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Brotherly Love

By: suegsusan



Jennifer and Phil had been married five years. On the whole it was a good marriage. They loved one another with a warm, deep love. They cared about one another greatly. However, their sexual life was not as fulfilling as they would have liked it to be, certainly not as much as Jennifer would have liked it to be. Oh, they had intercourse on a fairly regular basis, but it was more out of habit than out of real enjoyment.

And another thing - Jennifer really wanted a baby. After five years of marriage she had expected to have become a mother, but there was no sign of this wish being fulfilled. She was sure that Phil must be impotent, but he didn't want to go for tests. She was beginning to talk about adopting a baby, but again, Phil wasn't too keen on the idea.

One morning as Phil was opening the mail he let out a whoop of pleasure. "Jennifer!" he yelled into the kitchen, "Gordon's coming for a visit!"

Jennifer came into the living room to make sure she had heard right. "Did you say Gordon's coming? Your brother Gordon?"

"That's right. There's a letter from him. He's getting out of the army and he's going to take a break before he settles into civilian life. So he wants to come and visit for a couple of weeks."

"That's wonderful, Phil. I've wanted to meet him for so long."

At the time Jennifer and Phil first met, Gordon had just gone to Europe. He was in the army and had been transferred to a base in Germany. He was still there when they were married so he didn't make the wedding. He had been back in the U.S. now for a couple of years, but he was stationed on a base in Southern California, a long way from Phil and Jennifer's home in Portland, Maine - as far away as you can be within the continental United States. There just hadn't been an opportunity to get together until now.

Over the years Phil had talked quite a bit about his brother. Gordon was two years younger than Phil and was evidently by far the more outgoing personality of the two brothers. Phil tended to be shy and reserved, thoughtful and a bit of an introvert. He taught history at a state college. From the things Phil had said about their teen years Jennifer had the impression that Gordon was far more gregarious. According to Phil, Gordon was handsome, made friends easily, especially female friends. Although he had never married, Phil said that Gordon always had a beautiful girl on his arm. These friendships didn't seem to last too long, but Gordon never had any trouble attracting another girl to take the place of the one who left. And from his letters it seemed that this pattern continued with a host of attractive frauleins during his stay in Germany. Gordon enjoyed his women! Jennifer couldn't wait to meet him.

The visit was arranged and Gordon arrived on a Sunday afternoon, without any attractive woman in tow, to Phil's surprise. The brothers hadn't seen each other for about seven years and they had a lot to catch up on. Gordon and Jennifer, of course, had never seen each other. 

When Jennifer walked into the living room, Gordon leapt to his feet and stood for a moment in silence looking her up and down. "My God, Phil, why didn't you tell me what a beautiful wife you have?" Then turning to Jennifer, he said, "Jennifer, you've taken my breath away. I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen!" As Jennifer blushed with pleasure, Gordon turned back to Phil and said, "It's OK to hug my sister isn't it?" He didn't wait for an answer, but took Jennifer in his arms and gave her a long, lingering hug.

When he released her, Jennifer struggled for a few moments to get her breath back. Then she laughed, and said, "It's wonderful to meet you at last, Gordon. I've heard so much about you. And don't talk to me about being the most beautiful woman you've met. From what I've heard, you've dated all the most beautiful women in the world."

Without missing a beat, Gordon responded, "That's right, Jennifer. And that makes me more experienced than most people when it comes to judging beauty. That's why I can say that without a doubt you are number one. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever met. I had no idea Phil could beat me in finding a person like you. I didn't know he had it in him."

The conversation shifted to more mundane matters and the evening was spent in catching up on all their news and talking about Gordon's plans for the future, plans that seemed to be quite fluid. 

Around ten thirty Phil said, "Well, I'm afraid at least one of us has to work tomorrow, so I have to get to bed."

Gordon stood up and stretched. "Me too," he said. "I've had a tiring day's travel. I'm ready to hit the sack." As Jennifer stood, Gordon again took her in his arms and this time kissed her full on the lips. "Good night my beautiful sister," he said. "I'm really looking forward to getting to know you better." As they all went to bed Jennifer found herself wondering whether there was a hidden meaning in those words. Next morning by the time Gordon came downstairs Phil had already left for work. Jennifer was standing at the sink washing dishes. It was a warm summer day and she was wearing black shorts and a white halter top.

"Good morning, sister," said Gordon. "No, don't turn round," he added quickly as Jennifer began to turn. He moved behind her and leaning his body against hers, he reached his arms around her waist and gently squeezed her close to him. Then he let his hand slide up to the halter top until he was able to take a breast into each hand. As he caressed her breasts he whispered in her ear, "You are so gorgeous, Jennifer."

"Gordon, stop it!" she gasped. "You can't do that!"

"Honey, I'm doing it!" he whispered in her other ear.

"You mustn't do it then! I'm married, remember?" she found herself whispering back to him.

"I know you're married, sister," he whispered. He slid his hands under the halter top and as he had guessed, she was not wearing a bra. His hands slid over her bare breasts. He caressed them gently and then very gently squeezed each nipple. At the same time he kissed her on the back of her neck and then on each ear, quiet gentle kisses that sent shivers through her body.

Just as she was about to speak again he stood up straight and walked over to the kitchen table, where he sat down and lit a cigarette. "Don't worry, Jennifer," he said. "I'm not going to rape you. At least not unless you ask me to. You'll get used to me. That was just my friendly brother way of saying good morning! Say, is there any coffee going?"

Jennifer let out a long breath, went to the counter and poured two coffees which she put on the table and sat down across from Gordon.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I lit a cigarette in your kitchen without asking. I'm not usually that rude. Do you mind?"

"No I don't mind. I think I could do with a smoke myself, if you've got a spare."

"I'm sorry, Jennifer. I didn't realize you smoked."

"I don't," she laughed. "At least not any more. I gave it up more than a year ago. But right now I think I need one." He took out his pack and held it out to her. As she put a cigarette to her lips he flicked a flame onto his lighter. He held her hand to steady it as he put the flame to her cigarette. He withdrew the lighter but held her hand for few moments as he looked into her eyes. "God, you're beautiful!" he breathed.

She inhaled deeply, then blew smoke to the ceiling. She looked back at him. "I think we're even," she laughed nervously, "Because by God, you're a handsome hunk!"

They both laughed with mirth and the ice was broken.

"Listen, Jennifer," he said. "I know that Phil's probably told you that I have a reputation as a womanizer. And he's right. But I've never taken a woman against her will. And I pray God that never changes. Yes, you're beautiful, and yes I'd love to get to know you a lot better while I'm here. And, yes, I'll be honest, I'd love to fuck you. I can't think of anything I'd rather do. But I won't unless and until you are willing. I promise you that. But I'll flirt with you. I'll tease you and I'll give you the odd kiss and cuddle, and I'll do it in front of my brother, not just behind his back. But I won't force you to have sex against your will, that I promise."

"Thank you for that, Gordon. I trust you. And sure, I don't mind a bit of innocent flirting, but I don't know how Phil will handle it. He's a serious type, you know, and he can be quite jealous."

"Don't worry about Phil. Don't forget that I've known him a lot longer than you have. Now, what are we going to do this glorious summer day while my brother slaves away to earn enough money to keep you happy?"

"Why don't we go for a drive along the coast. There are places we can stop and go for a walk along the beach, and there are some delightful little restaurants where we could have lunch."

"Sounds good to me. My rental car is a convertible, just the thing for a drive in this gorgeous weather. Let's go."

They drove away from the built up areas and after a while parked on a bluff overlooking the ocean. They climbed down a steep path to a long sandy beach. At the bottom there was about a three foot drop to the beach. Gordon jumped down then turned and looked up at Jennifer. "Jump!" he said. "I'll catch you." Without hesitation she jumped and he caught her in his arms, setting her down gently on the soft sand. 

Still holding her, he looked into her eyes. "May I kiss you before we begin our walk?" By way of reply Jennifer reached both her arms around his neck and placed her lips against his, allowing her wet tongue to slide between his lips. They stood there silently kissing for several minutes. "Let's take off our shoes and leave them here. They'll be OK, and it's easier to walk in the sand barefoot," she suggested. At first they walked hand in hand, but soon his arm went behind her waist. She followed suit and they walked together along the edge of the lapping water, stopping every hundred yards or so to embrace and kiss one another. After a while they sat on a rock and looked out to sea.

"This is heaven!" he murmured. "The glorious beauty of earth and sky and you! Let's stay here forever!"

After a while they made their way back along the beach and found their shoes. Before they put them on for the steep climb back to the car they lay down on the sand side by side. They kissed and whispered sweet nothings to one another. He began to fondle her breasts and as her breathing grew faster he reached his hand down and slid it up her bare thigh towards her pussy which was already doing strange things to her.

She pushed his hand away. "Gordon, we're beginning to get into dangerous ground here. I think we'd better go." Without hesitation he said, "You're right. I promised." He stood up and pulled her up.

They had a delightful lunch followed by a leisurely drive home. He helped her prepare dinner and when Phil came home from work they were both sitting on the back deck enjoying a cool beer.

"So how have you spent your day?" asked Phil as he poured himself a beer.

"I've been making passionate love to your beautiful wife all day, dear brother!"

Phil laughed. "I'm serious. How have you spent the day?"

Now Jennifer laughed. She stood up and put her glass on the table. "Didn't you hear him, darling. We've been making love." She walked over to the chair where Gordon was sitting and to Phil's astonishment, she plunked herself down on Gordon's lap, put an arm around his neck and gave him a long lingering kiss. She looked up at her husband with an impish grin, and said, "Can you think of a better way to spend the day?" As she stood up they all laughed, though Phil's laugh was a little hesitant. "Come on in," she said. "Dinner's ready!"

Next morning Jennifer was again in the kitchen when Gordon came down, but this time she was leaning with her back to the sink.

"Good morning, my handsome brother! This morning it's your turn to be frisked" She was grinning from ear to ear.

"What are you talking about?" he asked.

"Remember this time yesterday? Well, now it's your turn. Come over here and stand facing the sink."

Gordon did as he was told and Jennifer stood behind him with her body pressed against his. With her arms around his waist she stood on tiptoes and kissed the back of his neck. She moved her hands gradually down over his stomach until she reached his crotch. Feeling for his balls, she began to squeeze them while with her other hand she began to stroke the erection which she felt growing firmer by the second.

"You're a handsome hunk, Gordon, and if I wasn't married to your brother I'd take you to bed right now." He moaned as she slid his zipper down and reached inside to take a hold on his hardening cock. She began to pump it up and down while continuing to massage his balls. Just when he thought he was going to come, she stopped and moved away from him.

"That, my dear brother is all for now. But if you're a good boy this morning, there might be more surprises to come. OK, now come and get your breakfast."

He turned round and made a lunge at her. "Come here, dammit, you can't stop now you've worked me up this far!" She danced out of his way and picked up the coffee pot. "Be quiet!" she said. "Sit down and have your breakfast."

During breakfast she asked if he played tennis. "As a matter of fact I do. I love the game."

"There are courts down the road. You can borrow Phil's racquet and we' can play this morning. Just the thing to calm down that pent-up energy in your pants!" she laughed.

They played a hard three sets on the tennis court, and with the sun gathering heat throughout the morning the perspiration was running down their bodies as they walked home.

"I think we both need a good shower after that exercise," Jennifer said as they entered the house. I'm sure your brother won't mind if you use the walk in shower in our ensuite master bedroom. There's room for both of us!"

He stopped in his tracks. "Did I hear what I think I heard?" he asked.

"Of course," she laughed, "if you don't like that idea, you can wait outside until I'm finished!" She led the way into the big bedroom and they wasted no time in stripping off all their clothes, letting them fall to the floor. Jennifer slid back the glass door to the extra large walk-in shower and turned on the taps. "Here," she said, handing Gordon a bar of soap. "Soap me all over, will you. Then I'll do you."

He couldn't believe the change in her. He soaped her entire body, taking time to rub each breast and then slid his soapy hands up the inside of her legs all the way to her pussy as she leant back against the side of the shower stall moaning. Then she took the soap and rubbed his chest and stomach, but very quickly got to his erect penis. "How come," she asked, "if you are brothers, your prick is so much bigger then Phil's?" He laughed. "It's not even in full sail yet!"

She dropped the soap and he took her in his arms, kissing her hungrily and passionately while his prick pressed hard against her and the hot water cascaded over them. "Oh my God, you're so beautiful, Jennifer!" he moaned as she took a firm hold on his prick and began to pump it up and down. By this time all the soap had washed off them, but their bodies were slick with the rushing water. She pressed his prick to the opening of her pussy. "Fuck me, Gordon! Fuck me right here in the shower and then we'll go to bed." He eased his prick into her wet cunt. She grabbed the cheeks of his arse and pulled upwards as he forced her hard against the side of the shower. He fucked her until she screamed, "Oh Christ, that's good, that's so good." With a quivering final thrust he shot a great jet of sperm deep inside her as she screamed, "I'm coming, I'm coming! Christ I'm coming!"

He turned off the taps and lifted her limp body out of the shower stall, dried her off with a big white bath towel and laid her gently on the bed. When he had dried himself off he lay down beside her and pulled her body close to his.

"Thank you, my darling!" he said. "I promised you I wouldn't rape you and I wouldn't take advantage of you until you were ready. I didn't imagine it, did I? You did ask me to fuck you, didn't you?"

"I did, Gordon, I did. I knew last night that I couldn't hold off for very long. I know that what we are doing is wrong, but I can't help that. Somehow it just doesn't seem wrong, if that makes any sense to you."

"Jennifer, right and wrong in matters of sex have never made much sense to me. As long as we both find satisfaction in each other, and joy in each other then I've given up trying to solve the riddle of right and wrong."

He kissed her deeply with his tongue probing her mouth as his hands gently caressed her full breasts. His penis began to come back to life again. She felt it growing firm against her body and again she took hold of it, stroking it gently. She shifted her body until she was in a position to kiss the tip of his prick. Then she began to lick in circles around the head. By this time his tongue had found her pussy and was darting inside in search of her clit. She began to suck his prick into her mouth - in a little way then out again - then in again - further this time. Soon she had a good rhythm going as she sucked the whole shaft deep into her mouth. She almost choked as he exploded with another load of his juices into her throat just as she reached an orgasm of her own.

They lay still and rested for a while, but it wasn't long before she whispered, "Is there enough life left in that thing to fuck me again, darling?" His penis answered her question for her as she felt it growing firm once more. He eased it into her and they were soon moving in total unison as his prick thrust deeper and deeper inside her, with her ankles locked behind his back adding force to each thrust.

"Ooooh my God! I'm coming again. Ooooh Christ! Oooooh I'm coming!" she shrieked as his life-giving fluid pumped deep inside her. 

As they lay still together for a while, Gordon found himself marvelling that he could be here in his brother's bed, fucking his brother's wife, and feeling so good about it and knowing that she too felt good about it. But he didn't think Phil would feel good about it if he knew! But then, why did he need to know?

That night when Phil came home, he asked, "How was your day today? More flirting I suppose?"

"No," said Jennifer with a straight face. "We played tennis all morning and I think that used up all our energy. But now that you've raised the subject, what about it, Gordon. Come and give me a kiss." Gordon got up and went over to Jennifer, who was standing beside her husband. "Excuse me, Phil," said Gordon, "I never refuse a request from a beautiful lady." He took Jennifer in his arms and they kissed passionately, each of them probing the other's mouth with their tongue.

"OK, OK, That's enough!" said Phil. "I'm sorry I raised the subject. Let's have supper."

Jennifer and Gordon fucked in Phil and Jennifer's bed every day for the next week, until Gordon reluctantly said he had to go back out West and look for a job.

A month later Jennifer wrote a brief letter to Gordon. "I missed my period this month and my doctor has confirmed I'm pregnant. As you know Phil and I have been married five years and I haven't been able to get pregnant. I'm sure Phil is impotent, but fortunately he doesn't believe that. I'm so happy for what you have done for me."

Nine months later another letter from Jennifer to Gordon. "I gave birth yesterday to a lovely baby boy. Phil came into the hospital, and when he saw the baby he said, ‘I think we should call him Gordon.' I didn't argue about that. I'll send you a photo of baby Gordon as soon as I can. Thank you!"

Brotherly Love



“Ever since the day of your wedding Jane, I’ve wanted you so badly, I never understood why you married my brother and not me. I could have pleased you in so many more ways and what’s more you even gave me a blow job behind the chapel. Why was that anyways? Why on the day that you married my brother did you choose to give in and go down on me? Why not before? That could have been us at the alter! Obviously Len would never have forgiven me, but what’s in a brother anyway? I can’t fuck him! …… What are you looking at?”

Jane’s eyes were fixated on the huge bulge in Stephen’s pants, the look on her face told him that he had not made a mistake by bringing this all out into the open. Before Jane could say a word Stephen was tearing off her shirt and throwing her onto his brother’s bed. Fortunately for Stephen and Jane, Len had a job that took him out of town a lot. They both knew that this would not be the last time this would occur. 

Jane smiled evilly as Stephen bared her soft, smooth flesh and began kissing her neck ravenously. He began working his way down her body, stopping at sensuous places and making sure that Jane knew that he could please her greatly. She acknowledged his efforts by moaning loud and drawn out sounds of ecstasy. When Stephen at last reached Jane’s “pleasure center” with out hesitation he buried his face right in . 

His tongue lashed in and out, Jane knew from this moment that Stephen was able to please her much more than Len was. Stephen was incredibly talented with his tongue, he’d certainly done this a few times before. Jane was not even nearly ready to come yet and Stephen knew this, so he worked his way back up to her neck and drew back for a moment so that he could remove his outer layer. 

Jane looked on in awe, she was amazed at the size difference between Stephen and Len, they were brothers after all. Her mouth was wide open and Stephen saw this as an invitation. He straddled Jane’s legs and began moving up her body, brushing his large appendage past certain areas as he passed them, until eventually he reached her chest. He sat gently on her breasts and slowly moved his penis toward her open mouth, fortunately Jane had a rather large mouth to go along with Stephen’s sizeable package and it was like poetry in motion. 

He thrust his ever growing shaft in and out of her mouth. Again and again Stephen thrust in and out, in and out, in and out, he had worked up quite a nice rhythm but realized he had to stop before he got too carried away. He withdrew from her mouth and snaked his wet cock back down her body to the place he had been craving for so long. Again without hesitation he plunged right in and Jane gasped for she’d never such a large member inside her. Stephen noticed her wince in pain and asked her if she wanted him to take it slowly, to which she replied “Hell no!! Fuck me hard big boy!!!”

Not wanting to disappoint Stephen began to pump his powerful love rod at a medium pace in and out of her damp cave. As Jane became even more wet Stephen pumped harder and faster, never missing a beat. By this time they were both making quite a large amount of noise, between the moans, groans and heavy breathing and the sound of skin slapping, it was quite a momentous racket. So much so that they didn’t hear the car pull up outside and the keys unlock the front door. 

Jane’s breathing grew deeper still as she began to reach her orgasmic peak, her muscles began to tighten around Stephen’s hard penis. Feeling this happen brought Stephen on the verge of orgasm also. A few more thrusts and the baby batter would flood the cave ….. Moments later an explosion of pleasure from both parties accompanied by a door bursting open and Len walking in.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?” shouted Len? Stephen and Jane just lay there, his now limp penis still inside of her. Len drew a pistol from his jacket and pointed it at the pair on the bed “I SAID WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?” Jane moved so that she could look at Len and simply said “What the fuck does it look like? We’re having sex!!! Or we were till you walked in here.” Len stood still with the gun pointed at Stephen and Jane not knowing what to do. For about a minute he stood motionless, then said “I WANT IN!”

Jane looked at him in disgust and Len could tell she wasn’t going to make this easy. “LET ME JOIN IN OR I’LL SHOOT BOTH OF YOU!” At this point Stephen showed signs of life and turned to face his bother and the gun, this shocked the life out of him. “ok bro, just chill, gimmie a couple minutes to get it back up and we’ll all go at it.” Stephen was not sure if his brother would go for this, but it seemed to work, Len threw the gun away and started to take off his clothes. Stephen made his way over to the corner, cock in hand and began working himself back up. 

Len took his chance alone with Jane and sat straight on her face, shoving his dick as far into her mouth as he could. Jane reluctantly took his tool in her hand and rubbed his shaft up and down, teasing the end with her tongue. Before long the brothers were both armed and ready for round two. There was a bit of an argument about who was going to go where but after a small squabble Jane ended up lying on her side with Stephen entering from behind and Len’s small penis back in her mouth. 

Jane tried to keep it interesting for Len but try as she might there was no denying it, Stephen was a much better fuck than Len was. Stephen had got himself into a rhythm again and Jane began to forget all about Len. She let go of his dick and let is slip from her mouth, Len grabbed it and slapped her across the face with it. “SUCK IT BITCH!” he screamed. Jane ignored him totally because she was totally taken up by what Stephen was doing to her. 

Len started to get angry “SUCK MY MOTHER FUCKING COCK YOU WHORE!” but Jane just went on ignoring him. Len got frustrated and stepped back a bit and started to jerk off. Stephen all the while kept his rhythm and was slowly bringing Jane once again to the verge of orgasm. Len was doing a fine job of himself and soon had a small stain on the blanket of which he was very proud, he rolled off the side of the bed and hit his head on the bedside dresser, rendering him unconscious on the floor. 

Stephen kept pumping away and soon had Jane right on the edge, he could once again feel her muscles tightening around his stiff cock. One last big, deep thrust and she was flowing. Stephen held on for a tad longer, withdrew his penis and began to toss off while leaning over Jane so that his cum would land on her stomach. After a few seconds the juices flowed and came to rest on Jane’s stomach, Stephen took her hand and spread the cum all over her belly, then made her lick it off her hand. Smiling contentedly he lay to rest next to her and the both of them were soon asleep, with Len still out cold on the floor.



Brotherly Love



She stood outside the bar, dressed in a short, tight, white skirt, and a brief silk tank top, that revealed the swell of her breasts; strappy white high-heeled sandals completed her outfit. Her long dark hair was swept away from her face and held with a rose shaped clip. It was so hot and steamy; she held a hand under her hair to hold it off her neck. The beads of sweat were dripping down her neck and traveling to the valley between her breasts. Her long legs were tanned and bare, they seemed to gleam in the night.

She heard a truck rumbling down the street. She turned to look at it coming towards her and recognized one of her brothers truck. Trevor had five brothers, he was supposed to have picked her up a half hour ago, and now he sent his brother. Jesse pulled the truck over to the side in front of where she was standing. Callie walked over to the truck and he pushed the door open for her. She hiked up her skirt and climbed in as best she could. 

"Jesse, where's Trevor?" She asked

"He's still working on your car." He replied

He pulled away from the curb, and switched on the radio. Callie started dancing in her seat; the music was great, made her want to move. They had a long drive ahead of them; the friend she was visiting lived a few hours away. Jesse always drove the back roads; he liked to tear up the gravel. 

They drove with the on for a while, the radio blasting, the air conditioner on full blast, when Callie heard a loud bang and the truck veered off the road. 

"Damn" Jesse swore.

The truck stopped almost in the ditch, Jesse hopped out and grabbed a flashlight from the back. He disappeared beneath the truck; he reappeared a few minutes later and came back Callie.

"Bad news, Callie," he said, "We're not going anywhere."

"Anywhere?" she asked

"You better get out your phone and call Trevor."

Callie sat and thought about the dead battery to the cell phone in her purse. "Jesse?"

"Yeah?"

"My phone's dead, I forgot to charge the battery." She said, biting her lip.

"We're in the middle of nowhere at three o clock in the morning for chriss sakes. We can't go knocking on doors this late, if we could find any."

"Well, I'm not sitting in this hot truck, that's for sure." Callie said

She reached behind the seat and grabbed a blanket, opened the door and jumped out of the truck. She was still a little unsteady on her feet; she took a deep breath and steadied herself against the truck. She walked down the road for a minute or two and then spread the blanket out on the grassy roadside. Callie looked over and saw Jessie striding towards her. 

"Callie, what are you doing?" He asked

"Jessie, come ever here, sit down, we may as well be comfortable while we wait. Trevor will come looking for us eventually." Callie replied

"You're just going to sit here?" he asked her skeptically

Callie sat down upon the blanket and looked up at him, "the moon is full, the stars are out, what more could you want, Jesse?" she asked

His blue eyes met her gaze and his eyebrows raised, "yeah, what more could you want?" 

He sat down next to her on the blanket and looked around. "Listen" she said, "Listen to the sounds of the night."

"I guess this is kind of cool" he replied. He lay back and out his arms behind his head. Callie lay down on her side and propped her elbow under her head. They lay there in silence, gazing at the stars. 

"All we need is some music now and this would be great." He said. 

"Well let's go turn up the radio," she said 

"I'll do it" Jesse said, but Callie was already getting to her feet. Jesse stood as well and Callie took a step off the blanket, her heel caught in a hole and she started to fall. Jesse reached for her and they fell to the ground together. 

"Well this is interesting," Callie lay full out on top of him and she could feel his hard body, pressed against her. She drew in her breath and just stared at him, so close she could feel his breath on her face. She moved a little to get off him and felt him grow hard against her as she squirmed against him. 

In an instant his lips claimed hers and their hands were all over each other. Jesse's arms wrapped around her body as his tongue invaded her mouth. The kiss seemed to last forever, as their tongues played against each other. His hands began to mover stroking her back and running through her hair. They moved lower and lower and reached down to cup her ass, he gave it a little squeeze, and pressed her harder against him. 

"Ohhh" Callie moaned.

With a quick motion, he rolled her over and was on her in an instant. He began to ravage her with his mouth, his tongue working up and down upon her neck. His teeth nibbling at her earlobe and his hot breath against her ear. Callie was consumed by desire; she felt a rush running over her body. His tongue drew a trail from her ears to her neck down to the valley between her breasts. 

Callie was lost in the sensation's Jesse was sending through her body. She felt like she was feeling every kiss, every caress all over her body. He reached up and pulled her shirt off over her head. He drew in a sharp breath at the site of her round breasts spilling out of her bra. He reached down and set one luscious breast free, and took it gently in his mouth and began to suck it. He pulled back and bit down on her nipple just enough, and it sent shivers through her body.

"Mmm,"

Her nipple hardened in an instant, and he licked slowly around the outside. He took the other breast and gave it the same attention. Callie was so alert of his every move, when he moved she sensed it before he did. His head moved lower and he stopped at the waistband of her skirt, his fingers found the zipper and slowly pulled it down, Callie lifted her hips and he slid the skirt off her. His hands caressed her thighs and her slowly took her brief g-string off. In an instant his head was between her legs and touched his tongue to her hot pussy.

"Oh, Jesse, oh my." Callie moaned.

Jesse's tongue was working magic on her clit and his finger had found it's way into her pussy; he massaged her with this finger and then slipped another inside her. Callie was moving her hips and grinding her pussy into his face. She was anxious, she pushed him away from her and reached for his zipper. She hurriedly dragged it down and pulled at the waistband of his jeans. Jesse pulled them off over his lean hips and Callie leaned down and began to kiss his cock. Soft whispery kisses that had his cock hardening with every touch. She pulled away and climbed on top of him and shoved her dripping wet pussy into his face. His tongue eagerly reached out and found her throbbing clit. 

She leaned down and took his hard cock into her mouth, slowly taking in just a little at a time, her tongue trailing slowly around and around the head. She drew back, teasing him, and then took him fully into her mouth. She could feel herself so close, his tongue and his fingers working magic on her pussy. She increased her speed and fucked his cock with her mouth, faster and faster.

"Ohhh, yes, yes." She cried as her orgasm flowed over her, Jesse licked up her hot sweet nectar as it poured over his face. Callie moved off of him and got onto her knees, Jesse looked at her and slide his cock into her in a rush, his balls slamming into her ass. He fucked her hard, again and again. 

"Ummmmm". Callie moaned.

She exploded as his cock pumped her faster and faster. She pushed back against him, moving with him. He slowed and pulled out of her and she felt cheated, he put his arms around her and pulled her back against him. He settled her onto his lap and his cock filled her again, Callie could not believe how it felt to be riding him this way, he seemed to fill her completely. She moved up and down slowly then faster, it was all building inside her again, the passion burning her, she moved faster as another orgasm built, she screamed out as the intensity of it surprised her.

"Oohhhhh. Ohhhh God." She screamed.

Her body shook as it washed over her, wave after wave. She slowed completely and just held him there inside her, her pussy contracting all around him. He pulled her back against his chest and just held her for a moment and his lips caressed her neck. Callie moved, sensing what he wanted next, she laid back upon the blanket and he entered her slowly and began to move with slow steady strokes. There was no hurry; he took his time, bringing her closer and closer yet again. He could feel the change in her, her breath coming quicker; she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him close to her. He increased his pace and she met him thrust for thrust. He drew back almost completely out of her and slammed back into her hard. 

"MMM, please, Jesse, ohhh, please." She moaned

He fucked her harder and harder and her fingernails raked his back leaving a trail of blood in their wake. She became frantic, she couldn't get enough. She wanted to him to climb inside of her. 

He grinned at her and pulled himself almost completely out of her and began to tease her with his cock, slowly fucking her with the head of his cock. 

"Please, please, oohhhh." She begged

He chuckled slightly, enjoying the power he had over her. He pulled himself almost completely out of her and was going to tease her again, when she moved and shoved him away from her. She pushed him back against the ground and mounted him. She sank down slowly upon him and began to move slowly, back and forth, feeling him inside her. His hand found her clit and he began to massage it in hard fast circles. Her whole body tingled and trembled, she rode him hard then, her body glistening with sweat in the moonlight. 

"oh, oh, oooooohhhhhhhhh," she moaned

He looked at her face and the look that crossed it was too much for him, he grabbed her ass and pushed her into him, harder and harder, his hot seed rushed into her, filling her and mixing with her nectar, as the night sounds blended with the sound of their passion. 

Callie collapsed on top of him, and lay there pressed against him. She moved slowly off of him, and began to gather her scattered clothing. She began to dress slowly, not sure what had happened here. She felt his hands reach for her and he pulled her against him and wrapped her in his arms. He kissed the top of her head and then let her go. He had his jeans back on and his shirt was nowhere to be found. He picked up the blanket and began to follow her back to the truck. 

They stood there in silence, Callie turned to Jesse just as a pair of headlights began to move down the road. His blue eyes caught her gaze and she saw so much there. As the vehicle moved closer, Callie could make out her car. "It's Trevor." She said

As he pulled up and began to walk towards them, Callie looked at Jesse and said, "Jesse?"

"Yeah?" he asked.

"You can pick me up anytime." She said with a smile.



Brotherly Love



I grew up in a large family. My oldest half-brother, Leslie, moved back into the attic apartment in our family home with his two young sons after his divorce. His wife turned into a drug addict, and he divorced her and got custody of the boys, Joshua and Jeremy.

Leslie was a coal miner, doing shift work at a local mine about 20 miles from our home. Because of the constantly changing shifts he worked, one of us kids still living at home would have to watch the boys for him. He paid us to watch them, and they were good boys, so it was not a bad deal, except that it meant we couldn't go out with our friends; we had to stay home and babysit. My oldest sister, Alana, had a job at the mall, so she was rarely available to watch them. Mainly the task fell to my older brother, Tommy Joe (TJ) and me.

One Saturday night, Leslie got a call to go into work. At the time, the mines were just about to go on a lengthy strike, which meant that unemployment was looming and all the miners were trying to get in as much work as possible before the strike began. So when Les got the call to pull a double shift, he immediately bird-dogged TJ and me to watch the boys.

TJ had plans and tried to dodge the bullet for that evening, but since he had tickets to the Steelers' game on Sunday, he knew that he was nailed. I had no particular plans, but I wasn't going to agree to watch them all night Saturday and all day Sunday too. After a lot of grousing, TJ agreed to babysat Sat. night if I took over on Sunday. With that agreement pending, Leslie left for work.

Not much was going on at my house that night. I watched Saturday Night Live in the living room, and was going to head for bed when I decided to go up to the attic and talk to TJ before hitting the sack.

There are two ways to access the attic apartment; one is through a winding set of outside stairs that were installed when it was renovated into an apartment, and the other (little-used) set of pull-down steps in my closet. I went up this way because it was easiest. I was climbing up the last set of stairs when I could hear the tv playing in Les's room. 

I decided that I would scare the crap out of TJ for being such a whiny baby about watching the boys, and just because that's the kind of thing kid sisters do to big brothers all the time. Because he had the tv on, TJ couldn't hear my approach, and I giggled silently at how surprised he would be.

The set-up of the attic is one large, multi-purpose room opening up off the stairs, with a small bedroom for the boys off to its left, and a bigger bedroom for my brother at the other end. A miniscule bathroom is cordoned off of the kitchen / living area. There is no way someone in my brother's bedroom could see someone approaching from the closet stairs. I crept closer. I could hear the tv, and heard a lot of strange sounds, like someone was in a lot of pain. I figured TJ had on Chiller Theatre and it was a good one. Maybe I'd stay and watch it, since I'd have company and wouldn't be so scared.

Right outside the doorway I paused. From this vantage point I could clearly see the tv, but TJ's back was to me and he was unaware of my presence.

There were two naked women and a naked man on the screen! They were doing all sorts of things to one another that had caused the "painful" moans and groans I had heard. TJ had his jeans unzipped and was stroking his cock with his hand while he watched the scene on tv.

One girl was being fucked doggy-style by the man while she buried her face in the crotch of the beautiful girl spread-eagled in front of her. The sight caused my knees to go weak and my pussy to swell and twitch. I watched in lust-crazed wonder as my brother beat his meat, harder and faster as his eyes remained riveted to the screen. I never had seen a penis before on a grown man. It was huge! At least 9" or 10" long and very thick in circumference. It was very red, almost purple in color. He stroked faster and faster, mumbling, "That's right; like her clit! Suck on it while he fucks your ass!"

I didn't know what to do; I knew I should get out of there but I was so aroused by the sights and sounds that I couldn't move. My hand crept up under my nightie and into my panties. My cunt was soaking wet! I thought that I had peed my pants. I started moving my hand back and forth across my pussy, then up inside where it was even hotter and wetter. I eventually found my clit and started to finger myself faster and faster. I was almost there, and let out a soft moan of my own as the orgasm approached.

"Amythyst! What the fuck are you doing up here!" my brother had spun around, cock still in hand when he heard my moan.

"Oh TJ!" I gasped. "Oh my God!" I had been so close to my first orgasm! And now it was all snatched away! "I can't stop now. Please!" I begged him. My cunt was aching, a dull throb that I instinctively knew would be eased by orgasm. My fingers were still busy in my pussy.

"You should never have come up here!" he said. "You're going to get me in a lot of trouble."

"Let me watch it with you. Please! I just want to watch it and make myself feel good! Please TJ! It won't take long; I was almost there!"

"We can't watch porn together, Amythyst! We're brother and sister." I noticed that although he was no longer stroking his huge cock, it remained hard. 

I moved toward the couch. "I'll sit at one end and you at the other so we don't even touch."

He groaned and shook his head. "You're gonna get me in trouble," he repeated, but I noticed he had resumed stroking himself. "Just sit there, ok?"

I sank back against the cushions and started thrusting my fingers in and out of my cunt. It made a wet, squishy sound that was turning me on even more. I opened my eyes and noticed that TJ was no longer watching the action on the screen, but was instead riveted by my masturbating. I had pulled my white cotton panties to one side. In a strangled voice, TJ gasped, "Take off your panties!"

I smiled. "Do you want to see me better?"

"Yes, dammit!"

I discarded the sopping panties and spread my cunt even wider. He was on his knees in front of me, stroking harder and faster. I moved my fingers to my clit and started rubbing, but I missed the penetration.

"Oh, Amythyst! I can't stand it! Will you let me fuck you, just one time?" He was begging.

But I was scared. What if I got pregnant with my brother's baby! Apparently, TJ thought about it too, because then he changed his request.

"Just with my mouth, Amy. Please let me make you come with my mouth."

"Yes, TJ! Make me come, and you come too!"

He dove into my pussy, licking and sucking and finger-fucking me while he jacked himself off. One finger slid into my asshole and I jumped, then settled down to enjoy the sensation. It was incredible! My brother was sucking my clit while three of his fingers slid in and out of me. His pinky finger was buried to the hilt in my ass. Suddenly he moaned, "I can't hold off anymore!"

As he started to spurt, he jerked his cock right over my clit and the hot juice spurted out onto me, sending me over the edge and into my first orgasm. His come was all over me! After he had shot his wad, he was still hard! He lowered his mouth to my pussy and licked off every drop of come from my cunt. This sent me into a second frenzied orgasm, and suddenly he was on top of me, his hugely swollen cock pumping in and out of my formerly virgin pussy. He was crying as he fucked me. "I'm sorry, Amy! Oh god Amy I just want to keep on fucking you!"

