6 comments/ 316281 views/ 163 favorites Not My Brother! Ch. 01 By: Foreboding Eva glanced at the rearview mirror and saw her eighteen-year-old pimple-faced brother stretched out in the back of their father's Cadillac, asleep. She and her boyfriend, Devon, had just returned from a weekend at the beach and since his old truck couldn't handle the three-hour drive, she'd needed her father's car and he'd insisted she take her brother, Jeff. It wasn't that they didn't get along, but she'd wanted some alone time with her boyfriend who traveled extensively as a pharmaceutical salesman. Jeff had put a damper on their sexual exploits, causing Devon to pout a bit. Eva caught her reflection in the mirror and noticed her flushed cheeks and bright blue eyes. Even though they'd made love just a few hours before she was still horny. Devon was a good guy, but his dick was only about six inches long and not very wide. Plus, he usually finished before she did, leaving her unfulfilled. Eva brushed her blond locks off her forehead and blasted the air conditioner. She just wanted to get home and take care of her little problem herself. She'd come to enjoy playing with her 32D sized breasts and fucking herself to a mind-blowing orgasm with her nine-inch dildo. Getting hot just thinking about it, Eva decided to stop at the gas station up ahead and grab a bottle of water. Might as well fill the tank, too, she thought. It was near dark and they were in some redneck part of Florida—having left Devon to catch a flight to California—so the faster they got out of the area the better. Taking a quick left, she sped up to the pump, cutting off a guy in a pickup truck. He pressed on the horn and she threw up a middle finger. Redneck! Jeff never moved, so she climbed out of the car to pump the gas. She heard a door slam as she swiped her daddy's credit card but didn't pay any attention. Before she could reach the handle, someone grabbed a fistful of her hair and she fell back into a strong muscular chest. "You didn't think you'd get away with that did you? You city bitches think you're better than us 'rednecks', don't you?" "Of course not!" Eva stammered, rearing back in pain as his hold tightened. She felt the thick cord of his dick against her back and her belly quivered. Oh, God. Please don't let him hurt me," she prayed. "Look at you rubbing that ass against my dick, you slut." Eva realized in horror that her hips were rotating against his crotch. He was much bigger than the dildo she'd bought a year ago and the thought of being taken by something nearly double the size was making her pussy drip with need. "Well, I don't like no city bitches. Who's that in the car, your boyfriend? Maybe he'd like to take a gander at you. I know I'd enjoy watching." He pinned her down on the trunk of her daddy's car and held her easily despite her struggle. "No! It's my brother. Please don't let him see me like this!" "You're brother, eh?" Redneck banged on the back door and seconds later her brother sleepily emerged. Jeff's eyes nearly bulged in his sockets when he saw the big, dark-haired stranger forcing his sister onto the car. "Hey, mister, you'd better let my sister go." "I have a better idea." Jeff started to leap toward the guy but he quickly pulled out a pocketknife and held it against Eva's throat. "What were you saying, kid?" "Could you please let my sister go? We'll give you whatever you want, money, the car. Just let her go." "I don't want any of those. I just want to teach your sister a little lesson here. You see, she thinks she's better than us here folk, and I'm about to prove her wrong." Redneck drew the knife down the length of her body to her short barely-covered-her-ass -skirt, and hiked it up a bit. "Like a taste?" he asked Jeff. "Nah, man! That's disgusting! She's my sister!" He cut away her panties, which fell to the ground soaked with her pussy juice. Eva noticed the way Jeff's eyes roved over legs. So did Redneck by his sinister chuckle. "Your sister has an ass that could turn on any man. Take a look." Redneck pushed her skirt up exposing her to Jeff and anyone else who might happen by. Tears began to leak from Eva's eyes. Was this freak going to make her own brother rape her? She could see the bulge in Jeff's pants. Three years younger than her, she'd always thought of him as a scrawny kid but his dick was longer and thicker than Devon's. "You have five seconds to make a decision. Fuck her or I cut her." Jeff looked at Eva with a mixture of horror, desire, and confusion in his eyes. He didn't know what to do and while she didn't want to die she didn't want her brother to fuck her either. With one second left, Jeff approached her slowly. He looked like he was about to lunge for Redneck but the guy, anticipating the move, stepped behind the trunk and placed the blade against her throat. Jeff's shoulders slumped in defeat and he moved toward her. He reached to unzip his jeans but Redneck stopped him. "You either a sissy or a virgin. " Jeff's cheeks turned bright red. "I ain't no fucking sissy!" Eva's gaze met his chagrined one. Her brother was still a virgin! She began to struggle and Redneck slammed her head into the car and she closed her eyes in pain. "Man, the best lovin' comes when you think only of your partner's needs. You got to make love to her long before you slip that dick in that hole." Redneck sighed impatiently at Jeff's hesitation. "Rub her ass, guy. Slowly." Jeff touched her gently at first but his strokes grew bolder as Redneck encouraged him. "Raise her shirt up and look at that nice indention between her back and ass. Nice, aint it?" Jeff followed the curve of her spine and then trailed his fingers to the spot Redneck had suggested. Eva's skin was hot with shame and desire. She couldn't understand how her little brother could make her body burn with need. "Touch her tits," Redneck commanded, yanking her up by her hair. Eva cried out in pain. "Don't hurt her!" Jeff yelled. Redneck yanked her hair again to prove he was in control and Jeff quickly cupped his hand