My Summer Back Home

To start off I need to say that despite my strong carnal urges I never expected this. Since I found out what sex is I’ve been having it, enjoying it probably more than I should. But like I said, I never expected to find such a pleasure turned euphoria from a cock that belonged to my brother.

I’m 21, full figured, kind of tall at 5’8”, with a 38DD chest and a plump that ass that has been said to mesmerize even the gays. And it has. My brother was a stocky kid, even as a child. He grew to be an average “not-exactly-a-jock-not-exactly-a-nerd” teenager. He was three years younger than me, just recently turned 18. Both my mom and dad lived with us, well, that was before I went off to a university about an hour away from home. I wouldn’t have to worry about my parents finding out about my every sexual conquest, which put most of the boys on the football team to shame. They were a fairly happy couple, hardly argued, but always found the time for each other. They enjoyed spending their nights out at some restaurant. Sometimes they got hotel rooms to relive young fantasies. Something I did not care to know as my mother painfully explained the credit card charge on her bill. I was just worried that they might see me on my own sex escapades. Hotel rooms were the perfect for one night stands that were more exciting than I initially thought. My first threesome was in a hotel room, my first lesbian experience. I found pleasure wherever it was had and I loved it. Again I never thought my more than average younger brother would satisfy me on every level. It was truly an accident, but one I’m so happy was made.

It started the summer after my freshmen year. I had come home for the following months, hopefully keeping in touch with those who casted the talent to keep up with me. Even though my mind raged with sexual hormones, I did feel homesick sometimes, and I was genuinely happy to be back home. Both my parents attacked me with their hugs, suffocating me before even entering the house.

“Jace come down and say hi to your sister!” My mom yelled.

Moments later I saw my brother for the first time in what felt like so long. He was shirtless and his hair was lightly damp, letting me know that he just showered. He came close to me. HIs body smelled like so many of the guys I’ve been with. The aroma of the typical bodywash brought me back to when I buried my nose in the shoulders of men who brought me to my climax. A part of me got excited. I was confused as to why, I shoved the thought away, chalking the arousion up to memories.

“Hey little brother,” I said as I held him tight to myself as a loving sister should.

I ruffled his black short cut hair, making him do this pouting face. The color of our hair was mutual, near jet black and straight. Most guys loved holding me by my hair, fucking me to the rhythm of their pulling. Jace’s bracelet got caught in my hair, yanking it as he pulled away. I almost moaned instinctively. I swallowed my sounds of pleasure and let out a fake groan of pain.
“Not even two seconds back home and already you hurt your sister.” Mom said, swatting at his shoulder in tepid fury.
I reached my hand out and got a fistfull of his short hair before pulling it. He winced in pain as he took it.

“There, now we’re even.” I said, leveling the playing field.

“So what do you want to do first now that you’re home for the summer?” My mother asked.

Honestly, at that moment, I just wanted to masturbate. I wanted to feel my smooth thighs and lightly graze the short muff that covered my more than occasionally wet pussy.

“I was thinking I can just settle in for now. You know get back to being ‘At home Julia,’ and out of ‘cramming all night’ Julia.” I lied.

The only thing I crammed was a hard cock down my throat. Which I did almost every night. Fredrick had the longest and thickest cock I had yet. I made it apparent that we were a thing, yet still available to other companionship, which neither of us had a problem with.

“Well we have all summer to go out. Sam, help your daughter bring in her things.” My mom commanded in that suave voice that hypnotized my father.

“Yes dear.” He said, annoyed that Jace isn’t the one helping.

I settled in pretty quickly.

After putting all my things away I quickly went to shower. It wasn’t anything like Sarah’s multiform shower head with a rapid pulse setting, but it gave me a moment to myself and treat myself to a nice welcome home orgasm. I grabbed my towel and underclothes and scampered away into the upstairs bathroom. I started the water and waited for it to get steamy. In the meantime I slowly undressed myself, watching myself in the mirror. Even I loved my body, I pined to touch it randomly. I’d brush my hand against my cunt, I’d give my nipples a quick pinch, especially if I wanted them hard to show off to some cute guy. I had completely disrobed myself, my panties in my hand. I smelled them, the drying juices of my pussy. I was so entranced that I didn’t hear Jace barge in.

“Holy fuck, Julia, I-I’m so sorry!” He shouted.

“Get out you fucking perv!” I screamed over the splashing water.

I saw that his headphones in his ears, which made since, him not hearing the water run. I immediately covered myself, watching him turn away and run. My slim arms were not enough to cover my whole chest. I know for a fact that my big and peach colored nipples stuck out, he must’ve seen them. I went to the door and locked it this time. I went back to feel that the water was nice and hot. I stepped inside and let myself be lathered all over my curvy body. I rushed in cleaning my body and hair. Being so close to being able to touch myself with no worries made my pussy even wetter than it was in the shower. Finally done with washing away all the soap from my lovely soft light skin, I laid down in my tub. The water fell down in small droplets on my stomach and waist. I made this little pathway for the water with my hand, creating this cheap waterfall. I made it so the water would splash down right on my clit. The hot temperature and soft pounding against my sensitive organ made me thrive a little in the tub. I could feel myself throb as i slipped my middle finger into my tight cunt. I tickled my g-spot, diving right into the pleasure of things. I craved a woman’s tongue at that moment. I slipped in my index finger, feeling my entrance tighten against my tiny fingers. Oh God, I missed feeling a beer can thick cock spread my slippery wet lips and splitting me in two. I shoved a third finger in me. When Frederick fucked me I could feel his every inch in me, ripping me apart. My mind wandered back to his beach body and 7 inch rod. I remember the way my fingers wrapped around his shaft, my fingertips barely touching each other after wrapping myself around him. Another wave of pleasure crashed against my cervix, the feelings shooting out of the tips of my fingers and into my bed. I fingered myself faster, moaning as I remembered Sarah’s first time with a girl, me. The way she was shy, yet tongued me with such talent. Her small tongue would dart inside me before licking the length of my pussy, sucking my blushing lips and clit into her hungry mouth. I would hold her head in place and grind against her stiff little wet tongue. I shoved my pinky in my sopping cunt, stretching myself, not nearly as much as Fredrick would. I started moaned, my other hand pinching my tits. My nipples would always get so sensitive after being abused a little. I was knuckle deep into my pussy, my mind flashing back to small tongues and thick, engorged, veiny cocks. I loved being on the pill, feeling them bust inside of me. Bonus points for those who made me suck their cum from their cocks after making a mess of my pussy. It makes me shiver when they make me clean up. I could feel my hand starting to squeeze around my huge tits. I craned my head down and started licking my erect tits. I flicked my spongy tongue against myself while in my mouth, adding on to the flooding joy that I felt between my legs. I moaned with a mouthful of my chest, naturally forcing my fingers to fuck my twat faster. I could feel it, the big rush of an orgasm. My body was starting to go on without me, my muscles tightening, my hand moving faster and faster. I bit down on my succulent breast, keeping myself from shouting to the rooftops about how good my pussy feels. My thumb on its own starting rubbing my little throbbing clit. My cum shot out of me, wetting my already drenched hand. Suddenly I thought about Jace and how maybe he was outside, trying to hear me cum. Then I realized I was thinking about Jace and how hard he would be if he was listening.

‘Why am I thinking about Jace?’ I questioned myself.

My thoughts were returned to my orgasm, the last of it peeking at its high point. My wrist was sore and the tiny drops of water that hit my clitty made me flinch in overwhelming pleasure. So much for getting clean.

Night had come and I had still yet to make a date that would end up in me being bent over some Chevy in the late night. I grabbed my phone, sending enticing messages to whatever guys I had saved in my contacts. I texted Freddie.

*There’s no way you can get a later flight??* I sent, hoping for good news.

I plopped myself on my bed, my hand rubbing itself against my exposed midriff, tugging at my waistband. I looked at my phone, filled with messages of disappointment, telling me they’re all leaving to go back home. My fingers slipped under my pajama pants. I softly rubbed my sensitive bundle of nerves. I jumped when I first grazed acrossed it, still feeling overly stimulated with every tiny brush. I wouldn’t mind a pair of lips wrapping themselves around my little clitty and start sucking until the hours passed. Their face would be dripping in my cum. Again I checked my phone.

*Sry. Family is waiting. At the airport already.* Freddie texted.

I felt more disappointment than I did pleasure. Maybe the mailman is some young stud who took on some shifts for the summer. It was hopeless. I decided that tonight I would sleep. It didn’t even feel worth it, touching myself. With some luck maybe tomorrow will bring me a guy. My desperateness tainted my mind. I started dreaming about Jace. At first he was hugging me, and I don’t know how but I ended up bent over his lap, his fingers between my thighs and his tongue skimming across my ass, occasionally dipping his tongue into my asshole. I woke up, startled and scared but so incredibly wet. I soaked through my pajama pants and had to change. I couldn’t sleep after that.

Jace was a runner. Every morning he’d go out for a jog, taking anywhere between an hour and two hours every morning, then jump in the shower. His routine hadn’t change, and they wouldn’t now. I walked downstairs, craving a bowl of cereal before hitting the town. Both mom and dad were off at work. They wouldn’t be home until 4:00PM. Just like clockwork.

“Hey Jace.” I said, forgetting the incident yesterday.

“Hey Jules,” He said after awkwardly gawking at me.

I had settled into basketball shorts and a shirt that barely covered anything. It was like I wasn’t even thinking this morning. In a haze I had dropped the cereal box. I bent over to pick it up, groaning loudly at the fact I had to bend over. But I didn’t have to. I could have easily kneeled down to pick it up. Something in my mind told me to bend over. I could feel his eyes glancing over my way while he stretched. He couldn’t help it even if he was gay.

‘Ew why am I bending over for my brother.’ I realized.

I straightened up fast, trying to find out where my head was at.

“Why are you still here?” I spat.

A hurt, confused face washed over him.

“Go. Run.” I said, nearly trying to command him.

“I-is this about yesterday?” He asked, forcing me to think of his stare against my bare body.

“What? No, ew. Just leave already. And stop being such a fucking pervert. Find yourself a girlfriend, watch porn. Just stop trying to get off at looking at me.” I snapped, trying to convince myself of the same thing.

He began to turn red and really resentful.

“It wasn’t like that, I’m sorry.” He said before hurrying out the door.

Maybe I was too harsh on him. Maybe I was the one at fault for thinking such sick thoughts. I really need a distraction.

The house was still empty. Breakfast was long and over with and still it felt like time was dragging on forever. I went back upstairs, thinking that a nap might help pass the time if I wasn’t scared pale by way too imaginative nightmares. At the top I saw that Jace left his door open. His hamper was right next to his door. I noticed his shirt half thrown in. That was the shirt he slept in. Would it be so wrong? I mean, it would remind me of someone else, even if it was his.

“Fuck it.” I decided.

I grabbed his shirt and jumped into his bed. His scent mixed in with the smell of the typical man. I had no trouble slipping into my pants, the loose basketball shorts allowed me that quick easy access. It came as no surprise feeling how wet I was already. I was in for quite the hour.

Time no longer felt like forever. In fact it seemed to speed up along with the glee building in my cunt. It’s a good thing I hadn’t cummed yet. How else was I supposed to explain the mess? Ugh, I had to stop myself against my desires. Just a few more seconds of the ol’ in and out and I would have become a human fountain. I got up, nearly tripping over my shorts were wrapped around my ankles. I quickly remade the bed and threw his shirt back into the hamper. I exited his room, my legs buckling and causing me to lean against the cool wood. I rubbed my lips with my wet fingers. I opened up to see a sticky mess, strains of my own fluid stretch across each of my spread fingers. It was instinct to lick them. I usually lick them off of someone else’s fingers, but the frequent desire to be dirty came every so often when I played with myself. I had to get myself together before Jace got home. I couldn’t gauge myself on how trampy I seemed. My head was still stuck in college, writing down chemistry notes while rubbing the lap of the geeky kid next to me. This isn’t helping. Neither was hearing the front door open. I put on my sleepy face and stumbled down the steps.

“You’re back already?” I asked, as if I hadn’t spent the last 60 minutes worrying about time.

“I had to come back sooner or later.” He said, doing his after jog stretches.