I pumped back, harder and harder, squeezing his dick with my vaginal muscles. I felt him stiffen and he reached his hand down and diddled my clit so I came again with him. I couldn't believe that anything could ever feel this good!

When it was over, we showered together, washing the juices from each others' bodies. We agreed that we couldn't risk a pregnancy, so we couldn't do that anymore. However, TJ said that there were many other things that we could do, and one day I'll come back and tell you all about the things my brother and I did together...



Brotherly Love



I never considered myself to be gay, but I do remember a point in my latter teen years when I found that I was attracted to the male body. I don't know if it was my fascination with my own developing body or what but I was always curious. I vividly recall my first "gay" experience, which happened when I was 18. This happened with my brother who was a year older than I am. 

First of all, I must say that I used to admire his cock when we showered together. I must say he was well hung and even at that age he must have been a good eight inches. I was a bit smaller than he was and I was so envious. I wished that my dick could have been that size so I could be more attractive to girls. 

Anyway, I never thought anything of it until one night I awoke and thought I was in a dream. I had the most pleasurable feeling and as I slowly came to full consciousness I realized that I was getting my dick sucked. It felt so heavenly, but I wondered who the hell it was. "I've had my dick sucked before but it had never been like this" I thought to myself as I felt my dick slide in and out of that nice warm mouth. I was practically rock hard by the time I became fully aware of what was happening and my eyes had adjusted to the faint light that was coming in through the glass windows.

What I saw blew my mind. I could barely make out the form of my brother in the dark, but I was not about to let him know that I was aware of what was happening. I tried to lie there as still as possible and enjoy the unexpected pleasure that was afforded me. I couldn't lie still for long though as I was enjoying myself watching my brother as he lovingly licked the tip of my cock and then allowed his lips to slide down to my balls in a slow, deliberate moves. A soft moan escaped my lips and I wanted to call out his name and beg him to make me cum. 

I could feel the tension building in my groin as I watched him. He seemed to be enjoying himself as much as I was. I think he sensed that I was awake by this time so he was less careful now as he greedily sucked my balls into his mouth. I couldn't bear it any longer so I reached down and rested my hand lightly on his head guiding him closer to the crack of my ass. He realized what I wanted to so he let his tongue slide tantalizingly close to my asshole and then back up to my balls, all the while slowly giving me a hand job that just increased the sensation of lust that was building within me. 

I was so lost in the moment that I didn't realize that his head had slid down again until I felt something wet nudge my asshole which he now had access to since I had unknowingly spread my legs. It was his tongue and it felt so good as he licked my asshole while every now again sticking his tongue in as far as was possible. When he was finished there he slowly came back up to my dick which he now fully focused on. By this time he was fully on my bed as he took my now swollen cock into his mouth and started to suck like there was no tomorrow. I couldn't help but raise up a bit and reach out for that cock I had for so long admired. God, it felt even larger than I knew it to be and I just had to taste him. 

I told him I wanted to suck him too, so he came around and straddled my chest, all the while my never letting my cock slip out of his mouth. As soon as that cock was over my head I put out my tongue. The tip was already wet with his precum, and I liked the taste of it. I tentatively took the entire head in my mouth, not sure if I could take all of his eight inches down my throat. I soon got the hang of it though and we were soon fucking each other's mouths with wild abandon. God!! I was so turned on. As I ground my cock into my brother's mouth, my hips lifted off the bed. 

I could feel his body stiffen above me as he fucked my now willing mouth in earnest. I knew he was ready to come, and I felt the pressure building up in my own balls. I couldn't hold back any more and I was about to tell him that I was going to come when I sensed that his stiff cock was throbbing harder than ever and just about ready to burst. I actually started to pull my cock away, not wanting to cum in his mouth but he realized and got a firm grip on my hips and buried my cock in his throat. That was the last straw, I just started cumming like crazy. He never missed a beat and just kept on sucking while my whole body bucked beneath him. God, I never felt so much pleasure. 

Just then, he started to cum also and not to be outdone I tried to swallow every drop of his cum. I couldn't swallow as fast, but I was determined not to choke on it. Some escaped my lips but I must say I got a lot for the first time sucking cock. We sucked each other dry and when we were finished he turned around and lay down next to me. 

We kissed each other, right there in the dark savoring the taste of each others' cum mixed in our mouths and knowing that this would not be the last time. We lay this way for a while without exchanging a word, but the feeling of contentment was there. This was something we both wanted for a long time and now we had it.



Brotherly Love



Sometimes it seemed like a dream to me. Two weeks ago I’d wound up at my brother Scott’s apartment and gotten stoned and next thing I knew he was sucking my dick. All kinds of things happened from there. It was kind of a wild night. The next day, however, he’d all but pushed me out of his apartment. I wasn’t sure if what had happened had been my fault. Maybe I’d embarrassed him. I did know that night I’d gone through a million and one sensations, having him suck me and then later on have sex with me, it was the some of the most amazing feelings and one of the most intense experiences I’d ever had. I thought about it all the time and every time I let my thoughts head that way I’d inevitably get a hard on. Then feel guilty because it was my older brother I was fantasizing about. 

With no explanation he showed up outside my school one lunchtime a couple of weeks later. I recognised his car and wandered over. He was leaning back against it, wearing his versace jeans and a skin tight white teeshirt. He smiled at me over black ray bans and I felt an incredible sense of relief to see him but all the same when I reached him I felt shy.

“Hey,” I said. “What are you doing here?”

“Waiting for you,” he said. “Got any classes this afternoon.”

I nodded.

“Smart kid like you, you can afford to cut school for one afternoon,” he said. I hesitated. It was my senior year and while I wasn’t flunking my academic record wasn’t exactly stunning. “Sure, you can,” said Scott, opening the door not thinking for a moment I was going to say no to him. And he was right. “I need your help with something.”

“Okay,” I said. “Sure.” I got into the car wondering what it was he had planned. I have to admit I was also wondering if things were going to get as hot as last time.

Scott slid into the drivers seat, he was so good looking. We look a little alike but not much. Its like I’m some kind of smudged copy of the original. His face is angular and strong and when he smiles it lights up his face like he is planning the most outrageous mischief. And generally he is.

“You haven’t been over lately,” hesaid breaking into the silence as we pulled out onto the road.

“Been busy,” I said. He glanced at me and his eyes were laughing and I started to relax. I’d been out of my mind to think he might be weird about what happened. Scott loved weird. That’s the exact lifestyle he wishes to cultivate. “I didn’t know if you wanted me coming over.” I said being a little more honest.

“You’re my kid brother,” he said. He’d pulled up to a red light. He looked at me and his expression was serious, maybe even a little sad. “That’s a truth that isn’t ever going to change. No matter what happens. I’m always going to be glad to see you. I know what its like living with Dad remember,” he grinned. Scott had been kicked out of home. No big surprise, huh. “I know you need to get away from him sometimes, you can come over to me any time. I’m always going to be there for you, promise.”

“Okay,” I said because it wasn’t like Scott to make speeches like that and I didn’t know exactly how to respond. “So what do you want my help with?”

Usually its money. Scott has a serious drug habit. He thinks its not a problem because he’s not begging on the streets or anything like that. But he likes getting stoned. A lot. All the time.  He likes the people around him to get stoned too. He’s forever borrowing money off me. My Dad would kill me if he knew I gave Scott money. Actually he would kill me if he knew I even saw Scotty. My Dad thinks he is a bad influence and dangerous. That’s what he told me once. He made me promise never to see him. But he’s my brother. What does my Dad expect.

“I’ll tell you when we get to the apartment,” said Scott. And despite everything I felt a rush of excited anticipation. We were going to his apartment, I wasn’t sure what he might have planned or even if I wanted anything to happen but it had felt so good the things we’d done. I kept remembering over and over how it had felt having his lips close on my cock. How hot and warm and wet it had felt being sucked off by him. I’d been wanting to happen again and again.

When we got to his apartment it looked as though it had been trashed. Scott went straight in to the kitchen to get us beers and seemed to genuinely not notice the incredible mess he was living in. I was looking around in amazement, if not a little disgust, sometimes I can’t believe how Scott can live sometimes, this was one of his nicer apartments. He followed my eyes.

“Oh,” he said. “Raoul split a few days ago. We had kind of a fight before he left.”

Raoul was Scott’s boyfriend. I started picking up some of the stuff they’d evidently been throwing at each other or breaking in their fight.

“What’d you fight about?” I asked.

“He found those photographs I took of you,” said Scott calmly watching me over his beer. I felt myself blushing. Although it struck me he had polaroids of a lot of boys, I wasn’t sure why it was me specifically Raoul was mad about. As if he were reading my mind Scott said, “He thought it was wrong because we’re brothers. I explained we’re half brothers, but Raoul suddenly decided to get moralistic about it. He thinks I forced you into it or something.”

I shook my head but I didn’t look at him. He didn’t force me into it. I was curious. I was also a complete mess. I was so stoned I hardly knew what I was doing when it happened. That’s not to say I didn’t like it. I just wasn’t sure it was an experience I’d have tried sober. And it wasn’t anything I wanted to try with any other guy but Scott. I felt safe with him. 

“You liked it right,” Scott was suddenly standing next to me. really close. I felt myself getting hot and bothered and it occurred to me that even though I was here and glad to see him, things weren’t ever going to be the same between us. “Hey,” he gently turned my head to him so I looked at him. “You liked it, I know you did.” His voice had got soft and I felt my stomach twist, his hands were on my shoulders and I thought for a second he was going to kiss me. “I’ll go you one better,” he moved really close to me now and I felt myself leaning in towards him as his hands moved down my back and I could feel his breath on my neck, his lips brushing my skin as he whispered in my ear, “I bet you want to do it again.”

“Uh,” I stuttered trying to say I wasn’t sure but instead the only sound that came out was closer to a moan at feeling him so close,. His hand made its way to my crotch and my moan changed to a sigh as he found the bulge in my jeans and caressed it.

“I can feel you do,” he whispered, his hand expertly unbuttoning my jeans, finding my cock. I moaned and leaned against him feeling his fingers lightly touch my cock. He played with it, touching it and then not touching me making me want him, my legs felt shakey, and somehow with his other hand he was helping me pull my teeshirt off. I felt dizzy, I’d only been in apartment two minutes and already this was happening. I’d wanted it to happen. I think. It felt so good. Oh God, it felt good, and even though my eyes were shut I seemed to know where his mouth was and turned towards him and felt his tongue in my mouth exploring, while his experienced fingers teased and played with my cock.

He moved me towards the sofa, managing to help me out of my boxers and jeans on the way. I practically collapsed on it, my legs were so weak. He licked and kissed his way down my chest to my stomach. I was shaking with anticipation. I wanted so bad to feel his mouth on my cock again. I pushed his head down greedily and when he took his cock in his mouth I moaned, leaned back and nothing else in the world mattered except the sensation of his mouth working my cock.

Then suddenly he stopped, it nearly drove me crazy feeling him pull away, like that. My eyes snapped open and I wondered what I’d done but he was smiling at me.

“Yeah you liked that,” he said. “Say it.”

I nodded, I didn’t think I could talk, my cock was throbbing and I wanted to pull him back over and beg him to finish the job.

“Say it, “ said Scott again. He liked to do this. Make me say things. “Say you like getting your cock sucked.”

“I like it,” I whispered. “I like…”

“Say it,” said Scott. “Say you like being sucked off by me.”

“I like being sucked off,” I said but my voice shook and for a second I felt like crying which was weird because it was obvious I liked it, but saying it out loud, I felt like I was announcing I was gay or something.

“I knew you did,” said Scott but he didn’t start up again, instead he tossed my boxers and jeans over to me and I knew he meant for me to get dressed again. I wondered if that was why he’d pulled me out of school. Just to prove that Raoul had it wrong. That was a distinct possibly.

I started to pull my boxers on, I felt ashamed and sort of slutty for wanting him so much. Scott was ignoring me now, he’d turned his attention to rummaging through the overturned book case. I decided to start picking up the mess around his apartment again. When I looked back at Scott it was clear he wasn’t tidying, he was specifically looking for something that had been on the book case, because now he was putting down a couple of lines of white powder on the back of a book. I looked away while he snorted it. Then abruptly he stalked into the bathroom slamming the door.

I carried on tidying because by now I wasn’t sure what was coming next. That had been the last of his stash. I replaced the book case and the empty box his drugs had been in. When he came out again I’d finished tidying and was sweeping up the last of the broken glass from the living room. Scott bounced out in a hyper coked up mood. He kind of grabbed me in a wrestling hold and I shook him off angrily. I was mad at him. I didn’t know what he was doing. Probably just screwing around with me out of some perverse amusement.

“There’s broken glass, leave me alone,” I snapped and took the trashpan through to the kitchen to empty it. When I came back out, Scott had retrieved his beer can and smiled at me looking a little sheepish. He held out my untouched beer can.

“Can I go back to school now,” I asked.

“Aw,” Scott said. “Don’t get mad. Drink your beer, okay. I need to talk to you about a favour I need.”

And cleaning up his trashed apartment didn’t count as a favour. I took the can and sat down, warily measuring out some distance between us. Scott watched me drink the beer and waited.

“Well,” I snapped.

“Finish your beer,” said Scott.

I wasn’t much of a beer drinker and this beer tasted weird but I drank it as fast as I could, I wanted to get out of here. He was in one of his moods and I knew from experience when Scott was hurting he wasn’t happy until everybody was as unhappy and screwed up as he was. 

“I’m in trouble,” said Scott. I looked up. “I owe a lot of money that I don’t have. And the guys I owe it to don’t fool around. Understand?”

“I have some money,” I said wearily. I reached for my wallet. “I can get more if you want. I have a hundred or so in the bank. I’ve been mowing lawns…”

Scott rolled his eyes. “I don’t want your lawn mowing money, jeez.” His tone was just about as ungrateful as you’d expect. I scowled at him. That beer had gone straight to my head. I was feeling a little uncoordinated and I wanted to go home and wait for it to wear off. “Besides I need five hundred dollars by tomorrow. I can get a couple of hundred together myself and I need your help to get the rest.”

“How?” I went to put my beer can on the table and missed. I blinked. I wasn’t much of a drinker but I wasn’t normally that bad. 

Scott came over to sit beside me. “Listen, this is important. Will you help me, please?”

His tone was serious, not like I’d heard before. I nodded. “Whatever you want me to do,” I said.

“Seriously,” said Scott and I started. There was something in his expression. I knew he was going to ask me some big favour. “There’s this guy, I’ve been telling him about you and he wants to meet you.”

“Oh no way,” I stood up, Scott caught my arm and pulled me down again. 
“Listen to me, this is serious. I wouldn’t ask but I’m desperate. Look, he’s really into the fact we’re brothers. He just wants to watch, I swear, and you like it anyway. Where’s the harm?”

“He wants to watch what?” I said slow on the uptake, then I realised what he meant. “No way!” I said still not sure I’d got it.

“I need your help. If I don’t get this money I’m in serious trouble understand,” Scott said. “All he wants is to watch me suck your dick. You let me do it just now, all that’s different is he’s going to watch.” 

“Some guy is going to pay you $500 to watch you suck my dick,” I said. I blinked. I don’t know what kind of beer Scott had given me but suddenly things were a little out of focus. 

“I swear that’s all he wants to do,” said Scott. “You don’t know him. He doesn’t even live in this town. Where’s the harm.” As he was saying that his hand had found its way to my crotch and he grinned. “Why, Clinton, if I didn’t know you better I would think that the thought of somebody watching you get your dick sucked by your big brother is turning you on.”

I pushed his hand away. He was right, I was hard. But not from what he said about the guy watching. My cock just seemed to jerk into action at the mere mention of Scott sucking my cock, regardless of the audience.

“Come on,” Scott whispered, he moved closer to me, “Do it for me,” he kissed my ear and I shivered as his hand worked its way into my jeans again. This time I didn’t push him away. “Please help me out, okay.”

“Okay,” I whispered, because now his fingers were squeezing my cock and the beer was hitting my blood stream all I could think about was how much I wanted to feel his mouth on me again.  And in a way the idea of somebody watching us was a turn on.

Scott had timed it perfectly. Literally thirty seconds after I said okay the doorbell went and Scott jumped up to answer it after telling me to take my teeshirt off. I kept it on while he got the door. The guy who came in wasn’t what I expected at all. I guess I was imagining some sleezy looking guy. This guy looked like a bank manager. Touching fifty but in a sharp suit with some artful frosting on his hair. Scott introduced me but he gave me a different name. The guy shook my hand but he looked straight into my eyes and held my hand a little too long. It unnerved me a little.

Scott was still hyper from the coke. He was jumping around, which made this guy seem all the more focused, he didn’t take his eyes off me. Scott told me to take my shirt off. I hesitated and he nudged me and taking a deep breath I pulled my teeshirt. The guy was just sitting there watching me. I glanced at Scott nervously, he moved closer to me and took my face in his hands. I closed my eyes. This felt exciting and bad and sickening all wrapped up together. I felt Scott kiss me lightly, then gently move his tongue into my mouth. I stayed tensed up as he moved his hands over me. I tried to forget about the guy watching me but I couldn’t.

“Relax,” Scott whispered. “Pretend its Dad watching us.”

That suggestion was so shocking I nearly jumped. Scott grinned at me and I realised that was his way of injecting humour into it.

The guy told us he wanted me to stay standing and for Scott to kneel down. I felt like I was tingling, from fear or sexual excitement I don’t know. The guy was perfectly calm about the whole thing, like he did this kind of thing all the time. Just instructed us step by step what he wanted to see and thankfully most of it involved me just standing there while Scott did all the work. Sometimes he asked us to move so he could see something better. He kept asking Scott if we were brothers and Scott mumbled yes, and he asked me to tell my brother to suck me and I managed to whisper it as I felt Scott start to unhook my belt buckle. I closed my eyes and got ready for it to start.

Scott undid my jeans roughly, quickly like he couldn’t wait and nearly ripped them pulling them off. The guy wanted to see him do it that way. He wasn’t gentle or slow, he pulled them off and pressed his hands on my arse and pulled me to his mouth. I stumbled forward and felt his lips close on my cock. I groaned. Even in this bizarre situation it felt good. I heard the guy murmur, good, and for Scott to suck me hard. I glanced at him and I could see he was unzipping his trousers, playing with his cock, while Scott licked my cock and sucked it. I felt his hands kneading my buttocks as his mouth worked me and I moaned. It felt so good. I could hear Scott breathing hard and the guy in the chair breathing. I moaned again. I felt so slutty and wanton and whispered to Scott to suck me, suck me good.

Then suddenly I heard the guy say, “Okay, he’s ready.” And Scott took his mouth away. My eyes snapped open and I saw the guy had walked over and he was on his knees. Scott moved around behind me and I felt his hands on my shoulders, like he was trying to reassure me, but his grip was so tight he was making sure I wasn’t running.

“Its okay, “he whispered. “I’m not leaving. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

“Oh God, “I whispered. My head was buzzing and I didn’t know if I could do this.  My legs were shaking but Scott was holding me steady while this guy, this stranger got down and took my cock. “Scott,” I whispered. I wanted him to make it stop. Scott’s hand clamped over my mouth and I felt the guy take my cock in his mouth and start to move up and down my shaft. Scott held his hand tightly over my mouth and whispered in my ear it was okay he was going to make it up to me he promised. He had his arm wrapped around me tightly in a parody of a brotherly hug but really he was holding me still for this guy to suck me and lick me and slip his finger into me, like some kind of inanimate sex toy. I felt tears slip down my cheeks but Scott held me and wouldn’t let go. The guy moved his mouth up and down over my cock, his finger was jammed into my arse and he was working a second finger in, that started to hurt.

“I know you like this, “ I heard Scott whisper, “You can stop crying, you wouldn’t have let this happen if you didn’t want it.” 

He wasn’t strictly speaking correct. The guy seemed to drool a lot and sometimes he squeezed tight on my cock when he sucked and it hurt. The pain of having his fingers in my ass was not exactly pleasurable either but after a while I was getting used to his slobbering and Scott let his hand move from my mouth and started playing with my nipples and kissing my ear. In a way that turned me on far more than this guy sucking my cock, I started to respond and I heard Scott whisper good. He turned my head towards him and kissed me and the effect was so amazing, feeling Scott’s tongue in my mouth and this other guys tongue on my cock. I heard myself moan and Scott whispered for me to go ahead and cum and I thrust into the guys throat and felt my cum shoot out. Scott caught me as I went weak kneed. The guy stood up wiping his lips and for a second I felt sick at what I’d done and how it had turned me on, then relief that it was over. But then I realised the guy was unbuttoning his pants and Scott was forcing me down and I heard the guy say, “My turn.”

Scott pushed my head forward towards the guy’s crotch. I nearly gagged but the guys hands clamped on the back of my head and pulled me onto his cock. I felt Scott move away and heard the creak as he sat down on the sofa. The guy was groaning and moving my head over his cock faster and faster. 

It didn’t feel like Scott’s. It wasn’t as big for one thing and the guy wasn’t interested in taking it slow, he was just wanting me to suck him and suck hard and fast. I realised he was only semi hard but he was getting harder as he moved his cock in and out of my mouth. Then suddenly he pulled it out.




Brotherly Love



“I want to fuck him,” he said to Scott. He was still holding my head by the hair. I felt like I was some kind of slave or something and he was negotiating with Scott. I just knelt there dumbly like I didn’t know what was going on.

“That’s not what we agreed,” said Scott. I turned my head to look at him. He was sitting on the sofa. “Come here,” he said to me. I went over to him, acting for all the world like the lapdog he was treating me like. “You’re not fucking him. Nobody fucks him.”

The guy smiled, “I’ll give you an extra two hundred.”

“No,” said Scott. “He’s not used to it.”

“A virgin?” And I heard this curious note of excitement creep into his voice. 
There was a second and then Scott said, “Yeah,” I looked at him and he shrugged like even though he knew it wasn’t true nobody would know. He was probably right. I’d only been fucked once and that was by Scott. I was really hoping the guy wouldn’t make him a better offer because I didn’t think I could live with myself if Scott let this old guy fuck me.

“One hundred and you can fuck me,” said Scott lazily. I stared at him. He gave me a smile and said. “What the heck, I’ve got horny watching you.” I still stared at him and he frowned like he didn’t like it. “Unless you want to, Clinton.”

I shook my head but I couldn’t believe my brother was doing this for money. That he’d basically sold me to some guy for money. Scott looked away from me.

“Go into the bathroom and clean up,” he said sharply. He stood up and said to the guy they could go into the bedroom. The guy hesitated and looked at me. “You’re not fucking my brother,” said Scott.

“Okay,” said the guy with a sigh. He walked through to the bedroom.

“Scott, “ I started. I wanted to say no matter how much money he owed. No matter how bad these guys were he owed it to, surely it couldn’t justify what Scott was doing to himself and to me. 

“Get cleaned up,” Scott said not looking at me. He got up and closed the door to the bedroom. I stayed where I was, feeling dazed. I was still trying to understand what had just happened, what I’d done and how I could have done it. I tried to stand and my legs were wobbly so I sat down again. Man, I was a mess. 

I could hear them through in the bedroom. The guy was moaning but I could also hear him telling Scott what he wanted him to do. Judging from the groans produced, Scott was doing it and doing it well. I couldn’t hear anything from Scott. Then the noise changed slightly I could heard the bed creaking methodically like a metronome and this slapping noise and I knew he was fucking Scott. Scott was lying there silently as this guy moved his pathetic cock in and out getting his pleasure from him.

Suddenly I didn’t want to hear anything more. I went through to the bathroom and turned on the shower hot as I could stand and got in and stood there letting the water run over me, trying to get clean again.


Part Two

I was standing there in a daze and was startled when the shower door was suddenly pulled open. Scott was standing there naked, he dumped his clothes on the floor. His eyes flickered over me and for a second I wanted to cover myself but then I stopped. Part of me wanted him to look at me. 

“Get out,” said Scott roughly. “I want a shower.”

I eased out past him and stood there.

“He’s gone,” said Scott. “You can go out. Get dressed. Go home. Whatever.”

He slammed the shower door and stuck his head under the water.

I wrapped a towel around me and went through to the other room. The house seemed really still and quiet. It was about mid afternoon now and I wondered if the guy had been on his lunch hour. I wondered who he was and how Scott knew him. Then I closed my eyes and tried hard not to think any more.

I heard the bathroom door shut and Scott bounded out. He was dressed and he flashed me a smile which seemed incredibly fake to me. I looked away from him and he ruffled my hair. I flinched away.

“You did good,” he said. “I know you did that for me and I appreciate it. You really saved my life, little brother.”

“I’m glad for you,” my voice was shaking. “But if you hadn’t lied to me I probably wouldn’t have.”

“But you did,” said Scott with a half shrug, he was counting some money and then he tossed me a fifty and chuckled. “Maurice liked you.”

I let the money stay where it was. I wanted to rip it up and shove it down his throat.

“I’m going out to see some people. You want to wait here?” Scott asked. “I’ll bring home some takeout you can stayover watch some TV, I’ll drop you off home later.”

I just looked at him. He was trying to pretend everything was normal. He was trying to pretend nothing had happened. Sometimes I wondered if Scott was sane. 

“Okay,” he said realising he wasn’t getting a response from me. “Whatever. See you later.”

He hurried out to pay his drug pusher or his loan shark or whoever. I didn’t care. I picked up the fifty dollar bill he’d given me and put it on the table. He could use it for the next time he ran low on coke. I didn’t want anything to do with it. Or Scott.

Except I couldn’t bring myself to leave and I was still there when he got home late evening with chinese and an air of confidence which I took to mean he had no doubt I would still be there. He slipped a DVD into the player. It was porn. But straight porn, he told me, like that made him a gracious host. Or else it was his idea of irony.

He dished out the chinese takeaway and instead of saying grace before eating, snorted another line of coke. He choked and then asked if I wanted some.

“I don’t do drugs,” I said.

He looked at me with a grin.

“I don’t,” I said. “Except that one time and I’m never doing drugs again.”

Scott handed me a pill. “Take this. You already had one in your beer. I think you’ll like it.”

“What!” I exploded. “You put drugs in my beer?”

“Oh relax,” said Scott like I was this huge bore. “You sound as though you believe Dad that drugs are evil.”

“I don’t like what they’re doing to you,” I said and his face darkened. I scrambled away from him but he grabbed my shoulder and I yelped.

“Well Mr Clean, I don’t give a good damn what you think. I happen to like how they make me feel and if you weren’t so damn scared of upsetting our father you’d be as keen to get high as I am. “ He leaned back and I moved away from him rubbing my shoulder.

“How do you know you don’t like getting high unless you try it, “said Scott sniffily. He pushed the pill over to me. “Try it. I promise you, you’ll like it.” He grinned. “It’ll make you horny although you don’t need drugs for that.”

“Screw you,” I snapped.

“If you want,” said Scott in a wholly inappropriate flirtatious manner. I felt like hitting him. “Are you afraid to take it? Afraid you’ll lose control? Worse than I have already seen you lose control before I mean.”

“I’m not afraid of losing control,” I said. “Drugs are just dumb.”

“You don’t know till you try it,” said Scott. “I bet a month ago if somebody said to you hey do you like having your cock sucked you’d have said no, but now…” he grinned. “You’d probably still say no because you’re so damn prissy and uptight.”

“I’m not,” I mumbled.

“Prove it,” said Scott and I swear in that instant I wondered if either of us had grown up from when I was nine and he was fifteen. He still had the same effect on me and I glared at him and swallowed the pill. I figured it was just one little old pill, it looked a lot like tylenol. And I knew Scott didn’t go giving away his really good drugs.

Scott smiled, “Okay, that’s better, now you can relax and have some fun.” He nodded towards the TV set. “You’re not watching the movie.”

I turned my attention to the TV. In the movie there was a guy and two girls. I wasn’t sure how they’d got together or whether the movie even bothered to explain it but he was fucking one whose face was pushed up towards the other girls pussy and from her expression she was eating her out. I shifted uncomfortably as the scene started to get me excited, then I glanced at Scott. He wasn’t watching the TV he was watching me.

“Will you quit that,” I said irritably. 

“Quit what?” said Scott with a smile. 

I tried to ignore him but the problem was the more turned on I was getting by the movie the more it was making me excited knowing Scott was staring right at me, watching me get a hard on. He shifted a little closer to me on the sofa. I stayed right where I was but I didn’t move towards him.

“Like the movie?” he said.

“Not much plot,” I said shifting in my seat a little. The girls had swopped places now.

“You like the idea of doing it with two girls?” Scott asked. I shrugged. “Better than doing it with Maurice.”

I shot Scott a look. “I wasn’t exactly wild about the idea of doing it with old Maurice.”

Scott grinned and I smiled back in spite of the fact I was supposed to be mad at him. I couldn’t help it with Scott. “I thought you might like Maurice. Him being older and everything. You have a thing for Dad…”

“I do not,” I snapped and Scott held his hands up in apology. “You are so…” I broke off I couldn’t think of a word to describe him.

“I’m not exactly wild about old Maurice either,” said Scott. Then he slipped his hand onto my leg. “I hated seeing you with him.” I looked at him in surprise. “I didn’t think it would bother me. I thought it might even turn me on but it made me crazy seeing him go down on you.” 

“Crazy how,” I asked but my voice was getting husky as Scott moved his hand up my leg.

“Jealous I guess,” said Scott. His hand had found the bulge in my jeans. “I want to keep you to myself. My secret.” He unbuttoned my jeans and I closed my eyes. I’d forgotten the movie on TV, I’d forgotten everything. He was right whatever that pill was, it had relaxed me and I was feeling as horny as hell now. I moved so he could get his hand around my cock and pulled my teeshirt off. He moved his hand up and down my cock, I breathed hard wanting it to go on forever. He knew just how to touch me. I knew I’d forgive Scott anything for a couple of hours of this.

“I hated everything Maurice did,” I whispered. “It’s different with you.”

“You want me,” Scott whispered he kissed my lips lightly and moved me around gently and started kissing me from my neck to my chest.

“Uh huh,” I said. Although I couldn’t bring myself to say it yet. He was helping me out of my jeans and for a second it occurred to me how I couldn’t help myself around Scott. He was just so damn good, I craved him like he craved his drugs. He pulled off his own teeshirt and I watched him through half closed eyes. He had such a nice body, he hardly ever worked out, too lazy, but he had broad shoulders but a really slim waist and he was so muscular, even though this time he was being so slow and gentle with me. He moved down to my groin, he kissed both my hips and I groaned with wanting him. He licked the tip of my cock and I shivered, he licked the length of my shaft, and around my balls, I shifted around to accommodate him. He knew I would do anything he wanted. He closed his mouth over my cock and I moaned loudly. Then slowly he moved his mouth up and down, so slowly it was almost agonising. “Oh God,” I moaned. I thrust my hips towards his mouth, but still he moved so slow, his hands playing with my balls, flicking my nipples. My body seemed so alive whereever he touched it, I seemed to tingle with excitement.

He moved my legs apart and licked me, his tongue flicking my anus. I moaned low and animal like, he licked around the rim of my anus, his tongue probing me. I writhed as he gave me such pleasure, the kind of sensation I couldn’t even start to imagine. Then his mouth found my cock again. He played with it, with his tongue and teeth and everything was slow, so agonisingly pleasurably slow. I have no idea how long he went on, rousing me to frenzied pleasure, stopping then starting again until I was just moaning conscious of nothing else but the heat and the desire and the need to reach that peak. 

He found my lips and I clutched at him, my tongue exploring his mouth.

“You are so hot,” he whispered. “God, you get so excited.”

“Do it to me, Scott,” I whispered back. He worked a finger into my arsehole and I moaned and pressed against him. The first time I had been so scared when he fucked me, I’d loved getting head, but he’d whipped up some kind of desire in me that I wanted him to do everything to me. Anything he wanted.

“Come into my bed,” he whispered urgently, he tugged at my arm and half pushed me through to the bedroom. I fell onto the bed and I watched while he stood at the foot of it. He was still half dressed and I sucked in my breath as he went to unzip his jeans. I wanted his cock so badly. I was panting with excitement. Scott smiled at me.

“You want it,” he said teasing me.

“Yes,” I gasped. “Please.”

“You want me to fuck you?” he said. “Say it.”

“Please,” I moaned. “Fuck me, Scott, please do it to me. I want to cum. Make me cum.”

He was watching me with a funny expression. “When Dad kicked me out of home, you know he said I couldn’t stay there with you living there. Like I’d corrupt you or something. And look at you. You’re begging me for it. You let some complete stranger suck your cock till you came.” I opened my eyes. I was confused. He sounded like he was angry at me. “You’re a bigger slut than I ever was. You’re begging me to fuck you.”

I sat up, uncertain of what this was supposed to prove. He sounded so angry.

“You want to go?” he said. He’d unzipped his jeans but not taken them off.

“What have I done?” I said my voice shook. “You sound like you hate me or something.”

He looked away from me. 

I swung my legs over the side of the bed. “Do you want me to go or something?” I wasn’t sure if this was some kind of game for him. It hurt. It really hurt the way his mood changed without warning. I knew that was just how he was but he’d never been mean to me before. I looked away from him. I was embarrassed suddenly. He was right I was like some slut, begging my own brother to fuck me. I went to stand up and he caught me in his arms and made me sit down again. 
“Shut up,” he whispered. He kissed me and I started to relax a little, he kicked off his jeans and we moved under the covers.

He guided my head down to his groin and I took his cock in my mouth. He lay still as I moved my mouth over him. He was breathing hard but not moaning, occasionally he would reach down and stroke my head. He was rock hard and so big. At that moment I loved his cock, I wanted it with everything I had in me. Gently he pulled me up and kissed me again.  I didn’t remember we kissed that much the last time or that he was so gentle with me. He stroked my hair back off my face.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “For today. What I made you do.” He kissed my forehead. “Raoul said I was a total shit and he was right.”

“Don’t talk about him,” I said. I pressed my hard cock against him and he stroked it with his hand. I closed my eyes, I heard him lean over and get something out of the drawer. I shivered. Condoms? KY jelly? I felt something cold on my cock and he was rubbing something around my arsehole and slipping his slippery fingers inside my rectum. Dizzy with desire, I went to turn over but he held me where I was and whispered to me to move my legs apart, he leaned over me and pressed his cock against me, I gasped at feeling the pressure, he moved me slightly to the position he wanted. I breathed nervously, he guided his cock towards my anus, I closed my eyes and then winced as I felt him try to enter me, he pulled my legs up over his shoulder, I gasped nervously, he withdrew and whispered to me to relax. I took a deep breath, he pushed his cock towards me again, I tried to relax as he probed me, I felt it slip in a few inches and it hurt almost as much as it did the first time.

“I’ll take it slow,” I heard him whisper. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

He lay still a few seconds then pushed against me again. I gasped at the pressure and he stopped. “You’re so tight, “he whispered to me. “God you feel great.” He pushed again and I tried to push towards hiim, he slipped in further and he moaned a little. It excited me to hear that, I pushed against him and he shoved himself inside me further. I winced. “God you feel so nice,” he whispered. “I want to be inside you. Right inside you.” I groaned and he pushed hard against me, I felt him slide in and I tried not to yelp or cry out, I gritted my teeth. “It won’t hurt for long,” he whispered, “I’m almost all the way in.” He pushed again and this time I did cry out because he pushed hard until his cock was all the way in. He looked down at me panting and stayed still letting me get used to feeling him in me. Then he began to move it in and out. I closed my eyes listening to the hiss of his breath and the slapping sound our bodies made, he was fucking me slowly, pulling almost all the way out then slowly pushing back in. Every once in a while he’d sigh or groan or whisper to me that I felt so good. I tried to match his rhythm and I could tell he liked it, he quickened the pace a little, I was so hot, I could see he was glistening with sweat to as he grunted and worked above me. 

“Fuck me,” he groaned. “Oh God, fuck me, kid.” He was thrusting into me faster and faster and harder and harder.  The pain was gone, forgotten, it was like fire, I wanted him hitting against me, I moved with him, moaning his name and telling him to fuck me hard, I could feel the pressure of his body against my cock, I came and I could feel my cum oiling us. I cried out when I came and I felt him bite my neck, then he started to groan louder and louder and he was hitting at me so hard with his cock and calling out my name, I tensed up, feeling he was about to cum, his cock was so hard inside me. “OH GOD, “he yelled and gripped my shoulders tight forcing himself in as far as he could, I could see him straining. “GOD, FUCK, You’re making me cum,” He moaned. “Jesus, “ he lunged at me and I felt him cum as he cried out and fell against me, hot, sweaty.

He lay there nearly a minute, like a dead weight. I was panting and stroking his smooth, sweaty back. Then I felt him kiss my neck briefly and roll over off me.

