13 comments/ 149852 views/ 42 favorites Weekend at My Brother's By: BiancaMmmm Saturday night and there I was: dateless, watching my brother's kids so he and his wife could enjoy a night with friends. Now, mind you, I adore my two nieces. At four and six they're a handful at times, but I love them and they are fond of me as well. I'd been able to get them to bed at a reasonable time and found myself sitting on the couch, flipping channels and feeling a bit sorry for myself. I sighed and got myself a drink, before flopping back on the couch again to watch a film I'd already seen a million times. Normally my brother and sister wouldn't ask me to babysit. Usually they'd ask my parents, but they already had a birthday to go to and since "Anna's got nothing to do anyway," as my brother apparently had put it, they'd asked me. Besides, they'd be back late and would need me to stay the night. Obviously, my brother and I aren't particularly close. He's the kind of guy that's successful at anything he does. He's got a good job, fancy car, nice house and a family. I on the other hand, seem to have developed from a bit of a 'troubled' teenager into a 'troubled' twenty-something. Nothing too serious, but I wasn't the one coming home with straight A's and whereas my brother knew exactly what he wanted to be when he'd be all grown up, I still am clueless at times. I don't mind that he's so successful; I do mind him rubbing that in every time we meet. Sometimes subtly, sometimes not so subtly. I always thought I'd move out at an earlier age than he did. After all, I was so much more mature, right? Right. I was also sure I'd be married before he did. Never mind the fact that he's six years my senior. He and Linda got married well over seven years ago. As for my love life: it's pretty much non-existent. I blended in quite nicely with the wallpaper all through my high school years. I'd hang out with friends, but was too shy to even try to hook up with boys. I was the kind of girl that would admire a guy from a safe distance. As a matter of fact, I didn't have my first date until I was well into college. *** His name's Ben and he's a few years older than me. He'd always ride his bike to college and that's how we met as I would usually do the same. I'd gotten a flat that day and had to walk the rest of the way home. He saw me and slowed down to ask whether I had a flat as if that weren't obvious... He actually offered to fix it, but as I was nearly home, I told him that I would be alright. I remember his sweet smile and he kept me company until I was home: a room in a flat I shared with three other students. We chatted and laughed and from that day on we regularly cycled together to and from college. After a month or so he asked me out on a date. I was thrilled! I know, I know. Most girls have there first dates when they're sixteen or so, but still, I was thrilled and yes, probably felt like a sixteen-year-old. Our date took us to a nice little pizza place and to a movie. I don't remember the movie, I do remember Ben's arm around me as we sat in the back row. I'd never been on a date, never had a boyfriend and never been kissed. I was a bit nervous, not sure what he'd expect me to do, but I needn't have worried. He pulled me close sometime halfway through the movie and he caressed my cheek as my head leaned against his shoulder. He bowed towards me and for the first time in my life I felt someone's lips touching mine. It seemed only natural to open my lips and I felt his tongue slipping into my mouth. It took me by surprise and initially I pulled back, but he'd placed a hand behind my head and gently pulled me closer again. His tongue started roaming my mouth and I started sucking it a bit. I softly moaned when I felt his arm trying to pull me even closer while his right hand had moved under my blouse and was slowly feeling its way up to my left breast. I think I nearly whimpered when he cupped my breast and started squeezing it through the soft, cotton of my bra. He started to lean into me, pushing me back into my chair. There weren't many people in the cinema and luckily, the arm rests could be put upwards. I felt Ben moving his weight onto me and his mouth covered mine once more. He slid his thumb under the wire of my bra. Stroking the skin of my breast. I moaned in his mouth and tried to move in a more comfortable position. He stopped kissing me and started to unbutton my blouse. I quickly looked up to make sure no-one realised what we were up to. There were only a few other people in our row and well, let's say, that they were neither paying attention to us nor to the movie. Ben unhooked my bra and pushed it upwards. My breasts were now exposed to him and he started to rub a thumb over the nipple of my left breast. I loved it, but I was still uncomfortable: my left knee was jammed against a chair in front of us and Ben had manoeuvred my other leg behind him. My right arm was stuck between me and the chair. With my left hand I reached for Ben and went through his short brown hair. I was wearing jeans and regretted not choosing my only skirt. I was inexperienced with boys, but I was not unfamiliar with the signals my body started sending me. My heart was thumping and there was a throbbing between my legs. "Oh Ben," I whispered and stifled another moan as he moved so that he could pay attention to my other breast. I pulled my right arm free and put it around him, pulling up his shirt. I loved the feel of his warm skin under my hand. I tried to move my lower body closer to him as well as I needed to feel him between my legs. He licked and sucked my breasts before working his way up and plunging his tongue in my mouth again. He moved his hand to my butt, squeezing it. One of my hands was still in his hair, while I'd moved the other under his jeans, eager to feel his naked butt. His hand moved to the front of my jeans and then between my legs. He groped roughly, knowing I wouldn't really feel a thing through the thick fabric. I bucked, raising my butt to meet his hand. I so wanted to feel him! He muttered something under his breath and then whispered: "There's not enough room here. You wanna go?" I was panting, trying to catch my breath. I looked up in his dark eyes and nodded. I quickly put my bra back on and buttoned up my blouse. I felt hot and brushed my hair out of my face. Ben took my hand and we