around each mound. "Notice how your sister ain't wearing no bra? That proves she's a slut. I'd bet her nipples are tight. Feel her pussy. See if it's wet." Jeff slipped his fingers between her pussy lips and the sloshing sound of her juices was mortifying. Her body couldn't be responding to her brother. It had to be the situation. Fear! She'd read in a magazine that a heightened level of fear could be mistaken for arousal. "It's wet," Jeff confirmed. Redneck laughed and her body flushed with heat. "That means she likes what you're doing to her. Tell him you like it, bitch." "I like what you're doing to me, Jeff." "And?" Redneck prompted. "I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me." Eva spoke the words woodenly, refusing to let Redneck know how turned on she was. Her body was only responding to a man's touch, not her brothers, she admitted, giving up her silent argument about fear and arousal. A brother and sister should never have sex. It was a sin. "Right now she's sayin' want she thinks I want to hear. Pretty soon she'll say it because she wants you. Play with her clit. That always does the trick." Jeff's touch was no longer tentative or unsure as he scooped up her pussy juice with his finger and began rubbing her clit. The circling motion left her weak and confused as she pressed to meet his touch. Redneck laughed. "Now just tease her until she begs for it. Rub it. Pinch it. Flick it with the tip of your finger. Back and forth, gently at first and then add pressure. Slowly. Grind her ass. Let her feel how badly you want to fuck her. You do want to fuck your sister right?" "Yes," Jeff said through his teeth as he pressed his dick against her. "You've dreamed about this moment, haven't you?" "Yes," Jeff hissed. "Had some wet dreams? I bet you've even peeked into her bedroom as she fucked herself off." Jeff didn't respond and Redneck slid the blade across her throat. "Yes. Yes," Jeff moaned. He pulled back to release his dick and the sight of the huge, bulging muscle made her mouth water. He kicked her legs apart with his knee and buried himself deep within in one smooth motion. Gripping her hips with both hands, Jeff fucked her harder than she had ever been fucked. She tumbled over the edge quickly, panting and milking him so hard it hurt. She heard herself moaning with pleasure but couldn't stop. Jeff wasn't done, however, and as he continued to pound into her, another orgasm began to build. "Man are you two putting on a show! Sure you've never done this before? Okay, now pull out just to the tip and wait for the bitch to beg." Eva lay against the car trembling, determined to never give Redneck the satisfaction. The southern heat hadn't let up despite the darkening skies and she could feel sweat gathering between her breasts and on her back. Jeff's ragged breathing matched the frantic beat of her heart. His dick was so close. All she had to do was lean back... "No way, darlin'," Redneck said. "Beg." Jeff slipped a hand beneath her and began to play with her clit again. Eva bucked against his hand and his dick slipped inside her pussy. He yanked back and before she realized it she was pleading for release. "Please, Jeff. Please fuck me. I need to cum." Jeff didn't wait for Redneck's approval but again filled her so deeply she could feel his balls slapping against her. Pleasure spread through her body and she didn't care anymore about her pride or her sin. She just wanted to cum. Jeff was grunting and she could feel sweat from his forehead dropping onto her back. His dick began to pulse and she knew he was about to cum. She relished it and wanted so desperately to feel his seed shoot into her hole. Suddenly she felt the throbbing in his dick lessen and realized he'd successfully resisted his release. Pressing her hands against the car she leaned up and spread her legs even farther apart. That was when she realized Redneck was gone. "Jeff! He's gone! You can stop." Jeff grunted and kept fucking her. She started to resist and he slammed her upper body against the car. He leaned over her and whispered in her ear. "You feel so good, Eva. I like the way your pussy clenches around my dick when you cum. Cum for me Eva," he panted. "Please, Sissy." Not My Brother! Ch. 02 Eva was curled into a tight ball in the backseat with her eyes squeezed shut, her pussy clinching despite her best efforts to force her body under control. How could she have cum with her brother fucking her? But she had. As soon as he'd asked her to cum for him the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced washed over and through her. Moaning in pleasure, she'd rocked against him, her pussy gripping and milking him of every drop of his spunk. Redneck had long been gone so she couldn't even blame him. Afterward, she 'd crumbled to the ground weak and trembling. She'd heard the sound of Jeff's zipper and panicked thinking he was going to take her again but quickly realized he was fastening his jeans. He'd bent down on one knee and when their gazes met, he looked shocked and confused. Her mother had left the family when Eva was five and as far back as she could remember she'd taken care of Jeff, but there was no way she could've have comforted him in that moment. Eva's breathing became hectic, erratic. The sound swelled in her ears like the waves of an ocean. What she would give to be back at the beach with Devon! When were they going to get home? Eva must have blacked out or dozed off but she knew the moment they entered their neighborhood. It wasn't the best area in town but she'd always felt safe. Her daddy was the best a girl could ask for. Eva felt the car slow and turn left into the driveway. Jeff cut the engine but neither of them moved to exit the vehicle. She heard a shuffling sound and then Jeff said, "Sissy—?" The sound of Jeff's voice made her skin crawl. In one swift movement Eva leaped up, opened the door, and jumped out. She took off running for the house with Jeff's calls dogging her. Eva snatched her keys from her purse as she ran. She had to jab at the