“Wow,” he said. I curled up next to him, suddenly nervous about touching him, I wanted to put my arm across him and hug him but I wasn’t sure if he was going to turn on me again. “That was so good” He lolled his head to look at me and smiled this tired smile and squeezed my shoulder. “God I wanted to do that so bad, when Maurice had you sucking his cock, I just wanted to grab you and fuck you then, tell Maurice to get out you were mine…” his voice trailed off. “Jesus, that was nice.”

I put my arm across him tentatively and he surprised me by snuggling closer to me.

“You’ve worn me out,” he said drowsily. “God all that coke and you’ve still exhausted me.” He grinned, but his eyelids were fluttering. I kissed his shoulder quickly. He closed his eyes and I watched him fall asleep feeling warm and exhausted.

I woke with a start a few hours later. He was sitting on the edge of the bed. His face was in his hands.

“What is it?” I whispered.

He shook his head.

I sat up and touched his shoulder. He shook my hand off. “Scott?”

“I should get you home. Its late. I don’t want Dad asking questions about where you’ve been,” he said flatly.

“Can I stay?” I asked.

He looked at me and I saw his eyes were shiny like he’d been crying or was about to.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Did you want this to happen?” he asked. I looked at him unsure of what he meant. “Look I got you over here. I made you go through that thing with Maurice. Then this…” he trailed off. “God is this what you want? Have I just confused you so completely you don’t know what the hell you’re doing?”

“No,” I said weakly. “I know what I’m doing.”




Brotherly Love



“Do you think I wanted you?” he asked looking straight at me. “I mean do you think I set out to seduce you because I’d been wanting you all this time?”

“I don’t know,” I said but I was feeling he was leading up to something and I was dreading hearing it.

He laughed. “I don’t want to hurt you. I mean..” He stopped. “I wanted to hurt you. I wanted to hurt Dad. He thinks you’re this innocent. This perfect kid… shit,” he broke off. 

“You want me to go?” I said, my voice was shaking. “You didn’t want me to…” I blinked I was confused. I didn’t’ know what he wanted from me.

“No, yes. I mean.  Don’t look like that okay,” he reached out and pushed my hair back. I wanted to pull away from him but I didn’t. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m sorry. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

I started to get up. “I’ll go,” I said. I felt like crying. I was starting to understand some of this. It was just sex to Scott. Everything was just sex. Which was fine. I think that’s all it was to me. It was just that afterwards he wanted me out of his sight. He felt nothing.

“Don’t go,” he said. He wouldn’t look at me. “Stay tonight. Okay. I don’t know if we’ll do this again. So stay. This time.” He sighed. “You let Maurice do all that stuff to you for me, I know that. And it wasn’t because of you know, you wanted me to give you a blow job afterwards or.. I know you did it for me.”

“You’re my brother,” I said. Scott shrugged. “I want to go home.”

“I’ll drive,” said Scott. “Its too late for you to walk home.”

“I don’t want you to drive me,” I said, I was starting to pull on my clothes, quickly as I could. I wanted to get out of there. I wanted to get home and pretend like none of this had happened. “I don’t want you doing anything for me. You hear?” I raised my voice and Scott jumped.

I pulled on my teeshirt and hurried out. I paused by the door, but he didn’t come after me.



Brotherly Love



Last Saturday night after our shifts finished Dwain, my boyfriend gave me a lift home from Burger King where we both worked.  As I often did I invited him in for coffee.  We then went into the granny flat that I rented from my parents.  It was my idea to rent it, or they would never have been able to buy the house in the first place.  Dwain seated himself on the unmade-up sofa bed while I put the kettle on and made both of us a cup of brandy coffee.

No sooner had I sat down beside him than he began running his hand up my thigh.  I was randy and my pussy had been running in anticipation since we left work, eventually his fingers reached my damp blue panties. Running his hand over the crutch of my panties, I laid back on the bed, spreading my legs further apart.

 He slid his hand inside and began to caress my wet slit, my clitoris began burning with desire for his cock. I lifted my ass of the bed so he could take off my panties. I could see his cock straining against the material of his trousers as he probed my cunt.  I pulled down his trousers and could see his cock was stiff.   

I took hold of his tool in my left hand and began to slowly rub him off. His purple glans shining and throbbing, I turned onto my stomach resting over his hairy legs, flicking my long blond hair over my left shoulder I took hold of his cock and placed the whole length deep inside my mouth. 

Slowly I began to bob my head up and down. The pulsating throbs of his cock twitching in my mouth told me he was about to cum at any moment. I took his wet, shiny cock out of my mouth, pulling my panties down I sat on his cock taking his full length now inside my sticky cunt.

 It wasn’t until my brother opened the door that I realised we were no longer alone.  There was an angry look on Dwain’s face when he turned and saw Jerry standing inside the doorway.  I jumped of Dwain’s tool trying to hide my sex but it was too late, Jerry had already seen my dark brown pubes.

“Fuck you and fuck your family.” Dwaine said as he pulled up his briefs and trousers storming out the back door. As I tidied up my room, Jerry remained standing in the doorway. “I didn’t think anyone was in.,” he said. “But you didn’t have to check my flat did you!” I said angrily. My mug shattered when I threw it at him, I cursed at least I deserved the satisfaction of hitting him.  “You’ve just ruined my sex life, now you’ve just made me break my best mug, clean it up while I take a shower.” 

Washing my hair then soaping my tits and cunt, I unhooked the showerhead and sprayed the water up between my legs.  The warmth of the water, felt like a thousand creatures slowly crawling down my legs: but these creatures were not frightening but pleasant.  My clitoris was beginning to throb and my knees began to feel weak I pressed my body against the cold tiles and was now gagging for cock.

It was then that I had the thought my brother was a man and after all he had ruined my evening with Dwaine. Did he not owe me the sexual pleasure I was craving. My god, this was my brother I was lusting after, I tried telling myself that it wasn’t right but the thought would not go away.  

Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was Jerry’s naked body. I slipped my hand between my legs and began fingering my cunt. The pad of my thumb circulating my clit as I rubbed myself, I thought about how to get Jerry to bed. I recalled how only a few months ago I had laughed when he said that he had wanted to fuck me. 

I began to wonder whether he was joking or not, I knew it was wrong but I was now hoping he had meant it as the temptation had become too great.  In the back of my head there was still a niggling voice, but it grew fainter as I got hornier and hornier for cock.  

Who else could I turn to, to satisfy my need but my brother Jerry?  It wasn’t as if anyone would know if we had sex, it would be our secret. After all our parents were away on holiday.  I stepped out of the shower and dried myself down. I threw my white dressing gown into the shower, it was soaked I could not wear it – the dye was cast.

 I skipped into the room and gave a theatrical twirl. “What do you think of my body?” I asked Jerry.  “You look great, sis.” Came his reply  “Do you think my breasts are too big.” I said cupping them in each hand.  “No they’re perfect.” He answered, “They’re absolutely kissable.”

“So why don’t you come over here and kiss them.” I replied. And with that he took slow steps towards me and gently began butterfly kissing my breasts. I felt a tingling sensation down my spine, as he journeyed his hand down over my belly and to my cunt.  The tickling sensation as my brother began to finger my gapping hole. 

My cunt started gushing like a geyser down his fingers.  I unclasped his trousers and slipped my hand inside his briefs, his cock was erect. I moved forwards causing Jerry to go backwards onto the bed. He took off his t-shirt, immediately I slithered down between his legs, my brother’s cock now in my mouth. I began slowly circulating my tongue around his helmet. “Well this is what you want isn’t it?” I said looking up at him. “You know it is.” He stammered back. And with that, I continued to bob my head up and down his throbbing cock.

I ran my long nails down his chest as I sucked furiously on his thick cock. He was screaming in ecstasy, I came up for air.

“Are you on the pill sis?”

Jerry’s question brought me down to earth, pregnancy was not on my agenda and pregnancy caused by my brother was a definite no, no!  “No I’m not.”

“Have you got a rubber?”

“Haven’t you?”

“No I used the last of mine with Debby last night.”

I did not want to hear about his exploits with that little tart.  “Ok Ok so I guess there’s only one way.”  I said to him.  “You brother dear get to be the guy who takes my final virginity.”  Jerry the dumb mutt looked somewhat puzzled so I spelt it out in simple words.  “You get to fuck my ass, a place no guy has been before.”   

 I was now on my hands and knees waiting for my only brother to fuck my asshole. I told Jerry that there was a tube of K.Y. jelly in the bedside cabinet.  He put a blob on his finger and applied it with a circular movement inside and around my anus.

 The movement of his finger had me screaming for him to fuck me. He placed the tip of his cock against my hole.  I could feel the tip of his cock slivering against my lubricated ass, butting blindly against my tight entrance.  I pushed back against him at first nothing seemed to happen, then my ring gave and his cock-head was lodged in me.  I pushed back he thrust and I felt my tight anus snap shut as the head entered me.  One firm thrust and his thighs were against my buttocks, his cock had driven right into me.

He began to move gently at first, faster as I responded.  He moved his hands from my hips bringing them round in front of me, he began to gently knead my Mons.  Suddenly I was cumming, torrents of warm wetness flowed from some hidden hot-spring secreted deep within my abdomen and I was on fire.  I was so wet I could have sworn that not only was I cumming from my pussy but also that there was some uncharted and hitherto unknown source of cum deep in my bowels.

I felt as if my asshole had been forced apart by a machine as he shoved his cock deeper inside my tight hole. I thought that I was being split in two as he banged his cock deeper into me. Grabbing hold of my breasts he groped my nipples, it felt like a hundred butterflies were flying around my womb. 

My cunt began to twitch as he thrust his full length up me, his hot-heavy balls were slapping against my labia.  I was cumming as his grip tightened on my Mons. His cock twitched then slammed into me. I felt hot sticky jets of spunk splattering into my bowels.

 He was holding me; I didn’t want him to let go. I could feel his spunk swimming around inside me as he emptied the last of his wad, his cock began to soften, I just wanted him to stay there.  “Jerry, I think we should go flat hunting tomorrow!”



Brotherly Love



When Tony and I first started seeing each other, I have to say, for me the relationship was driven along by the fact he is incredibly handsome. His body is near perfect; broad shoulders, trim waist, taut bum and all those 'first impression' magic features that could turn many heads towards him. I was ecstatic when he approached me in the early part of a mutual friends wedding reception. We danced, wildly at first, but soon clutched each other romantically as the rhythms slowed. I hadn't been seeing anyone for two months; he had split recently from a long-term affair, so there were none of the attached complications that can stunt the beginning of a new relationship. 

My name is Kerry, I'm twenty-two, and Tony is twenty-four. We both still live with our parents, so privacy was continually difficult to find; and as a result, intimacy very rare. We'd been going out for three months before we had an opportunity to 'get naked' with each other. His parents went off for a weekend, leaving Tony in charge of his younger brother, and me excited at the prospect of spending the weekend in his bed. 

The weekend began brightly enough; I dressed for the occasion in a tight cleavage-revealing black bodice and new shiny black leather trousers. I certainly felt in the mood as I sat relaxed on the couch sipping a glass of champagne. We cuddled as we watched some early evening television, waiting for Nick, Tony's younger brother, to vacate the house. Nick had just turned eighteen, and was readying himself for his first legal night out with his mates. He buzzed around frantically, readying himself for going out, as Tony and I waited impatiently for him to get out of our way. 

Nick was not as strikingly good looking as his brother, and Tony always took pleasure in informing me that he'd never had a girlfriend. He was considerably shorter than Tony, and quite visibly overweight for his age. Whilst he continued the ordeal of getting ready, for what he was hoping would be a lucky night, Tony constantly whispered in my ear that he doubted Nick would be able to pull tonight or any night. I kept telling him to shut up and try to encourage him, but he would shout derogatory remarks about Nick's weight, and how he'd probably run a mile if a woman were to come onto him. 

When Nick appeared, finally ready to go, Tony insulted his choice of clothes, laughing so outrageously at his lack of style that he retreated hastily back to his room to try something else. A few minutes passed and he still hadn't appeared so I told Tony I was going to help him choose something suitable. His bedroom door was half-open, so I marched straight in and was very embarrassed to find him in the process of hoisting up a pair of underpants over his large bum. He had his back to me, but what took me by surprise was the size of the cock that was displayed briefly in the mirror before being quickly concealed by his pants. It was huge, thick and swinging heavily between his legs before being tucked carefully away from sight. 

'Oh excuse me,' I uttered as he turned to face me, his face red. 'I was just going to offer you some help in choosing some clothes to wear. 

'Thanks Kerry,' he smiled, still very red, 'but I'm not going to bother going out now, I'm not in the mood.' 

I returned to Tony with the news that Nick was staying in. He was furious, and shouted angrily that he's better stay put in his room or else his life wouldn't be worth living. When Tony calmed down he turned his full attentions towards me. With the champagne going to my head, I was filled with thoughts of our impending night together; the image of Nick's cock - that I'd viewed earlier - was still lingering on my mind. I was excited at the prospect of Tony, being Nicks older brother, having a similar shape and size, and, having the confidence and experience to know exactly what to do with it. 

Tony began to run his hands lightly down the smoothness of my PVC trousers. The heat in the room was affecting me, I could feel a moistness developing between my legs and my breathing increased its pace as he unzipped and peeled down the tight trousers. I raised my bottom to make the task easier, and soon I was kicking them off watching him eyeing the shape of my cunt beneath the only item I now wore - the tight bodice. 

'I want you,' I whispered eagerly, prompting his next move by popping the fastener between my legs. My trim pubic hair came into view, and I directed his hand towards it. With my hand still over his I guided it up and down over my swollen labia, showing him exactly where my clitoris was positioned, and the way in which I liked it being stroked. It stood flushed and prominent and reacted to his touch. My next move was to get his jeans off, so my other arm tugged at his belt, button and zip to get make my intentions clear. He unbuttoned his own shirt to reveal his very masculine chest. But I'd seen it before and was eager to have his cock in my hand to add to the anticipation of having it exactly where I wanted it. With his jeans unbuttoned, I slid my hand impatiently inside to dissolve my increasing curiosity. I gripped him tightly, but found I couldn't hide my disappointment as, although hard, my hand curled too easily around a very slim penis. I heard myself sigh, forgetting all feminine tact, as I continued to feel to determine what its length was. Tony yelped, and I was aware of the unexpected feeling of fluid spilling over my wrist. 

'God, I'm sorry,' he remarked, as I realised what had transpired. My hand remained inside his jeans completely covering his now shrivelling manhood. I felt it shrink further and it quickly softened, almost vanishing, in my hand. I should of been flattered that I had had this affect on him, but I was deflated and disappointed, and couldn't bring myself to console him. Tony reached over, kissed me on the cheek and closed his eyes to shield the embarrassment in them. 'Give me ten minutes honey,' he said, lounging back on the couch. 'I'm actually not feeling too good.'

I stood up, aware of the tight bodice still firmly wrapped around my breasts, but unbuttoned at the bottom. He hadn't even got that far, I thought as I made my way to the bathroom to wash my wrist. I looked back at my handsome boyfriend lying on the couch; with a small boys cock lying lightly on his lap. 

When I came back out of the toilet, fumbling with the popper on my bodice, I came face to face with Nick.

'Sorry,' he remarked as he attempted to brush past me. He wore a dressing gown and was holding the tie rope firmly shut. 'Excuse,' he then uttered so matter-of-factly as I blocked his path. I smiled and asked him if he was all right. He gave me a shy smile and nodded, trying his hardest not to look at my half dressed state. 'I've decided to go out after all,' he muttered. 'It'd drive me crazy staying in listening to you two at it all night.

'Hardly,' I replied, and motioned towards the door, behind which Tony lay. 'I think we're done.' I laughed as his expression turned to one of confusion. 'Why don't I help you chose what to where then.' 

He was going to reply, but I marched into his room and turned to ensure he followed. 'Come on then.' I asserted, standing just inside his bedroom. He moved hesitantly into his room beside me. I shut the door behind him. 'Right, let's see what you've got. 


'Eh, the clothes are in that wardrobe,' he said, pointing to the far end of his untidy room. I marched past him, opened the wardrobe, and began assessing the options. I untangled a hangar or two and tossed some garments onto the bed.

'I think that shirt will probably go well with these,' I held up a pair of canvas jeans. 'Let us see then,' I said handing him the clothes and perching on the edge of his bed. The light in the room was very dim, but I knew he was becoming braver in where he allowed his eyes to wander upon me. My bared legs were definitely the focus of his attention. 'I'll not look,' I said, smiling and nodding to the clothes draped over his arm.

'All right then,' he uttered confidently, but turned his back to me. He slipped the robe off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. 'I really must lose some weight,' he spoke whilst he wrapped the shirt quickly over his thick shoulders. 

'Depends from where you want to lose it,' I responded instantly. I lay back onto his bed, stretching my legs out in his direction. He turned to me as he began buttoning the shirt up. The underpants he wore bulged, almost more than the thin fabric could handle. 'Don't lose any from there.' I pointed to below his waist, keeping my eyes fixed firmly to where I meant. 

'Don't Kerry, you're embarrassing me.' He spoke quietly, half turning his body away from me. 

'Hey Nick, you've nothing at all to be embarrassed about,' I said. 'It's your brother who should be shy about that area. I wish he had half of what you've got.' I laughed to try and relieve some of the tension, but he was grappling with the trousers at his feet to pull them on. He was struggling to bend down far enough to slide them onto his ankles, this made his embarrassment worse, and he eventually slung himself down in a heap on the floor. Luckily he laughed at his efforts. 

Before I had even time to think about what I was doing, I slid off the bed and edged towards him. 

'Here, let me help,' I said as I crawled in his direction. I grabbed the trousers in both hands and began sliding them over his ankles. As the trousers reached the top of his thighs, I became fixated on the bulge concealed by his pants. 'You'll have to move this out the way,' I remarked and moved a hand upon it. He flinched when I made contact, but I gripped his hardness and moved my other hand to the elastic waistband. 

'Let me see it again Nick,' I whispered, and he made no attempt to stop me. I pulled the pants aside and the object of my attention sprang out eagerly. My own heart rate increased dramatically, as I took a firm grip of his bared manhood. I was aware of a longing in me, a force I'd never known before, that was driving me to quench this sudden and total desire. I spent a moment caressing him, getting familiar with the part I intended to invite inside me. His eyes closed tightly as his expression altered and relaxed. Soft moaning emanated from his tight lips. I lowered me head and gently brushed the tip of my tongue across the swollen tip of his member. My hand moved slowly up and down its length. The warmth it released, added to the powerful throbbing that was so prominent, urged me to pull the whole tip deeply within my mouth. It filled it completely, but not uncomfortably. My tongue now moved resolutely over the length that I held solidly between my lips. My spare hand had already released the poppers from my tight bodice. Two of my fingers enthusiastically found there way into the wet area that longed their attention. Two turned to three, and I realised I was more than ready for receiving what I continued to gorge upon. I slipped him out from my mouth, allowing my lips to begin a new journey. They traced a path slowly up towards his face, and the rest of my body altered its positioning above him. With one hand still clutching his cock, and the other deep inside myself, it was surprisingly easy to draw his length into me. I gasped loudly as it began to penetrate me, gasped again when I made a sudden jolt to speed up its journey into me. When I had taken as much as I could, I felt helpless, wanton, childlike and driven by urges totally alien to me. As I gyrated, pulled and pushed upon him, I was unable to hold back cries, which reflected my desire to sustain this feeling forever. Deeply it moved, deeper than I had ever known, more fulfilling and perfect. 

Nick moved his position, realising my state, and began to bear down on top of me. The sweat dripped from the end of his nose and fell tantalisingly onto my top lip. I licked as I screamed and urged him on. He continued expertly, as wave upon wave of deep orgasms shuddered through me. My eyelids were forced open, forcing my eyeballs to roll uncontrollably towards the top of my head. I was staring beyond his contorted face and saw Tony standing over his brother. He was shaking, his mouth hung wide open but speechless. I couldn't help but smile devilishly as I continued to be impaled by Nick's huge cock. His hands pulled up my bodice and revealed my swelling breasts; the nipples ached, standing erect and deep red as he played eagerly with them. 'Kerry,' Tony hissed, but I couldn't bring myself to respond. He held his own cock in his hand, gesturing me towards it. I reached up and held it between two fingers and couldn't stop myself from laughing loudly. Nick speeded up the movements of his hips, until he tensed and gripped me heavily. Tony's cock, still in my hand, once again spilt a small dribble of semen upon my wrist, just as Nick let himself go and delivered his own batch deep and powerfully within me. I felt the discharge surging against my unprotected womb and I came again, with an uncontrollable yell. 

It has transpired that I still date Tony, still go out with him as his girlfriend. But when it comes time to make love, well, that's when Nick takes over, and Tony waits patiently in the background, only occasionally popping up to wet my wrist with his thin seed.



Brotherly Love



(1)

My adopted parents already had a son who had left the nest when they adopted me. I had spent time in a couple of homes and was pretty much into my early teens when they signed the papers. For the longest time I only saw the pictures of their son Ray - pictures of him growing up, high school pictures with his friends, playing football. There was also his army enlistment picture, all decked out in his uniform, before he went over seas. 

It was the end of my senior year of high school when he came home from the army. I was quickly approaching nineteen years old because of all the school I had missed over the years and had set my sights of a small teaching college in the Midwest. I remember that I was going over some literature about the school when he came home unannounced. Boy was he good looking. Rugged tanned face, well defined muscles throughout his arms and chest. I guess I must have just stared - he got up right in front of my face and spoke my name. Ray spoke my name all surprised and then hugged me. I fell in love with him right there as only a teenage girl can - but he was my 'brother' - wasn't he? 

It was two days later that we were alone in the house in the evening. I had just come out of the bathroom from showering and was heading down the hall to my room when he stepped out into the hall not more than three feet from me. Coming out so suddenly had scared me and made me jump. The towel I had wrapped around my head slid down, covering my face. He laughed and took the towel from my head and remarking how silly I looked. When he then asked why I had so many towels wrapped around me, I explained how it took a separate towel just to dry my hair. Ray stepped behind me, took the towel he was holding and started drying my hair. I can't describe the feeling that came over me. Here was this gorgeous guy gently working my hair and head. 

When I didn't object, he moved from the hair down to my shoulders-slowly drying me from my neck to my shoulders. All the time he keep talking about how pretty I was and how soft and nice my skin was. He then placed his hand on my neck and kissed my shoulder. I turned to meet his lips and we kissed for what seemed hours. Almost without my notice, he undid the towel I had wrapped around me and let it fall to the floor. I stood there completely naked before him. My breathing was so deep and rapid that my breasts rose and fell with each breath. My brother smiled at my excitement and dropped to his knees letting his hands slide slowly over the breasts and nipples. He leaned me against the wall, lifted my leg over his shoulder as the sound of the garage door going up filled the hallway. I grabbed my towels and ran to my room and slammed the door. In the safety of my room, I leaned back against the door trying to catch my breath. I was incredibly wet with excitement at Ray starting to go down on me and almost getting caught. The one thing I knew at the moment was that Ray would try again-I only hoped soon, oh, let it be very soon!

(2)

Do you know how it is to want everything to be just perfect? That's how I felt about my adopted brother, Ray. After the incident in the hallway, I couldn't have been any more primed to make love to him! That evening, I showered, shaved, powdered and perfumed myself to no end! I put on pj's that were just a little too small. I don't think I had worn them since I was thirteen. The material was silk and the top was tight enough that my nipples protruded clearly through the fabric. From my bed I watched for the doorknob to turn and my older brother to sneak into the room. As I intensely waited for that doorknob to turn, I played the experience in the hall with Ray over and over like an old movie. Re-living the excitement of the way that he kissed me and touched me and almost placed his lips and mouth to my wet pussy. I wanted him so badly that I ached inside! 

Some time during the night I must have fallen asleep, for the next thing I knew Ray was leaning over me with his hand on my breast. I wish I could say that I moaned and pulled him on top of me. Unfortunately for Ray, I had never been coaxed out of sleep by someone fondling my breast and nipple. I shot straight up in the bed, whacked Ray on the side of the nose, beneath his left eye with my head. That hurt so bad! I grabbed my forehead and started to cry and Ray hit the floor moaning. To make matters worst, my Mom heard the commotion and headed for my room. By the time she opened the door and flipped the wall light on, Ray had crawled behind my bed and pulled the bed spread over him. I sounded like an idiot trying to explain why I was crying-telling her I had a nightmare and must have fallen out of bed. She told me it was all right and to stop my crying before I woke everyone in the house. 

About ten minuets later, Ray kissed my softly and left-so much for plans and expectations. Yes, I know, everyone expects a story about how wonderful, lusty sex just happened! For me, everything I had imagined and planed for just plain fell apart. But you know, when we did make love, it was, well.. unexpected, unplanned, and simply wonderful.

(3)

Embarrassing moments have a way of becoming 'white elephants.' You know, obvious things that people pretend aren't there. Ray and I didn't talk about what happened in the hallway or the escaped in my bedroom. We just pretended it never happened, pretty strange considering I had broken his nose when I hit him with my head. 

About two days later I got a letter from the library that I had sixteen books over due and if not returned they would charge $12.00 a book. I tore my room apart until I found all sixteen books and started out walking to the library. I'd gotten about half way down the block when Ray pulled along the curb in his pickup. I didn't want to get in. I guess I was still embarrassed and, well, confused. I was thinking that maybe all this with Ray was not meant to be. When he wouldn't go away and leave me alone, I gave in and let him give me a ride. Ray stayed in the truck as I returned the books. When I finished and got back into the truck, he just turned and looked at me. I have already said how handsome and rugged he looked - well, that had changed! His nose was taped with big strips of white tape, his check was puffy and purple, and his left eye almost swollen shut. Damn, that boy was a mess! As I stared into his good eye, I started to laugh. Then we both broke out in to one of those laughs that make makes it hard to catch your breath. 

Ray drove me to Meacham farm, where there was a second barn used to store hay. He parked the truck behind the barn and picked up a blanket from behind the front seat. Ray took my hand and led me into the barn and up to the loft where he cut open a bale of hay. After spreading the blanket over the hay, he turned to me and kissed me gently. He told me that his mom had sent pictures of me starting from the first day I arrived to live with them. He told me that he thought I was pretty hot at fifteen and had now become a beautiful sensual woman. I told him how I had spent hours staring at his pictures, wondering about him and as I spoke, he unbuttoned my shirt, pulled the tail out of my jeans, and let the shirt fall to the floor. I watched his hands caress my breasts and trace the shape of my nipples through the fabric of the bra. I couldn't do anything but watch! The feeling was wonderful--it was like being at the movie, watching and waiting for the next thing to happen. 

His hands glided over the fabric to the snaps in the back. With a short pull, he unfastened and removed my bra. I could feel the breeze against my skin. The cool breeze and the excitement of being caressed caused my nipples to become full and erect. He rolled the stiff nipple between his forefinger and thumb. 

Even when you have normal 'B' size breasts, you can feel small compared to the girls with the 'C to D' boobs. Ray made me feel like my tits were the most perfect tits in the world-he touched and caressed me like I was special. It was the way that he touched me that excited me when he undid my jeans and pulled the zipper down. I moved in close to him as he put his hands on my hips and slid my jeans and panties down. I stepped out of the clothes and stood completely naked in front of him, like an offering. I heard the breath slip out of him and he said almost in a whisper, "Damn, you're so beautiful!" I know that doesn't seem like a powerful statement, but the sound of those words and way that they were spoken made me want him like I'd never wanted anyone. He undid his jeans, pulled them down some as he sat down on the blanket. I pulled his boots off and then grabbed the pant legs and yanked the jeans off. No shorts, no boxers, nothing-Ray sat there all beautifully exposing his partially erected cock. It was long and tilted to one side with two large sacks hanging from the shaft with a patch of dark hair shooting out. 

Ray pulled me gently down onto my back. Spreading my legs, he slowly kissed and stroked from my tits to the inside of my thighs. He ran his fingers along the outside folds of my pussy and down the length of my slit, from the small opening to the enlarged clit. He then brought his head down and tried kiss and suck my wet, waiting cunt, but stopped. I think it hurt too much from the broken nose and all. Shit!! Why couldn't I have broken his foot or something? Here I was craving his lips on my warm cunt and his tongue deep inside my wet hole and it wasn't going to happen! I was frustrated and mad to the point of screaming. What that did was make me more aggressive than I had ever been in my life. I pulled Ray up to me, pushed him on his back and slid down his chest between his legs.

"Damn boy, looks like you have a problem!" came shooting from my mouth. I couldn't believe that it was me talking, much less that I was holding his marvelous cock in my hands. Ray looked as surprised as I brought my lips down to kiss the tip of his cock, tasting the bead of pre-cum that had formed there. He moaned as I wrapped my tongue around the head of his cock and took the warm flesh into my mouth. Alternating the pressure on the head of his cock, I sucked for a while and then would run my tongue and lips down and up each side of the shaft while messaging his balls. It didn't take long for his dick to start to twist and quiver. 

As I watched in amazement, his erection became huge! I don't think I was prepared for the size of that thing in me, but before I could think much more about it, Ray pulled me up and over onto my back. He placed the tip of his engorged cock at the opening of my wet pussy. Pressing firmly, the head of his cock stretched past the opening inside me. I tried to wrap my legs around his waist and hang on as he plunged faster and deeper inside me with each stroke. 

Finally, he was filling me completely with each thrust of his cock. I could feel his balls smack against my butt and hear the sound of the suction of my wet pussy pulling on his shaft. A warmth that came from the very center of my pussy, started to spread over my entire body and a wave of pure excitement flooded over me. I heard myself scream, "Damn, I'm cumm..ohhhh!!" As the orgasm shot through me, Ray thrust three or four more times before arching his back and grunting loudly. He plunged his cock as deep as he could before exploding wave after wave of hot cum inside me. 

We lay there for sometime before he withdrew from inside me. I kissed him and told him how glad I was to finally have a big brother.



Brotherly Love



I know this sounds like all the other incest stories, but this happened just after my nineteenth birthday, I was having a girls night and there were six of my closest friends and myself all in my bedroom, we were doing our nails and trying on clothes talking about what boys we wanted to screw and how far we had been with a boy, you know just girly stuff.

All night my brother Paul was being a pain he was two years older than me but that night he was acting like a boy going through puberty, he would not leaving us alone, he constantly was coming into my room trying to catch one of the girls in a state of undress it didn’t happen but it was more by luck than planning. As we were talking we were passing a bottle of wine around and playing a truth or dare type of game when ever you had the bottle and the music stopped on my cd whoever had hold of the bottle had to take a drink from the bottle and choose either truth or dare.

On one occasion I had the bottle and I was telling a story about when I walked in on my mom and dad doing it when Paul walked in asking for some CD that he said I had. The next one to have the bottle was Helen she said that she fancied one of out teachers from when we were at school and had actually French kissed him on the last day of term. 

As the bottle went around we were all getting tipsy and the statements of lust became more sordid with each swig of the bottle when it got to me again I chose dare and the dare was to kiss the person I most fancied in the room. Well as we all had been friends for a long time none of the other knew of my sexuality, as I had to choose one of the girls in the room, I chose Clare as I knew she wouldn’t mind at first it was just a quick peck but all the other girls said to do it properly so Clare reached over and pulled me into a deep passionate kiss. 

All the time this was going on Paul was trying to look through the crack under my door it wasn’t till Michele opened the door to go to the toilet that we found out. 

Now Michele was quite a muscular girl and she grabbed him and dragged him into the room half tossing him on the bed the rest of the girls jumped on him grabbing his arms and legs by this time he was yelling to be let go but the girls in there drunkenness were having non of it. Clair told me to pull his jeans off. At first I said no and protested for them to let him go but they pushed it saying go on get them off so I sat on his chest then I undid his pants slipping them down his legs showing his Bart Simpson boxers. 

His hard on was showing through his boxers and I must admit I was quite impressed as it had been many years since we had sheared a bath as our mother washed out hair.

Clare I think it was put her hand inside his boxers and pulled his prick out and started to jack him off, she seamed to be good at what she was doing and she smiled as she pumped her hand up and down his shaft. It was not long before he shot his load and his cum spurted out of the eye of his prick and landed on my T-shirt. Now I don’t know if it was the drink or it was just lust, but with a lot of prodding by the other girls I slid my self up his chest holding my pussy just above Paul’s face. I felt the one of the girls pull my skirt up and could feel my wetness soaking into my knickers the girls were telling me to sit on his face but from where my pussy was over his face he could see my sex lips seeping my juices. Clair hadn’t stopped pumping on his prick and Paul was groaning and moaning pleading to be let loose. After a few more minutes he was really screaming with a bit of help from one of the other girls I had moved my head down and was licking my brothers cock as Clare continued to milk his prick after a few more pumps he cam once again, this time splashing my face, much to the delete of the other girls.

They all were laughing as I got off his chest and he tried to get out the room with gear’s and hoots from the girls and his jeans around his ankles. 

Clare on the other hand had other ideas she came over to me and licked my brothers cum off my face then giving me another long slow kiss and I tasted my brothers cum from her mouth.



Brotherly Love



We never thought we would be telling anyone about our love, but we finally decided to let the world in on our little secret. It started about a year ago and has continued through the school year. In fact, almost everyone thinks we're married, instead of brother and sister.

We'll tell our own stories so you can understand how it all started...

HIS STORY: I thought I knew my sister, having grown up with her and having spent so many hours together. I have always considered her beautiful, along with all other males who have laid eyes on her. She's got a beautiful baby face with pouting lips and long blond hair and has developed a fantastic and sexy figure in the last year or so.

When I left for college, I kissed my sweet "innocent" little sister good-bye. She was 18 then.  I returned last spring, a little earlier than I was expected, and saw the real girl that she was at 19. I took the bus to within blocks of my home and walked the remainder of the way. I planned to surprise my parents and my sister, so I didn't enter the front door but made my way around to the back to attempt to get in through my bedroom window. It was getting dark, and to my surprise the lights were on in the room. I slowly crept to the half-opened curtains and peeked inside. The scene on the bed made my heart stop and my cock stiffen.

There was my beautiful baby sister, smooth and tan and naked, and one of the best-looking young men I have ever seen. They were lying on the bed, kissing and fondling each other while he looked at pictures in a photo album. He had on a pair of white cutoffs, with an incredibly big bulge behind the zipper.  I was glued to the spot and began to unzip my own pants and release my straining cock. Soon the tan young guy stood up, and my sister's small hands began to unsnap and unzip his shorts. She slowly pulled them past his hard-on, which had to be eight inches. His stiff cock curved slightly, and as her hands pumped up and down its thick length, drops of slippery fluid coated the mushroom head. This seemed to excite her, and with wide eyes, she lowered her wet young lips and sucked the head of his cock into her mouth.

His prick looked even thicker next to her small, cute face, but she managed to cram a few inches into her stretched mouth. His own hand wrapped around the reminder of his big cock, and he began to jack off as she licked and sucked on the swollen head.  In a minute or two he was humping his groin into her beautiful face, his hand sliding up and down his shaft lubricated by the saliva that dripped from her mouth. As his hand moved faster and faster, she looked directly into his eyes and sucked even harder on the head of his cock. I could see the lust in his eyes, and with a lurch, he pulled his cock from her lips and with the tip just and inch from her mouth, shot a big, white stream of cum. The thick fluid hit her top lip and was followed by three more wads just as big.  Her mouth was open and I could see the strands of sticky cum stretching from her tongue to her lips. Her face and mouth were literally drenched with semen, and with her fingers she scooped up the slippery stuff and slid it into her mouth. He jammed his cock back into her mouth and I could see her cheeks hollow as she sucked the last bit of cum from his cock.

By this time I was at the point of cumming in the most intense orgasm of my life.  I shot spurt after spurt of cum into my waiting hand, and then wiped it up and down my spurting shaft.  When I recovered, I made an entrance, this time by the front door. After I met the boyfriend, who was as nice as he looked, I went back to my bedroom. I had to open the windows to get the smell of sex out of the room. I heard the front door open and shut as they went into the front yard. I decided that I was going to try to get a little of my sister myself, so I got undressed and into bed with only a sheet covering me from the waist down. I looked on the bedside table and found her photo album.  As a senior, she had lots of pictures taken.  She was a cheerleader and there were lots of shots of her in her short skirt and sweater. There were several of her in her bikini, but the one that really turned me on was a photo of her standing in her bra with her hands behind her back as if she was taking it off. Apparently it had been a slumber party because there were a lot of her friends in baby doll pjs and nightgowns.  I couldn't take my eyes off of her supple young body. Her breasts, covered by the bra, were firm and it seemed that the nipples were poking out of the front.  I stroked my cock while looking at her pictures.  I heard the front door open again and the sound of her footsteps coming down the hall. I took my hand away from my cock, but it poked the sheet at least two inches.