left the cinema in a hurry. The fresh air outside helped me to cool of a bit, but there was still the undeniable throbbing between my legs. We rushed to the parking lot, where Ben had parked the car he'd borrowed from his best friend. We got in and looked at each other. It was not nearly as dark as the cinema, but still, it was quiet and there weren't any cars parked near us. "You want to, ehm, you know," Ben smiled, "Or do you prefer to go, you know, someplace else?" I wasn't sure where else we could go. I shared a flat and so did he. Ben looked at me, then to back seat and back at me again. He raised his eyebrows in a silent question and I nodded. With some effort we climbed in the back seat. Within seconds we were kissing again and he pushed my back on the seat. I breathed heavily as he pushed my legs apart and moved between them. I loved his weight on top of me and his hands on my body. He undid my blouse and bra and started sucking and massaging my breasts again. I pulled his shirt up and over his head. Oh, my gosh, his naked upper body felt so good against my skin! I put my legs around him and tried to push him downwards. Down to my tummy. He got to his knees and looked at me as he undid my belt and then undid the button of my jeans and slowly zipped it open. I started wriggling, the throbbing between my legs had continued and I felt my pussy juices trickle down into my panties. I wanted to close my legs to stop the flowing, but Ben was between them. As if he knew this, he grinned at me and pulled off my jeans. Then he lay on top of me again, kissing my stomach and stroking my legs. I thought I was going crazy! I wanted him to touch me and at the same time I felt a little bit embarrassed. I wanted to cover my pussy, though my panties were still doing that job for me. Ben stopped my hand from going down, putting his face between my legs instead. He smelled my damp panties and stroked my pussy through the cotton material. He worked a finger under the elastic and for the first time I felt another finger but my own touch the tender, wet spot between my legs. He stroked me and I felt my body responding by trying to push itself onto his finger. He teased me a bit like this, before getting back to his knees. "Let's take those off, shall we?" he said and he took my panties and pulled them off my butt and slid them down my legs. I had to raise my legs in front of him in order for him to be able to do so. He stroked my legs and kissed my feet and the back of my knees. Then he bent over again and put his face between my legs. I suddenly felt his tongue on my clit and moaned. With his hands he kept my legs firmly apart and he started licking my pussy. Lapping up my juices and poking with his tongue in my tight little hole. I writhed underneath him, pushing my pussy into his face and trying to wrap my legs around him. He rubbed my clit, while his tongue did those heavenly things. When he pushed a finger inside of me, I froze. "Sorry," I whispered. He said it was OK. I tried to relax, but Ben already took care of that: he'd started to lick and suck again and as soon as my body relaxed he moved his finger out of my pussy. And immediately back in. He fingered me first slowly, but as my body responded by moaning and a sucking noise coming from my pussy he sped things up. I felt my body tremble and I grabbed hold of his hair, bucking and grinding into his face as his finger made me cum. I'm not a screamer. I moaned and begged him to fuck me and when I'd cum on his face he grinned at me, his face wet with my juices. I felt great, though I was a bit embarrassed with my cum flowing out of me just like that. I'd love to say, that we made love after that, but we didn't. Though inexperienced I knew something wasn't right. Ben got up and was pleased that he'd made me cum, but also seemed quite happy to leave it at that. We kissed some more and I stroked the front of his jeans and realised he wasn't hard. Now, this was my first time, so, maybe it had all been very hot for me and not at all for him, but that seemed odd, even to me. I offered to try and give him a hand job, not that I'd done that before, but hey, my inexperience could be considered arousing to some, right? Ben just smiled and said that maybe it was time to go home. So we just sat quietly together for a little while before we called it a night. I felt confused about our date. On the one hand it had been really, very good. On the other: I hadn't been able to turn him on. He assured me it was OK, that I shouldn't feel bad about it. That it was him, not me. We'd still cycle to and from college together, but we didn't go on another date. It wasn't until half a year later, that Ben confessed that he was gay. He'd been trying to deny it for a long time. He'd loved to make me cum as I was a good friend and he wanted to make me feel good, but in order to feel that good himself, he really needed a man's touch. That man being his best friend. They've been together ever since. I know this sounds cheesy, but we've become better friends, now that that's cleared up. Though there are still times that I wish he would've really been my first. *** The movie on TV had ended. I hadn't seen much of it. Recalling my date with Ben, I had worked a hand inside my jeans and had made myself cum. I could smell and taste it on my fingers. I decided to go to bed. Leaving a light on for my brother and sister, I made my way upstairs and checked in on the girls who were still sound asleep. I took a quick shower, put on clean panties and my nightie and then headed up the second flight of stairs to the top floor of the house where my brother has made a study and a spare bedroom. I'd made sure that both set of stairs had the low child safety gate in front of them, just in case either one of them woke up and decided to go for a wander. I lay in bed and grabbed the book that I'd brought with me, but I just couldn't concentrate. My mind kept travelling back to my short time with Ben. I think I can honestly say that I love him. We've grown very close and he knows me better than anyone. I turned on my back and stared at the ceiling. I sighed and put an arm over my face. It was just my luck to meet this amazing guy, get this amazing first experience just to find out that the guy is gay. And it's not like men are queuing up for a date with me. My father's always more than happy to