small keyhole several times before the key finally slipped inside. Unlocking the door, she hurried inside and headed straight for the stairs. She wanted to get beneath a hot shower and wash this whole day away. Daddy emerged from the office, and she nearly jumped out of her skin. He usually spent his evenings in the den watching movies. "Hey, honey. You and Jeff made good time. I wasn't expecting you for another hour." "Hi, daddy." She didn't kiss him as she normally did, afraid she reeked of cum and cream. Her father's left eyebrow rose and he seemed disappointed as she eased toward the stairs. The door opened and Jeff bolted inside. His eyes were wild and desperate and when their gazes met she flushed with humiliation. "I'm going to take a shower, daddy," Eva said into the awkward silence. "I'll be down in a bit." Eva almost ran up the steps. She could hear Jeff and daddy talking but couldn't make out what they were saying until daddy laughed. "You two at it again, huh? She likes to ride you hard but that's just because she loves you." Eva almost tripped up the steps. What did he mean by that? Dinner was probably going to be awkward, Eva admitted to herself. A scalding shower had left her skin raw but still burning with shame. She didn't want to be in the same room with Jeff, let alone across from him at their small kitchen table. Neither of the men was around as she slipped downstairs and into the kitchen. Given the late hour, Eva decided to cook pepper steak with rice and salad. Her father had insisted she take home economics in middle school and once she'd learned how to cook, he'd told her it was her responsibility to cook and serve the men. She hadn't argued and had actually come to enjoy cooking. She also washed their clothes and generally took care of the house. When Jeff had turned twelve he'd told her he could clean his own room but daddy was always pleased when he came home to a clean house and bedroom. The aroma must have drawn the two men because they came in together. Daddy looked happy and relaxed while Jeff appeared agitated. He didn't look at her as he claimed his usual chair. Eva prepared daddy's plate, and then her own. As she started to sit down, daddy frowned at her. "Aren't you going to fix your brother's plate?" "I can do—" "He's old enough—" She and Jeff spoke at the same time and both broke off at their father's frown. Sighing, Eva handed Jeff her plate and then filled a third plate with less food than she normally did. Suddenly her stomach was beginning to churn. "What's going on between you two?" daddy demanded. Eva jumped at his booming voice. "Nothing daddy. It was a long drive and I'm pretty tired. Is it okay if I eat in my room?" "We're family, Eva. We eat together." "Sorry, daddy," she murmured. Apparently satisfied by her apology, daddy relaxed and smiled. He pretty much carried the conversation as she tried to eat and Jeff stuffed his mouth. Swallowing his glass of water in three quick gulps he jumped up and said, "That was good, Sissy. I'm going to head up, dad. Stretch out a bit after that long drive." "Sure, son. I'll see you in the morning." Jeff was gone before daddy could complete his statement. Eva picked up Jeff's plate and carried both to the sink. Returning to the table, she sat down and waited for her father to finish his meal. He didn't like her to clean the kitchen while he was eating. "I've asked you once what's going on between you and Jeff, and I won't ask again. I do, however, expect you to make things right." "Why me?" she demanded, and in the process inadvertently admitted that something was going on. "You're the oldest Eva. It's your responsibility." Even shook her head. "I disagree." "You do not disagree with your father. You do what your father tells you to do. I want you to clean the kitchen, and then I want you to talk to your brother." Eva released a shaky breath. She had never defied her father before, but he didn't know what he was asking her to do. "Do you understand me, Eva?" "Yes, daddy." Eva stared at the table as daddy took a long time finishing his food and then eating a piece of the apple pie she'd baked before she and Jeff left Friday morning. When daddy finally stood, her stomach began to churn again. He kissed her on the cheek and said, "Dinner was delicious as always. Thanks." He left and Eva pushed herself to her feet. As she debated defying her father, she cleaned the entire kitchen, including sweeping and mopping the floor. The latter wasn't a delaying tactic. Daddy required it. As Eva put the mop and bucket away, she began to fume. She wasn't a kid anymore. She was twenty-one years old. In another year she would graduate from college, get a job, and move into her own apartment. She was grown enough to make her own decisions, and she wasn't going to talk to Jeff. Not tonight. Not ever. Turning off the light, Eva trudged down the hallway toward the stairs. She could hear the TV in the den. Daddy would probably doze off as he normally did, so he'd never know. Eva took the stairs two at a time and was rounding the corner when she saw daddy come out of his bedroom. No! she lamented silently. Why wasn't he downstairs watching a movie? He tipped his head toward Jeff's door and Eva reluctantly crossed the hallway. She knocked on the door, and then glanced over to see if daddy had gone back in his room. Of course he hadn't. "Jeff, could you open the door, please. I'd like to talk to you." He didn't respond and daddy shrugged his shoulder. "He's probably asleep. Try again tomorrow, okay?" "Okay, daddy." Eva turned toward her bedroom, relieved that she'd gotten out of that tricky spot. Tomorrow she would tell daddy she'd talked to Jeff and everything was okay. He'd never know. Eva woke early the next morning and decided to go for a brisk walk before heading over to the campus. She'd wanted to live on campus but daddy couldn't afford it as a construction foreman, and he hadn't wanted her to work because he thought her grades would suffer. As she rounded the corner toward the house, she