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Brotherly Love



Growing up in a large family made me close to several of my brothers but not very close to my sister. In fact we didn’t get along very well at all. As an adult I found her opinionated and argumentative. In short I didn’t care to be around her that much. In spite of this my wife and I ended up living in the same neighborhood as my sister Kathy. She and my wife worked as flight attendants for the same airline and were usually gone 3 or 4 days a week. After my sister took this job I began to hear rumors about her. There were stories coming from different people that she apparently used the time away from home to have some extramarital sex. At first I discounted the tales as just talk but they persisted and even got wilder as time went on. My wife had even seen her pick up guys, both black and white, in bars while on overnights and take them to her room. I even heard stories about her giving head to guys on the airplane. My sister had become quite the little slut. 

This went on for a couple of years and my sister became pregnant with her first child. The pregnancy went well and all seemed to be going ok for she and her husband. Several months after the birth I went to see her and the child. During the visit she sat on the sofa in just a robe and breast fed her child. At one point the child let go of her nipple and it was suddenly exposed to my view. Now my sister is a very attractive woman with blonde hair and blue eyes and even before the pregnancy she had very large breasts and a well rounded firm ass. Quite a looker and now with her breast feeding her breasts were simply huge. I had seen many a tit before but never had I seen a nipple like this one. It must have been 3 inches across at the base and sticking straight out at least a half inch with milk squirting out of it. It was something to see and I caught myself staring at it. 

Kathy noticed my interest and said, “what’s the matter, you never seen a nipple before?”

I responded, ”never one like that”. 

She laughed and said. “ I wish my husband would look at me like that again.” I asked her if they were having problems and she said, “never mind, it’s nothing for you to worry about.” 

I was curious and managed to bring the subject up again several months later, shortly after she had returned to work. I was at her house helping her move a piece of furniture and asked how are things going now since the baby. She got us both a glass of wine and confided to me that she and Steve had not had sex since the pregnancy. She went on to say this was causing a problem and she was having to get sex elsewhere. I didn’t let on that I knew about her promiscuosness and tried to be a good listener for her. She said she had tried different approaches to get Steve interested again, including role playing, dressing up as a prostitute and so forth but nothing seemed to work. My mind raced at the thought of her dressed up in heels and stockings and looking and acting like a whore. I felt my cock begin to rise in my pants. I asked what types of things she had worn for him, suggesting maybe they were not hot enough to interest him. 

With that she jumped up and said “wait here and I’ll show you.” The time seemed to stand still but after a while she reappeared with an outfit on that was unbelievable. A black lace teddy that didn’t cover up much of her tits except for the nipples, black garter belt, sheer tan stockings and black high heels. “So what do you think, should this have excited him?”

I blurted out “you look like a whore.” 

She said “well yeah, that’s kinda the idea.” 

I then told her that I had known for some time about her fooling around while on the road and that I was surprised by her behavior. I think this shocked and hurt her because she took a seat beside me on the couch and began to cry. I felt sorry for her. Between the tears she said she only started doing it because she wasn’t getting any sexual gratification at home but that later she continued with it because she enjoyed it so much. 

She seemed ashamed and embarrassed. I put my arm around her to comfort her and told her “it’s all right, everybody loves to fuck, we just don’t get to do it like you do.” She looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes full of tears and kissed me full on the lips. I was taken back for just a moment but instinctively returned the kiss in similar fashion. Soon we were locked in a loving embrace kissing each other like two teenagers on a first date. This went on for a few minutes and I soon found myself lying on my back on the couch with her on top of me kissing me like I’ve never been kissed before. I realized the situation was bizarre. I was making out with my sister, she was kissing me with the same lips she had used to go down on and satisfy all those guys on her trips. It was strangely erotic and I began to enjoy it. 

My hands found their way down her torso sliding over the top of her garter belt and to the stockings on her legs. They were silky and warm and felt so sexy. I took the opportunity to run my hands over them for a few minutes while we kissed and slowly let them rise to her hips and up the straps of her garter belt to her ass cheeks. They were nice and firm and round and for the first time I was able to touch them, not just look at them from a distance through clothing. She was now beginning to thrust her hips against me in a rhythm. 

She raised up and supported herself on her hands for a moment and asked “are you ok with this, if not we’ll stop and never speak of it again?” 

I said “ I never really planned on this happening but must admit I’m really enjoying it so far and you are quite a beautiful woman.” 

She got a huge smile on her face and lowered her face to mine again. It seemed very loving and not wrong at all. By now my cock was swollen to it’s full 7 inches and I’m sure she could feel the outline of it through my jeans. She seemed to center her thrusts against the bulge in my jeans. It felt good and I wanted it to continue. 

After a few more minutes of this she again raised up and said’ “I know you like looking at my tits, I’ve seen you checking them out several times but I didn’t want to embarrass you. Would you like to see them?” 

“Of course I would, “ I said 

“Good, I’m very proud of them and love to show them to men who appreciate them,” and with that she pulled her teddy down freeing her breasts and giving me a full look at them with their swolen nipples. I brought my hands up to them and gently and lovingly began touching and squeezing them while she just sat there on my crotch with a smile. She still had milk from the breast feeding and soon the tips of her nipples were getting wet with breast milk. 

I asked “ are you still breast feeding?” 

She responded “no, I stopped about a week ago but still have to use a breast pump once in a while until I stop making milk, I hope it doesn’t turn you off.”

“Quite the contrary,” I said, “ I find it amazing and beautiful. Do you mind if I take advantage of it? “ 

Her big grin answered my question and she proceeded to lower herself until her nipples were inches from my face and l was given the gift of her breast milk. It was a wonderful experience. I now was experiencing a love of my sister that I had previously not even imagined possible. It seemed so natural that I didn’t even question the situation. 

After a few minutes of enjoying those magnificent breasts she said “ let’s go to the guest bedroom where we’ll be more comfortable.” We both got up and walked down the hall while disrobing along the way. She didn’t have much to take off and at my request left her stockings, heels and garter belt on. I had managed to get everything off but my underwear by the time we got to the bedroom. 

She asked “is there anything special you would like to do?”

It just about blew my mind that she was willing to do anything I wanted and the possibilities raced through my mind. As if it was a negotiation I asked “well is this going to be a one time deal?” If so then I want to make it count. “ 

She laughed and reached down and grabbed my swollen cock through my underwear and said, “well it depends on how good you are, whether or not you can satisfy me.” 

Now I was beginning to feel a little pressure. I told her “I know you’ve been with lots of men and probably most of them were bigger than me or better lovers but I’ll do my best and I always give my partner whatever they want.

” With that she said “really....... that could lead to some interesting situations. But for now I just want a good fucking. “ 

“Well I think I can take care of that for you” I said. At that moment she dropped to her knees and began kissing my cock through my underwear and rubbing her face against it. I was already leaking some pre-cum and she licked the spot with her tongue. I could look straight down and see her beautiful breasts and wet nipples swaying with her every move. I just leaned back against the bed and enjoyed it as she pulled down my shorts freeing my swollen cock. 

“You really do have a nick cock, long enough and very thick and I like them like that.” This grew my confidence as she opened her mouth and lowered her head engulfing my cockhead in the warm wet environment of her mouth. The same mouth and lips I had just been kissing. It felt incredible and I closed my eyes while she worked her way up and down the shaft of my cock leaving it wet and aching for more. 

She only sucked me for a few minutes and suddenly stopped and said, “that’s enough of that for now, lets get on the bed and have some fun together.” We climbed up and she got on her back with her legs spread. Without saying a word I kissed her again and began kissing my way down her body, pausing long enough to kiss the droplets of milk from her swollen dark red nipples. I then proceeded lower until I was just above her pussy. 

Now never having seen her pussy before I wanted to take my time and check it out closely, especially since this might be the only time I would ever get to see it up close. She apparently trimmed her pubic hair because it was neatly cropped above the lips and shaved completely clean all around the entrance. Very convenient for someone who likes to eat pussy like myself. I looked up after my examination of her most private area to see her closed eyes and her fingertips gently rubbing her huge nipples. I lowered myself between her legs and began to kiss and suck on her clit the best way I knew how. I had never had a problem satisfying a woman with my mouth and hands but I didn’t want to make her cum like this, only get her so hot she would beg me to fuck her.

I took my time between her legs, occasionaly looking up to admire those beautiful tits and see her nipples as she smeared the droplets of milk all over them. I quietly slipped my hands around and under her ass while licking and sucking her pussy and began gently squeezing her ass cheeks. She seemed to enjoy this and I allowed one finger to invade the crack of her ass and slowly probe her tight asshole. It slowly began to open up as she relaxed and I allowed my index finger to enter her and massage the rim of her asshole as it slowly and gently stroked in and out of her. She began moaning loudly and I pulled away briefly. 

She said “ is teasing me all your gonna do, or are you going to give me some of that nice cock of yours?” 

As if that was my que I climbed fully on top of her and gave her a deep kiss as my cock slipped into her dripping wet pussy. The first thrust into her gave me such deep pleasure it’s hard to describe. We started out slow meeting each others thrusts and kissing each other, but pretty soon we were going at it full force. I was fucking her hard and she seemed to push back against me with all the strength her pretty hips could muster. We were breathing heavily now and beads of sweat began forming on both of us. Her breasts heaved and bounced with every stroke. 

We changed positions briefly. She got on her hands and knees and I entered her from behind giving me a full view of her beautiful ass.

I love fucking like this but soon she said, “let’s go back the other way, I want to see your face and kiss you when I cum.” 

I silently agreed and we went back to the missionary position. I was having so much fun I didn’t care how we did it. After a few more minutes of this action she erupted in orgasm, with muscle spasms and screams of pleasure. I could feel her pussy contract around my cock and tighten slightly. I looked down to see a most beautiful woman with a look of complete ecstasy on her face. 

I let her lay there with my cock still in her for a few minutes to savor the moment but soon I began to slowly fuck her again. 

She opened her eyes and smiled up at me and said, “that was fantastic, now what can I do for you?” 

Again the possibilities seemed endless but I settled for what seemed the most important at the moment, that being to experience the pure pleasure of fucking this luscious, hot sexy woman any way I wanted. This woman, whom previously l could only have private lustful thoughts of, was now beneath me, dressed in the sexiest way possible, with my hard cock buried deep in he pussy and wanting nothing more than to please me. It was a magical moment.

I eventually responded to her question by saying, “ I want to fuck you some more, maybe try some different positions before I can’t hold back any longer and have to cum. 

Again she smiled and rolled me over climbing on top of me while keeping my hard cock deep inside her pussy. Once on top she slowly worked her hips back and forth giving me a great fucking.

She seemed to enjoy it as much as I and I commented on this. “You really do like to fuck don’t you.?” 

She laughed at this and said very matter of factly “ Yeah, I love to fuck, I can’t seem to get enough of it. Does that surprise you?”

I responded, “No, I heard that you’ve been pretty busy.”

This changed the mood of the moment and she got an air of defiance about her. 

She said, “ Oh yeah,...... what kind of stories have you heard about me, ..... and why did you listen to them anyway. Maybe you like hearing about your sister getting fucked. Is that it, ...... do you like hearing about guys ramming their big dicks in my sweet little pussy?” 

With that she touched a nerve. All this time she had not stopped rocking back and forth on my cock but it seemed like a completely different fuck now. She seemed to be in charge and she seemed to be liking it. I couldn’t quite bring myself to look in those beautiful blue eyes, fearing it would give her even more power over me. 

She lowered her upper body until her tits were resting on my chest and her head was beside mine with her lips almost touching my ear. She kissed the side of my face and began to whisper in my ear while she continued fucking me. “You do like hearing about it don’t you, you dirty little boy. You like to hear about your sweet little sister getting fucked by all those guys. Hearing about me sucking off complete strangers, even black guys........ Yeah, that’s right, I do black guys too, especially black guys because they have the most beautiful cocks you could ever imagine. They’re all huge and they all love to fuck some sweet looking blond like me, so I don’t have any trouble at all finding a nice, hard, black cock to fill my little pussy with whenever I want . “

My mind raced with the images of my sister being mounted by some big black stud. I could no longer control my cock and it exploded inside her, spurting jet after jet of my cum deep inside her warm sweet pussy. 

It was the best session of fucking I had ever had. We fell asleep in each others arms and slept for about an hour before awakening. We got up and went to the guest bathroom and showered together, gently washing each other in a most loving way. 

She said “you dirty boy, I had no idea you were interested in fucking me.” 

I then told her I had heard so many stories about her fucking other guys that I began to wonder if they were true and if so what she must be like in bed. 

She laughed and said, “well I do get a lot of cock, and now you know a little of what it’s like to fuck me. “I now know you liked hearing those stories about me, so how would you like to hear them from me, with all the dirty little details.?” 

I said “I would love that.” 

She laughed and said, “maybe you could meet me on one of my overnights, and we’ll have some fun together in a hotel room. You said you’ll do anything to satisfy your partner and I have some ideas about taking advantage of that willingness. Nothing mean, just hot adult fun. “ 

By now my imagination was trying to take over again and my cock had returned to it’s previously swollen state. She noticed it immediately and again dropped to her knees and sucked my cock fully into her mouth for a few minutes before pulling off and saying, “that’s enough for now you horny boy.” 

We barely spoke a word while we dried off and got dressed. Before leaving we hugged each other and kissed deeply. I told her I loved her very much and was so thankful we could share a relationship like this without guilt or remorse. She agreed and said it would be nice to have someone close by that she could trust completely and have some fun with once in a while. I left her smiling and content and wondered when my first road trip with her would be.



Brotherly Love



My parents stand over the coffin and sob in each other’s arms. I feel truly and deeply sorry for them. I wish I could make things right for them, but of course, it’s too late now. I want to give my mum a hug and stop her tears but I can’t reach her. Her desperate sobbing is painful to listen to. But it’s what you’d expect. Her only son, lying cold and lifeless in front of her. Her only daughter, gone just two months before. I’m sorry Mum. I’d come back if I could.

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I’d always loved my sister. We’d always had a special connection that most siblings seemed to lack. Of course we had minor squabbles while growing up, over things like whose turn it was to do the washing up. We always made up though, it was never serious.

I remember when she was born. I was two years old, sitting on the end of the hospital bed, looking at my mum’s red, tear stained face and wondering what was screaming in her arms. Katherine fascinated me. I would sit by her cot for hours watching her sleep. When she cried, I cried too. I didn’t understand why I was doing it, it just seemed right. As we grew up, we played together because there was no one else around. When you live in the countryside, games mostly consist of imaginary games or hide and seek. 

One day we were playing hide and seek on our neighbours farm and Katherine wandered off. I searched the fields for hours and hours, before returning home, exhausted, to find her sitting in the kitchen, eating supper. I didn’t feel angry with her. I just felt relieved that she was OK. I ran to her and hugged her tightly, refusing to let her go. She looked at me like I was crazy and pushed me away so she could continue eating. My mum had been worried about me but when I told her where I had been she said that I was a very devoted brother and Kat should be proud to be my sister. I liked hearing that, it made me feel important. 

When we went to school I’d always stick up for her if she got into trouble. If anyone gave her a hard time I’d make sure they regretted it and didn’t do it again. Sometimes I’d pause from a game of football to watch her playing with her friends, and seeing her laugh would make me happy. I’d give her the chocolate from my lunchbox because I felt she deserved it more than me.

As we got older and puberty set in, we’d sit and talk for ages. We told each other secrets and gave insights to each other into the opposite sex. I learnt a lot from her about how girls thought and why they behaved the way they did. She was the reason I was always quite popular with the girls in my class, they all wanted to be my friends. When she had arguments with friends I’d comfort her and if a boy she liked had asked out someone else, I’d do something special to cheer her up. People always told us we were a very unusual pair. 

And then things changed. We were both growing up. I was well into puberty and enjoyed looking at pictures of half naked girls in soft porn magazines. She was just starting to develop. Soft curves began forming on the previously boyish figure. Her cheeks became rosier and her face took on a more feminine charm. She started wearing her silky blonde hair in different styles from the normal ponytail and seemed to take hours in the bathroom every morning. She had always been a pretty child but she grew more beautiful with every day that passed and I was proud to call her my sister. 

We’d both had boyfriends and girlfriends before but nothing serious. The kinds of childish friendships where you hold hands and kiss each other on the cheek before blushing and running away. Being older, I’d had a few more serious girlfriends, but nothing long term. I always preferred Katherine’s company and as soon as a girl appeared to be interfering in our relationship, I would let her go.

Then Josh appeared. I knew she liked him a lot because she was always really happy after seeing him or talking to him on the phone. When he came to the house they would be constantly touching and kissing. She saw him nearly every day and started staying out later and later just to spend more time with him. I wanted her to be happy, I didn’t want to have a problem with it, but I couldn’t help feeling like something wasn’t right. I’d always been quite protective over her and if I didn’t like one of her boyfriends I would tell her. She’d always taken my advice and found someone else. She’d just turned 18 and I was 20, but having grown up in the country, we’d both led quite sheltered lives, so this new relationship was a big leap of maturity for her.

I didn’t say anything until her behaviour towards me started changing quite dramatically. She had always had a calm, quiet persona but she was getting increasingly impatient and would get mad at me for no reason. I wanted to put it down to hormones but it just didn’t seem like my Katherine. Eventually she stopped sharing things with me. She wouldn’t tell me anything about what she did while she was out or how her relationship with Josh was going. On top of that, there was something I didn’t like about Josh. While being very attractive, there was something suspicious in his eyes. Whenever I spoke to him I always felt like he was keeping something from me. And whenever he, Katherine and I were together, he would brush me off like I was in the way. The worse part was, Katherine didn’t seem to mind. 

One evening, a rare occasion when Josh was somewhere else, I confronted Katherine while we were watching TV. I told her everything that had been on my mind and asked her to seriously consider if Josh was good for her. She sat in silence while I spoke and regarded the space on the wall in front of her for a while after I’d finished. I watched her expressionless face and waited, my heart beating loudly in my ears. Eventually, she turned to me and said coldly,

“In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m not a little child anymore. I don’t need you to look after me. I am capable of making my own decisions and what I do with my spare time is absolutely none of your business. I appreciate the concern but I would also appreciate it if in future you would STAY OUT OF MY LIFE!” and with that, she ran upstairs into her bedroom and slammed the door. 

I sat, stunned. Not quite comprehending what had just happened. I felt alone and rejected. Suddenly, the one person who I’d always relied on to be there for me and make me feel whole, was gone. It felt like losing a part of myself, an organ that was crucial for my survival. For the first time in about eight years, I cried. Katherine was right. She was an adult now and I had no place in her life anymore. She ignored me over the next week and I moped around the house, not really eating, not really sleeping, just feeling desolate and miserable. It was a couple of weeks after that that the dreams started. But I’m getting ahead of myself. I suppose the beginning of it all was the day I needed some money. 

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It was raining. The ground was sodden and everything was saturated from three days of more or less consistent rain. My best friend rang me and asked if I would like to go and see and movie in town. I decided to go because I needed something to get me out of the house and make me feel better. It was a 40 minute walk into town, manageable on a sunny day but unthinkable on a day like this. There was a bus coming in 10 minutes and I needed to catch it if I was going to make the movie. The problem with living in the middle of nowhere is that if you don’t have something, there’s no easy way of getting it. On this occasion I didn’t have any money. I knew that once I was in town I could get money out of my bank for the movie but I needed 80p to get there. 

Katherine was upstairs in her bedroom with Josh. Both my parents were out for the day visiting friends. I frantically searched through the house, in drawers, under the sofa, in coats, in as many trouser pockets as I could lay my hands on. But no money. I was getting desperate. I shouted for Katherine. She didn’t answer. I couldn’t wait for her to come out of her room, I needed the money right then. Under normal circumstances I wouldn’t have dreamed of barging in on her, but when she had blatantly ignored five of my pleas for her to come out, I felt I had no choice.

I knocked politely and opened her bedroom door. I quickly wished I hadn’t. There she was, lying on her bed with Josh on top of her. They were kissing frantically and his hand was caressing her exposed breast. As soon as I entered they stopped and looked up, expressions of horror on their faces. Katherine screamed and pulled her top up as quickly as she could. Josh got off her and stood up, looking angry and affronted. I was so shocked, I just froze. It was all I could do to stay standing.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing??” Katherine yelled. “How dare you come marching into my room uninvited!” Josh had sat down and was now looking distinctly embarrassed. Katherine also looked very uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry!” I stuttered. “I called and knocked first. I, I just needed some money.” My voice trailed away as Katherine’s look of revulsion wounded me to my soul. “I’m sorry.” I repeated before leaving the room and closing the door behind me. I went and lay down on my bed feeling disorientated and horrified. That was something I was not ready to see. The image of her lying on the bed kept flashing in front of my eyes, vivid and horrifying. Emotions raged inside me drowning out all common sense: anger, disgust, sorrow… and something else. Something I couldn’t put my finger on until later.

I just lay on my bed staring at the ceiling until I had calmed down. I had no idea how long I’d been there but the shadows in my bedroom had grown long and the light was fading. I walked downstairs, feeling like a zombie. Katherine was sitting at the kitchen table. She had been crying. I sat down with her and she looked at me with hatred in her eyes. “Josh left,” she spat bitterly. “He was so embarrassed.” I couldn’t say anything. Sorry seemed meaningless and after all, I had given her warning. I just looked at her beautiful face, hardened in anger, until she got up and walked upstairs. 

That night I lay awake for hours, tossing and turning. Eventually I drifted into a restless slumber and that was when they started. The dreams. The beginning of the end. 

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Two bodies entwined, sticky with sweat. Can’t make out who they are yet. A beautiful girl, blonde hair, pert breasts. A sigh of ecstasy escapes her full red lips. Now I recognise her. Katherine, my sister. I feel a surge of hatred and… jealousy? Yes, jealousy towards the guy with her. Is it Josh? No. Its… its me. Fuck. Why am I doing this to my sister?? I run my hand over her supple breast and feel intensely aroused. I want to feel what she’s like inside. I imagine it, soft, warm, wet. Oh God. 

I wake up with a start, sweating and breathless. I have a massive hard-on, which remains until I give in and do something about it. I feel dirty and perverted. The worst part is, I’m still aroused by my dream, and suddenly extremely jealous of Josh. How could I? My own sister. My little sister who I’ve loved and protected for so many years. I don’t go back to sleep again that night. 

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The next morning at breakfast Katherine isn’t speaking to me. That’s fine by me; I can’t look at her anyway. Images from my dream flash up inside my head making me feel sick. I try to force down some cereal but there’s a huge lump in my throat that refuses to let anything past. I leave the house for school feeling confused and hungry. All day I can’t concentrate on lessons. I have to figure out a way to stop myself thinking of Katherine like… that. I think of all the times we shared together as children. As brother and sister. It helps a little, but the feeling I had in the dream still lingers on. Maybe I should talk to her. Apologise again for what happened and spend some time with her. Maybe then I’d relax and this feeling would go away. 

In the evening I go and sit with her while she watches TV. There’s an electric tension in the air. Or maybe it’s just my imagination. My throat is dry and the TV’s incessant babble is driving me crazy. Eventually I gather enough strength to speak.

“Kat,” I say hoarsely, “We need to talk.” She looks at me expectantly. This better be good. “Umm… look, I just wanted to say…” I hesitate. She raises an eyebrow and cocks her head. Her eyes look beautiful when they glint with anger. Stop it! “Umm… I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to walk in on you and Josh yesterday. I did call a few times first but I guess you didn’t hear me. I wouldn’t normally have come in I just needed some money and…” I was babbling. I stopped and took a deep breath. A smile crept across her face. 

“Its OK, Dan,” she replied. “Josh and I have made up now anyway, but he was really embarrassed. I was just waiting for you to apologise.” Oh. Right. 

“So you’re not angry with me any more?” She laughs. She has a beautiful smile. 

“Of course not. I’m glad we’ve made up, I hate fighting with you.”

“Yeah, me too. I hated it too.” I suppose I should feel some sort of relief but nothing changes. She and Josh made up? I was subconsciously hoping that they’d realise they were too young for all that and would break up. How dumb am I! Katherine returns to watching TV. She could be a model if she wanted. I wish I could touch her hair. Agh! Stop!!

That night she comes into my rooms after I’m asleep. She’s cold. She asks if she can come into my bed to warm up. I pull back the sheets and she slides down next to me. She snuggles into me and runs her hand over my back. She’s smiling as she brings her mouth towards mine and kisses me gently. Her lips are soft and sweet and her tongue is warm as it flickers in and out of my mouth. I pull her towards me and our kiss becomes deeper and more passionate. She looks intensely into my eyes and tells me she’s wanted me for months. I slide my hand under her top. Her skin is silky underneath. She strokes my penis through my boxers and it becomes rock hard. I close my eyes and sigh.

I wake up. Sweating again. Fuck! I feel nauseous. I go into the bathroom and make myself throw up. I still have a hard-on. I get rid of it and go back to bed. 2am. I lay staring at the wall for the rest of the night. 

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Two days later Katherine asks me if I want to go into town with her. She needs to buy some shoes and all her friends are busy. Not many brothers would want to go shopping with their little sister but a couple of weeks ago I would have been more than happy to go along. Things are different now. She looks a little disappointed at my hesitation. I try desperately to think of an excuse and feel beads of sweat form on my brow. She looks into my eyes for a moment that seems to stretch on into eternity and finally speaks.

“Dan?” She has a look of concern on her face. “Is everything OK with you? You’ve been acting a bit strangely lately and you’re not looking at all well. Kinda pale.” Thank God! She came up with an excuse for me!

“Well, to be honest Kat, I haven’t been feeling all that great. In fact, I don’t think I’m really up to a shopping trip right now. Sorry.” 

“Oh that’s OK. Why don’t you go to bed and I’ll bring you something to eat later on.” She smiles and touches my arm. My skin tingles under her hand and I can feel blood rushing into my lap. I have to get out of there.

“Yeah. Sure. That’s probably a good idea.” I spend the rest of the day reading in my room. I’m bored but I can’t face going downstairs and seeing her again. That night I don’t sleep at all. I don’t want any more dreams. 

The insomnia makes everything distant. My head is floating six feet above my body and every sound is muffled by cotton wool. I’m living in a dream and I can’t wake up. I’m not really here. I’m a shadow, a shell, a reflection of Dan. I drink coffee constantly to stay awake. I can’t let myself go to sleep because as soon as I close my eyes the dreams come. In school I can barely keep my eyes open. One day Katherine appears in my maths lesson.

She walks into the classroom in knee high boots, a short skirt and a strappy top. I wonder why she’s not in uniform. The whole class stops and stares. She walks over to my desk and tells me that she can’t wait any longer. She wants me now. I push my chair back and she climbs on top of me. She’s not wearing any underwear under her skirt and I can feel her warmth through my thin school trousers. She unzips my flies and I slide my hand under her skirt. She’s so wet. I slide myself into her. The whole class is watching but I don’t care. I can’t stop. It feels so good. She’s kissing me and rubbing her breasts against my chest. I can barely contain my orgasm. She slides upwards on my penis and I come inside her immediately. She moans my name…

“Daniel! Daniel! What’s the matter with you? I asked you a question!” I open my eyes to see Mr Hayes standing over my desk, his face a picture of annoyance. “Were you asleep Daniel? Do you have the nerve to fall asleep in my class??” I can’t think straight. Katherine isn’t there but there is a sticky mess inside my pants. Oh holy fuck. Mr Hayes is still shouting. Please don’t send me out. Please don’t make me stand up. “Go and see the headmaster NOW!” Shit. “Can you hear me Daniel? I said NOW!” I pick up my books and hold them in front of me as I leave the classroom. I hear sniggers from the other students. I make a detour to the toilets on the way to the headmaster’s office. 

I arrive home to find my parents sitting at the kitchen table talking in hushed tones. They stop when I walk in and ask me to join them. I already know what this is about. The school called, Daniel. We’re very worried about you, Daniel. Are you ill, Daniel? Are you taking drugs, Daniel? What the fuck am I supposed to tell them? 

“No, I’m not on drugs and I’m not ill. I haven’t been sleeping. I don’t know why. I just can’t sleep.” My parents exchange a look. They ask if I’d like to see a counsellor? No thank you. Would I like to try anti-depressants? No thank you. They eventually decide to send me to the doctor to get some sleeping tablets. I don’t want to sleep but I can’t stay awake forever. A few pills later I’m crashed out on my bed. No dreams. Just silent, peaceful sleep. 

I wake up the next morning feeling a hundred times better. I eat breakfast with Katherine who seems pleased that there’s nothing seriously wrong with me. She tells me she was very worried about me and I feel pleased that she still cares even after what I’ve been doing to her. Although, of course she doesn’t know what I’ve been doing to her. Anyway, things improve over the next few weeks and even though I still catch myself admiring Katherine’s beauty, the dreams stop. That is, until the pills run out. 

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I managed to cope pretty well with the help of the pills. If I started thinking about Katherine, I’d force myself to do something else. My grades improved a bit because I found that schoolwork was a good distraction since it required concentration. I didn’t feel so awkward around Katherine anymore and although I still loathed the sight of Josh, I just avoided them when they were together. I spent lots of time out with my friends. I had a lot of fun really. Katherine seemed to be having fun too. She had a new glow to her. I tried not to think about what that might mean. 

Then, the week before Katherine’s birthday, they ran out. My sleeping pills. My lifeline. I went back to the doctor and asked for some more but he told me it wasn’t healthy to stay on them for long. I had to try and get some good natural sleep. I begged and pleaded but he refused to be swayed. He suggested that if I was having bad dreams I should talk to a psychiatrist. Fuck that. I already know I’m going crazy. They’d probably put me in jail for incest or something.




Brotherly Love



I tried not to panic. I’d managed fine up till now. How hard is it to sleep anyway. I’d never had a problem with it before. Lying in bed I try everything. I read until my eyes get tired. I listen to a CD on my Walkman. I go downstairs and watch TV. I count sheep. Nothing. I can’t do it. I remember some hay fever tablets we have in the cupboard, which are supposed to make you drowsy. My mum always complains they do anyway. I take a handful and close my eyes. The room seems to spin for a while but eventually I lose consciousness. Unfortunately, the tablets don’t have the effect I’m hoping for. Yes, I’m asleep, but I’m dreaming again, and this time I can’t wake up.

I’m coming up to my room to get ready for bed when I hear strange sounds coming from Katherine’s bedroom. I go in and find her sobbing on her bed. I sit down next to her and ask what’s wrong. She and Josh have broken up. He cheated on her with another girl. Asshole. The tears make her eyes look dazzling azure and I take her in my arms and cuddle her, trying to comfort her. Gradually her sobs slow until she’s lying sniffing in my arms. I sit up to leave but she asks me to hold her a little while longer. She’s not ready to be alone just yet. She snuggles into me and I stroke her silky hair. She looks up at me and our faces are inches apart. “I love you, Dan,” she whispers, before kissing me on the lips. I fight the feelings that are surging through my body. She keeps whispering and kissing me. “You’ve always been more to me than a brother, Dan.” More kisses. “Touch me, Dan.” I want her so badly. I summon my last ounce of strength but its not enough, I can’t resist her. I’m losing control, kissing her back, wanting her more and more. I fight it, try desperately to wake up, but I’m trapped. My dream fades into another. 

Katherine’s having a bath. I need to use the loo but she won’t come out. She tells me to come in but not to look. I can’t wait so I do as she suggests. My eyes are straining to look at her wet, naked body but I fight the urges. As I’m leaving I hear her voice, low and seductive. “God I’m so horny Dan. Josh never satisfies me. What shall I do? Please help me.” I turn around to see her lying there, half concealed by bubbles. Her wet hair hangs round her face and her hand rests on her perfectly formed breast. My breath catches in my throat and my knees feel weak. I walk towards her slowly. When I reach the bath she takes my hand and slides it under the water. She rubs my finger over her clitoris, masturbating herself. I can’t breathe. I can’t take it anymore. I give in. I rip my clothes off with my free hand and climb into the bath with her. She slides her legs around me and I slip inside her. My hands are running over her back, her breasts, up and down her legs. I kiss her as I push myself deep inside her. She leans her head back and moans with pleasure. She feels so good. Water is going everywhere. Our wet, slippery bodies slide over each other as we work ourselves into a frenzy. Her moans become loader and louder and she cries out in pleasure as she climaxes. Her body shivers and the contractions of her vagina make me come hard. I’m moaning too and I don’t want it to stop. She keeps going and I come again, pressing myself against her and biting down on her neck to contain my excitement. It’s over. We lie back in the water, stroking each other and kissing. I want to hold her forever. I wish this moment would never end. 

But it does. I wake up, my boxers a sticky mess, my bed drenched in sweat. I don’t even feel disgusted with myself anymore. I’m emotionally exhausted and my head is throbbing from over dosing on those pills. The sun is just peeping over the horizon and birds are beginning to chirp in the trees. I creep into Katherine’s room and stand by her bed watching her sleep. She looks like an angel. So innocent. So different from the Katherine in my dream. A tear of despair slides down my cheek. I hate myself.

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Katherine’s excited. She is sitting at the kitchen table with our parents, planning the final details of her birthday party. I still haven’t got her a present but I haven’t been out of the house all week so I haven’t really had a chance. I’ve had flu. Well, I’ve been pretending to have flu while being tortured in my own personal hell. With all the excitement and activity, nobody’s really noticed anything unusual. 

I honestly don’t know how long I can keep this up. My world is crumbling around my ears. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. I despise myself for the way I feel but there’s nothing I can do about it. I don’t want to see a psychiatrist. They can’t take me away from my family. They can’t take me away from Katherine. 

I’ve decided I need to talk to her. I need to confess how I feel to her. I know she’ll hate me for it. I know it’s not a good time. But I can’t wait any longer. I’m going insane! I’ve been waiting for a good moment for two days now. Finally, she takes a break from party planning and sits down next to me on the sofa. 

“How are you feeling?” She’s so caring. She genuinely cares about me. I hesitate, knowing that as soon as I tell her how I feel, all of that will be lost. I need to though; I can’t keep this to myself any longer. Maybe she’ll feel the same. Maybe she’ll be pleased and she’s wanted me as much as I’ve wanted her. 

“Dan?” I’ve been staring at her for too long. I have to speak. Words… words…

“Kat,” she waits expectantly, “Umm, listen.” She’s listening. Oh shit. Sweat is breaking out all over me. My heart is beating at 1000 miles per hour. “I have something I need to tell you. It’s really important but I’m not sure you’re going to like it.” She looks concerned.

“You can tell me anything, Dan, you know that.” I take a deep breath. My throat is dry and my hands are shaking.

“OK, look, don’t say anything until I’ve finished. I really hope you don’t hate me for this. If you do… just forget I said it.” That was pointless, what I’m about to tell her won’t be easily forgotten! She’s looking confused, I better get to the point. “OK, the thing is, Kat, I-” 

BRRRRRR! Fuck! The doorbell rings and Katherine’s attention is lost. I pray it’s not for her, I need to finish this. 

“Happy birthday honey!!” It’s her two best friends. 

“Oh my god, I totally forgot you guys were coming!” Katherine squeals. She pauses and looks at me. Why did they have to come now?? “I’m sorry Dan, we’ll talk later OK?” I don’t reply. 

Katherine leaves the house with her friends to go shopping. My heart has exploded in my chest and is splattered all over the inside of my rib cage. Shit. 

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I don’t know how long I’ve been lying here for. I need Katherine to come home so I can finish what I started. Confessing is the only way I can end this torment. And if I don’t do it soon I’m going to go mad. Suddenly, my mum rushes into my bedroom. Her dark eyes are wide and full of tears. Her face is ashen. 

“Dan, you have to come quickly, get in the car!” She rushes back out. Come where? Why? What’s wrong? My head is spinning as I run downstairs and join my parents in the hallway. I glance at the clock, its 11.30pm. My dad is getting into the car in his slippers and my mum has mascara streaking her cheeks.

“What’s the matter?” I demand, “What’s happened? Where’s Katherine?” And then I begin to panic. Why isn’t she home yet? What if something’s happened to her? I climb into the car, tears of anticipation choking me. “Dad, what’s going on?” Accelerating dangerously fast out of the drive, he replies:

“We’ve just received a call from the hospital. Katherine’s been involved in an accident. She was on the bus on the way home from town, when it collided with a car. She’s unconscious and critical.” Everything freezes. I can’t breathe. Everything is silent except for the roar in my head. Dad’s words go round and round in my head: ‘unconscious and critical.’ ‘unconscious and critical’

The next couple of hours fly by. The hospital is busy with the multiple casualties from the accident. Doctors hurry about with clipboards, relatives cry, telephones ring, I wait. My brain has shut down. All I can register is that Katherine is in surgery. Unconscious and critical. I need to see her. I need to be with her. I need to look after her. Eventually a doctor approaches us looking forlorn. My parents, both looking worse for wear, sit up expectantly. We are invited into a small, private relatives room and sat down. I’ve watched enough episodes of Casualty to know that that’s not good. The doctors sits and pauses for a second before speaking.

“I’m deeply sorry to have to inform you of this,” he tells my parents, “But I’m afraid your daughter has passed away. We did everything we could. You can see her if you wish.” Tears stream in torrents down my cheeks. In the distance I can hear my parents wailing. A white-hot pain sears through my entire body causing me to double over involuntarily. My chest contracts so that I can’t breathe at all. The room is spinning. I feel sick.