point out that my brother could have his pick. For some reason he was never without a date. My father also liked to point out that I was the exact opposite and that having a gay male friend wasn't exactly a boyfriend. Right. Like I didn't know that. Of course, my dad figured I was still a virgin. I turned to my stomach and rested my head on my arms. I never bothered to tell my parents otherwise, after all, I consider those things quite private. Truth is I lost my virginity shortly after Ben told me about him being gay and assuring me, there was nothing wrong with me, but telling you that story now, would take too long. Just let me know if you'd like to hear it... I kept tossing and turning for some time. It was long after midnight before I fell asleep and my brother and Linda had not come home yet. I don't know at what time I woke up. It was quite dark in my room and the only light came in through the open bedroom door. I'd left the light on the first floor landing on, in case the girls woke up. I sighed contently, still half asleep and clinging on to the very hot dream I'd had. So hot, that I could feel my pussy tingle. I smiled and turned onto my stomach and put a hand between my legs. I snuggled deeper under the blankets and drifted off again, until I felt something. I drowsily opened my eyes and lay very still. I didn't hear a thing, except for my own heartbeat thumping in my ears. It was quiet in the house. I closed my eyes again, but before I could drift off, I felt it again. Something warm was barely perceptible touching my butt. I wanted to jump up and scream, but somehow I just lay there very still as if I were frozen. My butt got very gently rubbed and squeezed by a large hand. I lay there, trying to control my breathing, my eyes wide open. The hand moved down my butt to my legs. It caressed the back of my left upper leg. My heart thumped loudly and I was amazed he couldn't hear it, as the large hand could only belong to my brother. His hand moved up again and he nudged it between my legs. He suddenly withdrew as his fingers brushed mine as my hand was still between my legs as well. "Anna?" I heard a soft whisper and I decided not to respond. He whispered my name again and when I still did not respond, he pulled the blanket away and I felt cool air on my back and butt. I didn't stir and just wished for my heart to stop making so much noise. I felt him sit down at the edge of the bed and then my nightie was pulled up above my waist. I bit my lip. This was so wrong. My brother feeling me up. I should scream at him, hit him and yet, I couldn't move. He seemed to be moving closer, as if leaning over me. I felt his hand move back on my butt again. Stroking and squeezing gently. Stroking my legs and coming back up between them. He carefully moved my legs a bit further apart, so that my hand wasn't stuck between them and he had room to put his hand against my panty covered pussy. He touched me there, stroking me and then very carefully he tried to move my panties aside. I moaned. The moan was very soft as it was stifled in the mattress, but my brother withdrew his hand from my pussy, but left it on my butt. It was so wrong, I knew it was, but pretending to be half asleep I turned onto my back. I kept my arms beside my body and stretched my left leg. I bent my other leg a bit and moved it sideways, knowing that this would expose my pussy to my brother's probing fingers. If he wanted to. And he wanted to. I'd turned my face towards him and the open door. He sat there very quietly, until he'd convinced himself that I was asleep. Then he stroked my leg again. More boldly now. I felt his hand on my thigh slowly rubbing it and moving upwards. His hand reached my pussy again and he started poking and rubbing. With one hand he lifted my panties from my pussy, with the other he started stroking my throbbing slit. I couldn't help it; the moan escaped me before I could control myself. He didn't withdraw this time. I kept my eyes closed and started rubbing my wet pussy against his fingers. I could hear his breathing and I opened my eyes. It was hard to read the expression on his face as the light was mostly coming from behind him. "Josh?" I whispered. "Hi Anna," he whispered back. "Whatcha doin'? " I mumbled, pretending to be clueless. He was quiet. I couldn't tell whether he was embarrassed. Caught in the act. I moved my right hand to his legs. "You just got home?" "Mmm, yeah." "Good," I murmured and pretended like nothing was going on. "Had a good time?" He seemed to smile. "Could've been better." "Kids?" "Asleep." "Linda?" "Had a bit too much to drink. She's out cold." He shifted his weight. "OK," I murmured. "You had a good night?" I smiled: "Could've been better." I heard him chuckle. "It feels like you had some fun..." He pushed his finger up my slit again. I wriggled. "Hmm, yes...." "Looks like you could use a hand..." "Can't. You're my brother." But my body told him another story. My pussy got wetter by the second. "Don't worry, sis. No-one needs to know." "Kids." "They're asleep. Their doors are closed. We just need to be very quiet. Can you be very quiet?" "Hmmm." "Yeah, thought so." His voice was deeper than usual, he was aroused. He moved a bit away from me, hooking his fingers under my panties and pulling them down. He held them to his face. He groaned and I just got wetter. He bent over me and helped me out of my nightie. I lay there naked in front of him. I heard his heavy breathing. He pulled of his shirt. I noticed he was wearing jeans and there was a large bulge in the front of them. He lay down next to me. I wanted to close my legs, but he put his own leg between mine. "You're so fucking hot, sis." And he bent over me, turning my face towards him. I could smell alcohol on his breath and next I felt his strong, demanding lips on mine. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and while one hand made sure I couldn't turn my face away, the other worked its way down my body. A part of me kept telling me how wrong this was and told me to fight, the other part of me told me how incredibly hot this was and how wet my pussy became. He leaned into me, putting most of his weight on top of me. Both hands were holding my head now, where his tongue was still plunging in and out of my mouth. He'd brought up his right knee which was now firmly pressed against my cunt. I was so hot, that I started grinding into it. I put my arms around him, wanting to feel his body even more on top of me. His hand travelled south to my wet, slopping slit. I bucked against his hand as it cupped me down there. I put a fist into my mouth, as his tongue had left it, to stifle my moaning. I heard my brother moan in my ear. "Hot little bitch," he whispered. He forced my legs further apart and put his tongue where his fingers had just been. He pushed my pussy lips aside and started sucking my clit, while working two fingers inside of me. I now bit my hand. I raised my butt to give him easier access. He licked, bit, teased. I was nearly crying. My body jumping and bucking, longing, needing my brother's touch. Weekend at My Brother's "Hmmmmm," I moaned as his tongue once more lapped up the juices from my sensitive slit. I could hear the sucking and slurping sounds. I was senseless, could think of only one think: I wanted, no, needed to be fucked. Then I didn't think at all, as my pussy contracted and my cum was squeezed out in a strong orgasm. I lay humping and trembling on my bed while my brother kept lapping up the juices that left my slit. When the trembling finally died away he stopped and moved to my face. He smiled at me. There was no doubt who was in charge here. He pressed his mouth on mine and I tasted my own cum on his tongue. "You want me to fuck you?" "Mmm, yeah!" "Say it." "Mmm. Fuck me." He just looked at me, my breasts flattened by the pressure of his chest on them. "Try again, sis." "Please, fuck me," I moaned as my pussy contracted in need,"Will you please, fuck me?" "Hmmm, naughty girl. You want your big brother to fuck you? Well?" "Oh yeah, please, Josh, I want to be fucked by you. Hmmm, please, you're my brother, fuck me. Fuck me!" I begged, I was begging! I couldn't believe it and oh gosh, it was so hot. "Get up." I looked at him as he moved off of me. "Get up, sis." I got up as he stood next to the bed. I got to my knees and with trembling hands I unbuckled his belt and opened his jeans. The sound of his zipper made my pussy leak more. I pulled his jeans and boxers down in one go. His thick, fat cock sprung free and almost hit me in the face. He stepped out of his clothes and took his cock in a hand, stroking it slowly. "Ever sucked cock, sis?" I looked up at him and nodded. Yes, I had. He put a hand behind my head and pulled me close until the tip of his cock rested against my lips. I opened my mouth and he pushed the head of his cock inside. I cupped his balls with a hand, scratching them gently with my short nails. My other hand gripped his cock by its base, stroking and pulling it. My tongue circled its head, touching the small slit and I tasted him. My breathing was hard, my pussy let me know I wanted this cock not so much in my mouth as down there. I moved my hand from his balls to my clit. Stroking and sucking him, taking his hard cock deeper in my mouth and in the meantime rubbing my clit and pushing a finger inside of me. My brother set the pace, thrusting his cock deeper into my mouth and holding my head with both hands now. I felt saliva trickle down my chin and I gagged when his cock hit the back of my throat. I started to fight him, didn't want his cock down my throat, but his strong hands wouldn't let me go. I gagged again, tears streaming down my face as I felt like I was choking. I tried to push him away again and looked up at him with the tears in my eyes. There was a look of pure lust on his face. Suddenly he withdrew and I slumped down on the bed, catching my breath. I felt his hand on my head, stroking my hair. It almost felt like an apology. His other hand was stroking his cock in long slow strokes. I could tell from his breathing that he was trying to control himself. He pushed me backwards and I rolled onto my back. He stood beside the bed, looming over me, his back towards the open door. It was still very quiet in the house. All that could be heard was our breathing. He lay down beside me again and pushed his tongue back into my mouth. Our tongues playing, I relaxed. He moved on top of me, positioning himself between my legs. I felt his thick, slippery cock on my tummy. "No longer a wall flower, are you?" he whispered hoarsely in my ear. He nibbled on my neck. Licking, sucking, kissing. "Mmm, no." "Still a virgin?" Did he sound hopeful? His hand slid between my legs. "Mmm, no..." My body responded eagerly to his touches. "I think you could use some more cock sucking lessons," he grinned. "I don't like it so far- Aw!" He'd pinched me. "I don't really care whether you like it, sis." Of course, it was all about him. As always. "But good for you, I prefer coming in that tight, hot pussy of yours anyway," and with that he forced my legs further apart and I felt the tip of his cock at the entrance of my pussy. This time I was prepared: I grabbed my nightie and pressed it against my mouth just when my brother rammed his cock up to his balls into my wet, throbbing cunt. The nightie smothered my cry. What had happened to entering gently, slowly? I put my legs around my brother's waist. Pulling him even deeper inside of me. "Fucking slut," he groaned softly. I held him close as he fucked me with long, slow strokes. "You like this, don't ya? Being fucked, mmmm, by your big brother." "Mmm, you fill me up so good." I could tell he liked me talking this way to him. He sped up, fucking me hard and fast. I felt and heard his balls slap against me. I clung tightly to him as we tried to be as quiet as we could. He buried his face in my neck and I heard his groan change into a low growl. His thrusts becoming even harder and I bit his shoulder and dug my nails in his back. My legs were locked around him and I felt my orgasm build up as I arched my back to meet his thrusts and then suddenly he exploded inside of me. I felt his hot cum squirt inside of me, filling my pussy and mixing with my own cum. He lay on top of me. Completely spent. My pussy milked his cock and I felt myself go limp. When our breathing had returned to normal he lifted himself up and looked at me. Then, without saying a word, he pulled his now soft cock out of me. I felt his cum trickle out of my pussy and closed my legs. He moved to his knees beside my head and I got the drift. I raised myself up and sucked and licked his cock clean. He got up, put his clothes on and walked to the door. With