I started to notice my little brother and his body. The way his legs were completely toned, how his arms showed signs of muscle, his torso was still just slim. Though having him wipe his face with the bottom of his shirt, leaving him to be just a body, it left me to realize that if that body had belonged to someone else, they would have opened their eyes to see me on my knees in front of them.

“You smell.” I said, trying to push away any and all sexual thoughts.

“Well that’s usually what happens when you go running for about an hour.” He said with his smart ass voice.

I needed to leave. I walked away and escaped into my room. I had changed into something proactive, slipped some condoms into my purse and made my way towards the door.

“Hey Julia,” Jace went, catching me as I passed by the kitchen.

I turned my head, not really wanting to stop.

“Did you sleep all day?” He asked. I didn’t really feel like telling my younger brother that I spent the morning getting further acquainted with my fingers.

“Yeah I did. Why?” I pretended to wonder.

“Just asking.” He said, removing himself from sight.

With that did and done I walked out, wondering where the seediest man could be found.

I found this rocknroll bar. I went all over town to find the perfect place where there would be a man waiting to meet me. I walked in and already I got excited.

“Perfect.” I said to myself, looking at all the candidates.

I made my way towards the bar. There was a guy, mid 20’s, lonely, spaced out on whatever game was playing.

“What’s got you feeling so down?” I asked, scooting my chair closer to his.
He turned my way, giving me that quick up and down look.
I couldn’t remember for the life of me of how we got into the men’s bathroom. One moment I was checking him out at the bar, the next he had his hands on my face, shoving his tongue into my mouth. I didn’t mind it. In fact I wanted more of him in my mouth. I fumbled around his waistband, tugging at it. Gladly he understood. One of his hands slide down my face, over my neck, atop of my breast, squeezing them quickly, above my stomach and finally onto his belt. He grabbed my hand, putting it on his cock. It was a well sized thick member, sizing in at around six inches. I’ve had plenty of fun with six inches. I giggled at his touch, making him twitch. Without thinking I kneeled down in front of him. My eyes shot upward, seeing him already throw his head back. The tip of his cock entered my mouth, pursing my lips around his sensitive rod. I flicked my tongue over the hole, shooting a wave of pleasure into his body. It intensified as I promptly slid more of his dick into my mouth. Lucky for me, he pulled out everything he could. While my throat was being used I took the moment to stick out my tongue and drag it against his balls.

“Oh fuck that’s good,” He moaned.

His hands were on my head, softly moving with the sway of my head.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum, ohhhhhhh.” He went on, surprisingly.

There wasn’t much of a warning. My inner whore kicked in and slipped him out of my mouth. I stuck my tongue out, mouth wide open, and offered my hole to his cum. My hands picked up speed, jerking him vigorously. Like a gun he shot of lines and lines of cum into me, some of it on me. My top lip was certainly drenched, my cheeks slightly topped with sperm. Best of all, his thick man juice filled up my mouth indefinitely. He looked down on me, my finger wiping all the extra cum into my smiling mouth. He smiled too, even more so when he saw me swallow his entire load.

“So what do I call you?” I asked curiously.

This slutty bathroom encounter would for sure wander into my mind one night.

“Jace.” He said.

My heart fluttered, or dropped, or twisted.

“No kidding.” I mentioned. I could see I had his interest now.

“Were you thinking about someone else?” He questioned, kind of jealous.

Was I thinking of Jace? Was I turned on to begin with or did hearing his name make me this wet? For the life of me I couldn’t answer those questions. What I did know was that I had a potential fuck waiting for me if I played my cards right.

“Maybe. Does that make you mad? Does it upset you that I was thinking of some other cock cumming down my throat?” I egged on.

I can see the dirty talk made his cock twitch. He started turning red, unsure of what to do. He grabbed me by the hair, shoving my face on his cock. My spit that coated him was getting rubbed all against my face. The dirtiness turned me on.
“Am I upsetting you? I didn’t mean to call you a boring time, it’s just you haven’t showed me a good time.” I said, my moving lips gliding against his cock.

“Shut up and start sucking me.” He commanded of me.

“Oh so demanding. I think I struck a nerve.” I laughed.

He took advantage of the moment. I continued to laugh even as he pulled my hair. He silenced me by shoving his half hard cock into my mouth. My moans sent shivers throughout his body. I could tell he was trying so hard. I sucked hard, knowing his sensitive cock could barely handle the stimulation. I looked up at him, almost challenging him. He saw me try to make a mockery of him. He responded with force, shoving his hardening dick down my throat. It wasn’t long before his entire member was engorged and ready for a fucking. Once hard he stopped holding onto my head and slid his cock from out of my mouth. I was gasping for air, his thrusts weren’t exactly helping me breathe. By my hair, he pulled me back to my feet, forcing me to turn around and have him towards my back.

“What are you gonna do now? Fuck me senseless in a bathroom stall. Nothing new.” I teased, raising my hips and rubbing his cock with my nice round ass.

I suddenly felt his fingers rubbing my cunt. He didn’t stop until his digits were dripping. After so, he ran his fingers down my cunt and up between my spankable cheeks. He made it so all of my ass was as wet as my pussy.

“Go ahead and get it over with, I have 5 minutes to kill.” I egged.

I turned my head to see the anger rise in him. I kept testing him and he could tell what I was doing. I imagined feeling his decent sized cock ram into my pussy, having him fill the void that’s been haunting me ever since the night before I left for home. His cockhead rubbed up and down my lower body, from my clit to on top of my ass. As I was about to make another smartass comment, he shoved his rock hard cock into me. I was shocked, surprised, I yelled out as I felt him split me. I made him so angry and jealous and inferior. He reacted to what I threw his way, and his retaliation was to shove his entire cock up my ass in one thrust.

“Oh fuck, fuck I wasn’t expecting that.” I admitted.

He grabbed me by the hair, reeling me back like some fishing pole.

“Who are you thinking about now huh slut? That’s my cock in your ass. I’m tearing you up in some bathroom, making you a bitch on my cock.” He said confidently.

I played along, finding it not hard to do so. I was thinking of someone else though. Jace was still on my mind. While I didn’t picture his face and body fucking me in a bathroom, I still thought to myself that Jace’s cock was pumping in and out of my ass. It made me feel like I could have all of the good stuff without feeling guilty or bad about it. I could have my cake and eat it too.

“Just you Jace. You feel so good in my ass baby.” I said between moans, not necessarily lying.

He started grunting while he filled my ass with his meat. The tabooness I created in my mind was making me want to cum. I could feel my hand between my thighs. Like I have before coming here, I started rubbing my clit.
“
Oh Jace, help me cum. Help me come my sweet Jace.” I said, coolly.

I wondered how he reacted if I told him the truth. That his cock only turned me on because he had the same name as my brother, the guy I was having mixed feelings before. Would he be disgusted and stop? Would he play along for my benefit. God I wished he would, but I never spoke a word about my hidden fantasies. With his cock in my ass, the idea of Jace, my brother, was becoming more of non-shameful thing to feel. Maybe it was because I was in a horny mental state. Maybe my crave for cock out burned the sinful feeling of wanting my brother to take my body and make it his to do whatever he pleased. I think it was, because now I could picture him. I closed my eyes and pretended that Stranger Jace was now Brother Jace. I imagined my baby brother claiming my ass as his.

“Say that I’m yours. Yours to use.” I found myself begging.

My voice soothed Jace, making him moan at the sound of me begging to be objectified.

“You’re my slut. This ass of yours is mine.” He ended his dirty talk with a swift smack of my ass.
I could feel my ass jiggle as his handmark started to show on my skin.

“Oh yeah Jace. Smack my ass.” I pleaded.

He decided to amuse me, squeezing my ass hard in his hands before striking me again.
I wondered if my brother would be as physical as this Jace was being. Would my baby brother shove his dick up my tight asshole and slap it until I begged him to stop? A part of me wanted it to be as true as anything ever could. At that moment all I could do was fantasize. I went on imagining about my own blood splitting me down my ass.

“Oh Jace. I wanted this for so long. I can’t tell you how bad I needed a big strong man to put me in my place.” I said, seductivity in my voice.

I got my ass smacked more, harder this time. It was starting to sting now and I loved it. I could feel the vibration deep in my ass, feeling it make his cock twitch inside of me. The vibration helped everything, bringing me closer to my orgasm. My hands became a machine now, unable to stop from rubbing my clit.

“Oh Jace, fuck me. Fuck me harder. I-I’m so close to cumming. Come on baby, come on Jace. Show me that you’ve grown into quite the man,” I said, slightly indulging myself into the taboo.

Stranger Jace didn’t really react to it, not questioning the origin of my moaning words. Instead he just quickened his pace, his hips slamming against my sore ass cheeks. I could feel the urge to cum build. I almost fell, nearly passing out at the pleasure. I screamed, not caring if anyone heard. Feeling Jace’s cock deep in my ass while I worked my clit brought me such pleasure. HIs hands had to take a break from spanking the naughty into me and used them to hold me up right. I wanted to collapse, I wanted to thrash around on the floor as my cum gushed out of me. I wanted to ride the waves of climax until the second I felt him deposit another load into my ass. Me cumming helped move things along with him. His moans started to get loud, his thrusts were becoming manic, almost like he was trying to break me from the waist. He was fucking me like a wild animal and my baby brother’s face was all I could see. I wanted to watch him cum in me. I wanted to see the dirty lust in his eyes and he fills his sister’s asshole full of his incestious cum. I would have to settle for Stranger Jace’s cum, and watching a face that isn’t my brother’s while he cummed.

“Mhhhm, that felt a-amazing Jace. Who knew you could do such things,” I moaned.

I slid my hand further down, massaging his balls while he took my ass as ravenously as he pleases. It’s like I could almost feel the churn, getting ready to dump a second load of cum into my body.

“Oh yeah baby,” He said, returning to the action of smacking my ass. “Keep touching me. I can feel myself getting ready to cum.” He explained.

Every time I felt his hand make contact with my redding skin, I gave him a little squeeze. He would moan at that every time I did it.

I wanted his cum already. I wanted to come down from the sex high and ask myself if I really did want Jace’s cock and see if it was a true desire or some cock hungry fevered fantasy. I reached higher on his body. With my thumb and side of my index finger, I grabbed ahold of his cock at the base of it. I did my best to try to jerk him off into my ass. The added pleasure must’ve made something click in him. His fingers dug into my ass and his thrusts became slower and harder.

“F-Fuck, I’m cumming,” He nearly screamed. “Ooooohhhh y-yeah.” He moaned.

I could feel the cum in his cock before shooting in me. My hand gripped him as tight as I could, feeling him twitch before firing off another rope of cum. WIth it being the second time he cums it wasn’t as big as his first load. Uh his first load was so big and thick. He had given me an entire mouthful, having to swallow twice to take it all down. I felt the sticky substance fill my ass, feeling about half a mouthful worth of man juice in me.

Suddenly he became breathless, gasping as he has yet to remove himself from my freshly fucking asshole. His hands were still embedded into the soft skin of my ass. Brother Jace’s hands were always soft. I thought about how our skin would rub against each other, his fingertips slowly grazing my smooth ass. I was lost in thought. Stranger Jace began removing himself, slowly. I felt his wet and warm cock slide out of me with ease. He came out with a soft wet plop. Acting on instincts I returned to my knees. I didn’t even think about it. I went on to cleaning his cock, making his thrash about against the stall wall. I could taste my ass on his cock, along with the salty bitterness of his yummy cum. I gave one good hard suck before dragging it out of my mouth.

“Thank you,” I said, realizing the way he helping me dive into the pervertedness of my own mind. “It was fun fucking a Jace.” I added.

He just smiled at me while I hiked my skirt back up and proceeded to walk out. Everyone stared at me, knowing it was me who was screaming not to long ago. It turned me on, that and feeling fresh cum drip out of my ass and down my legs.

I made it back home and proceeded to shower undisturbed. The hot sticky cum had stained my body, leaving a dry residue on my shapely legs. It was still wet between my ass cheeks. I had fun with that while I stripped down for my hot shower. I didn’t lock the door, hoping Jace might walk in and watch me rub my asshole, possibly entice him into him to explore the female body with his big sister. Sadly he never came in.

It was night, around 7:30. I checked my phone to see a message from my mother.

