated my mouth, and we were kissing the way siblings should never ever kiss. Tongues spiraling in each other's mouths like a tornado that has no clear path or purpose, licking gums, teeth, and tonsils, twisting and lapping on everything in their way, trading saliva while erotically massaging one another. It was the best kiss I had ever had in so many ways... too many.

She pulled back, astounded. "Josh, could you believe it?"

"Never," I whispered. "It's amazing."

"It's unbelievable..." She slipped her tongue back into my mouth, desperate for my kiss.

I dug my fingers in her hair until I reached her scalp. I pulled her harder to me, kissing her with more intensity. My move encouraged her to let loose, and her tongue did just that in my mouth. Her lush lips pressed harder against my own with each suck as she amassed the adequate batch of spit for our next exchange. We drank one another like we never did with any other person.

Seconds from the moment our tongues declared war on one another, my sister kept her obligation as per our agreement. I was hard. Rock hard. I hadn't been erect since that night she uncovered her sublime breasts while giving me twin footjobs.

Why was that happening? Why only my sister could get my prick's attention, I could not understand, but there was no denying it. She had total and complete power over it, and she was well aware of that when it was beginning to bench-press her swathed pussy, eager to please my sister.

She broke our kiss, an emotional smile curling her lips. "I got you hard, baby, as per our agreement."

"Yes you did. I had no doubt you would." I caressed her hair."Magnificent creature like you?" I shook my head. "My dick can't stay indifferent."

She slid her hand down and unbuckled my belt. She unbuttoned my jeans, removed them, and left me in my white briefs while I was lying on her bed and craved her with my eyes, heart, and penis. She returned to my mouth with a brief yet hungry kiss before looking intently into my eyes.

"I'm taking you into my mouth."

She helped me to my knees.

I held up her chin. "It's a step in the wrong direction."

She nodded. "I know."

She peeled off my briefs and dived down to my pubic domain, kneading my balls while dealing soft kisses to my engorged prick that was pulsating in excitement, realizing it was its mistress coming to reward its obedience.

She lashed her tongue at it, caressing from foundation to summit, hauling her slippery flesh up and down, taking her time to get me lubed in her delicious mouth fluids that I had just tasted. Her tongue swerved at the underside of my tip with each upward lick, giving me an incredible rush and extorting a faint whimper out of my trembling lips.

She gripped my shaft as her tongue swirled at the head. She licked my piss slit while gazing into my eyes before keeping her word and taking me into her mouth, and she wasn't coy about it. There was no gentle sucking, no taking just the head, no cute playfulness... She went all the way she could at first go and got three-quarters of me stuffing her mouth and parting her jaws to the limit.

She kept me deep inside her damp mouth for a good amount of time while working her petite hand on whatever that was left of my dry pole. She slowly glided me out, finishing with a booming pop of the head. She went back to licking my dick with long, caring strokes, particularly attending to the base of my rod, so it wouldn't feel neglected for not making the final cut into her skilful mouth.

"Are you ready?" she whispered.

"Ready for wh—"

Before I could even process her eccentric question, she swallowed my cock in whole, gliding a third of me down her throat without so much as blinking. No gag reflex; sensational. My heart almost forgot it had to beat from the excitement as it was alerting me that we were witnessing the unicorn of cocksuckers attached to our dick.

After a few seconds of her brother inhabiting her gullet, she slowly drew me out and licked my shaft with long, slow caresses of her tongue.

"For fuck sake, Brooke"—I gaped at her in awe, struggling to understand the mechanics of it—"how the fuck did you do that?"

"You are one lucky son of a bitch, brother." She smiled in content, her hand tugging at my tip. "I hope you know that."

"Are you kidding me? No one has ever taken me even half deep let alone all the way."

She grinned and licked my piss slit. "Aren't you glad now that you're invested in me, sweetie?"

"Baby, if I'd known you're able to do that, I'd have bought shares of you years ago."

She laughed wholeheartedly while working the tip, sustaining whatever progress she had made with my orgasm.

"Why don't you tell me what to do." She smirked, her hand spiraling up and down my trunk.

"Really?" I asked shockingly.

She nodded slyly. "Are you ready to go again?"

She started sucking me in, just keeping three inches of me inside her wet mouth until I said the word.

"Not yet, beautiful. Work that tongue."

She obeyed and whirled her tongue in ecstasy while now pushing another quarter of me into her, tightening those cute, succulent lips of hers for maximum friction and pleasure.

"Go all the way, baby."

It seemed to excite her that I was in control. She released a stifled whimper a second before her mouth engulfed my cock in its entirety. She was staring at me, showing me that she could hold until I said the word.

"Oh my god, Brooke, I'm so invested in you... Let go, baby; take a breather."

She slid me out, her fleshy lips grazing me all the way.

"Sweetie, can I keep you out for a few seconds? Just so my jaw can relax a little?"

"Sure, baby, I don't want you to hurt yourself, but in the meantime, can you lick me? And maybe work the tip?"

"Josh, don't ask. Tell me what you want, and I'll make it happen, baby." She twisted her soft hand up and down my shaft while licking the head in painstaking care for a few moments. "I'm ready, Josh. If you want..."

"Take me in halfway, but close tight those fat, cute lips of yours like I know can."

She opened wide and sucked me in halfway, puckering her lips as hard as she could.

"Grab my balls."

She snatched my testicles in her petite hand and started kneading, gazing into my eyes for further instructions.

"Now listen to me carefully, sis: When I say the word, I want my cock all the way down your throat while you're squeezing my balls lightly. Just a little pain; not a lot. You got that? Bob your mouth up my slit twice for yes and once for no."

She sucked me in and out twice up my slit, her tongue swirled at my tip.

"God, sweetie, you're fucking fantastic," I gasped. "On your mark, get set... blow!"

She opened her mouth wide and swallowed me whole while squeezing my balls.

"Brooke, I said lightly! Fuck, that hurts," I groaned. "Baby, fucking let go!"

She released my testicles while still holding the entire length of her brother's swollen snake in her mouth and down her throat. She let out a stifled hum a moment later.

"Yes, yes, you can take a breather... Fuck, it hurts."

She took me out nice and slow, towing her obese lips all the way up my piss slit, and panted as I was out completely.

"Josh, I'm so sorry... I don't know what I was thinking. I just thought you could take a little more."

"You're a fucking sadist! Did you know that?"

"Baby, I'm just trying to please you," she apologetically panted. "Don't be angry... Can I now finish you off?"

"Did I say it?"

"No, but I really want to. I can't wait for you to cum."

"First of all, I'll be more inclined to cum if you start licking my shaft and work the tip."

She instantly obeyed.

"Second, what's the fucking hurry for me to cum? You're giving me the blowjob of my life. I don't want it to ever end, god... You're so fucking spectacular."

She licked my shaft slow and tight while her hand kept jerking my head in a craze. "Um... can I talk now, sweetie?"

"Yeah, of course, honey."

"Now that you're invested in me, you have my mouth for whenever, baby, so don't worry, you're gonna see your cock plenty down my throat."

I was breathing heavily in unimaginable pleasure. "Jesus, Brooke... How the fuck god has created you so god damn perfect?"

She grinned in satisfaction while rubbing my glans in urgency. "Josh, I want you to cum. You're close; I can feel it. If you want, I'll suck you all night long, but let's break you in first, ok?"

She got me panting so bad I could barely breathe. "Oh fuck... I'm so in love with that filthy mouth of yours... Fuck! Take me all in. Now! And close those lips!"

She shoved me whole fast and hard, closing on me like a crocodile, holding a third of me down her throat for dear life.

"Now work it, sweetheart... I'm really close."

She started bobbing her head, drawing me halfway out before easing me in until her lips almost kissed my groin.

I looked down, watching my dick being sucked so expertly, and I couldn't believe that the mouth that was tightly wrapped around it —was my baby sister's. It was inconceivable.

"I would've never believed I would get to see this, you sucking my cock."

She locked eyes with me as she kept sliding my thickness in and out of her mouth, attempting at smiling.

"You're dripping again, aren't you, sweetie?"

She sucked me in and out twice with a spark in her eyes and went back to swallowing me whole. Shortly after, her fat lips began sucking my cock in a medium paced tempo.

"Christ, you're amazing. I can smell you. I'm dying to eat you out... Faster, baby."

She picked up the speed and was sucking my cock like she meant it: guttural noises being produced by her throat, spit drooling off her lips onto my cock and her sheets... She really did want me to cum.

"Oh my... Brooke, when I say the word—oh god... I want you to take me out... Jesus fuck... and let me come on your pretty face, ok?"

She let out a stifled hum and held me deep down her gullet, my cock forcing her throat to slightly dilate. That trick was never going to get tired.

"Baby, I love it, but I need you to suck me... Don't you want me to cum?"

Her mouth ascended my dick twice before she got my tip back down her warm gullet, yet she didn't suck.

"What's the problem, sis?"

She started miming her intentions...

"No fucking way, Brooke! You're not swallowing my cum. You're my sister; I won't have it. I'll cum on your face and it's a win-win. Now work it, and you work it tight and fast."

She went back to her sucking escapade, swallowing my bloated dick as if it was nothing but a tiny prick, easing it down her throat each and every time, like it was obvious that she was never going to gag.

"You just added yourself another minute, god... 'cause I was super close befooohhhhshit... yeah, I'm getting... there."

I was gasping like a maniac, having the best sucking machine in the world relentlessly working my cock.

"Oh my god, I can't believe you're doing that... I just bought a ten year bonds of you, sis."

What got me so excited was to watch her as she stretched her hand down to her pussy and got it soaking wet. She instantly polished my strong manhood before taking me back down her food pipe while I was coated in her own fluids.

"Ok I'm... I'm fuckin'... Brooke, when you feel me throbbing, take me out, ok, sweetie?"

She swallowed me in and out twice and kept sucking with passion.

"Oh here we go... Can you feel me thro—Brooke, no! Take me out now! I'm about toooooOOOHHHFUCKKKKKKKK! SHIT!!! JESUS FUCKING... MOTHER MERRY... HOLY shit... Holy sh... Oh my GODDDDD!!!"

I was having the best orgasm of my life been sucked and swallowed by my baby sister straight down her non-gagging throat until my cock was done feeding her with my sperm. She took it like Rambo, unwilling to surrender even a tenth of an inch of a cock, swallowing her brother in such loyalty, happy to have his dick clogging her throat completely.

I kept cussing for another spell, short-winded, blown away by my sister's performance. "Brooke, let go... I'm really sensitive, so take me out... Let go, Brooke! I'm fucking drained! I promise you... Fuck. Ok, two more and that's it... And two. Now take me out... Brooke!"

She finally agreed to stop sucking on my now void, blank pipe. She sucked me out slow and tight, drawing out my excess semen with her grinding lips until she could suck it off my piss slit.

"How... was I, Josh?" she asked in between labored breaths.

"Didn't you fucking hear a second ago? You were incredible... But why the fuck didn't you—"

"Because that's what I wanted. You can cum on my face later, but I was dying to swallow you... I couldn't wait."

I chuckled to myself. "You truly are the biggest fuckin' whore I have ever seen in bed... and I'm crazy about you. Bring your tongue here.

***

"Happy birthday, gorgeous."

"Oh my god, Josh, it's so beautiful."

"Let me put it on you."

I had bought her a golden necklace with a small heart crest. It cost me quite a bit, but I was having a good month with my trading, and I wanted for her to know how much she meant to me.

"Josh, I..."

"Why are you crying, baby? You don't like it? Because I can take it back and get you—"

She drew me to her lips and kissed the heck out of me. "I love it, Josh, but more importantly, I love it that you gave me something so meaningful."

"Because you mean so much to me. You know that, right? Whatever happens in the future."

"Don't say it; it'll be fine."

"Brooke, sweetheart, it's... not going to be fine. It will never be fine; you know that."

"Josh, what are you doing?! It's my birthday! And you start getting me depressed?!"

"Sorry. Um...are you ready?"

"Where are you taking me?"

"That's why they call'em surprises, baby."

I took her out that night to a fancy restaurant as part of my debt to her since I had lost our last poker game. We decided to keep our agreement as is. Every time she won, we would go out, and when I won... well, I was now getting much more than my pitiable, sad erections. Footjobs, handjobs, blowjobs... Any job that one might contemplate about, my sister was giving it to me.

The restaurant we sat at was a little Italian place downtown, and the atmosphere there was quite romantic: dim lights glittering from the table candles; beautiful scenery maps; soft, old Italian tunes... After fucking up her life this bad, I owed her that much.

She was sitting in front of me more beautiful than ever with her golden brown hair draping down her right shoulder and breast. Her pouty lips were stained in soft pink, and a smoky shade of green decorated her hazel eyes.

"Josh, thank you so much. You have no idea how much it means to me that you're treating me so good."

"Sweetheart, are you serious? You're the most important thing in the world to me."

"Am I? Am I really, baby?"

"Of course. Don't you know it?"

"Then why did you say these things you said before we left?"

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up tonight."

"You shouldn't bring it up on any night."

"Brooke, I know it's not something you like to think about. Trust me, I don't like it anymore than you do, but you—"




Siblingly Binding Ch. 02



"We'll figure this out, Josh; don't worry. Where there's will there's a way. You do have will, don't you, sweetie?"

"Brooke, honey, whoever wrote that line was probably high as fucking kite because we're unsolvable. No amount of will—"

"Are you invested in me, Josh?"

"You already know that I am."

"Then have faith."

I sighed. "Honey, you're very young, and when you're that young—"

"It doesn't mean I'm not mature enough. It doesn't mean I don't know what I want."

"No, it doesn't, but it does mean that you don't know what's good for you, and I'm not good for you, baby."

"That's where you're wrong. You're too good for me. Have faith."

"Alright. Question: Don't you wanna be able to publicly show affection? Don't you wanna be able to take pictures and post them to Facebook? To have a family? Kids? Have you even thought about all that?"

"Fuck Facebook, I hate kids, and I have my family — you."

"Do you really hate kids?"

"No, but I was trying make a point."

I chuckled. "You're something else, honey; you really are."

She grinned. "I'm glad you think that. You wouldn't let something like me go, would you, Josh?"

I didn't answer, and we ignored the topic for the rest of our night out.

When we arrived home, I kissed her goodnight and went to bed; however, my door was opened before my head had even hit the pillow. My sister was leaning against my doorcase in her boxers, the necklace I had bought her, and her... bareness. Her wonderful, vibrant breasts were begging to be sucked and groped.

Her cheeky lips curled to form a sly smirk. "Hey, you."

"Brooke, mom and dad—"

"Are sleeping."

"And where's your—"

"Right here."

She rotated to show me her crop top peeking out of her boxers. She hung them like a waitress who was carrying her cleaning cloth — halfway in with the other half slinging down her rounded, tight ass.

She sashayed to my bed still smirking. "You haven't given me my birthday present yet."

"I haven't? Then what's that thing on your neck?"

"It's not my neck you should be looking at now."

She climbed into my bed and began sucking on my lips and delicately tonguing me. Before I knew it, my hands were on her spectacular bust, feeling her up and tugging at her pink buds.

"Dear brother, it occurred to me that while you were enjoying my skilful hands, feet, and mouth, I was left high and dry. Why is that?"

"Baby, just say the word, and I'll be all over your angelic parts. All of them."

She kissed my neck and softly whispered in my ear, "I'm saying it."

I took off my shirt and held her tight with her nipples pressing mine. That feeling was second to none. It just got me so excited; more excited that I had ever been. After I laid her on her tender back, she took my hand in hers and slid it down her abdomen until we reached her boxers. She paused and smiled when we were halfway into her waistband before she skidded our hands all the way into her boxers, so I could finally feel her magnificent wetness.

I gasped at the unexpected sensation.

She was already so wet that I almost exploded in my briefs. My god... warm fluids dripping out of her drenching my fingers, while her tongue was doing the same in my mouth.

She broke our kiss, seeming a bit embarrassed. "Sweetie, maybe you should get a towel or something, so I won't—"

"Baby, I'm going to sleep with my face shoved in that stain all night. Don't make me laugh."

She giggled in bashfulness.

I knelt between her slender thighs and rid her of her checkered boxers to expose her sopping pussy in all of its glory, finally making its debuts: shaved at the lips, yet with a medium trimmed triangle of golden brown grass sowed just above on her mound. It was pretty aggressive; the most fleshed out bush I had even seen on a girl before.

Her lips down under perfectly mirrored the ones that were sucking me dry bi-daily: pouty with attitude. Her wet folds were mesmerizing with her labia already swollen, revealing the entrance to her love tunnel; however, what really caught my eye was her inner flesh; it's color I had never seen before in my life, not even in porn.

It was vibrant blood red. It was so saturated and vivid that I felt as if I was watching it on a LED screen with the settings manipulated to the extreme. The pussies that I had gazed at before tonight were much more subdued in tone. She looked like a delicate, exotic flower that was eagerly awaiting its gardener.

"Brooke, you're so beautiful." I drooled, hypnotized by her vulva.

That had to be the most gorgeous pussy I had ever seen.

"Kiss me."

As I was about to kiss her for the first time, she pulled me by the hair to her mouth.

"Josh, I... I..."

Her eyes were flooded with what her mouth was struggling to utter.

I gently caressed her cheek. "I know."

I lay on top of her and made love to her mouth for minutes. We were playing, slow dancing, rubbing one another... The heat was rapidly soaring when my sister began gasping into my mouth and inflicting greater force into her kisses. I breathed in each of her pants and tasted her as best as I could.

I moved to nibble on her neck and ears while she held me close to her and was softly whimpering, her slim legs embracing me. My lips tugged at her earlobe before my tongue penetrated her ear canal. That extorted a few guttural moans of pleasure from my sister as she wriggled from my oral touch.

I traveled to her breasts, sucking on her pink nipples and fondling her plump mounds before awarding her right tit a blue hickey to match the one that was fading on her left.

"Josh! Ow," she whimpered. "I'm so fucking sensitive, sweetie..."

I had the left one refurbished as soon as I was done with the right, and now both of her tits had my bluish love marks proudly decorating them. I methodically kissed my way down her curvaceous frame, visiting her ribs and toned tummy while she flexed her abs for me to kiss them one pack at a time. I headed south to her inner thighs and gave each one a hickey just next to her hips.

"Josh, you're covering me with your hickey marks all over!"

"Should I stop?"

She pondered fleetingly before covering her eyes. "God no... Just do whatever with me."

I set shop between her legs, gazing at her fatty mound and her triangle of feminine lawn. I grazed my nose to her soft turf, smelling it and licking it, watering her meticulously groomed pitch.

"No fingering!" she exclaimed.

"Why not?"

"'Cause it's my body, and 'cause I said so."

Surprised by her request, I reached for her drizzling pussy and drenched my finger up and down her folds, watching Brooke worming from my touch. I sucked my finger dry before sending it to her sensitive clitoris, carefully rubbing around it, watching her love gape widening further as I went along.

I lay my tongue on the thin strip of skin that buffered both of her cracks. I pressed hard and licked her pussy all the way up to her nub, making sure to get a mouthful of her savory juices. As my sister lustfully watched me gurgling her essence down my throat, her clit teased me out of its hood, like a slug peeking out of its shell.

My slippery, wet flesh trapped it when it allowed itself to stray too far from its squishy fortress. I ground at it, feeling it swelling against my tongue, while my sister was already closing fast on her orgasm, even though I had barely started playing with her let alone eating her. It was unacceptable.

"Josh, I... I'm co... Just keep going, baby."

I continued licking her button while keeping my hands off the equation. Brooke began writhing and gasping, gluing my head to her clit as her orgasm was about to materialize; hence, I stopped licking and blew hot air on her clit. This served two purposes: denying her while keeping her close to the tipping point. I had intended granting her the mother of all orgasms, yet she was coming way too fast. I couldn't allow her just yet.

"Josh, baby," she panted, "why did you stop... Lick me quick; I'm almost there."

I ignored her and continued blowing hot air on her clit, cooling her down to the desirable temperature.

"Josh, lick me!"

"Not yet."

"But I was coming!"

"I know."

She aggressively raised her upper torso to glower at me. "You're an evil brother! Why are you denying me?!"

"I'm not, baby. I just want you have the best orgasm ever. You're gonna have to trust me on this one."

"Fuck you!"

She sent her fingers to her bell clapper and started abusing it.

I expelled her hand. "Oh no you don't. This is my show; hands off."

"But... I wanna come," she whined.

"And when you will, it's gonna be spectacular. I give you my word, sis."

She plunked back frustrated onto the bed, covering her eyes. "Jesus... you're such a bad person. I'll remember this the next time your cock is down my throat."

I smirked. "Good; you do that."

Her excitement faded enough, and so I took her clit for another spin. I pressed my tongue hard against it and gyrated, feeling it twirling to the beat of my choice. I licked, and wiggled, and vibrated, grinding and abusing it with every possible pattern I could think of. Brooke was quickly reaching the tipping point for the second time, pinching her nipples and whimpering.

"Don't you fuckin' think... to deny me again."

As she started jerking, I let her clit be, blowing hot air on it, bringing her back down nice and easy.

The art of denying is not an easy one to master. It requires a specific set of skills, and it represents severe implications, potentially deadly if hadn't been properly studied. It's not for a dilettante to delve in, that's for sure. One should have an impressive frequent diver résumé before contemplating practicing this ancient black art.

"You mother fucker!"

"Honey, I promise you, you're going to thank me for this."

"I hate you! Baby, please... you're hurting me..."

"Brooke, sweetie, you're going to come big time. Just let me do my thing."

"But... I don't want to," she whined. "Fucking son of a bitch!"

"Now, darling, don't be like that."

"I'm gonna fucking destroy you the next time I'm sucking your cock. You're gonna beg for hours! I fucking promise you... Oh god, it's slipping away... "

As an exceptional people reader, I sensed she was unhappy with me. "Bitterness doesn't suit you, sis. Now lay back, enjoy the ride, and stop being hostile."

"This ride is torture! This is the worst ride I've ever gotten! And on my birthday, nonetheless. No one is fucking denying me without paying for it... Fuck!"

Her fury was driving her down too fast. I had to work quickly before her resentment and exasperation would blow up her birthday present I was moments from giving her.

I started working her clit hard, urgently alternating between tapping on it and avidly licking, for I knew what would be the consequences if she chilled below the critical point. Thankfully, I just barely made it, cutting it way too close. I knew I had to be careful now.

My sister was back panting and twisting moments later, pinching her nipples so hard I was afraid she would rip them off.

"Josh, I'm begging you, no more... I can't anymore."

"We're almost there, sweetheart."

"You're lying; I know it... You're hurting me, Josh..."

"I'm not lying, honey, I promise. Now reach for my pillow and put it on your tits."

She did as I instructed.

A successful denied orgasm should always conclude with a bang; bombarding the body and mind of the pussy owner with everything you got, driving her to sensory overflow. Since my sister had forbidden me fingering her, I couldn't exert my tried and tested triple combo of fingering the cunt, licking the labia, and tapping on the clit. I would normally move to plan B: stretching the lips wide while sucking on the clit. Normally. My sister was too hardcore for it to properly work though. She needed more; much more. There was only one way.

"Brooke, baby, I can see you're close, so I'm gonna allow you to come now, but... I will need to pull out my cock and—"

"Don't you dare to fuck me, Josh!"

"I wasn't going to, I swear. I just need to rub against your lips and clit. Believe me, I'm doing this for you."

I kept circling my thumb on her clit while waiting for an answer.

There are no strict rules with denying, and much of it is based on observation and "feel". Every woman is different; theretofore, some require more denying intervals, others are less tolerant, some may need more heat etc.

"Swear... on your life."

"I swear." I dived to lick her again.

She was getting spasmodic, panting and molesting her tits and nipples, shaking her head incessantly.

"Whatever! Just do it! Please let me come... Get me off, sweetie."

I pulled out my metal hard member while Brooke was gazing at it in nerves and lust. I laid my cock between my sister's flabby cunt lips and looked at her for the last time before pushing her over the edge. She would never be same.

"Brace yourself."

I swung my hips forward and let my dick plough through my sister's lips as my fat tip power-rowed to her clit and stroke it with force.

"Ow! Oh my... Baby, I'm so close; I'm second... Oh gosh, Oh fuck... Oh god..."

I swayed backwards, drawing back my cock like David's sling before propelling myself along Brooke's saturated pussy lips and jabbing her goliath of a clit for the second time.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD! It's—"

"Brooke, the pillow!"

My sister hit her orgasm and smothered herself with my pillow, lashing on it with her foul-mouthed screams, cussing and swearing, violating it with her obscene profanity and her filthy sewer of a mouth. My pillow, too, would never be the same.

I kept at it though: ramming my fat cock into my sister's clit, ringing her bell while working her slit like a zipper. My manhood was crammed deep in her wet folds, sailing between her labia like a motorboat. Her drenched pussy lips opened and shut around it as it thrust along. I continued destroying my baby sister's nub, which had now become rosy and swollen from the assault.

I wanted to go into my sister. I wanted to be inside her so bad I could die. She was so wet that my sheets were now long soaked with her oils, and her scent was clouding my judgment. It could have been so ridiculously simple. Just a human error, and pop! I would be fucking my baby sister's wet pussy deep inside her.

I didn't surrender to the temptation, however, and my cock drifted like an oak log in her river-like folds to knock down her clit completely. My sister's salacious curses were still dulled by my pillow, thankfully, so I could send my lips to her cunt for further care.

I started french kissing her pussy, lips to lips, tongue to hole while my thumb was destructing her flushed, bloated nub some more. I sucked on her, gulped her never-ending fountain of pussy juices as my sister was now coming for the second time.

That's another perk of denying; not only it intensifies the climax, it also shackles the following orgasms.

Brooke was now kicking my ribs with her heels while writhing and panting into my pillow. I couldn't continue to work under these conditions.

"Brooke, my ribs!"

She shoved my head back to her wringing wet cunt and relaxed her bucking hips while my pillow was bravely doing its job: muting her lewd mouth.

She came hard for the second time with her disgusting mouth swearing into my pillow, and her body was contorting so forcefully I had to restrain her with my hands, setting her hips into place.

"FUCKING LICK THE FUCK OUT OF MY CU—"

I rocketed my hand to shut her foul mouth after she had thrown my poor, used pillow to the floor. I prayed our parents didn't hear that smutty growl. I kept licking her cunt like she obeyed me to though. She was pouring so intensely that I couldn't keep up, and her pussy juices began dripping off my lips and chin like milk dripping off a baby's.

I gasped and plunged down to her leaking gape, sucking straight from the source, yet I knew that if she kept spurting like that, I wouldn't be able to repel her forever. I couldn't. I was filled to the brim, and she was erupting like a perforated dam, so I pulled away and allowed her to squirt on my sheets.

It's rare that a maiden orgasm is less potent than the second; nevertheless, that was the case in hand. I couldn't do a thing but to watch as she held her knees up to her superb bust and sprayed her wonderful cum all over my bed while I was tapping on her clit until her orgasm phased out.

That orgasm was too powerful to let her go just yet. I needed to bring her down nice and easy, so she wouldn't be scarred from the steep decline, and so I shoved my face into her soppy pussy to extort the third orgasm, praying it would be a soft, feeble one.

I picked on her dangerously stimulated clit and licked her engorged labia when she suddenly clutched me by my hair and pulled me to her, swapping the hand that was screening her filthy mouth with my lips as she started ferociously tonguing me.

She seized my cock and pressed it onto her soaked folds yet again while bucking her hips, so it would drive through her labia to hit final destination — her now flaming, crimson clit. While she kept at it, I was building an orgasm of my own as my cock head was getting maximum friction from her soggy cunt lips.

She pulled out of my mouth, panting. "Josh, I want you to come with me... Please, baby? Come with me?"

I nodded as we both were rocking our hips in perfect harmony. Soon, my sister's mouth was back to its old tricks — cussing in a craze, so I shoved my tongue into her mouth just as we both came hard.

I fired my cum onto her crumbling clit and velvety bush after staining her boobs and tummy with the first few ropes. My sister couldn't care less as she was too busy whimpering, wriggling, and cursing out her orgasm. I rubbed my cum onto her pussy lips, giving them a creamy white rinse, until she was finally done gushing and collapsed in labored breaths, staring exhaustingly into my eyes.

I was still winded, also. "Brooke, baby... happy birthd—"

"I love you."

She took me by surprise. It wasn't a casual, orgasm-drunken uttering. It was sincere, heartfelt, and the most genuine "I love you" that one could possibly whisper.

"Um... I take it you're not mad at me any—"

"Don't do that, Josh; don't ignore me," she panted, insulted. "I love you. I love you like I've never loved before. I love you so much that I can't contain it."

"Brooke, don't say these things. You're just making—"

"I don't give a shit... Do you love me back? That's all I need to know."

"It's irrelevant, sweetheart. We can never—"

"Josh! Do you love me?!"

I got off her and loaded my pipe with a potent, savory Arabic tobacco for a much needed smoking session. I lay back on my bed, and my sister curled up to me with her boxers now on, her bust still bare, and still covered in my cum. I took a few drags and passed it on to her. She smoked a little and returned the pipe to my mouth.

"Josh, do you love me? That's all I need to know... for now."

"What do you mean for now?"

"Do you love me?"

I sighed and reluctantly whispered, "Yes."

"I don't mean as your sister."

I nodded in pain. "I know."

"Then say it, sweetie. I need to hear it."

I looked into her glistening eyes and whispered, "I love you."

She giggled in excitement and emotions, caressing my cheek. "I want to spend the night with you."

I gently kissed her lips. "I want it, too."

We agreed she would leave early in the morning before our parents woke up. We cuddled and spent our first night together as lovers. It was the best night of my life. I never felt so sheltered and loved as my sister held me tight to her naked breasts to keep me warm after kissing me for minutes until I dozed off.

***

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and yawned. "Who is it?"




Siblingly Binding Ch. 02



"Josh, are you decent?"

"Why, mom?" I answered groggily.

"I can't find Brooke anywhere, and she isn't answering her phone."

"She's probably"—I yawned—"in the shower."

"Don't you think I looked there?"

I glanced to my left, and my sister was fast asleep, topless, not even thinking of waking up.

"Holy shit!"

"Josh, did you say something? Can I come in?"

"Uh... wait! Don't come in just yet! I'm... I'm naked!" I wiggled my sister to consciousness and whispered, "Brooke, Brooke... wake up! Mom is outside the door. You have to hide."

"Josh, who are you talking to? Do you have a girl there?"

"No, no, I'm just... My phone is—Brooke, wake the fuck up!"

"I can hear you talking to someone. Is Brooke there?"

"Jesus Christ, mom! Why would she be here?!"

"Well, I'm coming in, honey."

"Mom, wait! My balls are—I'm getting dressed!"

"Joshua! You should really clean up your language. It's not—"

"Yeah, I'll clean it the fuck up later!" I urgently tapped on my sister's ass. "Brooke!"

My sister finally decided to grace me in her wakefulness, smiling like the village simpleton.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty. Mom is outside the fucking door, so wake the FUCK UP!"

"Josh, why are you swearing there all the time?! Can I come in now?"

"Just not the fuck yet, mom! Unless you wanna see my balls hanging out of my briefs!"

"Good lord, Joshua! Such a filthy mouth!"

My sister was horrified, whispering in panic, "Fuck! Where can I hide?! Josh?!!"

"You should really stop cussing all the time, Josh. I'm coming in."

She opened the door.

"For fuck sake, mom, I wanna go back to sleep! Why the fuck did you wake me?!"

"Because you were out with her last night, so that makes you the last person who has seen her. We need to get to work. It's not typical for her to disappear like that."

"Well, maybe she went to a friend after... I don't fuckin' know!"

"I'm calling her again. I'm really worried, Josh."

"Can't you do that downstairs?! I'm super fuckin' tired, mom!"

"Ok, honey, calm down," she apologetically said, striding to the door, but then she halted and spun around. "There's a funky smell in here, Josh. It reeks here of... You should really let in some fresh air. It smells here like—"

"Mom! I'm tired! Let me sleep!"

"Airtight; relax, grumpy." She kissed me on the cheek. "You have a good day, honey, and let me know if you hear from your sister."

"Ok, bye."

She shut the door.

"Shit!" my sister said, thrusting up the blanket that had barely managed concealing her while I was lying on almost all of her.

I was sweating out of every pore of my body. Thankfully, I had always been a cold blooded killer and an expert in keeping cool when the going gets tough.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!!"

"Now, sweetie... don't be angry. I accidentally pressed dismiss instead of hitting snooze."

"You did WHAT?!!!"

"Your bed is so comfy, and I wanted to stay with you just a little more. I wasn't paying much attention... Don't get angry, baby."

"Do you realize what could've just happened?!! Ah?!!! Do have any fucking clue?!!!"

"Well, it turned out for the best 'cause I'll call mom later and tell her I wanted a day off for my birthday, and then I'll stay with you, and we'll do something... Oh god, what a great day it's gonna be..."

"You are out of your fucking mind! We were seconds from going to prison! I can't go the prison! I'll be ass fucked the second I get there by the Muslims, the Nazis... For fuck sake, haven't you ever fucking seen Oz?!! Schillinger would tear my crack apart!"

"Sweetie, calm down," Brooke giggled. "You're getting a little hoarse there... Mom wouldn't have turned us in; don't be ridiculous. Schilling... whatever his name is isn't going to ass fuck you, baby. Now, you need to relax, and I have just the thing for you."

Before I could even object, my cock was lodged deep down my baby sister's never-gagging throat. She was sucking the heck out of me for ten minutes flat until I spouted her breakfast straight down to her void stomach.

She wiped off her mouth, as though she had finished eating a lobster. "I don't know what about you, but I'm full." She laughed.

I chuckled back, euphoric from that awesome blowjob. "Brooke, wait for mom to leave and make us something to eat as a compensation for you being irresponsible."

"Didn't I just do that?"

"No. What you just did was your duty whenever you're staying the night."

"So you're saying there'll be more sleepovers?" She grinned.

"No. I'm saying that... Just make us breakfast!"

"Counteroffer: I don't wanna make breakfast; I want us to go out and eat somewhere nice, but... I will take another dish of those tasty yogurts your balls make before we go."

"God damn it, Brooke! Stop using—oh god... Keep it deep, baby."

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Siblingly Binding Ch. 03



I was sitting in an outdoor coffee shop with a friend, bathing in the gay sun and hoping to catch a nice golden tan. My sister was out of town for the weekend visiting a friend and had left a day earlier. 

Our relationship had been advancing, emotionally, in a worried pace to my great dismay. I had been ruminating on how to end things with her romantically, and even though it would no doubt prove to be a heartbreaking task—as I was very much in love with her—I knew we couldn't keep this up and ending it at the earliest stage possible was the right call for me and more so for her. 

I was always aware we didn't stand a chance, yet she genuinely believed we could have actually overcome this massive obstacle; ergo, I had no choice but to bring our relationship to its inescapable ending before I might have reached a threshold where I would have been unable to tap into whatever that was left out of my feeble spine and depraved morals. 

She was very young and somewhat naive, even though she was quite mature and "knew what she wanted" as she had said. I wasn't about to destruct her life by dragging her into an incestuous relationship with her only brother just because she couldn't accept that life is often unfair, and happy endings are more likely to be encountered in cinema and literature rather than in the real world. 

It was an important lesson for her to learn, and a valuable one to learn as young as possible, so later on in life, her delicate heart would anneal, and hopefully, she wouldn't be subject to unnecessary heartbreaks that might shatter her completely. 

As for me, I knew what lay ahead. I had brushed with heartbreaks more than once; some I could fault myself, some I could not; irrespectively, I prepared myself for the worst as I had never been so in love before, and she was my sister. The higher you go the harder you fall, and I was going to plummet like a flaming meteor. 

As my friend and I were chatting over a stiff cup of Joe, I spotted Shannon. She was sitting outside with a girlfriend of hers; however, her back was turned to me, so I was under her radar. Shannon and I had briefly dated two months back until she accused me for craving her pussy rather than her heart, which she wasn't wrong about. 

Still, it bothered me that she didn't let me fuck her. I knew how slutty she had been in her teens, and it felt unfair that while little boys were fucking her brains out during recess, grown men were left to jerk off until she had decided that a socially sufficient time had passed for her to spread her legs wide and to fuck like the cunt her reputation had promised. 

As I observed her from a distance, I got the sudden urge to shove my cock deep into her triple gapes, just so I wouldn't be feeling like a complete loser, the way I felt now. With my erection fiasco, it wouldn't be easy; her hating on me wasn't that helpful, either. 

Shannon was the offspring of an African American mother and a father of Irish descent. She had taken after her mother in skin and after her father in appearance. She had pitch-black smooth legs that I had been dying to place my cock in between and thrust it deep into her pinkish pussy. 