a last glance over his shoulder he left the room. *** SUNDAY The rest of the night I didn't sleep so well. I lay in bed with mixed feelings. I couldn't quite get my head around the fact, that I'd allowed my brother to fuck me. No, not just fucking me, he'd eaten me as well and I'd sucked his cock. And I'd not resisted him. Well, apart from the cock sucking that is. The sheets were wet from our juices. The room smelled like sex. I wondered how this would affect our relationship, which wasn't too great to begin with. And now what? Would we pretend this never happened? Did I want to? Or did I want more? At some point I got up and cleaned myself up in the bathroom. I pulled the sheets of the bed and stuffed them in the washing machine. I'd tell my sister that my period had started early and that I'd had a little 'accident'. The Sunday morning started slow. The kids were up early as kids tend to do and were playing happily with their dolls. I fixed them breakfast and when Linda showed up a few hours later we chatted a bit about how her evening had been. She seemed to be doing alright. Not much of a hangover. When my brother got downstairs he was already fully dressed, whereas the rest of us were still wearing our nighties. He treated me as he always did and as if nothing had happened between us. Part of me was glad, part of me thought he was an arrogant bastard, but I realised that I wasn't so much angry with him as I was angry with myself. For as soon as he entered the room my pussy decided to remind me of what had happened several hours earlier, throbbing in anticipation. My brother got the newspaper and sat down his favourite chair, not even glancing at me. I excused myself and went to the toilet, because I needed to touch myself so badly. My panties were already damp. I pulled my nightie up and my panties down. Standing with my back against the wall I spread my legs and desperately rubbed my burning pussy, sliding a finger inside of me I started finger fucking myself. I bit my lip when I felt my orgasm build up and I threw my head back against the wall when wave after wave came over me. My pussy sucked on my finger and covered it in my own sweet juice. My nipples were hard and poked defiantly through my nightie. I sat down on the toilet and tried to pee. A hard thing to do after my pussy had had such a good time. I cleaned myself up and washed the smell of my cum of my fingers. When I got back into the living room only my brother was there. My sister had taken the kids upstairs to get changed. I decided to give her a hand. She was in a hurry. They were running late and she wanted to take the kids for a quick visit to her mother who lived in a nursing home, just a few blocks away. When they were ready and had left I decided to go back downstairs, not having bothered to get dressed yet myself. My brother was still intent on his paper and ignored me completely. I felt uncomfortable, but couldn't really tell why. Was I afraid of him? He'd been so much in control of me last night and I obviously still wasn't in control of my own body. Was it because I'd let my own brother fuck me? I went to the kitchen and put the dishes and cutlery into the dishwasher. I heard a sound and turned around. My brother had entered the kitchen. I'd expected him to look at my ass, bending over to the dishwasher and all, but he pretended he hadn't seen a thing and instead poured himself another coffee. I felt my face burn, my heart started thumping again, but I turned to him and gathered my nerves. "About last night-" He looked up and met my eyes with a neutral expression. "What about it? I was confused, but continued: "What happened, between you and me." "Linda and I went to see some friends, had some drinks, got home late, that's what happened." He added some sugar to his coffee. "That's it?" my voice had turned into a whisper. "That's it," he looked at me, stirring his coffee. He really looked at me as if nothing had happened. As if we hadn't fucked, eaten and sucked each other. My face burnt, but if I'd expected a derisive smile or anything, nothing in his expression changed. To my surprise it didn't intimidate me, it didn't embarrass me. I felt anger. I stepped towards him until we were only inches apart and looked him in the eyes. "Do you honestly want me to believe that you don't remember, or don't want to remember, what happened between us last night?" "Sorry sis, I had a few drinks, if I upset you..." he took a sip of his coffee. Upset me? Yeah, OK, I didn't like him forcing his cock down my throat, but otherwise, upset? I remembered the orgasms all too clearly and I felt my pussy drip into my panties even more, right there in the kitchen. "You -- fucked -- me," I hissed into his face. He didn't respond. "And you full well know that." He tried to smile, but it was more like a nervous twitch. "You're my sister, Anna," he said quietly, "I would never... fuck you, as you put it. Not only would it be wrong, but well, you don't turn me on. You must have dreamed." I'd dreamed it? I didn't turn him on?? Who'd made him hard last night? Whom had he pounded that rock hard cock into last night? I stepped backwards and leaned against the counter. I looked at my brother, who slowly sipped his coffee and avoided my eyes. I felt myself turn hornier. My heart beat loudly in my chest and I could feel my nipples harden and my pussy throbbed, demanding attention. It was as if another part of me was taking control over my body and my actions. "So.... If I don't turn you on at all, then you don't mind if I do this?" and with that I spread my legs a little and slipped my hand under my nightie. I rubbed my clit over my now wet panties. I breathed in deeply and licked my lips. My other hand started massaging a breast. My brother stared at me. His mouth open and his eyes firmly fixed on the hand beneath my nightie. His coffee momentarily forgotten. Of course, he wasn't turned on at all... I started moaning softly as my finger pushed my panties aside and worked its way up into my hot, waiting slit. I finger fucked myself in front of my brother and smiled when I saw the bulge in his jeans. No, definitely not turned on... "Oh come on, Anna," he muttered and then trying to sound stern: "You can't do this. Linda and the kids will be back in an hour." "So? I'll be long done by then. Although, on my own, I can keep it going for a