noticed that Jeff's car was gone. Daddy had bought him a used car for his graduation gift. He'd had the diamond from her mother's engagement ring put on a gold necklace for her gift. She would've preferred a car. Eva jogged up the porch steps and unlocked the door with her key. As usual, she headed toward the kitchen. A glass of ice water was sitting on the counter and a pool of condensation had settled around it. A damp note lay beside it. Don't forget to talk to Jeff. Enjoy! Leaving the note and skipping the bribe, Eva headed upstairs to her room. She knew how important family was to her father, but she wasn't backing down again. Eva grabbed her towel and headed for the bathroom. She only had about an hour before her first class of the day, and she didn't want to be late. They all shared the one full bath and usually she knocked but since daddy and Jeff were gone, she strolled in without a second thought. The bathroom was still foggy so Jeff must've just left—" "Hey, who opened the door? It's cold!" Jeff pushed the curtain aside as Eva spun to her right. Her gaze shot to his, and then dropped to his feet before shooting back to his crotch. Even as she watched, his body swelled and hardened. Shaking her head, Eva forced her eyes to the floor and started backing out of the bathroom. "Sorry, Jeff. I thought you and daddy...were gone." Eva ran into her room and slammed the door behind her. Pressing her fingers into her eyes, she tried to blot of the vision of Jeff's dick. It wasn't as big as she'd imagined yesterday. Of course, she had been scared out of her mind with a knife against her throat. But she shouldn't be thinking about the size of her brother's dick! Eva lowered her hands to her sides and waited for her vision to clear. She glanced at the clock and realized she wouldn't have time to take a shower since Jeff was in the bathroom. She'd just have to clean off as best she could in the half-bath downstairs. Wrapping the towel around her, Eva struggled out of her clothes. Yesterday, she'd search every inch of this room for a peephole. She didn't know if Jeff had watched her masturbate, or if he'd just said what he thought Redneck wanted to hear. Either way, the thought of her brother jerking off as he watched her made her feel sick. Her bedroom door swung open and Eva spun around and stumbled as her feet tangled in her shorts and panties. "Jeff! Get out of here. I'm getting undressed." Jeff didn't move but just stood there with his towel wrapped around his waist, his chest glistening with beads of water. "I just wanted to tell you I was done, the bathroom's all yours." "Thanks." Eva couldn't help but notice the tent in Jeff's towel. She swallowed, hard. Jeff moved toward her like a zombie compelled against his will. "Why are you hiding your beautiful body from me?" "I'm not. I'm getting undressed." Jeff reached for the towel and Eva gripped the material in both fists. She stumbled again and her towel fell to the floor as she grabbed the bedpost. Somehow she managed to stay upright, but she was completely naked. Jeff didn't pause as his eyes followed every inch of her curves before meeting her gaze. She reached for her towel, and he kicked it away. "Listen, Jeff," she said, trying to cover her breasts and pussy with her hands, and failing miserably. "I'm sorry about yesterday. It was my fault. I made that guy mad but what he made us do...it was wrong. You're my brother, and I'm you're sister. Brothers and sisters don't do that together." "It didn't feel wrong, Sissy." Jeff cupped her breasts in his hands and brushed his thumbs across her nipples until they hardened. "See, you do like it when I touch you." "Please, Jeff. Please stop." Her plea was ragged, desperate. She tried to move but he had her pinned against the bedpost. Jeff sucked on each of her nipples before trailing a blaze of hot, moist kisses up her chest, to her neck, and finally her lips. Eva kept her lips firmly shut. Devon rarely kissed her, and when he did relent he only gave her a quick peck. After three years, she was convinced she couldn't kiss. But Jeff was relentless, slow and gentle as he tried to work his way between her lips. His hands were back to kneading her breasts and the double assault was weakening her. "Kiss me, Sissy," he whispered against her lips. "It's not right—" Jeff slipped his tongue into Eva's mouth and deepened the kiss. Sweet sensations overwhelmed her, leaving her unable to think. Part of her wanted to push Jeff away, to run. Another part of her, the stronger part, kept her rooted to the floor. Eva closed her eyes and gave herself over to those sensations. She heard a moan, and realized it had come from her. Then she did the unthinkable. She began to kiss Jeff back. Eva's heart was pounding so hard she couldn't breathe. She felt like she was drowning and grabbed Jeff's shoulders to keep from going under. "Please, Jeff. Please. Stop." Ignoring her pleas, Jeff gently pushed Eva onto her back. She closed her legs but that didn't stop him. He teased the blond hair lightly covering her apex until her legs trembled open. Her hips rose to meet his fingers, inviting his touch. Eva didn't resist as Jeff propped her feet against he the headboard, forcing her legs even farther apart. Still combing his fingers through her hair, he gently massaged her pussy lips, opening and closing them in a circle motion. She felt his finger glide down the inside of each lip and then back up. He pressed her clit and her body jerked. He played with her clit for a long time, touching, flicking, pinching. She didn't like being pinched and Jeff appeared to realize that because he didn't do it again. He kissed and licked her clit as if she were trying to figure out what brought her the most pleasure. She dropped her knees, silently pleading for more, and he didn't disappoint. Devon had never gone down on her, but Jeff couldn't seem to pull away. Just when Eva didn't think she could take so much concentrated effort on her clit, Jeff moved to her wet hole. He spread her pussy lips wide and seemed