She was pretty and had huge breasts with a little more bulk for my taste in the midsection, though somehow she managed to pull it off, and I hadn't known a guy in our school that hadn't masturbated to her massive boobs at least a dozen times. I had beaten off to her voluptuous body quadruple that number. 

My friend dared me to fuck her as soon as I had him aware of her presence, and I was inclined to take him up on the little bet he proposed. A part of that was because I always felt she was to blame for my prick predicament. Had she let me fuck her when I was still managing to generate erections, I might have been able to avoid corrupting my beautiful sister. 

Upon a brief browse through my phone contacts, I was overjoyed to still have her number and gave my friend a final chance to back down. He didn't. Why would he? As one of my best friends, he was well acquainted with how passionately Shannon hated me. 

I tapped on her name and texted, "Why have thee deserted me, me African Leprechaun?" 

After watching her laughing at the text with her friend, I already felt more confident. One should not underestimate the power of a good laugh. It's a pussy stretcher. 

Shannon texted, "Who is it?" 

Nicely played. I knew she knew it was me since I heard my name being called from afar. 

I texted, "It's your latest casualty (assuming). The guy you dumped for being obsessed with sex." 

Shannon texted, "Oh...To what do I owe the pleasure, Mr. Dick?" 

I texted, "Now come now, no need for this type of language. Especially, when I've been wanting to apologize." 

Shannon texted, "I'd say it's too late for an apology now, so fuck you, Josh. You blew your chance. Don't text me again." 

I texted, "This is not about a second chance, my exotic Irish lass; nevertheless, I'll respect your request and text you no more." 

After being ridiculed by my dear friend for minutes, my phone vibrated. 

Shannon texted, "Then why did you text in the first place?" 

After laughing back at my friend, I texted, "Um... I'm not sure if I should keep texting when you haven't revoked your previous command, my heaven of a vision in black and green." 

That seemed to tenderize her real good if judging by the roaring laughter that echoed from her table, much to my friend's displeasure. 

When courting a girl, it's important for her to feel special, pursued. Pet names will get you there quicker than any other way I know aside from money; groveling also helps. 

Shannon texted, "You're smooth, Josh. I almost forgot. Consider it revoked. Temporarily." 

I texted, "Much obliged, my fair lady. I've been soul searching lately and have found myself thinking of you, how I mistreated you, and I'd have really liked for you to accept a sincere apology from this ungrateful fool." 

No laughing anymore; good sign. 

Shannon texted, "What's your angle if not a second chance? That's no way to ask for forgiveness." 

I texted, "Honest to god, I am not asking for a second chance, and not because I don't want one, but because I don't deserve one." 

Shannon texted, "At least we can agree on that." 

I texted, "Indeed, my raven-winged fairy." 

No laughing. Staring at the text and smiling; very good sign. 

Throughout the back and forth texting session, Shannon would take her time and let me " sear"; however, I would text instantaneously, making her feel that she was so important to me that this was all I was doing at the moment: focusing on her. 

Shannon texted, "So what, you're now texting every girl you tried to fuck and failed?" 

Excellent sign. She now wants to feel special. She wants to know that she's alone in my head. It's time to bring it home. 

I texted, "No, darling. I'm only texting you." 

Shannon texted, "Then what do you want, Josh? I don't have time for your games." 

I was in a tricky position. I didn't want to date her again, but I did want to fuck her. Upon deliberating, I decided that my sad, true story might actually get me there. My friend thought I was just trying to get into her panties, so I had nothing to worry about. 

I texted, "If I may be frank, my greenish African flower, I have a mild medical problem that I don't want to expand about but that has something to do with you, and no, I didn't give you anything. That's why I texted." 

Shannon texted, "Josh, quit with the riddles. What's going on?" 

I texted, "Well, I've been having issues in past months getting my gear to work when needed, and last it functioned properly — was with you." 

Mockery and booming laughter. Sure, couldn't avoid that; nonetheless, it was a premium I was willing to pay. 

Shannon texted, "Flattering as it may, maybe you should text your doctor instead. Have you tried that, Josh? Or did you fail in that too?" 

More mockery. Fantastic... though nothing I hadn't foreseen. 

I texted, "I did. Tried and failed that is. He said my problem is psychological, that I have a mental blockage that has something to do with you, since you're the last one who gave me wood and made me feel like a real boy, Miss Geppetto." 

Just a little white lie. Anything to get a VIP passage to her sopping pussy and those huge black mounds. 

More laughter, though less mockery and more intrigue. 

Shannon texted, "Listen here, Pinocchio, I'm not planning on giving you wood again if that's why you texted." 

I texted, "I wouldn't even dream to text you for that, my dark toned high priestess." 

Giggling. Biting her nail and staring at the text. I can't believe it's working! 

Shannon texted, "You're going to soon run out of metaphors, Josh... though I kinda wish you wouldn't." 

Yes! I'm getting somewhere. My friend was baffled by this little show I was giving him. 

I texted, "I will never run out of metaphors with such an inspiration like yourself, my delicious, African-spiked Irish cream." 

More giggling. More staring. More biting her nails. I can't fucking believe it! 

Shannon texted, "I kinda missed this... you. A little." 

Holy shit! 

My friend lit up his cigarette, worshiping my ass for what had seemed like an impossible mission at first. I had to close the deal fast. 

I texted, "Me too, my finest bottle of African blended Bushmills. Though sadly, now that I'm out of order, I've given up on dating, so I have really nothing to offer to anyone let alone to a muse like yourself." 

Shannon texted, "Why didn't you talk like that then? I wanna fuckin kill you now." 

Yes! Fuck yes! 

I texted, "To err is human, to forgive, divine. All this human is doing is asking this goddess for forgiveness; nonetheless, I will wish you a great day, and thank you for not blowing me off like I deserved. Goodbye, my swarthy pasture of fresh green grass." 

My friend thought I was out of mind, saying goodbye to her, but I had a strong feeling it was just the beginning. 

Fifteen minutes later, after my friend and I deserted the coffee shop and were pacing to his car, Shannon texted, "Josh, were you serious about the second chance?" 

Predictable... 

I texted, "Dead serious, but I was also serious about me not into dating till I figure this thing out with my junk. Don't linger on me, you beautiful ebon elf. I just felt I owed you an apology, and perhaps it'll give me a second chance with myself." 

Shannon texted, faster than anticipated, "It really sucks how you're acting now..." 

I texted, "Why? Did I do something wrong?" 

Shannon texted, "Yes... You're making me want to give you that second chance." 

Success! 

I texted, "My dear emerald tribal queen, I'm not worthy of you, haven't you figured that out by now? I will never be worthy of you, even less now that I have zero self-esteem." 

I'm pushing there, wiggling the hook... Now let's see if she bites. 

Yes! Text! 

"Sweetie, I miss you terribly... I can't wait to get back home and to kiss you. All of you. I carry you in that golden heart you bought me. Love you so much :-*" 

Shit... 

My sister texted me. I missed her like crazy, and that text just ruined my life. I had no idea how would I do what I needed to do, but I knew I had to. 

Shannon texted, "Well, we can be friends. There's no rule against that, right?" 

Yeah, with benefits. 

I texted, "I'd love to be your friend :)" 

Shannon texted, "So, do you have any plans for tonight, friend?" 

I texted, "Actually, I do. I'm going..." 

I texted her about that bar my friends and I were planning on going out to. 

Shannon texted, "Are you serious? Because I already made plans to go there, too. So weird..." 

Yeah, right... Lame. 

I texted, "It's incredible. It's like the universe wants... Well, maybe I'll see you there (fingers crossed)?" 

Shannon texted, "Maybe... Bye, friend." 

I texted, "Bye... :(" 

Whatever. 

*** 

I was out with my friends that night and was eager for Shannon to make her appearance. If I managed to get her into bed and perhaps to get hard—since she was indeed the last girl I had been hard with aside from my sizzling hot sister—I would feel more confident breaking Brooke and me's forbidden relationship. 

My friends were all aware of the bet and were just as excited as I was since Shannon would most likely bring a friend or two, so an opportunity for them to get something out of it had also been present. Almost an hour later and Shannon was still a no-show, yet I didn't want to text her. It would have been going against whatever persona I had assumed when texting her earlier that day. I couldn't text. 

We kept our revel going for another half-hour or so until what do you know... my new friend entered the bar with three of her girlfriends, and she was looking hot and looking for me, too. I acted as if I hadn't seen her and kept my back to her, drinking, laughing, making her come to me... She didn't. In fact, she took her time, observing no doubt. She wanted to see if I was hitting on girls, was my guess; nevertheless, I was getting impatient. I was beginning to ponder whether I should get up to the restroom, so I could "coincidentally" run into her. 

Luckily, Shannon texted, "Are you having fun yet, friend?" 

I texted, "I would've been having more fun if my African queen of green clubs was here :-( " 

I was well aware that she was seated at the bar and was scoping me out that whole time, yet I kept the game going and instructed my friends not to stare her way, so she wouldn't be tipped off. 

Shannon texted, "And the metaphors keep on flowing..." 

I texted, "As promised, my Zulu, Celtic princess warrior." 

Shannon texted, "I don't think our friendship has started off very well, Josh." 

I texted, "Oh?" 

Shannon texted, "You're looking good there and happy, but you haven't come to say hello. That's no way to treat a friend..." 

I pretended searching for her across the bar until my eyes locked with hers. I faked a coy simper and walked to her. I said hello to her friends before attending to her. 

"Wow, friend, you look gorgeous." I kissed her on both cheeks as the French do. 

I needed to dazzle her and to show her a new me, yet it was a big ask since her ginormous, black tits that were peeking out of her blue top were practically begging for attention. 

"It's been awhile, Josh." She batted her eyelashes, simpering. 

"Yes, it has," I said, gazing deep into her eyes. "Would you care joining our table, my green shake of African yogurt?" 

She and her friends giggled. 

"Well, maybe just for a little while." She gave her lower lip a smutty nibble. "If only I had someone to escort me..." 

She was taking full advantage of this "new" me. She wanted trumpets and everything. 

"I'll be honored to escort you, my sooty pot of green gold." 

They laughed again. 

"You're making it very hard to stay your friend with these metaphors of yours, Josh." 

"And still, friendship is all that is left for me to give, my jade goddess of the night." 

More laughing. I'm on fire. 

"Then you're going to have to stop with these quips. I don't know if I can just be friends with someone who's so... charmingly witty." 

That look she gave me now—was the look I was waiting for. 

"Noted, my steaming pint of Guinness. After you"—I added the appropriate hand gesture—"friend." 

Shannon and her entourage joined us, and we instantly delved into our joyful merrymaking. A couple of my friends made headway with her girlfriends, and I was more charming than ever. I achieved that by doing something I hadn't done the first time around — listening to her. 

Since I needed her sold on this "new" Josh, I insisted on eluding all references to sex, and that meant that I had to "bashfully" overlook a few of Shannon's cock teasing jabs, which was harder than I thought; even so, I had a feeling she was testing me with those bold remarks more than anything, and I wasn't about to accept anything but a glowing A+. 

Unfortunately, I was now thinking about my sister more than ever. I felt I was wronging her, and the fact that I was madly in love with her didn't help, either. I felt like dying whenever I thought about that talk I was planning on having with her; however, my mind was resolved to end our forbidden contact and to get Shannon into bed as quickly as possible. 

Our night out concluded with Shannon and me leaving early to another bar, which was mellower and more suitable for conversing. We talked there for a couple of hours, and it had been quite pleasurable. She was more interesting than I recalled. We finished our outing waiting for her girlfriends to meet her outside our bar, so they would share a cab. 

"I had a really nice time with you, Josh." 

"Likewise." 

"I don't think we've had a better date than this when we were dating. Come to think of it, I'm positive we haven't had a better date." 

"Yeah, well, maybe 'cause this wasn't a date, was it, friend?" 

"Wasn't it?" She leaned to kiss me. 

I shied away. I had to. I couldn't cheat on the woman I love. I couldn't believe I didn't kiss her because I didn't want to cheat on my sister. How absurd and surreal was all of this. 

Shannon was expectedly hurt and confused by my rejection, and her pretty face made no effort concealing either. I had to come up with something good. 

"Shannon, I don't want to make the same mistake again." 

"What mistake? Kissing me?!" 

"God forbid. Your lips are exactly where I want my lips to be," I lied. 

"Then what the fuck is going on in here, Josh?! I thought we had a great time! I thought this was what you wanted! Are you fucking playing me?!" 

"Now that's not fair. I was completely honest with you about wanting to be your friend. Don't make a liar out of me." 

She lit up a cigarette, and I followed suit. 

"What the fuck, Josh?! I thought that... we were playing around! Did you honestly think I would just be your friend?!" 

"But I wasn't playing around. I was totally genuine with you about everything. Everything." 

Her face morphed from angry and hurt to shocked and flummoxed. "You mean... you were serious about that... your junk?" 

I nodded. "I really don't have anything to offer you, Shannon. I wasn't kidding." 

"Jesus Christ... you really did 180, didn't you? From a complete lying jackass to..." 

"I'm really sorry for how I treated you before. I was obsessed with sex, just as you said, and now I'm being punished for it." 

She shook her head. "I'm... This is so not how I thought this night would end." 

"I'm sorry if I misled you; it wasn't my intention. I do care about you, and I don't want to see you getting hurt again; certainly not by me." 

Her friends arrived in a cab. 

"Jesus... I have to go." 

"Shannon..." 

She stepped into the cab and drove away. 

*** 

Sunday, and my sister returned from her out of town weekend. I was in my room when I heard her step in and talking to my mom. I was getting gloomier than ever. I would have to hurt both of us, and my trick with Shannon had exploded in my face. 

I was going to lose both ends of the rope: hurting my sister, and I had already blew up my second chance to fuck Shannon. And let's not forget that I was about to kiss my pitiful, weekly erection goodbye. Those were three ends of the rope, come to think of it; one too many for me to lose. 

I could hear footsteps coming up the stairs; more like speeding up the stairs. Oh god... 

My door was breached without even a warning. My goddess of a sister was standing at my doorway: cutoffs, crop top, golden brown hair gushing like a river down her back, makeup that could get me erect without her even touching me, the necklace I had bought her, and a loving grin stretching her mouth wide. I was in serious trouble. 




Siblingly Binding Ch. 04



Upon returning home, I began spending as much time as possible with Shannon, laboring to get emotionally invested in her as fast as I could, which wasn't difficult at all since Shannon was an amazing girl once I started getting to know her better. She was kind, smart, and funny, and she had huge breasts. All good things in my book. 

I slowly found myself enjoying her company more and more, and even though my dick kept acting up, I felt it might actually perform better in the future, just as Shannon had been hoping. Brooke was dating like mad to my utter surprise since I expected her to do her bare minimum, and although she didn't have a boyfriend yet, she was clearly committed to getting one as quickly as possible. 

We agreed to reduce our shared time solely to poker nights, so we would stand a better chance at falling out of love; in addition, we ceased all contact via texts and calls and limited our conversations to specific topics. We didn't talk about us at all, so no one would feel pressured by the other party. 

*** 

Wednesday, and poker was on the menu. For two glorious hours, we talked and laughed, caught up on everything, and when the clock concluded our second game, I couldn't be anymore dejected. 

Not seeing my sister and not having her by my side seemed to have the opposite outcome. I was missing her terribly, and I was just as in love with her if not more. It didn't help that for the first time since we had started our poker night hang outs, I lost both games, so I couldn't fuck Shannon and had to orally pleasure my sister and to be pleasured myself by her "ingagging" throat. 

A few weeks later, and not only did I not win two games a night, I was in fact losing both games every week. I couldn't grasp how I couldn't win even once, but Brooke was now an exceptional poker player, and I was nowhere near beating her. 

Shannon was getting impatient since she wanted us to fuck on the rare occasions when my cock was able to give her giant, black tits their proper respect, yet I couldn't go through with it until I won two games a night. If Brooke had found out that I was fucking Shannon without her consent... well, it would have ended badly for me. 

So I kept Shannon as happy as I could with the use of my fingers and mouth, but the girl started to deeply pine my cock inside her bald pussy, and her orgasms were weakening with every week she didn't get it; in contrast, I was fairly content being sucked twice a week: once by Shannon and once by my baby sister. 

Shannon was an excellent cocksucker, better than all of my ex girlfriends, although nowhere near my sister's outrageous cock sucking master class. No one could suck a cock better than my sister. She was in a level of her own. 

*** 

It was Saturday, and my mother just woke me up for lunch. I got dressed and was descending the stairs when my eyes were blinded by a heinous spectacle. Just at the bottom of the stairs my sister was standing. She had a guy standing next to her, raping her mouth while grabbing her tight little ass over her pussy-length, whorish skirt. 

I felt like my heart might stop beating from the ache of watching the women I love, my pure, virgin baby sister being handled like a cheap piece of meat in my own house and in front of me, nonetheless. The possible implications of it had also stricken me with fear. 

Brooke might have fallen in love with that guy, and since I was still in love with her, it was ominous for me; then I started fearing that she might ask me soon for him to pop her cherry. Oh god... I just wanted to die right there and then. Although a blizzard was raging in my soul, I didn't want to make a scene because of it and was resolved to ignore them both. 

I reached the bottom stair while gazing at them mouth fucking each other just two feet away from me. I couldn't say anything although I was more than eager to. Fortunately, I had always had a remarkable serenity about me and could contain myself even when despicable acts were taking place just under my nose. 

"WHAT THE FUCK?!!" 

"Honey, what happened?!" mom called as she started running from the kitchen to the stairs. 

The happy couple was startled and separated their tongues with the guy looking scared shitless and definitely more embarrassed than my sister. 

"Josh, are you alright? Why did you yell like that?" my sister calmly asked, not even seeming half surprised by my reaction as she tried pretending to be. 

Mom joined us breathing heavily from her run. "Josh, what happened?! Are you ok?!" 

"Am I ok?" I darted my eyes about. "Your daughter is being mouth fucked by a complete stranger in your own house, and you ask if I'm ok?" 

"Josh! I asked you not to to use this language here. And he's not a complete stranger, he's your sister's boyfriend." 

"Boyfriend?" I gawked at Brooke. 

"Yes, Josh. You seem very troubled by it." 

"Have you no respect for our dear mother?! A woman at her age shouldn't witness such atrocities taking place in her sanctuary!" 

"Josh, I'm perfectly fine with it, so no need to speak on my behalf. And what do you mean at my age?" 

"Mom, do you fucking mind?! We're talking here!" 

"Um... sorry man. We didn't mean—" 

"You shut your mouth! What's your name?!" 

"I'm Tom; jeez man, calm down." 

"Calm down?! Listen Tom, why don't we take a ride to your house, and I'll start mouth-fucking your baby sister in front of all your family while feeling up her fucking ass! How about that, Tom?!" 

"Joshua! I'm very—" 

"Yeah I know, mom! I'm just as appalled as you. Don't worry, I'm handling it. Tom is taking me to his house, so I could mouth-rape his sister." 

"Joshua!" 

"Stop fucking yelling at me!" 

"Tom, why don't you wait for me outside? My brother has yet to take his 'mood stabilizers'. I'll be out in a few minutes, babe." 

"Ok, babe. Uh... sorry, man." 

"Fuck off!" 

The fucker stepped outside and closed the door. 

"Where are my fucking cigarettes, mom?! Jesus fuck! What a retard..." 

"Joshua, I'm shocked by your behavior! You go out right now and apologize to the the poor fella. Just as your sister brought—" 

"Mom, let me; I'll handle it." 

"No, Brooke! I'll handle it! He had no right—" 

"Mom! I said I'll handle it." My sister struck a hurting pose. "I'm used to his disgusting behavior by now. Let me talk to Josh for a moment in private." 

Our mother left us to the kitchen. "You should be ashamed, Josh!" and yelled right before disappearing out of sight. 

My sister looked into my eyes but said nothing. 

"You're such a fucking whore!" 

"So we can establish that you are indeed troubled." 

"Oh, really? How did you figure that out, Einstein? Where are my fucking cigarettes?!" 

"How about trying looking for them in your room?! Filthy mouth!" my mom kindly replied from the kitchen. 

I climbed the stairs and entered my room; my sister followed and shut the door behind her. 

I lit up a cigarette and inhaled a few times. "Next time, I would really appreciate it if you could whore out your ass and mouth in your own fucking room, Brooke." 

"I get the feeling you don't like Tom very much." 

"Don't fuck with me, or you'll be sorry." 

I strode to the window, suckling on my cigarette like a chain-smoking divorcé. 

"You want him gone? Just say the words." 

I spun around to face her, positive I misheard. "Ah?" 

"You heard me, sweetie." 

I took a smoke and gaped at her. "Oh my god, you mean all of that was... for my benefit?" 

Brooke approached me and started nibbling on my neck before whispering in my ear, "Since we don't talk so much lately, I needed to reassure myself. You can't accuse a girl for feeling a little insecure, can you, baby?" 

"I'm... You're... I..." 

"Now baby, don't get mad now. I hate it when you start stuttering." 

"Are you OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?!" 

"I'm really torn between being scared of you and wanting to kiss you from seeing how upset you are... I think I'll kiss you." 

She started kissing me. 

I pushed her back. "What the fuck, Brooke?!" 

"Sweetie, I was just testing the water! You think it's easy for me?! When you go to your whore?! Now you see how I feel!" 

"First of all, she's not a whore. Second, you are mentally deranged! How the fuck did you even know I was going to come d—" I stopped and took a drag. "Of course... Mom." 

"She might have said something," she giggled. 

"Brooke, this is not ok. You can't—" 

"Josh, sweetie, wait a second." Her phone was ringing. "I'll be really quick." 

"Whatever!" I furiously put out my cigarette. 

She picked up her phone, "What, Tom?!... Well, I'm busy with my brother... Why?! Because you grabbed my ass like a fucking pervert and tongued me like a rapist!... Yeah, well now I need to calm my brother down, so sit the fuck tight... I don't know how long! Be fucking patient!" She hung up on him. 

I stared at her, baffled. "That's it. You've completely lost it... That poor guy." 

I was genuinely feeling sorry for him now. 

"Who? Douchebag?! Don't start feeling for him. Remember how he tried fingering my asshole right now? And in front of you of all people?!" 

"THAT MOFHERFUCKER!" I went back to loathing him. "I swear to god, Brooke, if he—" 

She erupted in laughter and only calmed herself down half-minute later. 

"I love you so much!" She wrapped her arms around my neck and started kissing me. 

I kissed her back like crazy for minutes. How I missed her mouth... I sucked on that sweet tongue as hard as I could while kissing every dot of her fat, soft lips. It had been awhile since we kissed due to our rules. Last I tasted her mouth was at the hotel weeks ago. 

I broke our kiss and brushed her hair aside from her beautiful eyes. "Brooke, baby, you can't date someone just to spite me. You need to date someone you like and be serious about it." 

"I know, baby. Don't worry, I have another date tonight. I'm sure he'll be a great guy." 

"And stop pulling shit like that on me." 

"Because you're in love with me, and it hurts you, right?" 

"Just don't do that anymore." 

"I asked a question." 

"Because... whatever! Just don't do that again." 

"I swear to god, Josh, if you don't answer my question, you'll see many more surprises like the one you just saw." 

"Ok! Yes! Happy?!" 

She grinned. "Yes, sweetie... You know, there isn't plenty of time for us to escape our happy ending." 

"You meant our catastrophic, illegal ending, right?" 

"Yeah, that's what I said." She giggled. 

"Come here." 

She came closer to kiss me, but instead, I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my cock. 

"You're mad again, aren't ya?" She smiled playfully. 

I sent her a fake smile back. "No... I'm not mad at all." 

I pulled her by her hair and knelt her down. 

"Josh! You animal!" 

I shoved my cock in her mouth but kept holding her hair. I didn't let her blow me. I fucked her mouth like I was fucking a pussy — in full flight. I drilled my hard prick all the way in and took it almost all the way out before thrusting it in again. 

My sister knew she deserved it and didn't make a peep, and although I could see that she was very uncomfortable with the amount of thrust I applied while ramming my cock down her throat, she took it all the way each and every time while squeezing my nut sack just the way I liked — fucking lightly. 

My dick kept penetrating her wet mouth, and with each thrust it bumped against the bent of her throat before gliding down beyond it. I was rocketing it so brutally I feared I might break her throat into half. Brooke was determined to allow me to rape her throat though. Her objection never went beyond her troubled gaze and the inarticulate sounds that her throat was producing every time my cock squeezed its way down her gullet. 

Just as I was about to cum, her phone rang, killing my orgasm in the process. I shoved my cock down her throat as hard as I could, getting her lips to kiss my groin, and kept it there. 

"Take that call and know that it just cost you another five minutes at least." 

She hummed her acknowledgment, and I released her hair. She took out my cock, and in labored breaths, and without even looking at me, she quickly tugged at my tip with one hand and answered her phone with the other. 

"What the fuck do you want?!... I'm fucking busy, Tom!... What am I doing?! I'm blowing my brother because you made him mad!... Who said I'm kidding?! He's shoving his cock down my throat so hard that it fucking hurts! And it's all because you're on the cusp of being a fucking rapist!... Well, that's my sense of humor... Wait there quietly and patiently and don't call again." She hung up and turned to look at me, more than concerned. 

"Are you done?" 

"Sweetie, I'm sorry! I told—" 

I rammed my cock into her mouth before she could even finish. She seemed to have enough and began pushing and punching my thighs while letting out stifled cries, trying to resist being throat-raped by her brother's bloated member. I just pinned her into place with extra force until she realized that the only way it was going to end was with her gurgling my cum down her throat. 

She released a smothered moan and took her hands off my thighs, surrendering to my enthused thrusting. She looked into my eyes as I kept raping her damp mouth for a couple of minutes in full throttle until I heard the unbelievable — my sister gagged. 

I instantly pulled out as she was coughing out my cock. 

"Oh my god, Brooke, I'm so sorry! Are you ok, beautiful?" 

Her eyes glistened as she achingly smiled at me, softly holding her throat "You could have hurt me..." 

I wanted to die from the thought I hurt her. 

"Brooke, baby, I'm so sorry. I don't... I don't know what happened to me. Please forgive me." 

She stood up and pressed her lush lips to mine, kissing me slowly and tenderly, and I kissed her back as lovingly as I could. I sent my tongue to tangle with hers as my thumb caressed her cheek. She broke our kiss and softly stroked my cheek back. 

"That really hurt, Josh, yet I do it because I love you, but I don't feel you love me back." 

"Sweetheart, what are you talking about? I love you more than life... I am so sorry." 

She burst into laughter. 

"Brooke?" 

"Baby! You're amazing!" 

"What?" I asked, puzzled. 

"Josh, come on, you know I never gag. I just wanted to see if you're a complete asshole or just pretending to be." 

"So I didn't hurt you?" 

"No, sweetie, but I prefer sucking you my way." 

She knelt back down and took my cock into her mouth, and I didn't fuck her throat this time. I let her make love to my penis the way she knew so well. She was sucking, and swirling, and licking, and working my cock with love and care. Three minutes later, she was swallowing my cum down her throat. We lay on my bed and kissed for minutes before returning downstairs. 

"Well, Brooke, I hope you gave it to him good." 

"I did, mom, and he came just as good as I gave him." 

"Ah?" our mother quizzically said. 

"Never mind," Brooke giggled. "Although I just ate, I'm still hungry. Let's sit for lunch." She laughed. 

"Knock it off, Brooke." 

"When did you eat?" 

"I nibbled a hotdog at Josh's." 

"Brooke!" I barked. 

"You keep hotdogs in your room, Josh?" 

"Ignore her, mom; she's insane." 

"Well, what about Tom? Does filthy mouth here allow him to join us?" 

"Oh yeah, I completely forgot about numb nut," my sister said. "I'll be right back, and no, he's not eating with us, mom." 

"What did she call him?" 

"Mom, she's not feeling well. She's kinda coo coo." 

"Oh." She started setting the table. "You two are acting really strange. What were you doing upstairs for so much time?" 

My mother was getting suspicious and was wearing the matching face. 

I panicked. "What the fuck do you think we did?! Of what are you accusing us, mom?! Do you think Brooke sucked my cock and swallowed my cum?!" 

"Josh! You disgusting pervert! Don't talk about your sister like that!" She breathed a few times, staring shockingly at me. "Thank god she didn't hear you." 

"Yeah"—I opened the fridge and got myself a beer—"thank god." 

*** 

A few weeks later, and Shannon gave me a talk regarding why I wasn't fucking her in the rarities when my dick was getting some blood running. I convinced her that I was looking for us to make love on a special occasion, like she deserved. She didn't seem too happy about it, yet it silenced her concerns. 

I knew I couldn't escape it anymore. Either I fucked her or broke up with her. My mouth and fingers had gone as far as they could, yet sadly, for a woman with a healthy sex drive, there is no replacement for a good hard cock shoved deep in a her wet pussy, fucking her night and day. 

On the poker front, I was still losing both games a night every week ever since Brooke had set new ground rules. It baffled me that I couldn't win at all for two months now. How was it possible? I had no idea. I guess Brooke was a natural, or I was a truly shitty player. 

Brooke was dating a different guy for more than a month now. Although I hadn't seen him yet, I sensed this time it wasn't just to spite me or to pass the time. She was out frequently, and my mom had said that she really seemed to like him. 

Since she and I seldom spoke—as part of our agreement—and since we didn't talk about Shannon or her dating when we did see each other, I had no way of telling how serious it was, which got me conflicted. On one hand, I was thrilled she might have moved on just as I had hoped, so she would have a normal life; on the other hand, it was breaking my heart to think she wouldn't be mine... I was just so in love with her. 

*** 

Wednesday 10 PM, I just lost both games once again. My sister leaned back against her pillows after taking off her boxers, so I could start pleasuring her. She kept her top on. She always did. I hadn't seen her sculptured breasts ever since that weekend at the hotel months ago. 

I lay in front of her vulva, licking her saturated labia. 

"Brooke?" 

"Yeah?" she softly panted. 

"How is it that I can't win anymore? It's sort of weird, isn't it?" 

"Josh, not now. God, I missed your mouth... Do your thing, baby." 

I tilted my head and assaulted her labia from the side, my lips clamping on them, tugging and nibbling relentlessly. Brooke tensed up and was getting restless, crushing her sheets with her long fingers, pinching and wrinkling them. A few minutes later, I finally granted her piquant labia a break from the abuse, much to Brooke's disappointment as was supported by her bitter grunt. 

"Josh, you're the best I've ever had," she panted, her trembling legs engulfing my neck. "No contest." 

I smeared her excitement around to moisten her lips some more before dragging my tongue up her slit, reaching her button and vibrating my tongue just above it. As her clit wriggled out of its hood to my enthused oral endeavors, my sister fastened her legs around my neck and let out a satisfying whimper of pleasure. 

"How many have you had?" 

I knew it wasn't very intelligent of me to ask since I really didn't want to know. Any number would be wrong. That's how it is when you love a woman — you want her to be as pure as possible, untainted, untouched, unviolated. 

"Are you sure you wanna know?" She stroked my hair with one hand and parted her now bloated labia for me with the other. "Yes, right there... You know how I like it," she moaned. 

I gazed up at her, surprised by just how low was that low-pitched moan. "No." I returned to her pussy and teased her nub some more. "I don't know." 

"What's the answer—oh god, lick me—you wanna hear?" 

She tensed up again and was trembling in labored breaths. 




Siblingly Binding Ch. 05



Two weeks had gone by, and Brooke and I hadn't spoken, nor had I seen her as she was staying at friends—or so I hoped. The thought she might have spent her nights with her boyfriend was shredding my heart to bits. But she was right. I couldn't give her a good reason not to give her virginity to her boyfriend. I was a hypocrite. I wanted her to save herself for me, yet I wasn't willing to take her, either. I wasn't ready to commit to her, to bind my life to hers. 

My erection problem was still present although my cock had shown some encouraging signs that it might snap out of it soon. I was able to get hard once or twice a week by myself, even if I needed to visualize my baby sister's goddess of a body to achieve that; nevertheless, it was a step in right direction. 

I was hurting bad every day because of Brooke, because of Shannon, because of me... I was resolved to get over my sister as soon as possible and to start fucking whatever I could get my hands on—provided my cock played along. I had no shot on being happy in this life anyway. If I couldn't be with my sister, there was no hope for any form of happiness. Certainly, my hope for happiness had already died if she gave her virginity to her boyfriend. 

*** 

It was Friday night, and my friends—who had begun taking notice of my increasing depression—wanted me to go out with them to a bar we had visited once before, and since I hadn't been outdoors since I was out with them last time, and since they didn't leave me much choice in the matter, I was out on a bender with them. 

Upon sitting at the bar, one of my friends was quick to note that my sister was there, as well. I glanced at her table and saw that her precious boyfriend was there with her along with a large group of friends, Veronica included. My celebrative mood instantly took a nosedive. 

Brooke was stunning. Absolutely drop dead gorgeous. Her cherry red tinted fat lips were noticeable even from that far away, and so were her sizable assets and long golden brown hair. She was a head turner, and my friends were kind enough to continue reminding me of that. 

I tried persuading my posse to migrate to a different bar, but since I couldn't give them a reasonable excuse as to why I wanted to leave, they refused. Brooke noticed I was there from the second I got in, and her hateful stares were as versatile as plentiful. I ignored her completely and engaged in a drinking stamina contest with my friends, who didn't seem to care that I didn't even say hello to her. 

Sometime after my third pint, I received a text, "You look even worse than last time :(" 

It was Veronica. I looked at their table and caught her smiling at me. Brooke gazed away the second I met her eyes. 

I texted, "What are you talking about? I was at the top of my game last time." 

She laughed and texted, "You and your sister... wanna talk about it?" 

I texted, "No. Not really. I doubt she'll let you talk to me regardless." 

Veronica texted, "I don't take orders from no one. I do what I want. Get me a beer." 

Once her beer was placed on the counter, Veronica joined me. "What's shaking, homeboy?" 

"Homeboy?" I smiled. 

"I got you to smile." 

I chuckled. 

"And to laugh. That's worth another beer." 

"Well played. But maybe first start with this one?" I gestured at her beer and glanced at Brooke, who stared back at me quite despicably. "I think my sister is less than pleased to see you here. It's best you get back to your table. I don't want you two—" 

"Josh, I know how to handle Brooke." She sat next to me. "No need to worry." 

I shrugged my concern off. "If you say so." 

One of my friends joined us. "Oh... it's you." 

He clearly remembered Veronica from the movies, when she pretty much ridiculed him. 

"Yeah, it's me. Now go away." She darted him a hateful glare. 

He gave her the evil eye and went to sit further down the bar counter. 

"You two really hit it off." I laughed, and Veronica giggled along. 

"So I'm going to go out on a limb and assume that you're still in love with whomever that girl is and that it didn't go well thus far." 

Brooke and I traded another loathing stare. 

"Veronica, I think you're psychic," I sighed. 

"I'm not psychic, just observant. I'm really good at reading people. It's like my gift." She took a sip from her beer. 

"Trust me, you are a girl of many gifts." 

"Too bad that some people can't see that." 

"Ex boyfriend?" 

"Boyfriends." 

"Then it's their loss, because you can overflow Santa's sack with your gifts." 

"Is that so?" She smiled. "Do tell." 

"I find it hard you need me to tell you about your gifts." I guzzled a third of my beer. 

"And still..." She patiently stared at me. 

"Alright. Let's start with the obvious: you're attractive, you're—" 

"Attractive?" she said, hurt. "Wow, you're really not interested in me." 

"I wanted to go with hot, but I wasn't sure if that's cool." 

"Hot works." She giggled. "Still a long way to fill Santa's sack. Carry on." 

"You're smoking hot, you're hilarious, you're sharp, you care about people, you're sensitive, you're intelligent, you're a good friend, and clearly, you're quite observant, just to name a few, and I barely even know you." 

There was an awkward silence for a moment or two. 

"Jeez... Apparently, I have more gifts than I thought." She bashfully simpered. 

"Yes, you do." I finished my beer. 

"It's weird, you know..." she said a minute later and pensively sipped on her beer. 

"What is?" 

"You, me... this." 

"This?" I gave her a worried look. 

"Don't freak out; I wasn't implying anything. I'm just saying that... I normally don't have such good conversations with guys, but with you it feels—" 

She stopped and looked away. 

"Yeah?" 

She shackled my gaze to hers. "—effortless." 

Another uncomfortable silence took over. 

"Veronica, you're ruining this. I don't have female friends, and I'm enjoying your company, but—" 

"My bad; won't happen again." 

"Good girl." 

I got another beer, and we drank in stillness for a lengthy spell. 