while..." I closed my eyes and tilted my head backwards. My finger was still sliding in and out of my soaking, pulsing pussy. I squeezed my hard nipples and breathed deeply. "It's OK brother," I turned my face towards him and smiled, "You don't have to watch if you don't want to." He didn't reply. "You wanna feel how wet I am for you?" I asked. He kept staring at my eagerly moving hand and I'm sure he could hear the soft wet sounds as well. "I was sooo wet for you last night. Too bad you don't remember," I teased. He coughed nervously and scratched his chin. The coffee cup had disappeared. "You wanna watch?" and I lifted my nightie up till above my naked breasts. My other hand I had now moved so that it rested on my tummy and I continued rubbing myself. He swallowed and started to perspire. "There's no harm in watching and touching. It's not like that would be fucking." He seemed to make up his mind and walked towards me. He stood very close to me, with a foot between mine. I could feel his breath on my cheek. "I guess you're right," his breathing was deeper, more laboured, so turned on, "I guess there's no harm in some touching." "Mmmm, no there isn't," and I withdrew my own hand from my pussy as his large, warm hand cupped my cunt. I moaned. I could hear the squashing as he stroked me through my wet cotton panties. I leaned my head against his shoulder, meanwhile humping his hand. His breath became ragged. I slid my hand to the front of his jeans and rubbed his bulge. It was his turn to moan. "You know what would feel better?" "Mmmm?" "If you'd put your hands inside my panties." He didn't waste a second, but put his hand on my stomach and slid inside my panties. My pussy coated his fingers immediately with my hot juices. "Mmm, you really are very wet, sis." "All for you, Josh," I whispered and I smiled to myself. I was in control this time. I undid his belt and opened his jeans. I worked my hand inside and pulled his hard, throbbing cock out. "Oh fuck," he muttered in my hair, "Anna, Linda and the kids-" "Won't be home for some time. Besides, we'll hear the car and by the time they're out and at the back door..." "Mmm yeah." He pushed his finger deeper inside my slit. My body responded by humping his hand harder. I whimpered against his shoulder as my orgasm made me shudder and tremble. I felt my hot cum trickle down my legs. I stroked his cock, cradled his balls and moved my thumb over the little slit at the top that was oozing pre-cum. "Mmmm, come, big brother, your little sister needs to be fucked." "Oh, yeah, yeah," he moved in front of me and yanked my panties down. I smiled, for someone who was not turned on by his sister he sure was eager to fuck her. He lifted me up and put me on the kitchen table and moved in between my legs. My pussy lips were red and wet from rubbing and being fingered. He groaned and pressed his cock into me. It slid easily all the way in. I pulled my nightie over my head and dumped it on the ground, next to my panties. I beckoned my brother to come closer and grabbed his short hair and pulled his face close to my breasts. He licked my breasts briefly before looking at me and saying: "You sure got some nice tits, sis." Before I could respond he started pounding his cock in my pussy. I fell back on the table and he moved my legs so that they were leaning against his shoulders and started ramming inside of me again. "You fucking slut," he groaned as his cock slammed in and out of me. After a short while he slowed down and looked into my flushed face. I'd gripped the edge of table and panted heavily. "You still don't remember last night?" I was glad to be able to catch my breath, my pussy tightened around my brother's hard cock. He suddenly grinned. "That should never have happened." "But it did. Oooh, mmm." "I was drunk." I smiled back. "You're sober now, brother dear." "Yeah?" he raised my legs higher, slowly pumping my pussy. "And who finger fucked herself in front of her big brother?" "Mmmm.... So?" "So?" he groaned and started pumping a bit faster, sliding his big cock in and out of my aching, burning pussy. "That makes you a little slut, sis. Finger fucking in front of your brother. Wanting him to put his thick, fat cock in that tight little pussy of yours." I wriggled, my pussy desperate for his hot cum. "But big brother is not performing..." I teased. "You want me to?" he grinned back. "Do I need to beg?" "Ooh yeah, I like you begging." "Hmmm, I know... " He sped up again and suddenly withdrew and stopped altogether. My cunt suddenly felt empty. I could feel the cool air on my wet slit as I was oozing juices. I wanted to squeeze my pussy, trying to cum without a finger or cock stimulating things. "Ooh Josh, I need that big, hard cock of yours," our eyes locked, his strong hands holding tight onto my legs, resting against his shoulders. "Will you fuck me?" His twitching cock rested on my tummy. "Please?" Nothing, just that smile. I got frustrated. It wasn't like we had that much time left! "Oh come on Josh, just fuck me!" He looked down and pushed a finger inside my slit. I arched my back, but he withdrew again. "Please, Josh, I need to cum!" "You want me to put my big cock back into the pussy of yours?" "Yesss!" "You want to cum on my cock?" "Yess!!" "You want my cock to fill your tight, little fucking hole?" "YES!" "Still not a slut?" "Yes, I'm your slut, Josh, your little sister is your fucking slut. Please, oh god, please fuck me, fuck your sister." And with that he rammed his cock deep inside me again. He rammed it in and out. The kitchen was filled with the sounds of wild, almost desperate sex as we both wanted to cum before my sister and the kids would be coming home. My brother's balls slapped against my butt, we moaned and groaned until I could hear the change in him. My pussy tightened around his cock, my back arched and I cried out when my body bucked and my cunt climaxed around his cock. "Oh FUCK!" he growled and exploded inside of me. Once more I felt my brother's hot cum fill my pussy. He let go of my legs and I locked them around him. He bent over and covered my mouth with his, pushing his tongue inside. He roughly grabbed my breasts, tits... "You fucking slut," he groaned in my ear, "You hot, fucking,fucking slut." "It was good for me too," I grinned at him and stroked his short hair while my pussy hungrily milked his cock. Then I felt