*Hi sweetie, your father and I are going to catch a movie and have a late dinner. Won’t be home until around Midnight. Make sure you and your brother eat. Love you.*

It was hard not to take this as a sign. My mind continued to battle itself, though I stopped trying to fight it. The only thing holding me back was a moral consciousness. But as a girl who gave a blowjob to whatever frat boy that brought her a drink, I didn’t really care for my moral consciousness.

I walked on towards downstairs, feeling like tv might help take my mind off of things. Then I remembered that my brother is still here, and that this isn’t my dorm room, isolated and would be for hours. Jace was on the tv, flipping through whatever bullshit program popped up. I decided that it had been too long since I had a drink. There were no frat boys to come and make me a drink so I had to do the mixing myself, though I’m sure I made it too strong. Despite the soda I could still smell the stinginess of whiskey in the cup. ‘It’ll make me drunk faster,’ I concluded before taking multiple swigs from it. I sat down on the loveseat across from the couch that Jace laid on. He stopped flipping the channel when some teenage movie came on. It resembled a lot like my days back in college. If only he knew they were that wild, wilder even. I continued to drink, feeling the effects spread through my head and down my body.

“When was the last time we drank together?” I asked, breaking the silence between us.

“I don’t know,” He went on, still focused on the tv. “A little over a year ago.” He answered.
Suddenly I was standing. I walked over and placed my cup on the small coffee table in front of him.

“That’s yours.” I said before leaving to the kitchen to fix myself another drink, a stronger one.

I could tell he was confused, that he stared at me while I walked away, wondering my issue was. I was just glad his eyes were on me, more than likely observing my ass sway back and forth with every step. I mean I am a girl, shouldn’t he be interested in me? Even curiously? I lost my train of thought as I watched the ice cubes drown in the elixir of alcohol. This would for sure make my head spin. Again I drank from my cup, letting the horrible feeling sink down my stomach, burning like the hot cum I swallowed hours before. I made my way back to my seat, pretending to be on my phone while I secretly to see if Jace would notice my body in my loose, low cut half shirt and incredibly short shorts. Those shorts did everyone a justice, barely covering the size of my ass. It didn’t leave much to the imagination.

“DId you get mom’s text?” I asked.

“Yeah,” He answered, picking up the cup and smelling it.
He made a face, but then shrugged and went on to drink. He winced through the burn.

“Looks like we’re gonna have the house to ourselves,” He said, recovering from the sip he took.

I smiled, knowing that a cup like that full of booze was enough to make anyone tipsy, including my not so bodily dense brother.

The first half an hour we spent just watching the movie, a stupid plot and all the excuses to show girls topless. Hopefully that sparked something in him. With alcohol in my system and being fucked while dreaming of Jace pushed me to try. I’ll never know if it’s him I want unless I have him and feel what it’s like first hand. If it felt more wrong than anything we could always stop and just kiss a little, chalking everything up as a crazy mistake. If it felt like it’s everything I’ve ever wanted, then I would have to seduce him to the point where he knows it wouldn’t be a one time thing. I was dead set on it. I finished my cup, wanting more booze to help me settle my nerves. Again I made my way into the kitchen.

“Want another?” I asked.

I could hear the ice cubes slide around as he pounded back the last of his drink.

“Sure.” He said.

I walked over to the couch. He left the cup on the low table right in front of him. I have never been so happy to be so tall. I bent over, my tits nearly falling out of my shirt, and picked up his cup as slow as I could. I felt him glance my way. I scampered back to the kitchen, feeling the waves of joy I got from knowing my brother cheked out my tits. I poured ourselves a drink and did the same thing putting his cup down. Another glance. I walked in front of him on my way to my seat. A part of me wished I had only worn underwear, but it wasn’t hot enough to use the heat as an excuse to be naked. I continued on drinking, hoping that with enough alcohol in me it would make me do something courageous. Another teen movie played, more shirtless girls, more sex scenes. It was taunting me, showing me a preview of what’s to come.

“Why do you think girls flash their tits for some paycheck from a director?” I questioned.

Jace began to wonder, shuffling through different ideas before spewing whatever noise that come from his mouth.

“Maybe they need the money?” He guessed, naively.

If it was me I’d do the job for free. I could have countless guys stare at my tits and later fantasize about their cocks in between my lovely breasts. Of course I didn’t say that. As far as my family knows I’m just a girl trying to become a veterinarian, not the slut of the dorm.

“Do you think they like it? That attention, that sexual feeling?” I questioned further.

“Maybe. I mean I wouldn’t flash my junk for the fun of it, but maybe it’s different for girls. Would you do it?” He asked me.

I had to stop myself from screaming out hell yeah. I pretended to think, leaving him curious as to my answer.

“I think I would. If it paid enough.” I answered, I lied.

He accepted my answer, believing the little white lie I told. I was starting to feel hot. I didn’t have to feel my pussy to know it was damp, holding back a flood of juices from seeping through my clothes. The heat somehow became more intense, like the room had suddenly turned into an oven. I realized it was because of the liquor, remembering that I get hotter with the more drunk I get. My drinks were strong.

“Let’s play a game.” I suggested.

His attention turned to me. I wish I could look at him while he checked out my body. He kept his cool as he saw me looking at him, not risking a glance.

“Why not,” He said, agreeing. “What game are we playing?” He asked.

I didn’t think that far, the booze being responsible for my sudden outburst.

“Truth or dare.” I answered, acting on instinct.

It was a good idea. It could start off innocently and progress to something out of a movie or porno. Maybe I can persuade him to drink faster. The more of his mind gone, and hormones in charge, the better I’d feel. I was already on board with what I wanted. It would help if his mind was in fuck mode instead of brother mode. All of this was a theory and I prayed it worked.

“So truth or dare?” I asked, kick starting the game.

“Truth.”

“Are you a virgin?” I pressed, maybe too hard.

His face began to turn red. He tried to hide away behind his cup, slowly drinking the contents.

“Yes.” He admitted.

Something in me was suddenly turned on. It wasn’t the horny aspect of myself. There was something pure and caring in me. I wanted to be his first. I wanted to guide him through this experience. The only time I had been a virgin was the first time I had sex. Everyone after that had experience. I was too shy and nervous the first time to really enjoy it. But now I was given the chance to do it all over again, lovingly and softly.

He nearly finished his drink, trying to drown the embarrassment in whiskey.

“Alright, your turn. Truth or dare?” He asked, recovering from the sudden blush attack on his face.

“Dare.” I picked.

“I dare you to take three shots of whiskey straight, one after another.” He dared.

HE was trying to get ME drunk and I loved it. It would make things slightly easier. Maybe he wants to get somewhere and he thinks the only way it’ll happen is if I’m drunk. Maybe he was playing the same game I was. I stood up and went to get the shot glasses and whiskey from the kitchen. I came back and placed everything on the coffee table. I lined up three shot glasses and filled them to the brim with the stingy liquid. I took a deep breath and tried to return back to my college self. That girl could do this easily. But it has been quite awhile since I’ve done shots. Shots of whiskey no less, not even something more doable like vodka. I grabbed the first glass and just jumped in. Before I could swallow I already had my fingers wrapped around the next shot. I managed to take all three, completing my dare. I winched and groaned after finishing, making Jace laugh in amusement. I collected myself, trying to keep focus on what I was doing. My head was starting to get fuzzy. It was my turn.

“Ok, I did it. Now you. Truth or dare?” I asked.

“Truth.”

He was avoiding the dare, and that’s what I needed from him.

“You’re such a wuss,” I told him. “What’s the furthest you’ve gone, first, second, third, or fourth base?” I asked, getting my revenge by making him feel more embarrassed.

Again he turned red, finishing what little there was left in his cup. He locked his jaw and watched me intently.

“I almost got to second base.” He said, revealing more about his sexual history.

“Almost? How do you almost get to second base?” I interrogated him.

“Well we were making out and right as I was about to slide my hand up her shirt we heard her parents come in.” He explained.

I couldn’t help but laugh. He stood up and went to grab the soda from the fridge. He wanted to drink some more, which is a good sign. I stopped laughing by the time he came back. It was then When I felt another surge of heat. I fanned myself with my shirt, trying to find some cooling comfort. Jace watched me, paying little attention to his pour of whiskey, dousing the cup in the drink. I pulled down on my shirt a little as I fanned myself, revealing even more of my black lacey bra. His mind suddenly snapped back to his drink, collecting himself as he mixed the cola with the alcohol.

“Ok,” He said, still feeling red. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.” I picked.

He stared at me. It felt like forever, but in reality it was probably only like 10 seconds, but he kept on staring at me. It wasn’t sexually which frustrated me a little, but more like as if he was looking for something.

“DId you masturbate in my room earlier?” He asked me out of nowhere.

My heart stopped. I could feel the vital organ sink into the deepest pits of my stomach. If I wasn’t sweating before I definitely was now. How did he know? I couldn’t read his face. I didn’t know if he wanted to know the truth or wanted to hear me say yes. I don’t know where his mind was. I felt frozen stiff, I couldn’t even take a drink, my arms didn’t work anymore. I let the silence go on for too long. Deciding it was best, and that maybe it would help, I told him the truth.

“Yes,” I whispered. It was subtle but I caught the smile that was growing on his face. “How did you know?” I questioned him.

“I came back home and saw that my door was completely closed and my shirt IN the hamper, not on it. No one else was home so it had to be you. I figured you went into my room for something. Then I smelled something different. I know what sex smells like, I know what a woman smells like. I had a hunch. You just confirmed it.” He deducted.

I was dumbfounded.

‘So stupid,’ it thought to myself, ‘I knew I shouldn’t have done that.’

It was my turn to have my face go red. My pale skin didn’t help. I could feel my cheeks burn. They burned worse than my stomach and throat did after taking those shots. There was no turning back now. I had been made. I could only push forward from here.

“How do you know what a woman smells like, what sex smells like? You’re a virgin.” I argued.

“I have friends who have sex. They also don’t wash their sheets before I go over their house to hang out. It doesn’t take long for them to go on about how they fucked the living hell out of their girlfriends right before I came. Or so they say and make it seem like.” He went on to clarify.

This morning when he asked me if I slept all day, it was just him trying to figure out if I had been in his room or not. So far he hadn’t flipped out, in fact he seemed happy at the fact. It could always be at the fact that he was right and caught me in a lie. There is a chance that his smile is not from the image of my naked body in his bed. This was escalating quicker than I had expected. I don’t really know what I expected. I just let things happen, without thought or concern for a plan. I either dug myself a hole in which I’d be labeled as some sort of freak, or everything was playing out in my favor. I could feel my heart pound. I didn’t say anything for awhile, my body resorting to drink to try to get away from the embarrassment. Then it came to me. That’s what we’ve been doing to each other. Embarrass one another. I knew exactly what to do.

“So I masturbated on your bed. Big whoop. I do it all the time.” I said, trying to play it off.

He gave me a casual shrug, hiding away his smugness.

“Pick,” I said, hoping it’s dare this time.

Life worked in my favor.

“Dare.” He said, trying to win at this game.

He had no idea what I had in mind. This would definitely light a fire under them, pushing forward on her desires to be the one who beds him for his very first time. I kept quiet, letting the anticipation build within his mind. I bit my lip, cutting him a devious look. He tried not to look scared. We had been sitting down on the floor, abandoning our seats to get closer to the table where our drinks laid. I turned my body around, giving most of my back to Jace. I turned my head back to him, staring him down.

“I dare you to come here and take off my bra.” I dared him.

His smile faded away. His skin returned to the shy red he had moments before his little personal victory. He couldn’t believe what I had just asked him. Not only has he seen my tits and how perky and large they are, he’s never undone a bra before in his life. It was the perfect setup to get him to touch me and set the mood to be more sexual.

“No, that’s weird. I won’t do it.” He complained.

I gave him a fake pouty face, making my voice sound as innocent as I could.

“What’s wrong? You’re not man enough to take off a girl’s bra? Are you scared of doing it?” I teased.

I could see the lump in his throat form. I wanted to see if he had another lump somewhere on that body but I couldn’t see.

“No it’s not that,” He started.

“Then what is it Jace?” I cut in.

I sensed him trying to man up and do what he hasn’t done before. I wanted to be more careful and loving than this. I had imagined myself beside him on a bed. We would be kissing and then I would take off my bra and tell him it’s ok to do whatever he wanted to them. But I would have to settle for this. It aroused me.

“Fine,” He spat, “I’ll do it.”

“Don’t forget to take off my shirt first.” I added, giving him a wicked smile.