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Two hours later and I’ve finally calmed down enough to be spoken to rationally. They had to call in security to control me but I feel better now. Not better. That’s the wrong word. Calmer. On the outside anyway, my insides are still in turmoil. My parents have both been to say goodbye to Katherine. I don’t know if I can cope with seeing her right now, but I know I’ll regret it if I don’t. A young nurse leads me down a naked corridor to a cold, dimly lit room. In the middle of the room lies a hospital bed covered with a sheet. I ask if I can be left alone and the nurse leaves.

I stand dumbly for a minute, not sure what to do. Slowly, I approach the bed and peel back the sheet. Katherine is lying there, pale and lifeless. Her face is swollen and covered in cuts. Dried blood streaks her flaxen hair. She looks peaceful despite her painful disfigurement. I stroke her cheek and gently kiss her lips. They are cold and rigid. My pain overwhelms me once again and I drop to my knees, sobbing. I hold her hand tightly in mine as I try to talk to her through my tears. I try to apologise, try to tell her how I feel. I know that she can’t hear me and that I’m not making any sense but I have to tell her. She has to know that I’m sorry.

My sobs slow and eventually cease as the horrifying realisation sinks in. It’s too late. She’ll never know. I will have to carry this disgusting secret with me forever. Never able to confess, never able to make it OK. And even worse, I’d lost my sister, my soul mate. We’d never be able to share things any more. Never again would I see her beautiful smile, see the sunlight dance on her crown of hair, see the love in her eyes when she looked at me. Right there, on the hospital floor, I lost my will to live. 

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The next few weeks were a blur. I went to bed as soon as I got home from the hospital and refused to move. I never spoke. I barely ate; food had become tasteless so I just ate what I needed to survive. I hadn’t showered so I smelt revolting. My eyes were bloodshot from crying and I was frightening to look at. But I didn’t care. I knew I should be trying to be strong and support my parents but I couldn’t do it. I was locked in a world of anguish and despair. Nothing could comfort me and nothing would ever be right again.

I attended Katherine’s funeral. I washed, shaved and dressed in a smart black suit. I stood like a zombie throughout, not speaking to anyone. I didn’t even cry. I had no more tears left except those on the inside. I refused to go to the wake afterwards, I retreated home to my bed, much to the distress of my parents. Of course they were concerned about me. I was sorry but I was into much pain to do anything. Let alone pretend everything was alright.

The dreams had stopped. That was one thing I could be grateful for, but it seemed insignificant now. There was no differentiation between sleep and awake. It was all just a haze, in which time had no meaning. The hole Katherine had ripped in my chest grew day by day, engulfing me in its blackness. After three weeks I was no longer a human being. Just a bruised and battered shell with nothing inside except an expanding emptiness filled with hatred. It was an emptiness that stretched on into eternity and eventually, it swallowed me up.

One night, I sat up in bed, quite suddenly and unexpectedly. I wasn’t sure why I had moved and blood rushed to my head from the excursion. I moved involuntarily to the top drawer of my desk where I kept the penknife that my dad had given me for my fourteenth birthday. I wasn’t totally aware of what I was doing. All I knew was that I had to end this pain. This torture that refused to end, but kept gnawing at me, never giving me a moment’s peace. 

As I unfolded the blade, a poem came into my head that Katherine had written on a folder somewhere:

‘I’m going to write a poem, a poem with a twist,

I’ll write it with a razor blade, I’ll write it on my wrist,

And if I write it properly a fountain should appear,

And with this pretty fountain, my troubles disappear.’

Troubles disappear. Yes. I’d finally be at peace. I’d be with Katherine again.

The sharp knife gleamed in the moonlight. I contemplated it for a second; it looked friendly and inviting. It seemed to whisper “I can help you, I can make everything better.” I placed the point of the blade in the centre of my wrist and made a deep incision vertically up my arm. Crimson velvet spilled out, spurting in time with my pulse and spilling over my arm onto my blue bed sheets. I watched the red river with fascination as my arm throbbed. I suppose it must have been painful but I didn’t notice. Compared to how I was feeling inside, it was nothing.

I repeated the process with my other arm and lay back onto my bed as my head started to spin. I felt light and free. My sorrow spilled onto bed, soaked into the sheets, through to the mattress, and left me contented and peaceful. I closed my eyes and floated into the air. A smile spread across my face as darkness covered everything. And then there was nothing. Blissful nothing. Dan, the boy I had come to hate with all my passion, was gone. 

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So, here I am, watching my parents go through their second funeral of the year. I wish I could do something to make up for the pain I’d caused them, but it would have happened either way. I died with Katherine, that night in the hospital. Those next few weeks were just an imitation of life, going through the motions without really being there. I would have wasted away slowly anyway, stopped eating, or breathing. At least the way it happened was quick.

I wish I’d walked into town in the rain. I wish I hadn’t gone into her room. I wish her friends had come 10 minutes later. I wish she’d missed her bus. But it’s too late for that now. My story is over. And I never did see that movie.



Brotherly Love



My sister, Lucy, has a habit of drinking way too much alcohol. She’s 22 years old, slim, only about 5” 2, and her tits are in proportion, not big, but not small either. What you’d call a handful.

Even though she’s my sister, I’m not stupid enough not to know that she’s very pretty. She’s never short of male admirers, and on a few occasions I’ve even heard her and her latest conquest going at it in her bedroom - the walls in our house are wafer thin.

I’ve even gone as far as to sneak a peak if she happens to leave the door slightly ajar. I’m certain she does this deliberately just to wind me up. She knows I haven’t had much experience with girls, so teases me whenever she gets the chance, and I‘m sure that she gets off on knowing that I can hear, and maybe see her when she‘s fucking. 

Now, as I said, I know that she’s attractive…I know that she’s got a nice body…and I know that it’s wrong, considering she’s my sister, but I really do fancy her. Sometimes I can’t get her out of my head and just sit in my room thinking about her and playing with myself. I’ve had the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had when thinking about her and masturbating.

As I’m only 18, and as any 18 year old will tell you, my cock gets hard if the wind’s blowing strongly! Sometimes, when she walks around the house half naked, my cock gets hard and it’s difficult to hide the fact - I‘m not huge, but I‘m quite satisfied with my 6 inches. She’s noticed on more than one occasion and simply gives me a sexy smile as if she’s proud of the fact that she gets me going.

Well, with all this going on it was only a matter of time before I just couldn’t take anymore and had to do something about it. I know she’s my sister…but, fuck, she’s sexy! And as she has a habit of drinking too much; there has been a few times when she’s come home drunk, tried to get undressed to go to bed, but failed miserably and just flaked out on her bed or the floor half naked, dead to the world through intoxication…and that’s exactly what I hoped would happen this particular Saturday night…

As usual, by 6 in the evening she was getting herself ready for a night out on the town. I’d picked this particular Saturday because our parents were out of town, so there’d be less chance of me getting caught. By 7, she was ready and waiting for her lift to arrive. A few minutes later a car pulled up outside.

“Right, I’m off,” Lucy said to me as she headed for the door. “Oh, and John, no going through my knicker drawer while I’m out!”

With that, she left, giggling to herself. She wouldn’t be laughing later…

It seemed like the longest 5 hours of my life. I just sat there, not doing anything but trying to talk myself out of what I was going to do. But it was no good. The time had come to take that step from masturbatory fantasy to pleasure seeking reality.

As usual, when Lucy finally arrived home just after midnight, she was well and truly pissed! She staggered into the living room, mumbled something about having a wild night and then slunk off to her bedroom.

I waited 20 minutes or so and then followed her up. As I’d expected, and as was always the case, she was sprawled on the bed, naked from the waist down. She’s obviously managed to remove her jeans and panties before collapsing in a drunken stupor.

She was flat on her back with her legs slightly spread. I could clearly see her pussy. It was totally shaven, and there seemed to be something oozing out down her thigh. I took a deep breath and walked closer. It was spunk. She’d obviously picked up some guy and had a quickie in a back alley or the back of his car. The sight of her sprawled out, spunk dripping from her shaven twat gave me an instant erection.

I called out quietly to see if she’d respond. She didn’t. I called out again, a little louder. Still no response. I decided to go for it. There she was, dead to the world, legs spread…it was a chance I couldn’t pass up.

I quickly took my jeans and boxers off and began to stroke my cock slowly. All the while I was looking at Lucy, her limp form slumped on the bed. At first I only meant to masturbate and maybe come on her. But the fact that she was so obviously out of it, and more than likely wouldn’t wake up if world war 3 started, I began to wonder if I could take it a step further.

I stopped playing with myself and gave her a little nudge. Still no response - except for the occasional moan and sigh. I reached over and undid the buttons on her blouse. To my delight she wasn’t wearing a bra and her tits flopped to the side. I gently stroked my hand over her breast, and when there was still no response I began fondling her tits with vigour, stroking, squeezing and mauling them for all I was worth.

I lowered my head and flicked my tongue over one of her nipples - she let out a quiet sigh, but still did not wake up. I then greedily sucked and licked her nipples in turn, all the while wondering whether she’d suddenly wake up and discover me.

The more I sucked and licked with no response from her, the more confident I grew. She definitely wasn’t going to wake up until at least dinner time on Sunday! 

By now my cock was aching for some attention. I stood up right and gently eased her legs apart further. She suddenly jerked and moaned, and my heart leapt out of my chest. Thankfully, after a few moments, she was still again. I eased myself forward into position and guided my throbbing cock towards her spunk filled hole. I gently forced the tip of my cock inside her and then waited with baited breathe until I was sure she wasn’t going to suddenly wake up. She didn’t. I then slid the rest of my shaft inside her and groaned loudly. It was the first time I’d ever been inside a woman. I was losing my virginity to an unconscious girl, and to top things off, she was my sister.

By this time I was far gone, and nothing short of an earthquake was going to stop me. I began to thrust in and out of her slowly, or as slowly as I could anyway! The feeling was so intense that I thought I was going to come as soon as I began to pump my hips back and forth. Thankfully, she was nicely lubricated - all be it by another man’s come - and my cock slid in and out with ease.

I leant forward and began to play with her tits again. Stroking and fondling the soft flesh of my older sisters tits that should by all rights be out of reach for a brother. My breathing suddenly became heavier and my groans louder as I felt my orgasm approaching. I pumped my cock into her with more vigour than ever, stroking and squeezing her tits as I did so. It then all happened so quickly that I didn’t have time to pull my cock out of her. I grunted audibly and felt a hot jet of sticky come shoot from my twitching cock. The feeling was amazing. I buried my cock as far inside her as I could and shot my remaining spunk deep into her spunk soaked pussy.

I collapsed forward onto her and buried my head in her breasts, breathing loudly and still involuntarily jerking my hips. I laid there for what seemed like an eternity before sliding my now limp cock out of her and standing up. The sight of my own spunk dribbling out of my sisters pussy was enough to get my cock hardening again.

I didn’t want to chance fucking her again, so I climbed up onto the bed and laid next to her. I reached over with my left hand and began to play with her tits as I wanked myself off with my other hand. Every now and then Lucy let out a slight groan, as if she was enjoying my inexperienced groping. I knew it couldn’t be, though. She was more than likely dreaming.

As I laid there fondling her tits and wanking, I leant my head towards her and gently kissed her. She seemed to involuntarily respond. She must have been having a dirty dream! Suddenly her mouth opened and she slipped her tongue inside mine. I responded eagerly. I didn’t realise that French kissing my own sister could be such a turn on. I felt the usual burning sensation starting in my groin and began to wank off faster. I broke off from the kissing and groaned loudly as I shot a thick wad of spunk onto my stomach. I then thrust my hips towards Lucy and shot my remaining spunk onto her stomach and pussy.

When my orgasm subsided, I lent over and kissed her gently on the lips before climbing off the bed and putting my jeans back on. As I reached the door to her bedroom, I turned and said quietly, “Thanks, Lucy.”

I then turned to leave, but to my surprise and horror, Lucy replied, “That’s okay, John. I know you need the practice. But next time don’t come inside me…”



Brotherly Love



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Tonight will be the night baby. I can't wait. I've been wanting you for so long. Watching you, watching me. Our whole lives, night after night thinking everything, doing nothing. Well, not any more. I've been waiting for tonight for so long. Dropping stepping stones along the way, making you want me even more than I want you. 

Remember last week, when you walked in on me fucking your best friend? How did I look, baby, with his cock up my pussy his mouth on my nipples. He'd wanted to come so bad but I wouldn't let him, stopping and starting my stroking of his cock, wanting you to be there watching when my pussy would squeeze him that last time making him shoot his cum up into my. Well, your sweet 18-year-old little baby sister's hole.



Brotherly Love



I was eighteen years old but still a virgin, waiting for Mr. Right to come along. My brother Billy is two years older than me and engaged to a lovely young girl from a well to do family.

Billy and Sarah were planning to be married in September. Invitations had been sent out to the 250 guests and Sarah had invited me to be in her bridal party.

We were home alone; Mom and Dad had gone to visit old Mrs., Kershaw in the hospital.

I was laying on my bed listening to my Tragically Hip CD wearing only a tee shirt and panties. As my bedroom door was closed I felt safe.

I did not hear the door open over the sound of the music, looking up I suddenly saw my brother standing in the open door looking at me. He has a strange look in his eyes, one I had never seen before.

"What do you want Billy?" I asked extremely conscious I was only partially dressed.

Billy did not answer but walked over the bed staring at my panty-covered bum. I watched in shock as he begins to unfasten his jeans.

"What are you doing?" I asked him nervously.

"I'm going to fuck you." Billy calmly answered.

"Are you crazy, I am your sister!" I protested.

Billy disregarded what I said and continued to remove his blue jeans. Standing above me in his shorts I could see the tent his erection made in his underwear. Casually he pulled his shorts down allowing his hard cock to spring out.

I was amazed by the size of him. I had given a couple of guys hand jobs but they were only about 6", my brother's cock must have been close to 10!

With his cock waving menacingly he bent over me and rolling me onto my back he yanked my panties down my legs uncovering my mousy brown bush of tangled pubic hair.

"Nice." He said as he forced my legs apart.

"Billy, for God's sake don't do this! I am your sister!" I pleaded.

I knew it was useless to beg as he lowered himself between my open legs. 

The pain was sharp when my brother pierced my maidenhead; his cockhead spread my labia and forced its way into my cervix. 

"Oh please Billy, it hurts!" I cried out. 

He showed me no compassion, his cock sliding into me until he had completely entered my body. I was afraid to move, the pain was so intense.

Having deflowered me he began to fuck. Slowly he withdrew his cock partially only to drive it back into me. My brother was getting the "feel" of my pussy.

"Oh God Michelle, you are so tight!" he moaned as he increased the tempo of his strokes. I found myself automatically producing lubricant for his cock to rape me.

"Don't do this, it's wrong!" I uselessly pleaded one more time. I could see by the look on my brother's face he was determined to plant his seed in me. My body went limp for him to use. 

Billy's cock did not excite me; I felt nothing as he vented his lust using my womb as a receptacle for his sperm. At the moment of ejaculation he clamped his mouth over mine and attempted to force his tongue between my lips. Repulsed I struggled and shook my mouth away from his as I felt myself being inseminated.

"Well Michelle, it looks like you are pregnant!" Doc Ryan proclaimed.

I felt so humiliated lying there with my feet in the stirrups while the doctor announced I was about to be an unmarried mother.

"You should have no problem with the delivery." Ryan assured me.

What would he say if he knew the child I was carrying was my own brother's? I could tell no one, my father was in poor health and learning I was about to have an incestuous child might kill him. Our religion ruled out abortion.

"Who is the father?" my mother wanted to know.

"I don't know Mom, I got drunk at a party and some guy I don't know took advantage of me." I lied.

My family and friends ostracized me. Nobody wanted anything to do with the drunken slut who got herself knocked up. Of course I was eliminated from Sarah's bridesmaids. She couldn't have me going down the aisle with a swollen belly.

I didn't want to give Billy the satisfaction of knowing it was his baby I was carrying but by the smile on his face I knew he knew. Of all my family a friends he was the only one left I could turn to.

We were alone in my room. "I guess that's my bun in your oven?" Billy smirked.

"Well you have really fucked up my life!" I told him.

"We might as well make the best of it." Billy agreed.

"What do you mean?" I asked not imagining what he was about to suggest.

"Since you are pregnant we might as well keep on fucking!" he proposed.

I was horrified at his suggestion, "What about Sarah?" 

"She doesn't need to know it will be our secret." He offered.

I was about to tell him where to go but then I thought about his proposal.

I could hold my grudge with Billy and have no friends or I could form an alliance with him. He had already taken my virginity and impregnated me, what more could he do?

"Will you and Sarah adopt our baby?" I asked him.

"What?" he asked puzzled.

"You and Sarah adopt the baby when it is born, that's the deal!" I demanded.

"OK." He begrudgingly agreed.

This time it was me who was going to be in control. "Get undressed." I ordered as I started removing my jeans and shirt.

I was damned to hell. Here I was willingly entering an incestuous relationship with my own brother. Why had God made me attractive to my brother and put his baby inside of me? What was to be was to be.

I stood temptingly before my brother in panties and bra. I knew he still lusted for me even though he had already impregnated me; he liked fucking my tight pussy. I unfasten my bra and removed it and then slid my panties down over my hips revealing my completely naked body to him.

"Let's do it so we both enjoy it this time." I cautioned him.

He mounted and entered me much more tenderly this time. With my legs wide open and my maidenhead already breached his cock slid into me smoothly and without too much discomfort. I locked my legs around him.

"Welcome home brother!" I greeted him staring into his eyes.

I could see in his eyes that I took him to a place where Sarah was unable to take him, with his cock buried in his sister he was in that forbidden land where "nice people" did not trespass. My pelvic muscles contracted on Billy's cock.

"Oh God Sis, you feel so good!" he moaned.

"I know." I replied as I begin to gyrate my pussy grinding his meat in me.

"Oooooooooooohh!" he groaned.

This time we both fucked with passion, fueling each other's sensations. My pussy skillfully stimulated my brother's cock in me while his strokes were leading me to a well-deserved orgasm.

"Fuck me Billy, make me come!" I pleaded as I felt him unlocking my climax.

His long, powerful plunges were bringing me to the edge. "Oh yes, yes, that is what I want!" I moaned as he took control of my orgasm.

I had had orgasms before of course, induced by masturbation, but nothing like what was to crash through my body. My body begins to tremble uncontrollably as the rapture welled-up around my brother's cock. Things happened so quickly and wonderfully all I could do was grip my brother's arms and be taken to a place where the sky was a kaleidoscope of brilliant colors and my head spun as if I were in some giant centrifuge. "Oh my God!" I squealed as I took another load of my brother's sperm in me.

We continued fucking regularly even after Billy's wedding right up until it was time for me to deliver, I went to the hospital with my brother's cum in me.

True to our arrangement Billy and Sarah adopted my son. Everyone remarks on how much little Brad resembles his "uncle".



Brotherly Love



Nandu lives in Madras with his parents, his elder brother Karthik, and his sister, Minu. He is 23, eight years younger than his brother and four years younger than his sister-in-law. Karthik markets ready-made clothes. He was married five years ago. He has no children. Minu is from Mysore. She is 5'6'', fair and beautiful. She is currently the object of Nandu's fantasies. He admired her breasts and her well-shaped rear. 

Minu had to go to her parent's house at Mysore for her father's 60th birthday celebrations. Her husband was to have accompanied her, but as he had to go to Hyderabad on urgent business he asked Nandu to accompany Minu to Bangalore. Next morning Nandu went to Minu's room to fetch her. They were already late for the bus. The door was open. He tapped; there was no response, so he entered. Finding no one in the room he turned back when the bathroom door opened and Minu came out wrapped in a tiny towel. Surprised to see him she hurriedly turned to re-enter the bathroom when the towel caught the handle of the bathroom door and suddenly she was naked in front of her brother. The door of the bathroom had shut and in her confusion Minu desperately worked the handle with no effect. Nandu avoided further embarrassment by going out and closing the room door behind him. He waited for her in the drawing room. 

"Nandu," she called.

"Yes, Anni" (Elder brother's wife is Anni in the Tamil language.)

"I am not able to open the door please come and help. Close the door after you come in." Anni was clad in that same tiny towel. Nandu with some difficulty opened the bathroom door, but he managed. She went in and before closing the bathroom door turned to thank him. At that moment the ends of the towel that she was holding to cover herself slipped from her hands and for a moment she displayed total frontal nudity. In spite she managed a smile.

Nandu sat in the drawing room sweating from every pore. He was excited to see his lovely Anni naked. The sight of her bare rare as she was making desperate attempts of open the bathroom door was particularly satisfying. After some time she came with her suitcase. She looked very sexy in a dark brown coloured sari. They caught the bus just as it was moving. Nandu was agitated by what had happened. The picture of his lovely naked sister remained in his mind's eye. He did not speak to her for the first half hour. She asked him the reason, and he apologised for what happened that morning. She quite casually asked him to forget the incidence.

As they were sitting side by side, their thighs were touching. Again Nandu felt guilty that he was enjoying the touch. There were many culvert repairs on the highway and the bus had to take diversions. The bus swayed this way and that it the by pass roads and they were often thrown against each other. She did not seem to mind it at all, but Nandu was excited, and watched for the bus to roll with keen anticipation. Nandu felt that he was the wicked one for while she was able to treat him like a brother he was not able to feel that she was a sister. In the afternoon he snoozed, and Minu often appeared in his dreams sometimes with no clothes on, and sometimes with her nakedness covered with that tiny towel. Nandu thought she was more exciting with that towel on.

From Bangalore to Mysore it was night journey. They were hardly 30 miles out of Bangalore when the bus dashed against a tree. Some of the front seaters were bruised. The bus, which was also damaged, limped into the nearby town hospital. Many of those who got in at Bangalore went back to the city. The conductor said a relief bus would come early in the morning. He advised the passengers to get accommodation in a nearby hotel. It was a small town with only one hotel. The conductor came with them and arranged the few rooms for people with children. The rest of passengers had to manage in the veranda. Nandu and Minu settled in a corner of the veranda

The hotel gave them a mat. Nandu spread it out and invited Minu to lie on it. She asked him also to lie down by her side. At first he was hesitant, but he was so tired that he lay down beside her, but carefully avoided touching her. He must have slept straightaway. In the night he got up shivering. It was very cold for the month was December and Mysore was much colder than Madras. He had only a thick cotton shirt on. Bhabhi was wearing a blue sweater. She must have taken it out of the box for she was not wearing it earlier. She had also taken out a bed sheet. 

"It is cold. You are shivering. We will cover ourselves with this sheet. Come close for it is a single sheet," she said. He went closer to her but she put her arms round him and drew him closer to her till they were almost embracing. Nandu was getting a hard-on. He was not only uncomfortable but also afraid that she would feel it. He could not sleep. From the way she breathed Nandu knew she was asleep. 

He must have slept soon afterwards, but he woke up shivering from cold. The sheet was too thin to ward of the intense cold. Bhabhi woke up just then. She was also finding it too cold. She said that they have to use their bodies to keep warm or else they will fall sick with fever the next day. She removed her sweater and asked him to lie on top of her. She said it with so much authority that he lay on her face down with knees and elbows resting on the mat to reduce the weight on her. She covered his back with he sweater. She pulled the sleeves of the sweater and knotted it against her back. The sweater was covering him and he was covering his sister. She then threw the sheet over them.

By now Nandu was fully awake and his cock was rising fast. Finding his weight too much on her thighs she spread out her legs and his hard cock was on her pussy. Bhabhi was munching supari. She always had a packet tucked to her waist. The smell of the scented nuts was good. Nandu told her so. 

"You want some?" she asked. He said yes. He thought she was going to take the packet from her waist. She did not. 

"Take it," she said. He did not at first know from where he was to take it from. Then he saw a small ball of supari that she had munched to a thick paste on the tip of her tongue. He hesitated. 

"Don't feel shy. Take it," she said. When he took his open mouth close to her she protruded her tongue into his mouth. His cock at that moment must have been as hard as rock. There was no way she could not have felt it

"How is it," she asked.

"Good, but very little," he said. 

"I will give you some more," she said. She had the packet by her side. She did not give him her packet. She did something different. She took a generous quantity and put it in her mouth and munched. He waited with intense anticipation. She munched for sometime. Then she opened her mouth and said, 'Take.' This time she did not place it on her protruded tongue. He protruded his tongue into her mouth and felt the supari cud deep inside her mouth 'Get it,' she said or that is what he thought she said for she spoke with mouth open. He put his lips into her mouth and took some. He got very little. He dug in this time and got some more. Minu was giggling. 'I'll give you all,' she said. This time she protruded her tongue with all supari on it. He took it. 'You munch for sometime and give it back.' As she said this she pressed his cock with her pussy. He was mad with excitement. He also pressed her sari-covered pussy. He returned the supari, and then got it back. They played like that till there was no supari. 

He turned round to see if anyone was noticing for there were many people sleeping in the veranda. 

"Don't bother about them," said Minu. "Your shirt buttons are hurting. You slip down and place your head on my chest." As he slipped down she sat up and rearranged her sari. She then removed the folds on the sheet and lay down. 

"Now lie on me," she said. When he laid his head on her chest powerful shock passed down his spine. His cheek was on her bare breasts. She must have undone her blouse buttons and bra straps while doing up her sari. Her hands tenderly touched his cheek and then she lifted his head by the chin and something soft came between his lips. It was her tit. 

"Suck," she said. "No, not like that. Cover your teeth with your lips and bite." He did. "Harder," she said. He bit harder. "Harder," she said. He was afraid of hurting her. But he bit and she moaned. She removed that tit and placed the other one. He bit that too. As he bit she made purring sounds. "Remove your pants," she said. As he was doing so she helped him. She spread out her thighs and lifted her knees up. She then held his cock. "Fuck me," she said as she inserted his cock. He pumped and she responded. They got orgasms at the same time. She made soft noises rather like a gecko as she came. They lay on each other for a while and then she rolled to one side. He lay down beside her and they hugged each other tightly. 

The relief bus came early and they reached Mysore before lunchtime. 

Minu's relatives must have been in touch with the bus operators' office for her younger brother, who was about Nandu's age, was at the bus station to receive them. Nandu stayed for the celebrations the next day and the day after Minu and he made the journey back to Madras. 

This time there was no problem touching her. He held her hand and she held him and when she felt tired she asked him to move to the edge of the seat and curled down with head on his lap. Nandu stroked her cheek and played with her soft hair, and she squeezed his hands in response. 

After lunch in Bangalore Anni was fully awake. The bus was practically empty. Minu suggested that they move to the last seat. The last seat, unlike the others, which were two-seaters, was long, and meant for four passengers. Later in the night they could stretch by turns.

"What do you think of me, Nandu," she asked suddenly. Nandu looked bewildered. "I mean what do you think of me after what happened in that veranda?" Nandu took a while to answer.

"I feel bad. I have deceived my brother, and I have dishonoured my Anni. I am bad."

"I also feel guilty that I have been unfaithful to my husband. I'll explain Nandu. I am desperate for a baby. Doctors have tested both of us and they see no defect. I am convinced that we do not have babies because sex between my husband and me is a five-minute affair. He is all the time thinking about his business. You know when I experienced my first orgasm? On that veranda. Only if the woman has orgasms she will conceive. During orgasm the semen is sucked into the womb. I have told this to your brother but he is so immersed in his business that he has not changed. I thought and thought and finally decided that the only way I can have babies is if you father them. I convinced myself that as you are his brother it is almost as if he is the father. I then decided that I must make you desire me. The incident in the bathroom was no accident. I planned it. I read great significance to the bus dashing against the tree. It was not an accident either. It is the doing of God. He has blessed us." Nandu listened dumb struck. 

Nandu leaned in the corner and Minu rested her body on his chest. It was past eleven and the lights in the bus were put out for the passengers to snooze. 

"Nandu, I am at your disposal," said Minu. Nandu hesitated but she unbuttoned her blouse and undid her bra clasps and lay with her back resting on his chest. Instinctively Nandu cupped her breasts and Minu covered with her chest with the pallav of her sari. 

"Say sweet thing things, Nandu darling," she said.

Nandu knew how. "Darling, my precious darling, how I love kneading your soft breasts. Darling turn your head so that I can kiss your lips and taste your tongue. I want the whole tongue, not just the tip. I want to drink your saliva, give me as much as you can. It is sweet, very sweet. On that wonderful day when you placed your tit in my mouth. At first I did not know what it was, but when I did I nearly died of shock. I want to suck you my darling. I want to drink your milk before our baby does. Yes now I cannot say sweet things for I am doing delicious things, but I'll take breaks and say things to please me more than to please you. Am I biting hard enough precious? I am for you're softly moaning. Now darling sit with legs drawn up so that I can feel your pussy with my tongue. That's right. I can't take any break now Anni darling. Here goes." 

She was squatting with knees by the side of her head, and he was kneeling on the floor licking her. Soon she was lying on the seat with leg spread and her brother was fucking her. He was on the point of ejaculating when the bus slowed as if to stop. Minu held him by a powerful embrace of her legs. 'Don't stop," she said hoarsely. She had a huge orgasm with many after shocks. The bus gathered speed. It appeared as if the bus slowed down to add excitement to the lovers. They lay in each other's arms exhausted. They did not need to wash. Maybe very little escaped the sucking power of her womb. 

She had to conceive, and she did.



Brotherly Love



When my just-turned-eighteen-year-old sister June asked me to pose as her boyfriend so she could join a nudist camp, I was only too happy to oblige. I'm just two years older than June, and we've always been close. Quite frankly, I've long wanted to see what she's concealed inside her tight-fitting blouses and hip-hugging skirts and jeans. Growing up, I'd kept an eye out for any glimpse of her flesh I could catch, but she'd been careful. Except for her legs, belly, cleavage, and the undersides of her buttocks, which had revealed themselves whenever she wore a bikini, I never did catch sight of my sister's charms. I'd kept hoping she'd buy a thong, but she never did. June had always been a modest young lady.

Palm Valley Nudist Camp is located southwest of Las Vegas, in the desert hills. There's not much around other than sunshine. After passing a biker bar and winding through a small town of mostly pre-fab houses and trailers, the road ascends through rising terrain until it enters the steep canyon on the far side of which, nestled among some palms, the campsite rises out of the sands. There's no guard at a gate. There are no signs. There's just the road, angling between two sheer walls of rock. Looking up, all I could see were the sides if the cliffs and, between them, a band of azure, cloudless sky.

"We're almost there," June announced.

I wondered how a modest young lady like my sister had come to know of a place like Palm Valley Nudist Camp. Maybe she wasn't as modest as I thought, I mused. How well do we know anyone, including ourselves? I know I'd surprised myself a few times, doing something I thought I'd never do. If a person didn't know himself completely, he didn't fully know anyone else, including his sister, either. Maybe there was a wild side to June I'd never seen.

I'd never breathed a word to anyone else, especially June, but I'd had fantasies on occasion about what it would be like to kiss my sister. Not in a chaste, brotherly kind of way. Not a peck on the cheek or forehead. I dreamed of kissing her full, soft lips and sliding my tongue into her warm, liquid mouth. During my fantasies, I also clutched her full, soft breasts in my hands, squeezing their full, firm roundness in my hands. I'd also cup her buttocks, squeezing them. In my dreams, she responded, kissing me back, and she'd moan and whisper, "You're making me wet." I seldom went further, but, once or twice, she'd slipped her jeans down over her hips, along her perfect thighs, over her dimpled knees, and past he shapely calves, stepping out of them to reveal her lovely, round ass and her trim blonde bush. "Fuck me," she'd whisper. Sometimes, I'd masturbate with these thoughts--these visions--in mind, but I always felt horribly guilty afterward. After all, June was my younger sister. To make love to her might be wonderful and exciting, but it would also be incest.

The road curved as it continued to follow the terrain steeper and steeper into the hills. The cliff on the left had steadily declined until it dropped away completely, and a panoramic view of the desert below opened to our view. From this height, we could see past the small town of trailers and pre-fabs, past the biker bar, across the desert floor, and all the way to Sin City, where, against the sky, the MGM Grand, the Bellagio, the Luxor, the Paris, and the other well-known casinos along the Strip seemed to be on a perpetual parade.

At the top of the rise, the road turned sharply to the right. Another long, steep incline followed, and then we saw adobe buildings amid a park-like setting of pines and palms. Now, there was a sign, the size of a small billboard: "Palm Valley Nudist Camp," it read, with "Clothing Optional" in smaller letters.

June pulled the car to the side of the road. She gave me a warm smile. "Thanks for coming with me, Mark."

I returned her smile with a grin of my own. "Hey, what are brothers for?"

"Thanks for not asking questions, too."

"I have to admit, I am curious. I mean, you've always been so modest. I never figured you'd want to join a nudist camp."

She blushed. "I'm not all that modest, Mark."

"You could have fooled me." I paused, wondering if I should tell her about the many times I'd fantasized about seeing her nude--and about making love to her. I decided that, considering that we were a "husband" and "wife" who were about to join a nudist camp, it was all right to divulge the part about having wanted to see her naked. However, I thought it wise to keep my fantasies about making love to her to myself. Even if she wasn't as modest as I'd believed, I doubted she'd want to hear about how I'd dreamed of fucking her, especially since she was my sister. "I've often wondered what you look like--you know, naked." I swallowed, feeling stupid. It had been a mistake, I thought, to tell her about my desires to see her nude.

She blushed again, but she didn't seem angry. "You have?"

I nodded, feeling like I was the younger sibling instead of the older brother. "Lots of times," I confessed. "For years, ever since I was fourteen, I've wanted to see your breasts or your buttocks or your vagina."

She chuckled. "That's the way you think of my private parts? As breasts, buttocks, and vagina?"

"Well, no," I admitted, "not really."

She gazed directly into my eyes. Inside, I squirmed, half with unease and half with desire. June has the loveliest hazel eyes. Depending on the light, they can be any color from gold to blue. "How do you think of them?" she pressed.

I licked my lips. "Uh, maybe I shouldn't say."

She continued to look into my eyes. "Say."

I shrugged. "Tits, ass, and cunt."

She laughed again, sounding delighted. I think she was flattered. I think she also enjoyed my apparent discomfort, my embarrassment, and even my guilt. "You've wanted to see me naked since I was twelve years old?"

"I guess you think I'm a real pervert, huh?"

She laughed. "If you are, so am I," she replied. "I've wanted you to see me naked since I was ten--and I've wanted to see you naked even longer than that."

My eyes widened. "Why didn't you ever say--"

"I wasn't sure you felt the same way. I didn't want you to think your sister's some kind of a freak."

"We're both freaks, I guess."

"We're not the only freaks," June said. "Daddy used to read nudist magazines--well, I guess 'read' is the wrong word in this case."

"How do you know?"

"I used to help Mom clean the house, remember? Daddy kept them in his dresser--in his underwear drawer. These magazines weren't full of pictures of naked women only. There were photos of men and kids, too--teenagers and younger children. They were nudist families."

I nodded. "I know. I 'read' several of Dad's magazines, too."

June smiled. "It seems we've both been keeping secrets, brother dearest."

I smiled, too. "It seems so."

"That's what turned me on about seeing you naked, Mark. I saw those young boys in those magazines, with their sisters and their parents, all naked, and I wondered what my brother looked like without his clothes on."

"I wondered the same about you."

"Is our interest in each other environmental or genetic?" June quipped.

My smile broadened into a grin. "Does it matter?"

She squeezed my hand across the console separating our seats. "No," she agreed, "it doesn't."

I thought about telling her of my other fantasies, the ones about fucking her. No. She hadn't indicated that she'd ever thought of me that way. She'd admitted only to having wanted to see me naked. We were both about to get our wishes when it came to that. I'd better leave well enough alone and be glad I was going to get to see June's tits, ass, and cunt after all these years. Thankfully, although I'd waited nine long years to see my sister naked, she was, at eighteen, in the prime of her womanhood, and she was more gorgeous than ever. It would be fantastic to see her nude.

Just before she drove back onto the road and entered the Palm Valley Nudist Camp, she gave my hand another squeeze and said, "Don't forget. We're not brother and sister; we're married."

I couldn't help myself. "I don't remember a honeymoon," I quipped.

Within minutes of our arrival at the camp, June and I were naked.

I guess both June and I knew, in general, what to expect as members of a nudist camp, because we'd seen plenty of pictures of them in Dad's 1950's and 1960's black-and-white magazine photos. Often against a backdrop of mountains or meadows, nude men, women, and children ate picnics together; swam together; played badminton, volleyball, croquet, or tennis together; hiked nature trails together; went boating or canoeing together; fished together; attended birthday or other parties together; or did other, mostly outdoor, activities together. There seemed to be a lot of togetherness among nudists. It was intriguing to see a naked father and mother with their naked daughters and sons, going about their business as if being naked were the most natural thing in the world. Maybe it is at that, but, because of socialization, it seems unnatural, even immoral. It also seemed to be the epitome of freedom. Not wearing clothes in public, indoors or out--well, it was hard to imagine what could be freer.