"Did you really mean what you said before?" she asked. "What you said about me?" 

"Every word. I don't lie to my friends." 

"Just to your girlfriends." 

I nodded, staring at my beer. "Sometimes." 

She emptied her beer and asked for her second one. "Then how is it that you think so highly of me—I mean I understand you're in a tough spot, but"—she shot me an unequivocal look—"there's something here, Josh... isn't there?" 

I looked into her blue eyes. "What happened to it won't happen again?" 

"Oops," she said, though not seeming at all sorry. 

I ordered a shot of whiskey and glanced at my sister, who was again viciously glaring back at me. My heart dispersed shocks of hurt throughout my body. 

"I think that... it's time for you to get back to your table." 

"Wow," she sighed, hurt. "You can be one serious dick when you want to." 

"Veronica, I don't know what to say to you. You're well aware of my predicament, and this talk isn't doing any good to my fragile state of mind. Actually, it kinda makes me feel worse." 

"Why?" 

"Because... Trust me when I tell you this: If I had met you six months ago, I would have been all over you. You wouldn't even need to speak. I would be following you around like a puppy. You're incredible, but I'm damaged, and you're now making me feel even more damaged." 

"You're not that damaged, Josh; not to me you're not." 

I sighed. "Veronica, I'm begging you: Run for your life." 

She nodded before getting up and hurrying away. She suddenly halted halfway to her table and walked back to me with a determined look on her face. 

"You wanna know what I think, Josh? I think you're scared. I think you don't wanna get hurt again, and you're pushing away anyone who might hurt you in the future." 

"Please, don't act like you know me. What, we've talked a couple of times, and you're already an expert in me? You couldn't be more off. Just ask my sister." 

"And what would she tell me?" 

I took a healthy gulp from my beer. "That this is beyond your powers." 

"That's what you think. A month from now, you'll be so hung up on me, I'll have to get a restraining order." 

I did a shot of cheap whiskey and shivered from the disgusting burn. "Veronica, you don't know what you're talking about. You're playing with fire here." 

"The foundations are already here: we are attracted to one another, we have ridiculously great conversations, and we really like each other. All I need is just to get that girl out of your head long enough for me to squeeze in." 

"If it was that easy, my ex girlfriend, who shared with me all of what you just said, would have long made it happened, and trust me, she gave it her all. You don't stand a chance, so run along to my sister, calm her down before she she kills me with her evil stares." 

"I'm not your ex girlfriend." 

"No, you're not, and I'm not downplaying your obvious qualities, but sadly, I'm right about this." 

"Then prove me wrong. I want you to prove me wrong." 

I looked at her in bafflement. "Are you fucking kidding me? Veronica, this isn't a game! I will hurt you! I don't want this on my conscious." 

"I thank you for your due diligence. I'm aware of the risks and absolve you from any future guilt or hurt you might cause me. Now when are we going out on our first date?" 

"Jesus Christ," I sighed, frustratingly shaking my head. "You're way over your head here! Why don't you go find yourself some other hobby. I'm not going to participate in this." 

"Because you're scared." 

"What do I have to be scared about?" 

"That I'm right. That you might fall in love with me. That I'll have total power over you. I know you felt it: at the movies, two weeks ago, now... There's something here, Josh. I'm not imagining it." 

"You're getting this all wrong. I'm not—" 

"Ron, can I talk to my brother in private, please?" Brooke showed up out of nowhere. 

"Sure." She grabbed her beer. "Josh, we're not done." 

She went back to her table. 

*** 

"Stay away from her." 

I kept facing the bartenders and avoided eye contact. "Good to see you, too, sis." 

"Spare me the pleasantries. I don't want you to hurt her." 

"I don't wanna hurt her, but she's basically coercing me to take her out. Maybe you can knock some sense into her 'cause I sure hell couldn't." 

"I'll take care of it. You just keep your distance." 

"Done." I raised my beer and resumed drinking. "You're still here," I said half-minute later. 

"This is your idea of being happy? Getting drunk? Are you feeling happy now? God, you're pathetic..." 

"Brooke, get lost." 

"You're such a sad, sad person..." 

I lifted my gaze to meet her eyes. "Why don't you get back to your boyfriend there and leave me alone. Veronica was right: You do look good together." I gave her my back. 

"That's not the only thing we're good together at." 

Her wicked uttering pierced through my heart like a poisonous arrow. My blood pressure was pushed to the limit as my body began flaming internally. I wanted to die, but I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of seeing how badly she was hurting me. 

I kept my back to her. "Yeah, I bet he's having the time of his life with that slutty mouth of yours." 

"You've seen my bag of tricks. What do you think?" 

"I think you're a fucking whore. I bet you swallow every day." 

"Try twice a day... Though I'll admit that his cum his disgusting, nowhere near as tasty as yours, but what can you do? It's not like he gives me much choice, and you know how I aim to please." 

I did another whisky shot to try to quiet my loose nerves. "Oh, we know... we know." 

"He filled me up so many times that I can smell his cum in my breath sometimes. It's really nasty... I'm fucking sweating his jizz at the gym. He probably drained fifty gallons of his revolting cum down my throat so far, but I can't say anything... He's my man." 

I turned to look at her for the first time since she had started perforating my heart. "You're such a dirty fucking slut." 

"You don't even know the half of it." She mashed her thighs together as if she had been holding in her pee. "God, my pussy is sore..." 

She was skinning my heart alive. I started trembling out of ache and rage. The thought she had given him her virginity was, literally, killing me. I wanted to murder her on the spot, yet I did my best to disguise it. 

I looked away. "So, how was your... first time? Was it everything you hoped for?" 

"Better." 

I gulped and breathed a little. "I'm... happy for you. When was the... the special occasion?" 

I was struggling to maintain calm. 

"Actually, it was the night after you gave up on me. It was very special though. He lit up candles and put on some music... and then he rammed his giant cock into me while I was screaming from the unbearable pain." 

I was seriously beginning to lose it. Every word she uttered was like a spear thrust into my chest, skewering my already bleeding heart. I accidentally shed a tear, but I wiped it off tactfully, so she might not have noticed. 

"Josh, are you ok? You don't look like you're feeling well," she said as demonically as possible. 

"You're such a fucking whore." 

"Why? Because I let my boyfriend pop my cherry? It was amazing, Josh, though I was so embarrassed since I bled so much. I kept bleeding for hours, but he didn't mind. He just kept fucking me all night long. I begged him to stop. I told him it hurt too much, but he didn't care. God, he was horny... He didn't stop even when I cried." 

"Get the fuck away from me." 

"Why? Does it hurt?" 

"Don't flatter yourself. Your filthy mouth can't hurt me. You're scaring the girls away." 

"It's been almost two weeks since he cracked me open, and I still cry sometimes from the pain. Is it normal, Josh? I don't think it's normal... He already told me he's going to fuck me hard tonight, and I have to admit — he scares me. I just hope he won't get too rough with me, like last night when he got carried away, and he tried fucking me up the ass without lube even. Thank god he's too big," she sighed in relief. "It bought me some time." 

I looked at her for a moment and genuinely pondered whether I should punch her in the face. 

I couldn't control myself anymore, and if I stayed a second longer, I would either kill her, me, or the both of us. I got up, wore my jacket, and walked out. Veronica was walking my way, but luckily, my whore of a sister stopped her before she could reach me. I took a cab home and drank until I passed out in my bed. 

*** 

The next few days, I had kept myself as occupied as possible with my trading and staying over at friends. I couldn't face Brooke. I was so hurt that I couldn't even bring myself to look at her. I couldn't believe she had given her virginity to her boyfriend, and I was even more shocked by how vicious she was about it, fully knowing she was yanking my heart out of my chest. 

I toyed a couple of times with the idea of getting back together with Shannon since my cock was now producing more boners by the day, but I couldn't go through with it since I knew I couldn't give her, emotionally, what she so deserved. She meant too much to me. 

I then thought about Veronica. I knew I had promised Brooke to stay away from her, but she was able to make me laugh, and that was a hell lot more than what my friends could do for me. I needed someone to help me forget my sister, and I was desperate. 

"I can't believe it," Veronica answered her phone. 

"Believe it." 

"Are you sure you didn't misdial? Because I'm not cool if you hang up." 

I chuckled. 

"So, what can I do for you, Josh? Aside from making you laugh." 

"I don't know. What can you do for me?" 

"Less than you might think." 

"Oh?" 

"Your sister has forbidden me from having any romantic contact with you affective four days ago, when you stormed out without even saying goodbye." 

"I thought you don't take orders from no one." 

"I don't, but I don't wanna lose one of my best friends; especially, when her damaged brother has shown so little interest in me." 

"Then how about a non romantic contact? Did she say anything about that?" 

"Actually... no, she didn't." 

"Is that something you might be interested in?" 

"I might... But if we're going to be friends, it might be best to keep it from her. I don't want her to give me another ultimatum." 

"That's doable." 

"Good. Now when do I get to see you?" 

I giggled. "A little eager there, aren't we, friend?" 

"What can I say? I really like my new friend." 

"Well, tonight there's—" 

"Great. Pick me up at 8?" 

"You don't even know what I was going to say." 

"You had me at tonight." 

We laughed. 

"Wear something pretty," I said. 

"Don't I always?" 

"Text me your address. See you at 8." 

I went back home later that day to get ready and to take my mother's car. I entered the house and saw Brooke sitting in the living room with my dad and her boyfriend. 

"I thought to report you to missing persons by now," my dad said. "Where have you been?" 

"At a friend's." I walked to the stairs. 

"Have you met your sister's boyfriend?" 

Both Brooke and Mark kept quiet. Mark was obviously aware we weren't speaking. 

"Yes, I have, and though I'd love to stay and chat, I have a date to get ready for." I went upstairs. 

As I was scrubbing in the shower, I heard the bathroom door squeaks open, and someone no doubt entered. I quickly worked out that only my sister would do such a thing as my parents would always knock. I ignored her presence, even though I couldn't be sure it was her since I couldn't see through the shower curtain. After a couple of minutes, I decided to say something since my mystery guest remained in complete stillness. 

"What do you want?" 

"To brush my teeth," Brooke said. 

"You're unbelievable... Get out." 

"No." 

"God, you're so juvenile." 

She opened the curtain. 

"Brooke, what the fuck?!" 

She glanced at my cock before moving up to my eyes and staring at me in silence. 

"There's something seriously wrong with you, Brooke." 

"No one is more qualified than you to know—since you're the one who fucked me over and ruined my life." 

"Yeah? Was it also me who told you to spread your legs and let your boyfriend's giant cock to pop your cherry?" 

"You gave up on me." 

"Don't you fucking dare! I didn't give up on you!" 

"Then what were you doing? You sure hell didn't fight for me!" 

"I was... You know what? Why don't you take your sore pussy back downstairs. I have a date, and I'm going to be late." 

"I don't know what you're so excited about. Your squishy dick doesn't even work. Only I can make you hard, you fucking pervert." 

"Wrong, my slutty sister. My dick has now resumed working, and although I can't claim it to be fully operational, I'm slowly getting there. I don't need your skanky mouth anymore. I can get it nice and hard by myself; that said, I do thank you for your whorish services. You've been of great help. My future girlfriends will forever be in your debt." 

I gloated inwardly when I noticed I finally succeeded in piercing through her armor as she was clearly starting to get rattled. 

"You're bluffing." 

"Am I? This is not poker, Brooke. I never bluff when cunts are involved... Speaking of cunts, get the fuck downstairs. Give your boyfriend a good blowjob before you go out. That's all you're good for anyway... You disgust me." 

"I wish you die, Josh. For what you did to me... you should die." 

"Whatever, whore." 

*** 

I took Veronica out that night to a quiet bar, and she was looking extra hot. Her shoulder length blond hair was pulled into a ponytail, her bust was emphasized with a low cut blouse, and her snug skirt gave my cock more than enough to get excited about, which got me excited that my cock was even getting excited in the first place. 




Siblingly Binding Ch. 06



Friday evening and I was sitting in front of my computer trading the Asian market when I started hearing vague moaning coming from Brooke's room. Our parents were away for the weekend visiting family, and I feared that my sister had brought her boyfriend for a sleepover. I tried ignoring the noise, but it was just getting stronger and louder by the second. I rolled myself in my chair to our shared wall, and the moaning were now getting clearer and clearer. 

"No, don't... Don't go in there," my sister moaned. 

My blood pressure instantly sky roofed. The thought that her boyfriend was fucking her in there was killing me. 

"I can't believe you squeezed yourself in there... Just cum. Cum, please... I can't take it anymore," my sister whined. "It's too painful... Cum!" 

I lost it completely. I stormed out and barged into my sister's room ready to slit both hers and her boyfriend's throat. 

"I'm gonna mur—what the fuck?!" 

"I wasn't aware we stopped knocking on doors. This is my room, Josh. You can't come in unless you knock first and acquire my permission." 

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" 

My sister was standing next to her bed in her lonesome fully clothed, even though her boxer shorts and crop top could hardly be considered as clothing. 

"I don't have to explain my actions to you. What I do in my room is none of your concern, but if you must know"—she paused to viciously grin—"a spider crawled into my bed, and I was trying to get it out." 

"A what?!" I asked in puzzlement, still homicidal. 

"A spider." She grinned. "I asked him to come... out." 

"You think that's funny?" I glared at her. "Ah?! Do you think that's funny?!" 

I paced to her bed and tossed her sheets and blanket on the floor. "Where are you little spider?!" I stamped on her pillows. "Come out, come out wherever you are!" I impressed my shoes onto her white sheets in a frenzy. 

"Stop! You're dirtying my sheets, you psycho!" 

"Psycho?" I got closer to her, standing an inch away. "I'm warning you, Brooke, if you dare pulling another stunt like that, I'll —" 

"You'll what?! Ah?!" She got even closer, placing her face a tenth of an inch from mine. "What are you going to do?!" 

I stared at her pouty lips consumed with wrath, and before I knew it, my mind blacked out, and I stormed them. I was kissing her like mad, as if my life depended on it. Her lean arms engulfed my neck as she kissed back. 

"God, I missed you," I panted right before tonguing her again. 

"I missed you so much," she panted back and returned to my mouth. 

Our mouths were making love like they had had so many times in the past. Unlike Veronica, who had needed the time to get acquainted with me, my sister knew my mouth like the back of her disgagging throat, and she stopped at nothing to feast on me, swirling her way straight back to her old hang outs. 

My tongue was zealously working the bent of her gagging-is-not-an-option throat before gently slapping my sister's sweetest of tongues in playfulness. Brooke wasn't in the mood for playfulness though and unleashed her rage at my wet, helpless flesh that had even me worried by the level of its intensity. 

"Brooke, what are—" 

She didn't permit me to exit that oasis she called her mouth and crassly shut me up with her slippery piece of meat, lapping circles around me that dizzied me into submission. She tightened her grip on my neck and was seconds from dangling herself on me in the air. 

She smote my tongue a few times, daring me to attack her back, but my consciousness was now back kicking in, reminding me that although I could be mistaken to think I was having the best kiss of my life, I was actually being deceived and tricked by this heinous mind fucker and that I hated both her and her whorish, vicious, abusing of a tongue. 

Especially that fucking sinister, heavenly, diabolical, incredible, poisonous, spectacular, heartbreaking wet piece of raw evil that she so expertly harnessed to inflict misery and agony on me when she had maimed my heart with it at that bar that night. 

I abruptly pulled out and took a few steps back. 

"What's wrong?" she panted in perplexity. 

"What's wrong? Aside from the fact that I'm french kissing my sister?" 

She strode to me and caressed my cheek. "Yes, aside from that." 

"Well, how about... you fucked your boyfriend!" 

"Josh, sweetie, you need to calm d—" 

"Fuck you! How could you do that to me?! You fucking whore! I will NEVER forgive you for this. I fucking hate you!" 

"Josh! Calm the fuck down and let me talk!" 

"No fucking way! I'm not talking to you anymore. Not now; not ever! You're fucking dead to me!" 

I seemed to had hit a nerve since her face shifted from appeased to mad. 

"I'm dead to you?! Fuck you! You had your chance, and you let it go. Mark was more than happy to take it for you. Now deal with it!" 

"You'd better start watching your mouth and start showing me respect, you cunt." 

"Respect for what?!" She started laughing in the most derisive of fleers. "You're not even a real man! With your squishy, flaccid cock... You're so fucking pathetic. You should see Marks'. He gets it hard and big, and he can fuck like a bulldozer! He fucks my pussy day and night with that Godzilla of a cock." 

"Is that right?" 

I was so furious my ears were smoldering with rage. 

"Believe it." 

"Well, since you put it like that..." I picked her up. 

"Let me go!" She was punching and kicking me. 

I threw her on the bed and started unbuckling my belt. 

She looked at me in horror. "Josh, what are you doing? Don't you dare to do what I think you're about to do." 

"Oh, don't worry, I have no intention of going into your skanky, polluted cunt." 

"Then what are you—" 

I got on top of her and grappled with her until I managed to turn her over to lie flat on her abdomen. I started violently tugging down her boxers. 

"Josh! You fucking pervert! You've lost your mind!" 

"Have I? You should've thought about that before you started that moaning party before. Now you're going to pay for it. No one is fucking with me." 

Her ass was now laid bare before my eyes, and I had to take a moment to fully absorb it. It was the greatest ass in the history of asses: it was tight, juicy, and hung so high... It was built for porno. If my sister would ever to turn to the adult industry, she would be Bill Gates rich just by whoring her perfection of ass. She would be penetrated up her butt so much that her puckered crack would be the size of a pussy. 

I was always aware she had an exquisite ass, but seeing it like that and knowing what I was about to do to it had my cock swelling to an unthinkable level. I don't think I had ever been that hard before, and my sister was about to feel just how hard I was in the flesh. Literally. 

"Josh, stop it! Get off of me!" 

"Shut the fuck up! Squishy cock you say? We'll just see..." 

I tugged down my jeans and briefs with one hand to get my scepter of doom flicking before her ass. I grabbed her left cheek and pulled it hard to the left, spreading her ass cheeks apart. I ogled her crinkled anus for a full ten seconds, watching it cramping in fear, before laying my cock between her ass cheeks. 

"This is fucking rape! You sick bastard!" 

"Yes it is... but not the one you think. You're going to give me an assjob." 

"I'm going to give you what?! I'm not giving you shit! Get the fuck off of me!" She threw her hands back and tried removing me from her. 

I leaned forward and let my weight force her lithe frame into place. I locked my knees to have her ass clamped tight between them. 

"It'll be much easier and quicker for you if you stop resisting," I whispered in ear. 

"Fuck you! Let me go!!" 

"You're not going anywhere; not until my 'soft' prick has rubbed your anus so fucking much that you'll be sore for a whole fucking year." 

"I fucking hate you! You violent rapist!" 

My cock was excitedly throbbing on top of my sister's anus when I started grinding against it. I drew back until my tip retracted to the bottom edge of her ass crease before pushing my hips forward to sail between her toned cheeks, scraping the full length of my punishing wand against her wrinkled asshole. 

"Fuck," I let out a pant of bliss. "I got to tell you, sis, your ass was born to do this." 

"Josh, please stop. Mark is downstairs, and he's going to come up here any second now." 

"Your fucking boyfriend is here?!" I growled, drawing myself back before thrusting my cock against her now rosy butt crack. 

"Yes! And he will kick your fucking ass! I swear I'll scream if you don't let me go." 

I scoped her eyes for a moment. Something in them told me she was bluffing. 

"Go ahead, scream. I'm not stopping until I'm done dripping every single drop of my cum on your anus." 

I stapled her ass cheeks together and ground back and forth to get my cock drilling in the narrowest of spaces. I was so aroused; too aroused. It was starting to hurt since the rough surface of her fearful anus wasn't lubed, and the friction was getting her asshole and inner cheeks as red as my cock. 

"Josh, you mother fucker! At least lube us! It fucking hurts..." 

"Shut your mouth and don't tell me what to do. I'm running this show, not your filthy mouth." 

I buried my cock deeper in between her fleshy ass cheeks and clamped them tighter together to get them to engulf me completely. My engorged prick almost vanished out of sight as I pressed it onto her throbbing anus and shoved it deeper into her. I kept rocking my hips back and forth, and although the sandpaper surface of her anus was hurting my cock, I wouldn't succumb to her moans of pain. I was calling the shots, not her skanky mouth. 

"Fuck! Josh... it really hurts," she moaned. "Doesn't it hurt you?" 

My prick was no doubt beginning to develop micro sores from the rough grind. I hated to admit it, but there was too much friction. I did need to lube us. 

I spread her ass cheeks apart and accumulated a healthy batch of saliva in my mouth before spitting on her stimulated anus from point blank. My whore of a sister released a whimper that had nothing to do with pain when I repeated it. I pressed back my cock onto her moist asshole and returned rocking along her beautiful ass crease and puckered butthole. 

"Push your cock a little deeper," she faintly muttered a minute later. 

It was so feeble it was almost indistinguishable. 

I scowled at her in shock. "Did you fucking say something?" 

"No." 

I was astounded by that guest request. "Yes, you did. Did you ask me to push my cock deeper?" 

"I didn't say anything, but you should probably do that. And maybe spit on my crack a few more times, so you'll slide better. And maybe press your cock head on my anus when you're gliding back, so you'll get a better feel of me." 

I kept gawking at her, astonished with that list of instructions she had just given me. "Brooke, you're not suppose to give recommendations; you're suppose to hate it." 

"I do; I fucking hate it. But since you're not letting me go, you will probably want to do it right." 

"Um... ok," I said, flummoxed. 

I amassed a few more dollops of spit to spray her brown hole. I planted my cock back along her ass crease and resumed rocking while pushing her rounded cheeks together to envelop me. 

"Isn't that better?" she asked a moment later. "You're skidding so much better now; I can feel it." 

"Yeah, it is better... Fuck, you feel so good." 

"And I can feel you're pushing your cock head deeper. It feels good, right?" 

"Yeah," I panted in ecstasy. "It feels aws—Brooke! Fucking stop it! We're not having this conversation!" 

"Why the fuck not?!" 

"'Cause... 'Cause I'm raping you to give me an assjob!" 

"Well, fuck you! If you can't take a little constructive criticism, then get the fuck off of me!" 

"That's more like it! Keep telling me to stop!" 

I propelled myself faster between her supple melons. 

"Stop! Get off!" 

"Louder!" 

I thrust deeper, getting her to whimper a couple of times. 

"Get off, you rapist!" 

"That's it; keep going." 

I was tearing through her ass cheeks now. 

"Fucking stop! Stop!" 

Her pleads had me racing to the finish line. I was in a daze, watching those sculptured cheeks part to accommodate my hard cock as it was raping her ass for this heaven of an assjob. Her cheeks were so tight they barely rippled, even though I was now darting myself between them. 

"Stop! Stop." 

"That's it, beg." 

I relished her pleads. 

"Stop. S... Stop... St.." 

Her pleads were losing strength by the second, yet I gave no thought to it and kept rocketing my prick on top of her flaming crinkle that was coated with my spit. 

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I said, befuddled, a second after she reached for her ass and parted her cheeks wide open, getting her puckered anus to slightly protrude out of its hiding place. 

"I'm just giving you more room. Try it. You'll skid so much better." 

I had to manually lift my jaw back. "I'm literally speechless, Brooke." 

"Just go a couple of times. You'll be able to press down your shaft harder against my anus. You'll love it, I promise." 

To say I was perplexed would be an understatement; nevertheless, I did as she said. She was right — It was much better. I was able to force down my cock harder onto her anus, and with less friction, my vicious prick easily slithered with no interruptions. 

"How's my ass, sweetie?" she asked a minute later. 

"Outstanding. You should model or something... It's... Fuck," I groaned. 

"Thanks, baby. I'm so glad you like it. Now doesn't it feel better? When I'm spreading myself for you?" 

"Yeah, that's fucking... Oh shit, I'm getting close... God, Brooke, your ass is a work of art." 

She giggled sheepishly, "You're so sweet sometimes... Josh, spit on my crack a few more times. I'm getting dry and it hurts. You don't wanna hurt me, do you?" 

"No, honey; never." 

I spat on my sister's butt crack to get her lubed good and resumed drifting between her parted cheeks. 

"Oh," she sighed in relief. "That's so much better." 

"For you and me both." 

She arched her back to get her bum to bulge as much as possible, giving me nothing to touch but her shapely ass that was sticking out like I had seen in so many porn videos. 

"Christ... your ass is so tight and full," I said in admiration. 

"Thank you, baby. It means a lot to me that you're appreciating it so much." 

"How can I not? It should be listed as one of the world's seven wonders." 

"Josh, stop it," she coyly giggled. 

"No, I'm serious. It's sublime, Brooke." 

She searched for and hunted down my gaze when she looked back over her left shoulder. "Like me, sweetie?" 

I nodded. "Yes, baby. Just like you." 

I kept merrily sailing through her ass cheeks, feeling the raw surface of her aroused anus scraping along my pulsating vein. 

"Um... Josh?" 

"Yeah?" 

"Can you spread my right cheek? Just my right." 

"Yeah, sure." 

I kept her right cheek spread while Brooke made her right hand disappear. 

"What are you doing?!" I barked. 

"Oh nothing, baby; keep going. How does my anus look from there?" 

I focused back on her bum. "Marvelous... Christ, I'm gagging to fuck you up the ass." 

"Oh you do, do you?" 

"Oh my god yes," I panted. "This is porn, your ass. It's so fucking firm..." 

"Thank you, sweetheart," she giggled. "Now go a little deeper. You started to pull away." 

"Oh sorry; I spaced out for a moment." 

"That's ok. Just keep it deep and work it slow, so I can feel you better on my asshole." 

"How's that? Am I doing it ok, Brooke?" 

She buried her face in her pillow and whimpered, "Oh yeah, that's perfect... Keep drilling me like that." 

Her ass cheeks were spread so far apart I was afraid they wouldn't be able to close back again. 

"Brooke, doesn't it hurt you? When you're spread like that?" 

"It hurts... but in a good way," she whimpered. "Do you understand what I'm saying, baby?" 

"I think so." 

I kept rocking slow and tight like she asked me to. 

"Push down, Josh. Don't be coy." 

"I'm pretty down already." 

"More down." 

I continued grinding against her asshole harder for another minute while my sister was, for some reason, panting with me throughout. 

"Now take off your cock for a second. I'll lube my crack for us." 

"Ok," I sighed. 

She looked at me over her shoulder. "What's wrong, Josh?" 

"Nothing." 

"I can tell something's wrong. Spill it." 

"It's just... I don't feel like I'm raping you anymore for this assjob." 

"What are you talking about? You're most definitely raping me for this, baby." 

"I just don't feel like I'm in control anymore, with you bossing me around." 

"Sweetie, you're in full control. You're calling the shots. You're the one who's on top, and I can't move anywhere, can I?" 

"I guess... Yeah, you're right. I'm in control." 

"Of course you are. Now let me lube us, so you'll skid better, and after that, I want you to go really deep. Don't be afraid to push down harder." 

"But I like how I—" 

"Josh." She glowered. 

"Ok," I sighed, "I'll push harder. 

I removed my cock and saw Brooke reaching her right hand—that was dripping wet—for her tight butthole. She played with herself for a couple of seconds and moved to rub along her ass crease, getting herself thoroughly lubed. Just watching her oiling herself with whatever substance she was rubbing herself with almost got me to explode on her back. 

"Go, Josh," she softly panted, vanishing her right hand again. "Wait! Smack my anus with your cock a few times before you start. Can you do that for me, sweetie?" 

"Um, yeah baby, anything for you." 

"Thank you. Though I will need for you to part my cheeks on your own, just for now. Can you manage?" 

"That means I will need to spread you with only one hand since I will need my other one to—" I gulped. 

"Smack me? Yeah, you can manage spreading me with one hand, can't you? I have faith in you, sweetheart." 

"Thank you, baby. I really appreciate the vote of confidence." 

"Any time. I believe in you more than I believe in me." 

I smiled at her, moved. "God, you're so amazing..." 

She coyly giggled, gazing at me over her shoulder. "No, you're amazing." 

I chuckled at her. "Ok, let's get this show on the road, shall we?" 

"Batter up!" She grinned and held her sheets with her left hand while staring back at her ass in excitement. 

"Um... let's see." 

I held both of her cheeks with my left hand, extending my fingers as much as they were physically capable of. I parted her ass cheeks just enough to see her worried anus winking at me in distress. I needed to revise parting tactics since her ass was too tight and firm for the method I had previously applied, and so I spread my sister with the use of a flipped V formation, made with my thumb and middle finger with each pressing on different cheek and pushing it diagonally outwards and upwards. 

"I told you you can do it." Brooke proudly smiled. 

"You're so supportive and optimistic that I just had to, I guess. I didn't want to let you down." 

"That's not possible, sweetheart." She caressed the back of my thigh in such a loving way. 

I gazed into her eyes in complete admiration. "You're so fucking special, honey..." 

She bashfully giggled and got herself mentally ready for her anal punishment. 

I gave my cock a few rubs to get the feel of it and shook my hand in the air to loosen it up a bit. I leaned closer, transferring more of my weight onto my sister. 

"Is it ok? That I'm leaning on you like that?" 

"More than ok even. Whatever you need to get job done," she kindly said, grinning wholeheartedly. 




Siblingly Binding Ch. 06



I smiled back and refocused on her throbbing anus. I gripped the base of my cock, so I could get more power and distance, and carefully aimed my tip at my sister's asshole. I put more pressure on her cheeks to keep them parted and out of the way before launching my cock from short range and smacking her brown hole with my tip. It was an awesome hit, and I relished the sensation of disciplining her naughty asshole with my manhood. 

A wave of adrenaline rushed through my veins as I chuckled it out and looked at my sister. "That felt great." 

Although my sister smiled back, she didn't seem as content as I was. "Yeah, that was very nice; good hit. Though, Josh... do you think you could maybe smack me a little harder?" 

I shot her a quizzical look. "Uh, yeah, sure." 

I repeated the ritual from a second ago and got her cheeks to part just enough for me to attack her battered butthole. I aimed my cock and infused more force into my blow. This time, her anus cringed from the contact and her butt cheeks twitched along with it. 

"How was that, Brooke?" I asked excitedly. 

"So much better, Josh," she giggled anxiously, her eyes sparkling. "Way better..." 

"Yeah? Maybe 'cause this time I—" 

"Though It wouldn't hurt to... swing that bat a bit harder, would it?" 

"Harder?" I worriedly asked, genuinely concerned for her beaten anus. 

"Yeah, I don't know. I don't wanna tell what to do. What do you think you should do? It's your show after all." 

I was puzzled. I didn't even want to smack her anus to begin with, but after hitting it a couple of times, I very much enjoyed the discipline aspect of it; however, I didn't want get too rough with her. I loved her too much, although... she did seem to seek a bit more bite to my swing... I was too confused. 

"What do you think I should do?" I timidly asked. 

"Well, it's not really my place to say—as you're raping me for this—though... it wouldn't hurt to try, would it? Maybe you'll like it better?" 

"Yeah... I suppose you're right. Let's try harder. Is that ok with you?" 

"I don't know," she sighed, "but I don't have much choice, do I? It's your show, and you have the final say on what's going to happen to me." 

"Yeah, it is my fucking show, and I decided I'm going with harder." 

"Shit... Alright then." 

I got ready like twice before with Brooke's sensational ass cheeks parted and her horrified anus in plain sight. As I leaned closer to it, it was already twitching in dread. I don't know why, but I sucked on my finger and stroked it a few times, trying to relax it. 

My sister let out a shaky moan as I did that. "Oh god, it's... Do it again—I mean if you want to." 

I liked how Brooke moaned, so I went again and stroked her asshole after sucking on my finger, just shallow petting, to feel the surface of it with no penetration. 

My sister moaned again and buried her face in her pillow while wrinkling the heck out of her sheets although she didn't comment this time. 

"Ready, Brooke?" 

She nodded while anxiously looking back over her shoulder to see what I was doing. 

I swung my cock back and let it rip as I unleashed it on my baby sister's crack. 

"OW! Oh shit, that hurt! My anus..." 

My sister was in pain and released the appropriate whimpers and tears to back it up. Her anus convulsed too many times for me to keep track, and her ass cheeks joined the twitching party, as well. 

"Oh my god, Brooke! I'm so sorry!" 

I started to get up, so I could hold her and beg for forgiveness. 

"Josh, no!" She hugged my knee in place and prohibited me to move. "Don't get up! I'm fine—I mean I deserved it, didn't I? And it's your show. You're raping me for this since I don't want it at all." 

"But I don't—" 

"I'm ok, sweetie." She tearfully smiled. "Wipe off that worried face." 

"Um... Brooke, I'm not confident I fully understand what the fuck is going on in here. My gut is telling me that I should get back to my room now." 

"Why?! Because your soft prick can't even rape a girl for an assjob?!" 

"What the fuck did you just say? No problem. You're going to pay for that filthy mouth of yours. I'm not getting up until I'm cumming straight on your fucking anus!" 

"Why," she whined. "Why are you doing this to me? Just let me go, Josh..." 

"No fucking way. You never learn!" 

"Whatever! Just don't smack my anus anymore. You hurt me." 

"Did I? I'm so sorry, baby! I don't know what—" 

"Josh! It's ok! It didn't hurt that much. You could take it down a notch though. Then it'll be perfect—for you, I mean." 

"You think? Because I really liked the first two." 

"No, the first two are not going to cut it for you. You need more, though less than the last one. That's my opinion anyway if I had any say on the matter, but since you're raping me for this, I don't." 

I scratched my forehead, pondering. "No, you don't, but... maybe you are right about the first two being too weak. I think I felt that, too, now that you've brought it up... Ok. I decided we'll go with something between the last two." 

"Sounds like you put a lot of thinking into it, and if I were you, I'd have probably made the same call." 

I smiled at her. "Thank you, sweetheart—you know, for making me feel better about all of this." 

"Josh, you do what you need to do. And by the way, whatever it is you're doing, you're doing very well. You're making this assjob rape so much a better experience for me than what I thought it would be." 

I shook my head, amazed. "How did god make you so god damn perfect? I will never figure that out..." 

"Sweetie..." she cooed. 

I chortled. "Ok, let's return to the matter in hand. I'll go easier now, but not too easy. Ok, baby?" 

"Yeah, sweetie; you do your thing." 

I spread her ass cheeks as far as my hand permitted. I leaned on her ass to get my cock in battering range, and I just went over the motion a few times, practicing it, so I wouldn't hurt my sister like last time. It broke my heart, her whimpers. 

Brooke was already tightly clutching her sheets and nervously looking at her spread ass, giving her lips a lick or two. 

I nodded at her, and she bobbed her head back. I swayed back my bat, and with a precision release, I guided it to my sister's rosy butt crack that was squinting in terror as my cock was closing on it. The sound of the thud that resounded in the room as my glans smote her anus reassured me that this time Brooke would—I mean I would enjoy it. 

My sister's anus was pulsating in ache, and her ass cheeks sympathized with their own take of jerking. Her whole body tensed up and was writhing from my act of ruthlessness. 

I searched for my sister's eyes to see if she—I mean, if I liked it, and her eyes told me that I liked it very much. Her face was pressed down to her pillow, and I could hear her cussing in bliss. Whenever her disgusting mouth was misbehaving like that, I knew she was satisfied. 

Her long nails were scratching across her bed sheets, and her legs were kicking the mattress with what little freedom I had graciously awarded them earlier. A few dirty moans of pain were out in the air shortly after, yet they weren't purely of pain as I knew my sister very well to tell that she enj—I mean, I enjoyed it. 

"Brooke?" I tried studying her face. "I really think I liked that best, didn't I? I'm almost positive. I think. Um... not that I give a shit about you, but... what did you think about that one?" 

She wiped off the few tears that trickled down her cheeks and breathed a couple of times to come down from the punishment I had given her. 

"Josh, baby... you nailed it! I mean, you nailed me," she moaned. "It really hurt—but not too much! So don't start... It was... I think you really liked it, didn't you, sweetheart?" 

I was thrilled. "Oh my god, yes! I loved it! From the second I released my cock, I knew it was going to be a special one... God, I'm so glad I liked it," I sighed in relief. 

She stared into my eyes with vast love leaking from hers. "You're so fucking amazing, baby... God, you got me good." 

Only now she finally released that death grip she had over her sheets. 

"Yeah, I knew it. I didn't doubt it for a second." 

I was so happy I liked it. 

Her loving grin was so wide and felt so sincere that I almost kissed her. 

"I'm glad to see you enjoyed it so much, Josh. All you need now, is to smack me a few more times like that, so you'll be really on cloud nine, and then it's your cock back to my ass and back to that assjob. What do you say?" 