It added towards his anger. Slowly he moved his body closer to mine. The wait had made me get a little wetter than I already was. I was excited to feel his touch on me. I wanted the pleasure of having my bra removed from my body. Not to mention it would help with the blazing heat that I felt. Finally he had arrived right behind me. Even with his hands off my body I could feel him shake. He was nervous. It was kind of cute to me. I felt his fingertips grip the bottom of my shirt. Slowly he lifted the loose fabric up. I raised my hands in the air, helping him disrobe me of my shirt. After laying down the shirt beside me, I turned my head to see him. He was so close. I could see the sweat forming on his skin as he gave me an angry glare for making him do this.

“No pressure Jace.” I said, pushing him.

I suddenly felt his cold and clammy fingers on my back. He slipped his index finger under my bra and lifted it from my skin. I could feel him tug on it, trying to wrestle it free. Besides being seductively lacey, It also had a trick clasp. He struggled more and more as the seconds ticked away. I could hear him grunt under his breath. It turned me on knowing how manipulative and evil I was being. He finally freed a hook from its loop.

“Almost there,” I said, softly encouraging him.

My breasts were fumbling out of their place. The tugs and jerks of my bra made them jiggle. They felt more free as I felt the looseness of one of the hooks. Soon they would be free to move around under my tight shirt. I still haven’t found a legit reason to jump up and down. I wanted to display my lovelies any way I could. I love my breasts. And my ass. I love my whole body. I was hoping that Jace would take a moment to look at me, to see the curviness of my midsection, the soft clearness of my back. My voluptuous tits hang from my chest. I almost wanted to tell him to make a move. Instead, he unhooked what remained of the tricky clasp. My bra fell from my chest, falling into my lap. I grabbed it and spun it around the air before letting it fly away somewhere in the house. Jace started to shuffle back to his seat, trying his hardest not to enjoy the events that art unfolding in front of him. He didn’t want to enjoy the fact that he undid a bra which housed an amazing set of breasts. He swallowed his awkwardness down, chasing it with more alcohol. I crossed my arms across my chest, covering as much of my nipples as I could. I turned my body back around, facing my extremely red brother. I smiled as he tried to look away. His attempts were met with failure.

“Now you can say you’ve undone a bra.” I said.

I found my shirt. I put it back on, trying to remain a tease and cover the best bits of me.

“That’s not exactly how I pictured it going down.” He said, the nervousness shaking in his voice.

I went back to fannying myself with my shirt. It was revealing enough when I left it alone. But when I fanned it, enough was of it was being pulled to give a good look of my tits. I kept my eyes on him, trying to entice him. to get him to play along with this game. I tried pulling on my shirt harder. I pretended to close my eyes.

“I thought taking my bra off would help but I’m still so hot,” I moaned.

I threw my head back. I could imagine him craning his neck to get a better view of my bare chest. My big peachy nipples felt hard. I couldn’t exactly feel for myself while being subtle. Knowing how much they covered my actual breast, I knew Jace could see them. Maybe he was hard by now. Hopefully he was. Maybe his mind told his body that he wanted a female body so bad that it didn’t matter if it was his sister’s. Now I had to think of a plan to take of my shorts. There’s only so much I can take off before having to outright say that I wanted to have sex with him. Maybe if he wasn’t a virgin. Maybe if he was experienced I would have been bent over this coffee table already. Not only did I have to seduce my brother, I had to seduce a virgin. My eyes were still closed, my mind picturing myself offer my body to his desires. I could feel his eyes on me, wishing a body like this didn’t belong to his big sister. I tried to make him feel more comfortable.

“It’s ok to look. I know you did yesterday when you walked in on me.” I mentioned.

“That was an accident. I told you so.” He defended quite quickly.

“Like you weren’t happy to see.” I tried.

He began stuttering, tripping on his syllables.

“I tried not to look. It was instinct to glance.” He added.

I smiled to myself, feeding off of the attention he gave my body. I was starting to leaving stains on my underwear. I just had to make him feel comfortable.

“That’s ok. I didn’t mean to yell at you so hard. My mind was back at college. I thought you were some frat boy. That’s why I yelled at you like I did.” I said, probably lied.

I continued to fan myself, keeping my eyes closed. Eye contact right now would probably scare him away. If this was to work I needed him to feel confident.

“So you wouldn’t of yelled at me if you knew it was me that walked in on you?” He questioned.

“No,” I started. “I probably would have stood there, wondering what you needed.” I finished.

“Bullshit, like you wouldn’t cover yourself or tell me to fuck off.” He said, trying to forget about the fact that his big sister practically said it was ok to look at her body.

“I probably wouldn’t. I mean you’re my brother. What do I have to hide? We’re family. We’ve taken baths together, well as kids. I mean shouldn’t I be able to come to you and ask you if I had big ugly nipples.” I took a chance.

I brought my eyes back to his face. His face hadn’t faded at all from the bright red he wore. I could see the sweat form around his eyebrows. After finishing my sentence I took a great big risk. I lifted my shirt and revealed myself to him. His immediate reaction, was to cover his eyes and try to use his hands to shield the view of my body.

“Don’t look away. I need to know if I have nice nipples or if they are a turn off. Who better to ask than my brother, a male I trust with seeing my body and trust to be honest with me.” I tried to convince.

I did a pretty good job at doing so. Perhaps it was the rushing alcohol in his blood, or the pleadingness in my voice, or the boner that he may or may not have had, but he returned his gaze back to me. They first met my eyes, shame filled his optics. Then, with acceptance, he looked down at my chest. The shirt was bunched up right below my neck, leaving the near entirety of my boobs open to be looked at.

“Well?” I egged on.

“Your nipples look fine, nice even. They aren’t a turn off.” He admitted, trying to get used to the idea of the very words he spoke.

I was happy, my face showing that obviously.

“If they aren’t a turn off, does that mean they turn you on?” I questioned, trying to move deeper.

“I’m not gonna say that my sisters tits turn me on.” He said, going back to his hiding ways.

“You mean admit?” I asked, hoping for the right answer.

“I didn’t say that.” He defended even though it was clear to both of us that they were indeed a turn on.

I moved closer towards him, my chest still naked.

“Come on I bet your virgin ass is hard right now.” I tried to push.

His hands reached out for me. At first I thought he was going to dive into the sexual tension between us, that he would start to squeeze my tits before sucking them into his mouth. Then I realized that he lunged for my shirt, dragging it back down to cover my body.

“How are you so ok with this?” He asked, feeling guilty himself.

I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t tell the truth, or at least not yet. I needed to think of something to say that wouldn’t ruin my chances of finally being with him.

“I guess I’m just more comfortable with the human body than you are. I mean, I could see why you’d be like this. You’ve never been with a girl. I’m sure you would have acted this way if I was your girlfriend.” I attempted.

He looked up at me. There was such a disgust feeling to his look. I wish he was ok with this already. I wish his mouth would form that charming smile upon seeing my body. I wish he was aware of how submissive I’d be for him. He seemed to believe me and my words.

“How would you know?” He asked, wondering how I had so much insight on the matter at hand.

“Because I was the same way. Then I went off to college and my roommate told me that we need to be comfortable with our bodies. We actually got along way better after we had seen each other naked. I was freaked out at first, just like how you are now. But then seeing her be so calm and ok with being naked showed me that I have nothing to hide. I have a body, just like you do. And we have a bond Jace. A bond that we can’t find anywhere else. Before friends we only had each other. Now that we’re older, shouldn’t you feel comfortable the same way I do? We were the first person we had ever trusted. And I still feel that, which is why I could show you my body.” I explained.

I have no idea where that had came from. I don’t know if it was the liquor or the desperateness but I somehow managed to convince him that that was the truth. It seemed like a very well thought out lie after thinking about it. I could see the shame slowly fade away from his face, his eyes traveling up and down my body. He was starting to feel more comfortable with me. If I could just explain to him that while what I want from us is wrong, it would feel so right. That while it’s ok to be comfortable with each other’s bodies, we weren’t allowed to do these special things.

“I have never heard or read about that anywhere in my life. Even if I was comfortable with our bodies, my mind goes to this place and suddenly I’m doing these things to you that we shouldn’t be doing.” He explained.

It started to look like he was having a panic attack. The thought of sex coupled with his naked sister might have been too much for him. I had to somehow finesse myself through this situation, I already had my goal in mind.

“Well yeah Jace, that part is wrong. But that’s because you see my body as something sexual. Once you’re comfortable with my body then there won’t be any sexual tension, it would be normal. And once things are normal the idea of sex won’t even come to mind. I wouldn’t be a sexy bodied girl, I’d be your sister, same as always, same as how you see me clothed.”

I was impressing myself with my own lies. The idea of seeing each other naked was almost as taboo as wanting to feel my brother’s cock in me. Yet everything I’ve said sounds honestly legit. It sounds like something I can get away with. I grew more confident as the lies continued.

“You know that actually sounds like it makes sense. I just have to get used to your body?” He asked, wanting to be ok and feel ok.

I nodded my head. Trying to be as soothing and comforting as I could be. He started to look at me again. His eyes seemed to take their time as his glance came over my chest. I don’t blame him. If I had a sister who looked like me I’d want to look. I started to feel love in my heart. Despite everything being an elaborate lie, I did feel the same as I made myself seem. I did trust my brother, and I did want him to be comfortable with my body. Maybe not to the point where he could see me clothed or naked and it wouldn’t make a difference. I wanted him comfortable with those thoughts he said he would have of my naked body. I wanted to ease him into the world of sex. I wanted to explain to him that whatever he wanted, I would give to him. I wanted him to feel safe, like any big sister would. But I also craved for him to be inside of me, and the didn’t feel so big sisterly. I wanted to be his first, to show him what it’s like to love the person you’re with. I never felt that. In a way this would be my first too. Kind of. I also did want to get absolutely wrecked by his cock.

“Let’s start off slow.” I suggested.

My hands reached for his hips and found the edge of his shirt. I started to pull it over his head when he started to help me. Now he the one shirtless. He seemed to be more calm. My words must’ve reached him. Hopefully he keeps this a secret. Falling for this kind of lie says a lot about his mind, how easy and gullible it was. The jig would be up if he told someone about this moment and they told him that it was complete and utter bullshit. I smiled at him, trying to comfort him.

“See, there’s nothing wrong with you being shirtless right?” He nodded his head. “So then there would be nothing wrong if I was shirtless.” I mentioned.

I took off my shirt, throwing it to the side, hoping it would be the last time I take it off for the night. His eyes immediately shot downwards towards my tits. I tried not to get too excited at the attention. My face struggled with keeping its calm facade. Deep down inside I wanted to bury his face between my chest and feel his tongue run all over my nipples.

“So this is ok?” He asked, slurring his words.

I gave a nod of my head. Then another idea formed in my head. I dropped my smile, becoming serious. My body was right next to his. My tits were out and I could feel my pussy getting wetter with every glance towards my body. He smiled, realizing that his big sister’s body is nothing to be ashamed of. I still had to instill the idea of being so comfortable that he could happily picture himself having sex with me.

“You know how I said having sexual thoughts is wrong?” I brought up again, attempting to end the wait once and for all.

He nodded his head, his eyes sleepy and drunk.

“Well ask me truth or dare.” I insisted.

Even though he was confused, he asked, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth, now ask me about how I feel about the sexual thoughts.” I demanded softly.

“What do you think about these sexual thoughts?” He asked.

I looked deep into his eyes, trying to find any hint of desire through his glazed matching blue eyes. He had to feel the same. Drunk or not. I knew he loved his sister, but would he be willing to go so far?

“I know that they are wrong,” I started. I took his hands in mine, holding those soft hands of his. I took a deep breath and plunged for the goal line. “But I still want them Jace.” I said.

He didn’t know what to think, his mind running wild with drunk thoughts. I didn’t give him time to react. I lean forward and kissed his incredibly soft lips. I could feel his surprise, but what was even more shocking was him kissing me back. I felt his mouth angrily attack mine. That was until he stopped us.

“We’re drunk, and this is wrong.” He said, his drunken mind doing more harm than good to my cause.

“I know I told you that you should be comfortable with my body. But honestly, I’m not comfortable with yours, I crave your body. I want you little brother. I loved the way you looked at me in the split second in the bathroom yesterday. I loved how soft you were when taking off my bra. I know you want my body. But I want you to want me too.” I went on.