Knowing something of what nudism is like--or was like (Dad's magazines are more than forty or fifty years old, after all)--helped, but, I have to be honest, being completely naked in front of strangers of both genders and all ages (as well as my sister!) was both disquieting and titillating. The feel of the sun and the breeze everywhere on my bare flesh--in places I've never before felt either the sun or the wind--was exhilarating. Being seen without a stitch on by men, women, boys, and girls who were also naked was also exciting. Most thrilling of all was being naked in front of my sister and, of course, seeing June naked in front of me. I was afraid I might get an erection, but I needn't have been worried. Although I was excited by June's nudity, my own, and that of complete strangers, I was also too embarrassed to get a hard-on. My penis remained flaccid.

Most of my attention was on June. I'd longed to see her undressed. For years, I'd tried to imagine the sight I was now beholding, tried to picture the size and shape and slope of her creamy white breasts, tried to envision the concave scoop of her tummy, tried to visualize her pubes--the color, whether they were straight or curly or wavy--tried to imagine the contours and color of her round bottom. I'd even tried to picture her labia. How long were they, and how thick? Were they cushioned with baby fat or were they lean? Was the inside of my sister's pussy as dark pink and juicy as the cunts of the girls I'd sampled in my youth? Now, with her actually naked before me, I had the answers to all these questions; I had no need to imagine; her body was revealed to me, in all its majesty and loveliness. My sister was gorgeous. She was much more beautiful than I had ever imagined. She surpassed the beauty of even the loveliest teens I'd seen in the pages of Dad's nudie mags and the teens I'd made out with in my high school days.

June caught me staring. "Mark," June hissed, "we're married, remember? As my 'husband,' you'd have seen me this way before, lots of times."

"Sorry," I said, averting my eyes. Whispering, I said, "You're gorgeous, sis!"

She smiled, whispering back, "You're not too hard on the eyes yourself."

After June's reminder that we were supposedly a married couple who, as such, would have seen each other naked hundreds of times before now, I managed not to ogle her. However, I couldn't take my eyes off her entirely. I continually peeked at her from the corners of my eyes, pausing, occasionally, to glance at her breasts, her pubes, or her ass.

I look her hand in mine.

She gave my hand a friendly squeeze, and I squeezed back.

It was nice being 'married' to my sister, I decided.

Within an hour, nudity--ours and everyone else's--became routine. Seeing so much bare flesh took the novelty and the shock away. We began to take nudity for granted. Of course, I still glanced at women's and girls' tits and asses and pubes, and, yes, I checked out men's and boys' cocks, balls, and asses. June, I noticed, did the same, although in reverse, giving the men and boys more than a cursory look and merely peeking the bodies of the women and girls.

Most of the time, though, I stole furtive looks at my sister's beautiful nakedness. It alone continued to enthrall and seduce me. Memories of my fantasies popped into my mind like snapshots--my mouth on hers, my hand on her breast, my hand caressing her hip, my hand cupping her buttock, my finger trailing the cleft between her labia, my cock penetrating her cunt or ass. I had to dismiss these stray, random memories, because they were making my prick stiffen and swell, and I didn't want to walk around a nudist camp with an erection pointed at my navel.

June stole sidelong glances of my genitals and ass, too, from time to time, usually indicating her admiration of my assets with a brief smile. I wondered if she felt moist between her thighs. I wondered if she'd ever harbored forbidden thoughts similar to mine. Had June wanted her brother as a lover, the way that I'd wanted her, my sister, as a bedmate?

During the mornings, the camp was open to its guests, and we could go wherever we pleased and do whatever we liked. June and I decided simply to wander the campsite, meeting our fellow nudists, getting to know the lay of the land, and acquainting ourselves with the various activities that were available to members. In the process, June introduced me as her husband. Each time, I felt a stir in my prick or a prickling in my balls. I had to think of algebra or chemistry or physics to prevent my cock from stiffening. I found a lot of unknown numbers, worked a lot of chemical formulae, and solved a lot of physical problems that morning, managing, despite the almost continuous stimulation of being naked, of seeing my sister and others of both genders and all ages nude, and of posing as June's husband, to remain flaccid. For the first time in my life, I was thankful for math and science. Getting hard in front of strangers or, especially, my sister, would have been mortifying--for both June and me.

In our travels throughout the campsite, we saw men and women tossing Frisbees; boys and girls running after one another, playing tag, as they shrieked with joy; children swimming; teenage girls sunbathing; adolescent boys flying kites; families strolling nature trails or picnicking by the lake; and other couples, young and old and, presumably, married, chatting beside the pool as youths dove and swam, breasts bouncing and cocks and balls jiggling and swaying before them.

June and I held hands all morning, which made me feel even more erotically charged toward her. "Well?" I asked after we'd reconnoitered the campsite, "what do you think of Palm Valley Nudist Camp?"

"It's everything I expected," she replied. "It's everything I wanted." She looked at me. "What about you, Mark? What do you think of it?"

"It's like the Garden of Eden," I replied.

June smiled.

"I'm still wondering what made you want to be a nudist, though," I prompted.

"Let's take a dip."

She wasn't taking the not-so-subtle hint. Oh, well, I told myself, who cared? My beautiful sister was naked; I'd seen her the way I'd only been able, before now, to imagine her, and she exceeded my imagination's poor powers to depict her. I was glad simply to bask in her naked glory. Why she wanted to walk around in front of me and strangers without any clothes was unimportant.

"Okay, let's," I agreed.

We ambled among the palms, the beds of bright flowers, and the rock gardens, past the tennis courts, and through the male and female bathhouses, to the campsite's huge swimming pool. It was late morning, but the pool was heavily populated only in the shallow end, where naked kids screamed and hollered, dunking one another, tossing Frisbees, or playing tag. The deep end was unoccupied except for an occasional diver who, having taken the plunge from the low or the high diving board, swam to the pool's edge and climbed the three-rung ladder to the deck, as unconcerned at displaying his or her nudity as June and I had become in exhibiting ours.

June climbed the short ladder to the low board, which jutted out over the surface of the pool at a height of six feet. I watched her, of course, delighting in her loveliness. Her breasts were full, high, and round, and her nipples were erect in the centers of their puffy areolas. Unfortunately, it wasn't I who'd stiffened and swelled her nipples, but the breeze that fanned us and the cool shade cast by intermittent trees, walls, and other such objects. June's stomach wasn't merely firm and tight; it was slightly concave. Her hips were boyish, but nicely rounded, and her buttocks were sleek, firm, and curved to perfection. Her legs were smooth, shapely, and long. A trim blonde bush decorated her pubic area, hiding the cleft of her sex. Her flesh was creamy, but a day in the sun would impart a nice tan to her tight, supple skin. I looked away, knowing that I would get hard if I continued to admire my sister's body. She was more beautiful than all but the most gorgeous of her sex, and she was the equal of any, including actresses and models who earned millions of dollars a year for maintaining their fabulous, sexy shapes.

She took a few light steps forward before sprinting to the end of the board. She leaped, came down hard on the very end, and was catapulted into the air, a naked, wingless angel against the azure sky. Her legs together, she bent forward at the hips, with her arms down, palms together, forming of her hands a wedge with which to split the surface of the water. Her ass was a cleft moon, beautiful and perfect. Then, her legs extended; a moment later, she cleaved the water, creating a graceful splash, and was lost to sight beneath the surface except as a blurred outline streaking downward.

A moment later, she surfaced, her hair wet and water streaming down her lovely face. She blinked, grinned at me, and said, "Come on in, honey; the water's fine."

Honey! Coming from her, how delicious that word sounded! Even though I knew that my pretending to be her husband was just that--a pretense--being called "honey" by my sister was wonderful! "I'll be right there, sweetheart," I called back.

I decided that, to impress June, I'd forego the low for the high board. Buttocks tightening and relaxing, balls jiggling, and penis swaying, I climbed the ladder and strutted onto the board, which overhung the surface of the water at a height of eighteen feet. I gulped. I hadn't realized that the board was this high. Well, I told myself, I couldn't turn back now. What would my sister think of her brother if he turned tail and clamored down the ladder after he'd strutted so arrogantly onto the board? She'd think him a pussy. I wasn't about to let that happen, even if I killed myself in the dive from the high board. I took deep breaths, studied the length of the board, and estimated when and where I should bounce my weight to get the best height I could out of the board.

As I stood there, another feeling came over me. I felt self-conscious again. After having gotten used to being nude in front of strangers (and my sister), I felt as if I were on display. All eyes--in my imagination, at least--were on me, ogling my bare backside, my exposed chest, and, most of all, my uncovered cock and balls. Then, I smiled, thinking that June, too, was seeing me naked against the sky, my broad shoulders, deep chest, six-pack abs, thick thighs, bulging calves, and manly genitals on full view. It didn't matter about the others, I thought. All that counted was what my sister saw of me, which was just what I'd seen of her--everything.




Brotherly Love



Cal felt the urgent need to pee 15 minutes before he reached home, and he willed himself to hold it until then. He had learned at an early age that he had the ability to control his body with his mind, and it had come in quite handy at times. Now, instead of squeezing to keep from releasing the pressure building up in his bladder, he slowly 'talked himself down' until the need no longer dominated his thinking, but just stayed ever present in the back of his mind.

Upon arriving home he walked deliberately into the little two-bedroom home he had shared with his mother and two sisters since his father deserted them 11 years earlier, not rushing but willing his body to wait until the proper time to find relief in release. He shouldn't have drunk that last 32-ounce Pepsi while waiting for his shift to run out.

As he approached the bathroom, he heard the steady beat of the shower, and knew his older sister, Lydia, must be getting ready for a date. As was the custom in the household – which had only one bathroom to be shared by the four adults – he knocked twice on the door and waited for his sister's lilting voice to call out, "It's okay, come on in." 

He entered the room to see Lydia's face framed in wet curls sticking out from behind the shower curtain. 

"I've got to pee in the worst way," he explained, heading for the commode.

"Help yourself," his sister giggled as she ducked back behind the curtain, "Just don't splash any on me!" He smiled as he stepped to the commode. What a wonderful relationship he, his sisters and their mother had. Body functions were body functions, and carried no sexual connotation whatsoever.

As he finished urinating, he looked down at his penis. It wasn't large or small, just normal. He hadn't been circumcised as a baby so he had to pull back the outer sheath of foreskin each time before urinating so there would be no chance for deposits of the discharge getting under the folds and causing infection. His mother had patiently emphasized that with him as a child, and he had always been careful to pay attention as he grew up. "After all," she had said, "you may want to keep this monster around with you as you grow up and you don't want it to shrivel up and fall off!" It still didn't look like a monster, but he knew that it sometimes tried to control him like one.

He flicked the last few drops of urine off the end of his penis into the bowl, then waited patiently for a couple of seconds until the final 'wave' came, dribbling off the end of his dick into the bowl. He flicked once more and then began to put the 'monster' away.

"Do you always do it that way?" he heard his sister's voice at his elbow, and looked up in surprise to see her watching him from around the end of the shower curtain, a mischievously wicked smile on her face. He knew that smile, and that she was just playing with him.

"Well, we always say in the locker room, 'It don't matter how much you shake and dance, the last few drops are in your pants,'" Cal said, laughing slightly.

"Save that locker room talk for your buddies and get out of my way, I need to dry off," she said, smiling lovingly at him. He moved aside and she slid out of the shower stall, wrapped a towel around her still-wet body and headed for the door. "Come on, let's talk," she said casually and he knew he was in for one of those wonderful sessions when she would leisurely dry off and get dressed in front of him, allowing him to admire her youthful body, unashamedly posing in provocative postures for him on occasion and then laughing as he let his tongue hang out and bugged his eyes.

They had a relationship that even their mother was totally unaware of, which spanned the last four years. Cal thought back over the events of time that had brought him and his now stark-naked sister to this point.

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Their father had turned into an abusive drunk by the time their younger sister, Tricia, was born. He did not focus his abuse on the children, though, but on his faithful, loving wife, who tried her best to meet his every need while raising the three children.

Lydia was eight, Cal seven and Tricia two when he decided he no longer wanted them as a family.

Cal and Lydia had come out of their bedroom one morning – all three children shared the same bedroom and double bed, since there was no where else to sleep in the small house – to see their mother crying silently as she tried to glue back together several large pieces of her mother's antique pitcher which lay broken on the table in front of her. She hugged the two children, kissed them and watched them walk out to the bus stop before returning to her heart-breaking task.

The children had lain in bed hugging each other the night before as the angry words erupted from their father's lips, to be answered by the pleading voice of their wonderfully soft, warm and loving mother. Finally there was the sound of things breaking and of their mother's weeping. They looked at each other with eyes filled with despair as they waited for the bus.

That afternoon when they arrived home, their father was filling the family car with personal belongings. Their mother was no where to be seen – she had taken Tricia for a walk to the park to avoid what might have been a violent farewell. Lydia took one look at her father and then went to the children's bedroom, closing the door behind her. Cal just sat on the front porch steps and watched his father with cautious eyes. When the man was finished, he approached the child, trying to be friendly and fatherly. 

"I've had enough of this shit," he said, spitting into the grass at his feet. "I'm getting the hell out of here." The boy just watched him, no emotion showing in his carefully guarded eyes. "Maybe someday I'll drop by and show you how to throw that football you got for Christmas." The child still did not reply, either by word or gesture.

The man spat into the grass once more.

"You kids are just like her," he said, turning to walk toward the car. "Gutless. The least you could do is fight," he threw back over his shoulder. The child smiled slightly at the remark. His mother had taught him the year before – when he had entered battle with another child in kindergarten who had tried to bully him – that there is more than one way of fighting. Sometimes silence and indifference were more powerful than physical violence. He did not totally understand all that was involved, but believed inside that he had just won an important battle for his family – for which he was now the 'man of the house.'

As the children grew up, and Lydia began to develop physically, they all worked together one summer to complete a small room in the attic for Cal to use so the two girls could have some degree of 'girl privacy' in their room. 

The family was very close and their mother had no sexual hang-ups, so the children grew up accepting each other's body differences, without making it a major issue. Jackie, their mother, had talked with each of them individually about "the birds and the bees," and they had always felt free to bring troubling questions to her when they heard certain things at school. 

Cal was accustomed to seeing his mother and sisters in their underwear, although his mother always wore at least a half-slip on the bottom. The girls had always felt free to run around in their panties and, then, when they began to develop, in their panties and bra. He had heard the other boys talk in their special "sex sessions" outside of the listening ears of adults about seeing their mothers, sisters or other members of the opposite sex in their underwear and had wondered what was the big deal. He saw that all the time and it didn't seem to matter to him or them. But he kept these thoughts to himself, grateful for his relationship with his mother and sisters and not wanting to become like the other boys.

As he and Lydia grew older, one of his favorite times with her was when they would come home from junior high – and later, high school – and talk about things while they changed out of their school clothes into their work clothes. Lydia never stripped completely, but watching her strip down to her underwear and then getting dressed again – all the while talking to him about who in her class had a new boyfriend or girlfriend, schoolwork, cheerleading, band, etc. – was a special pleasure for him. He did not analyze why, just enjoyed each moment for itself.

That changed, however, one fall week in his freshman year. Lydia had developed into a very attractive sophomore and was on the cheerleading squad and in the marching band as a twirler.

One school day after a particularly tough football practice, Cal was in the locker room getting dressed after his shower when he heard his sister's name mentioned several lockers away. As he listened, he realized it was one of the seniors, Jack Perkle, a star running back and fairly good linebacker, who was doing the speaking.

"Ain't no sense in taking that Lydia Benton out, she won't do anything, and I don't think it's because she's a virgin, either, I think she is getting poked regularly by that old man she works for down at the grocery store," Perkle said with a sneer in his voice. "Or maybe it's that English teacher, Radley, he seems to get a hard-on every time she gets around him, maybe he is getting into her sweet little whore-ass when she works for him in free period."

Cal saw the sideways glances being thrown his way by other players who could not help but hear the remarks, and decided that more was needed today than just silence and indifference. He pulled his polo shirt over his head and walked slowly toward the older boy's locker, checking out the situation as he did.

Perkle was sitting in his jockey shorts, looking straight at Cal as he approached, a disdainful smirk on his lips. Several of the other older students had gathered around him to get in on the conversation, but moved back some as Cal approached.

Cal was only 5'7" to Perkle's 6"1" and the older boy outweighed him 180 to 125, but Cal had developed a reputation during practices and the first couple of junior varsity games that he had started as strong safety. He had learned the art of hitting hard. Keep your body relaxed until the point of impact. If you were tense at impact, it would jar you as much as it did the one being hit; but if you were relaxed, focusing all of your power at the point of impact and not spread over your whole body, you could deliver a blow that almost entirely transferred all force to the one being hit.

Every person on the team, including Perkle, had been tackled hard by Cal in practice and they notably avoided contact with him whenever they could without drawing the coaches' ire. The coaches themselves had noted the youngster's ability to deliver punishment on the football field and had told him he would probably be moved up to varsity before the end of the season and playoffs – if for no other reason than to give him experience for his last three years of competition.

Despite Perkle's bravado, Cal saw just a hint of uncertainty in the older boy's eye just before he delivered a blow to Perkle's midsection that whooshed all the air out of his lungs and drove him back against his locker. Perkle recovered quickly and went for Cal's face, while the younger boy delivered several more body blows. He was just getting ready to finish the senior off with another one-two to the ribcage when he felt one of the coaches' hands pulling him away. He did not resist, but just stood back, breathing heavily.

Perkle was on his knees leaning over and clutching his midsection, his face distorted in pain – and shame. Cal had a cut above his eye that was bleeding down the side of his face, and his upper lip was broken and bleeding in one corner.

When the head coach got to the scene, he took one look at his star running back and then focused on the slight freshman in front of him.

"That's it, Benton, you're out of here," he said. "We don't allow fighting with your teammates." Cal gave no reply, just shrugged and moved back to his locker where he gathered his uniforms, pads and cleats. He paused briefly at the coaches' office where the three adults were gathered around their running back, concerned looks on their faces. The head coach looked up briefly and caught Cal's eye. He had evidently already heard the story from the other boys and was wondering whether he should rethink his action: Cal have him no opportunity to do so, but just plunked the equipment in the office door and walked away – silent and indifferent.

He would not play football again until his senior year, under a different set of coaches. Then, at 5'10" and 155 pounds, the slightly built wide receiver and free safety made all-conference, all-district and honorable mention all-state.

Two days after the fight Cal was lying on his bed reading Washington Irving's "The Spy," which he had chosen for an American Literature assignment, when Lydia climbed the narrow stairs to his room. She sat on the side of his bed and ran her fingers through his hair – something they both seemed to enjoy – just looking into his eyes.

"Come talk to me, Brother," she said, "while I get ready for the game tonight." He followed her to her bedroom where she undressed, stripping entirely naked in front of him for the first time ever. He then followed her to the bathroom and sat on the commode talking about school and things in general as she bathed. Back in her room, she silently handed him the towel and stood quietly while he lovingly and admiringly dried her body.

He sat on the edge of her bed as he always did when they were together like this, but she did not get dressed as usual, but sat down beside him, taking his hand in hers and holding it in her lap.

"I heard this morning that Jack Perkle is out for the season with a couple of broken ribs, and that you gave them to him because he was saying ugly, nasty things about me," she said quietly, searching his eyes. Cal nodded, returning her look of loving wonder – hers at his gallant deed, his at her wonderful body and nearness.

"I don't think he will do that again," Cal said smiling at the beautiful woman in front of him that his sister had become.

"He was such a creep on that date," she said. "I wanted in the worst way to call it off and get home as fast as possible . . . he was so strong and wouldn't take 'No!' for an answer."

"Do you want me to speak to him again about the way he treated you?" Cal asked seriously. "I didn't know about that."

Her smile was instantaneous and warm. "I don't think so Cal," she said stroking the side of his face. "We want to let him live long enough to graduate." They smiled together at her jest.

Her finger moved up to his forehead and traced the two-inch scab that was just starting to heal, and then dropped to his still puffy lip. 

"So these didn't come from a football collision like you told Mom?" She asked teasingly.

"It was a football collision, just not on the field," he replied dryly, breaking out into a grim as his naked sister wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a warm, tight hug.

"Thank you, Cal, you are truly my knight in shining armor, and all the girls on the cheerleading squad are jealous that I have a brother like you." She paused then for a minute, holding him at arms' length. "And they would all also like me to fix them up with you," she added, watching for his reaction. 

He thought about the idea for just a second and then shook his head. "I need to spend my time on schoolwork and my job. We need the money around here." She nodded, understanding his desire to help out with household finances, something she was also doing with her part-time job at the little mom-and-pop grocery store a couple of blocks down the street.

"Have you ever seen a girl naked before, Cal?" she asked inquisitively.

He looked at her body closely, drinking in every detail before replying. "You're not a girl, Lydia, you are a woman. Tricia is a girl. And the answer is "No!" and I am glad you were the first I got to see. You are beautiful."

She luxuriated in his innocently hungry gaze. "Would you like to touch me?"

He looked into her eyes questioningly and saw only the same love he had always seen, maybe just a little deeper and more adventurous this time. 

"Would it be okay?"

"I would like you to," she said laying back on her bed and stretching her arms up to the headboard before circling them like a halo around her hair.

Cal then began to explore her body with the soft touch of his fingertips, his eyes filled with wonder and awe. He ran his fingers along her hairline, softly across the closed lids and lashes of her eyes, and back and forth over her warm lips. He covered every inch of her body, gently and lovingly, stopping to spend extra time on her firm breasts and sensitive nipples which had puffed up into dark, soft cones at his first touch.

When he reached her upper thighs she opened them completely and let him explore her vaginal area, coming back several times to run his fingers through the triangle of hair just above her slit.

At his pull on her hip she rolled over and he explored her back, from the nape of her neck to the soles of her feet, coming back one last time to gently spread her cheeks and rim her tight asshole.

Finally he was finished and leaned over to softly kiss each cheek before rolling her back over and laying down beside her. The siblings looked deep into each other's eyes and knew as they looked that someday they would make love in an even more intimate way, but what they had was enough for today.

Lydia rose and pulled on her cheerleading uniform, enjoying his eyes on her as she carefully situated the skin-tight bloomers to cover her pubic area and settled her breasts into place in the matching sports bra.

"Would you come and watch me tonight?" she asked. He shook his head.

"I don't think I want to be at the game," he said. "But when basketball season starts I plan on being there in the stands to watch your every move." She smiled her thanks, basking in his love. When he fulfilled his promise, she came away from every game that season totally wet and warm inside.

In the summer after Lydia's junior year a particularly violent storm blew through in the middle of the night. Tricia left the girls' bed, running to her mother's bedroom, climbing into bed with her source of protection, hugging her body to her mother's.

Lydia did the same thing, but it was not her mother she ended up hugging. It was a very surprised – and very grateful – Cal. 

As the storm passed, Lydia turned from her spooning position to face her brother. She had felt him grow hard against her as he pulled her to himself, comforting her as the wind ripped limbs from the nearby trees and made the house shudder as if it would fall apart.

With the storm subsiding he thought she would return to her own bed. Instead, she sat up, leaned forward and, taking his rock-hard penis from his shorts, began to methodically stroke her hand along its length, squeezing gently as she came to the head, which had escaped its protective foreskin and had swelled round and purplish in her hand.

After a few strokes he pulled at her legs and she obligingly repositioned herself so he could begin to touch her as well, finding her wetness with gently probing fingers and spreading it along her slit until he had unveiled her clitoris and was gently running circles around it and occasional strokes over it as if he had been doing it all his life.

Lydia was the first to yield to even more primal instincts, leaning forward to enclose the head of his penis with her mouth, slowing taking in as much as she could before pulling back with all the sucking force she could muster with her tongue and cheek muscles.

Cal followed her lead, burying his face between her legs, reveling in the smell and taste of her as he found her clit with his tongue and began making love to it with both finger and tongue.




Brotherly Love



Lydia came first, thrusting her pelvis to his mouth and shuddering to a climax. He let her come and then touched her gently a few more times, eliciting a few last gasps and mini-climaxes before she totally relaxed.

Cal came just a minute or two later, and Lydia took everything he had in her mouth, feeling its texture and taste on her tongue before swallowing it. The few drops that had escaped out her lips were gathered on her finger, which she sucked noisily while Cal watched. 

The two shared deep, loving looks and then smiled, before Lydia rose, planted one last warm kiss on his lips and then headed back to her bedroom; not noticing her mother as she ducked back into a dark closet until her daughter had passed. Jackie stood quietly in the hallway for a few more minutes until she heard the regular, deep breathing of three children. She knew what she had seen, and was not sure how to handle it, finally going back to bed and drifting off to sleep with the vision of two young people giving each other passionate oral pleasure.

The next morning at breakfast Jackie was still unsure of what to do, if anything. Finally, the two women locked eyes and Lydia realized her mother must have seen her and Cal the night before. She smiled tentatively, looking into her mother's eyes for disapproval, but found none, only a look of slight confusion. Then Jackie walked around behind her oldest daughter and began to run her fingers through the luxurious, red hair, working it into a French braid. Lydia knew everything was right between them. The two women watched Cal tease his younger sister and love swept across the room. 

"That was a bad storm last night," Jackie said lightly, still braiding her daughter's hair. "But it is much easier to get through things like that with a real man of the house around."

Cal looked at her and then his two sisters and rose, encircling his mother's waist from behind and pulling her close to him. He kissed her on her upraised cheek and hugged her again. The two girls joined the hug, each wrapping one arm around their brother and the other around their mother. The four stood for several quietly powerful minutes, sharing their mutual love before breaking up in a free-for-all tickling match.

Three more times in the coming year Cal and Lydia found the right time to share pleasure with each other orally – the last being the night before Lydia left for college. 

Now, she was back, enjoying her Christmas break at home and getting ready for a night out with some old girlfriends.

Cal looked at the body which had brought him so much pleasure and was grateful to this beautiful woman for her love. He told her so, and she blushed.

"Tomorrow night is your night, Buster," she said, kissing him gently on the lips, and you get to call all the shots . . . unless you run out of bullets, and then I will start playing general."

He hugged her as she prepared to leave for the evening. 

"I will look forward to it, and may plan something special."

"It will already be special," she said with that mischievous smile, "but I am game for anything new."

The next evening Cal and Lydia picked up Cal's friend, Jake, and headed for the city for a night of food and fun. At his request she had worn a simple cardigan sweater with a modest V neckline and no bra underneath. Under it she wore a pair of tight stretch pants over a thong, showing her smooth round ass cheeks through the material for all to see.

They began at a busy pool hall which had a couples' room for guys who wanted to bring their girls and didn't want them subjected to being 'hit on' by the mostly male patrons.

As they played, the two young men, and several other men in the room, regularly had clear views of Lydia's round breasts and hard conical nipples as she leaned over for various shots. From behind, her smooth round cheeks under the stretch material were as inviting as if she were nude.

They then went to dinner and talked about college and various things as the two young men feasted their eyes on the girl's hard nipples poking out under the soft sweater.

After dinner they took in a movie. Lydia sat between them and, somewhere near the middle of the movie, in the darkness of the theatre, Cal slid his hand up under her sweater alternately caressing her breast and then playing with the nipple. Lydia never flinched, but just sat back and enjoyed the feeling. As the climax of the movie approached, Cal's slid his hand down to her vagina. As she cautiously spread her legs wider, he felt her heat and wetness seeping through the tight pants. The two young people were highly excited by the time they started home in Cal's pickup, with Lydia perched in the middle between the two friends.

"Do you want to take a shower," Cal asked as he let them into the darkened house. Jackie and Teresa had left for St. Louis that afternoon for some Christmas shopping, and were scheduled to stay over in a motel before more shopping and the trip home the next day.

"No, I just want to go to bed with you," Lydia said, giving Cal a long, warm kiss, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. The young man smiled, picked his sister up as if she was weightless and climbed the stairs to his bedroom. 

They quickly stripped out of their clothes and settled into the 69 position which they each loved so much. In just a matter of minutes each of the young couple had climaxed noisily, and they lay gasping and giggling on the bed side by side, still stroking each other's body with their hands and eyes. Finally they calmed, and Lydia cuddled up to her younger brother.

"Make love to me, Cal, all the way," she pleaded quietly, her eyes bright with desire. "Please?"

He looked at her closely and saw nothing in her eyes but love and desire. He wondered how many guys she had been with either in college or her last couple of years of high school. She had never brought up the subject, and he had respected her privacy by not asking. Thus, since they had never had that conversation, she could not possibly know that he was still a virgin – having found no young ladies that could compare with his sister.

"Please?"

He yielded then, to her lust and his, raising himself on one elbow as slowly and deliberately began caressing her body, bringing it awake again to passion and the hope of things to come. Their foreplay was extended, with each exploring the other's body delicately but insistently. For the first time in their relationship they traded finger penetration of the anus, and enjoyed it tremendously.

Cal finally felt his hard-on reach performance level and he raised himself over his sister's wonderful body, sliding up between the legs she gratefully opened fully, pulling her knees up high so he could both look and enter easily.

He placed the head of his penis against her outer lips, sliding it up and down, pushing it gently against the clit every time it came to the top of her slit. She laid her head back and closed her eyes, pleasure written across her face as he continued.

When he pushed the head between the outer lips the first time she opened her eyes and looked longingly into his own as he pushed forward a little and then withdrew. The partial entry foreplay went on for a minute or two until she began to lift her pelvis to meet him. He pushed farther into her and was suddenly surprised when he came against the tightly stretched hymen which protected her vagina from entry.

His eyes widened, then, as he looked into her own. She was dreamily watching him, the wisp if a smile on her lips.

"I saved myself for you," she said softly. "I didn't want some jerk just tearing me open, hurting me, and then discarding me like a rubber doll. I wanted the first time to be with someone I truly loved . . . and you were the only candidate."

He smiled, loving her with his eyes. "It's my first, too," he confessed.

"I hoped it would be this way," she said softly. "I love you so much, Brother. Please take me, now, I am dying to have you all the way inside me."

He slid back inside her, coming to the fragile roadblock, and began pushing gently. Lydia pushed back from her side and the two let out a concerted sigh as the stretching membrane broke and Cal's penis buried itself in Lydia's vagina. They did not start up right away, but lay together, looking lovingly into each other's eyes. At last, Cal began to move again and Lydia responded with several low moans. As the tempo increased the moans increased in rhythm, but not in volume.

As he came inside her, Cal let out a gasp, and shuddered to a stop above her; her own orgasm came almost simultaneously and he watch her delicate breasts quiver with the release of pent-up energy. Then the two lay in each other's arms, alternately kissing and then dozing, only to awaken and kiss again. During one awakening, Cal realized he had slipped out of his sister and the two laughed at how weak and helpless his 'monster' now looked. 

They took a shower together, then, washing each other lovingly, before returning to the bed and making fast, powerful and loud sex until, together, they both fell exhausted.

The next morning Cal awakened to an empty bed. He heard Lydia downstairs in the kitchen and went to the bathroom. She had already bathed, so he did likewise.

When he came downstairs she had breakfast ready. She stood beside the table, naked, and smiled at him as he entered the room. Then she moved to meet him and the two siblings embraced, making love with their tongues.

After breakfast they made love again, on the living room floor, taking more than an hour before coming to mutual climaxes.

As they lay side-by-side, basking in the pleasure of the moment, Lydia rolled over, looking at her brother.

"I don't know whether this will sound attractive to you or not," she said, watching his eyes with a cloud of doubt in hers. "But I would like to make a pact with you that either one of us can initiate love-making when we get horny or just want to have some fun; and that we do not have sex with anyone else until one of us is ready to get married."

Cal was quiet as the considered the proposal. She didn't know it, but it would be easier for him than her, because he had already determined there would be no one other than his sister – maybe for the rest of his life, but at least until he found a wife. He nodded.

Lydia smiled, rolling on top of him and kissing him on the lips. "I love you Brother."

He laughed up into her face with his eyes and returned the kiss. "I love you, Sis."

"Good," she said. "Now that is settled, I want to be on top this time and let you look." He nodded again, smiling at her enthusiasm.

"Ride 'em, cowgirl," he said gently as she inserted his penis between her warm, moist lips. They looked each other in the eye, loving each other as she sank down on his shaft.

"Thank you, cowboy," she whispered in his ear as she leaned forward, letting her nipples brush against his chest. "You are my hero!"



Brotherly Love



My name is Joni. My younger brother Jim and I were always very close to each other. He used to be very naughty when he was a little kid, and always got in trouble with mom and dad. I used to try and protect him often because sometimes dad would get real upset, and smack him when he did some mischief. Every time he got a beating, Jim would come to me and cry, and beg me to let him sleep with me that night. So as we grew older, we became very close and are the best of buddies even today. Jim tells me all the time that he has the best sister in the world, and he brags about me to all his friends.

Well, this story is about what happened five years ago. Jim was in college, and lived in a one-bedroom apartment just off the campus. He was 20 at the time, and I was 23. I work for a software company, and they sent me to a seminar, which happened to be at the University where Jim was studying. So I decided to go and stay with him for the two days. He was ecstatic about it because we had not seen each other in two years since he went to college. I had visited him once when he first went to college, and he had given me a key to the apartment, so I was all set.

I arrived at the apartment about 7 PM, and got in using the key. I heard the sound of the shower running, and Jim humming to himself. I dropped my stuff on the sofa, and went to the kitchen, to get something to drink. I was standing by the kitchen window looking out, with a can of soda in my hand, when I heard his footsteps behind me. I turned around. He was vigorously scrubbing his head with the towel, which covered his face, and so he didn't see me. He was completely naked. I gasped, and that startled him. He pulled the towel off his head and looked at me in surprise.

"Oh, Hi Jon. When did you get in?" He always called me Jon.

"Just now," I replied, looking at the gorgeous cock dangling between his legs. It was long, and even in the soft condition, it looked beautiful. Jim realized he was naked, and quickly covered himself with the towel.

"Don't I get a hug, Jim?" I asked.

"Oh. Yeah, sure. Of course. Let me get dressed first. You caught me by surprise."

"That's okay, Jim. I don't mind you hugging me like this." I stepped closer to him, and hugged him. He put his arms around me and gave me his typical bear hug, the way he used to when he was little. The towel dropped to the floor. I could feel his cock pressing against my leg. I hugged him back, and kissed him on the lips. Then I patted him on the rump, and pushed back, holding him at arm's length to take a good look at him.

"You sure have grown up, Jim. You look great."

Jim blushed, and said, "Thanks, Jon. You look good, too. Now can I go and put something on? I feel awkward standing like this in front of you."

"If you insist. But I don't mind you walking around naked," I said, looking at his cock, "You are in great shape, Jim. Do you work out?"

"Yeah, whenever I have time. Where's all your stuff?" He bent down to pick up the towel and wrapped it around his waist.

"In the living room."

"You relax now while I take care of it. Are you hungry?"

"Sure. Let's go out. I'll treat you," I said, following him into the living room. Jim picked up my bags and headed for the bedroom.

"You sleep here in the bedroom, Jon. I'll get out the sleeping bag later. Let me get dressed and then we can go."

I followed him in the bedroom, and sat down on the bed. He turned to look at me.

"Are you going to sit here and watch me get dressed, or what?"

"Sure. Why not?"

"Fine, please yourself," Jim shrugged his shoulders, and removed his towel. He looked at me, to see my reaction. I smiled at him, and turned my attention to his cock, which was beginning to get hard. I looked at him again, and winked.

"You really have a nice cock, brother."

Jim blushed again, and said, "Cut it out, will you? You are my sister, for God's sake."

"So what?"

"What do you mean, Jon? Are you trying to hit on me, or something?"

"No. I am just admiring your body, you goof. Just like you ogle at a well-endowed woman."

Jim laughed, as he began putting on his clothes. "Well, that's different. I don't ogle at you. Besides, the women I look at are not my sisters, and most of the time they are fully dressed."

"But I am sure you do imagine how they would look naked. So if you get a chance to see a beautiful, naked woman, would you 

not look at her?"

"Sure I would."

"That's just my point. I got a chance to look at a handsome hunk of a male in the nude, and I looked. Don't make a big deal about it. I've seen you naked before."

"Yeah. But that was many years ago, when I was a little kid."

"Nothing has changed on your anatomy, except everything got a little bigger. Some parts, a lot bigger."

Jim shook his head. "I don't believe you. If you were not my sister, I'd swear you were trying to hit on me. Now come on, and let's have something to eat."

We had a good dinner at a nearby Chinese restaurant. By the time we got back, it was past 9 PM.

"What time is your seminar, Jon?" Jim asked, reaching for his sleeping bag on the top shelf of the closet.