his cock slide out of my cunt leaving a hot wet trail. "Want me to suck you clean, brother?" I asked. He didn't say anything, just pulled me of the table. My legs were shaky, but that was OK as I could kneel in front of him. I took his now soft cock in my mouth and slowly started sucking and licking him clean. I heard him moan and felt his hands in my hair. Amazingly enough he started to make fuck movements. I stroked his balls and felt his cock harden a bit. I led him slide out of my mouth and looked up. "Want to fuck my mouth?" He hesitated - obviously remembering the previous night - then he nodded. "If you don't mind." As a response I took his cock back into my mouth and started sucking. His cock became harder and he started pumping it into my mouth. I moaned and felt my pussy respond as well with a longing for something between my legs. Just as I moved my hand to my clit I heard a car enter the driveway. "Shit" My brother pulled out of my mouth and hurriedly tried to stuff his semi hard cock into his jeans. I grabbed my nightie and panties, quickly kissed my brother on the mouth and rushed upstairs for a late Sunday morning shower and yes, some more finger fucking. Weekend at My Brother's *** I put on the flowery summer skirt that I'd bought only the week before. I used to feel so much more comfortable in jeans. Even in summer I would wear the cut-off ones. My mom would see me and shake her head. I'm sure she's frequently wished for a more feminine daughter. Instead she was stuck with a tomboy like me. With short hair, jeans and oversized sweaters people would sometimes call me 'sir'.... Even when I'd hit my twenties. So, OK, I'm not some busty model, but come on, I do have breasts! A very nice C cup, even if I say so myself. Ben laughs every time I tell about the bathroom 'incident': at the railway station I'd wanted to use the toilet, but going to the ladies' someone from the cleaning staff had called after me: "Hey you, that's the ladies', the gents' over there!" I'd turned to face her and she'd gone quiet and had mumbled an apology. Ben suggested I'd change my style of clothes and actually went shopping with me. He'd choose tops with a lower neckline than I did, undid the button that I would close when I'd try on a nice blouse, he picked skirts that were a few inches shorter than the ones I'd picked. I'd tell him I felt naked with those clothes on, he'd tell me I looked hot in them. Every woman should have a Ben. The clothes did make me feel different. Initially they made me feel nervous. At work it felt like everyone was staring at me. Especially the guys. They started paying more attention to me and as a result the new clothes made me feel good, 'cause let's be honest: getting attention from the opposite sex does make you feel good. I felt more feminine and more confident. I still enjoy wearing trousers to work, but will often wear a nice skirt or dress. Over time my blouses would have a deeper cut or I'd leave an extra button unbuttoned. My tops would hug my frame and would have a lower neckline. Not showing too much, just hinting at what was hidden underneath. My family still had to come to terms with the tomboy gone woman. I could tell that from the way my brother looked at me when I got back downstairs dressed in the skirt that stopped well above my knees and the blue top with it's thin shoulder straps. I'd intended to leave for home in the afternoon, but the kids asked me to stay so we could play some more. Normally I would have loved to go home. I've never felt particularly comfortable at my brother's place, but the kids were fun and my sister seemed keen to do some catching up and my brother, well, he'd gone back into the my-little-sister-is-not-around mode. We ended up spending the afternoon in the backyard. The kids were playing in the sandbox and Linda and I were chatting about all sorts of things. Recipes, clothes, TV shows and eventually my love life. Whether there was anyone special yet? I smiled and shook my head. "Oh, come on, Anna," Linda said, "I know you're still young, but a girl with your looks should be able to get a guy. You have to open up to them, give them a chance. They won't all turn gay on you, you know." "Thanks..." "Aw, you know what I mean." "I happen to like my gay friend." "Sure, he's nice, but a woman needs more than nice." My brother shifted in his chair and pretended to be engrossed in a book. He's never been big on reading. I was sure he hadn't turned a page in the last ten minutes. "Linda!" I looked exasperated. "You know what I mean. He was the first guy you were with and your last. It's not like every man that you'd date, would turn gay on the spot, you know." "I've had dates after Ben!" "Like??" she looked at me. "Like... I'm not gonna tell you!" "Sweety-" "No, I'm not 'sweety'. My love life is private. Did you tell your family about every guy you dated?" "Well, no, but-" "Then why should I?" Linda began to laugh. "Anna, it's just, you're such a sweet girl and now -- thanks to Ben - you actually look it too, but if you had dates, why did you never take them to a birthday party or why did you bring Ben and not a date to cousin Deirdre's wedding?" "Well-," because the men I'd been with would've been considered inappropriate by my family, but I couldn't tell her that. I'd had my share of sex, just not my share of boyfriends... "I rest my case," Linda nodded, pleased with herself. "Maybe I should introduce you to this guy I know-" "Linda! Please, stop! I'm fine. I will be fine. I will meet this great guy, get married, have kids and live happily ever after, but right now, I'm not and that's OK too." "But-" "She's OK, Lin, leave her be." Linda stared with open mouth at her husband who never interfered with her match-making and girl talk. I stared as well, but more in an amused way. I guess my brother may not have been too keen on me going steady with anyone just yet, but I'd never know for sure. The rest of the afternoon we did some games with the kids and for evening tea my brother set up the barbeque. Afterwards the kids wanted me to read a story to them and then Linda made them go upstairs to give them their evening bath. As I was getting ready to go home, I hugged and kissed them goodnight and I said goodbye to Linda as well. The kids bounded up the stairs and Linda turned to my brother. "Once the kids are in their beds I'll take a