Our heads were pressed against each other. Our eyes a couple inches from one another, our lips in such a close proximity.

“I tried to convince myself that I didn’t want you,” He went on to explain. “I tried to push away those thoughts. They were wrong, sick even. I couldn’t help but notice you when you came back. When I walked in on you I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to enjoy your body.” He confessed.

His breath reeked of alcohol but I still wanted his mouth against mine. It aroused me on every level to hear that he wanted me too. We were the same, disgusted at the fact that we both craved each other. But we both succumbed to our desire.

“This is wrong,” I repeated.

A sad look came over his eyes, like he had lost a part of him. But his face began to glow as I finished my sentence.

“But there’s nothing I want more than this.” I finally said.

His lips shot towards mine. We were both locked in our incestious lust. We were locked at the lips. I had so much experience over him. I had hoped that I could be gentle enough, slow enough, to make my baby brother feel the most at ease. As our kisses grew in intensity, I took ahold of his hands. At first I gripped them in my own, wanting him to be in my grip. But I soon placed them on my hips. Just the feeling of his hands, the warmth they gave out, it sent shivers down my back. We continued to ravish one another’s lips.

“Do you want to touch me?” I asked.

What was most important was consent. I didn’t want to make him do anything he didn’t want to do. But after spending so much time teasing him with my chest, his desire to have them grew. He nodded his head mid kiss. I felt his hands slowly move up my body. It gave me such a rush to feel his soft tender skin against my body. Both of his hands took ahold one of my breasts. Very gently he began to squeeze them. He moaned into my mouth. I took the opportunity to slide my tongue into his mouth. He responded by wrapping his lips around my intruding tongue. His thumbs rubbed over my hard nipples. Dirty thoughts clouded his mind. Everything he’s ever wanted to do to a woman, to a woman who looked like me. He didn’t need to be nervous. I wanted to take that away. His lips found my neck. My own hands held his head as he began to devour my skin. I felt his teeth lightly clamp down onto my skin. His soft nibbles made me moan. I could feel him wanting to take my tits into his mouth. I subtly stuck my chest outward, trying to press myself against his lower jaw. I felt his kisses lower themselves. After kissing me near my ear, feeling his warm breath run down my neck, he started to move downwards. His lips touched my collarbone, exciting me as he continued his descent. Soon his mouth was over my chest. He took his time reaching my erect nipples. It’s like he stopped just as the skin turned sensitive. It was an unintentional tease. I could feel his lower lip graze against my peach skin. If only he could understand how bad I wanted him. He didn’t know of my conquests, my journey through the sexual world. It made me feel innocent being with him, like he was scared to do something I haven’t done and therefore feel nervous about.

“It’s ok,” I explained. “You can suck them. I want you to.” I said, hopefully nudging him in the right direction.

Suddenly his mouth moved downward, enveloping my sensitive tits in his warm mouth. He was so gentle despite how hard his sexual desire roared. Jace seemed like he wanted more and more of me in his mouth. His hands squeezed and stuff as much of my chest as possible into his mouth. His tongue was pressed back, barely able to move but when it did it danced over the center of my breast. The time I’ve been dying for had finally come. It was insane to think that it’s only been a day since these thoughts started. I felt like I had always wanted him, like my need for him was with me my whole life. Maybe it took sometime away from home, away from him and his special way of loving, to realize what I had. I started to moan, his untiring mouth working over my 38DD chest. An appetite for them grew, probably due to the fact that I teased him so much with them. I didn’t want to. If it was up to me his mouth would have been wrapped around them the second I came home. Instead I had to do this whole dog and pony show for him, slowly pulling him into the world of frowned upon and illegal love. It felt so worth the effort. It could have been the fact that she had to work for this, or the fact that it was Jace, but having my tits sucked never felt so good. So much attention was put into them, both, equally. Pleasure just surged and throbbed from my body as he continued in his hungry ways. I never felt so glad to have big tits, having more skin and nerves to be pleased. It had dawned on me that no one ever really paid attention to my pleasure like Jace did. So much so that I had forgotten everything about him except his lips. My right hand fell from his head to his back. I continued to drag my hand downward until I reached his thigh. With a gentle pull of his hair, I made him look at me. His lower jaw was lightly coated in his saliva. It was clear that cleanliness was cared for here. The dirty factor made my pussy tighten. I looked at him, my hand on his face, holding him lovingly.

“Can I touch you?” I asked, my hand tapping at his thigh.

He got the idea. He looked down to see the clear bulge in his pants. I saw it too. Just from the outline in his pants I could see that he was packing a wonderfully big rod.

He nodded his head, “If you want to.” He said, like it was a chore to touch him.

If only he knew. If only he could see the utter desire I had for him and what his body had to offer. I started to stroke him through his pants.

“Take it out if it makes it easier.” He added.

He didn’t stop the torrent of good feelings from my chest when he spoke.

“Are you sure?” I asked, giving him a chance to take things slower.

From between my tits I felt his head move up and down. I jiggled every time his face brought up my tits and left them to fall. He was buried in my busty chest. Through the joy I fiddled with his zipper. The bunches in his pants made it hard to open his fly. The distracting feeling of my brother enjoying my tits like no other, it was difficult to get his cock out. But I was determined. I had wanted his cock for what felt like forever. It was this feeling I looked for every time another took me to bed. Desperate, I was able to pull down his zipper. Luckily for me his boxers were aligned with his pants, leaving a straight opening for me to fish out his throbbing sensitive member. Even with his hunched over angle of his body, his cock came out to be large. He was at least 7 inches. if he straightened his back and was upright, it would have been 8 easily.

“Wow,” I said, entranced at the feeling of his dick in my hands.

“You feel so good in my hands. Is this ok?” I wondered.

Again he made my tits jiggled. A small laugh came to me, taking over the erupting moans for awhile. I wrapped my fingers around my brother’s hard penis, a thought I not too long ago shoved out of my head. But now I embraced it with open arms. I wanted to embrace it with my legs spread or body bent over, I’ll even embrace it on my knees. Touching him only added fuel to my burning desire. I slowly jerked him, twisting my wrist as I moved my hand upward. I could feel him moan on my tits, the sound vibrating through my sore peach skin. Precum oozed from the swollen head of his dick. With My thumb I rubbed it around, lightly coating my digit as well as his tip. There was enough to make a mess of my thumb. I lifted my hand at eye level. I saw the light glimmer in his secretions. With much desire for him, I stuck my thumb in my mouth, sucking hard to taste the sticky substance for the first time. There was enough to satisfy my palate, leaving me wanting more of whatever comes forth from his delicate tip.

“You taste so good.” I moaned, holding his head tight against my chest.

Jace didn’t show any sign of slowing down. He could spend the whole night just sucking away at my tender tits. If my own desires hadn’t gotten in the way I just might have let him continue for hours. But instead it was about time I sucked my baby brother, introducing him to a pleasure he had never felt before.

“Sit down on the couch.” I asked of him.

After sucking on me for the last time, he lifted himself to sit on the edge of the couch. While he got comfortable, I turned off the tv. I wanted all of his attention on me. I messed around with his waistband, tugging at his pants.

“Take them off for me?” I begged almost.

His eyes never left the gaze he had towards my own eyes. I stood up, removing my own shorts and underwear. That was the only time he broke eye contact. He looked down to see my small bush and glistening pussy.

“Soon,” I said, reassuring him that he would have that part of me soon.

Instead of letting his dive into whatever desire of his he had for my pussy, I made sure he was comfortable on the couch. His cock looked bigger than it felt. It was distinctively vainy, very thick and long. It looked like a monster, but his face told a completely different story. My mind wandered into the future, a time to come where he would act like a man who aggressively used his monster cock. But in this moment, he was a sweet young man, my little brother, and everything would be as perfect as I could make it. As i gripped him with both hands i saw that it was as thick as my wrist. Besides feeling the tingling in my pussy, I felt worried that I wouldn’t be able to take all of him in me. He was the thickest and longest I ever had ever seen. I wanted to love and please every inch of him.

“I want to put it in my mouth. Is that ok?” I asked.

He nodded his head, waiting to feel my wet and warm mouth on his cock. I started off my rubbing his tip against my face. I let the delicate underside of his head rub against my pursed lips. He smelled clean and enticing. I kept teasing him, wondering how much of it he can take. I jerked him slowly, letting my hand glide over the length of him. He moaned, throwing his head back against the cushion of the couch. His body looked so comfortable. I placed my face near his balls. I let my lower lip press against his shaft. I then moved my head upwards, letting the wet skin of my inner lip drag against his foreskin. His moans intensified, doubling in volume. Knowing that it was because of me that he felt so much bliss made me feel joyous all over. It pleased my heart and mind. This wasn’t just physical. I felt like our souls exited out bodies and became the physical beings we are now. Like the skin we has was just an exterior layer of our deepest essence. I had so much fun just rubbing my lips against his dick, letting the eagerness rise inside us both. There was still so much more I wanted to do to him with my mouth. I knew that he was waiting to feel me, my mouth. I knew he wanted my lips wrapped around his jaw aching cock and to feel me suck him into my vacuum like throat. He doesn’t know just how deep my mouth goes. I myself questioned how much I could fit into my small mouth. Not only was it long, feeling like it would poke into my stomach, it was thick, leaving me to wonder if I could open my mouth wide enough to take him inside of me. I still went on to tease him. I occasionally licked him, letting my tongue slither up the length of him and flick against the skin under his head. Every time I flicked him he would twitch in his seat, the nerves in his body jerking him in place as they suddenly became stimulated. I couldn’t get a strong taste of him with just the use of the tip of my tongue. I would have to stuff my mouth and suck the taste right off his cock. It made me want to stop the slowness and just show him the wonders of oral sex. But I wanted this to last. I wanted every moment of the build up to be played out and enjoyed to the fullest extent. I could feel my wetness cover my inner thighs, making me messy and sticky. Jace put his hands on my head, playing with my hair as I in return played with his dick. The pleasure he must be feeling. No one else has touched him like I, his older sister, has. I was bringing him a whole new world, and that this was only the start. I felt him start to become impatient. I had spent near a half an hour just teasing him. He was so kind, not wanting to rush me. But I wanted to see his lust, and he sure did surprise me. His hands suddenly gripped my hair. As I gasped in shock her thrusted the first few inches of himself into my mouth. It didn’t take long for me to start sucking him, realizing that he had entered me. He shouted in ecstasy as he felt, for the first time, a mouth suck on his cock. I felt so lucky to be his one and only. His fingertips dug into my scalp, his body unsure how to react to the sudden, profound, new form of pleasure that was raging up and down his member. Jace soon let my hair loose, allowing me to have my own flow, taking only a couple inches, focusing on the tip.

“Oh my God Julia. I can’t even begin to describe how good that feels. I-It’s just so good. I don’t want you to stop.” He uttered, breathlessly.

I looked up at him, kneeling down between his well toned legs. He opened his eyes, returning to the physical world, and looked down at me. My smile was clear as day, proudly displaying the happiness I felt all while having him poke against the roof of my mouth.

“I don’t want to stop brother. Do you want to feel what it’s like to have a woman deepthroat your cock?” I asked, my body shaking in eagerness.

He vigorously nodded his head, “Yes please. God Julia, I want to feel your throat.”

With my permission granted, i prepared myself for the task ahead of me. I stroked his cock, opening my mouth as wide as I could to loosen my jaw up. As ready as I’ll ever be, I put the very tip inside of my puckered lips. Slowly my mouth began to blanket him the more I took him in. I could feel his entire swollen tip enter my mouth. I swirled my tongue, licking him from every possible angle while sucking tightly against him. I lowered my head more, feeling the first inches of his shaft rub against my tongue. Jace was moaning up a storm, unable to believe the possible pleasures that I could provide him. Feeling confident, I took another two inches of him inside my watering mouth. Spit coated every bit of skin that entered my mouth. I suddenly felt him in the back of my throat. His enormous tip felt like it was completely clogging the opening in the back of my mouth. I still had around half of his cock to take in. And I wanted to take it all in. I prayed that experienced in throating came in handy and allowed me to somehow breathe with him inside my throat. I forced more into my mouth.

“I could feel myself press against the back of your throat,” Jace announced. “It feels beyond amazing.” He went on, eyes rolling to the back of his head as his body was washed over in complete euphoria.