I was suddenly annoyed by how my sister allowed herself to dictate the rest of this rape. 

"Brooke, don't start making suggestions. It's my fucking show, and I will decide when we're going back to your ass." 

"Yeah baby, sure. I didn't mean anything by it. It's your call; whatever you say. I'm just a pawn in your master plan of raping me for an assjob." 

"Yes you are, and you fucking remember that the next time a 'bright' idea comes to your mind." 

"Sorry, Josh... So what's our ne—your next move?" 

I didn't think this through at all, and I was more than befuddled by now as this assjob rape had wandered to a very different direction than what I had envisioned before I started. Since I didn't have any clue how to proceed, I decided I would steal Brooke's idea and claim it to be my own. She wouldn't dare to challenge me anyway from the fear of what I might do to her. 

"I have decided... that I really enjoyed smacking your asshole, and, therefore, I will repeat it a few times to get pumped up before proceeding with my original assjob as was demonstrated earlier." 

"Isn't that what I—" 

"You were saying?" I shot her a look. 

"Oh nothing, baby. Good idea. No! Great idea." 

"I don't fucking need your reassurance... but thanks all the same, baby." 

She grinned. "Sure, sweetheart." 

I smote her anus twice more, getting it to throb and twitch and getting my sister to groan from pain and pleasure as I did that. We paused after each blow since Brooke needed to wipe off her tears and to let her asshole relax before the next one.  

It wasn't long before her anus took a turn for the worse as it was flushed and continuously jerked, even off contact. On the third blow, I got it to bleed a little, and my sister could barely recover as she kept crying and squirming. I wanted to cease punishing it because of its state of health, but my sister reassured me it should perform just fine when I would grind myself against her later on. 

Two lashes after it started bleeding, my sist—I mean, I had enough, and I decided it was time to resume raping her for an assjob. My sister played with her tortured anus for less than a minute to get it lubed with the use of her right hand, and I went back to flow in euphoria after planking my cock onto her slimy asshole that was glittering with blood and her... whatever her right hand coated it with. 

Her brown hole was so slippery now that it was effortless. I was drifting through her ass cheeks like a canoe down a river. Smooth sailing and clear skies all the way, which got my cock panting in no time. She was spread so wide for me, and her asshole was bulging so high up that my cock didn't even need to press down hard to make contact. 

Every time my tip rubbed her bullied anus, I was taking a step closer to heaven. I couldn't wait to drown that willing pucker in my semen. Brooke was whimpering harder with each grind, and I was seconds from spraying her crinkled asshole with my cum. 

"Brooke, baby, I'm super close," I gasped. "Shit... I'm going to cum so hard on your anus." 

"Go ahead, baby... whenever you're ready." 

She let out a power-whimper that had my cock almost spattering her right then. 

"Have I ever told you your whimpers are driving me crazy?" 

"You might have"—she whimpered loudly—"mentioned it once or twice... God, you feel amazing," she whimpered. 

"I'm in love with your whimpers, I swear to god I am," I panted. 

"Then here's another one for you." She whimpered her heart out. 

That whimper drove me mad. I lay completely on her while embracing her to the point of almost crushing her. I started ravaging her neck as I continued plowing through her shapely ass cheeks. 

"Josh, I missed your lips so much," she panted. 

"I missed your neck like crazy, baby," I gasped. "Is that ginger I'm smelling off your neck? And some sort of berry... Maybe raspberry?" 

"What's it to you?" she gasped. "Why the sudden interest in how I smell?" 

"Oh, no reason... Shit, I'm literally seconds away," I gasped. "Christ, you're more dreamy than the best dream I've ever had." 

"God, I don't want this to ever end," she whimpered. "Bring your tongue here." 

I penetrated her mouth while fucking her ass cheeks in quick succession. Our tongues swirled and wrestled each other as violently as they ever did. 

"I don't want it to end, either," I gasped, ruining her bloody asshole some more, "though I think I'm crushing you with my weight, baby." 

"Don't you fucking dare to move," she panted, gripping my arms that were enveloping her. "I love feeling you like that." 

I unleashed my mouth on her neck in reply, showing her how crazy I was about her. 

"I missed you, Josh. All of you." She released a two whimper combo. 

"I missed you too, sweetheart. God, I'm so in love with—" 

Suddenly, I could hear footsteps coming up the stairs, vanquishing my imminent orgasm in an instant. 

"Brooke, there's someone in the house!" 

"Shit! Stop for a second, baby." 

We both listened carefully to the nearing strides until we could hear someone out the door. 

"Mark, don't come in!" 

"Are you ok there? You said you'd only be a couple of minutes." 

"Mark?! I whispered to her, stunned. 

"A few more minutes. I'm with my brother here." 

"Oh, good; you're back talking. Hi, Josh." 

"What the fuck?!" I yelled, remembering that he popped Brooke's cherry and was fucking her day and night. 

My sister, while still parting her left cheek, reached her soaking right hand to the back of my thigh and caressed it in soothing strokes. 

"Mark, go downstairs! Now!" 

"Can I just come in for a second to—" 

"I'M WITH MY BROTHER! WHAT DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?! GET DOWNSTAIRS! Jesus!" 

"Ok, calm down. I wasn't—" 

"God damn it! Don't ever fucking interrupt me when I'm with my brother! Now go!" 

It was surreal. Her boyfriend was outside her door while my baby sister was still parting her ass cheeks for me, and my cock was still crammed there on top of her flushed asshole and in between her divinely ass cheeks. 

"Is that like a rule or something?" Mark asked, clearly offended. "What are you doing there that I can't come in for just—" 

"Yes! It's a fucking rule! And I'm giving him an assjob! That's why you can't come in." 

I goggled at her in terror before I whispered, "What the fuck?" 

"What the fuck is an assjob?" Mark asked. 

"Jesus fuck! Don't you know shit about anything?! Don't you watch porn?! It's when I'm spreading my ass cheeks for him, so he can shove his cock—" 

"Brooke!" I shouted, horrified. 

"That's funny," Mark giggled. "A little sick but funny." 

"Mark! Downstairs! Now!" 

"Fine. Just... don't take too long." 

"Ok! Bye!" 

We could hear his footsteps distancing as he was descending the stairs. 

"You're a fucking lunatic!" I said, trembling out of shock and fear. "What the fuck was that?!" 

"Whatever! Now are we going to do this or not?!" 

"God, you're such a psycho!" 

I was still reeling from her insane outburst. 

"You know what?! Don't judge me! Now get the fuck off. I don't want your cock between my ass cheeks anymore." 

"Aha! So you're admitting I didn't rape you for this at all!" 

"God, you're so gullible... Yes, I wanted before, but now I don't, so get the fuck off." 

"Fuck you! You're not calling the shots here." 

I began power-rocking between her ass cheeks. 

"Get off!" 

I spat on her anus a few times. "Oh don't you worry, I'm fully intending to." 

"Fucker," she giggled, before she was back putting up a fight. "Let me go! I'm gonna call Mark! He's going to fuck you with that huge cock of his when he sees what you're doing to me!" 

"You're such a fucking whore! I hate you!" 

"I hate you back! You fucking impotent!" 

When she swung her hands at me for the third time, I gripped them and pinned them both to her ass cheeks without letting her stir. She was lying on her tummy with her back arched and ass bulged, with both arms stretched back all the way to her ass, and with her bust raised to enable her arms to stretch that back. 

"Josh, it hurts!" 

"That's what you get when you misbehave and act like a fucking two dime whore!" 

My prick was infiltrating her ass cheeks in full throttle, and her anus was still lubed good from the treatment she gave it earlier. There was no doubt that it was her thick cunt juices that were smeared all over her asshole. I could smell her amazing pussy out of a lineup. 

As I kept going, Brooke was back being more submissive and allowed me to plough through her ass cheeks with little to no residence. My cock head turned orchid purple from the continuos grinding, and I was dying to shoot my load by now. I kept gliding in between her sweaty ass cheeks that, like their owner, offered very little resistance, and with each sway, I could feel my balls swell and expand with the gallons of cum that were waiting to be spurted between my baby sister's porno of ass cheeks. 

"Josh, let my arms go. I'll be good." 

"No way," I panted. I don't want you fuckin' up my awesome orgasm... It'll be over in a minute anyway." 

"Shit," she sighed. "Just fucking cum already." 

A minute later — it was finally over. As my cum was thrust from my balls, I moved to hold both of her hands in my left hand and guided my cock to her scarred, flushed crinkle with my right. I rubbed her anus as I was cumming and spouting to get it creamed with my jizz. 

"Oh fuck! Shit... Fuck yes..." 

I trailed my glans along the outlines of her bloody anus, leaking my cum as I circled it. I pressed my tip down to my sister's butt crack to fire some of my cum straight at her hole. It was so stimulated from the relentless grinding and previous smacks that it was still squirming. One of its twitches had my semen being sucked straight into my sister's bowels. It was so arousing that my cock addressed my brain and requested—and was granted—another blood donation, so it could swell again. 

I paused to breathe a little, still drooling cum on her battered crack. "Holy shit... You should see how your anus looks like now." 

"Yeah? Did you get me good?" 

"I got you great, not good. Can't you feel it?" 

"You came hard; I can feel that. Now let my arms go." 

I released her arms and got off of her. I stood up and pulled up my briefs and jeans, and I buckled my belt. My sister reached for her bedside table drawer and took out a couple of tissues. She pressed them against her asshole and turned to face me while covering her glorious, ex-virgin pussy. 

"Josh, we need to talk." 

"We have nothing to talk about," I replied harshly. 

"Yes, we do," she said determinedly yet softly. "Can you wait for me to take a shower? Please?" 

"You and I have nothing, nor will we ever have anything to talk about. You're fucking dead to me!" 

"Again with that?! You mother fucker! Why don't you just listen?!" 

"Listen to this"—I opened her door—"the sound of me leaving." 

"I fucking hate you!" 

I stormed out of her room and out of the house, flying past her boyfriend with total disregard to his existence. I went to a friend's and was watching a movie when Brooke texted me, "We need to talk. Where are you?" 




Siblingly Binding Ch. 06



I ignored her text and resumed watching the movie. 

Ten minutes later, my sister texted, "Josh, where the fuck are you?! I need to talk to you! It's important!" 

I ignored her again. 

Two hours later, I received another text, "Hi." 

It was Veronica. We hadn't spoken since we fucked. 

"Hi," I texted back. 

Veronica texted, "So... what are you up to?" 

I texted, "Why?" 

Veronica texted, "No reason. Just thought about you." 

I texted, "I thought we're not talking anymore." 

Veronica texted, "So did I..." 

I didn't text back. 

Veronica texted a few minutes later, "?" 

I texted, "What does that mean?" 

Veronica texted, "Have you thought about me?" 

I texted, "Maybe." 

Veronica texted, "I can't stop thinking about that night." 

I texted, "Me too... That jazz band was amazing." 

Veronica texted, "LMAO!" 

I texted, ";)" 

Veronica texted, "Though the band was pretty awesome, I was thinking about what happened after..." 

I smiled and texted, "Remind me." 

Veronica texted, "Why don't I show you?" 

I texted, "I'd love for you to show me, but I don't have a car." 

Veronica texted, "Too bad." 

I exited my friend's place and started walking home. It was a twenty minute march. 

I texted, "Where are you?" 

Veronica texted, "Clubbing. Your sister is also here with Mark." 

That fucking whore... I despise her. 

I texted, "Why don't you come to my place? Parents are away." 

Veronica texted, "I don't know. Brooke..." 

I texted, "Fine then. Good night" 

Veronica texted, "God, you're such a quitter..." 

I smiled and texted, "Veronica, I want you here with me. Now." 

A few minutes later, Veronica texted, "Already on a cab. Fifteen tops. Get me a beer." 

As I almost reached my house, I saw Veronica stepping out of the cab. She was steaming hot, wearing skinny jeans and a fancy leather jacket. Her blond hair draped down her neck and eyes in such an enticing way, and her makeup was thorough and rich. 

She smiled. "Where have you been?" 

"At a friend's." 

She stepped closer to me. "Tell me you missed me." 

"Why?" I kept playing hard-to-get. 

"So I'll feel better about backstabbing your sister." 

"I can do you one better." 

I took her in my arms in an abrupt pull that had Veronica letting out a gasp of surprise from either the suddenness or from the amount of force I exerted. I fleetingly looked into her eyes to see that her face was morphing from concerned to lustful before entering her mouth to kiss her passionately. She didn't waste time as her arms quickly enveloped my neck, and we began this awkward dance towards the front door with neither prepared to relinquish mouth fucking the other. 

I pinned her to the door and worked her neck while struggling to get the keys out of my front pocket. Her panting in my ear wasn't making it any easier for me. She took them out for me eventually after noticing I couldn't focus while tasting half of her delicious neck, and we resumed tongue wrestling all the way up to my room. 

We were kissing next to my bed when she took off her jacket and revealed the sexy tank top she wore underneath. I didn't allow her to keep it on for long, and she retaliated by robbing me of my shirt and groping my abdomen all over. Still massaging her tongue, I reached for her back and unhooked her pink bra while pressing her crotch against my erection. 

Veronica had great tits. She was smaller than my sister and way smaller than Shannon, but her breasts weren't lacking at all in perkiness and feel. They were rounded, sassy, and stood up so nicely with her pink nipples fully erect and ready for my mouth. She was also a great kisser — on par with Shannon and Brooke, though there was nothing quite like kissing my sister. 

While we were unbuttoning each other's jeans', I moved to suck on her neck and took more than a whiff of her. I was still laboring on her second button when she already finished and pulled down mine. I got out of them swiftly and went back to unbuttoning hers. While waiting for me, Veronica reached for the bulge over my briefs and fondled it. 

I got the job done eventually and started peeling off her jeans that were so tight on her they might as well have been tattooed to her skin. She swayed her hips from side to side as I knelt before her to take them off completely. I licked her left leg all the way up until I was back storming her caramel flavored mouth. 

My leg lick made her insane when she pulled me by the hair and, essentially, began raping my tonsils. There was simply no other way to describe her animalistic lashing at me. It wasn't pretty, that's for sure, although electrifying, nonetheless. 

A minute later, I was completely naked, and Veronica was reduced to nothing but her pink panties. She started pushing me backwards to my desk while tonguing me throughout. I landed in my swivel chair, and she climbed on top of me. 

She leaned forward while straddling me and fed me her breasts in excitement. I sucked on her pink nipples while spreading her ass cheeks. Her ass was marvelous, tight and smooth, and I couldn't wait to enter her from the back. That assjob my sister was not raped to give me had firmly set me in an ass mood tonight. Veronicas' nipples were equally satisfying. Her erect flesh curled nicely in my fingers, and my lips greatly enjoyed the feel of nibbling them. 

She was slowly jacking me off while observing my sucking techniques, letting out an occasional pant here and a moan there. She then turned around and sat on me while resting her back against my chest. She rid herself of her panties and whirled back around to straddle me face to face. 

"Josh, a minute is not going to cut it tonight." She took my swollen member in her petite hand and started impaling herself on it. 

"My thoughts exactly, gorgeous"—I gasped as my dick was buried half way through her sopping pussy—"so try holding longer this time." 

Our shared laugh was only interrupted when her tongue was back rioting in my mouth. 

"Now be patient for a second," she said, writhing on my cock but not allowing it to skewer her further. "I'm not used to put things this size in me." 

"Take your time," I graciously replied. 

I bobbed my mouth on one of her nipples while curling her other one in my fingers. I took notice that Veronicas' nipples seemed to be quite large although proportionate to her breasts, if only barely. It triggered my cock to swell further in reply, hindering its own endeavors as it was still slaving to stretch her, so she could take all of me in. 

"Not that I'm complaining, but don't you want me to wear a condom?" 

"What can I say? You got me spoiled." 

Soon, she was feeling more comfortable with my cock inside her and continued carefully spiking herself while gasping. 

"Fuck... I'm going to have to go through this every time?" 

A minute from the time her tight ass landed on my thighs, she was finally gyrating her pelvis, gently grinding my cock inside her. 

"I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll be stretched for a year at least." 

She kissed me zealously and nibbled on my lower lip. "I'm gonna hold you to that." 

She started picking up the pace, and when I felt she was completely comfortable with my size, I began fucking her like she deserved to be fucked — hard and deep. 

I was able to achieve an erection earlier this morning, and I had taken advantage of it and beat off to my whore of a sister's image. The assjob I had not raped Brooke to give me further drained my balls, so I was less tense now, and I could give Veronica way more than a minute. 

It was a very different experience than fucking in my mother's car. We had plenty of room to get crazy; hence, there were no compact grinding motions on the menu tonight; instead, long, powerful swings and crazy ass galloping took their place as veronica was riding my cock as if she was taming a bull. Her tight cunt stretched with each bounce, giving my cock a little more room to explore the wet walls inside her. 

Veronica seemed to had been born with the gift of fucking regardless of the circumstances or of the terrain, and she was a joy to fuck in my chair just as she was in my mother's car; maybe even more now, when I could feel her naked body against mine and could gaze at that thin stripe of grass on her fat sod as her pussy was avidly swallowing my cock in and out of her. It was blond, just as I suspected. 

"Where are you going?" she softly panted when my eyes again strayed away. "I'm right here." 

She was making it a rule to gaze deep into my eyes while we fucked. I wasn't particularly fond of it, and more than once I looked away, but she wouldn't have any of that. Every time my stare deviated, she blocked my view or held my cheeks to level me back with her piercing blue stare. I didn't like that feeling — having her looking into me while I was firmly planted inside her, but she would not yield, so I relented. 

After two minutes or so of intense fucking and staring, Veronica tensed up, bucking and moaning, and her pussy walls began twitching around me. Soon after, my cock was rinsed in her warm fluids. 

"Oh gosh... I love how you fuck me," she managed to pant when her orgasm receded enough. 

"I love how I fuck you, too." 

We laughed and kissed a little, and then Veronica took my cock out and engaged herself in a bit of acrobatics. 

She climbed higher on my chair and placed her feet on my chair's armrests while holding my backrest for balance to perform a full air squat with her cunt parallel to her feet. Her legs were spread as wide as I had ever seen a girl spread her legs, and her floating pussy was perfectly aligned with my cock and begged to be thrust into. 

I stared shockingly at that frog sprawl. "You're quite nimble, aren't you?" 

"I do yoga." She giggled. "Come inside me as deep as you can." 

"Yes, ma'am." 

I placed my arms on the armrests near her feet and propped up my pelvis, so my bloated prick could enter her. She guided my cock to her pussy and started taunting her clit. 

"You want in?" she playfully asked, giving me an endearing grin while running my tip along her saturated slit. 

"That depends. Are you going to be wet for me?" 

"Couldn't you feel how wet I am for you already?" 

"I forgot. I want to be reminded." 

She smiled. "Then let me hear it." 

I smiled back. "I want in." 

"Why should I let you?" 

Veronica was now in a playful mood as was apparent by her redundant questions while she was rubbing my manhood against her wet folds. My pelvis was still raised uncomfortably in the air to enable my dick to reach her gracious pussy; nevertheless, I played along. 

"Because I'm a nice guy." 

"Are you now?" She gently flicked my tip at her clit a few times. 

I took pleasure of feeling her button being rubbed against me. 

"Aren't I?" 

"Well, that wasn't very nice of you, what you did to me in your mom's car, was it?" 

I started breathing heavier from that clitjob she was giving me. "I didn't do anything you didn't want me to." 

"Oh but you did. You got me to do much more than I wanted to... much more." 

"Shit," I panted, aroused to the brim from that glans-on-clit massage. "You could have stopped me at any time." 

She placed my cock against her entrance while looking at me, still in playfulness. 

"Veronica, take me in," I gasped. 

She started fucking just half of my tip. "I did try to stop you"—she permitted the other half to sink into her just to skid it out after a few seconds of coy fucking—"but you didn't wanna listen." 

"Fuck," I panted. "I'm... I'm not good with rejections." 

My arms started to bother me, but not skewering her was bothering me infinitely more. 

"So I've noticed." She shrewdly smiled. "The thing is, Josh"—her pussy started swallowing more of me—"I am very good with rejecting." She took me out and resumed massaging her clit with me. "Normally." 

"Jesus, I believe you," I desperately panted. "Now take me in." 

She drove me wild by now. My balls were aching for her to take my cum. 

"But I wasn't very good at protecting myself that night." She ignored me completely and continued circling her clit with my glans. "Are you even listening to me, Josh? I don't think you're listening." She acted hurt. 

"I'm listening, god," I whined. "I just wanna go in you..." 

"A part of that"—she stroked my cock and rubbed it along her slit—"was because I've fallen in the hands of a master seducer." She pushed my cock head back against her clit and worked it quicker. 

"Fuck," I gasped. 

She was torturing me. I was seconds from raping her. 

"But there was another part that—" She moaned, still frantically rubbing her clit with my tip." —that knew that it was going to happen." 

"Veronica... I want in!" 

She sent me a sly smile and allowed her pussy to swallow a third of my cock. I gasped as I was back bathing in her warm fluids. 

"My question is—" 

"No..." I whined, watching her skidding me out and pressing me back against her clit. 

She giggled. "My question is... why did I still go with you?" 

"I don't know! I swear I don't. Please, stop with this... I want in!" 

She laughed and studied me for a moment. Without saying a word, she started shoving me in, inch after inch, until I filled her tight pussy with every inch god had gifted me. 

"Thank you," I sighed. 

"Don't make me regret it." 

"Oh, you're going to regret it alright." 

Once I was inside her hot, wet tunnel, I thrust myself as fast as I could into her, which required more stamina than one might assume. She was clearly getting the full length of my cock into her, and the position seemed to arouse her greatly as she was panting quicker and moaning louder with each thrust. It didn't do much for me though as I needed to put in a lot of effort to keep fucking her that way. 

But it was worth it. The look on her face when I kept stabbing her with all my might was priceless. She was in a world of her own now, and her eyes shut tight throughout. Although she remained still, she was sweating and breathing as hard as I was, and I could tell it was going to be a special one for her. 

I was soon exhausted with keeping up a fast pace while maintaining my pelvis in the air, so I could fuck her hovering pussy. Luckily, she was coming for the second time faster than the first. 

"Yes, yes... Josh, harder!" 

"Any harder than this," I panted, repeatedly shanking her pussy, "and I'm going to break you." 

I genuinely feared for her tight pussy and slim frame. 

"I don't give a fuck if you break me in two. Harder!" 

"Jesus, woman..." I was startled by her sudden bark. 

I gave it my all, pounding into her pussy as forcefully as I could until I finally pushed her over the edge. She began thrusting back at me with her perky tits beautifully dancing in front of my eyes. 

"Ask me to come for you," she asked in labor breaths. 

"Why?" I panted, depleting the last of my energy reservoir. 

"Just ask me!" 

"Yeah, uh... come for me." 

"I'm coming for you." 

"Um... ok." 

And to come for me she did. Her back arched, her legs jolted, and the sound of the first wave of her cum could be heard all the way to my neighbors. My cock was washed in her wonderful juices for a full twenty seconds before her pussy closed on it to milk it dry. It was a futile attempt by her foolish pussy as my stamina was at its peak tonight. 

I plunked back into my chair, panting and fatigued. She returned to straddle me with her arms enveloping my torso and her head splashed on my chest. She kept my cock out, and we sat still for minutes, giving ourselves a much needed break. 

"Call me old fashioned," I panted, "but for our next trick, I choose something less tiring." 

We laughed. 

"Whatever you'd like," she gasped. "You've already given me more than enough." She kissed my neck a few times. "The rest is going to be purely bonus." 

I looked down at her as she was panting on my chest content and serene. It was sort of nice. Intimate. I hadn't shared such intimate moment with a girl for a long time now, my sister excluded. I enjoyed feeling Veronicas' breasts and nipples pressing against me. I took pleasure of feeling her pussy resting against my still hard and unsatisfied manhood. It felt good having her bare ass sitting on me. All if it — It felt good. 

And bad. Very bad. That assjob Brooke was not raped to give me had unsettled me. I realized that while my cock may have very well unshackled itself from my sister's unexplained influence, my heart had still a long way to go. I was just so madly in love her. I felt like I was cheating on her now. I didn't feel like that when I had fucked Veronica in the car, but now I did. It was a very bad feeling, yet after playing in my head her poisonous uttering of her boyfriend's Godzilla of a cock that was fucking her day and night, this was back feeling nice and guilt free. 

"Did your clit enjoy tormenting me before?" 

"Oh come on, you know you deserved it. You should have thought twice before ignoring it in the car." 

I knew she wanted me to rub her. "All you needed is just ask." 

"I don't ask guys to do things for me. They just simply do." 

"Is that a fact?" 

"Believe it." 

And I did. Veronica was pretty enough and hot enough for guys to want to please her. She was much more than just her outer beauty, but she probably didn't need more to have her way with men. While she remained collapsed on me in tranquility, I took a minute to ruminate that cock torment from before and questioned my choice of women lately. 

Shannon, Veronica, and Brooke were all major cock tease, with my sister being the worst, and I wondered if I was prone to the flirtatious, manipulative type of women. I then pondered whether all girls were like that nowadays. It certainly wasn't rooted in them, or was it? Was it genetic? I couldn't imagine my mom withholding orgasms from my dad. She wasn't like that—I would think. 

My sister was definitely the worst though. She could bring a guy to his knees crying and begging for hours before she would allow him to cum. She would play her mind games and could mind fuck a guy to think that it was his idea not to cum in the first place. She was diabolically skilled. She took the craft of cock torturing to another dimension. 

"Hey, you." Veronica kissed me back to consciousness. "How do you want me?" 

I picked her up and walked to my bed. 

I threw her on the bed. "Doggy. Go." 

She rolled over, got up on all fours, and gave me a perfect view of her tight ass and her pussy that was peeking out. 

She looked back at me. "Get me wetter. I don't want it to hurt." 

"Why would it hurt?" 

"For the same reason it hurt tonight and before in the car." 

I smiled. "I thought you're wet enough for me. Your words." 

"A girl can never be too wet when she's going to be fucked by that thing." 

We laughed. 

I wasn't in the mood to eat pussy tonight however appetizing hers was; I was in the mood to plough through one. I knelt behind her and vibrated my finger on her clitoris for just a spell. I put my finger in her and tasted her cunt to assess its level of willingness. It was exquisite in taste; however, it needed more to take me, so I had no option but to orally pleasure Veronica. I lay below her between her legs and forced her down by her thighs until I was french kissing her pussy. 

"Whoa," she said, surprised. "Easy there." 

I immediately started working on her clit, flicking my tongue on it in haste. I was in a hurry to cum, so I didn't pamper Veronica the way I would usually do; ergo, my work was rushed and sloppy. When I felt her wetness more conspicuously in my mouth, I ceased sucking on her button and ground my tongue against it. 




Siblingly Binding Ch. 06



"Oh yes," she panted. "That would definitely do the trick... God..." 

I stopped, so I could finger her again. She still needed more. I opened her up with two thumbs and licked her pinkish flesh up her clit, wiggling my tongue at it from time to time. I kept at it until Veronica became rigid and was convulsing. She was an inch away from climaxing for the third time, or so she hoped. I sent my finger into her to conduct another saturation test. She was ready and yummy. I slid myself out and knelt behind her. 

"That wasn't very nice," she panted, irritated. "You could have finished me." 

I pressed my cock against her opening. "And then what? I would have needed to work on you all over again." 

"You say it like it's a bad thing," she gasped, annoyed even more than before. 

I did sound like a mechanic who just finished working on his car. 

"Veronica, you're tasty enough that I would want to eat you out for years. It's just isn't this day. You drove me mad, and now I'm dying to cum, so basically, it's your fault. 

"Well... I guess you did earn it," she said, appeased. 

I gently pressed my cock into her. She was so wet that she barely twitched now, and I could bottom out in her in less than thirty seconds. I started fucking her slowly, so I could feel her drenched pussy to the max, intensifying my sensitivity. I parted her ass cheeks and watched as my cock was drilling into her tightness time after time. 

Once a sufficient excitement was built, I changed gears and started fucking her hard and deep with my balls thumping against her blond stripe of a bush. Seconds before I reached the point of no return, I lay completely on her while she collapsed flat on the bed. 

"In or out?" I gasped, savagely fucking her while squeezing her left boob. 

"In," she replied in labored breaths. "Definitely in." 

I kept thrusting into her obedient cunt until my balls began pumping out my cum. My cock swelled and stretched her walls just a tiny bit more, and I erupted while burring myself inside her as deep as possible. 

"Ow!" She writhed, trying to escape my cock. "You're too deep!" 

I drew back a bit. "Sorry..." 

I tried my hardest not steal that extra inch as I was shooting into her, and thankfully, my batch was smaller than usual, so I didn't have to suffer for too long. Once my balls were drained and her pussy stuffed, I collapsed on top of her and panted in satisfaction. 

After recuperating, I pulled out, and she crossed her legs while awaiting me to hand her tissues. I lit up my pipe and lay next to her as she extracted my cum out of her pussy. 

"Doggy is not your thing," I said knowingly. 

"What gave me away?" She smiled, wiping off my jizz. 

"The lack of enthuse, the lack of an orgasm, and that cry of pain." I took a drag. 

"Yeah," she giggled, "I'm not a fan." She wore back her panties. "Regarding that cry, I don't normally get pain since I never had a cock bumping into my cervix." 

"There's a first for everything." 

"Let's hope it was also the last." She wore her bra. "It hurt like hell." 

"Sorry about that." I blew out a couple of smoke rings. "Are you in a hurry?" 

"Yeah. I don't want Brooke to find me here. I told her I was going home 'cause I wasn't feeling well." 

I wore my briefs and kept smoking my pipe while watching Veronica putting back her clothes on. 

"What a sad spectacle — you getting dressed." 

She giggled. "You're probably going to see me naked again with the way things are heading... provided you play your cards right." 

"Well, I don't know. Are you going to feel bad about this when you get back home, like last time?" 

"I already feel bad about this for so many reasons." 

I looked away. "Ok then." 

She finished buttoning her jeans. "I'm curious: Are you starting to forget that girl? Am I making some headway here?" 

"I thought you're no longer interested in making headway." 

"It's not like that, Josh. I am very eager to make headway with you, but at the same time, your sister is important to me, and I don't wanna lose her as my friend. It's gonna be difficult for us to have a relationship when she's going to hate both of us." 

I nodded. "For the record, I'm very cool with whatever this is." 

"I bet you are... Me? Not so much." 

"Oh?" 

"I don't wanna be your fuck buddy, Josh; I won't. I want... more. The fact that it turned out like that, with us fucking, was only because Brooke didn't approve, and I, in a moment of weakness, allowed myself to follow my heart, twice, but I'm not that kind of a girl, Josh." 

"I didn't say you were." 

"I want you to court me. I want you to respect me. This is the first time I've ever done something like this." 

"I respect you, Veronica. Just because we're fucking, doesn't mean you don't have my respect. As I told you that night at the bar, I think very highly of you. I meant that then, and I mean it now." 

"Really, Josh?" 

"Really," I said as truthfully as possible. 

"Good," she sighed in relief and smiled. "Now I know you're still hung up on that girl, yada yada... but I hope you're starting to feel something." 

"Maybe," I answered, unsure of my emotions. 

"Maybe?" 

"Maybe." 

She seemed less than happy to hear this. 

"I guess that will have to do for now... Getting yourself on your sister's good side should considerably help our cause." 

"Yeah, I don't see that happening." 

"Ok. We'll talk about it tomorrow when you'll call me." She stared into my eyes expecting my answer. 

"Don't worry, I'll call." 

"Good." She smiled and gave me a brief yet passionate kiss. "Now get me a cab." 

Ten minutes later, a cab was waiting for Veronica outside my house. We kissed, and she exited my room and shut the door. 

"Holy shit," I heard Veronica saying. 

"Hi, Ron. I see you're feeling better." 

Although I was in front of my computer smoking my pipe, it was clear that my sister and Veronica were standing outside my room. I froze and allocated all of my hearing resources to whatever they were talking about. 

"Brooke, I'm...I'm so sorry." 

"So am I... Get the fuck out of my house." 

"Brooke, don't be like that, please. I really like your—" 

"Fuck you! Get the fuck out of my house! Now!" 

I heard someone running down the stairs, and a few seconds later, the front door was slammed shut. 

*** 

A disturbing silence could be heard now, until my door was thrust into the wall that is. My sister stood at the doorway with eyes flaming with wrath. 

"This is my room, Brooke. You can't open my door without knocking first and acquiring my permission." 

She slowly strode in with no response. Although her body language conveyed fury, her eyes now transmitted less anger and more hurt. 

"From the look of you in your briefs and from the smell in here, is it safe for me to assume you two were fucking?" 

"A clever assumption indeed," I maliciously said. "I think you'd be quite successful as a police detective, assuming your professional poker career would prove unprolific." 

She nodded as she slowly paced to my bed. "I thought you're going to stay away from her." 

She picked up the antique clock I had purchased in a garage sale six months ago and examined it. 

"Well, I tried, but... And then she couldn't stay away from me... You know how these things are." 

Her eyes welled up with tears, which completely caught me off guard. 

"How could you do it to me, Josh? Why do you keep hurting me?!" 

"I'm hurting you? That's a fucking joke. You've got a lot of nerve, Brooke... Why don't you take your sore pussy out of here and get your anus lubed for your boyfriend. I have things to do." 

She shook her head as a sudden gush of tears burst down her cheeks. "I can't... believe how cruel you are... You're getting off of hurting me... How could you do this to me, Josh?!" 

"I told you I was able to get hard without you; you just didn't want to list—" 

She catapulted the clock at my face. I ducked, and my computer screen became the first casualty of her madness when it shattered completely. 

"WHAT THE FUCK?! Are you insane?!!" 

She opened my bedside table drawer and began thrusting at me whatever she could get her hands on. I did my best to dodge her ruthless assault; nonetheless, with a precision of a skilled marksman, she managed to successfully target my face more times than I would have liked. 

"Brooke, stop! You're hurting me!! You fucking—stop! It hurts!" 

"It hurts?!" she cried. "You don't know what hurt is!! You're the most vicious person... on the face of the earth... You broke my heart, Josh..." She covered her eyes and sobbed as loudly as I had ever heard her sob. 

"Yeah?! Well at least when I fucked someone else, I didn't advertise it to your face! What the fuck are you doing here anyway?! Shouldn't you be out clubbing with your boyfriend?!" 

"What am I doing here?" She shook her head. "I just broke up with my boyfriend... so I could come to my brother and tell him... that I'm in love with him and that I can't be with anyone else but him... so I am willing to fight for him for as long as it takes..." 

I gawked at her in shock. "Wh—What?" 

"Only to find him... screwing one of my best friends..." She crumbled on my bed. 

I got up and walked to her. "Brooke, honey, stop crying... I can't watch you—" 

"That is what you want, don't you?! For me to suffer! For me to cry every day! Otherwise, you wouldn't hurt me all the time!!" 

"No, sweetie, I don't wanna hurt you. I want... You know what? Fuck you! You gave him your virginity! Why can't I fuck someone after you were bleeding for hours?! Ah?!" 

"You don't know what you're talking about!" 

"I don't?!" I strode to my desk and lit up a cigarette. "Please tell me if the following rings a bell: 'I swallow his disgusting cum twice a day, Josh', 'I'm sweating his cum at the gym', 'He tried fucking me up the ass after he cracked me open two weeks ago'... You fucking whore." 

She kept sobbing but didn't respond. 

I took a few more drags and breathed a bit. "And you come here and tell me that I'm doing the hurting?! I mourned for two fucking weeks for this, so don't you dare tell me what hurt is. You broke my heart, and then you have the audacity — " 

"I never fucked him! You fucking moron!" She picked up the box of tissues off my bed and sniffled. "I never slept with him... I never sucked his cock, either... Did you honestly think I could be with anyone but you?!" 

I was flabbergasted. I drew out another cigarette and lit it up while my other cigarette was still slow burning in the ashtray. 

"I love you, Josh... I can't... And you fucked Veronica. You betrayed me... You've broken my heart." 

I was furious. "Then why did you say you did?! You obviously noticed you were getting me rattled since you were smirking like an evil bitch! Why did you—" 

"I wanted to hurt you for giving up on me!" 

"That's just great... And what did you think would happen after you've hurt me and shattered my heart? Did you seriously think I wouldn't fuck anyone?!" 

"I thought you couldn't get hard... without me. I don't know what I was thinking! I just wanted to hurt you like... you hurt me." 

"Mission accomplished. You hurt me bad, Brooke... And for the record, I didn't give up on you. I was—" 

"You didn't give up on me?! I told you I was going to fuck him, and you let me go! What do you call that if not giving up?!" 