to study every part of her. He probed her sensitive spots until she was practically gushing cream. She wanted to tell Jeff to stop but couldn't form the words. This was so wrong. Jeff slid a finger into gaping hole and Eva clenched her body. He used his other hand to massage her and play with her clit until she relaxed. He slipped a second finger inside and Eva found herself rotating her lips in complete ecstasy. Her breathing grew shallow and a liquid warmth spread throughout her body. Pressure surged through her pussy, a mix of pleasure and pain. The scent of sex filled her nostrils. "I'm almost there, Jeff. I—" Jeff removed his fingers and Eva cried out. Her body was shaking uncontrollably as she slipped her fingers between her legs. She had to cum. She didn't care who was watching. Jeff pushed her hand away and Eva tried to hit him. He blocked her pussy with his knee and said, "Take my towel off." "No!" Jeff grabbed her hands and pinned them to the mattress above her head. "The only way you're going to cum is if you take my towel off. You want this, Sissy, and I'm not going to let you tell yourself this is rape. You want me to fuck you." "I don't." "Then why are you grinding against my knee?" Eva's body burned with shame as she realized what she was doing. Was she a slut like Redneck had said? What kind of person wanted to fuck her own brother? "You don't like it rough like that guy said. You're not a slut." Jeff moved his knee, and then shifted her wrists into his left hands. He used his right hand to play with her clit until her body began to quiver again. Jeff skillfully brought her close to an orgasm three more times before she finally gave in. Her body had long given in but her mind had resisted until her thoughts had become a jumbled mess, and she no longer knew right from wrong. As if Jeff sensed her defeat, he released her hands and straightened up so Eva could remove his towel. His dick was hard and pulsating. As if she were in a trance she raised her hands to touch him. His skin was silky and hot, taut. Before she realized what she was doing, Eva lowered her mouth to his tip and circled it with her tongue. His dick jerked and she almost loss hold of it. When Jeff didn't stop her, she slowly drew him into her mouth. His dick was the perfect size and texture. Big, but not too big. Both hard and soft. Though she'd wanted to, she'd never tasted semen. Jeff's was warm and salty. Eva sucked hard, trying to get more. Suddenly, Jeff groaned and grabbed the sides of her head and fucked her gently, but deeply, until he hit her gag reflex. Instantly pulling away, Jeff lowered Eva to the bed and climbed on top of her. She thought—hoped?—he'd take her immediately, before she remembered how absolutely wrong this was. Instead he kissed her. Eva was beyond resisting now and opened her mouth beneath his. He used his thumbs to massage her temples, and she groaned deep in her throat. He moved into her scalp and down the back of her neck to her shoulders without ever releasing her lips. Eva was putty in his hands at this point. Just when she thought this delicious torture would never end, Jeff lifted himself up and looked directly into her eyes as he plunged into her. Eva came immediately, panting and groaning. "Oh! Mmm. Feels...good. Jeff! Jeff, please. Please!" "Please what?" "Harder." "No, you don't like it hard." She didn't? she thought confused. "It'll hurt and you don't like pain. I don't want to hurt you." Tears began to leak from Eva's eyes. Why wasn't Devon this sensitive to her needs? Eva had a couple of powerful orgasms and thought with some disappointment that Jeff was about to cum and this intense pleasure would end. Then he raised her legs over his lower back and hit her g-spot. Eva almost screamed at the intense pleasure. Her mind emptied of everything except the pleasure she was experiencing. Another orgasm hit and Jeff knew just how to touch her to keep her there. It just went on and on until it was beginning to hurt. "Jeff—" "I know. Relax. I'm not going to hurt you." Jeff shifted again and began to bring her down. That was when she felt him pulsating in her and heard him moaning. "Are you okay, Sissy?" "Yeah," she murmured. Spent, Jeff dropped on top of her. Eva's eyelids grew heavy and she dozed off. Sometime later, she felt Devon move off of her and then cover her with a light blanket. He kissed her deeply and she sighed against his lips. Wait, Devon never kissed her like that.... Not My Brother! Ch. 03 Eva woke with a start and glanced around. Where was Devon? Pressing her hands to her face she fell back on her pillow. Devon wasn't here. He was in Florida for the week. She glanced at the clock and jumped up. Oh, no! She'd missed her first class of the day and would miss the next one if she didn't hurry up. Eva threw the covers back and that was when she realized she was naked. Naked? What—? The memory of her and Jeff having sex flooded her mind, and she squeezed her eyes shut in disbelief. She thought of the way she'd kissed him, and went down on him, and her body trembled. Shame washed over her and tears spurted into her eyes. She was going to burn in hell's fire, maybe worse since she was leading her brother down this evil path. Taking a deep breath, Eva tried to focus on this moment. She needed to go to class, but she couldn't face Jeff right now. Obviously daddy had driven Jeff's car to work, which meant Jeff was in the house somewhere. If he knew she was awake, he'd probably come back in here. Her pussy tingled at the thought and she pressed her legs together until the feeling passed. It wasn't that she wanted to fuck her brother. Probably any guy would do given her clearly whorish ways. Eva quietly drew the covers back over her body and listened for any sign of movement in the house. She laid perfectly still, her body rigid with fear. After awhile her muscles began to ache but she was too afraid to move. Unable to close her eyes, she glanced between the clock and door until her vision blurred. He probably went to hang out with his