I stuck my tongue out, licking whatever shaft that wasn’t currently choking me. I managed to have 6 inches of his meat into my mouth. By now I could feel my face turn red, my vein in my head popping out, tears forming in the corner of my eyes. I loved the feeling of my not so little brother in my mouth. Only a couple inches left to go. I wanted more of him still. He was the reason I could hardly breath but in the heat of the moment, breathe seemed insignificant, that the only thing that mattered to me was making sure Jace had fucked my mouth completely. I was so turned on. I kept thinking to myself that I’m at home with my loving brother’s dick in my mouth. Just the simple facts of what the night held was enough to make me wet. Overcome with lust, i forcefully shoved my head down. I made Jace scream in glee as the rest of his cock entered my mouth. My neck was bulging outward, his thick shaft spreading open my throat from the inside. I could only imagine what it would be like for him to cum straight into my stomach. As sexy as it was it meant that I wouldn’t be able to swirl his seed in my mouth, before swallowing it, savoring his special taste. My tongue was still sticking out. I decided to add even more pleasure by licking his balls while he cut off my airway. After a few wet flicks, i retracted my tongue, wrapping my extended mouth around his skin, and sucking at his cock as I slowly slid him out of me. He couldn’t stop calling out to God, feeling for the first time what it was like to have someone swallow his cock. Soon the tip was all that was left inside of my mouth. I gave it a few hard licks before having it plop out of my wet mouth. Strands of spit were hanging between me and his cock. My cheeks were wet with tears and my very of saliva hung from my chin.

“So brother, how did you like your big sister sucking this huge cock of yours?” I asked while jerking him off.

His body couldn’t stop shaking, stuck in a constant state of feeling utterly amazing.

“I loved it, I loved it so much. I love you so much Julia. I love having my big sister suck my cock. It sucks that I can’t tell anyone. This has to stay a secret between us.” He pointed out, barely. .

He could hardly keep up with his own words, the very breath of his escaping him before he could form words. I had made him nearly speechless. I had to agree with him. A part of me wanted to call Sarah in the middle of blowing my brother and tell her how the most deliciously large cock I’ve ever had was my brother’s. Then I realized just how wrong it sounds, and I still had to come to terms with the fact that this would a secret love. One that I hope I get to exploit often. This would be my stress reliever, my go to cock when I feel the need to be stuffed, the source of my ever growing need for cum in my mouth. All I had to do was go across the hall and get this dick hard.

“That’s right,” I agreed. “This has to stay between us. If you keep it a secret, I’ll reward you for being a good quiet brother. Deal?” I offered, secretly wanting any reason to please his hefty rod.

“Deal, a secret it’ll stay. It’s kind of fun and sexy. Like a secret passionate lustful rendezvous.” Jace voiced.

Even his voice shook. Maybe I had sent him to some sort of titillated induced nirvana. I loved it. I was the first mouth to explore the regions of his waist. I was the first, probably the only one, who could take all of him in my mouth. For the first time ever I kind of wished I was a bit looser to help take in his colossal shaft. Taking him in my dripping cunt was probably the same as getting fisted by Sarah. The former was a much more enjoyable choice. But that would be later.

“How close are you to cumming?” I asked, the idea of his first time endurance popping into my head.

“After that, I’m actually pretty close.” He said sheepishly.

He looked cute as he shyly smiled at the fact that he was brought near his climax.

“That’s ok,” I assured him. “Now that we’ve done this, we have all the time in the world. You didn’t think you’d only cum once tonight did you?” I began to wonder.

“Well isn’t that usually it? I cum once and we’re done?” He questioned like the curious virgin he would no longer be soon.

“If that’s what you want. But if you wanna cum more than once I would be happy to do that too.” I offered, leaving it completely up to him.

“I don’t want this to end, even when I cum.” He admitted, his face pleading for the joy to continue.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” I started.

I put on my innocent face, cocking my head to the side and pressing his cock against my pursed lips. He smiled while he looked down at me, portraying some celibate teenaged girl. It completely contrasted against who I really was. But I felt so sexy pretending like I don’t know anything about serving men. I smiled behind his dick.

“That’s what big sisters are for aren’t they?” I flirted.

Before he could respond I shoved half of him back into my mouth. I quickly found a tempo and worked him over, jerking him while sucking him. In all honesty I was trying my hardest to milk him of his cum. All that time spent hard, his sperm building up. I couldn’t wait to have my first brotherly load of incestious spunk fill my mouth. I felt him getting closer.

“Where do you wanna cum Jace? I’ll take your cum anywhere.” I enticed.

It didn’t take long for him to decide on a place, yet still he was shy to ask me for things, even as I offered my entire body to receive his seed.

“I kinda wanna cum in your mouth.” He requested.

He couldn’t of picked a better spot.

“Believe me when I say ‘with pleasure,’ bro,” My hand started to jerk him faster. “You’ll soon see what a cum whore I really am. I’ve been dying to swallow a load of yours,” My tits rubbed up against him, bouncing as my arm moved with gracious intent. “You like having your big sister be your personal cum rag?” I questioned, letting the dirty talk work its magic in his mind.

With my torso leaning against his legs, I could feel his muscles tighten.

“I love having you as my cum rag sis. I wanna feed you this load and watch you swallow every drop. You’d do that for me right?” He asked, learning of just how dirty I can be.

“Of course baby. Anything you want, I’ll give it to you. Now give me your cum. I want you to paint my mouth white with that hot, thick, tasty cum of yours.” I begged like the good slut I am.

I think the dirty talk helped us both. It certainly worked as Jace couldn’t voice a response, instead he mumbling something lazily before his entire body clenched. I massaged his churning balls, coaxing his cum to be released into my thirsty mouth. I felt the nerves on his penis abruptly jumped. His moans ceased, the euphoria causing his voice to crack to such a pitch where no noise was heard. His legs locked, the calf muscles flexing. I put the whole head in my mouth and simply rubbed my tongue against the sensitive underhead and awaiting my delectable treat. I wasn’t disappointed. The first burst of cum was shot into my mouth with so much force. It was like a tiny but powerful punch. Still I kept him in my mouth. My brother was suddenly a horse, releasing a never ending torrent of spunk in my mouth. I had to swallow the first few shots to make room for the rest. So much flooded my mouth that it began to seep from between his shaft and my lips. After what felt like a full minute, the geyser of cum stopped. I gripped him by the base of his pole, getting a good tight hold of him, and gave him a hard and slow jerk upwards. Another giant sized glob of cum fell on my drowning tongue. I felt like my cheeks were puffed outward to make space for his creamy reward. He opened his eyes to look down on me. Regardless of the spit over the lower half of my face, and the dried tears, I felt like he looked at me like I was the prettiest girl he ever saw. His smile grew wider as he witnessed me scoop up what little cum leaked out and sucked it off my fingers. I open my mouth and presented his freshly deposited load.

“Ahhhhhhhhh,” I went, feeling bubbly and like a giddy school girl. I swirled my tongue around, having it swish all that gooey goodness around. I could tell it excited him to see me play with his cum. As promised, I closed my mouth and gulped down the luscious seed of my brother’s. I then proceeded to show an empty mouth, hoping that I had satisfied Jace in his request for me to ingest his climax.

“I can’t believe how good that felt. It doesn’t even feel real. It might be the alcohol but that felt like nothing I could ever describe. I don’t even believe that this is real.” He went on, still dazed from his intense orgasm.

I climbed up his body, taking the seat next to him on the couch. I felt a kiss coming, so i leaned in and placed my just licked clean lips against his and felt him return with the same passion as he had earlier.

“That was real Jace. It isn’t just the alcohol. This will be real tomorrow, and the day after that and the day after that. I hope I did a good job pleasing you.” I said, honestly hoping I had given my loving brother an amazing first blowjob memory.

He tried to laugh but his body was too tired to produce one. Instead he just laid there smiling his charming smile.

“You looked so sexy with all my cum in your mouth. I can’t believe you swallowed it all.”

I felt myself blush, hearing him call me sexy, surprising him with my vast skills in the field of oral pleasure. His words warmed my heart and made my cunt ache for him.

“Believe it brother. I swallowed everything you gave me. And I’d do it again if you asked me to.” I clarified.

My hands still played with his half hard cock. What little cum remained within his elongated rod started to ooze out from his hole. Without thought I gathered the substance on my finger, bringing it to my mouth as I devoured the scraps of his orgasm.

“There so much more to do,” I reminded, lighting his eyes with rekindling lust. “You didn’t want the night to stop here. Do you still want that?” I asked, thinking that maybe after his pinnacle of his pleasure he no longer was interested in this secretly formed practice.

“Yes I do,” He answered, kissing me as he did. “I want to feel you please me, and I want to take care of whatever needs you have too.” He kindly offered.

My mind was distracted by the idea of having him be always available to me, the many loads I’d corece from his juicy balls. My hand began to jerk him again, trying to revive the monster cock that I had just cum in my mouth. He groaned in protest.

“Give me a few minutes. I feel like I just ran a marathon.” Jace admitted.

Great, now I had to wait some more, but it allowed me to serve him and show that I want to be the one who takes care of him. As I thought it I had realized how much of a personal whore I wanted to be for my brother. I suddenly desired every waking moment to be in the name of his pleasure. Maybe I craved him too much. I couldn’t possible get enough of his godly cock. Even with a sore body I would want to still be at his beck and call. I wanted to love him.

“Why don’t you go up to your room. Get in bed, keep this body of yours bare and wait for me. I’ll clean up here, maybe put on something sultry for you. And then we can do whatever it is you want.” I offered.

I was slightly bothered at the fact that he was still drunk. I had gotten what I wanted but now I wanted him to be sober, to be completely in his own default mind and declare his affection and desire for his big sister. Soon, I’d just have to wait.

“What if I cum from just looking at you?” He asked, partly serious, partly trying to make a drunken joke. My reply was serious all the same.

“The night ends when you want it to. Not when you cum. I’ll simply swallow your cum, give you a moment to breathe, and then proceed to fulfil your next desire. Don’t worry about cumming too quickly,” I reassured. “Your body will soon learn to keep up with me. For now just enjoy every orgasm. You don’t have to try to last longer. Cum when you feel like cumming. Got it?” I clarified.

My brother had such a huge smile on his face. Hearing me talk about ultimately his pleasure, sent a loving wave of warmth to his heart. While my words were sexy and boner inducing, it was why I said it that he paid attention to. I loved him, and I wanted to give him everything. Nothing compared to seeing him have his first blowjob. I wanted more memories like that. I was so ready to give whatever it is that he asked for. My mind and heart just suddenly snapped as my fantasy came true. I no longer felt like the queen of men, slayer of hard ons, instead I felt like I found my place, a truly happy place in my life. And yeah maybe I was drunk, but there was no denying how good his sperm tasted, or how wet my pussy was, or how amazing it was to see my own brother thrive in pleasure because of my own mouth and tongue. Sex before was just pleasing my body. Sex now, what I want it to be, is pleasing him, having his request fulfilled and earning rewards in which he decides to grace me with. With a deep breath coursing through his lungs, he stood himself up on wobbly legs and made his way upstairs. I watched him as he left the room. His slim body. I wanted it on top of me. I wanted those thighs crashing against mine as he buried his tool within my cunt. I already started to miss his hands on me, touching me, squeezing me, grabbing whatever he wanted. It was up to me to help him build his endurance. Soon he would be able to fuck me senseless for hours, his mouth never growing tired, his hands never aching. I couldn’t wait for that. But for now I’ll just enjoy his buckets of cum shooting off every 25 minutes.

I went about cleaning the living room. I grabbed the cups near empty, a puddle of melted ice flooding the low rim of the plastic cup. I tossed them out, putting away the alcohol and and soda. The only thing that remained was the clothes. I found my underwear besides his. I grabbed his boxers, the smell of his manhood irradiating from his under clothes. I smiled as I gathered his clothes into my arms. His scent was strong when everything of his was piled together. I grabbed my panties, the crotch area damp with the wetness that plagued my vagina, which has yet to be taken cared of. I was ok with that. I felt like the longer I waited to feel him plunge deep inside me the better it would feel. Right now I was focusing on taking things slowly, making sure he’s comfortable with certain things. I can’t exactly just pin him down and ride his tongue into orgasmic bliss, no matter how arousing the idea might be. Naked, she walked up the stairs, depositing the worn clothes into their appropriate hamper. I had time to search through my closet and find something sexy to wear, hoping that the mere image of his big sister all dressed up for him was enough to get that cock to twitch back to life. Oh what to wear.