"I think it starts at 8:30. They have complimentary breakfast and registration before that. But I don't have to be there that early. 

How far is it from here?"

"Not far. We can walk there in five minutes."

"Good. What time do you have classes?"

"The first one is at 9:30. So I am not in a rush. You can use the bathroom first."

"Okay. Are you turning in for the night?"

"Heck, no. I have assignments to finish. I'll probably be up until midnight," Jim replied.

"That's terrible. I am not sleepy as yet. Still on the east coast time, you know. You think we can just sit around and chat for a while, or do you have to hit the books right away?"

"No, I can chat with you. In fact, I'd love to, Jon. We haven't seen each other in such a long time."

Jim sank into the sofa, and pulled me down. I fell on top of him. He hugged me tightly, and said, "I'm so happy to see you, Sis. 

I love you."

"I love you, too," I hugged him back, and kissed him on the lips. We held each other, enjoying the embrace. Then I slid out of his arms and sat down next to him.

"Tell me about your love life, Jim."

"Love life? There is none. No time for that right now. I've got to get A's this semester. Otherwise, it's goodbye law school."

"Law school? I thought you wanted to be a doctor."

"I changed my mind. These days, even doctors need lawyers. Besides, law school is quicker."

"I see. I am happy for you, Jim."

"Thanks." He turned and put his arms around my shoulders, and pulled me closer. "I am so glad to see you, my sweet sister. You look great. Looks like you also work out."

"A little. I am not a fanatic about it. Just enough to keep the tummy tucked in and hips from getting bigger, that's all."

"You are doing fine. Stand up, and let me look at you."

I got up, and stood before him. Standing on my toes, I thrust my chest out and slowly twirled around to give him a good look. 

Jim clapped, and said, "By golly, Jon. You are a knockout. To be frank with you, I wouldn't mind looking at you naked, now that you have seen me in the nude."

I laughed, and said, "Oh, really. Well, I'll think about it."

We chatted about things for a while. I was beginning to get sleepy. "I think I'll call it a day. Do you have an alarm clock, Jim? I forgot to bring mine."

"Yeah. It's right next to the bed, where you can hit the snooze button without any problem."

I got up, and kissed him goodnight, and went to change. After brushing my teeth, I took a hot shower, which always helps me relax at the end of the day. I took out my nightdress and put it on. Looking in the mirror, I realized that it didn't hide much, because it was quite sheer. I usually wear nothing underneath when I sleep, but I hesitated. I was not in my own place, and I thought perhaps it would be better to at least wear panties. I have a good figure, and I am quite proud of it. I usually keep my bush trimmed, but didn't have time to do it before leaving. So the bush was kind of thick, and it showed through the nightie. I put on the panty, and went out in the kitchen to get a glass of water.

Jim had also changed, and was wearing just his boxers. He was stretched out on the sofa, reading some textbook. I noticed the slight bulge in the boxers, and could see the outline of his cock resting between his legs. I found my nipples getting hard thinking about his naked cock, which I had seen earlier. I got the glass of water and walked over to him.

"What are you reading?"

Jim looked up at me, and gave a slow whistle. "Wow, lady. You are some babe, Sis." He sat up, looking with admiration at me. I smiled at him, and slowly turned around. "Now we are even." 

"No, we are not. I was naked. You still have this thing on. If you want to be even, then take it all off."

"Are you daring me?"

"If that's the way you want it."

I pulled the nightdress off in one swift motion, and stood before him. Jim's mouth fell open, and his eyes got big, staring at my bust. I felt a shiver down my spine as I watched his eyes moving from one breast to the other, and looking at my crotch, which was still covered. He shifted uncomfortably on the sofa, and I noticed that he was reacting to my semi-nakedness. 

I smiled at him, and said, "Satisfied?"

"Wow. They are just gorgeous," Jim said, licking his lips, without even looking at me. His eyes were riveted on my breasts which, I have to admit, were gorgeous. There is no sag to them at all, and that is something to be proud of when you are a size 38B. 

"I would never have guessed, Jon, that you have such perfect tits. Most of the time you wear such baggy clothes, it's hard to tell."

"Thanks, Jim. I like my figure."

"So do I," Jim said, slowly getting up. I watched him, as he tried to adjust his crotch to hide his arousal.

"Don't bother. I already saw it. You are hard, aren't you?"

"I am sorry, Jon. I shouldn't react like this. You are my sister."

I took his hand in mine, and said, "Don't feel bad. Don't you see that I am also reacting to you?" I placed his hand against my breast, pressing it into the hardened nipple.

"Please, Jon. Don't do that," Jim stammered, but his hand stayed on my breast. I put my arm around his neck and pulled his head toward me. I kissed him lightly on the lips and said, "It is natural to react to a naked body, Jim. Get over this shame and appreciate the beauty of what you see. I am not ashamed to look at you. Just look at that tent in your shorts. It looks gorgeous. Take the shorts off and let me see your hard cock."

Jim looked at me pleadingly, struggling with the conflict between arousal and guilt. I pulled him in my arms and hugged him. I pressed my breasts against his chest, and my pelvis against his arousal. He was stiff like a pole, and was poking into my belly. I pinched him on his behind, and stepped away. Quickly I stepped out of my panty, and said, "Now. Take it off. Let's both be naked. Then we will be even."

Jim still hesitated. "I don't know, Jon." His eyes were now fixed on the golden bush between my legs. I grabbed the elastic waistband of his shorts, and yanked them down. Wordlessly, he stepped out of them, and sank to his knees on the carpet. He put his arms around my waist, and pulled me closer. Gently he kissed my bush, and caressed my butt.

"You are so beautiful and sexy, Jon. Please forgive me for reacting this way to you."

I sank to the carpet and took his face in my hands.

"Jim, my sweet brother. There is no shame in nudity, and there is no shame in admitting our attraction to the opposite sex. I know we are brother and sister, but human body is the same, regardless of relationships. And when you love someone like we love each other, there is no reason for this guilt, darling. You are aroused by a beautiful female body, just as I am aroused by a handsome male body."

"But what good is that going to do, Jon? It's not like we are lovers, and can make out when we are turned on."

"I understand, Jim. But why do you deprive yourself of the pleasure of seeing a naked woman whom you love very much? We have been so close all our lives. Remember, you even used to sleep with me in my bed many times?"

"But Jon, that was a long time ago. I was only eight or ten."

"No. You used to sleep with me till your were fifteen. Don't you think I could feel you growing up when you used to cuddle up to me at night?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You are such a goof, Jim. I still remember how you used to take your cock out of your nightdress and play with it. You thought you were being very careful, but I knew what you were doing. I could feel your jerking movements and hear your grunts. Sometimes your cock would press into my back when you had your leg over me."

"My God, Jon. And you didn't say anything."

"No. Do you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because I knew you were trying to learn about your growing sexuality, and it was safe to do it with me. I was also curious at first what you were doing that caused the bed to shake so much. So one time I watched you."

"I'm so embarrassed," Jim said, looking away. I thought I saw tears in his eyes, so I turned his face toward me. He was almost on the verge of crying. I pulled him in my arms and caressed his head.

"Oh Jim. Why are you so sad and ridden with guilt, darling? I am your sister. You can talk to me. Don't you think I would understand, after what I just told you?"

Jim held me tightly, and said, "I know what you are saying makes sense, but it's hard not to feel guilty. You are my sister."

"Okay, so I am. Let's get past that. All your guilt hasn't stopped your body from reacting to me, has it? Look how hard your cock is now," I reached down and put my fingers around the shaft. "And it's hot, too. You are really turned on, sweetheart. Let me help you."

"But why? I feel so terrible," Jim tried to push my hand away.

"Because I love you, my brother. Now just relax and enjoy." I pushed him down on the carpet, and straddled his legs. Bending forward, I kissed his cock, and rolled it around in my hand, squeezing the throbbing mass of meat gently. Jim moaned with pleasure, and closed his eyes, resigned to the whole situation. I smiled, knowing he wanted it. My heart was filled with love for him.

I gently massaged the shaft, pumping him slowly and kissing the tip. Jim's hips began to jerk with increasing urgency as I caressed and pumped him. I watched his balls contract as he got closer to orgasm. He was moaning loudly now, and began lifting himself off the carpet against my pumping hand. 

I got off his legs, and knelt beside him, resting my head on his flat tummy. I watched the throbbingshaft as it jerked in my hands. Jim groaned loudly, and thrust sharply upwards. I watched in amazement as big globs of semen shot forth from the purple tip of his cock, making a beautiful arc in the air and splashing on his legs and belly. It happened so fast that I couldn't duck quickly enough, and got a shot of it in my face as the cock jerked spasmodically in my hand. It was sticky and slippery now, and continued to dribble more semen as Jim's frenzy subsided.

He gave a long sigh of relief, and tried to get up. I pulled on the shrinking cock to squeeze out the last drops of fluid from it, and then licked my fingers.

"It tastes very nice, Jim."

"Gosh, Sis. I never came so hard before. Thanks. I love you."

I hugged him, and kissed him on the lips. Jim wrapped his arms around me, and gently swung me around, and pushed me down on the carpet. He kissed me back, as his hand reached for my breast.

"Let me return the favor, Jon."

"Be my guest. I want to see how you do it."

Jim smiled and pinched my nipple hard. I winced, and said, "No rough stuff, brother. I don't like pain."

"Sorry. I will be gentle. I love you so much, that I want to treat you like a beautiful, delicate rose." His shyness and guilt had disappeared.

Jim got busy right away. He started caressing my breasts, playing with them, kneading the firm flesh and kissing, licking and sucking the hard nipples. Once in a while he would come up and kiss me. When he did that again, I grabbed his head and kissed him back, forcing my tongue between his lips. We opened our mouths and kissed each other deeply. It was like a bolt of electricity passing through my spine. He tasted so wonderful and erotic, that I could feel the tingling in my pussy. We held each other tightly, smothering each other with repeated, deep kisses like two lovers in heat.

Jim broke off the kiss, and said, "Oh, Joni. Did you know I have dreamed about this so often? I could never admit it to myself, but ever since I became aware of my sexuality, I have wanted to kiss you like this. I knew you would taste so sweet like nothing else in this world, and now I have tasted that sweetness. Oh, I love you so much, my heart aches."

I pulled him down, and said, "I know, darling. I have always known that you had the hots for me."

"I didn't realize I was so obvious."

"You were. Now stop talking and get busy. Eat my pussy, sweetheart."

"I thought you'd never ask." Jim shouted with delight, and immediately slid down between my legs. I opened them for him, and he stopped. With an expression bordering on awe, he stared at my pussy, outlined in the silky golden border of the now wet pubic hair.

"It is so beautiful, Jon. I can't get over how sexy it looks. And your clit... it's already so red."

"That's because I am turned on, you dummy. Now do something about it before I sit on your face and choke you."

"Okay, okay. Get ready for the most erotic pleasure ride of your life."

Jim dove in, and I let out a moan as soon as his tongue slurped across my slit, brushing my inflamed clitoris with its rough surface. 

"Oh, God. It feels so good, Jim. Don't stop now."

Jim continued his assault on my dripping hole, licking and sucking the lips and folds. He stuck his tongue into the opening and began drinking the juice. I could feel his tongue pushing more and more inside, and wondered how long it was. His lips brushed my clitoris constantly, causing me to stiffen with pleasure. I was on fire. 

I grabbed his head and began jerking my hips against his mouth. Jim spread my legs all the way out, exposing my pussy and opening it wide. Holding them apart like that, he started sucking me with a fierceness that drove me to the point of insanity. I tightened my fists and pressing my arms against the carpet to get leverage, lifted my hips against his unrelenting mouth. I screamed, and bucked as waves of orgasm swept through my body. Grabbing my breasts and clutching them for dear life, I jerked my hips against his mouth, screaming my head off as the orgasms kept coming like tidal waves. Finally, I went limp and collapsed, gasping desperately for breath.

Jim pulled back and sat between my legs, his face smeared with my love juices. He kept looking at my vibrating pussy lips as the tremors of orgasm slowly subsided. My legs and thighs were soaked in the juices from the pussy, and my whole pubic area was wet. He looked at me and smiled.

"How was that, Sis?" Jim asked, stretching alongside me, and putting his arms around me.

"Heavenly, darling. You were just great. I never came so hard in my life. You are a wonderful pussy eater."

"I'm so thrilled that I could give you this pleasure. I've thought about it for years. Thanks for letting me do it."

We hugged and lay there on the carpet, our naked bodies entwined in the loving embrace. After several minutes, Jim got up, and grabbed his shorts.

"Time to get up, Sis. I have to hit the books. Let me help you up."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. Handing me the nightdress, he said, "You better get your beauty sleep." He slapped me playfully on my butt and pushed me towards the bedroom.




Brotherly Love



The next morning, I woke up feeling very lightheaded, and my whole body was relaxed and peaceful. I took a shower and got dressed for the seminar. When I came out, Jim was already in the kitchen, making breakfast. He was still wearing his shorts. I sneaked up behind him, and reaching around, grabbed his cock from outside. 

"Good morning, brother."

"Good morning, Jon. Did you sleep well?" He turned around, pushing my hand away.

"Never slept so well, thanks to you."

"My pleasure. Now sit down over there, and let me serve you my special breakfast."

It was delicious. Jim ducked into the bedroom while I was eating breakfast, and hit the shower. Soon we were ready. He walked with me to the building where the seminar was and went off for his classes.

When we got back that evening, there was an awkward silence between us. Jim finally cleared his throat, and said, "Listen, Jon. I've been thinking about what happened last night. It was the most beautiful experience for me. How about you?"

"For me, too. Are you feeling guilty about it?"

"Surprisingly, no. What you said last night started making so much sense to me as I thought about it during the day. I realized I was missing out on a beautiful aspect of love, which is trust, caring and genuine affection for the other person. The intimacy is the ultimate token of this feeling of oneness where nothing else matters except the love in our hearts."

"I couldn't have said it better, Jim. I'm so glad you feel this way, because I've never enjoyed such intimacy more than I did last night."

"Me, too, my darling sister. I'll love you forever."

He took me in his arms and we held each other. It felt good. He nuzzled his nose in my hair, and then kissed me lightly on the neck.

"What do you want to do tonight?"

"I don't know what can top last night, Jim. Did you have something in mind?"

"Wait. I was asking about dinner. I' sorry."

"Oh. Well, you pick the place. My treat again. Don't protest."

"I'm not protesting. I could use some relief from expenses."

"Good. Let's go to a Mexican restaurant tonight."

"Great choice. There is a good one about two miles from campus. They have the best Margaritas north of the border."

"Perfect. Let's get drunk then."

"You do that. I have to drive us back in one piece."

"Suit yourself."

After a leisurely dinner, we got back to the apartment. I was feeling a bit off guard, because of that extra glass of Margarita the waiter had talked me into. I leaned on Jim as we got into the apartment, and collapsed on the sofa.

Jim changed, and then brought a wet towel from the bathroom, and splashed it across my face. 

"Come on, Jon. Change and go to bed. It's past 10 p.m."

"Help me up, Jim. I think I had too many Margaritas."

"You sure did. Are you all right?" Jim asked, concerned.

"Yes, I'm fine. I just don't have enough strength to do anything. Be a sweetheart and start the shower for me."

I stumbled into the bedroom and managed to get undressed. I walked into the bathroom where Jim was adjusting the water temperature. I said to him, "Why don't you join me, Jim? You also shower before bed, don't you?"

"Yes," he replied without looking back at me. Then he turned and saw me standing naked. His eyes roamed all over me, and then came to rest on my face. 

"You want us to take the shower together?"

"Yes. It will be fun, just like when we were kids."

"Are you sure? Don't blame me for what happens because you are already turning me on standing naked like that."

"I know, I know. Stop arguing and get in," I said, stepping under the shower. Jim quickly undressed and joined me. We began soaping each other and scrubbing each other's backs. Jim reached around and cupped my breasts, at the same time pressing his partially hard cock between my buttocks. I pressed back against him and said, "Hold me like this, Jim. It feels good."

After a few minutes of soaping and fondling and scrubbing the upper body, Jim turned his attention below the waist. He cupped my crotch and rubbed his palm vigorously against it. Soon, we were playing with each other, soaping the genitals and arousing each other. He was hard and throbbing with excitement, and he could also feel the slippery wetness of my pussy. 

We got out of the shower and dried each other. With an impulse, he picked me up in his arms and carried me out into the bedroom, and put me down. Kissing me on the lips, he said, "Tonight I sleep with you, just like when we were kids."

"Wonderful. But on one condition. No clothes. I want to feel your naked body against mine."

"No problem."

We got in under the sheet, and embraced each other. We were like two long lost lovers, caressing and exploring each other, driving each other to higher and higher levels of sexual ecstasy.

Jim pushed me down on my back, and rolled on top of me.

"Jon, I want to make love to you. We have come so far in this that I can't turn back. Please don't say no."

I was taken by surprise. I knew we had been more than intimate with each other, but I never thought we would get this far. I thought for a moment. Sensing my hesitation, Jim began to roll off me. 

I held him tightly, and said, "Wait, Jim. Give me a moment to think about it. It's kind of sudden, you know. If we do it, we would be permanently crossing the boundary. You realize that, don't you?"

"Yes. I know it would be incest, but we have already crossed the boundary last night, don't you think? Now the only thing we have not experienced is the intercourse. Would it make any difference at this point?"

"No, you are right. All right. Let's do it."

"Oh, Sis. I am so happy now. It will be good. I promise."

"I know it will be good. I can feel it," I said, reaching for his cock. It had grown big and stiff and was throbbing. I opened my legs and welcomed him between my thighs. Jim slid forward, his cock pressing against the folds of my pussy, which was already soaking wet. Slowly and lovingly, he pressed forward.

I could feel the tip of his cock push aside the folds at the opening and slide in. The lubrication from the secretions made it easier for him to penetrate, but it was still tight, because his cock was really hard and thick. I pulled him down and kissed him as he jerked his hips. Suddenly the whole shaft was buried to the hilt in my pussy. 

Jim moaned with pleasure, and said, "Oh my God, Jon. You are so wonderfully tight, it feels like my cock is gripped in a velvet fist. I've wanted to experience this feeling for a long time, but I couldn't even allow myself to think about it."

"Don't talk so much, Jim. Thrust it in me and make love to me. I want to feel it slide in and out, and scream my head off when I come."

"Okay. Get ready for a wild ride." Jim raised himself slightly, and rammed his cock in with a single, powerful thrust. The hard shaft rubbed across my clitoris, causing me to catch my breath. I moaned with pleasure, and relaxed, enjoying the repeated, deep thrusts of Jim's wonderful cock. 

In a short time, I was on the verge of a major climax. I clamped my legs around his waist as he plunged his cock into me, and thrust upward. I screamed as my body began to shake with the first wave of orgasm. Jim grabbed my waist and rammed again and again. I could feel his cock getting thicker, and I knew he was coming close to his orgasm as well. I needed another big one before he came. I squeezed my muscles and rotated my hips as he came down. He didn't expect the tightening of my pussy like that, and suddenly his eyes opened in surprise as his balls churned and a powerful jet of semen erupted into my womb. He grunted like a wild animal, thrusting repeatedly as I tumbled over with another powerful orgasm, triggered by his eruption. We kept thrusting at each other, our genitals locked in a tight, loving embrace, until we had drained ourselves completely. 

Finally, he collapsed on top of me, our bodies drenched in perspiration and the labor of our love. We kissed each other, and smiled. We lay in each other's arms, and sometime much later, fell asleep, still locked in the intimate embrace.

That was the only time we made love, but the memory will always be precious for me, as I know it is for Jim. We became much closer to each other since that night five years ago. He has a girl friend now who does not know anything about what happened between him and me, and I haven't told my husband anything either. Jim and I know that they would not understand, and would be terribly shocked and hurt. So it is still our little secret. Whenever Jim and I get together during holidays and family reunions, we reminisce about it, knowing that those moments of ecstasy five years ago were the most precious memories that we will always cherish. We talk about doing it again if the circumstances were right, but haven't made any efforts to make it happen. If an opportunity came our way again, I know we would not hesitate for a moment to enjoy the union of our bodies and souls with each other. 

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Brotherly Love



I started masturbating when I was thirteen, but the first time I was caught at it was when I was eighteen. I was having a bath and was rubbing myself with soapy hands. I liked this to last, so I used masturbate to the edge of orgasm, then stop for a few seconds before continuing. The longest I had kept this up was about fifteen minutes but this evening I knew there was no hope of breaking any records. After about five minutes and four near orgasms I let myself go, doing my best not to scream as I sometimes did. I was only partly successful. I heard a faint gasp from the next room, and immediately realized to my horror what had happened. There was only an old wooden partition between the bathroom and my brother's bedroom and there were plenty of cracks through which one could spy on people in the bathroom. I had done my share of spying: recently I had discovered that my father frequently masturbated in the bath and some time ago I had seen my cousin Barbara pissing high into the air in the bath and playing with herself. Now I had been caught, too. Well, so what? Andrew masturbated – he must do, he was nearly 20 and didn't have a regular girlfriend..

I needn't have worried. When I left the bathroom, he met me with a smile.

"Had a nice bath?"

"Yes thanks?"

"Glad to see that you do what I do."

"What do you mean?"

"Wash your private parts well. very important!"

"So you were spying on me?"

"Guilty, I'm afraid. Couldn't resist."

"Well, did you like what you saw?"

"Actually yes. It's the first time I've seen a girl doing it."

"Then you have an advantage over me. I've never seen a boy doing it."

"Would you like to?

"Well, yes..."

"I'll do it for you."

"Well..."

"On one condition."

"That you don't tell Mummy and Daddy, and..."

"I'm not mad – but what's the 'and'?

"That you do it again for me."

"I don't know about that."

But I actually knew very well that I would love to watch Andrew masturbating more than almost anything. I had never seen a man cum in my life. I had once had a boyfriend who came in his pants as we were petting, but I'd always been too shy to ask any boy to take it out and wank for me. Now there was someone who was offering to do it. And he was very good-looking, and from what I had seen from the few times I'd seen him naked, he had a pretty big cock.

"All right, then. Just once. Come into my bedroom."

It was the perfect time to do it, as both Mum and Dad had gone out for the evening. Mum with one of her friends and Dad to the pub to get drunk again. At least they wouldn't be shouting at each other. I was in need of a bit of love and affection. I went into my room and got into bed. A couple of minutes later, Andrew came in, completely naked and with the most incredibly stiff erection.

"Gosh – what a big cock you've got!" I gasped

"All the better to fuck you with!" he laughed.

"Hey, none of that! 

"Just joking! Come on, off with your nightie and let's get to work!"

I took of my nightie and Andrew eyed my breasts, obviously impressed, as well he might have been. They were small, but very firm and perky, and my nipples were already hard. He got into bed beside me and started to rub his immense prick. It definitely turned me on - I spat on my fingers and started to caress my clitoris - although the spit was unnecessary as I was already pretty wet. Soon one finger slipped gently into my slit, and then a second joined it. Being watched was an added turn-on, not to mention the sight of my brother's hand sliding up and down that thick, firm rod! I was not ready to come at once, having orgasmed in the bath half-an-our ago, but very soon Andrew appeared to be on the verge of cumming.

"Not yet, Andrew – let it last a bit."

"Don't know how long I can hold it – nearly came while I was watching you in the bath."

It wasn't very long. Suddenly he started writhing and groaning and a spurt of sperm shot out and landed on my thigh. The another hit my left breast. A third just leapt a little way into the air and landed on his hand. This was what I'd needed. I found my hand working faster and faster and in a matter of seconds I abandoned myself to another mind-blowing orgasm.

The interesting thing was that I didn't feel the slightest pang of guilt. On the contrary, somehow it had all seemed so natural. As Andrew gently wiped the sperm off my thigh and breast with a tissue, I felt a further twinge in my crutch. He was my brother, but he was a real man, and a gentleman at that. He gave me an affectionate kiss on the cheek and left. His quiet 'Thank you' was quite unnecessary. I was more grateful to him than he could ever be to me. I went off to sleep very quickly, but woke up in the middle of the night and realized that I was still naked – and very damp. I was tempted to go to his room, but decided it would be too dangerous, so I just masturbated myself to sleep. I didn't have to worry about whether there would be a repeat performance – the next time our parents were out for the evening he invited me into his room and showed me how he used his 'Fleshlight', considerately taking it off just before he came, so that I could watch the spurts of sperm!

The third time, he took my hand and put it on his prick, encouraging me to rub it for him. Oh, how wonderful it felt! So wonderful that I didn't notice that his hand was on my clit until one finger started to find its way gently inside. I couldn't resist. As I was cumming I rubbed him harder and he spurted all over my breasts at the very moment I was overcome by my own orgasm.

Shortly after this, Mum went away for a few days. She didn't say as much to us, but I'm sure it was to have a rest from Dad, who was almost permanently drunk, if he wasn't with a prostitute. Andrew had followed him once and seen him go into a house, the front door of which had been opened by a scantily dressed black girl. Before Mum had left they'd had a terrible row – I'd heard most of it and it really got me down. I felt really depressed and decided to have an early night. When I was ready for bed I went to Andrew, who was doing something at his computer and said:

"Will you come up to say goodnight to me?"

"Yes, of course, he said with a smile."

I went upstairs, got into bed and switched out the light. Five minutes or so later he came into the room.

"Will you get into bed and snuggle up with me?"

"OK," he said with a smile.

He slipped into bed and lay on his back right beside me. Then he turned towards me and stroked my face.

"Hey, you're crying – what's the matter?"

"I can't take Mum's and Dad's quarrelling any longer It's gone too far."

"Don't let it get to you, Julia. It's got to come to a head soon."

Andrew hugged me too him and gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek – almost on the lips – and I realized that he was crying too. He was a man, but the trouble between Mum and dad must have really got to him too. I hugged him tightly, and suddenly our bodies seemed to become one. We lay there, motionless except for the slight synchronous vibrations caused by our joint sobbing – vibrations that made me only too aware of the increasing pressure of Andrews swelling penis against my thigh. What happened next was, I suppose, inevitable. It was also unimaginably beautiful. As I felt the increasing pressure of Andrew's erection, I loosened my tight grip on him and let one hand slip down towards the strange intruder in my bed. As soon as I reached it I helped it free itself from the confines of his underpants, wriggling downwards in the bed as I did so, so that my nightdress rode upwards and freed my own sex. Of course we both knew that what we were about to do was a sin, a universal taboo, and yet it seemed so inexpressibly natural. Neither of us had ever done anything quite like this with anyone else. But if it was so wrong, how did it happen that two totally inexperienced youngsters became one so freely, so spontaneously, so perfectly? Yes, of course it was a sin – it was an offence against both moral and religious law and yes, of course it was a taboo – it was prohibited by social custom as a protective measure against generic deformation – but unnatural it most certainly was not. It was no more and no less than a natural expression of true, unadulterated love and anyone who thinks otherwise can never have experienced true, unadulterated love. Brotherly love.



Brotherly Love



I don't know much about computers. All I knew was mine wasn't working right. I talked to a friend who had their's serviced at this new place in town, so I took it there. The price was right too. A young guy met me at the door. He seemed a little "happening" if one can describe a person that way. A very good looking, maybe he knew that, and his body was built. Something I wouldn't think was a computer fixer body. Most of computer geeks are just that; nerdy. 

His brother worked with him. Both had a sense of humor like no one else I knew. The two of them combined make me laugh none stop.

Well I left the computer in the hands of these two men. I was told it would be ready by 5. They close at 5 so I had to be there a few minutes before that. The day went pretty much same old same old for me. I stopped in when I was supposed to and the two were still working on the computer. I couldn't see the screen, but their eyes kept fixating on something on it. 

Alex, the scrawnier of the brothers, walked past me to put the closed sign on the window and lock the door. They said they would only be a few more minutes. He let the blind down. I couldn't see out and no one could see in.

Then Remy turned the screen so I could see what they were watching. I looked and my eyes grew bigger and my face felt warm. Their faces brightened with smiles and Remy's head tilted as he looked at me. 

You see what they were watching was a video I wasn't aware was even on my computer. My boyfriend at the time must have left the camera on and I didn't know he had. For right there on the screen was a home video - porn - of me fucking him. I remember that night. It was filled with passion, ecstasy, and a whole lot of sexual favors I owed him. 

I then came back to where I was. In a computer store. With two strangers basically seeing me perform. I was embarrassed, and they knew it. Alex got me a drink and added a flavor to relax me. 

I sat down. I knew what I had to do. I didn't want anyone to know of this movie I made. I had a reputation to live up to you know. 

"So what's it going to cost me to keep your mouth's shut?" I asked the pair.

It didn't take long for a reply. "Do that, with us!"

"And if I don't"

"See this little button, it will send it out for the world to see."

Some could have said I should have called their bluff. But I didn't want to take the chance. I realized it was just of me and my ex on cam. But where I worked, would become the problem. 

So being single and the possibility of getting it on with two men was a fantasy which has never come true. So what the hell did I have to lose?

Remy walked over to me smiling like any horny man does. He took my hand, I was slightly nervous as I normally don't fuck just anybody little own two guys at one time. Sensing my fear, he lowered my hand to his waist. Licking my top lip and biting the inside of my mouth, I undid his jeans. I dropped to my knees. The zipper just sliding down as the bulge beneath it ordered it to. Looking up at Remy his head nodding for me to go for it. Like a pirate seeking a treasure, my heart pounded as I knew the reward was just one layer from being mine. 

I sensed that he wasn't looking to make love to me, he wanted fucked and I wanted my secret video to remain that way. So my best performance was necessary.

I pulled his jeans down to his ankles. My hand massaging the outside of his boxers where the bulge was contently sitting. His cock started dancing underneath the boxer's silky material. "Fuck this" I thought. The boxers never knew what hit them as i literally ripped them off of his body. There in front of me was the hardened manhood I so longly desired. My right hand wrapping around the shaft til it hit his balls. I spit on the tip. Lubricating it quickly so my mouth could slide down with ease. My lips touching and then tasting what his cock was like. I let my mouth slide over the hump. My tongue then encircled it, as my left hand went between his legs and my finger found his asshole. My thumb on my right hand playing with his balls as my fingers were still wrapped around his shaft. I could tell he was excited. I felt a hand behind my head. His hips started moving his cock further into my mouth. I felt my hair being slightly pulled. Taking his cock into my mouth, letting my hand at the base not let it slide too far in and gag me. My finger by his asshole teasing and circling. I wanted him to know that I would push my finger in if he shoved my head down any more. 

His cock was fucking my mouth with so much vigor I had barely enough time to breath little own suck it. He slowed down so he wouldn't cum and waste it all in my mouth.   

I felt something push against my neck as I was stroking Remy's cock. I turned my head to find another cock waiting for attention. I was more than willing to give it. The sight of two cocks excited me more than words could describe. My mouth remained busy between the pair.  would suck each of them off and switch to the other one, just to have the first one want me again to tend to their needs. I felt like Cinderella. Except I was probably enjoying sucking cocks more than that girl did washing floors.


Before either could get off I stopped and ordered Remy to take his clothes off. Alex reached behind me and lifted my top off over my head. My white lace bra was soon unclasped and thrown to the floor. His soft hands massaging them. Damn it I wanted to get fucked. 

Telling Remy to put one foot on the chair and bend over was the next demand. I knelt to the floor. Spreading his ass cheeks so my tongue could lick his ass. Alex's hand was on my back. I could hear Remy moan. He liked it. But I didn't have a lot of time to concentrate on that particular area. I rose up. Remy turned to face me. Alex was behind me. His cock pressing against my ass. Remy undid my jeans and soon all three of us were standing there naked. I felt like the icing of an oreo cookie. But we all know the icing gets licked first. Not the outside.

Remy's lips touched mine. A passionate yet subtle kiss was exchanged. Alex must have an ass fetish. Might have something to do with me always having my back to him. Out of the too Remy was by far the more attractive. Alex's made up in talent what he lost in looks and body build. His fingers slid between my crack and my legs spread apart like a button had been pushed. With Remy sucking my breasts and Alex working between my ass and my cunt, what was a girl to do with every base covered. Once a dream, now it was reality. 

Orgasm after orgasm they worked me till I thought I had no more. Remy moved backwards and guided me with Alex close behind to the couch. He laid on his back. Smiling I found my way to his cock once more. A girl can't get enough of a good thing. This left poor Alex to no other place but my ass again. Poor little buggar. But needless to say he didn't complain. 

I did anal once. It wasn't something that thrilled me all to hell, but Alex's cock soon landed right in that hole. Maybe it was due to me being preoccupied with something in my mouth. Alex went slow so it was OK. In and out. In and out. He fucked my ass. I pushed back into him and met his thrusts. I stopped sucking the lollipop. 

Pushing back so much I managed to keep his cock in my ass. Lay on the floor please I begged. I wanted more candy. We maneuvered not too badly into our place on the rug. Remy watched and without hesitation took his place. With Alex on his back, me on his stomach on my back and one cock inside me already; there was only one place left for Remy. He knelt down on his knees. Found the place between our legs and I soon enjoyed a threesome with both holes plugged. Yes, I had one more hole, my mouth. But come on now I couldn't be that greedy. 

With both guys inside me, the pleasures mounted tremendously. The pair seemed to be in perfect harmony with their thrusts. Alex was still calmer and softer being inside my ass. 

Soon I found myself a hell of a lot wetter than what I was when I opened the front door. As the guys soon found themselves wearing a bigger smile than they did in the beginning.

My computer still has break downs. And I still take it to the nerdy boys to fix. But it's worth every penny. And think about it. Services rendered and the barter system work just fine with all three of us. Maybe one day I will get the nerve to put the cam on while we exchange "moneys".



Brotherly Love



There's some kind of special bond between a brother and sister, a force that holds them together even during the toughest times. This bond can not be seen, nor touched; only felt by the beings that possess this special type of bond: love.

I was eighteen at the time, and I had just gone car shopping with my parents. They insisted that I buy some crappy three thousand dollar Jeep, to which I said something to the extent of 'Hell no'. I wanted a BMW, or a Volkswagen, something to impress the ladies with. Of course, in the rock paper scissors match that is the parent child bond, the parent always wins. I picked a black '97 Jeep Grand Cherokee, something nice and simple and cheap.

I was driving myself home, as my parents were going with my brother to a meeting a couple of states away, when my sister called me and asked for a ride home. She's 22, and very pretty, but she has a nasty habit of getting completely wasted every Friday night. It gets annoying picking her up every Friday, but what can I say? I'd do anything for her, and she'd do anything for me.

So I drove to the house where the party was (it was hard to miss, what with the strobe lights and loud music). She came out, dressed in a black tight fitting dress that revealed more than it hid. It was apparent she had lost her bra somehow, because the strap of her dress had no bra strap underneath it. She was out of it totally, and she barely managed to strap herself in. No words were exchanged; what was the point? She might have thrown up or something. She did manage, however, to say "Nice car." through her drunken haze.

We got home fairly quickly, as it was a small town, and I helped her into the house. I got her to her room (somehow) and managed to get her on her bed lying face down. I was turning around to walk out of her room when I noticed that her dress had ridden up to reveal that her legs were soaking wet. I was mad at her, because she had pissed herself, but being the brother I was I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and began to wipe it off. As I moved up her legs, though, I began to notice how firm her ass was. I got an instant hard on, and I immediately became ashamed of myself. This is my own sister, for Christ's sake! But I'm a man, and I finally got to the point where I was massaging her ass with my bare hands.

Like I had said earlier, the brother sister bond is hard to break. What I was doing right then, however, would've broken that bond in a second. I had to make a choice: take advantage of my beautiful, drunk sister or go away and pretend this never happened?

My sister answered that for me. She said, somehow without throwing up, "Ohhh....that feels good, Rick." My boner must've grown another two inches just from hearing that, and I immediately begin kneading her ass with my hands. She groaned, and I just lost it. I unstrapped her dress and pulled it off, licking her bare back all the way down to her ass crack. She just giggled, and I took that as a sign to go on. She apparently did have a bra on, one of those strapless ones that I could never get off of my girlfriends; I fixed that problem by ripping the strap apart. I turned her around, as she was mostly unconscious now, and stared at her glorious boobs. My God, she must've been a 36C. Not too big, and not too small. Just perfect in my eyes. I began by sucking on her titty's one by one, stroking each one with my fingers as I licked her areola's with my tongue. 

However, I soon begin to grow bored with this, and laid her on her back. I begin to undress, and as I stepped out of my briefs my cock grew to it's full length: a modest 7 inches. I grabbed a condom from my room, and I rushed to put it on as I raced back to her room. She was there, lying peacefully, and for a second I almost blew my load right then and there. She was so beautiful!

However, my aching cock brought me back to the task at hand: fucking my sister. I walked up to her and took off her black lacy panties. Her pussy, finally revealed, was a sight to see. Perfectly shaped, perfectly shaved, and overall perfect image that I had to admire. My cock, now almost to the brink of exploding, magnetically drifted toward her pussy and I begin to bang her. Slowly at first, then harder and faster until I came. I literally fell over onto her and I begin to play with her boobies again.