friends, she told herself. Eva cringed at the thought. What if he was bragging about what had happened between them? What if he told his friends, and they wanted to fuck her, too? She'd read stories online about that. Jeff could easily blackmail her into becoming his slut. Another desperate thirty minutes passed before she finally convinced herself that she was alone in the house. Spotting her cellphone on her dresser, she tiptoed across the carpet and punched in Devon's number. She heard the first ring and pressed the phone closer to her ear as she counted each one. "Hello?" He sounded groggy. Why was he asleep this time of the day? "Hi, Devon. It's Eva." "Hey, Eva. What's going on? Everything all right?" No, but how could she even begin to explain? "Yeah, I just needed to hear your voice. I miss you." "I know you do. Shouldn't you be in class?" He never said he missed her, which had never bothered her until now. "I'm feeling...a little under the weather. Do you think you could home early? I know you said Friday, but I really need you to come home, Devon." "Eva, I wish I could but working pays the bills. If we're going to get married next year, I have to work when I have the opportunity." The thought of marrying Devon and moving into their very own house lifted her spirits. "You're right, of course. I'm just being silly. I'll pick you up at the airport Friday." "That's my girl. My next appointment is in an hour so I'd better jet." Devon hung up without saying goodbye or I love you and she set the phone back on the dresser. She and Devon had been together since her freshmen year in college. Both of them had been loners. Girls had hated her on sight because of her looks and body, and all the boys had only wanted sex. Devon, a senior, had been different, one of only a handful of black students on campus. Tall, dark, and handsome he'd taken her breath away. He had made it clear right from the start that he was looking for a relationship, not a one-night stand. He'd treated her like a lady and never pressured her to have sex. When she'd finally broached the subject, he'd said he wanted to wait until they married. About a year ago he'd finally given into her pleas to make love to her. At that point, she'd become convinced that something was wrong with her and needed to prove otherwise. She hadn't. She'd planned the perfect tryst at a quaint hotel but ended up doing it in the backseat of his car in a parking lot between classes because daddy had insisted that if she were going out after dark Jeff had to go with her. The car had been hot and cramped. She had panicked every time she thought she heard footsteps. Completely inexperienced she hadn't known what to do to make Devon's dick hard. When she'd finally worked it up with her hand—he didn't like oral sex—he'd cum after just a few thrusts. She hadn't even been sure he'd gotten all the way in her! Needless to say she had confirmed her suspicions that it had to be her. They'd rarely had sex after that, so she'd been surprised by his reaction to having Jeff tag along. She hadn't wanted her little brother around, but she'd figured Devon would be okay with it. Still having heard no sign of movement, Eva decided to take a shower. Leaving her old towel on the floor, she grabbed a clean one from the closet in the hallway before slipping into the bathroom. She locked the door—something she'd never felt the need to do before—and then peeked behind the curtain to make sure she was alone. She turned on the hot water and the sound of the squeaky knob was like nails on the chalkboard. Had it always been so loud? She'd brushed her teeth earlier but brushed them again to get the taste of...the taste out of her mouth. Normally she loved to take long hot showers but as she stepped into the tub, she knew today would be different. She washed off quickly, being careful to clean away the evidence of her sin between her thighs. Shutting off the water Eva grabbed her towel, and then tiptoed back to her room to dry off. As soon as she entered the room, the phone rang. Her heart stopped for a moment, and then began to beat furiously against her breastbone. She pressed her hand against her chest and tried to breathe. It's just the phone, she said to herself as she picked up her cell. "Hello?" "Eva? It's daddy. This is the second time I've called. Where were you?" "In the shower." She sounded breathless, like she'd just run a marathon. "Oh. Listen, honey, I have to work late. Don't hold dinner for me, okay?" That meant she and Jeff would be alone all evening! Thinking quickly, she blurted, "Can I borrow your car, daddy? I thought I'd go to the mall." "Only if Jeff goes with you. You shouldn't be out after dark by yourself, Eva." Eva covered a frustrated wail behind her hand. She wanted to shout that she wasn't a kid anymore. She could take care of herself! But she knew better than to argue with daddy. "Okay," she choked out. Eva threw her phone onto the bed furious with daddy and herself for not standing up to him. It took another hour for her nerves to settle down and once they did she sat down at her desk and tried to work on her homework. The sooner she finished school, the sooner she could get the hell of out of this house. Sometime later a knock on her bedroom door startled her. Eva glanced up and saw Jeff in the doorway, dressed in a pair of jeans and a dark blue t-shirt that stretched across his chest. "Hey, Sissy. Are you cooking tonight?' Eva jumped to her feet and clutched the chair behind her. "Yes, if you liked me to. I'm sorry, Jeff. Daddy called to say he's working late, and I wasn't sure you'd be here." "No worries," he said casually. "I thought I'd cook for you tonight." "Really?" No one had cooked for her since she'd been in the sixth grade. "Ok, thanks." "Give me about thirty minutes." Jeff sauntered off and Eva slumped into the chair. He hadn't said anything about earlier and hopefully that meant they could put it behind them. Exactly thirty minutes later Jeff called up the stairs, "Dinner's done." As Eva headed toward