"I didn't think you'd go through with it. I needed more time—" 

"More time for what?! You're in love with me, and I'm in love with you! What else did you—" 

"I was struggling! I still am! It's not easy for me like it is obviously for you! And I just broke up with Shannon, and I was in a bad place emotio—" 

"None of this is relevant anymore." She stood up, fighting to contain her tears. "I will never forgive you for this. I will never... Any chance for us to ever be together has just died... when you fucked her." 

I was suddenly terrified by the thought of us not being together. "Brooke, no, don't say that. You just need to calm down, baby." 

"No... How can I forgive you? From the very beginning, it was only me who was pushing for this, and you... didn't lift a finger. You never fought for me, you never wanted me... Congratulations, Josh, I've officially given up on you, and this time... you can take it to the bank." 

"Don't say that, baby," My eyes pleaded in ache. "I love you so much... You just need—" 

I pulled her into my arms and forced my kiss on her. 

She shoved me away and slapped me to hell and back. "Don't touch me! I'm done with you! Go fuck Veronica! Some friend she is... You two are perfect for each other — two backstabbers." She opened the door and darted out. 

Tears began streaming from my eyes. "Brooke, this isn't over! I love you! I want you!" 

She halted at the top of the staircase, achingly weeping, "You should have thought about that before... Goodbye, Josh." 

"I'M NOT GIVING UP ON YOU! Sweetheart, please!" I ran downstairs after her and barely managed to grip her arm. "You might have given up on me, but there's no way I'm giving up on you." 

"Let go!" She slapped me again. 

I knelt before her wearing nothing but my briefs, crying and begging. "I am not giving up on you. Not now; not ever! Brooke, baby, I love you more than life... Don't do this." 

She freed her arm and ran to the door. 

"DON'T DO THIS!!" 

*** *** *** 

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed this one. Will Brooke and Josh ever find themselves in each other's arms? Or was it really the last straw for Brooke? Read the next chapter and you'll find out. Comments are most welcomed as always.



Siblingly Binding Ch. 07



I couldn't sleep at all that night. I broke my sister's heart, the woman I love. I was going to lose her forever if she didn't forgive me, and I just realized that I was willing to commit to her, to be with her, which shocked me as I had made that decision only that night, in the heat of the moment. 

I texted her all through the night, maybe fifty times, telling her how much I loved her, how sorry I was... She didn't text back even once. The next day I was so depressed I started drinking as soon as I got up; nevertheless, I was motivated more than ever to get her back. 

I continued texting Brooke until noon when a text from Veronica interrupted me, "Are you alone? Can we talk?" 

"Hi," she picked up. 

"Hi." 

"I assume you heard what happened after I walked out your door." 

"Yeah." 

"What a fucking mess... I texted her how sorry I am, but she's not returning my texts. Is she there?" 

"No. She left last night, and I don't know where to." 

"Shit! Why is she so fucking difficult?! She made us go behind her back with her immature behavior. She's so juvenile somet—" 

"Don't talk about her like that. Ever." 

The line went dead for a moment. 

"What is going on? Why do I feel like you're angry with me?" 

"I'm not angry with you; it's just... Listen, this isn't going to work after all. We should stop now and avoid further bloodshed." 

"What? You're breaking up with me?!" 

"I wasn't aware we were even dating." 

"You're acting like a real son of a bitch right now, Josh. I hope you're aware of that." 

"I don't mean to hurt you, but we weren't dating, and my sister is very upset because of last night, and I'm not willing to go on with this when she's obviously hurt by us." 

"This is not what I thought I would hear from you... You were the one who didn't care if she got hurt!" 

"And now I do care. She is my sister, Veronica." 

"So that's it? I mean nothing to you that you're willing to cut me out of your life, as if we haven't had sex just ten hours ago and were talking about getting our relationship moving?!" 

"You know what, don't give me that shit! When you decided you made a mistake three nights ago and insisted we shouldn't talk anymore, was I giving you a hard time?!" 

"It was different, Josh! Now it's more... complicated." 

"It isn't to me. Same situation, same people, same result." 

"Is it because of Brooke? 'Cause she will accept it eventually. She just needs to cool off. Give her—" 

"No. It's because of me. Listen, I am so glad I've got the chance to meet you. You are truly a unique person, and I'm sure—" 

"Don't do that, Josh! Why are you saying this?!" 

"You see why I told to you to stay away from me? Now I feel like I'm hurting you, and—" 

"You are hurting me! Stop it! I know you feel something. Give me a shot! Don't—" 

"Veronica, you're making it so much worse. We haven't even dated. Let go. Just let go. Trust me, it's for your own good." 

She breathed a little. "But it became more for me, Josh. It's not... Please, give this a chance." 

"I'm sorry; I need to go. Take care." 

Veronica texted me a few times after that. She begged for me to reconsider, but when I texted her that I had made my choice and asked her not to text again, she started hate-texting me, accusing me of toying with her emotions, that I left her now without her best friend and without me. 

I didn't reply since she was right about everything. Although I didn't mean to hurt her, it was clear to the both of us that she was emotionally invested in me by now, and I hadn't given her a fair shot to change how I felt. She was truly an incredible person, and it was a heavy burden for me to know that she was hurt, which made me loathe myself even more. 

Since I had fallen in love with my sister, I somehow managed to hurt three different girls, all amazing, without even trying to. In fact, I was doing everything in my power to avoid hurting them, but apparently, I was cursed with the gift of hurting. 

Shannon and Veronica were unbelievable girls inside and out, and I would have been the happiest with either if I could only have felt something for them, a little bit of what I was feeling for Brooke. Unfortunately, my sister was more amazing than them in every way; at least to me she was. 

*** 

"Brooke, baby, please call me back. I know I fucked up, but I'm willing to do anything..." I sighed in ache. "I love you so much. Call me back." 

It had been seven days now, and Brooke was still ignoring my calls and texts. She was out of town to one of her poker tournaments as my father had informed me. Throughout that week, she wasn't staying at home and didn't show for work, either. She didn't even give our mother an excuse for her absence. 

Veronica was still texting me, seven days later, every day at least thrice a day. She was making it so hard on me since she had a very good point: She never got the chance to make me fall in love with her as opposed to Shannon, and even though I kept telling myself that I didn't feel anything for her, I was forced to admit to myself that that might not have been completely true. 

I was losing my mind. I needed my sister. I needed her bad. I now wanted her more than I ever wanted anything in my life. If she would just answer me once... just so I could hear her voice. 

My cock was back withering. I couldn't get erect again no matter what I had tried. It was ridiculous really. I couldn't get hard even when thinking about Brooke's phenomenal body, which used to make me hard in a split second. Everything in me just seemed to... die. 

I couldn't take it anymore; I needed to do something. I went downstairs and inquired my mother of Brooke's whereabouts. She surrendered her location but asked me not to go to her since it was a long drive. My mother was aware we had a falling-out, but that was all she knew. 

There was no chance I could wait until Sunday. I started the car, got on the road, and drove for five hours to get to my sister. By the time I arrived there, it was 9 PM. I called my mother and instructed her to discretely ask Brooke for her current location without disclosing that I was there looking for her. 

Half-hour later, I entered the motel Brooke was staying at. I was about to ask the receptionist for her room number when I spotted my sister sitting at the motel lounge, drinking coffee and laughing with some guy. He was sitting close to her and seemed a little too friendly for my taste. 

"Why don't you take your seat back a little." I shot him a look. "Give her some room to breathe. Now." 

Brooke was stunned to see me as was evident from her hazel eyes that bulged out in rage. "Josh, what are you doing here?" 

"What do you think I'm doing here? I'm here for you." 

"And who might you be?" asked the insignificant dude. 

"Her boyfriend. Now go away." 

"Boyfriend?" He turned to Brooke, upset. "You told me you didn't have a boyfriend." 

"I don't." She darted me a hateful look. "He's my brother." 

"And boyfriend." I returned her angry stare. 

"Sorry?" That guy's jaw plunged down all the way to the floor. 

"Yeah, incest; get over it," I said. 

To say he looked dumbfounded would be an understatement. 

"You are not my boyfriend." 

"Oh yes I am." 

"You're... Incest?" He was finally able to collect his jaw and to put his tongue back to use. 

But I was losing my patience. "Listen, whatever your name is, get lost." I shot him a murderous stare. "My girlfriend slash sister and I have things to talk about." 

"This is really weird." He gawked at my sister. "I'm out of here." 

I paid for a cup of coffee at the bar and sat next to my sister after he took his leave. 

"I'm gonna kill mom for this," she muttered, looking away. 

I ogled her for at least half-minute. "Brooke, baby, you look so beautiful..." 

She did look beautiful. As always. She was wearing skinny jeans, a low cut red blouse, and high heel, leather black boots. Her golden brown hair was gushing down her left breast, and her makeup was superb. Her long, slim legs were crossed in the most feminine, sexiest way, and so were her arms, though in less sexy and more furious manner. She was a goddess. 

"Josh, you can't go tell people things like that — that you're my boyfriend. Not only it is not true, you'll get us arrested." 

"It is true, and I don't a give a shit anymore... Brooke, baby, god I missed you. Did you have to ignore me all week? You couldn't even pick up once? I was dying, sweetheart." 

"You don't deserve for me to take your calls, not after what you did to me." 

"God, baby, I'm so sorry! I am willing to do whatever it takes! Just please give—" 

"You fucked Veronica! You betrayed me! You've hurt me! You have broken my heart... Go fuck yourself." 

She looked away again. Her wrath and pain were clearly visible when her right foot kept jerking on top of her left leg. 

"And I am so fucking sorry, but surely there are extenuating circumstances here. You provoked me to think you were fucking your boyfriend! Come on, baby, cut me some slack here. I would have never—" 

"I thought I owned your cock. I thought I owned you. I guess I was wrong." 

"You weren't wrong, baby. You do own both me and my cock; I give you my word." 

"If I had, you wouldn't have been able to fuck her." 

I pulled my chair closer to her. "Ok, so check this out: I know what's going on with my cock. Do you wanna know?" 

"Oh really? This should be interesting." 

"Ever since you left me a week ago, I couldn't get hard anymore. That got me to think why that was happening, and I figured it out: The only time I was able to get hard without you was when I hated you! When I thought you fucked your boyfriend! But as soon as the truth came out... I don't think I'm physically capable of fucking Veronica now, not when I know the truth, not when I'm back loving you. You do own me, Brooke. All of me." 

She reflected on my bold statement while sipping her coffee. "She keeps texting me every day. Did you know that?" 

"Because she is also very sorry for hurting—" 

"You'd think that, but... no." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Well, the first few days, she texted how sorry she was, blablabla... but now, she wants me to stop acting like a child, and to go tell you that I am fine with you being together." 

"Shit... Brooke, let's not talk about her for the time being. I want us—" 

"You truly possess incredible powers over women, don't you, Josh?" 

"Not at all, sweetheart. I'm nothing." 

"Yes you are... Still, it's impressive how you got one of my best friends so hung up on you in so little time that getting you back is more important to her than me being her friend again." 

"I understand you're mad, but—" 

"Mad? Oh no, I'm much more than mad, Josh... much more." 

"Furious then?" 

"Whatever! I want coffee." 

"Sure, baby." 

I hurried to the bar and got her a double espresso. I placed it before her while pretending to not notice her scorching glare. 

"Sweetheart, Veronica is a good person, and you know that. She genuinely loves you, and she's just a little hurt right now, but she'll get over—" 

"She is a good person; I don't blame her at all for this. She didn't mean to hurt me. She really does like you, and come to think of it, she wasn't the one who hurt me here. You, on the other hand... well, that's a totally different story, isn't it?" 

I sighed. "Brooke, if you could—" 

"After thinking about it, I'm inclined to tell her that I'm ok with you being together." 

My pupils dilated in bafflement. "You're what?" 

"You and I is never going to happen anymore, and she is really crushed by you. I don't want her to suffer. She doesn't deserve to suffer." 

"But I don't want her! I want you!" 

"She told me the story of you being in love with someone else, and she truly feels she can make you fall in love with her. At least she wants a shot at it, a shot at you... And you know what? Maybe she is what you need to get over me and to have that 'normal' life that you so desperately seek. Maybe she's the answer to all your prayers. Who knows?" 

"That's what I'm trying to say! I don't want that 'normal' life anymore! I want us!" 

"Oh, come on, Josh... You were grieving every day because of us. You've been doing everything in your power to fall out of love with me. Veronica might be your savior. Maybe she can do what Shannon couldn't." 

"And you'd be ok with that? Is that what you're saying?" 

"I will never be ok, not in this life. But I don't see why I should deprive Veronica her happiness, just because there's no happiness for me." 

I felt so heavyhearted listening to my sister's heartbreaking confession. "Sweetheart, can you let me talk for a minute without interruptions? Please?" 

She didn't answer. 

"Thank you, baby... For the past week, I have been so miserable—" 

"That makes two of us." She shot me a hurting look. 

"I know, honey, and I'm so sorry... Yes, you're right. It has been extremely difficult for me to accept that I'm in love with you, and yes, I have been doing everything in my power to fight it, but what I finally realized is that I'm—" 

"A piece of shit?" 

I sighed. "Brooke, baby, please let me finish." 

She sipped her coffee while loathingly gazing at me, but she kept quiet. 

"Where was I...um... You know what? Let's get back to Veronica for a second. Veronica is a great girl, and maybe if I'd given her a shot, she might have been able to change how I feel about her, about you—" 

"That's your idea of an apology? Because this is the worst one ever... God, I wanna fucking kill you..." 

"Brooke, no interruptions! Fuck..." 

"Well get the fuck on with it already!" 

"Ok; sorry baby... What I am trying to say... is that I don't know if Veronica—or any other woman for that matter—can make me fall out of love with you, but I'm not even willing to take that risk; I won't. I'm in love with you, and I will remain in love with you to my last day." 

My sister was getting emotional and a tear escaped the corner of the right eye although she was doing her best to disguise it. 

"Brooke, do you remember that weekend at the hotel? When you told me you don't want to escape it? That you love it that you're in love with me? That's how I feel now. Not only I'm so madly in love you, I'm in love with being in love with you. I don't want to escape it. I want to start a life with you as my... lover and partner for life." 

More tears were making their way down her cheeks, but she could not conceal those. 

"I'm still your sister... It's still illegal... Are you telling me you're suddenly ready to take on the world? To hide us?To lie about us?" 

"I am ready to do anything to be with you. You are only my sister by familial proximity, but you are not my sister in my heart, in my mind... I think we both know that ship has long sailed. I will never be able to look at you the way I did six months ago... the way other brothers look at their sisters." 

"Then how do you look at me?" she whispered in tears. 

"I look at you... as the woman of my dreams. When I look at you, I see the sexiest girl I've ever seen. I see someone sensitive, funny, and incredible in every way. I see you the way husbands see their wives. You are the object of my desire, Brooke. Is it wrong? I used to think so... but not anymore I don't. 

"I don't think it's wrong at all. The only thing that's wrong here is that society wants to persuade us that it's wrong, and they might have fooled me for awhile, but the jig is up. You and I are more right than any other couple in this world, and I won't let anyone to tell me otherwise." 

My sister was now weeping intensely. She was emotional enough that I felt I could get closer to her without her rejecting me. 

"Brooke, baby"—I stroked her tears away—"please forgive me, please... You were right all along. I just needed a little time to catch up. I love you so much. I don't want to even imagine that someone else will get to wake up next to you every day, get to make love to you... get to love you. You're mine. You have to be." 

She took my hand off her cheek in tears. "I am very glad that... you finally understand that I was right from the get go. Un— " 

"I'm glad that—" 

"Unfortunately... what's done is done. You had sex with a person who isn't me, and I don't think I can ever forgive you... I don't know if you're even worthy of the love I have for you. What you—" 

"Brooke, sweetheart, don't be like—" 

"What you put me through the last few months... is almost unforgiven, Josh." Her eyes were bleeding out her tears. "You made me go out with other men... You made me sit and watch as you were going to your girlfriend... You constantly rejected my love... me. You took me for granted... I think you might be a little late here." 

"Don't say that, baby. It's not too late, and I know I'm not worthy of you, but if you give me a shot, I'll prove to you that I'm willing to do anything for you to—" 

"No. I am not willing to risk my heart again... I am not putting myself out there again, not for you. It will take for me years until I'm able to trust another man again... to give my heart again... and it's all because you didn't think that my heart was something you... should have been careful with... like it was nothing." 

Tears were coming down my cheeks. "I am so sorry... I'm not a good person, I know that... but I am better when I'm with you... I will not play with your heart again, Brooke. I swear on my life I won't." 

"Go back home, Josh." She got up. "Tell Veronica I said hi." 

*** 

I returned home like my sister had instructed me. I drove all night, heartbroken, until I was back crying in my room. I underestimated the hurt I had caused Brooke. It tore at my heart to think she had been carrying all this pain for so many months just because I didn't give her a way out, the out that she wanted: for me to accept that we should be together. 

She was ready to do despicable things, such as dating other men and knowing that I had been intimate with Shannon just so we could be together in the end of the road... I was now more lost than ever. Just as I accepted that there was no one else for me but her, she slammed the door on me, forcing me to live without her. 

But I couldn't. I decided to keep at it — going after her with hopes that my tenacity would eventually be rewarded. Brooke was now home, and life was back to normal with her working at flower shop and me with my trading; however, life was nowhere near back to being normal. I kept calling Brooke every day, all day. I texted incessantly, I emailed, I wrote her love letters... I did anything I could think of. Although she didn't reciprocate even once, I didn't let it deteriorate me. 

What did manage to crush my spirit was to watch my sister going out on dates, getting back late at night, moving on... I was in a difficult spot as I ceased living my life while she was going forward as emphatically as she could with hers. 

Four months I had kept this up: courting Brooke, getting nothing in return, and watching her swapping boyfriend like baseball cards. She completely ignored my existence, and I was hurting every day because of her. 

Veronica stopped calling and texting eventually. She was now dating some guy I knew from school as I had once seen them at the movies while with my friends, though I made sure she didn't see me. It hurt a little. Maybe it was my ego, or maybe because I knew I had let go on an amazing girl, or maybe because I speculated she might have been able to make me fall out of love with Brooke. Maybe she was the only one who could. 




Siblingly Binding Ch. 07



*** 

On Saturday morning, approximately 4 AM, my sleep was disturbed by the sound of my sister's roaring laughter. She had such a gleeful and genuine laugh that could not be mistaken with anyone else's. I got up and paced to my window. I opened the blinds to see my sister standing next to her boyfriend outside his car. 

She had been out all night. I knew that because I was monitoring her movements. I had been doing that for months now. 

She looked so happy: laughing, kissing him... My heart bled out on the spot. As they were giggling about something, Brooke gazed up to my window, and I was sure she spotted me. I swiftly looked away and returned to my bed. I lit up my pipe and ruminated on this whole thing. I could still hear their laughter and even their kissing from my bed. They were too loud for my capable ears not to notice. 

Enough was enough. I knew when I needed to finally back down. She was never going to forgive me, and we would never have any relationship, romantic or otherwise. Certainly, she was aware that she was deeply hurting me with this behavior, and yet she didn't hold back. It sounded as if she was raping him out there. It was time for me to acknowledge that she sincerely hated me. 

It was still Saturday, but now it was night, and the first day in months I hadn't called, texted, or emailed her. I knew it would be easier for her if I stopped. It was surly easier for me. Being ignored and rejected on a daily basis wasn't doing any good to my battered psyche. 

That night, I finally went out to a bar with my friends. Four months I hadn't gone out with them, but it was now time for me to try to salvage whatever I could of my broken heart. After a couple of drinks, I was beginning to feel better, more confident, less aching... My friends and I were sitting at our table having a great time. 

A few had girlfriends now, but they were easy going and were trying hooking me up with friends of theirs, which I didn't mind so much as my confidence was at an all-time low, and my ego was bruised beyond recognition. My prick had been barely functioning for months, so that was going to be a problem with meeting girls, but I needed to first come to the bridge before thinking how to cross it. 

As I was walking to the restroom to empty my beer brimming bladder, I was shocked to see that my sister was also at the bar, sitting at a table with her newest boyfriend and a large group of friends, Veronica included, which astonished me. Brooke apparently had forgiven her, though I had no clue about that. 

The first time I was out in months, and Brooke had to go out to the same bar as I did... I was clinically depressed by now. The fact that Veronica was also present didn't help, either. Veronicas' boyfriend was sitting next to her, although both she and Brooke weren't paying much attention to their dates as they were gazing back at me. I instantly looked away and proceeded to the restroom, which had quite the line outside of it. 

"Nice to see you, too." 

I turned around to see Veronica standing in line behind me. 

"Um..." 

"Very elegantly put." She shot me a look. 

I turned back around, giving her my back. 

"Oh that's nice... Classy." 

I pivoted around to face her. "I genuinely don't know what to say or how to act." 

"Well, how about... 'Hi, Veronica, you look good. By the way, I'm sorry for playing you, ignoring you, and hurting you.' That could be a start." 

"You do look good although I plead not guilty on the playing you count." 

"And here comes the jury with a verdict: Guilty." 

"I'm sorry you feel that way; however, I'm glad to see that you didn't lose your best friend after all." 

"No thanks to you." 

I nodded. "Guilty as charged." I took a few steps up the line. "Does my sister know you're talking to me?" 

"Indeed she does. She was the one who encouraged me to go to the bathroom now." 

"Oh..." 

I tried working out what it meant for me that Brooke wanted for Veronica to talk to me. 

"So, are you going to take advantage of this rare meet and explain to me why you in fact weren't playing me?" 

"Veronica, I told you I was—" 

"Yeah, damaged; I remember... But I thought we had something, Josh. I could have sworn I felt something from your end, as well... I must have been really off, ah? I bet you were laughing your ass off, seeing that I had made a complete fool out of myself while risking losing my best friend in the process." 

I kept my back to her. "Why are you saying this? I care about you, Veronica; I'm not that kind of a guy. I didn't want to hurt you, and look how great things have turned out for you: you've got your best friend back, you have a boyfriend..." 

She bitterly chuckled. "Fairytale ending, isn't it, Josh?" 

"Sure seems like it." 

"I have a question for you, and I want you to be truthful with me this time: Were you feeling something?" 

"What good will it do to—" 

"I wanna know. Can you respect me with an answer? Or are you going to treat me now like you did four months ago: Like garbage." 

"Jesus, Veronica, your couldn't be more off about how I treated you." 

"You're stalling... Why can't you answer me?" 

I swiveled to face her. "The truth?" 

"And nothing but." 

I sighed. "I might have felt something. Not a lot, but there was probably something there. You can take comfort in knowing that that was the most I've felt for any girl the last year, excluding that girl." 

She seemed upset by my answer. 

"You son of bitch..." 

"What now?" 

"I knew you felt something, but you were trying your hardest to convince me I was imagining it! God, you're such a... piece of shit!" 

I turned back to face the long line to the bathroom. 

"Yeah," I sighed. "I've been told that once or twice." 

She pulled me by my arm to face her again but said nothing. 

"I am so sorry," I said, shaking my head. 

"Then why? We had something going, something really good... Why?" 

"Because I... I couldn't risk losing that girl, not while there was still a chance for me to get her, and you... you were getting too close." 

"Oh my god," she said, gawking at me in bafflement. "You're way more damaged than I thought..." 

"Yeah... It was good seeing you, Veronica. I think I'll go later." 

"You stay put!" She pushed me back. "This is really fucked up, Josh, what you just said... I was getting too close?!" 

I shook my head, looking away. "Christ... You can't possibly understand. Don't even try." 

Her piercing blue gaze chained mine for more than a spell. "That something... is it still here?" 

"Forget about—" 

"Josh?!" 

"It's not important because she is still here." 

"Which means it's still here." 

I looked away. 

"Jesus... It is still here." 

"Veronica, stop this. What are you doing? You have a boy—" 

"I'm not going to dump him for you, don't worry. I'm just... speechless. You're admitting to feel something for me, and you're so afraid that I might actually be able to make you fall in love with me... That's more damaged than damaged. That's really sad, Josh." 

"What can I say? I'm a sad person. Good luck, Veronica. I truly wish you all the best." I started walking back to my table. 

"For the record, Josh, I can make you fall in love with me, and you're letting me go... is the biggest mistake you will ever make in your sad life." 

I painfully nodded. "I know." 

I returned to my table, said goodbye to my friends, and evacuated from the premises. That chat with Veronica had unsettled me. A part of that was because I was afraid that she was right: that I would lose both her and Brooke in the end, that I did just make the biggest mistake of my life. 

It was now painfully clear to Brooke, Veronica, and me that Veronica seemed to have an influence on me that Shannon had never had. I did feel something for her, however miniscule that something was compared to what I was feeling for my sister. 

Seeing Brooke there with her boyfriend had crushed me completely. I felt like crying when I walked past her table, watching them kissing as I left. I was willing to do anything for her. I even rejected Veronica, who might have been my only hope to ever escape this incest nightmare, and how did she repay me? By sucking on her boyfriend's tongue in front of me. 

But I didn't want to let Brooke go. I was so crazy in love with her, and I wanted nothing more than for her to want me back. I had already accepted that I would never have a normal life. My normal life had ended the moment we fell in love. I could never be ok with her being with another guy. Never; even so, it seemed I had no choice in the matter. 

*** 

I entered my home and turned on the lights in the living room. Our parents were once again away for the weekend to a resort with friends. Now that Brooke and I were adults, our parents were making up for all the years they had stayed home and had missed out on gatherings etc. It became common practice for them to desert us during the weekends. 

I dragged my feet to the kitchen and got me a beer. I then sat in the living room and tried to think of where to go from here. Not only did Brooke move on, but she was doing everything in her power to prove that to me, and I wasn't willing to take my chances with Veronica, nor was I going to hurt their relationship in any manner. 

I needed some time off; off everything. I spontaneously decided I was going to pack a suitcase and go on vacation somewhere far... maybe Maine. That should be far enough. Upon returning from my holiday, I was going to move out. I couldn't live in the same house with Brooke any longer. 

I went up to my room, put some music on, and started packing. As I was halfway through, I felt a weird vibe, and at that exact moment, my phone vibrated. I picked it up and saw that I had a text from my sister, the first in maybe four months, "What's with the suitcase?" 

I looked back over my shoulder. Brooke was at the doorway. 

I walked to my computer and turned down the volume before we locked eyes for at least a minute. It was such a powerful and charged moment. My heart was racing watching my sister in her short black dress and high heels, loose hair draping down her back, makeup sexier than ever... She was so inconceivably ravishing. I couldn't look away. 

"So where are you going?" 

It was the first sentence she uttered to me in four months. 

I snapped out of it and resumed packing. "I don't know yet." 

She sashayed into my room. "When will you be back?" 

"I haven't decided that, either." 

I laid the stack of shirts I had readied beforehand in my suitcase. 

She strode to my window. "You haven't called today. You haven't texted... and I don't assume you have another one of those cheesy love letters waiting for me somewhere in here." 

"What do you want?" I pointedly asked, keeping myself busy with my suitcase. 

"So now you don't want to talk anymore? After months of begging me to—" 

"What do you want?" 

She shot me a condescending look. "Well, if you're acting like that, I might as well leave." She scooted to my door. 

I ignored her, turned up my music, and focused back on my suitcase. 

A few seconds later, my music died down. Brooke was back in my room next to my computer glaring at me. 

"You've got some nerve, Josh. You're ignoring me?! You should kiss both of my feet for even—" 

"Get out," I chimed in, firing back a look of my own. "Don't say another word, just... get out." 

She stared at me in bewilderment. "What the fuck is wrong with you? You've been harassing me for months, and when I—" 

"You have made your point, and I'm not willing to entertain you anymore, Brooke. So if you don't mind, I'm packing my suitcase, and assuming you're done dissing me, you know your way out." 

"I wasn't dissing you." 

"Oh? Then what were you doing?" 

"I was—" She sat in my chair and began loading tobacco into my pipe. "Point taken." 

"What are you doing here anyway?" 

"I didn't feel well, so I cut my night short." 

"And I'm sure your boyfriend ate it up. I meant to ask: Why are you really here?" 

Her gaze lingered on me for a moment before she lit up my pipe. "I wanted to talk to you." 

I opened my closet to get my briefs. "I'm all ears." 

She took a few drags. "Why didn't you call today?" 

"Because... I finally realized I was too late. I'm in your way... and in mine." 

"In yours?" 

I looked at her, insulted. "Yeah, I'm a living person, too. I should move on just like you did." 

"Move on to where?" 

"I don't know yet. First I'm going on a long vacation. When I get back, I'll be moving out... and we'll see from there." 

"You're moving out?" 

I nodded while cramming into my suitcase what was left on my bed. "Us living together isn't doing any good to either of us. I'll get out of your way, and you wouldn't need to see or speak to me anymore, and I'll be able to try getting back my life on track." 

She quietly smoked my pipe while I lit up a cigarette and finished my beer. 

"So that is how much you love me: Four months. That's your... immortal love for me." 

"I will love you forever, Brooke, but you don't want me; you made it very clear. You've been going out with so many guys that I can't keep track anymore, and it hurts. What the eye doesn't see, the heart doesn't grieve over." 

She smirked in smugness and smoked some more. "I want a beer. Go get me a beer." 

I went downstairs and returned with two beers. I handed her one, and she started drinking without even thanking me. 

"I bet you were surprised seeing Veronica and me at the same table." 

I bobbed my head. 

"I forgave her a couple of months ago. I couldn't stay mad at her when she was so... hurt by you." 

"I'm sorry to hear that, though I'm happy you forgave her." 

She took another drag and examined my pipe. "You two had an interesting talk, I hear." 

I kept quiet. 

"Yeah... Apparently, Veronica might have been able to get you to fall out of love with me." 

"She might have." I took a healthy sip. 

"She still wants you, Josh. If you give her a call tonight... she's yours." 

"What are you doing? What is this?" 

"Nothing. I'm just... handing you some inside information. What's wrong with that?" 

I got up and placed my suitcase next to the door. "Well, Brooke, I appreciate this friendly stopover; nevertheless, I have a plane to catch. It's time for you to leave." 

"So you don't want Veronica?" 

"With all due respect to your 'inside information', you didn't tell me anything I didn't already know. I don't want Veronica. I thought I made it clear by now." 

"Then who do you want?" 

"I don't think I want anyone anymore. I wanna be alone. That's what I want." 

"So you don't want me anymore?" 

"I want the old Brooke, the one I fell in love with. Not this... whatever persona you've assumed in recent months. This Brooke isn't doing it to me." 

"I am what you made me, Josh. If you cared about me and treated me with the respect and love I deserve, I wouldn't have become this... persona." 

"And I am so very sorry for how I treated you as I conveyed through every possible mean of communication in past months. But you don't seem to want to forgive me. You just wanna make me miserable, and that tells me that it's time for me to move on." 

"You deserve to feel miserable. You fucked my best friend." 

"Yes, I did. I still think it was justified, seeing that you insisted convincing me that you've been penetrated in all your holes and was sweating cum." 

I drank from my beer while she was pondering to herself. 

She placed my pipe on the desk. "Maybe I just need time... to think." 

"What are you saying here?" 

"I don't know, but if you give up on me now... you will never know, either." 

I shook my head. "This is exactly what I'm talking about. The old Brooke would have never said something like that — vague and vicious. I'm not going to keep feeding your already massive ego any longer." 

"Then I guess you don't deserve me after all." 

"No, I don't. I deserve better. Much better. Now leave." 

"Don't tell me—" 

"Get out. I don't want to talk to you anymore, I don't want to see you anymore, and frankly, I genuinely don't want anything to do with you anymore. I may have made mistakes, but I never took pleasure in hurting you. Never. But what you're doing now... that's just plain evil." 

She kept still in my chair although now she looked a bit rattled. 

"I told you to get out," I said with a glare. 

"I heard you the first time." 

"Then what's the hold up?" 

She didn't reply. She just kept staring at me with her beautiful hazel eyes that now seemed to had been taken by a storm. 

I paced to my chair and yanked her to a standing position. "Out." 

She struck an aching pose and darted to the exit, but then, she abruptly halted at the threshold, her hands reaching for the doorframe. 

"Fuck," she sighed, turning around. "Josh, I'm—" 

"I don't care. Out." 

"Stop kicking me out! Listen to me!" 

"Do it quick." 

"I'm... I'm sorry. Ok? I took it too far, and I'm sorry. I never meant... for this persona to exist that long, but it felt so good to see you—" 

"Hurting?" 

She shook her head in ache. "—courting me, wanting me... You never once let me feel like that, like I'm that special to you, and I just loved feeling like that... like I'm the most important thing in the world to you, like I'm the only thing that matters to you...I got addicted." 

"I was going to make you feel like that forever. I said so in my letters. You needed not to torture me." 

She nodded. "I'm sorry." 

"Apology accepted. Goodbye, Brooke." 

I whirled around and walked to my desk. 

"I love you, Josh." 

My heart jerked in reply; nonetheless, I ignored her and lit up another cigarette before shutting down my computer. 

"Did you hear me?" she timidly said, taking a step closer. "I love you." 

I turned to face her. "No, you don't. If you'd loved me, you wouldn't have treated me like that. It's just like you said: You love being courted. I get that, and I'm sure your current boyfriend—" 

"I love you! Don't tell me how I feel! I was out of control, and I'm so sorry! But you gotta know that I love you, Josh... You got to." 

"I can't handle this right—" 

"Do you wanna know why I'm really here?" 

"Why are you here?" 

"I'm here 'cause... I got scared when you didn't call or text today. I was afraid you were giving up on me." 

I took a drag and thought to myself. "Veronica, why did you tell her to go talk to me?" 

"I was... I was testing you. I needed to reassure myself that you want me and not her. That you're willing to do anything... for me." 

"You knew I was going be there, didn't you? It wasn't a coincidence that we ran into each other... You knew." 

She nodded. "Jim and I are friends on Facebook, and he posted earlier this evening that you were finally joining them, so I called Veronica, and..." 

She left out the rest. 

"I see... So what now?" 

"I will tell you, but I need you to forgive me first." 

"I don't know." I looked at her in tears and tried steadying my shaking vocals. "You were pretty brutal with my heart... like it was nothing." 

Tears sprang to her hazel eyes as her lower lip quivered. "I know." 

I took a couple more drags and looked out my window, wiping off the few tears that flowed down my cheeks. 

"Josh, please... I love you so much. Please forgive me." 

I put out my cigarette a moment later and turned to look at her. "Let's... assume I forgive you. Your move." 

"Are you invested in me?" She wiped off her tears. "Do you love me like I love you?" 





Siblingly Binding Ch. 07



"I love you more than life itself, Brooke." 

She nodded and gave her upper lip a soft lick. She then slipped her right arm out of her shoulder strap and repeated it with her left. She let go of both straps simultaneously, and her black dress plummeted to drape around her narrow waist. 

My sister was standing at my doorway with her upper torso exposed, save her breasts, which were cupped in a sexy black lace push-up bra that I hadn't seen before. Her toned tummy and naval piercing had my cock twitching in an instant. 

"Then it's time for you to prove it, Josh." 

I looked into her eyes flooded with my vast love for her before whispering the words she had been longing to hear for almost a year, "I'm ready." 

She nodded and slowly strode to me. "There is no going back from this. It's siblingly binding. Once you take me... you're mine forever. No matter what." 

"That goes the same for you." 

"Trust me, I'm not the one we should be worrying about." 

"It sure hell isn't me." 

She grinned. "What about mom and dad, Josh? Are you ready to bump heads with them? Mind you, there is only one right answer here." 

"I never did care much for that old bastard of a couple." 

She giggled. "Good answer... The right answer." 

She stopped next to me and guided her right hand to my neck, gently caressing me with her long fingernails. 

My skin was covered with goosebumps all over and my heart was racing. "Brooke, baby..." 

"Are you truly ready for this, Josh? For this life we're going to start? Together?" 

"I've been dreaming about this moment for so long... I am so fucking ready." 

Her hazel eyes didn't stray from mine as her hands reached for the front hook of her bra. Unhooking her bra was hustle free as erotic; even so, she kept holding each cup closer to her breasts, scoping my eyes for the obvious. 

My cock further swelled with each tease of her cups. She was playing with me a bit because she could see the effect it had on me. She made it look as if she was going to take off her bra, only to readjust a second later. She kept sliding her cups up and down, sideways, flashing a bit of skin and covering back, pushing her tits together to force them to pop up. 

Throughout her tit tease, she remained focused on her bosom with the occasional glimpse at me, estimating the degree of pain I was in from watching her tantalizing me. She lowered her right cup just to expose the rim of her areola, glanced up to see me drooling, and covered herself back only to repeat it with her left breast. 