After awhile I got up, took a few pictures for a keepsake, and cleaned up. The next day she didn't say anything, so she must've been so out of it she didn't realize what was happening. That's a good thing, because a brother sister bond is hard to break. And thank God I didn't break it, because she's going to another party next Friday.



Brotherly Love



How can I begin to describe my big brother? He's tall and oh, so handsome, but that doesn't even start to describe how I feel about him. He makes me stop breathing when he looks at me, my heart stops beating, my mouth goes dry and I can't speak because I'm so in love with him.

Now before you say I'm being a silly girl, I'm not the teenager you might think I am. I won't see thirty again, but have never had a relationship with a boy, or man for that matter. Most of my friends think I'm gay because I don't date men. How wrong are they?

Every night I lay in bed thinking about being made passionate love to. Certainly not by that good looking bloke at work, who all the other women think looks like Brad Pitt. No ... my fantasy lover is my brother.

Unfortunately, however, that's only in my head. He's married to this strange woman who bosses him around like he's a child. Yes, she's good looking and sexy in a common sort of way. She wears short skirts and very low tops showing her assets off for all the world to see.

Last year on holiday she went topless on the beach. The photos looked like something out of a porn magazine showing the world her big rather saggy tits, and that bikini which was more like a string than anything else, covering only the very smallest portion of her slightly obese body.

I know I sound bitter and twisted but I just can't help it. She has taken the most wonderful man away from me. He spent so much time with me before he met her, I should be happy for him; but I know it will end in disaster.

All the above was over a year ago. I was right of course, it ended in disaster. She went off with another man who had more money and, according to rumour, a bigger thingy. But the good news is that Mike came home. He had lost everything. She had taken him to the cleaners. Even his new car had to go as she wanted shares in that as well. She got the house and most of his hard earned cash, leaving him broke and very sad because he really loved her. Poor Mike! He has no idea about women.

But there is an upside to this sad story. I had Mike back where he belonged, in our home, in the next bedroom to mine. Now, I wondered, how could I demolish that wall separating us every night? While I frigged myself with my fingers I knew he would be doing something similar in the next room.

Several ideas came and went. All of them seemed quite plausible at first, but then as the reality hit me each idea faded into obscurity. Nothing seemed to work. All my bright schemes ended up in the waste basket of my mind. What could I do to get him to realise his biggest fan was only a few feet away?

We went out together, me taking so much more pride and care in my appearance. Even my mum noticed how I had, as she put it 'smartened myself up lately'. I bought a whole new wardrobe to make him proud of his little sister.

As the summer came, we spent as much time as possible at the beach. I had my own car and I shared it with Mike, telling him he could borrow it anytime he liked. So, as he loved driving, he took the wheel most times we went out.

I sat in the passenger seat letting my skirt ride up as much as I dare, trying to get him to notice my trim sexy legs. My tops got lower, giving him glimpses of my swelling bust and more cleavage than ever before.

One sunny Sunday afternoon we ended up at the local beach. It was quiet, not many other people about. We walked down to the sea, taking off our shoes and paddling in the surf as it rolled up on to the sand. We walked for miles until we were the only people in sight.

Now shall I tell the truth or pretend it was an accident? I tripped and fell full length into the water, soaking my clothes. My top was thin white cotton. It became transparent instantly as I had not put a bra on today, because I had planned the whole thing.

Mike helped me to my feet, his eyes glued to my tits. My nipples we poking through the material like little bullets; the cool water hadn't diminished their state of arousal in the slightest.

"What the hell are you going to do?" he asked. "You are wet from head to toe." I grinned and said my toes were wet to start with. He smiled at my feeble attempt at humour. I suggested we go into the dunes and dry my clothes off as best we could.

I knew this area like the back of my hand as I had walked these beaches so many times. There was a little cove in the dunes just right for my intentions. I led him like a lamb to slaughter, asking him how I could get my clothes dry while wearing them. I knew the only answer was to take them off.

When we were secluded in the cove, he said "I'll look away while you get those wet things off," and he turned to look out to sea. I slipped off my shirt, the sea breeze tingling my naked nipples. Then my skirt, followed by my last item of clothing - a tiny thong I had bought only yesterday with this in mind.

I called to him, asking him to hang my wet things out to dry. He turned, and the look on his face, as I handed him the few items I had been wearing, said it all. He liked what he saw, and, from the reaction in his shorts, he liked it a lot.

He carefully arranged my clothes on the marram grass tufts, to allow the air to get all around them, drying them as quickly as possible. He was almost reverent as he tried to hang those tiny panties on the grass. He seemed fascinated by the silk and the texture of the tiny piece of material - not that I cared if they ever got dry. I wanted him to see me naked to whet his appetite make him want my body as much as I wanted his. At last he finished and said, over his shoulder, "I would like to go for a walk but don't want to leave you here alone, not undressed as you are. It might be dangerous."

"Don't be shy," I replied, "come and sit on the sand with me." I stretched out full length, letting my legs open just enough to show him my neatly shaven pussy. If this didn't work nothing would. I put my hands behind my head, pulling my titties taught, making sure he could see me in my full glory.

He turned towards me and said, "Bloody hell Chrissie, I didn't know you were so beautiful. You look fantastic." He stood there, taking in my assets .... and the bulge in his shorts told me how much he wanted me.

I patted the sand beside me, saying, "Come and sit here." He hesitantly came and sat beside me, almost touching me. How could he resist my wanton nakedness? He tried so hard not to look, but his male instinct took over. He couldn't drag his eyes off looking at my body.

I deliberately squirmed around a little just to make myself more enticing. This was a one-off thing I did to make it work. There is no way I could ever do this again and make it look accidental, so I had to do everything I could right here and now to make him loose control.

Despite my thirty-something years I had taken very good care of myself, working out and going jogging quite regularly. I also swam at least twice a week. Whilst that first flush of youth had left, the remains were not bad. Do I sound conceited? Sorry I don't mean to but I thought you should know what I was tempting my big brother with.

I suppose I should tell you a bit about myself. The things you men always want to know are, like, how big my boobs are and how slim the rest is! Well I'm 34 D 24 34. I'm not like the modern slim hipped girls we see now, but still a sexy woman, I have long brown hair. Sorry, it's not blonde, but it curls around my shoulders, and despite it being wet that day at the beach, it still looked quite attractive.

That's the only hair on my body. I don't like pubic hair and hate underarm hair, so I use creams and potions to make sure hairy bits are never on show. I never understood why I took so much pride in my appearance, because until Mike came home there has never been a man in my life.

I think I must be one of the oldest virgins outside a monastery. Not that I didn't want to be a whole woman. Of course I did, it was just there was only one man I ever wanted and he went off and married a bitch. However, he was beside me now and I was going to do everything in my power to end my virginity this afternoon. 

What else could I do to make him take that giant step from being my brother to being my lover? I could feel the wetness in my pussy. I wondered if he could see the shine as it penetrated my pussy lips. I so wanted to touch myself; make him watch as my fingers explored the innermost part of my body. Dare I do it in front of him?

My hands slowly crept from my neck down my body, touching my erect nipples. I don't think I have ever felt them so hard or so big, straining at the rest of my breast trying to take over the whole of my tits. On, down went my fingers, gently roaming over my flat tummy, feeling my ribs standing out and ever on towards their goal.

My eyes were not quite closed but looked as if they were. My long lashes hid the tiny slit left open to watch the effect my exploration was having on Mike. He was watching my every move, not taking his eyes off my hands for a second. He was hooked!

I was almost there. Would my bravery last until I reached my goal? Would I chicken out before I had the chance to spread that juice around my outer lips showing him how much I wanted him? I hoped I could last that long.

Please don't think for a second that this was easy for me. Remember this was the first time I had been naked with any man in my entire life. And the only knowledge I had was second hand, from books and listening to my work mates talking about their sexual adventures. Now I was desperate, so desperate for his loving. It was the hardest thing I had ever done.

My mouth was dry. I don't think I could speak if I tried. My heart was beating like a big bass drum. I couldn't breathe properly, but this was the only chance I was ever going to have. I had to go for it. I gritted my teeth and let my hand continue its exploration of my naked body.

At last my hands reached that slight mound where my mons met my tummy. The smooth skin was bare to my touch as I had shaved before we left home to make sure I was as alluring as possible to my brother.

Both hands met as I slowly stroked the flesh spreading my fingers, so they were either side of my pussy, gently parting my lips, showing him the wet soft pink inner flesh.

I watched as his gaze was glued to my fingers and that which they were exposing to him. I let one finger dip into my honey pot, bringing some juice out to smear it across my outer lips, knowing from looking at men's magazines it was the right thing to do. 

Mike groaned and said "What are you doing to me Chrissie? If you don't stop I will lose control and forget you're my sister." I pulled the lips wider and inserted two fingers deep into myself, thinking 'This is it; he's got to take me now.' My finger found my little bud and worked it round and round.

I was wanking myself off, outside, in the open with my brother watching me. He was enjoying it if the huge bulge in his shorts was any indication. I had a moment of panic when I realised how big the bulge was, but I couldn't stop now. It was so far past the time to call a halt. I needed this for me.

It must have been the sensations caused by my fingers. Because I had closed my eyes, it was a shock when I felt my nipples being stroked. I daren't open my eyes in case I frightened him away but I wished so much he would push my hands aside and do what ever he wanted with me.

I usually take quite some time to come but I could feel those wonderful sensations creeping up from my toes. Already, I had the forewarning of my impending climax. Was it the situation or the expectancy of being so near to losing my virginity? Whatever it was, my orgasm was close.

I pressed a little harder to make it happen and, as it did, I cried out as the first wave of pure lust washed over me. The second was just as intense, my brother's fingers were gripping my nipples now making the whole thing so much more exciting. This was the best climax ever.

I could feel my bottom lifting off the warm sand, pushing my body up to meet not just my own fingers, but those of my big brother as well. Oh this was heavenly - the most exciting and fulfilling climax I'd ever had. Was I dreaming?

No. His fingers were still gripping my nipples, pinching and tweaking them in a way I had never known before. It prolonged and intensified my orgasm to the point where I almost fainted.

How could I get him to progress? Dare I touch his huge cock through his shorts; would he push me away? There was only one way to find out; in for a penny in for a pound, as my old gran would say.

I reached out to touch him but it was too difficult to get my arm into the right position. I made myself sit up and reach for his shorts. He leaned back giving me full access to his tented crotch.

Now remember I have never touched a man's thing. This was my very first attempt - I really didn't know what to do, but instinct told me to hold it. It was so difficult through his shorts so I pulled the zip down to expose him; he lifted his bottom up to help me as I pulled his shorts and boxers down.

My first sight of a man's cock was quite a shock. I don't know what I expected but it was huge and all red and inflamed. I wrapped my little hand around it but it was too big to be able to meet my fingers together. He groaned as I held him, perhaps we have an inbuilt instinct telling us what to do.

It was obviously too big for one hand. I moved around so I was sitting lotus position between his thighs and took hold with both hands, wrapping them around his big shaft. I eased it up a little and then down. This made him groan even louder so I increased my stroke until the big red head poked through the loose flesh.

Was this wanking him? I didn't know, but he seemed to be enjoying as much as I was. Please don't expect me to be able to tell you why, but I wanted to kiss his big thing so badly. I leaned forward until my lips were almost touching the tip of his manhood. 

I felt his hands on the back of my head pushing me down towards his cock. I opened my mouth instinctively, taking the head of it into my mouth. It tasted all salty and, as stupid as I was, I thought it was because we had been splashing around in the sea.

The pressure on my head increased as he pushed me down harder. It was almost choking me but I didn't resist, just opened my mouth as wide as I could and let it slip down my throat, breathing through my nose.

It felt strange to have this huge thing in my mouth, but not unpleasant and he seemed to be enjoying so much. His groans were now so loud and his breathing so ragged. He muttered something like "Where the hell did you learn to do that Chrissie?"

I would have liked to reply, right here and now darling brother, but I couldn't speak, not with my mouth and throat this full. He was getting so excited and was pushing up towards me, literally fucking my face. I had, of course, heard of this and seen it on films, but always thought it was faked.

This was no fake, my throat could confirm that. It was sore from the friction and I was getting out of breath. I had to stop soon of I would faint from the lack of oxygen.

But his big strong hands were still holding me tight to his crotch. I must have had the entire thing in my mouth, or rather down my throat. I could feel the coarse hairs round his cock tickling my nose. He was groaning and gasping as he pounded his cock into my mouth. Then he suddenly stopped!

He still held me tight to him. I was about to try to pull away when his cock gave a little jerk and I felt this hot sticky stuff filling my throat. It was well past my larynx so I didn't need to swallow, but it filled my throat as he pumped squirt after squirt into me.

At last he released me, letting me sit back up. The sight of his huge cock was a reminder of what I had just done. It protruded from his nest of pubic hair. Had he forced me to do this, or was I as willing as I as I wanted to be?

It didn't matter who had done what or to whom, it was wonderful - even if I had a sort throat, a very sore throat. Now that he had pulled out I could taste his stuff on my tongue. It was just as salty as his cock perhaps that's the way men taste.

Mike looked at me. There was deep regret in his eyes. He said "I'm so sorry Chrissie, I shouldn't have done that, but you were so sexy and alluring I just lost control." 

I smiled at him and said "I have wanted you to do that, and more, for as long as I can remember, darling big brother."

Where the hell I got the nerve from I still don't know, but I said "I want you to make me a woman as well. Will you please fuck me right now?"

His face was a picture of wondrous disbelief. He said "Are you telling me you haven't been with a man at all?"

Looking down to hide my shame, I said "I'm still a virgin. The only man I have ever wanted is you." Then I burst into tears with the relief of saying it out loud. Mike took me in his arms and held me tight, not saying a word, just letting me cry into his tee shirt.

When I eventually pulled myself together I looked up into the face. I have loved all my life. Will you make me whole, please Mike.

He held me close and said, "Not today. I haven't anything with me, and we don't want you to get pregnant do we?"

At first it sounded like a rejection, but then the words 'not today' became a reality in my mind. That meant, perhaps, another day. I asked in a very quiet voice, "Please promise me you will take my virginity. Please Mike," "I promise," came the gruff reply. 

We lay cuddled side by side for ages. Neither of us wanted to break this spell. I felt as if I had arrived at a crossroads in my life, the one I had been longing for, for as long as I can remember. I knew my wait had been worthwhile. This was exactly where I wanted to be, in my brother's arms, naked.

At last the sun slipped behind the dunes, bringing a chill to the air as the wind was blew in from the sea. I shivered as the heat was drawn from my naked flesh, Mike sat up, telling me to get dressed as it was time to go. We walked hand in hand back to my car.

My heart was singing the most wonderful song, all happiness and thrills. I was going to be Mike's lover and the dream I'd had, for more years than I dare admit, was going to come true.

Driving back home we thought of a plan. We both loved the Lake District and had often gone there with our parents as children, camping in a farmer's field. We would get that old tent out and go to the lakes together, to consummate our love for each other. 

Arriving home was difficult. I wanted to creep into Mike's room when our parents were asleep, but Mike forbade it, saying it was not the right thing to do. If we were caught, it would break mum's heart. She was very strict about sexual things.

The following week seemed to take forever to pass. I was so excited, looking forward to a weekend of lust with my big brother. Monday evening, after work, we rummaged through the store shed and found the tent still in good condition, and the kit that went with it.

Mum and dad thought it was a grand idea to take ourselves off for a weekend, never guessing for one moment what we had in mind. They seemed to be thrilled that I was going to take Mike away for a long weekend, 'Get him out of his depression', my mother said.

Friday came at last. This week seemed to be at least a month long. My car was packed to the roof with all the things we needed for the weekend. Mike had hardly got through the door before I was champing at the bit to be on our way.

I had booked the farmers site by telephone, so were assured of a welcome. I told the farmer that we would be driving up this evening and could be late arriving, as it would be a five hour journey. He was quite happy to leave the gate unlocked for us. 

To try to describe my emotions as we travelled along the motorway would be beyond my ability. My heart kept stopping when I looked across at Mike sitting behind the wheel of my car. His eyes kept sneaking little glances at me every now and then, and my pussy was throbbing like never before. I knew what we were going to do would be wrong, but it didn't feel wrong to me - it felt so right and perfect.




Brotherly Love



Mike stopped for a break at a Little Chef. We had tea and some rather dry sandwiches but nothing could dampen my excitement. I was like a child on her first camping trip; I can't remember how many times I asked how much further it would be.

Mike looked tired, so I offered to drive. When we got back to the car, he let me drive my own car! This was the first time we had been out in it with me at the wheel. Mike let his seat back and dozed off until we got to the last few miles, when I needed him to direct me. I had forgotten the roads we should take as we neared the site.

At long last the familiar gate came into view. My tummy was turning somersaults. What had I done? Would this be as good as I hoped, or was I in for a rude awakening. To get to my age and still be a virgin was so unusual. Could I enjoy it like a teenager?

The tent went up without a hitch and supper was just a cold buffet we had packed before we left home. Then our sleeping bags were rolled out in one bedroom, not two as we had done so many times before, with mum and dad in the third. It was an enormous tent with three separate bedrooms, the old fashioned type with poles all around the outside.

I looked at Mike, wondering how we would get started on this new and exciting phase of our lives. He smiled at me and said, "How long have you waited for this Chrissie?"

"Since I was fourteen," I replied, "I have always wanted to be your girl."

"Why didn't you date other men while waiting for this to happen?" he asked.

"Because I have only ever wanted you," I replied with complete honesty.

"He smiled that so wonderful smile of his and said, "I have been thinking about this all week since last Sunday, and you have tried so many times to get me into your bed haven't you?"

I blushed, as he had at long last realised how hard I had tried to get this to happen. I looked down at the tent floor of green grass, my face flushed bright red, and said, "Yes Mike, but you will never know just how hard I have worked to reach this point, and now I don't know how to get it started."

Mike took me in his arms and kissed me with a very un-brotherly kiss. His tongue searched the deep recesses of my mouth, taking my breath away with the passion of it's strength. I could feel his big man thing pressing against my tummy it was so hard and strong, my belly was pulsing and turning somersaults as it had never done before.

He carried me into the tiny bedroom and laid me down on the sleeping bag, kneeling over me, his kiss never leaving my mouth. My whole body was in complete tune with his and I could almost foretell his next move. I was right, his hand slipped over my titties, feeling the hardness of my nipples.

Tracing the outline of them as they strained against my tee shirt, his thumb rubbed the tip making me gasp for breath. His hand went under my shirt and felt the bare flesh of my tummy. He moved it slowly up until it was resting on my naked tit, his thumb making those rolling circles again.

Oh my god, this was so wonderful. How could I bear such heavenly thrills and not explode? My head was spinning with desire and pure pleasure. Are the pleasure-nerves in my titties connected to those my pussy? I don't know much about anatomy but every time his thumb rolled my nipple round it sent shock waves down to my pussy making it throb harder than ever.

I wanted him to pull my jeans down and play with my pussy but he was quite content to tease my poor little nipple till I wanted to scream "Touch my pussy!" Pushing my hand between us, I gripped his hard thing through his trousers, feeling the thickness of his monster. Could I take that huge thing inside me? Well I was going to try .... and try dammed hard.

Despite all my bravado I was so frightened when I held this huge thing in my hand. I know I took it, all of it, down my throat only last weekend but could I accommodate it in my unused pussy? My heart was beating like a drum, with a mixture of fear and excitement.

His other hand was undoing my belt. The feeling of the pressure being released was so frightening but so thrilling. Then I felt the button undo, followed by the zip being pulled gently down. His other hand was still making my nipple scream with ecstasy. I knew he would find I was wearing an even smaller thong than I had last week because I had bought several more especially for this weekend. They were the tiniest ones I could find. Thank God for Lasenza.

The one I had on tonight was pink .... and so tiny it was nothing more than string. But it was the prettiest string I have even seen, with cute little bows where it joined together. I had never worn anything so daring in my life, but this was like my wedding night and I was the genuine virgin bride.

I could feel him touching my almost bare pussy. His fingers traced the outline of that tiny thong and the thrills it sent through me were so intense, so exciting, so totally sexy. He lifted himself up on his elbow to see what I was wearing. How could a man be so caring? Did he know I had bought that thong just for him. Was he appreciating the gesture?

I know I've been truthful and told you my age, but I felt like a teenager in love, all silly and girly, so happy and so transported to another planet. He made me feel as if I was the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world, as he gazed at my so scantly clad crotch. 

Tearing his eyes from my pussy, he slipped his hands under my tee shirt and took it off with one swift movement. I must have lifted my shoulders up to allow it to come over my head but I don't remember doing so. Then he was between my legs, his face only a few inches away from my pussy.

What was he going to do? I didn't have to wait long to find out as he leaned forward and took the elastic of the thong between his teeth and pulled it from me, with what I can only describe as an animal growl, almost a roar. The thin elastic broke and left me totally naked to his eyes and hands.

Oh! I forgot about his mouth, because I hadn't even thought about oral sex. What happened the weekend before was a shock to me, but this was even more of a surprise. I had never even imagined what a man could do with his tongue to a poor defenceless woman, and believe me I was completely defenceless.

I would have done anything he asked of me without a second's hesitation. Whatever he wanted of me was his for the asking. In fact I wished he would push that huge thing into my mouth like he had done the previous week, because the look on his face afterwards was all the reward I could ever ask for.

As his tongue touched my pussy my entire body arched up to meet him. I pushed myself up for more, not even knowing what he was going to do to me, but his tongue traced around my clitty sending shock waves through me body like nothing I had experienced before. It was the most intensely thrilling and exciting thing that has ever happened to me.

He made himself comfortable and lapped away at my sex giving me wave after wave of the most fantastic pleasure. I wanted him never to stop. It reminded me of an old joke I heard when I was growing up; a boy was touching his girlfriend for the first time. She said 'don't, stop, don't, stop, don't stop, don't stop.'

I hope it conveys the same message written down, as it does spoken, for I didn't ever want him to stop sending those wonderful feelings coursing through my body, making my head feel light, causing me to breathe in short gasps, in response to the thrills he was giving me.

Then suddenly I felt that special feeling that only comes when I play with myself. You know those feelings, ladies, don't you? They start somewhere deep in your toes and travel up your legs, reaching that point where your legs join. Your pussy is throbbing like mad. Then it's as if you've been hit by an express train. The feelings, the ripples of intense pleasure take over your whole body. Well that's what he was doing at this moment.

His clever tongue had made me come so quickly I didn't even know my orgasm was coming, 'till just a few seconds before it hit me. It was so quick. I normally have to rub my clitty for several minutes before I make myself come, but this was just a few seconds and he hadn't stopped. He was driving me so much higher than I had even been before.

I must have lost consciousness for a while, because when I realised where I was, he had tucked my legs over his shoulders. My knees were bent tight into my chest, his trousers were gone and he was just as naked as I was. I could feel his big hard thing touching my pussy, but it felt different, sort of wet and cold. I asked him what was wrong, thinking it was something I had done. He grinned and said "I had to put on a condom to prevent you from getting pregnant."

I felt such a fool not realising he would have to take precautions, but this was, after all, my first time. I was petrified was this going to be more painful than going to the dentist. I really didn't know, but there was one thing I was sure of - it wouldn't be long before I learned.

Mike was leaning over me like he was doing a press-up. His hands either side of my head, his toes supporting the rest of his body. He said "You must guide it in for me." Reaching between our bodies I felt the size of this thing and wondered again if I could take it, but still I made sure it was pointing in the right direction and, with a slight pressure of his hips, it entered me.

Of course I have played with different objects. Never had a dildo, but used all sorts of other things to thrill myself. If I thought, at the time, some of them were big, this was ten times the size of anything I had ever inserted into my pussy.

He pushed a little more and I felt as if I was filled to bursting. However I still had my little hand around his cock and it wasn't half way in yet. The fear and trepidation swept over me again as he pressed a little harder. Still my hand was preventing it all going in.

What would happen when I let go of it, giving him the opportunity to push it right home? Would it split me in two? The pain was not unbearable but it was certainly a factor. There was something else that was frightening me, it was the strange feeling of being so near another climax. How on earth could he make me want to come with just half of his cock inside me?

It was different to any climax I had experienced before. It was coming directly from my pussy .... not the slow building from my toes as usual but more direct, like he was forcing me to come from my pussy. He said "Are you alright Chrissie?" as he pushed a little more into me. My hand seemed to open of its own accord, leaving me so vulnerable to his huge cock. 

I murmured something totally unintelligible in reply to his question. Even I don't know what I said, but he took it as a "yes" because he pressed more of that monster thing into me, filling me to a point where I was sure he was going to tear me apart. But he didn't stop, just kept pushing more and more into me, not hard but insistently, slowly but surely filling me more and more till I felt his rough pubic hair tickling my naked mons.

By this time, I was starting to come in the strangest of ways. It was not the usual quick peak but a slow creeping feeling that seemed to take over my whole body, making me push myself up to meet him. I knew I had too much already but he took this as another "yes" and plunged the last few millimetres right home.

This took me over the top, crashing into the most intense orgasm I had ever had. My eyes were wide open but I couldn't see a thing. Everything was blurred and going round in circles. My mind was off on a trip of its own; in fact I fainted again with pure lust. This was my first sex orientated climax. It's a good job we were alone in that field, as anyone passing nearby might have thought I was being murdered.

As I came out of this orgasmic bliss he was pumping his cock into me. Not fast, as I had imagined he would, but long slow strokes - almost taking it out then pushing right back in, making me cry out with mixed pain and lust. It did hurt, but not as much as I feared, and the thrill it was giving me was worth a hundred times as much pain as this.

He kept this up for ten minutes or so, just pumping me slowly. Then he suddenly pulled it out and said "Turn over." Oh no! He wanted to bugger me. I have always thought this was the most disgusting thing two people could do to each other, but, like I said, I was under his spell. I would do whatever he told me to without question.

I turned over, his big strong hands tucked under my tummy, lifting me to a kneeling position. I knew he was going to put it in my bum but I just couldn't tell him not to. It was quite a surprise when he pushed it back into my pussy, I didn't know it could be done like this. Ok, I'm so bloody naïve, but I can't help being a thirty something virgin, with only the bookish knowledge of sexual matters. 

His big hands gripped my hips as he powered that huge thing up me again, filling me even more in this position. He was reaching parts that I didn't know I had, but loved finding out about. There was one particular bit he touched when he was right up inside me. It felt like he was entering my womb. I don't know what it was, but it was absolutely fantastic. 

His long strong strokes increased in tempo, his fingers biting into the flesh around my hips as he pulled me back to meet his urgent thrusts. I was about to come again, but wanted to feel this wonderful experience, not faint and miss even a second of this fantastic lovemaking.

I tried so hard not to come because I knew it would make me swoon. But try as I did, it was inevitable, the feeling deep inside my pussy was so strong I just couldn't deny it any longer; I felt as if my entire tummy was upside down, just rolling over and over like a hamster in one of those silly balls.

Then it hit me. I screamed, as the force of the climax seared through my body, taking my breath away as it tore from my pussy upwards into my head. I tried so hard not to faint but it was going to happen whatever I did. Nothing had ever felt so totally consuming as my brother's lovemaking.

I came to after a few seconds - just in time to feel him slow down and then push with all his considerable strength. Holding me tight to his body he erupted deep inside me. Despite the condom I felt his cock spurt several strong pulses inside me. In fact I thought the condom must have burst from the frenetic love he had given me.

After a few moments he released his grip on my hips and I fell forward onto the sleeping bag, exhausted and very happy. At last I was no longer the oldest virgin in town, and my virginity had been taken by the one man I had loved from my earliest memories. 

Other than collecting vital supplies, food and more condoms, we spent the whole weekend in that tent. Mike even had to make a crack about being there with good intent. Not very funny, but I didn't care so long as he made love to me every time he got an erection, and I did everything in my rather limited knowledge to make him hard as often as I could.

I would like to tell you just how many times we had sex that weekend but I really can't remember. I only know we got through all the condoms Mike brought with him and three more packets from the store in the local village. The shop keeper gave us a strange look the third time we went in for more supplies.

Back home now and it's not so easy to find places where we can get together, so Mike bought an old camper van - just a two berth VW. It gets a lot of use I can assure you, and we are the happiest brother and sister in the whole wide world.

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My grateful thanks to "Grumpyg" for his considerable skills in editing this story for me, I will look forward to your comments, hope you like this story as much as I did living it.



Brotherly Love



I pulled up in our driveway after a long week of college. It was my sophomore year in college and classes were a bitch now that the intro classes were out of the way. I always look forward to going home on the weekends, but this one was particularly special.

I walked in the door and saw my little brother eating a bowl of ice cream. He had his back to me so he didn't know I was here yet.

"Hey, Kyle."

Kyle spun around and the instant he saw me a big grin filled his face. He always looked so happy to see me. It has been that way since I could remember. Kyle and I have always had this special bond between us. I often felt bad for my older brother because we never have been as close to him as we have been to each other. I don't think Kyle and I have ever even had a fight.

If anyone was to say Kyle was anything but gorgeous, they would need to be admitted to an asylum. He had a baby face with black hair on top and emerald green eyes. His skin was soft and hairless. He had a short, lean body that he dressed with nothing but name brand clothing. To sum things up, he was attractive enough to make male models look like dogs.

I am also attractive, but not quite as attractive as Kyle. I have dark brown hair and blue eyes. I have a tall, muscular build and have a hairy body.

"You need to come home more often, Robbie."

My name is Robert. I also go by Rob, but if anybody tries calling me Bob or Bobby, they will get a knuckle sandwich. Kyle is the only person I let call me Robbie, but that's because it wouldn't be as special to me if other people started calling me that.

"I come home every weekend."

"That is not often enough. It is only an hour away. Why don't you come home more often?"

Kyle probably adores me almost as much as I adore him. He always gives me a hard time for being gone all the time. I even talk to him everyday on the phone for at least an hour but it still doesn't even seem to satisfy him.

I walked up to him and gave him a bear hug. He started laughing, like I knew he would.

I let him go. "Sorry I couldn't make it to your birthday party yesterday. But we have all weekend to make up for it. Let's head out." 

Kyle and I were actually going to go gambling tonight and tomorrow night. I let Kyle make the reservations at the hotel for the weekend.

After we got all our luggage packed up and loaded into the vehicle, we drove to the hotel. When we got the hotel, we went and got our key and went into our room. I was kind of surprised at seeing how small it was, especially since it only had one bed. Kyle didn't seem the least bit surprised and just smiled about the room.

"Are you ready to go gambling, Robbie?"

"I sure am. Let's go."

The casino was in no way small. It was really crowded despite its large size. Kyle and I started playing the slot machines and he won big almost instantly.

We played for a few hours, and I was about to pull the crank when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked over and his bucket of money was gone. He must have already cashed in. "I am already kind of tired. Is it alright if we just head back to the hotel?"

"Yeah, I guess. I might as well stop while I am ahead."

We didn't say much on the way back. He seemed to be in deep thought for some reason. I just shrugged to myself and opened the door to the room. He followed me in and went straight for his suitcase. He grabbed his toothbrush and pajamas and went into the bathroom, still not saying a word. When he came out of the bathroom, I brushed my teeth and got into my pajamas as well.

When I got out of the bathroom, he was on the right side of the bed. I crawled into the left side and shut the light off. The bedroom should have been dark but the lights outside were bright so everything in the room was visible, including Kyle. What a crappy hotel room.

"Robbie?"

"Yeah?"

"It is really hot in here. Do you mind if I take my shirt off?"

This question surprised me. We both grew up in a very conservative family and our mother would absolutely freak out if she saw somebody not wearing a shirt. According to her, the only times you have your shirt off are when you are bathing, swimming, or changing clothes. No exceptions. She would ground us if she ever caught us without one on. Even if it was to sleep in a room completely by yourself. Now do I mind if Kyle doesn't wear a shirt to cover his hot body?

"No."

He took his shirt off and grinned at me, "Don't tell Mom."

I glanced over and leisurely took the sight of my brother's naked chest and stomach in. It was perfectly smooth. I resisted the urge to reach out and stroke it.

A few minutes passed by and I felt him squirming on the other side of the bed.

"What's wrong, Kyle?"

"I'm still pretty warm. Do you mind if I wear only my boxers?"

"No. But I am getting warm too, so I get to be in boxers only, as well, okay?"

I lied to him. I wasn't warm at all. I just thought it would be really hot if both of us slept together wearing nothing but our boxers. Just the thought started to stir my cock.

We both stripped down to our boxers. I intentionally looked away to see if he was going to be staring at me and when I quickly turned back I caught him, eyes glued to my body. When he realized I knew he was looking at me, he quickly turned the other way.

I felt him creep inch by inch closer to me. When I looked in his direction, we were face to face.

"Please don't say no."

"What?"

"Please let me, Robbie."

"Kyle, you are not making any sense."

Without warning, he leaned and kissed me. I was completely caught off guard, but I did not want to scare him away so I remained still. He started probing his tongue, trying to gain access to my mouth. I let him in and he started massaging my tongue with his. I started kissing him back. I pulled away.

"No, Robbie, please don't freak. I don't think I would be able to handle it. Listen to me."

I remained silent.

"I am in love with you, Robbie. I have wanted you for so many years now. I wanted this for so long but I was so scared. I have spent countless nights lying awake thinking about you. Fantasizing about you. About things that I want to do to your body, and about things I want you to do to mine. I would do absolutely anything for you. Anything you want me to do to your body, I will do. Anything you want to do to my body, I will let you do. I hate it when you leave for four or five days in a row. It is too long without you."

He had tears in his beautiful eyes, which put tears into mine.

"Kyle, I feel the same way about you. I would have never done anything with you when you were a minor, but now you are no longer a child. What do you say to satisfying our needs tonight?"

I leaned in and gave him a passionate kiss. I broke the kiss. "You said anything, right," I asked with a smirk.

He nodded. "Heart, body, and soul, I am yours."

I reached around him and slid my hands down his back. I lowered my hands under his boxers and cupped his smooth, perfect ass.

"You have an amazing ass. I want you to do something for me."

"Anything you want, Robbie."

"Suck my cock."

He positioned himself between my legs and lowered my boxers. My nine inch erection sprang out.

"Holy crap! That is a big cock! I wish mine was that big."

"Get to work," I said teasingly.

He lowered the boxers and I kicked them off. He grabbed a hold of my cock and I let out a moan.

"I have had many fantasies about what I am about to do. I hope you like it."

He stroked my cock a few more times. He then lowered his head and licked the head. He then licked the slit and then started kissing my cock all over the place.

I was in pure ecstasy. He started kissing my balls and then began sucking on them, one at a time.

"Jesus, Kyle."

"I don't think he has anything to do with what I am doing right now."

He slowly licked his way up, starting from the base and up to the top. He then took me down as far as he could go. I screamed. He kept on sliding his mouth back and forth, up and down. He took me out of his mouth and lowered his mouth to my base again. This time he dragged his lower lip when going back up. I have never received a blowjob like this before.

"That's enough, Kyle. I want you to ride my cock."

Kyle disappeared all of a sudden. I wondered what he was up to. He came back naked with a bottle of lube in his hand. He squirted some on his hand and then rubbed some on his hole, inserting a finger to make sure it goes in smoothly.

He came back and positioned himself above me. I had a nice view of his erect cock. It was the perfect cock if you ask me.

"I have never done this before so I have to go slowly at first, okay?"

"Take your time."

He placed my cock so it was touching his entrance. He slowly slid the head of it in. He waited a second, then went down inch by inch, very slowly.

He finally got down to the base. He slid himself slowly up my shaft, then came slowly back down. He repeated this several times, going just a little faster each time. Now he was at a steady pace, riding my cock. It felt good having that hot velvet sliding on my cock.

"Oh God, that feels good Robbie. It hurt at first but now it is incredible. I absolutely love your cock. I am going to ride it until you pour that wonderful seed into me."

He kept on riding and started going faster and it started to make a loud smack noise. His cock was flailing all over the place from the constant motion.

"Oh Robbie, Robbie, Robbie, Robbie, yes, yes, Robbie, Robbie, Robbie!"

He continued repeating my name over and over again, his head tipped back in ecstasy. I felt that familiar feeling the comes right before my cock erupts. I felt my seed come pouring out while I am in complete pleasure. Kyle rode me for another few seconds and then slipped out of me.

I looked at his boner and asked, "Want a hand with that?"

He grinned that cute grin of his, "Sure."

I grabbed a hold of his cock and started pumping away. It only took a few strokes before he came. He sprayed his seed all over my hand and chest.

When he finished his orgasm, I licked his seed off my fingers and he began licking it off my chest. When we were finished with the delicious task, we just held on to each other.

"Good night, Robbie."

"Good night, Kyle." And we fell asleep.