the kitchen she could smell pizza. Her stomach grumbled and she realized she hadn't eaten all day. When she entered the kitchen she saw a large box sitting on the table. "Jeff, you know daddy doesn't like us to eat junk food." "Eva, you have to learn to live a little. But I'll toss the box before he sees it." Jeff winked conspiratorially and Eva laughed. "You always were hardheaded." Not that that was a good thing in this house. Jeff set a plate with two larges slices of pepperoni and mushroom on the table in front of her. "Still your favorite?" Her heart softened. He remembered. "Yes, thanks." Jeff sat down across from her and took a slice right from the box. Eva started to stand. "Would you like me to get you a plate?" Jeff grabbed her hand and heat spread up her arm and suffused her whole body. "No, I'm good," he told her. Evan gently tugged her hand free from his and picked up a slice to eat. They didn't talk much as they ate the first couple of slices. Eva felt like a tongue-tied teenager on her first date. The heat Jeff had ignited settled between her thighs and directly on her cheeks. Jeff told her about the classes he'd signed up to take this fall. Like her, he was attending a local college. Having already taken her basic courses, she offered to share her notes, if he wanted. The side of his mouth kicked up in a devastating smile, and she wrenched her gaze away. After wolfing down half the pizza, Jeff wiped his mouth on a paper napkin. "I'm going to meet some of the fellas. I'll be back around midnight." Eva's confused gaze shot to his. She'd thought Jeff...no, it was good that he was going out. She might be stuck in the house, but he didn't need to be. Maybe he'd meet a girl. Then...then... Eva's heart sank at the thought of Jeff fucking some other girl. Jeff bent over until their faces lined up. "Kiss me goodbye, okay?" He leaned in to kiss her and her lips parted automatically. His all-male scent was wreaking havoc with the argument going on in her head. Part of her mind screamed stop. The other part encouraged her to enjoy. Moaning, she gave into the latter part. Eva was instantly rewarded when Jeff's fingers slid into her hair. He tipped her head back to deepen the kiss, entwining his tongue with hers. Jeff slowed the kiss before reluctantly stepping back. Unable to meet his gaze, she kept her eyes trained on her lap. Jeff chuckled. "You're cute when you're shy," he told her. He strode off. Confident in his control over her, she decided. No longer distracted by Jeff's presence, Eva returned to worrying and spent the rest of the evening in agitated confusion. Not only had she had sex with her brother—twice!—but she was cheating on Devon. While he might not be the most attentive boyfriend sexually, surely he didn't deserve this. Should she tell him? Should she break up with him? Those questions dogged her every step as she cleaned the house from top to bottom. Except for Jeff's room. Daddy had told her on Jeff's twelfth birthday that his room was off limits. If only the den could be off limits as well. She didn't like going into the room. The large dark furniture dominated the space and there seemed to be shadows everywhere, even at night. Because daddy kept the room so warm, she had gotten into the habit of changing into shorts and a tank top before getting to work. This room alone probably took an hour to clean but she dusted and waxed all the furniture and vacuumed the floor just the way daddy liked. Daddy came home around nine and ducked into the clean den. He kept his movies—and liquor—stashed away in a locked cabinet. Maybe he'd get drunk. The idea of daddy being home made her even nervous. What if Jeff came into her room and daddy overheard them? Exhausted, Eva crawled into bed around ten, hoping if she were asleep Jeff wouldn't bother her. She fell into a restless slumber almost immediately. She dreamed that she and Jeff were kids again. Three years apart she had probably been five, Jeff two. He knocked a cup of milk onto the floor and daddy was livid. He hit Jeff on his diapered bottom several times real hard and Eva began to cry and beg daddy to stop. "Sissy? Sissy!" Eva woke at the sound of Jeff's urgent tone. She was drenched in sweat. "You had a nightmare," he told her. "And your clothes are wet. Here, let me help you." Eva wrapped her arms around her chest. "No, I'm okay." Jeff just looked at her and she slowly lowered her arms to her side. "Come on. I'll run a hot shower for you." Eva followed Jeff into the bathroom and watched as he turned on the water. He walked over to her and began to remove her nightgown. She didn't say anything but allowed him to pull the wet material over her head. He removed her bra with deft fingers, and then slowly lowered her panties until she could step out. "What were you dreaming about?" Eva shook her head, unable to speak. Jeff touched her cheek with the back of his hand. "You don't have to worry about me, Sissy. That old man can't hurt me anymore." "You have to do what he says, Jeff. Please?" Jeff groaned. "For you, anything." A tear hovered on her eyelash before dropping onto his hand. He drew his hand up to his lips and kissed it away. Jeff sneaking in a pizza must have triggered the dream. Jeff didn't leave and the longer he stood there the more hectic her breathing became. It sounded so loud she was sure he could hear. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he guided her toward the tub and she stepped in. The water was hot and warmed her chilled body instantly. Jeff closed the curtain and she listened closely for the door to click shut behind him. Moments later the curtain shifted again and Jeff stepped into the tub behind her. She spun toward him. "Jeff!" He pressed his lips against hers, cutting off further protests. Her body melted into his as if it had a will of its own. She tried to push against his chest but her fingers got tangled in his hair. When he finally pulled back she thought that might be the opportunity to gather her senses, but then he poured shampoo onto her hair and began massaging her scalp. Now it was her turn to groan. Oh, this felt so good. He took his time, using the pads of his fingers to weaken her resolve, and her body. "I have always loved your blond hair," he murmured against her ear. Eva used to wish she had black hair like Jeff and daddy, despite the attention her blond locks received. Tipping her head back with a finger beneath her chin, he gently rinsed her hair. His fingers moved in a circular motion on the nape of her neck, and she groaned again. Jeff turned her around and lifted her hair. She could feel the full length of his arousal against her ass as his teeth sank into her sensitive skin. Eva pressed back into him on accident—the first time. When she felt his dick jump she pressed into him again. "You're going to get yourself into some serious trouble girl," he growled next to her ear. Eva tried to behave but his dick was hard—and hot against her skin. Her mouth watered at the thought of tasting him again. Jeff reached for a clip on the shower caddy and pinned her hair up. He continued kissing and nipping softly until her moans turned into one long hum. Jeff grabbed the bar of soap and lathered it in his hands. He withdrew his lips only long enough to replace them with his hands. He massaged her neck before his hands followed the slope of her shoulders where he worked out kinks she hadn't known was there. A nagging ache drew her attention and she realized her breasts were full and heavy. She glanced down and saw that her nipples were erect, as if begging for attention. Eva turned toward him, seeking his touch. Jeff inhaled at the sight of tits but didn't touch them. Instead he drew his hands along her arms, down her sides and legs, bypassing her pussy. He bent down, his mouth just inches from her pussy. Swaying, Eva moved toward him but he only leaned back. Her moans of pleasure were turning into groans of frustration. She wanted to plead with him to touch her, but feared the rejection after trying so hard with Devon. Jeff's fingers danced across the back of her knees and they buckled, forcing her to catch herself with her hands on his shoulders. "Jeff," she huffed. "Please..." His hands moved up and around to the front of her thighs. He stroked and licked her skin until her legs trembled apart in invitation. Instead of burying his mouth between her legs, Jeff combed the soft tuft of hair above her apex. She had never grown a lot of hair and kept what she did have neatly trimmed. His fingers traced the outline of her puffy lips before spreading them open. Eva did a double take when saw her vibrant pink and engorged clit. Jeff's gaze felt like a caress as he stared at it and her pussy clinched furiously, like the wings of a trapped bird. Unable to wait another second, Eva slid her hands into Jeff's hair and guided his lips to her pearl. With just one swipe of his tongue Eva gushed all over his mouth, her hips rocking back and forth against his mouth. Jeff licked and sucked her clit until the spasms settled into gentle ripples of pleasure. Weak, Eva fell back against the wall with a long, low moan. Her eyes were closed but she could hear Jeff moving around. After a moment, a soft spray of water rained down on her pussy. It tickled and she giggled. "Stop, Jeff," she whispered. "I want to make sure you're nice and clean," he told her. He parted her pussy lips and trained the water directly on her clit. Her eyes flew open and she tried to turn away, "I'm too sensitive...oh, Jeff! I—" A powerful orgasm overtook her and her body jerked uncontrollably. "You are so beautiful when you cum for me." Eva so bemused she didn't resist when Jeff picked her up and slowly impaled her onto his dick. The feel of his long pole filling her hole sent her over the edge again and her pussy clenched all around him. "Don't make me cum yet," Jeff said through clenched teeth. He paused for a moment and she held still, too weak to move. "Okay, I'm good." And with that said, Jeff pressed her into the wall and fucked her deeply. He kissed her and the combination of his tongue in her mouth and his cock in her pussy was indescribable. Hers senses were on overload. Jeff dragged his mouth toward her tits and began sucking on her nipples until Eva was dizzy with pleasure. He lifted her legs until they were almost touching the front of her shoulders, and he immediately bottomed out. Watching he pulled almost completely out of her, and then slowly drove into her until she could feel his balls against her ass. Then he pulled out until just the head of his dick rested inside her cunt. "Fuck," he murmured. "You do not know how fucking hot this looks." Eva couldn't see from her vantage point, but she could feel the slow build of an orgasm. It began deep in pussy and spread into her belly. She felt an intense pressure and she thrust her lips as much as she could. Release would be so sweet. Jeff moaned and she knew he was about to cum. He moved back to her mouth and kissed her. "You are so beautiful," he whispered against her lips. "Fuck," he moaned. He pushed into her one last time. She felt his prick pulsating and knew his hot liquid was bathing her pussy. The pressure in her pussy increased until it popped like a balloon and sent shudders of pleasure throughout her body. Jeff pulled out of her and lowered her to her feet. Eva slumped against him, exhausted, her breath coming out in short puffs. They stood there until their breathing returned to normal. Turning off the water, Jeff grabbed a towel and dried her off. He lifted her from the tub and grabbed a second towel. After drying her off, he picked her up and carried her to her bedroom. She felt a moment of panic as she realized daddy could catch them but the thought floated away, unable to truly penetrate the fog quickly overtaking her. Jeff laid her down and then stretched out beside her. She didn't resist but turned into him and closed her eyes. He held her all night. Not My Brother! Ch. 03 As soon as the sun rose, Jeff kissed her on the lips, a light, quick kiss. "I'd better go."