Jace was waiting in his room. His mind was swirling with what had just happened. He could still feel the echoes of pleasure course through his body.

“My sister just sucked me off,” He’d whisper to himself, the reality of things still unclear.
“ I came inside of my sister’s mouth.”

Exuberance filled his every bone to the brim. His body felt comfortable as he laid naked and sprawled across his bed. He couldn’t stop smiling. A dirty fantasy of his had played out. He was now apart the small community of people who decided that having sexual relationship with family members were ok. It was insane to think about, yet he couldn’t forget the immense pleasure his family member brought him, or the promises she made to bring him more. All of his thoughts were interrupted when he heard me knock on his door. It creaked open and his eyes were immediately fixated on me. I felt bad for having him to crane his neck so much to see me, but his attention made me feel hotter than I looked.

I wore a navy blue button up dress shirt, leaving all but the the bottom button undone. The majority of my chest and stomach were bare because of so. Matching with my shirt, I wore an incredibly short skirt, covering only half of my plump ass. Along with the skirt I wore knee high socks, giving me a reason to run my hands up my legs. I threw on some bright red lipstick and tied my hair into ponytails. Around my neck was a loosely fitted tie, falling and disappearing between my tits. I hoped that he kept this on, using it to choke me occasionally. To my standards I looked like a sweet boarding school tart who was just begging to be taken control of. I had my hand on my mouth, my lips softly sucking on my middle finger, letting his mind wish it was something else in my mouth. I walked over to him, locking my hands together behind my back, strutting like a good little schoolgirl. Jace was completely into the idea, loving every aspect I put out for show.

“I’m sorry I’m late for detention. I hope you don’t punish me harder because of it.” I said coyly.

With his piercing gaze I felt my heart fluttered. Here I was all pressed and dressed, in my brother’s room, him naked in front of me.

“All of this is for me?” He asked like the silly slightly drunk boy he was. I nodded my head, turning my body to show him my half naked ass.

Panties were not part of this wardrobe, and he soon realized that. Slowly I backed my ass towards him on the bed, hoping that he would take the hint. His hands reached out for me. Like I thought of and longed for at the bar, I felt his soft hands rub against my smooth ass. My nerves felt like they were on fire, trailblazing across my entire back side. I was so thick that both his hands had much to explore. I backed up more, my thighs against the bed frame. I was practically sitting on his chest by now. He finally picked up on what I wanted.

“Would it be ok if I kissed you, and maybe licked you, all on your ass?” It was cute to have him ask for permission. After all I showed him that consent is key.

“Of course baby. Play with my ass.” I allowed.

He shifted on the bed, laying on his side propping himself up on his elbow. His free hand continued to touch me. I felt him first on the back side of my thigh. His soft lips were so gentle against my skin, slowly traveling up my thigh and finally onto my ass. We were cheek to cheek, and I was loving every second of it. HIs wandering hand had come across my stomach, pulling me closer to his mouth. His mouth was directly behind me now rather than having only one side of my body be offered to him. His hand climbed up my body, leaving burnt out nerves in the process until he was able to fondle my aching breast. There was no stopping his tongue. It was dragged across every corner it could find of my succulent ass. He was reluctant to lick my asshole. He danced around it, licking every space but my throbbing hole.

“It’s ok. I wanna feel your tongue there. Don’t be scared.” I voiced, his hands becoming more rough as he squeezed my delightful chest.

Just as he pinched my nipple between his fingers, I felt his darting tongue glide over my tight asshole. He was no longer shy about it. He quickly consumed as much as he could, rapidly flicking his tongue over my lovely asshole. I could just imagine seeing his face buried between my round ass cheeks. I reached behind me and held his head there, grinding my bubbly butt against his face. I couldn’t help but moan as my little brother was tonguing one of my delicate holes.

“Yeah, just like that Jace. It feels so good.” I said, fueling his ego.

I could feel his face smile against my soft skin. I had started to arch my back, shoving myself against his relentless tongue as much as I could. As he went along, grazing against my skin, I felt the pleasure on my clit. He has yet to even wonder near that area, leaving the job of rubbing it up to me. My free hand became suddenly busy, working my pussy over with such intense rubbing. My moans filled the room, neither one of us slowing down. His hand on my chest stopped massaging me, instead he gripped my tit tightly and used it to hold me down on his mouth. I could feel the wet skin of his chin rub against the bottom of my pussy. If only his tongue would slide down just a little bit. My body lusted after his wondrous oral skills. For a virgin he was proving his worth to me, showing me that watching porn could be quite instructive. I could feel my body beginning to tense. Jace has never seen a woman cum before, this would be the first time he’s ever made me cum. I felt grin creep onto my face.

“You’re going to make me cum.” I warned, so into the feeling of his lips against my ass. “Make me cum Jace. Whatever you do, don’t stop what you’re doing. Uhhhh, you’re mouth feels so good. Lick my round schoolgirl ass.” I begged of him.

I felt my knees buckle first. Jace held me up by my tits, holding onto them as he used them to guide me either up or down. I felt like such a doll, being tossed around like nothing. Jace could totally dominate me, throwing me here and there, carrying me while I sink onto his cock. The image of that only helped my soon to arrive climax. My hand became mechanical again, rubbing hard against my clit. The pace of his mouth never slowed, in fact it sped up and felt more hard, like he forced his tongue against me, rather than just sliding up and down on my sensitive skin. I started to cum, my body was now the one twitching uncontrollably. Jace held me in place, my body covering his lower arm in cum, my skirt now drenched as well. Due to his skillful tongue this orgasm lasted much longer than usual. I was done squirting, but my body was no longer mine. I couldn’t keep myself up, on the verge of passing out. My moans became high pitched whimpers. I’m sure the sound of me recovering from my powerful climax made his cock harder. I had hoped it did. He stopping going down on my ass, his breath rapid against my wet flesh. The grip he had on my chest was released too. On the bed he laid, trying to find his breath, same as me. I turned around, my socks and skirt wet with my cum.

“How does it feel knowing that you made me orgasm?” I asked him.

He smirked, feeling a tad bit cocky at the accomplishment.

“I kinda feel bad, I didn’t swallow your cum like you did for me.” He admitted.

“You don’t have to return everything I do for you. But if you want, you could lick my thighs. Plenty of cum dripped down my legs.” I offered, having him accept it near instantly.

His arms flew around my legs and tugged me closer to him on the bed. He leaned in close to my body and began sucking on my inner thighs. Large chunks of my skin was sucked into his mouth, hungry to taste my own essence. He moaned while doing it, probably getting turned on by the taste of my constantly wet thighs. HIs face was so close to my cunt, the side of his face practically brushed against my lips of my vagina. He pulled away, leaving me aching even more for that surprisingly talented tongue against my throbbing clit.

“What do you want from me brother?” I asked, ready to serve him.

“Strip naked first.” He requested, a simple task for someone like me.

I had my fun with the desire. I strutted my way towards the foot of the bed. I started with my socks. I raised my foot above the frame and stretched it across the bed. My legs were split open, my body used to the yoga like stances. He watched me intently as my hands slid up my tiny calf, up to my knee. I gripped the end of the fabric and slowly brought it down my shapely light hairless legs. I wiggled my cute little toes as the piece of clothing slid off. I repeated the same process, making sure to take my time and leave the show for as long as possible. I was now naked from the thighs down. Next was my shirt. I untucked it from my waistband. My hands reached for the only done button. I let the shirt hand open, my nipples barely peeking from the edges of the blouse. I did a quick turn, giving a good long look at my back as I stripped of my top. Again like when he took off my bra, I used my arms to cover my tits. I smiled, knowing that he wanted to feast upon my body with his eyes. I decided to take it a step further. I became giddy, bouncing up and down while giggling, covering my tits indefinitely. Slowly I uncrossed my arms, leaving my hands to cover my tits. I could feel my nipples poke against my palms. My fingers gradually dug into my skin, making him watch me as I squeezed my own breasts. I bit my lower lip, moaning softly into the air. It of course turned into a playful smile. I dropped the act, letting my bare boobs hang in the wind. This made him smile, seeing my body be put on display for him. I kept my skinny red tie on, but now it was time to get rid of the skirt. Once more I gave him my back. I bent forward, sticking my ass into the air more and more. My hands started near my ankles and glided up my legs and over my ass. I dragged the piece of fabric up and made my captivating rear bare. His eyes lustfully took in the image of my naked bottom. I hooked my thumbs into my waistband and began sliding them down my legs. I kept myself bent over, hoping that his burning desire would overcome him and he would claim my ass with more than just his tongue. I jumped onto the bed, crawling my way from his legs all the way up his body with the occasional kiss or two here and there. I bet he loved feeling my lubricious tits drag against his skin. It must’ve really excited him when I made my standing breast drag up the length of his almost hard cock. I felt him twitch, making his dick slip in between my boobs. I might have brought my arms down, pressing my chest towards the middle where his penis laid. I might have moved up and down while having his lovely broad shaft between them. Anyways, I ended up with my face resting on his shoulder, my lips inches from his ear.

“What would you like to do to me now?” I questioned him, naked and open to his fantasies.

HIs face grew serious, like there would be a possibility I would say no. I felt his arm hold me against his body tighter. The process of mentally preparing himself was seen all over his face. I nudged at him, trying to bring him back to the reality of things.

“I want to feel you. You know, like have sex.” He said boldly.

He looked at my face, awaiting my response. My body tingled as the thought of his burly cock flowing between my delicate lips and into my awaiting pussy where I could constrict him completely and feel him still thrust deeper into me.

“Are you sure you want to do that?” I asked.

He smiled to me, “I feel ready. And who else would be as perfect as you, my big sister, the first person I’ve ever trusted.”

He made my heart skip a beat, his words making me feel like I was the only one who existed with him. I felt a profound blessing to be the one who takes his virginity. I know he was trying his hardest to hide the embarrassment, but by the end of tonight he could feel euphoric, experiencing one of the very few precious moments of life with someone he loves and cares for. That’s what almost everyone looks for when wanting to have sex for the first time. It felt like it was my duty as his older sibling to guide him through one of the milestones of his life. I had already made his first blowjob perfect. The first time he gave oral he made me cum. So far everything was playing out nicely. But nothing compares to the feeling of a wet pussy slithering all around the male. I just hope he didn’t feel bad for cumming too quickly. It had been like 30 minutes tops since he dumped his seed in my mouth. His body would barely be able to get hard now, let alone create another load to shoot. That reassured me. I returned his kind words with a loving kiss. It was a simple and vague kiss. Our mouths must have been locked together for a full minute, just embracing one another’s luscious lips.

“Let me make you hard first.” I suggested.

“Oh, and how would you go about doing that?” He asked, setting me up run my dirty mouth again.

I grabbed his cock, feeling its thickness even when it isn’t hard.

“Well I was thinking I go down there and wrap my mouth around it and let you slowly thrust into my hungry mouth. And I’ll let you find out on your own that I have no gag reflex.” I said, still mimicking the pretend schoolgirl I was not a moment ago. I slid down his body, once more dragging my large tits against his figure. I was between his legs again, a place I felt comfortable being in. My hand had been jerking him off. I let the slump cock fall against my face, I could smell my spit that had long dried on him. I opened my mouth, ready to swallow him whole, when I felt like letting him know one more thing.

“It’s ok if you want to get a little rough. I can handle myself.” I let him see my smiling mouth before I opened wide and proceeded to take his growing cock into my throat.