She drove me mad, and her self-content smirk gave away her knowledge of that, as well. Although clearly in pain, I didn't interrupt her tease. It was just the way she was, and that was never going to change. My sister was a sexy girl who knew how to tap into her feminine powers to bring a man down to his knees. She certainly knew how to get this man kneeling down. 

She lowered her cups once again until both of her areolas were fairly visible. She looked into my eyes, and finally, she released her grip. Her black lace bra was tossed on the floor, setting free her pale, chubby twins that could make a guy cry.  

Her lean arms enveloped my neck as she stared into my eyes. Her eyes weren't playful anymore, only tearful. "I missed you so much, sweetie." 

My gaze slowly climbed from her perfection of breasts up to her pouty lips. "You have no idea..." 

*** 

As soon as our lips touched, my tongue forced its way into her mouth, just like it had been aching to do for the past months. My sister was kind enough to stretch her mouth wide, so I could feast on the palatable fluids she called her spit. I was out of control. I wasn't making love to her mouth; I was devouring her with no respect to how my sister wanted to be kissed. I was too thirsty, too frustrated, and too mouthsick to care if she approved of my raping approach. 

Luckily, Brooke missed me just as I missed her. Her tongue sledgehammered mine into gravel before entering my mouth and claiming ownership over my cavity. She flicked at my tonsils twice and dove deep to lick them in famine. I held her tighter to me, and she fastened her grip on my neck in reply. Months of longing for each other had put a lot of strain on the both of us, and now it was time to let loose and to prove that not only our love for each other had not faded, it intensified. 

Our kiss sought to do just that, and after the initial few minutes of heavy artillery, the pace was gradually weakening to the point where we only caressed each other, slowly lapping and tangling, even though our death grip over one another hadn't softened one bit. I could have kept kissing her like that forever had I not felt her salty tears trickling down her cheeks and into my mouth. 

"What's wrong, my love? Why are you crying?" 

She ran her fingers through my hair. "I just love you so much. I just missed you so much... I just can't believe that the torture is now over, that we're finally going to be together like I... like I always knew we will." 

I kissed her tears. "I missed you so bad I thought I was dying, baby. I can't go through this again." 

"You won't, my love. I will never let you suffer like that ever again." 

She penetrated my mouth, and I was drenched in her saliva in seconds. 

We lost sense of time the more we kissed; however, my sister was still very much aware that while she was topless for me, I was not. She reached for my shirt and tugged it up, and I raised my arms in the air, so she could get rid of this fine example of Chinese cotton that was in our way of feeling each other's skin. 

Once my chest was also bare, her arms enveloped my neck, and her feet got off the ground, so her legs could engulf my waist. My sister was wrapped around me as our kiss continued to grow in power and emotion. Her supple mounds were pressed against my skin, and her nipples hardened the more they grazed mine. I could feel her heartbeats against me, and surely, she could feel me back. 

Our mouths were still making love when her fingers traveled down my back and gently scratched the surface of me. It sent shivers down my spine, and my hands shifted from supporting her slender thighs to grip her shapely butt over her dress. I squeezed and spread her rounded cheeks, reminding myself of how tight yet soft her ass really was. 

I exited her mouth and dealt sensual kisses down her tender neck that its sweet-sour aroma I could never whiff enough of. With a sensual cast of her head to the left, my sister swayed her long hair aside to clear the path for me, and I methodically advanced to her ear, kiss after kiss. Brooke's pace of breathing could not stay indifferent to my lustful treatment, and soon her pants of pleasure tested the room's acoustics to the limit. 

Her ear—that was pierced with a fish hook earring—was as beautiful as any other part of her, and I had her feel how much I craved her with every tug of her delicate earlobe. I tongued her ear canal in tenderness, taking pleasure of her audible panting until my sister gripped my head and leveled my gaze with hers, breathing as if she just finished running the New York marathon. 

"Josh, this is really happening, isn't it?" 

I brushed her hair from her left eye and planted a soft kiss on her succulent lips. "Only if you want it to." 

She stroked my cheek. "I never wanted anything more." 

"Then yes"—I nodded—"it's really happening." 

I entered her mouth and notified her tongue of that, as well. Her tongue then forwarded this information to her mind for further processing, and once the data was fully sorted and analyzed and was shot back to her oral cavity, my tongue began receiving the beat down if its life. 

My sister went asylum crazy on me, and I could barely defend my poor mouth from her ruthlessness. She pulled my hair back and plunked her lips down on my neck to have all of it coated in her saliva in less than seven seconds, licking and sucking as if she had been possessed by a sex spirit. It was really scary... and incredible. 

I paced backwards until I fell on the bed with Brooke straddling me. I cupped her right breast while she was still punishing my neck. The fullness of her tit as it overflowed out of my hand almost made me cum on the spot. She moved to straddle my stomach and fed me both of her chubby mounds. 

I brushed my fingers against her nipples. They weren't going to get any harder than what my ear tonguing escapade had gotten them. They were so erect and protruding that she could probably penetrate a pussy with them if she wanted to. 

She guided her left nipple into my mouth. "Baby, make my tits blue." 

While I was nibbling on the rigid flesh of her sensitive nipple, her lips clung back to my neck and began sucking hard. I knew she wanted to tag me, also, and I let her do whatever she wanted there while I was having my way with her ample breasts and pink buds. 

"Brooke, honey," I moaned, "you're sucking a little too hard." 

Every hickey she gave me, she sucked as forcefully as she could, way longer and harder than what was required to form her love stains. 

"I want my marks to stay on you for at least a month, baby. I want to see them every time I look at you, to know that you're mine now." 

"Believe me, I'm so yours, Brooke." 

She grinned. "Oh yes you are." 

She picked up where she had left off, feverishly sucking on my neck, and I was rewarding her bust with an equal treatment. I pinched her nipple while suckling hard on the other one. 

"Ouch! Baby," she whimpered. 

"Sorry, my love, I got carried away." 

She shoved my mouth back to her right nipple. "It's ok, sweetie; I love it when you get carried away. Don't stop." 

I continued working on her plentiful bust while she kept going strong on my neck. Sometime after, we swapped roles, so now she was molesting my nipples, and I was avenging her neck. I sucked on the lower section of her tender flesh, fully intending leaving her a sizable hickey. She didn't even try to stop me, nor did she care. By the time I was done, her neck was decorated with three large, vibrant hickeys in a deep shade of blue that there was no way she was ever going to be able to conceal. 

Though she made me pay for it. She was torturing me: sucking on my nipples, swirling her tongue at one while pinching and twirling the other, and she wasn't coy, either. She bit my nipples hard and sucked them off almost. 

"Shit! Brooke, honey... you're hurting me." 

"Sorry, sweetie, hang in there; I'm almost done." 

She was sucking on my nipple like a vacuum cleaner. She wasn't pleased until she made it rosy and scarred with her teeth marks. 

I needed to get used to that — to the pain. It was more than clear to me that my sister was kind of a pain junky. She was turned on by pain, and whenever I got overzealous and hurt her a little, it just made her even wilder. And she was giving back just as good as she had gotten. She was rough, and brutal, and merciless, and always kept testing my limits, pushing for more. I was already aware that our sex life was going to be much more violent than anything I had ever experienced. 

Although I too enjoyed—mild—pain being incorporated in bed, I was nowhere nearly as masochistic as Brooke. She could take much more than me, she wanted more, and she was way more turned on by it than I was. 

"God, Brooke, your smell is killing me..." 

She knew precisely what I was talking about as was apparent from her sly grin. "You have no idea how bad I missed you saying that... I'm soaking, baby." 

Her pungent lust discharge was driving me nuts. 

"Christ," I gasped, frustratingly shaking my head, "I'm drinking you like mad after." 

She gave my tongue a quick rub. "You'd better." 

By the time she was done with my nipples, we were both painted like blue spotted Dalmatians. 

I stood back up, lapped in my sister, and took her sweet mouth for an additional spin. She fought to extract her precious feet out of her high heels while they were tossed around my butt. On completion of that arduous task, I put her down and reached for her dress to free my sister from the confinements of clothing. 

Well, almost. Once her dress was pooling on the floor, only her high-waist, black lace panties remained on her. Brooke unbuttoned my khaki pants, removed them, and began feeling my distended cock over my green briefs while I parted her ass cheeks and fondled her tight butt with a not so delicate massage. 

"How's my ass, baby? Do you approve?"She giggled, still stroking my manhood over my briefs. 

"Sometimes you ask the most ridiculous questions. You already know what I think about your ass. Now turn around." 

She pivoted to give me a better view, arching her back and sticking out her ass for the perfect pose. 

I dropped to my knees and tugged down her panties while she swayed her shapely hips from side to side. I opened her up by gripping each of her cheeks and pulling hard sideways, thanking whoever for my good fortune. I stared, bewitched, at her smooth, bare ass while groping it all over, admiring the perfect altitude it was hanging at. 

"Seeing your ass every day is going to make me the happiest and horniest guy on the planet... God, this is perfection." 

"Thank you, Josh," she giggled, ruffling my hair "That's so romantic." 

"How the fuck were you born so fucking hot?" I genuinely reflected. 

"And only you are ever going to enjoy me. Doesn't it feel good, baby? Knowing that?" 

"It feels good, honey," I sighed in bliss. "It feels real good." 

I started licking her ass while keeping her cheeks heavily parted, and my sister glued my head to her juicy butt and was softly whimpering whenever I was approaching her ass crack, although I didn't tongue her there. There were going to be plenty of occasions for me to do that, but this wasn't one of them. 

I rose back up and swiveled her to face me. She closed her legs around me as I picked her up, and we kissed passionately for minutes with her stroking my cock and with me squeezing her tits. I sat her down in my office chair and knelt before her. My sister was fully naked in my chair eagerly awaiting whatever I had in store for her. 

I took her right foot in my hand. It had been too long since I gorged on her groomed feet.Her toenails were painted in bright pink tonight. It was such a subtle paintjob it was almost imperceptible. 

"I know where this is going," she giggled. 

"Brooke, I'm a slave to your feet," I replied, gripped by how appetizing and sexy her feet were. "Literally." 

My sister giggled some more and picked up my pipe. She loaded it with a fresh batch of tobacco and fired it up while stretching her toes for me to suck on. 

"I love how you worship me, Josh. I have to say... I love it very much." 

"I will worship you forever." I sucked on her big toe. "You're perfect." 

She took a drag and blew out the smoke at her feet. "Am I, baby? Am I really?" 

"So god damn perfect," I almost wept, relishing her other four toes. 

Brooke very much liked it when I would suck on her feet, and she made sure I was conscious of that when she seized my hair and forced her foot deeper into my mouth. 

"Suck on it good, Josh. Show me that you love me. All of me." 

I let out a stifled hum and gave her my best, swirling my tongue at her toes, licking the cracks between them, sucking on whatever I could get my lips on, tickling her when I wiggled my tongue at her arch. 

"Josh!" She laughed. "Baby, you're tickling me. Bad, brother... very bad." 

I spared her left foot an equal amount of attention while sneaking peeks at her pussy that was minutes from taking my strained member into it. By now, I was so aroused that I wanted to cum even before going in her; especially, when her excitement kept trickling in my chair, which made for an onerous job to concentrate on her magnificent feet. 

"Josh, lick my leg all the way up to my pussy. Can you do that for me, sweetie?" 

I nodded and began ascending her leg, lugging my tongue along it with an occasional pause to soak it back. I halted at her slender thigh and planted a few kisses there that had Brooke quivering with lust. As I kept soaring up her thigh, my sister took in sharper intakes of breath and her trembling aggravated. 

Seconds later, I reached her dripping pussy and absorbed it into my lungs and eyes. I scoped her thick bush. My sister had a massive triangle sewed to her mound that was colored the same as her hair. It was even thicker and more widespread than I remembered as it covered all of her fatty mound now and was an inch from encroaching on her lips. 

"Honey, your bush looks to be bigger than last I saw it." 

"That's because it is. I like bush." She took another smoke and seemed a bit worried. "Why? You don't like it? Don't make me trim it, Josh." 

"Like it? I adore it. The bigger the better, and yours is so fucking sexy I could cry. Don't ever trim it." I gave her bush a lick and grazed on it. 

"I told you we're perfect for each other," she said, sending a desirous stare my way. 

I caught her lustful stare and fired one back. "Brooke, I want you. Bad." 

She smirked and put my pipe back on the desk. "Even if I'm not a virgin anymore?" 

I felt like someone clapped his hands on my heart. It was painful to say the least. I looked up to meet her eyes, and I couldn't tell what they were withholding. 

"You're... not anymore?" 

"Does it change anything?" she whispered, caressing my cheek. "If you truly love me, it shouldn't." 

She was right, however hurt I was by it. 

"Who was it?" 

She petted my hair. "It doesn't matter. I need you to be ok with this, Josh. That's the only thing that matters." 

I wasn't. 

"Josh...? Sweetheart?" 

"Um... shit," I sighed. "I don't have much choice, do I? I love you, and I want you; that's never going to change. Am I hurt? Yes, but I'll get over it. Someday.Hopefully." 

The more I thought about it the more crushed I was getting. 

"I really appreciate you trying, but you don't look like you're taking it very well, Josh." Her legs enveloped my neck. 

"Um... that's because I'm probably not. Fuck," I sighed. "I can't believe... Fuck." 

"Then I'll tell you what"—she spread her legs wide, placing them on my chair's armrests as if she was at an appointment with her gynecologist—"why don't you take a look inside and see if your friend is still there." 

I looked up to see a huge grin stretching her mouth. 

"Are you playing with me, sis? 'Cause this is no joking matter." 

"There's only one way to tell. Go ahead, take a peek." 

She was giggling when I focused every percentage of my attention on her pussy. I laid a thumb on each of her moist labia and parted them as wide as her narrow slit allowed me. I glimpsed inside my sister before gazing up at her, watching her laughing her heart out. 

"Why?" I glared. "Why the fuck did you think it was a good idea to do that?" 

She was still laughing and had a difficult time settling down. 

"Brooke! This isn't funny!" 

She seemed to find it hilarious as she was not calming down. 

I gave her pussy a good lick along her opening and held her taste in my mouth. I pressed it against my expert palate, the way wine connoisseurs do to grade the quality of the vintage before gulping or spitting it. I, of course, would never spit my baby sister's priceless lust juices. 

It had an exquisite depth with a hint of tart to it, though it was more rounded than tart. It carried a lot of a punch as felt on the finish of it. It easily exceeded the sixty second mark on my palate. It felt exceptionally velvety yet fleshy however odd. Its acidity was spot on for my more daring nature. This vintage was crafted with painstaking attention to details; one of a kind, no doubt. 




Siblingly Binding Ch. 08



I arose the next day to the most appetizing scent in the world: my sister's body odor. Oh, there was also a great breakfast waiting on my desk. I glanced to my right, and Brooke was sitting Indian style peacefully looking at me. She looked so yummy wearing nothing but red cotton panties and one of my blue T-shirts that was way too big on her. Her hair was combed and loose and cascaded down her back like a golden brown waterfall. 

"Good morning, lover," she whispered and leaned to kiss me. 

"Good morning, angel," I replied with a blissful smile. "How long have you been up?" 

Her fingers twiddled with my hair. "Long enough to finish making breakfast, to shower, and to watch you sleeping." 

I smiled groggily. "You're incredible. Do you know that?" 

"I do. I just waited for you to notice." She lay on top of me and kissed me in tenderness. "Last night was absolutely dreamy... The best night of my life." 

"Was it?" I smiled. 

"Don't you know it?" She smiled back. 

"I know it was mine." I planted a soft kiss on her neck. 

"Though this morning is a whole different story." 

"Why? What's wrong?" 

"I'm really sore, and I'm still bleeding; more than last night." 

"Yeah," I sighed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, "that would be me." 

"Ya think?" she pointedly said. 

"Sorry, baby, I just love you so much that I guess I got carried away." 

She chortled. "You guess?" 

I kissed her neck and held her tighter, pressing on her shapely ass to have her covered pussy crushing my morning wood. 

"God, I love you," I whispered in her ear, grinding my erection against her. 

"If you'd loved me, you wouldn't have pounded my pussy with your ginormous cock like you've been fucking me for at least a year." 

"Honey, don't say that. It's because I love you I was pounding your pussy like that." 

"Then I guess you love me too much because there's no way we're going to repeat today even a fraction of what we did last night. I'm really hurting now." 

"I'm so sorry, baby. Please forgive me." 

"I don't know... You were pretty violent. I can barely walk, and it's all because you started raping me, even when I screamed and cried that you were hurting me." 

I genuinely got scared I might have caused her some serious damage. 

"Beautiful, I'm so sorry," I sighed in guilt. "Let's go see a doctor. We'll get you checked out." 

"You'll have to carry me." 

"God, are you serious?!" I rolled her off of me and wore my briefs in urgency. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, Brooke!" I sprang to my feet and started looking for my clothes. "Christ, just let me get dressed, and I'll call a cab, and we'll—" 

I bounced around the room on one foot trying wearing my left sock. 

My sister was laughing so hard I thought she might roll off the bed. 

"What are you laughing about?! Where's my fucking shirt?!" 

"Josh, relax," she giggled. "I was just kidding..." She covered her eyes and continued erupting in laughter. 

"kidding? Jesus," I sighed, "don't laugh about things like that." I slumped onto the bed. "You really scared me now. That's not funny, Brooke." 

She kept going. "It's a little... funny." 

"And here I thought I really did hurt you." I joined her laughing. 

Only she wasn't laughing anymore. "Yeah, I wasn't kidding about that part." 

I stopped laughing. "You weren't?" 

"No, Josh. That was some pretty brutal deflowering, and from my own brother of all people." 

I began hating myself when thinking how rough I had been with her last night. "Fuck... Then what part were you kidding about?" 

"The part that you'll have to carry me." 

"Brooke, I'm so sorry, baby! I'll make it up to you, I swear. Whatever you want! I'll go get you—" 

She started laughing again, infuriating me in the process. 

"What now?!" 

"It's so fucking easy for me... to guilt you... You're adorable." 

Her roaring laughter brought her into tears. 

"Then stop doing that! What a way to wake up a person..." 

She straddled me and kissed me passionately. I kissed her back, and we spent the next twenty minutes tangled, stroking each other's tongues and bodies. 

She pulled out of my mouth grinning. "It just proves to me how much you love me, how much you care about me." 

"I love you more than anything in this world." 

"Then I'm going to be able to guilt you like that forever?" 

I chuckled. "Probably." 

She ceased smiling. "Good." And she sent back her delicious tongue into my mouth. 

*** 

Monday evening, and I was going over potential trades for the next day when my door was opened and shut a second later. I didn't even need to look as I knew it was my sister. We stopped doing that —knocking. Brooke rationalized it by saying that since we were in a relationship now, there was no need of protecting our privacy from one another, and I had to agree that she had a point. Privacy suggests secrecy, and we were way past the point of keeping secrets from one another. 

She hugged me from rear and kissed my neck. "Hey, lover." 

I gave her a rushed kiss. "I'll be right with you." 

She took off her thin shawl that was concealing my bluish love marks and observed me for a spell. 

"How's it going with your trading? Are you able to make money out of it?" 

"Sure, baby; otherwise, I wouldn't be doing it." 

I documented today's trades in my trading journal and spun my office chair to face my sister. She sat on me, and we kissed long and hard. 

"How much do you make there?" 

"I don't know. It depends." I sucked on her neck, where one of my stains was showing early signs of fatigue. "Why the sudden interest in my trading?" 

"Sweetie, now that we're starting a life together, I should know more about what you do, and you should know more about me. Don't you agree?" 

"I agree with whatever those angelic, pouty lips of yours ever utter. How's that for an answer?" 

"A very good one, my love." She tongued me in satisfaction. "So tell me more about your trading." 

"What do you wanna know?" 

"How much money do you have invested, how much money do you make, and so on and so forth." 

"Ok." I whirled around to my computer with Brooke in my lap. "You see that?" I placed the mouse cursor on my account balance. "That's what I'm currently worth." 

"25K?! That's a lot of money, Josh... You made all of this from your trading?" 

"No. I worked for a year, so I could have a decent capital to start from. You can't make serious dough here without bringing a substantial amount of money to start with." 

"So I don't get it. How much do you make? Like monthly." 

"Monthly? I make anything from 7% and up. I'm lately averaging on 10%." 

"Out of what?" 

I brushed my lips against hers. "Out of my capital, silly." 

"Really? You're telling me you're making $2500 a month?" 

"For now." 

"What do you mean for now?" 

"As I'm accumulating the money I earn—I only take out what I need to get by—my capital increases accordingly. So 10% of my what I currently have will not be same next month, when I'll have more." 

"Wow... so you're gonna be rich?! I mean, we're gonna be rich?!" 

"Easy there, honey," I giggled. "It's a process, and a long one. I need to get to 100k to really make big money." 

She pondered for a moment. "You'll be able to make 10K a month by then!" 

"Maybe. If the market doesn't shift too much or become volatile." 

"Don't you ever lose money here? Like taking bad trades or something?" 

"Sure I do. You see? That's my account statistics. I'm currently averaging on 65% success rate. Meaning, out of twenty trades I take, I lose seven of them on average." 

"That also means you're winning thirteen of them. That's a lot, Josh." 

"Yeah, I'm happy about that. I always strive to do better, but that's a pretty good win-lose ratio when you don't know where the market is going, theoretically speaking." 

"I had no idea... If you're able to make 5k, it'll be awesome! Along with my salary, we should have a pretty comfortable life." 

"That's the plan, beautiful. It'll take awhile to get there... but we'll get there, eventually." 

She held my cheeks, grinning. "I love you so much." 

She started kissing me, and she was pretty wild about it. We kept loving each other for ten minutes or so. 

"How was your day, sexy?" I kissed her neck. 

"You'll be happy to know that my boyfriend has now officially become my ex boyfriend, not before crying on the phone, which got me so sad, but I thought of you, and it made it so much easier for me... He'll get over it." 

"That's very good news, sweetheart." I was so relieved. "And how's everything down below?" 

"Not great; still sore; still bleeding... A few more days, sweetie. Trust me, I want it to go away no less than you. I've been hankering for your monster cock in my pussy all day." 

"That's too bad...'cause I'm really tense," I whispered suggestively. 

"Are you really," she giggled her comprehension. "Well, spending so many hours in front of this screen will do that to you." 

"I don't suppose you have any suggestions for me to"—I shot her an obscene look—"unwind?" 

"Actually, I do. I hear that a nice stroll in the open air can do wonders." 

I chuckled. "Thanks for the tip, though I had a very different idea in mind. Care to guess?" 

"How many guesses do I have?" She slyly grinned. 

"One." 

"Well, in that case... does it involve me sucking your cock and swallowing your sweet cum?" 

"It's like you can read my mind..." I groped her left tit and gave it a few good presses. 

"I told you we're perfect for each other." 

She started nibbling on my neck while stroking my dick over my pants. 

I picked her up, threw her on the bed, and pulled out my cock. "Do your thing, baby. You don't know how much I've missed your throat." 

"You don't know how much my throat has missed you." 

She smiled and stroked my cock while on all fours, and I was standing in front of her thanking whoever for my good fortune. 

"Brooke, baby... god, I missed you. You're the best cocksucker in the world." 

She bobbed her hand on my shaft as her tongue swirled at my slit. "So I'm told." 

Her lush lips engulfed my cock head and sucked hard before she yanked me out with a booming pop. 

"Fuck," I sighed in admiration and pleasure. 

She slowly tugged at my tip. "I bet I can make you cum in less than two minutes." 

"You're good, baby, but you're not that good. Don't get cocky, just get my cock." 

I chuckled, admiring my excellent quip, before moaning a second later, when my sister began gliding me into her oral passageway. 

She took me out. "A minute-thirty, and I'll be having my dinner. Mark my words." 

She opened her mouth wide and slowly slid my cock in until there was nothing left to slide. My metal hard prick was lodged in my sister's throat, and Brooke wasted no time. With one hand lightly squeezing my testicles and with the other on my shaft, she began avidly bobbing her head, her obese lips grinding me tightly. 

She sucked me deep, hard, and fast, taking all of me time after time down her gullet and only occasionally drawing me out to swirl her tongue at my slit or to mix it up with a few licks on my shaft. 

She was sucking me so fast that her spit began foaming on her lips before dripping down my pole. She was drooling like a bitch with rabies. She kept ramming me into her, hitting the bent of her throat with zero care for her own well being. The urgency of her sucking approach extorted inarticulate, guttural noises from her that further stressed how lewd her cock-sucking efforts really were. 

My sister was the mother of all cocksuckers. She was absolutely the best in the business. My balls started swelling, and I couldn't believe how fast and deep she was sucking me in and out of her mouth and how rapidly I was building my orgasm. 

She attempted at whimpering with her head undulating on half of my engorged prick. She was doing absolutely everything for me to get even more excited, which worked quite spectacularly. She skidded out my cock and worked fast strokes while wiggling her tongue at the head. 

"Forty-five seconds," she panted before shoving me down her throat with her head rippling in frenzy. 

After five seconds of intense bobbing, she glided me out to spit on my slit and jammed me back in her warm mouth, blowing me with a sense of immediacy. She ground me out and tugged fast at my tip while sucking hard on the side of my pole. 

"Cum, baby... Cum in my mouth. I want you to cum hard." She sucked me halfway in, quickly bobbed her head twice, and pulled me out again to tug harder at my tip. "You don't even know how bad I'm gagging to swallow your jizz... I bet you're dying for me to deep-throat you as you're cumming." 

Her hand swiftly spiraled up and down her brother's shaft as she gazed up into my eyes, begging for me to fill her up. She kept her mouth wide open, awaiting my cum, yet inexplicably, I was reluctant to cooperate; however, my sister was nothing if not determined and resourceful. 

"Fuck my mouth like the bitch I am." 

She swallowed me whole and rocked my ass back and forth to encourage me to fuck her. 

The temptation was too great, so I pulled her hair and pounded into her mouth, feeling the curve of her throat every time I smote it. I kept fucking her mouth while she kneaded my balls, and before I knew it, I was seconds from spurting, and she felt that as well. She sucked me out and rolled her tongue under my cock head while tugging at it fast. 

"Baby, cum on my tongue," she panted. "I'm so hungry..." She whimpered excessively. "I want my fucking dinner!" 

Her whorish talking and superb performance were too much. I shot the first rope onto her tongue, and Brooke reacted quickly and shoved all of me into her mouth to receive further ropes. 

As I was clogging my sister's throat and shooting down her supper, I pinned her harder to my groin to have her fat lips cling to my pubes. She squeezed my balls to force a harder burst and swallowed every drop of semen that was fired into her until I came no more. She slowly ground me out and worked her expert hand like a piston, squeezing tight from base to slit. She sucked my cum leftovers and gently kissed my piss slit. 

"God, that was so tasty..." She gave her puffy lips a dirty lick. "Though I think I'm gonna suck you again later since I didn't even get the chance to have some fun with your cock. You came fast, baby," she giggled. 

"You're unbelievable," I said in between labored breaths. "Simply unbelievable." 

*** 

The next few days were quite challenging as my sister needed to conceal her hickey stained neck while closely working with our mother. I had it much easier since I wouldn't exit my room when our parents were home. Sleepovers had become the norm, and not admiring Brooke's contagious smile when I would fall asleep or arise was a rarity. We couldn't stay apart now. 

Brooke's deflowering was still taking its toll on us since she was still sore, days later, even though she ceased trickling blood; however, it had proven to be a lesser inconvenience than what either of us had initially thought it would since aside from making love, we possessed a heap of exciting methods of pleasuring one another. 

And to pleasure one another we did, in every way we could think of. My testicles had been drained twice a day, and my sister, although sore, was still able to climax multiple times on my lips and tongue with no complications. Sexually, we easily kept each other satisfied and content. 

However, what my sister and I shared was so much more than just a sexual relationship. Brooke completed me in every aspect I could think of. She matched me intellectually—if not surpassed me—and would cater to every of my emotional needs with such devotion and care, and I would attempt at reciprocating with all of my heart. 

I was in love with my sister. Bad. I was in love with everything about her. Whenever she was away, I would be missing her terribly, so much so that my trading began to suffer as she constantly occupied my mind, and I had a sense that she was feeling the same: calling in sick a couple of days, so we would spend every awaken moment together; incessantly texting about her love for me; pampering me with small romantic presents. 

It was so depressing; because while being in love and being loved back was a feeling that was second to none, being in love with a sibling didn't come without its price. A heavy price. Lack of public affection, illegal, and by many — immoral, were just a few of its perks; even so, I had come to accept that my life, our lives, would always be different, and as the days went by, I was less and less bothered by it. 

It was too late for me to back down now anyway. My baby sister had me captivated by my heart, cock, mind, and soul, like a fish hooked by its mouth. I couldn't get away from her even if I wanted to. Right or wrong, our lives and future were now firmly intertwined together with no chance to ever unbind. 

*** 

"Hi, sweetheart. I want us to have dinner together somewhere nice. Come to the flower shop at 8. I love you. : ^*" 

It had been almost two weeks now since that incredible night, and I couldn't help grinning as I read her text. I was missing her from the moment I opened my eyes and couldn't wait to see her again. 

"Hi, do you know where Brooke is?" 

"Who's asking?" 

"Her brother." 

"Oh, so you're Josh! Nice to finally be able to put a face to a name." 

"Yeah, I haven't come here in awhile; or at all," I giggled. "Um, I don't think I caught your name." 

"Kelly." She smiled. 

"Nice to meet you, Kelly. So I'm assuming you've been working here for awhile." 

"Why are you assuming that?" 

"From the way you seem to know me." 

"I haven't been here that long; I started two months ago. It's just that your awesome mother talks about you and quite often." 

"Yeah?" I giggled. "Well, don't believe everything you hear." 

"So far, she was spot on—from what I can see." She giggled in coyness. 

"Um... I hope it isn't a bad thing." 

"No, it's not a bad thing. Not at all." 

"Good to know." I smiled. "Because there are many bad things about me, but I don't think you can notice that just by looking at me; for that, you'll need to dig deeper." 

"So what are you saying here? Do you want me to dig deeper?" 

"No," I giggled. "Let's leave with you a, hopefully, good first impression." 

"Oh it's good... very good first impression even." 

"Cool." I smiled. "So, have you seen my sister somewhere around here?" 

"She's not in her office?" 

I shook my head. "Checked there already." 

"Maybe she's at the back. 

"I'll give it a try. By the way, where's my mother?" 

"She's done for the day; she left an hour ago. Well, I'm off. Your sister doesn't need me anymore." 

"Alright. Have a great night." 

I started walking to the back. It was a midsize shop placed at the city's business district. My mom did very well for herself, and her business had really blossomed since last I saw it. It was aesthetically pleasing with countless of flowers and ornamental plants of all sizes, shapes, and colors, and she had several employees at her disposal. It was a distinctly fleshed out floral business. 

I contemplated whether my mother was able to make a substantial income. She might have, although we lived pretty humbly, and I never got a sense of obscene abundance around the house; then again, my parents could just be really cheap. 

Brooke was our mother's right-hand and was the boss whenever our mother was absent. She started out with helping employees such as Kelly with all the floral chores: setting up flower arrangements for weddings, pre-arranging flower bouquets etc. When our mother had felt that she was educated enough, she promoted her accordingly. 




Siblingly Binding Ch. 08



Brooke took over mom's office and would strictly handle the business side of things. It worked out very well for them both since our mother was a hands-on type of woman, and she enjoyed the craft as she was a florist at heart. She despised handling the business side, and as a result, would rarely do. 

My sister was essentially the one who was calling the shots and making the important decisions, such as haggling with vendors, negotiating with bigger clientele, supervising shipments and orders etc. Although very young, Brooke was shrewd and analytic and ran a tight ship, and under her dominion, the flower shop quickly increased in profitability much to our parents' joy. 

"Brooke...? Is there anyone here? Brooke?" 

After receiving no answer, I pivoted back to the shop. A second later, my view was obstructed by a pair of soft, scented hands that covered my eyes from the back. 

"Guess who," the sweetest of voices whispered. 

"Really? We're really gonna do this?" 

"Indulge me." 

"Fine... Mom?" 

"Josh!" She laughed. 

I took off her hands and rotated to face her. "I don't need to guess, baby. I can smell your sensational odor from a mile away." 

She wrapped her arms around my neck and slyly grinned. "Can you now..." 

I enveloped her slim waist. "Believe it." 

She batted her eyelashes in bashfulness. "Did you miss me today?" 

My sister knew all of my weaknesses and knew them well. Whenever she would put on that naive, vulnerable look on her face, she would, in essence, put a leash on my heart. She could simply do whatever with me. 

I took a quick peek over my shoulder, and after verifying we were alone, I held her tighter and dove to kiss her in famine. Her soft lips melted like butter against mine and parted in an instance to allow me to feast on her toothsome saliva. I entered her mouth and ran laps around her tongue, and she was more than happy to play along. We gulped each other in a brief yet steaming-hot kiss, struggling to disengage. 

I ran my fingers through her long hair. "Does that answer your question?" 

"I missed you so fucking much I could die." 

"Same here, honey. Your pretty face was the only thing I could think about." 

"Was it really, baby?" she asked in between a trail of sensual kisses she honored my neck with. 

"When are you going to stop with this? Questioning me?" 

"I'm not questioning you! I just love it when you say nice things to me, that's all." 

She puckered her lips and looked down to the floor. 

I lifted her chin. "Don't do that, darling. You know you're breaking my heart with that pout." 

She kept pouting. "It's just that... I don't feel you missed like I missed you. It hurts." 

"Brooke, baby, if I missed you anymore, I would kill myself. Stop with this." 

She kept her pout on. 

I sighed. "Honey, I'm sorry, ok? You're right. I'll—" 

She burst out laughing, but I wasn't mad. She liked playing with me, and I had neither the will nor the strength to resist her. She could simply do whatever with me. 

"God, you're amazing," she giggled. "I love it that I can guilt you like that." 

"I know you do." 

"Sorry, sweetheart, I'll make it up to you," she cooed. "Let me just get my things, lock the place, and we'll go eat somewhere beautiful. I have a surprise for you." 

"What surprise?" 

"Patience is a virtue..." 

I chuckled. "Fine. Lead the way." 

Watching my sister shaking her shapely booty so provocatively as she slunk to the front of the shop already had my genitalia twitching in my jeans. She looked extra seductive today, wearing a miniskirt and high heels paired with a revealing blouse. I couldn't wait to get her alone and rape... whatever body part of hers I was in the mood for today. 

"Honey, what is this?" I asked, halting next to a purple, fleshy plant. 

She flipped the open close sign on the door, locked it, and strode to me. 

"Sempervivum Purple Passion." 

I shot her a quizzical look. "Ah?" 

She giggled. "Just call it Purple Passion." 

"What is it?" 

"A succulent." 

I chuckled. "Just like your lips." 

"Yes, baby," she giggled back, "just like my lips." 

"And what is that?" I strode to another plant close by. "That's not another succulent, is it?" 

"No, sweetheart. That's an orchid." 

"It's beautiful." 

"It is. Orchids symbolize beauty and seduction. They're pretty expensive." 

I gazed into her big hazel eyes. "That orchid is beautiful, but you are more beautiful and seductive than any orchid out there, and as for cost"—I brushed her hair from her eyes—"you're priceless." 

A subtle glitter could be detected from her eyes when she simpered in bashfulness. "Josh..." 

I crept behind her and lingered on her pretty ear. I blew a faint stream of cool air at it. 

"Tell me more about these plants," I whispered in her ear. 

She gulped before letting out a feeble pant, keeping her gaze at the plants in front of us. 

"Alright," she whispered. "Those are daisies, and they're very popular in—" 

I gave her earlobe a soft lick, just skimming my tongue over it, which resulted in Brooke focusing on her breathing rather than on my botany lesson. 

"You were saying?" 

"Um, that's a... Lily, and uh, it's also—" 

I licked the crease behind her ear with force. 

"Shit," she gasped. "Josh, please..." 

"Keep going," I whispered, enveloping her narrow waist. 

"Um... these are carnations. If you look closely, you can—fuck..." 

That sigh was due to me sucking on her tender neck and planting soft, wet kisses all the way down to her collarbone. 

"Fascinating stuff. Carry on." 

"Josh, baby, please stop." 

"I said carry on." 

She sighed in exasperation. "Those are the roses. As you probably already know—Josh! You're not even listening!" 

I released her earlobe from my clutching lips and quietly whispered, "I'm listening to every word. Don't stop." 

I pushed my hips forward and clung to her tighter, so my sister could feel just how fascinating her lesson had been perceived by my expanding member. I delivered the crease behind her ear a few more potent licks, which instantly aggravated Brooke's trembling and breathing. 