shower too." She hugged me and wished me a safe drive home. Then she went upstairs where the kids were running and screaming, playing out some game only they understood. Then the sounds were muffled as Linda herded them into the bathroom and closed the door. I checked and made sure I had all my things in my overnight bag which was in the hallway. I looked at myself in the mirror. Adjusting my hair and looking at my breasts that were so nicely accentuated by my tight top. My mirror image met my eyes. She bit her lip thoughtfully, measuring me up and I wondered... There would be time... I went back into the kitchen where my brother had just finished filling up the dishwasher. I looked at his butt and his broad shoulders. He wasn't all that good looking, I thought, but success in itself could be a big turn on for some women. "Could I have a glass of water, before I leave?" I asked quietly. He turned around and our eyes met. He simply nodded and filled one up and handed it to me. Our fingers touched, but he immediately withdrew his hand. I wondered what he was thinking. He glanced at his watch. He seemed to be nervous. While I drank some of the water, I stared at him over the glass. "You want some more, brother?" my voice was soft. He looked at me. I wasn't sure whether he was nervous. Perhaps he was just plain horny and wasn't sure whether he'd have enough time to do his sister once more. I put the glass down and started stroking my breasts. "Well? You want some more of this?" and I raised my top, showing him my bra covered breasts. He cleared his throat. "No Anna, I think it's time you go home." "Hmm, that's your head talking, but your cock tells a different story," I smiled when he looked at the bulge in his pants. "But that's OK, sweety, I'm sure you must be tired. You've had a very busy weekend. With 'you' I actually mean him," and I pointed at his crotch. "Just a quick peek before I go?" and I raised my skirt so, that he could see my panties. I slowly pulled them down, just far enough for him to see my pussy. He tried to keep his face neutral, but I saw the lust creep into his eyes. He groaned and lunged suddenly forwards, grabbing me and spinning me roughly around. He pushed me towards the dining table and bend me over it. His hands raised my skirt well above my hips and he frantically yanked my panties further down my legs. "Oooh," I moaned, my pussy throbbing in anticipation. There was the unmistakable sound of his zipper and he grabbed my waist. I felt his thick hot head pushing against the entrance to my wet cunt. He didn't waste any time, but pushed his cock straight into my pussy. There was no time to take it slow, there was no desire to tease and play, there was only the deep, raw desire to fuck and that's what he did. Pulling his cock nearly all the way out and then slamming it back in. Deeper and harder, our moans and grunts were almost desperate. His balls slapped against my cunt as he pumped his fat cock as deep as possible inside my pussy. My brother's fingers dug in my hips as he slammed hard inside of me. "Mmm, yeah, oh fuck yeah," he moaned, "You fucking whore, you make me cum again." I met his thrusts, his cock nearly splitting me in half. My pussy cum was already leaking out, which only made my brother fuck me harder. "Ooh, you fucking slut," he grunted in my ear as he'd grabbed my tits and pulled me close to him. His cock still sliding in and out of me. "You fucking, fucking slut." I fingered myself and with my other hand I held on to one of his hands that was groping my tits. "Hmmmm, I like you talking dirty to me." "Cock sucking, fucking slut," he groaned and slowed down, "Only a slut like you would allow her brother to fuck her." "I'm such a slut," I agreed. "Mmmm, I'm gonna fill you up with my hot cum, you little bitch," he pushed me facewards on the table again. One hand in my neck, the other on my hip and he continued to pound in me. In out, in out. I felt my pussy clench around his cock and I stifled a cry when I felt my climax. He slowed down for just a second. Enough to move his hand from my neck to my hip. Then he sped up again, filling the room with the sound of sex. I moaned and he grunted deep animal like grunts. His need to fill me up was great. I felt the cold table top against my breasts and my hot pussy juices slid down my legs. I tried to grind his crotch, but he didn't let me. He continued the desperate pounding of my pussy. "I'm gonna cum, you fucking bitch," he grunted, "I'm gonna shoot my load in that tight hot pussy of yours. You slut. You fucking, fucking slut." Then he stifled a cry, digging his fingers even deeper into my hips and I felt him thrusting his spurting cock deep in my cunt. My pussy started milking his big cock. Eventually he slid out me and a little later I heard his zipper again. I pulled up my panties and my skirt fell back to my knees. My pussy throbbed from the hard sex. I turned to look at him and he stared straight back. "Be honest sis, how many cocks have buried themselves in that hot fucking hole of yours?" I smiled: "I don't kiss and tell, brother dear." "Nah, but you sure fuck, so, perhaps some telling?" I shook my head. "Sorry, it's none of your business." He reached and massaged my breast. "Who was your first? I know it wasn't Ben, so who was it?" I shook my head again. I wouldn't tell. Not to him. I won't ever tell him about the tall, strong man who took my virginity in his office. Just like I won't tell it was my boss at one of my temping jobs. Working as a temp certainly had its advantages... Instead of telling him anything, I went to the hallway and grabbed my stuff. I kissed him goodbye on his cheek and with his cum still leaking out of my pussy, I got in my car and drove home. A smile on my face. *** My brother and I haven't fucked since. It was just that one weekend. I've decided not to spend the night at their place again. When I'm there my brother and I act as if nothing has happened. We're not as cool and distant to each other as we used to be, but we're not exactly jumping with joy when we see each other, either. We've crossed a line that probably shouldn't have been crossed and for the sake of the kids, I will never cross it again. My brother knows this and leaves me alone, but every once in a while, when our family gets together, I can feel his gaze linger on me and I know he remembers. Just as I do.