"Josh, what are you doing to me... " She cast her long hair aside with a sharp veer of her head, allowing me to continue nibbling on her scorching neck. "Baby, these are—oh, god..." 

I let go of her neck and whispered, "They're called god?" 

"Sweetheart, you're kill—let's skip dinner and go home." 

"Why?" My tongue penetrated her ear canal as I crushed my distending manhood harder against her ass crack, easily feeling its outlines through her thin miniskirt. "What's the hurry?" 

She shivered with lust and set free the matching whimper that goes along with it. "I wanna give you your surprise, baby." 

"Which is?" 

"Me." 

I stopped tonguing her ear. "You mean... we can finally—" 

"Yes." She tilted her head to me, anxiously smiling. "I'm not sore anymore." 

"That's"—I grinned back—"very good news, baby. Though, unfortunately for you, you haven't finished your lesson yet, and I'm still so thirsty for... knowledge." 

"Oh are you really..." 

She started slowly gyrating her ass against my aching erection, turning the tables on me. 

"Fuck," I gasped. 

"In that case, I might as well finish it... off." 

"Brooke, baby..." 

She kept grinding her impeccable ass against me. "Right here is an Iris. It represents faith and hope." She steered her gaze to me and licked her fat lips. "You do have faith, don't you, my love?" 

She pulled my head to her neck, forcing me to further nibble on her as she looked back at the plants and kept whirling her juicy butt against my bloated prick. 

"I have so much f—fuck..." 

"And hope?" she whimpered. 

She pressed her ass harder against me and arched her back to gyrate with my cock head deeper in her swathed crack. 

"Yes, honey, I have—god," I gasped, "keep going." 

She let out another sexy whimper and accelerated her gyrating. 

"Do you like Lilacs, Josh? Because you can you see from their—" 

I twirled her to face me and kissed her hungrily, raging in her mouth. I picked her up by her thighs, and she instantly wrapped herself around me. I took a few steps forward and plunked her down on the table that had a few bouquets of flowers resting on it, and now, also, my sister's tight ass. 

"Sweetie, please," she whispered, "people will see us." 

"How exactly?" I ran my fingers up her slender thighs. "That wall is kinda in their way." 

We were concealed behind a three feet wide wall that buffered between us and the outside world. 

"But, baby—" 

I lifted her skirt, lapped it up to her tummy, and shot her a lewd look. "I want you, Brooke." 

She fleetingly pondered before shaking her head, frustrated. "Come here." 

I took a step closer, and she started violently unbuttoning my jeans. While she kept herself busy, I cupped her lace covered snatch to feel how hot and wet she had already been for me. 

"Finish your lesson, honey." 

I stormed her neck while she was tenaciously tugging down my jeans and briefs. 

"Did I tell you... about the tulip," she panted, stroking my bare cock. 

"No," I gasped. "I'm dying for you to tell me." 

My lips clung back to her neck and sucked on it in barbarism. 

"The tulip is a tall flower"—she brushed her lace panties aside to reveal her own delicate flower—"and it comes in a variety of colors." She placed my cock against her clit. "One of them is red, just like my panties, baby." 

"Tell me more," I gasped and plunged into her mouth, suckling on her sappy lips with all my might. "Don't you dare to stop." 

I gazed down between her legs and almost exploded just by scent and sight. Her thick golden brown bush was out and about, and her delicate folds were trickling desire on the very edge of the table as my sister spread her legs in the air and was getting ready to be penetrated. 

"Are you going to be gentle with me?" She ran my cock along her pungent slit, coating the head in her thick gravy. "Because I don't wanna wait so much time ever again." 

"Oh my god, I'm going to be so fucking gentle that you will barely feel me," I panted in excitement. "I swear to god, just take me in you already, baby." 

"Josh, sweetheart"—she parted her labia and began splitting herself open with me—"an elephant would have felt you." 

With an arduous gasp, she permitted her succulent plant to suck in my engorged tulip. Her arms were resting on the table as I was cupping her cheek in one hand and keeping her panties out of the way with the other while my dick was making headway into my sister. 

Our lips fused together to form a lovers' kiss that was soaked in our plentiful fluids and vast love. She was just as wet as I remembered, and her velvety lubricants quickly adhered to my cock. Sadly, she was also as tight as I remembered, which again made for an onerous task to plough through her. 

"Oh god, baby, I missed you so much," my sister whimpered. "Please be gentle... Please..." 

"I love you so fucking much, Brooke, that I'm afraid to even throb inside you." 

Some couples are a match made in heaven when it comes to genital compatibility. We were not. I was too big for her, and she was way, way too tight for me. I would need to stretch her for months—if not years—while intensely fucking her multiple times a day to force her unyielding pussy to fit me. 

"Josh, sweetheart, don't move; I'm too afraid. Let me." 

With only a third of my cock stuffing her, my sister locked her feet around my ass, and her arms enveloped my neck. She tightened her grip to skewer herself further and released to skid away. A few careful pulls saw her pussy gaining another couple inches of me, and soon, Brooke had almost three-quarters of her elder brother filling her up. 

During that methodical fucking, I was battling myself not to thrust into her. I never wanted to spear a pussy more than I wanted now. It was painful to say the least. 

"Christ, you feel so good, sweetheart," I panted, caressing her smooth, laboring thighs. 

"You feel so... amazing," she gasped in bewilderment 

"I do?" I was equally perplexed. 

"Oh you do, baby, you do... I think I'm ready to take you all in," she said, surprised, almost second guessing herself. 

"That's the most exciting thing anyone has ever told me." I chuckled, aflutter. 

She giggled back. "You do it, Josh. I know how much you want to." 

I nodded and fired my lips at hers, rioting in her mouth. Her pouty lips clutched my tongue and sucked it dry before she wiggled her slippery flesh at my Adam's apple. 

"Brooke, I'm crazy about you," I moaned, enjoying her wetness, both vaginal and oral. "I love you to death..." 

She released my neck and planted her hands on the surface of the table behind her, locking her arms while leaning back. Her high heel clad feet were still crossed around my butt. 

"Go, baby," she panted. "Put your balls on my bush." 

Still staving off my sister's red lace panties, I held the back of her neck and slowly forced myself in while locking eyes with her. She arched her back, and her gasp for air—although lengthy and audible—was conspicuously one of pleasure rather than hurt. Astoundingly, my sister willed her reluctant pussy to glove me in a perfect snuggle: tight, but just right. 

"Oh my god, you feel incredible!!" I excitedly announced, unprepared for that rush. 

My sister just finished recuperating from that previous gasp while I was delicately stroking inside her, shaking my head in disbelief. 

"You feel fucking sensational!" she belched back and untangled her feet, keeping her legs suspended in the air and bravely accepting all of me inside her. 

"Brooke, I love you more than life, baby..." 

"I love you even more..." She whimpered at the top of her lungs. "I can't believe how good you feel... I just can't fucking believe it." 

Her tender folds were parted to the limit to allow my thickness to infiltrate her, molding so snugly to my stem. Her stimulated clit swelled considerably and dangled so erotically out of its hood, making direct contact with my bloated log as I drifted inside her as deep as the position allowed. The distinct aroma of sex was carried across the flower shop when Brooke's savory pussy kept exuding more of her excitement. 

My sister had the zestiest pussy I had ever tasted or inhaled. It had such a punchy odor to it that I found to be so arousing. I had always been more of an adventurer and relished piquant spices that were able to bombard both my nostrils and palate, and my sister's home-brew was as intoxicating as appetizing. I could sometimes smell her mouth-watering excitement from the other end of the room. I was simply born to respond to it. 

"God, sweetheart, take out your beautiful tits," I panted in bliss. 

I wrapped my free arm around her back as I was stabbing her time and again. Her wetness was felt to a greater extent, now that her tightness allowed more room for it to rinse me. 

Brooke held my neck and propelled her lips forward like a torpedo; they cracked on impact with mine, and her tongue was sent to probe in my mouth. While we kissed in immense passion, she unbuttoned her blouse until she reached her toned tummy. She unhooked her white push bra from the front and pulled out of my mouth with a booming suction of my lips. 

"They're all yours, sweetie. Fuck"—she released a delicious whimper—"I could die now and be the happiest girl on the planet." 

Her ample, fair twins fought their way out of her blouse and gazed at me in anticipation. I reached for her left breast and tried holding whatever I could of its plentiful flesh. My sister had the perfect rack; she really did. My hand was nowhere near to claim her entire plumpness, and her tit overflowed from my hand so alluringly when I pressed harder on its abundance. 

Still fucking my baby sister with love, I clutched her sensor-stacked nipple and brushed my fingers at it, getting it to protrude even more. Brooke jerked and twitched with every twirl and tug of her sensitive projection. My lips plummeted to engulf its hardness, and my tongue swirled at it the second I sucked it out with a gratifying popping sound. 

"Oh my god, Josh, I'm coming," she vigorously whimpered. "I swear to god I'm coming... K—Keep torturing my nipple." 

While twirling her hurting nipple, I mashed our lips together and tongued her all the way in, scraping her tonsils. She guzzled me in thirst, unwilling to except that I was now long vacant of any spit. She began rocking her hips back against me, meeting my extremely gentle strokes in harmony as she was closing fast on her orgasm. I broke our kiss and fastened my grip on her chubby tit to tug at her ruined nipple with my teeth. 

"Fuck!" She whimpered, writhing on the table. "Baby, you're so rough..." 

I was fairly confident that my sister enjoyed that thuggish nibble, and so I kept going, gnawing on her scarred, pink prominence some more and extorting more of those strenuous whimpers of pleasure out of her quivering lips. I could soon feel the moist walls inside of her contracting as her dam was seconds from crumbling. 

Her arms strangled my neck, her feet were locked around me, and with a powerful pull, she launched herself on the table all the way to me, coercing her untrained pussy to swallow a significant number of inches in the process. Her thick bush clung to my pubes as my cock skewered her as deep as it had ever spiked a pussy. 

Brooke gripped my cheeks with both hands and whimpered the birth of her orgasm straight into my forceful kiss. Our tongues and lips made carnal yet fleeting contact, withdrawing only to allow Brooke to whimper some more before she was back wreaking havoc in my mouth. 

Admirably rocking her rookie cunt on the last thousandth of an inch of her brother's cock, she erupted with devastating force, spurting her silky cum in immense pressure, one that I yet to had felt. This was, undoubtedly, the hardest any girl had ever climaxed on my cock. She was gushing so much that I felt I was now fucking heavy water. 

"Josh, I love you so much," she whimpered, tightening her grip on me and relishing her powerful orgasm. "I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you..." 

Brooke was out of control and got very sentimental as tears began trickling down her delicate cheeks. 

"I love you too, baby," I panted, "and you're about to feel just how much." 

Astonishingly, not before she uttered those words had I felt my impending ejaculation; in fact, I felt like I could fuck her for at least another five minutes, though I was, apparently, delusional. 

I cupped her tearful cheek, crushed her lips with mine, and ravaged her pretty mouth into submission. I buried myself inside her and ripped her panties apart, so I could pick her up and take her into my arms. The standing position in which I chose to lift her to was questionable at best; even so, I decided to go for broke. 

My sister's arms were tightly wound around my neck, my hands were supporting her divine ass, her knees were hooked over my elbows, and my cock was buried deep inside her shaggy cunt. That was the most dangerous position in terms of possible pain that could be caused to Brooke, but her welcoming pussy and exceptional wetness convinced me that I might just be able to dodge her cervix after all. 

I pounded into Brooke quickly and violently, fucking her like a hooligan. The thud of my pubic bone clashing with my sister's combined with the suction noises her ecstatic pussy was making produced a satisfying harmony that served as the perfect catalyst in pushing me over the edge, and in just less than a quarter-minute of fucking her this way. 





Siblingly Binding Ch. 08



With Brooke still, incredibly enough, riding out her never-ending orgasm, I pressed her lithe frame emphatically to mine, and I went off inside her like a nuke, splattering her crimson tunnel with every drop of cum my balls had been laboring to generate. Miraculously, her cervix had kept itself out of my way, and we could enjoy maximum penetration with zero pain. 

My baby sister was confined in my arms, taking the full length of my sizable cock in her tightest and wettest of pussies. Her mouth was welded to mine in an impossible kiss of pants, whimpers, and lewd pandemonium, and all of that with me firing like a canon and with her gushing like a river. It was earth-shattering. It felt like the world had come to an end. 

I didn't allow her to break our kiss for her occasional whimper, and I forbade her to even breathe. I coerced her to carry her freakishly lengthy orgasm with her into our kiss. Whimpering and breathing were allowed but only in either cavity. It was the most demanding, the most chaotic kiss that had ever been shared by two living organisms since the dawn of man. 

We remained like this until the mist dispersed and the fallout settled. The rainstorm clouds faded away as if they had never been the spectacular setting of the most savage, emotional act of love making, and all was serene and peaceful yet again.  

My cock eventually depleted enough to permit my sister's pussy—that was filled to the brim—to leak our cum medley onto the plant just below us on the parquet floor. We didn't break contact though. Our grip may have somewhat loosened, but it remained firm and emotional. Our genitals were equally tangled in a loving embrace, but our mouths... 

Our mouths were in the midst of the most emotional of kisses: tongues lapping in slow rhythm, lips gently sucking, soft pants transmitted back and forth... The tender melody of our kiss beautifully resounded across the room with all other things now still, like a violin that had been playing after a ruin of a hurricane. Quiet. As if nothing happened. 

Brooke broke our kiss with tears streaming down her cheeks as though she had just learned of the passing of a loved one. I was trickling a few tears myself as it was impossible for me to contain everything that had been raging inside. 

The powerful staring into each other's eyes made me feel vulnerable, and I didn't approve of that. I looked away in a moment of weakness only to be pulled back into my sister's piercing, watering gaze. She held both of my cheeks at point blank range and shook her head, but that's all she did. 

*** 

Christmas eve, a few months later, and my parents were hosting dinner for family and friends. As I entered the kitchen, my sister and mother were engaged in last minute preparations with most of our guests present and seated in the living room, having aperitifs before the crackling fireplace. 

My sister was clad in an astonishing violet dress that brought out the curves of her even more astonishing body with ridiculous ease. Her hourglass frame was tightly lapped in an apron as she was tasting the thick gravy that was meant to drip down the mouth-watering roast beef, which, incidentally, had just finished tanning in the oven. 

Her long, silky hair was gathered in a high ponytail with a few golden brown strands of hair draping down her left eye. Her makeup was lush and alluring with her succulent lips stained in seductive violet to compliment her dress. One could easily be tempted to speculate she was a runway model. She was just effortlessly divine. 

"Oh, Josh, here you are," mom sighed in relief. "Please lend your sister a hand and place those dishes on the dining table." 

"But, mom—" 

"No buts. We are about to sit to eat in a few minutes. You'll have plenty of time to drink some more later." 

As I placed my cocktail on the kitchen counter, my sister awarded me a smirk of gloat and proceeded to set the plates for me to carry. 

"So, what do you think?" mom said, anxiously smiling at Brooke. 

"I don't know." My sister batted her long eyelashes and gave me a sly smile. "He isn't really my type, mom." 

"Nonsense. He's handsome and studying to be an accountant; he's perfect for you. Just give him a chance." 

"I'm assuming you're talking about the irksome offspring of dad's distinguishable work colleague?" I derisively chimed in. 

"His name is Chris," mom emphatically stated. 

"Duly noted," I replied in blatant disinterest. 

"You look so beautiful, Brooke... Doesn't your sister look beautiful, Josh?" Mom kissed Brooke in pride. "You know, it wouldn't kill you to pay her a compliment every now and then." 

"I would have if I'd thought she deserved it." I smirked at my sister. 

"Deserve it? Look how a graceful she looks in this dress. If that isn't worth a compliment, then I don't know what is." 

Mom smiled at Brooke, who sheepishly giggled in reply. 

"She has the grace of a linebacker, mom." 

Brooke faked to be hurt as I chuckled at my excellent burn. 

"You're incorrigible, Josh," mom said, shaking her head. "I hope your manners improve by the time the last of our guests arrive." 

"I wouldn't count on it, mom. Your son is a pig at heart." 

"Now stop it, Brooke. I don't want you two to bicker and embarrass me tonight. I want both of you on your best behavior; especially you, Josh." 

"Why do you pick on me for? Brooke is just as incorrigible as I am." 

"Well, I have my reasons to pick on you," mom cryptically uttered. "I'm going to sit with our guests, and I expect everything here to be neatly placed on the table." She kissed Brooke and left us be. 

My sister playfully smiled. "So... the grace of a linebacker, ah?" 

I slunk behind her and pressed my dick to her ass crease, generating an erection in less than tenth of a second. 

"You're so inconceivably beautiful, baby... Why did you have to wear such a sexy dress? Now I won't be able to take my eyes off of you all night." 

"You're one to talk." Her ass gave my cock a few presses back while my sister pretended to arrange the plates on the counter. "You're not making it any easier on me." 

"What, this?" I pointed at my holiday outfit that consisted of a white button down shirt, a grey vest, and designer jeans that my mother had purchased for me especially for this occasion. "You're way out of my league, gorgeous." 

I truly wasn't feeling all that special next to my goddess of a sister. 

"Oh sweetheart, if you only knew," my sister sighed, adjusting her ass cheeks to clamp my cock deeper between them. "On second thought, maybe it's better for me that you don't." 

"Don't know what?" I faintly gasped, relishing the feeling of her tight ass fighting to engulf my erection. 

She tilted her head to stare into my eyes while pressing back harder on my cock. "How devastatingly breathtaking you really are..." 

The look on her face was backing up every syllable she just whispered. 

"Baby, no," I whispered, shaking my head, "I'm nothing next to you." 

My sister gave her thick lips an outrageous lick and escaped from my tight pressing member. She took off her apron and strode to the living room, swaying her ass as teasingly as possible with her high heels click clacking in a straight line. She glanced back at me over her shoulder, shooting me an obscene look, and vanished out of sight. 

*** 

"Oh, they're here!" mom exclaimed. "Brooke, if you could please answer the door and show our guests in." 

My sister walked to the door and a minute later returned to the living room, visibly angry, followed by Kelly, one of our mother's employees, and Kelly's father. After dispersing pleasantries and salutations, we relocated to the dining room with Brooke and mom lagging behind and clearly in the midst of a stormy debate about something. 

The seating arrangements were particularly interesting and helped to shed some light on the sudden change for the worse of my sister's once good mood. Brooke was to sit next to her suitor, and my behind was assigned to the chair adjacent to Kelly's. It was evident that our mother took the liberty to assume the role of a matchmaker tonight much to my sister's rage and to my amusement. 

Dinner was on its way with Brooke and her wooer sitting across the table and opposite to me and my mother's candidate for my future mate. The overall conversation was flowing with all participants chattering to various degrees; however, my sister's scorching glare, first at our mother, then at Kelly, and finally at me was relentless. 

Mine and Kelly's talk was diverse and enjoyable as I didn't allow mother's meddling tarnishing a great holiday meal, yet when glancing at my sister, it seemed she was not having as much fun, if anything, she looked irritated even more than before, which had an immediate impact on the now grim face of her beau next to her. 

When dinner came to an end, the four of us sat in seclusion and continued previous talks. Meaning, Kelly and I engaged in a conversation with the other pair observing, having nothing else better to do. 

"That's fascinating, Josh," Kelly said. "I wasn't aware of that." 

"Not many do," I sighed in self-admiration and rinsed down the roast beef with a healthy sip from my glass of sherry. "Anyway, that's enough history for tonight. Why don't—" 

"So Kelly, I have to admit I was surprised to see you here. No family invites?" 

"Brooke," I pointedly said, "play nice." 

"What?" My sister acted naive. "Was I out of line?" 

"No, it's ok," Kelly quickly replied. "It must have looked a bit strange that I showed up at my boss's house on Christmas eve with my dad." 

"It did, yes," my sister said, nodding, not at all looking friendly. 

"Well... we don't have much family, dad and I. So when your mom asked where I was going to spend Christmas eve, I told her we were staying home, and she was very sweet to invite us." 

"Yeah, of course..." my sister said, pretending to care. "No mother around?" 

"Brooke!" 

"What?! Stop attacking me!" 

"Josh, it's ok," Kelly said sheepishly. "It's a legitimate question... and the answer to that is no. My mother had left us years ago, when I was just an infant, so..." 

"I'm sorry," I said, feeling like shit on Brooke's account. 

"Yeah, that's life for you." Kelly sipped her martini."I know it sounds sad, but it really isn't. I mean, I don't know any other life." 

"It must be hard though," Chris said, "just you and your dad, and with no other family close by." 

"Well, I have friends who are like family, so it isn't all bad... And I someday hope to have my own family." 

Kelly glimpsed at me as she said that, and it was a bad, bad move by her as my emotionally unstable sister was all over that glance. 

"Oh, no," my sister ominously giggled. "Oh, no..." 

"Brooke, calm down. Now." 

"You must be loving this," my sister furiously said to me. "You must—" 

"So, Chris, what brings you here?" I quickly steered the course of the conversation, before my sister could demonstrate just how mental she really was. 

"My parents," he giggled. "Our dads are good friends, and the alternative was much worse... my aunt Aida," he comically whispered, making a goofy face. 

Chris and I laughed, and I was relived to see my sister and Kelly participating, improving on the somewhat strained atmosphere from just a second ago. 

"You're funny, Chris," Brooke said, surprised. "I wasn't aware of that." 

"Well, if you'd given me a chance tonight to start... well, any sort of conversation, you would've been laughing for a couple of hours by now." 

We laughed again. 

Yeah. Chris wassssss funny... That bastard. 

"Well, I hope I'm not too late... am I?" my manipulative sister seductively purred, putting on that vulnerable, cockenslaving look. 

"Um, no," Chris answered, excited beyond belief, "of course not." 

Yeah. Chris wassssss excited... That fucker. 

"Brooke, please cover yourself," I obeyed, after noticing my sister allowed Chris a better view into her already plenty generous cleavage. 

"Oh I'm sorry," she giggled coyly, doing her best to appear embarrassed while adjusting her sizable cleavage. 

As if... That fucking whore! 

"You two are really close, aren't you?" Kelly said. 

"What gives you that idea?" I glowered at Brooke. 

"I don't know. Just something about the dynamics between you." 

"Oh, we're so fucking close that you would be in total—" 

"Brooke, a word? In private? Now?" 

My sister shot me a despicable look and got up. 

*** 

We entered my room, and I shut the door. 

"Well, I thought I was aware just how deranged you are, but you seem determined to surprise me... What the fuck was that?" 

"Don't you fucking dare! Have you got no shame! Sitting there and planning yours and Kelly's future family! How many kids are you going to have?! Ah Josh?! You fucking son of a bitch!" 

"Listen, chemically unbalanced person, I wasn't planning a family with Kelly. It's only your dysfunctional mind playing tricks on you. You have to stop listening to the voices. They're not real!" 

"Oh really?! So was I imagining that she—" 

"I had nothing to do with that, so don't go there; besides, you were fired up from the second she got here. What's up with that?" 

She ignored me while pacing back and forth, attempting at relaxation. 

"Oh, I understand now... How could I have been such a fool? She's the reason why you didn't want me to come to the flower shop anymore." 

"Yes." 

"Why?" 

"What do you mean why? Do I need to spell it out for you?" 

"Yes." 

She lit up a cigarette in trembling hand and kept crazily pacing. "Mom has been plotting for months to set you two up!" 

"So? She can plot all she wants. You know it's you and me, baby." 

"Yeah, well..." 

"What the fuck does that mean?" 

"What it means, is that I don't know if I believe you when you say that." 

"What?" 

Brooke inhaled from her cigarette and blew out the smoke in my face. "We were out last Friday to that bar, and your friend came over—" 

"Rob?" 

"Yes, Rob. He asked who I was, and what did you answer to him, Josh?" 

"That you're my sister," I said, confounded, unsure of where this conversation is heading. 

"That's right. Now do you understand what the problem is?" 

"Um... you'll have to make more sense than that, honey." 

"You told him I was your sister!" 

"Because you are." 

"But I'm much more than just your sister, aren't I, Josh? I'm your girlfriend, your lover, your partner for life..." 

"Baby, what are you saying here?" 

"That I'm sick and tired of this! Of this whole fucking pretence! I don't wanna be introduced as your sister. Not anymore." 

"Well... the alternative will put us behind bars, so weighing—" 

"Don't do that, Josh. Don't talk to me like I'm a stupid child, or I swear I'll cut off your balls in your sleep." 

"But you're not making any sense here!" 

"I want you to marry me! I wanna be introduced as your wife! Am I now making enough sense?!" 

"Um, not really... as it's impossible... plus illegal..." 

"There are ways; I looked into it." 

"What are you doing? We have such a good thing going, and you wanna mess it up?" 

"What good thing?! For whom?! It's not good for me." 

"Brooke, I don't know what to say to you. You were the one who was pushing for us, even though I clearly stated, and numerous times, that this is a life destroyer, and now you wanna make things worse?" 

She shot me a hateful look and put out her cigarette. "You know what? You're right. This is a life destroyer, and I don't mean to keep going like that anymore." She scooted to the door. 

I quickly grabbed her and confined her to the wall. "What do you mean by that?" 

"I mean that you don't wanna give me what I want, what I need, and I know plenty of guys who will." She put on a vicious face. "God, isn't Chris funny? He completely blew me away..." 

"Be careful what you wish for." 

"I wish for you to love me, Josh... I mean, if you loved me, you would give me I want," she slickly whispered, caressing my expanding cock over my jeans, "wouldn't you, sweetheart?" 

"Brooke, it's not that I don't want—" 

"I know, baby, I know... It's just difficult, right?" 

"Yeah," I panted, manifesting a full blown hard on from her cock massage. 

"But, sweetie... am I not worth it? For you to do anything for me? You know Chris would." She rubbed my dick faster."He barely knows me, and I bet he's ready to jump off a bridge for me." 

"Brooke, stop," I pleaded, clearly sensing her manipulative aura beginning to overpower me. 

The problem was — she felt that, as well. 

"Baby, do you think Chris"—she unzipped my fly and pulled out my cock to stroke it in the open—"would like how I would suck his cock? I think he would... I'm positive." 

"Angel, you have to understand—" 

"And what about my pussy? I bet he's dying to shove his cock in me." She swirled her thumb at my piss slit." He hardly got a glimpse of theses babies, and I promise you he's going to beat off to me tonight." She tugged at my head faster. "I know he will." 

"Shit," I sighed." I wanna give you what you want, but... Honey, please, I don't have a solution." 

She tugged down my jeans and briefs and turned to face the wall. She began gyrating her tight ass against my strained member. 

"Josh, you're gonna lose me, baby... If you don't give me what I want, I'll found someone who will. You don't want that, do you, sweetheart?" 

"You're not gonna leave me," I panted, "you wouldn't dare. You said we're forever." 

She gyrated faster, letting my cock put a harder dent in her dress. "I don't wanna leave you, baby; I want us forever... but I can't like that, when you don't wanna give me what I want. My man should do anything for me, sacrifice everything because I'm... I'm worth it, aren't I, my love?" 

"God, yes," I gasped. "You're worth everything." 

I lifted her dress and kept it lapped over. I reached for her panties and tugged them down to her knees while she had already set my aim at her soaking entrance, awaiting me to penetrate her. I pushed my hips forward, but she held me back by my cock. 

"So are we in a agreement, sweetie?" She rubbed my tip with her slit. "Will you do anything for me?" 

"Brooke, you have to understand what you're asking, baby. I will do anything for you... aside from that." 

She spun her hurtful gaze around to face me while sinking my cock into her a tiny bit more. 

"Then I guess... it's goodbye." 

She let go of my cock and tried walking away. 

"Alright! Let me think about it! Just... let me think about it." 

She grinned and took my cock back in her hand while facing the wall, taunting her clit with my tip. 

"That's not good enough, sweetheart... I love you to death, and all I'm asking is for you to love me back the same way. I deserve it, Josh... I deserve everything." 

I had taken her piquant lust juices into my lungs a bit too long, and their scent was quickly rendering me groggy. My judgment, unquestionably, had been severely impaired since we walked into my room. I was fighting her with both hands tied behind my back. 

"Yes, you do," I sighed, exasperated, "but this is a monumental step, and it's not fair that you're playing with me now just because you can. Meet me halfway, honey. Let me calmly think about it with no distractions." 

She placed my tip against her anus and pushed herself back ever so slightly, barely stretching her asshole. 

"Fuck," I gasped. 

"There's so much we haven't done yet, my love. I want to experience everything... with you." 

"God, Brooke, please stop, please..." I was losing my mind. "All I'm asking for is some fucking time to think! Please, baby! If you truly love me, then stop with this; I'm begging..." 




Siblingly Binding Ch. 08



She slid my cock head from her anus to her bush, allowing me to feel its thickness, before adjusting my tip against her opening that was faintly trickling down her smooth thighs. 

"I love you so much, Josh... I just wish you loved me back. That's all I wish for." 

I held her right knee and raised her leg in the air. "I love you more than life, Brooke." 

I rocked my hips forward, and my sister finally permitted me to enter her. My cock was slowly drilling its way further up her wet tunnel as Brooke took in a satisfying gasp of lustful pleasure, pressing her arms against the wall. 

She swayed her long hair aside, and my lips instantly clung to her neck, kissing her in desire and love. As I was tasting her smooth skin and inhaling that devastating sweet-sour fragrance of hers, I continued making progress in her tight pussy, working slow, gentle strokes and penetrating her deeper each time. Soon enough, I was balls deep in my sister and gradually fucking her harder. 

I forced her to the wall as I was encroaching on her love passage with savage thrusts, extorting a powerful whimper from her each time. Her body and cheek were mashed to the wall as she was bravely taking me into her with one leg in the air. Her pussy was as drenched as it had always been, and I relished the sensation of her thick fluids clinging to my cock. 

"God, baby, go slow," Brooke gasped, placing her hands on the wall and countering my strokes with greater resistance. 

It wasn't long before my sister climaxed, as it rarely was. Ever since I stretched her enough, months ago, Brooke would normally orgasm in less than a minute from penetration. The first few times, I was in complete awe, but now it was to be expected, and whenever she didn't cum on my cock that fast, she knew I would have a serious talk with her since I would find it unacceptable. 

"Let go of my leg, sweetheart," Brooke panted, coming down from her orgasm. 

I released her leg, and my sister pressed both of her legs together and arched her back. Her tight ass bulged, making it easier for me to bottom out in her, but I wasn't in the mood for easy tonight. I shoved myself harder, crushing and fucking her as if she was nothing but a cheap prostitute. 

Brooke was pinned to the wall so hard that she couldn't even arch her back any longer. She was standing flat and looked like a wallpaper with her right cheek smeared on the wall as she stared into my eyes and let out her whiny cries, as if her brother was stabbing her with something other than his dick. 

I seized her hands and nailed them to her sensational ass, putting extra pressure on her lithe frame. I rammed my cock into her so ferociously that her bush was smacking the wall in brute throbs; subsequently, escalating her whimpers. 

I was fucking her like a violent defiler, and my sister responded to that very well as was evident from her high volume cries. It almost looked like a rape scene from some independent, low budget movie; if Brooke wasn't such a cooperative partner that is. Still pinned to the wall, she lifted back her right leg and hooked it around my ass. 

"Josh, sweetie, pick up my left leg," she panted, wincing in pain, pounding the wall with her fucked pussy. 

I stopped to raise her left leg, and my sister hooked it around my ass, as well. 

"Baby, are you sure about this?" I asked, concerned. 

She looked back at me equally worried. "No." 

She placed her hands on the wall and pushed herself back at me, releasing a heartbreaking whimper when my massive balls collided with her equally massive bush. She kept forcing herself against me until she got me to lose balance and to reposition myself a feet or two back. 

I was holding my sister by her narrow waist while she was airborne, horizontal, tummy down, and her legs wound around me, with her hands planted on the wall and with my cock buried inside her as deep as it could ever be in any conceivable doggy style scenario. Her dress was folded over her back, and the curves of her sculptured ass were further emphasized the more she pushed back against me. 

"Shit," I sighed, luxuriating in her wetness yet afraid for my sister's well being. "Honey, I'm not looking to hurt you." 

Brooke relaxed her leg muscles to let me pull back a bit and took a moment to breathe. "You just need to stretch me... like how you made me fit you when you cracked me open." 

She contracted her leg muscles and pulled me back to her. A second whimper of pain resounded in my room when her suffering pussy engulfed me completely. 

"Brooke, I don't like it when you whimper like that." 

My sister took another pause to adjust her breathing and gazed back at me over her shoulder, determined. "Stretch me, Josh. Make me fit you." 

I didn't want to, but I relented. I told myself that if she kept whimpering in anguish for more than a minute, I would put her back down. 

I set up a slow pace, and though I did my best not to bottom out in her, neither the position nor my sister were allowing it. I was sucked with ease into her hurting cunt, and my sister tightened her muscles with each of my strokes to coerce me into her even deeper. Her once whimpers of pleasure were now clearly cries of pain, and the tears that trickled down her cheeks clearly supported it. 

This daring Kama Sutra position brought back memories of Brooke's deflowering, when her cunt had been extremely tight and ached with each of my thrusts; however, I had managed to stretch her then, if only barely, so I might have just been able to pull it off again. 

I kept plowing through Brooke's tightness, watching her shapely ass laid before me while suspended in the air as she kept impaling herself with each contraction of her muscles. Her glimmering butt was putting in much work as was evident from the sweat on its muscle tone ridges. There was plenty of tension applied on my cock as it slid in and out of her agonizing pussy, which was now also bleeding with each time she fastened me to her. 

"Brooke, that's enough; it's not working. You're not stretching at all, if anything, you're just getting tighter." 

"Just a little longer, Josh," she gasped. "Don't give up." 

She tightened her muscles and forced me into her with an audible moan, one she should not have made. 

"What the fuck was that?!!" I asked, scared. 

My sister eased her grip and allowed me to pull back a bit. 

"That was," she moaned in distress, "my cervix... Fuck, that hurt..." 

"Down! Now!" 

I helped her back down and twirled her around to face me. 

"I guess that position is out of the question for now." She tearfully smiled. 

I picked her up by her thighs and pressed her against the wall. She took my cock and placed it against her opening. 

"Baby, why do you insist on doing that? Hurting yourself?" I pushed forward and split her open. 

"Because I love feeling you," she whispered ,wrapping all four of her limbs around me. "I want to feel you as much as I can. Even when it hurts, it hurts in a good way." 

"It didn't look like you were enjoying yourself all that much when I nailed you." 

I stroked inside her with care, making sure that her cervix was out of my way before changing gears. Her labia were molded so snugly to my trunk, and her pussy was much more at ease now as it avidly swallowed me in and out. 

"I know it looked bad, but"—she whimpered, in pleasure to my great relief—"it was kind of a turn on..." 

I was now back fucking her with all my might, bottoming out with a brutal thrust and lingering each time in the depths of her. Every time I pounded her pussy, her eyes bulged, and a shaky whimper was released from her ungaggaing throat. 

"Maybe I just need to get used to it," she gasped, "to you poking my cervix. Maybe I'll come to like it." 

"You are the biggest whore in bed that has ever existed, I swear to god," I panted, ramming into her even harder and in total bafflement by how she was so hooked to pain. 

"I know." She let out a power-whimper. "Staying a virgin till 19 and watching all that porn probably didn't help." 

Her pain addiction got me angry for some reason. I started feeling myself slowly losing it. I pushed myself against her to the point of almost crushing her, fucking her tight pussy with neither mercy nor relief. I pushed her cheek to the wall and kept it transfixed. If she was so into pain, then I was ready to oblige. 

"Fuck! Josh, you're crushing me!" 

"I thought you liked it." 

I slammed my cock into her pussy so hard that she bounced on my dick like on a trampoline. 

"I do," she whined," I fuckin' love it... Don't stop." 

"You're such a fucking whore." I shook my head in disbelief and pulled back to thrust into her harder. 

"Your whore, baby," she whimpered, her cheek still splattered on the wall. 

I kept fucking her like that for another minute, and my pain whore of a sister was loving every second of it, unleashing a barrage of licentious cusses that served as a telltale of her upcoming orgasm. 

"I'm ready for my second, sweetheart." She whimpered her heart out. "Are you joining me?" 

"Not yet, my love," I panted back, "but you go." 

I slowed down yet still fucked her deep and hard, fleetingly lingering inside her with each thrust. My sister's attempt at bucking while her cheek and body were spattered on the wall did not go well; nevertheless, her pussy was contracting just fine, and I was soon rinsed in her zesty cum for a respectable number of seconds, definitely in the high twenties. 

"Josh," she whimpered into my kiss. "Oh, god, I'm so in love with your cock..." 

As her cunt moved to phase two — gloving my dick tighter and pointlessly sucking on it, I was approaching my own orgasm. 

"Baby, I'm cumming," I panted, groping her abundant tit and going up the hilt in her with each thrust. 

"Pull out a second before, and I'll swallow you. I don't want your cum dripping down my legs." 

"But I wanna fill up your pussy," I panted disappointedly. 

"I know you do, sweetie. Don't worry, I'll make it up to you. You're gonna cum so hard you won't believe it." 

A moment later, I released her, and she squat down while still on her feet, with her legs spread, and her back resting against the wall. She instantly shoved my cock—that was coated in her thick, savory cum—into her mouth and sucked me fast and tight while applying the precise pressure on my balls as she kneaded them. 

She sucked me out and worked fast strokes. "Josh, give me a heads up a second before, ok?" 

"Why?" I gasped in ecstasy. 

"Just do it, baby." She swallowed me back in. 

She continued with her sucking master class although she ceased kneading my balls; instead, her fingers were running along her damp slit before she penetrated herself. Her head rippled on my cock in such graceful waves until she ultimately managed to deep throat me into submission. 

"God, baby, get your throat ready," I moaned as my vein began throbbing inside her mouth. 

My sister rammed my cock all the way in and pressed her obese lips to my groin. 

I was ready to shoot my load when I suddenly felt my anus being stretched by a foreign object. A second later, it was violated completely, and my ass had been penetrated. My sister slid her soaking middle finger into my asshole to my utter amazement. Before I could even adequately process the moment, I belched down her food pipe in a violent burst, groining as if it was the first time a girl ever sucked my cock. 

"JESUS FUCK!!" I whispered as I was lasering into her, pushing my hands against the wall to refrain from collapsing. 

Her finger—that was lubed in her own cum— bottomed out inside me and exerted a significant amount of pressure on my prostate. I was exploding down her gullet in a way I couldn't even fathom, like a pressurized can of cum that had been unwisely pierced. 

Even my sister wasn't fully ready for that barbaric act of eruption as was clear from her hazel eyes that bulged in astonishment and awe; nonetheless, her throat was at its best, and after shaking that initial moment of bafflement, she penetrated me even deeper while sucking the heck out of my spurting cock. 

I was having one of the most intense yet brief orgasms, which was to be expected as I was pumping out larger batches of semen down my sister's licentious throat. I wasn't anywhere in the vicinity of my previous double digit record, set in my sister's pussy some time ago; however, I was being more than compensated with hyper levels of explosiveness and rush. 

As the last of my ropes had been shot down my sister's throat, Brooke's finger started fucking my ass while she was still sucking my cock in long rippling motions. Surprisingly, that move encouraged my balls to pump out just a little more of whatever cum that managed to cling on inside them. 

At last, she glided her finger out of me and squeezed hard on my cock, forcing my pipe to relinquish tenacious casualties that might have survived her risqué version of cock-sucking. She sucked them off my slit and gave my depleting pole one last loving lick. 

She arose and gazed into my eyes, waiting for a comment on that outrageous take of a blowjob. 

"Who the fuck... told you that it's ok for you to fuck my ass without running it by me first?" 

"Why? You didn't like it, sweetie?" 

"That's irrelevant!" 

"So you did like it," she said as a matter of factual. 

"God, yes," I sighed, beaten and elated. 

She smiled in satisfaction and proceeded to kiss my lips and to rub my tongue. 

"I'm so happy you liked it, Josh," she said, pulling up her panties, "'cause you will get no more of that." 

"Ah?" I said, puzzled, pulling up my briefs and jeans. 

"You heard me. You are not going into my pussy or mouth, nor are you getting any more handjobs, footjobs, or assjobs. Nothing." 

"Um... what?!" 

"You're getting nothing from me till... you give me an answer, and to be clear, I mean the answer I want." 

"No, you can't do that. You can't withhold—" 

"I can, and I am. In fact, I just did." 

I stared at her in total bewilderment. "Brooke, this isn't fair! You're blackballing me!" 

She opened the door and glanced back at me. "You bet your ass I am." 

*** *** *** 

Thank you for reading and please leave your comment. We're edging closer to the end, so start saying your goodbyes. : )



Siblingly Binding Ch. 09



Two months had gone by, and I hadn't given Brooke an answer; hence, I was force to take care of myself throughout that time. What was worse, my sister took upon herself to drive me insane until I did. She insisted on us spending every night together and used up every ounce of trickery and deceit she had acquired since birth to achieve that goal. 

She would get into bed with her to-die-for body clothed in sexy lingerie that she had purchased specifically to break me down, and she would openly admit to it. Among the heap of tantalizing garments she had been sporting, were girdles, stockings, see-through push up bras, panties that featured gaps at the cunt, at the anus, and so on so forth... 

Her daily outfits also took a turn for the promiscuous: plethora of tight leather pants and whorish skirts, low cut blouses, slutty crop tops etc. Her makeup was seldom plain and modest, and her hair was constantly loose and sensational. Her odor was damaging as always, and both her hands and feet would undergo weekly mani-pedi with a fresh splash of paint meticulously applied to her nails. 

I was fighting an uphill battle as her prowess of malice were beginning to subdue me. It wasn't helpful when she would frequently masturbate in bed, demand back massages and foot rubs, share with me her sick fantasies in graphic detail, inform me as to what degree she had been dripping for me all day, or how much she had been desperate for my monster cock inside her. 

At times, she would completely abandon her seductive game plan and switch tactics. She would accuse me of playing with her and cuss herself for being foolish to think that I could actually love her as much as she loved me. In a blink of an eye, she would sob in bed, blaming herself for ever letting me pop her cherry. She was harnessing her manipulative skills to the extent of getting me to hate myself daily for not giving in to her. 

But I would not yield. Giving in to her crazy whim would put both of us in real danger of being incarcerated, and I had hoped that if I stood my ground long enough, she would concede and forsake the idea permanently. 

*** 

"We need to talk. I want you to meet me for lunch at noon. I'll text you the address." 

Our relationship had known better days, and that text seriously put the fear in me. I was petrified of the thought that my sister might dump me, and after she texted me the address, I had to calm my nerves with a stiff drink and relaxing music while hunting for good trades in front of my computer. 

Upon texting my sister of my arrival at the address she had requested me to meet her, Brooke showed up wearing a face of dismay. She asked me to follow her, and as I did, I couldn't help thinking that she was indeed planning on breaking up with me, which was ripping my heart apart. 

We entered the respectable office of a doctor of some sort, walked past the chubby secretary at the reception, and my sister let us into a room that exhibited the doctor's name on the door. Obviously, we weren't about to have lunch.  

"Hello, Josh, I'm Dr. Sullivan. Please have a seat." 

A middle-aged female doctor shook my hand and gestured at the brown leather chair that was placed in a 45 degree angle to its twin chair, that had my sister's sculptured ass already seated in it. 

As I sat in my chair, still flummoxed of where we were or of the intent of this appointment, the doctor sat in her black office chair in front of us, and, thus, completing an isosceles triangle. 

"Brooke, what's going on?" 

My sister remained in silence, gazing at the doctor and ignoring my concerned tone. 

"All of your questions will soon be answered, Josh, have no fear. Would you like something to drink before we start? Coffee, tee, water?" 

"No, thank you." 

"Alright; let's get started. As I previously mentioned, I'm Dr. Sullivan, and I have been your sister's therapist for the past oh... year and a change. Were you aware that your sister has been having regular sessions with me?" 

"Um... no. I mean she told me she was seeing a therapist, but that was long ago... more than—" I gulped and looked at my sister, surprised. "You've kept seeing her all this time?" 

My sister glimpsed at me but remained still. 

"Well, yes. Brooke had already disclosed before me your lack of knowledge of our sessions; either way, you should know that I am familiarized, and in great detail, with your unconventional relationship as well as assisting Brooke to better understand the reasons why such a relationship might be instigated and why such a relationship should be ground to a halt." 

My gaze bounced between the doctor and my sister as I was digesting her preview of this show. 

"Brooke, why am I here? And for that matter, why are you?" 

My sister bit her lip and gazed at the doctor with a look that sought progress. 

"Josh, I have specifically requested your sister for your presence as both Brooke and I feel that you hold the key to the door that leads to a necessary, drastic alternation of the way your relationship is being conducted." 

"Alright, enough with this," I said, looking at my sister. "Brooke, what the hell is going on in here?" My voice trembled in nerves. "Are you... breaking up with me?" 

My sister gazed at me in ache, as if she wanted to reply but couldn't. 

"Josh, let's pace ourselves for a moment since we—" 

"I will not pace myself! Brooke! Are you breaking up with me?!" 

My sister opened her mouth but shut it quickly. She glanced at the doctor before staring back into my eyes. 

"You are breaking up with me," I said in ache before rising and slowly pacing about. 

Dr. Sullivan crossed her legs and removed her glasses with a sigh. "Josh, do not—" 

"And you chose to do this here out of all places?" I glared at my sister in tears. "You couldn't spare me the courtesy of doing it in private? At home? Where I could drink?! Ah?!!" 

Brooke shook her head in pain but still kept quiet. 

"Answer!" 

"Josh..." my sister whined, shedding a few tears. 

"Brooke." Dr. Sullivan shot my sister a piercing stare. 

"All these talks about how much you love me, about how you'd never leave me... it was all just... a lie." A few tears trickled down my cheeks. "Just one big fucking lie. When I have given you my HEART! Risking EVERYTHING for you... And you summoned me to your therapist's office, who I had no fucking idea you've kept seeing, to break up with me in the cruelest of ways, and in the most estranged environment that you—" 

"Josh, please do not jump to conclusions," Dr. Sullivan said. "There is more than meets the eye in here. Please sit down." 

I sat back down while both my sister and I were wiping off our tears. 

"Well just fucking do it!!" I looked into my sister's tearful eyes. "Why dragging this?! Let's get it the fuck over with! Are you breaking up with me, Brooke?!" 

"Josh, please—" 

"You stay out of it!" I snapped at doctor. "It's between her and me." I gazed back at my sister as tears kept running down her cheeks. "I swear to god, if you don't open that treacherous mouth of yours—" 

"Tell him already!" Brooke cried out. 

"Josh, your sister hasn't brought you here for the purpose of ending your romantic relationship." 

"What?" I looked at the doctor in relief and disbelief. 

"I am not breaking up with you, sweetheart..." My sister sniffled while wiping off her tears. "How could even think that?" 

"Brooke, please." Dr. Sullivan shot my sister a stern look. 

"Then what the fuck is going on in here?! Why aren't you speaking?!" 

"The reason why Brooke is silent is because I asked not to respond until I have told her to. Now, Josh, if you please indulge me as I will be needing your full cooperation in proceeding, and we've already squandered more than ten minutes without going anywhere." 

"I don't have a fucking clue what's going on in here, but please, do proceed, doctor." 

"Very well. It is my understanding that you have come to a juncture where you seem divided in opinions regarding the future of your romantic relationship. Have you not?" 

I glanced at Brooke. "Yes, you can say that." 

"Before we discuss this, Josh, I would like to get your perspective on your incestuous relationship as you understand it." 

"You're Brooke's therapist, not mine. I have neither the inclination nor the energy to share my perspective with you. I share it with Brooke as she's the only person who matters to me." 

"You're not being very cooperative here; however, I can understand your reluctance; that said, it is vital that we should discuss your sister's perspective and the manner in which this relationship has been influencing her from its inception. Incidentally, I've noticed you're refraining from referring to her as your sister; you persistently uses her name." 

"That's because I don't see her as my sister and haven't for a long time. Now if we could please proceed with Brooke's perspective, and more importantly, why I was brought here instead of having this conservation with her behind closed doors." 

Dr. Sullivan took a few notes and looked back at me. "I am well acquainted with your history from birth to present, so we don't need to dig up and try to pin the reasons for any of this to a specific childhood incident or to the conduct of your household." 

"That's a relief," I sighed in hostility. 

The doctor ignored the tone of my voice and took a sip from her tee mug. 

"Since the beginning of your relationship in its current format, your sister has been subject to extreme mood swings, specifically, depressions and states of mania. I'm not diagnosing her as bipolar in any shape, way, or form, but she has been exhibiting similar symptoms, as if she had been on a roller coaster with no ability to get off as she once described it." 

"Depressions?" I looked worriedly at Brooke. "You've been having depressions?" 

She didn't reply and looked away, refraining from eye contact. 

"Yes, Josh," Dr. Sullivan replied. "So much so in fact that I was forced to prescribe her short-term antidepressants of medium strength; nothing to worry about, yet... I'm assuming you had no knowledge of that." 

"No." I looked at my sister in perplexity. "I had no idea." 

"When Brooke portrayed her life as being on a rollercoaster, she stated that you were the person who was operating and maneuvering it upwards and downwards. Brooke sees you as the sole factor that influences her happiness, which is a whole different issue... but one step at a time." 

I looked at my sister for the second time with a face of concern as I was taking it all in. 

"Baby, have you been having depressions because of me?" I asked apprehensively. 

My sister silently wept in reply. 

"I'm sure Brooke would not object to me answering. I can give you a definitive yes to that question, Josh." 

I sighed at my sister. "This is all new to me, doctor. I mean I was aware of her mood swings, but I didn't think—" 

"That's why you are here, Josh, and please don't feel guilty nor responsible as I see you're already beginning to experience these truly undeserved emotions. This is not your fault, rest assure." 

I gazed at Brooke, hurting her pain. "Honey, why didn't you tell me about this?" 

She just kept crying and sniffling with a box of tissues by her side and with her face turned away from me. 

"It is of no relevance at the moment, Josh, as we need to keep our focus on the present. Now that we've established that your sister's frame of mind tightly correlates with your actions, we can proceed. Were you aware of Brooke's obsession with masturbating?" 

"Obsession? Um... what do you mean by that?" 

"Well, not precisely obsession as fixation." 

"Fixating? On what?" 

"The right question would be on whom." 

"On whom then?" 

"Can't you guess by yourself? I would think the answer was clear by now." 

I glanced between Brooke and Dr. Sullivan. "Well, that's not uncommon. I masturbate to her constantly." 

"How many times a day?" 

"I don't know. Twice a day?" 

Dr. Sullivan took a few more notes. "Brooke explained to me that she's withholding sexual contact of any kind at the moment. Were you masturbating that often when you have been having sexual intercourse?" 

"Making love!" my sister exclaimed. 

"Pardon me; making love?" 

"There was no need. We were making love sometimes five times a day, and there hasn't been a day that went by where we weren't making love at least once." 

"I see. Would you be surprised to learn that Brooke has been masturbating throughout that whole period multiple times a day in addition to your love making?" 

"Um... she has a really high sex drive, I'm aware of that, but that is a major plus; she shouldn't feel bad about it." I smiled at my sister. 

My sister smiled back, still in tears. 

"We are not here to make Brooke feel bad about herself, not should she be; however, as you stated, she has much more than a simply healthy libido. What concerns me is that she seems unable to satisfy her appetite, and even though you made love multiple times a day, she continued masturbating to you several times more." 

"She's um... just recently became sexually active, so that might have contributed—" 

"She has been masturbating since she was 12, which is natural and healthy as she was maintaining a reasonable amount of sessions per day. She had been masturbating to different fantasies which incorporated various scenarios and diversity of figures; in contrast, since you have started this relationship, approximately eighteen months ago if I'm not mistaken, that number has increased considerably, and her fantasies now include you and you alone. She claims to be incapable of masturbating to anyone but you." 

My eyes darted between them. "I don't know how to answer to that. Should I be flattered? Should I be worried?" 

"Worried would fit more appropriately, and I'm basing it on the grounded fact that people can and do masturbate to different figures, and they do so effortlessly. Take you for example, have you been incapable of masturbating to other women?" 

"No, though..." I glanced again between the two women, trying to make out the real reason I was here. "Can we... Can we get to the point here? Because I feel you're leading me to somewhere... but to where exactly?" 

"Very well. My point is this: Your sister is clearly demonstrating symptoms that are consistent with obsessive-compulsive disorder, in which you are the object of that obsession. It manifests itself from her extreme mood swings, through her over-developed sexual drive, and to her constant need to masturbate to you. 

"Through all of that, she has objectified herself and is to this day using herself as a sexual object to solicit you to succumb to her wants. I believe that what she perceives as love, and I'm not by any means ruling out the possibility that she might be indeed in love you, is in fact a mental illness that should be treated accordingly." 

"That's not true!" 

"Brooke, we've talked about it." Dr. Sullivan shot my sister a pointed look. "You will get your turn... Josh, I haven't even unraveled other aspects of my diagnosis." 

"Such as?" I asked, worried of what else she might uncover. 

"Her constant fear of you leaving her, which is backed up by recurring dreams of it happening; her around the clock preoccupation with your whereabouts and the company that you might be with; suicidal thoughts etc." 

"Suicidal?!" 

"Don't listen to her, Baby!" 

"Brooke, please, you will get your turn." Dr. Sullivan gazed back at me. "Suicidal as in: should infidelity or abandonment occur on your part..." 

"I want to talk to now," my sister emphatically said, glowering at Dr. Sullivan. 

"In a minute, Brooke." Dr. Sullivan gave her glasses a quick scrub using her blouse and adjusted them back on her nose. "Josh, you must be wondering why I'm telling you all of this." 

"I'm too... whelmed to even..." I sighed. 

"I am telling you this, with Brooke's consent of course, as I have an obligation for my patients: legally, morally etc. Your sister will have the stage in a minute, and she will no doubt use it to refute everything I have just said. What you need to remember is this: I am the specialized doctor and a good enough authority, I'd like to believe, not her. 

"I'm addressing you because your sister values absolutely no opinion other than yours, and since I need you to help me convincing her to consent to the corresponding medications and to hospitalization. This is my medical opinion and one that has no relation to your incestuous relationship, although I have my fully developed opinion on that subject, as well." 

"Are you done?" My sister furiously glared at the doctor. 

"Yes, Brooke. Please, you have the mic." 

My sister pulled her chair closer to mine and clasped my hands in hers. "Baby, look at me." 

I lifted my gaze to lock it with hers, in a daze from that overload. 

"Let me just start by saying that every single word that she has said... is completely and utterly true." 

My eyes went wide in response, and had I looked at Dr. Sullivan, I had no doubt she would have been just as unprepared. 

"I'll explain," my sister quickly said. "Am I constantly thinking about you? Yes. Am I jealous and care very much to whom you are with? Definitely. Do I masturbate to you and only you? Relentlessly. Am I crazy in love with you? Couldn't be more sure about anything in my life. I'm not going to deny those things 'cause they are the beautiful characteristics of the way I love you, of how I never loved anyone in the world the way I love you. 

"The good doctor here is stuck on the idea that if you love someone to that extent, then there must be something wrong with you. She can't grasp how I feel since she has never felt like that, and I doubt if she ever will. I don't doubt that she's the expert and the one who is educated on all things mental; however... you need to remember a simple fact: The person who can claim be an expert on love has yet to exist. 

"Love is the most powerful, complex, enigmatic emotion that is possible for a human being to feel. It's a force that can take and save lives, shift continents, cure hunger, and fight evil. It would be preposterous to claim to have a complete understanding of it. And Everyone feels it differently. Many times one will feel different levels of intensity when falling in love with two different persons. It happened to us: We've never been that in love before." 

She got closer to me and interlocked our fingers together. 

"I am not ashamed of how I love you. I love it that I can masturbate to you time and again. I love it that I only see you when I touch myself. I love it that I orgasm in seconds from the moment you touch me. I love it that I cum on your cock ten times, one after the other, and still can't be satisfied. I love it that I'm insatiable when it comes to you: body, heart, and soul. 

"Would I be depressed and suicidal if you cheated on me? Obviously. Wouldn't you? I don't need to defend myself as this is the most fundamental concept of love. Do you really think that hospitalization and meds could yank it out of me? Yank you out of me? There is no force that can touch you inside me. You are safe there against whatever, sweetheart... 

"And just know this: I wanted you to hear her. I wanted you to hear how much I love you from her lips, how I want us together like a real couple, how I can't keep going with this pretence which is hurting me every day — that I can't be with you like I'm dying to. This was my way of manipulating this situation to my advantage and nothing more. I could have easily said no to her, and you'd have never known about any of this. This is me playing the players, sweetie, just like in poker. Dr. Sullivan is entitled to her expert opinion, but she was just a pawn on my board; she had a part to play, and she played it well—no offence, doctor." 




Siblingly Binding Ch. 10



Tender love songs were playing in the background. A sweet-sour fragrance encroached on my lungs, making my nostrils tingle in excitement. The faint light that flickered from the scented candles could barely be visible in an otherwise dark room. A $200 bottle of red wine was resting on the bedside table along with two half-full crystal glasses. 

A soft pant was delivered into my ear canal. A second, a more potent one, quickly followed. My naked body was tangled in my sister's to-die-for frame as our legs incessantly rubbed one another in this convoluted mess of sweaty limbs and torsos. Her bushy genitalia was accommodating my own on this cold winter night. The room was heated though. Our bodies supplied the bulk of the heat, and an old, tired gas heater was in charge of the rest. 

"I love you so much," she gasped in my ear, her breasts fighting to swell with air under the weight of my muscles. 

"I love you," I gasped back, "my beautiful wife." 

I clasped our hands together and stretched our arms beyond her head as I rippled inside her in loving waves. My wife's trickling folds molded around my manhood as snugly as they had always had, and the crimson walls of her pussy adhered to my cock like a second skin. Her excited clitoris dangled out of its hood and onto my scepter, continuously scraping me. 

I kept her lean arms fixed above her head as our pubic bones clashed time and again. Her fully grown bush caressed my groin each time my sister was filled to the brim. Our legs playfully brushed against each other and so did our feet. Her strained toes ran up and down my shin while I was stroking inside her. As I began devouring her delicious neck, she hooked her legs over my knees and locked them onto the mattress, softly whimpering as she was repeatedly invaded by her brother's python. 

Her old necklace, that I had given her on her birthday years ago, danced on her abundant bust as we were edging closer to the exchange of our liquids. They were accompanied tonight with a newly purchased pair of diamond earrings that symbolized my everlasting love for her. 

With a powerful wriggle of her curvaceous body, my sister rolled us over and rode my cock through the final stage of this glorious love making. The bump on her belly was barely noticeable, even when her figure executed slow, erotic waves that accentuated her curves to the limit. 

Tonight, our bodies and hearts were perfectly in synch. Just as her pussy transmitted the first contraction around my cock, I began throbbing in response. My sister felt my vein aching to fill her up, so she lay flat on me to augment both of our orgasms, clamping my cheeks between her soft hands. Her pouty lips sucked on mine a second later, and her pleading gaze shackled my own in this poorly lit one bedroom apartment. 

Her twitches became more frequent and aggressive and so were her lustful whimpers. Her pussy was soon gushing, bathing my cock in her savory, thick cum, just as I bellowed my love for her as deep as I could. Her beat-up cervix welcomed my brutish thrust in understanding as I coated it with countless ropes of chilled semen. 

Throughout this textbook example of love making, Brooke was unwilling to release my cheeks from her loving hold, and my hands kept the pressure on her plump ass cheeks, forcing her pussy to take me as deep as it had ever swallowed me. 

As we kept blending our respective cum into a viscous mixture of pure love, we kissed in the most lewd meaning of the word. My sister coated my lips with her spit in immense passion, and mine licked her fat pads back in equal zeal. Our tongue rub was performed outside our mouths with brief pauses to allow us to exchange the breaths of our orgasms. 

Brooke squirmed on my cock when her pussy began clenching and milking me for every drop. I pulled her head to mine to suck some more on her heavenly lips in reply. Audible pants kept flowing from one cavity to the other until my sister's last of contractions died down. She collapsed on my chest, and I embraced her for more than ten minutes in exemplary stillness. 

"Happy three year anniversary, my amazing husband," she whispered in my ear and granted me an electrifying kiss. 

She sat up straight, with my cock still impaling her, and handed us our wine glasses. 

It had been four years since that day we revealed to our parents the true nature of our relationship. We had settled down in South Portland, Maine the next day, just as my sister had planned. We hadn't had contact with either of our parents ever since. Apparently, their unconditional love for us had a single condition after all. 

The transition from siblings to lovers was made with ease since we hadn't known anyone here. It was frightening at first to hold her hand in public, to kiss her, to be around friends while she was sitting in my lap and raping my mouth, yet the more we forced upon ourselves these situations the more we learned to let go and to be natural. We had long ceased worrying and would rarely even think about it. 

We had gotten hitched approximately a year from our arrival. I had had to legally change my name, so we could pull it off, and my sister was the one who chose our last name. I kept my first name intact though. As long as we kept a low profile and eluded social networks, our secret was in no danger of being exposed. 

Brooke had graduated out of a local college only a few months back. She majored in business administration and was hired not long after. She had been working long hours but would still make time for me and for her occasional poker tournament that I would accompany her to. 

We had found a tiny place that more than met our needs. Since Brooke had been working and studying around the clock, she was barely around anyway, and I was used to spending my time in the confinements of a medium sized room. I was the perfect housewife, and I kept our place cleaned, our clothes washed, and our food deliciously cooked as I would get fresh ingredients every day from our local market. 

I kept hitting my stride in my trading and after Brooke added 10K from her own savings to my account, I was able to provide for us, and my sister's salary served to put her through college. I had one good friend, which was a fellow trader I had the pleasure of meeting at the market years ago, and my sister had too many friends, mostly from college, as she was such a lovable, incredible person. 

"Josh"—she kissed my neck—"baby"—she licked my ear—"thank you so much for this." 

"For what, honey?" I sipped my wine. 

"For all of this! The pricy wine, the overly expensive earrings, the candles, the music... I really wasn't expecting such a thoughtful, amazing anniversary." 

"Why, baby? You've been working so hard that I barely get to see you." I planted a soft kiss on her sappy lips. "You deserve all of this and more. You deserve everything." I gave her right nipple a good suck. 

She pushed my head away, giggling, "Down, boy..." 

"Don't tell me you're done." 

"I'm just getting started," she purred, "but I want to talk first about something important." 

"Why do you always do that?" I sighed. "Making us talk when my dick is inside you. I really want you again, baby..." 

"And you think I don't? Josh, sweetie, we're pulling an all-nighter, have no doubt about that, but we really need to talk about"—she stuck out her belly—"this." 

I rubbed her belly, smiling like a simpleton. "Yeah, I guess we should... Listen, honey, you really need to cut down on those Pringles—" 

"Josh!" She burst out laughing. "Are you calling me fat?!" 

I joined her laughing. 

She stuck out her belly again to stress her miniscule baby bump. "Those are no Pringles, sweetheart. That's our baby." 

"Yeah," I sighed joyfully before regrouping. "Well, what did you want to talk about that is so important that I can't start nailing your cervix?" 

"Well, since I'm now working full time, and since you're doing great with your trading, and since in six months we're going to be parents, we need to find a new place; a bigger place; a nicer place." 

"But I really like it here. We've been living here for so long that I'd hate to move out." I gulped my glass empty. "And it's so fucking cheap." 

"It's because it's cheap, you cheap bastard, isn't it? This is how much you love me?! This is what I'm worth?! Your sister?! Your wife?!" 

How I would love whenever she tried to guilt me. 

"Well, yeah," I said, carefully scoping the room, "this is how much I love you." 

"You mother fucker!" She laughed and started beating a pillow into my head. 

I gripped the pillow and tossed it on the floor. I pulled her into my brute kiss, withstanding her pitiful and fleeting resistance, and I started bucking my hips since I was manifesting a proud erection inside her approximately a minute from dropping my load. 

She softly moaned into my mouth as her pussy began lubricating my cock in response. I allowed her to whirl on my erection, so we were now in a reverse cowgirl position, and her mesmerizing body began undulating. As she was fucking me slow and tight, she scattered her long golden brown hair behind her back since she was aware of how excited I was getting from that. 

I sent my hands to her chubby mounds and got a good squeeze out of each before proceeding with my nipple torture. My sister adored her nipples being abused, and I could normally make her come just by ruining them; she didn't even need my cock inside her. A few wild whimpers were consequently fired, and my cock got his first bath not long after. 

I flipped us over to doggy style and pounded her shaggy cunt from the rear. I was so violent that with each ram of my cock, her slender build jerked and her head kept tapping on the bedframe. Her cervix had nowhere to hide in that position, but my wife would always allow me to rape her cervix on special occasions. 

As I was smiting that mangled dimple with all my might, I started playing with her asshole. My finger circled the rim of her crack after I stretched her and spat inside her. Brooke wasted no time and reached for the bedside table to open the second drawer. A black replica of my erect manhood was pulled out, and Brooke looked at me over her shoulder, awaiting me to proceed to the next phase. 

I pulled my cock out of her pussy, and she immediately inserted that black dildo into her and started fucking herself. She wasn't quick enough, and some of my previous cum managed to drip down her cunt lips before she sealed her pussy completely. 

I pressed my cock to her anus and gently forced myself in, relishing my sister's wince. The head of my cock was plenty lubricated with her thick, pungent cum, so I had no difficulties penetrating her. I popped in my fat mushroom, loving that warm embrace her ass was awarding me with. I stood still in her ass, allowing my wife to adjust to the head inside her, feeling her anal muscles furiously contracting around me. 

Her face twitched briefly in pain, morphed quickly to relived, and from there to insanely horny after half of my thickness was engulfed completely by her tight ass. 

Once she let out a gratifying purr, I drilled my way in her trunk, gluing my balls to her bush and stabbing her rectum as deep as I could. My sister rested her bosom onto the bed and raised her perfect heinie as high as it would go for deeper penetration. I arose to my feet and started fucking her ass from an almost upright position while her hand was pulling that sizable dildo in and out of her with great speed. 

Brooke had learned years ago to properly enjoy anal sex, and as the years went by, she asked to be fucked up her ass more frequently. She would come quite intensely during anal, and not once had I penetrated her up her butt with that aforementioned dildo. Ironically, she was less sore during anal than vaginal, and I could always fill her ass completely; a privilege that was occasionally deprived of me with certain vaginal positions. 

That's not to say vaginal wasn't our preferred sex. Both my wife and I had agreed that diversity was required in bed, yet it was clear that having my cock filling up her tight pussy was our greatest joy, and anal was being incorporated on occasion, though at least once a week, to keep Brooke's asshole sufficiently stretched. 

Tonight, she was clearly in the mood for anal, and even though she hadn't performed enema beforehand, neither of us could care less. In fact, Brooke had never done enema since we prioritized spontaneity over preplanning, and she knew that had she had an "accident", it wouldn't bother me at the least; on the contrary, I found it to be very arousing, yet my perversions did really know no bounds. 

"Josh baby, my god, I love you..." 

"I love you more than life, Brooke," I gasped back. 

She continued fervently working that massive black dildo inside her while I was power-fucking her ass. She let out a few ungodly curses right before she sprayed that dildo in her delightful cum and collapsed on the bed in labored breaths, watching over her shoulder as I was tearing through her rectum. Her cum and the previous load I had unpacked in her pussy now flowed out of her, unhindered, staining our sheets and Brooke's smooth thighs. 

"Baby, I wanna be on top of you when you cum in my ass. I want to see your breathtaking face." 

I pulled out of her butt and sat on the bed, leaning against our pillows. My sister straddled me and carefully inserted her dildo into her until it almost vanished inside her. She took my rod and aimed it to her anus. Once I forced her ass crack open, she bit her lower lip and continued lowering herself, loving the slow penetration up her posterior. Soon, both of her gaps were fully occupied, and while the black silicone was lodged idle inside her, I was not. 

However, I didn't fuck her this time. My sister rippled herself on top of me while pressing our bodies firmly together. We were completely unite as my cock was sliding in and out of her booty, greased in a thin layer of her cum and stool that served as the lubricant. We kissed in immense passion and whispered our immortal love for one another. 

"God, baby, my ass," she whimpered. "You're so fucking huge..." 

"Are you ok there?" 

"Barely... but I want your sweet cum in my rectum." 

She kept wincing as my thickness was coercing her asshole to stretch so wide that she was beginning to trickle blood. 

"God, I love your ass," I panted and gorged on her pink stub. 

"Fill me up, sweetheart," she gasped and whimpered loudly a second later. "Show me how much you love me... Fill me up good." 

Her tongue stormed my tonsils as she picked up the pace of her undulating. She was moving in sharp waves, slowly rising yet sloping back down with force. The sound of the thud every time her ass cheeks thumped my thighs felt as though the gods were playing a harp in my ear. It was sublime. 

Our kiss grew in power and intent and was rapidly transforming into a smutty spectacle of lust and love. We guzzled each other's spit as if it were the last time we would ever taste one another. Her ass swallowed my cock increasingly swifter and harder, and my sister's whimpers escalated, as well. 

I crushed her divine frame in my arms, bending her sizable assets to the point I genuinely feared they might pop. The veins in her supple melons unveiled themselves as blood was finding it harder and harder to flow through her pale bust. My sister absolutely adored it, and her teeth were nibbling on my lips in utter craze. 

"Josh, I love you to death..." She whimpered as loudly as her hard-working lungs had allowed her. "I can't live without you..." Tears sprang to her eyes from the emotional turmoil that was raging inside her. She shut her tearful eyes and bit her lip. "You're my whole world..." 

I was moved to my core, planted in that perfection of ass with my dick collecting more of her feces and blood. 

"Brooke, baby, I can't even breathe without you... God, I love you!" 

I held her down with every bit amount of force my muscles were able to deliver, smothering my wife's inconceivably sinful frame. My sister released an outrageous whimper followed by a subtle mixture of her contagious smile and that wanton face she would make whenever she was coming. 

My gigantic vein throbbed inside her ass in potent pulses, fighting for an extra tenth of an inch to pump out my love for her. Even though her strong anal muscles attempted to resist it, there was no force on this planet that could have stopped her trunk from being filled up with her brother's cum. 

"Baby, I'm coming," Brooke whimpered, working complete, slow waves. "Start shooting..." 

As if almost on command, I exploded in the depths of my sister's sizzling hot bowls, attracting more of her stool and blood with that thuggish thrust, and taking my baby sister's breath away, literally. Even though I had ejaculated before in her hairy pussy, my balls worked overtime to give Brooke, the love of my life, their very best, and a not insignificant batch of my cum was fired into her tight rectum. 

I kept her still for as long as I could, unwilling to relinquish even a hair of her fucked bowls that snugly wound around my drooling prick. My sister gazed into my eyes, trickling tears, and an emotional smile decorated her ravishing face. We kissed as lovingly and delicately as we ever did, tangled in each other, our hearts beating as one. 

*** 

"Congratulations! You've just won..." 

I deleted the junk email as I was going over my inbox on this excellent spring morning. There were several emails from fellow traders, contemplating trading strategies in wake of the last wave of volatility with the Euro, and there was an email from... my father? 

"Hello, Josh, I know you must be quite surprised, but I have been doing some thinking lately, and I would really like for all of us to meet and have a serious discussion. Would you and your sister be willing? Please respond to me as quickly as possible. Love, dad." 

I couldn't even process what I just read. It took me a few rereads to fully comprehend that our father wanted to, most likely, reconnect with us, after more than four years of zero contact. 

I couldn't respond that day as I had been laboring to transform our new place into an adequate enough residents as my sister was edging closer to her due date. We had moved into a much nicer apartment two days ago, and I had been busy painting, cleaning, and arranging everything. 

We had bought new furniture and electrical supplies a week ago, and most of it arrived today. A new bed, mattress, sofas, and closets were present, and so were a new 55" LED TV screen, a state of the art home theatre system, oven, stove, fridge etc. Once everything was in its rightful place, I started unpacking box after box, and... only at dusk I conceded that I wouldn't be able to conclude this arduous and monotonic labor before tomorrow. 

The baby's room was my wife's project. She picked the furniture and wallpapers and described me in great detail what she was expecting the room to look like when I was done. She swore to me that if the room wasn't completed by the birth of the weekend, I would be kissing my "pregnant sex" privileges goodbye, and since I would have not been able to accept such a cruel reality, I busted my ass on that room. 

The next day, after my sister left for work, I emailed our father back that although I didn't think he deserved it, I would be willing to hear him out. I concealed from Brooke this correspondence since her feelings for our parents had taken a turn for the hateful in recent years. She would have deleted his email without giving a second thought to it. 

He emailed back an hour later that he wanted us to fly home for the weekend, and I hastily replied with a definitive no, since my sister couldn't fly in her very pregnant state. I kept it from him, though, that she was carrying a baby in her perfect womb. I simply wrote that if he was interested in conversing, he would have to come us.