With that being said, I started to feel him thrust slightly into me. His efforts helped me swallow him. The back of my mouth was just wide enough to take him into me. I started moaning, letting myself get wrapped up in the thought that had been constantly flashing through my mind, this was my brother. I’ve sucked guys off in cars, in front of a crowd, secretly in public, on the train, but none of it thrilled me like giving a simple blowjob at home to my baby brother. The taboo of the entire situation was enough to keep me wet for hours. Now here we are, his beautiful dick getting hard in my throat, getting ready for the intimate act of two loving people becoming one through the act of sex. It all felt loving and warm and relaxing and exciting and nerve racking and amazing all at once. I could feel myself smiling through these thoughts as my mouth was being stretched wide open. The vibration of my moans while he was neck deep in my body sent new waves of pleasing sensations through his body. He was starting to become more comfortable with me. Placing his hands on my head, he guided my head up and down, taking control of my mouth completely. He would have a routine of letting me suck on the tip for an extended period of time and then shoving me down, forcing at least ¾ of his entire member into me. I would always let out a deep moan every time he used my mouth like that. I could feel him be concerned with only his pleasure. Yes he did make me cum, yes he did care for me and liked to reward me, but in this moment where he felt bolts of electricity travel throughout the length of his body, his mind was focused on keeping that feeling. Trying to entice him even further, I would grip my own neck when he thrusted into me. I wrapped my hand tightly around my own neck, dragging my own skin up and down. When I was given the time to breath I spoke to Jace of my actions.

“You like feeling me jerk you off while I throat your cock?” I asked him.

“I sure do. This feels even better than the blowjob downstairs. The noises you make, you love having me in your mouth.” He believed.

I couldn’t help but slide him out from between my lips and confirm his suspicion, “I sure do baby.” My face stretched even more with the given smile on my face.

He was learning about my desire for him. With being even more turned on I started to work his dick faster. He was now completely hard, but I wanted the fellatio to last for as long as it could. I sucked on him like my life depended on it. I waited until he forced his hard rod into my throat to start sucking him. My mouth was like a vice around his shaft, always gliding against my lips.

“I think I’m as hard as I can get.” He announced, my dreaded fear coming true. It’s not that I didn’t want him to fuck me, it’s just… I wanted to keep feeling him force his way into my compressed throat.

I gave his lovely cock a farewell suck and returned my face to his. My body climbed on top of his, my hips straddling him. It felt good feeling his legs under mine. His cock was laying upward over his belly button. My pussy was hovering over his balls. I wanted to grind my hips up his body, feeling the hard shaft of him slip between my lips and rub against my clit. I leaned down to kiss him, returning to the innocent feeling of when we first dove into the throes of our forbidden passion. I pulled away after awhile, our eyes looking into one another’s.

“Last chance to back out. Do you still want this?” I asked, searching for the last key of consent.

Like before he nodded his head, “I really do.” He insisted.

“Let me do most of the work. When you feel comfortable start thrusting. You can touch my body as much as you want whenever you want. Don’t worry about hurting me. If anything I’ll like feeling it. I want as much as you in me. If you want to stop just say so.” I informed.

I gave him another kiss, the last kiss he’ll ever have as a virgin. It was a sweet kiss with small amounts of nibbling on his bottom lip. I took ahold of his cock, preparing myself to take on the monster that laid before me. I remembered then an important piece of information.

“If you wanna cum inside me you can. I’m on the pill. And I wouldn’t mind you filling my pussy up with your hot cum.” I said, giving him a cheeky smile.

“I think I just might.” He admitted, worried of his inexperience being the rapid downfall of his big moment.

I took calmed my racing heart down, putting myself in a state of zen before attempting to ride his horse like cock. I started by rubbing his tip through my vagina. His swollen head brushed against my clit and then down to my tiny hole. If he wasn’t wet enough to try to penetrate me he certainly was now. Enough teasing. I aimed him carefully, slowly lowering my hips until i felt his head poke its very tip inside of me. Already was I feeling myself stretch to accommodate him. I slid down further. I felt my body swallow his engorged tip.

“Ohhhh wow, I-It’s so warm.” He mumbled.

His body always felt warm to me, but I could imagine what he was talking about from just fingering myself. With only three inches of his cock inside of me I felt like he was splitting me in two. He was just so thick. I was moaning and groaning the whole time, trying my best not to clench around my brother’s thick as a brick shaft. Every time I look up to see his face filled with joy it made my body want to tighten around him. It might of been great for him but it made things harder for me. Slowly my pussy was able to take his massive cock. I was shocked to feel less pain than I imagined. The pleasure was slow and soft. That would change the second I can ride him like a wild hog. Before I knew it I was halfway there. I could feel him bulge out of my body, being able to see him make his way into my cervix. I rubbed my pelvis area, feeling the hard cock over my skin. It made my pussy drip knowing that he’s that big and he’s in my tight little hole. I wanted more of him. I just wanted to sit down on his whole cock and just have him rip me open. If I knew he could handle it I would do it. But I was to keep him calm and collected. I looked up from seeing him slowly glide into me to his face, happiness written all over him. I started to push myself, letting my body take more of him at a quicker pace. Finally I was nearing the end. I only had two inches left to impale myself on before my sore pussy rubbed against his pelvis. If i didn’t know better I would have been convinced that he was in my stomach. Every inch of his penis was exaggerated within my body, seeming much bigger than what he already was in reality. His hands were on my knees the whole time. Then near the final stretch he grazed them upwards, stopping at my hips. I felt his fingers get a grip of my curvy waist. Next I felt him softly forcing my body downward onto his magnificent pole. Soon his hips were working along with his pulling. I decided to let him be the one to shove his entire length into me.

“There’s about two inches left before you’re completely in me. Do it. Thrust into me. Don’t worry about it hurting. just get inside of me already.” I pleaded.

My begging voice was enough to convince him to do the honors. He launched himself upward as hard as he could, simultaneously dragging my body down into the sudden assault. I felt his tip shoot into me. A wave of accomplishment washed over me. The happiness surging from my core was almost too much to bare. I leaned forward, his cock shifting inside of me while still being 8 inches deep. I found the lips of my lover, enveloping his mouth with mine. I held his face within my hands, holding him before me.

“Finally. You’re all the way inside of me. How does it feel?” I asked of him.

“You continue to show me new levels of pleasure. It feels amazing. I can’t believe it’s you I’m inside of. I love you so much Julia.” He confessed.

My body clung to his, returning the words of love back to him. I had been the one to bring him this joy. No one else. Only his big sister would be allowed the grace of his dick. Only I was allowed to feel every inch of him plunge into me and rub against the walls of my pussy. And now I desired to give them same. Only his cock would feel the presences of my holes, no one else. I wiggled my hips, making him move inside of me. I sat up right, feeling his cock slide in just a bit deeper. I started off slow, grinding into his hips before lifting myself from him. I could hear the slime that coated his skin from being inside of me. The messiness turned me on, making me clench. By the sound of his sudden moans I knew he could feel me contract around him. Feeling him exit the depths of my torn cunt felt like utter bliss. I lifted myself to the point where half of his was cock was in me. I wiggled my hips again, feeling his tip poke and prod all around within me. I lowered my ass, sucking up his rod back into me. He let off a small moaning exhale, feeling his sister wrap around his no longer a virgin dick. Jace felt as if his sister helped him complete a part of him that his life was missing. His sister’s pussy was his heaven. I could tell with the way he was tranced entirely. I started riding him faster, our moans intertwining and released with the pace of my hips. He was so big that I would have to dismount him completely in order for him to slide all the way out. Not that I wanted that. I loved the fact that he was always in me. Everytime I dropped my hips I felt the entirety of my brother’s massive cock. It touched me in all the right places, in all the places that ached to be touched within me. I felt him everywhere inside of me and I just couldn’t have enough of him. He was coming back to me, escaping the grasp of his orgasmic comatose state and back into reality where I was waiting for him.

“I can feel every bit of your pussy rubbing against me.” He said sleepily.

He was ready to pass out from the sheer pleasure. If he did I would simply stay on top of him, letting us both go off into sleep while interlocked together in the most special of ways. His hands came back to life, rubbing my outer thighs.

“I love having you in me Jace. I’m glad I was the one you did this with.” I gyrated my hips extra hard, trying to emphasize my words.

He pulled me towards him, my face landing right in front of his. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly against his body, my breasts pressed against his chest. I could feel his heartbeat as he held me, not showing signs of my release. His hips took over, making him enter and exit me as he pleased. His labored breath was next to my ear, I did more than just listen to him as he continued to make love to me. I felt the desire in his hips, the lust on his cock, the love in his breath. I laid still, allowing my beloved brother my body to use as he pleased. Jace managed to slip a great deal of himself out of me. It felt better since it left him more of him to return back inside of me. I moaned with every clash of our hips. A haze came over me, my mouth just dragging against his skin, my mouth unable to form kisses. I felt frozen yet still I moved about on his neck, letting the simple touch of my wet lips skim across his skin. I felt my body hold onto him, as hard as he held me in place. His body started to fuck me faster. Being just as fresh as the last one, every thrust brought me the same intensity as feeling him when he first entered me. It was an extended feeling of our connection. Happily so, he hadn’t cum yet. That was yet to happen. I almost begged him to fill me with his dense seed. I wanted him to mark the inside of my cunt with his marking, claiming me as his. I felt the yearned to feel him leak out of me, only to be gathered on my fingers and placed within my mouth, tasting our sex mixed as one. I knew if I had voiced any desire it would drive him towards cumming. And I didn’t want him to leave me just yet. Instead I focused on enjoying his steady pace of deep ramming of his perfect cock. I never felt such a pleasure before, a feeling so deep inside of me in every way possible. Jace wasn’t the only one who was introduced to new levels of enjoyment. My moans were continuous, the feeling of his dick fucking me was becoming faster. My fingers dug into his shoulders, my body jerking with elation when he plunged back into me. Time had felt like it didn’t exist. I couldn’t tell how long we were there for.

My mind suddenly came to, his body crashing against me every other half second. He was pounding into me and the euphoria was so numbing, everything feeling like this constant state of total contentment. The shock from his body helped bring me to the edge. It felt like I passed out. I could hardly remember the progression of his thrusting. It was just sudden to me, the feeling of my next orgasm coming like a freight train. I couldn’t voice a warning, instead it came as a surprise for both of us. It wasn’t even moans, the noise I was making. It was just a constant low pitch of sound that was the only thing I could sound off. I had lost control of almost all my body. I felt my cum gush out from my body. Our waists were damp with my juices. God knows how tight my body clenched around him as I was paralyzed from my climax. If it wasn’t for his grip around me I would have fallen off, unable to keep myself steady or upright. I let the following moments happen. I couldn’t voice a protest. My pussy felt raw, fucked to the point where I felt like I wouldn’t be able to move. The inside of my lower half destroyed by his prodigious cock. Every rub of his rapid foreskin gave me a pleasure that felt seven times more intense than usual. I was in more pleasure than my body could handle. And even if I could I still wouldn’t have asked him to stop. I was beginning to become impressed with his ability to use my cunt raw before filling me. My climax helped him push his enjoyment over the top. Soon after having my body be downright numb to any and all stimulation, he voiced his warning. The last few plunges he gave me were the deepest and the hardest of the entire night. The force was enough to make his balls crash against my already throbbing twat. By the grace of God I managed to feel him empty his balls into me. His incestious cum was so hot against my raw skin. It almost burned from the inside. I felt his whole cock which he buried into me twitch within my body, spasming with every rope of cum that he fired into me. Since I was on top of him I could feel it slowly trickle down from inside of me. Jace didn’t release me from his grip. I craned my neck enough to able to plant a kiss upon his lips. Everything felt perfect, in its place. As his member grew flaccid I could feel him slip out of me, a trail of cum following his descending dick. He was big enough soft to still be inside of me. He kissed me back, entwined together in two place of the body. Our kisses had become heavy and hard, trying to feel one another’s lips as much as we could. Both of us were near the point of tears, the overwhelming feeling washing over our souls that connected tonight. I still could not believe that my burning pussy was filled with my brother’s cum. The thought constantly returning to my mind over and over again. I didn’t have it in me to be turned on again.

“You’re no longer a virgin baby brother. How do you feel about that?” I reminded, the fact escaping me as he had pumped me full of meat like a man with experience.

I could feel the chuckle deep in his chest, he too remembering his status before today.

“I feel like it was worth the wait. Everything felt just right.” He said, reading the thoughts straight from my own mind.

“It’s never felt so good for me. I didn’t want it to end.” I admitted.

He kissed my forehead, rubbing my bare back. He made no move to release himself from my grip below the waist. He went on to tell me that he didn’t want this to be a one time thing. That he wanted to keep feeling me, my mouth, to kiss me all over and lick me all over. He said everything I could have hoped for him to say. After some time he let my body loose, his arms falling to his side. I looked back to him, my chin on his chest. I had a grin on my face.

“What would you like to do to me now?” I asked, still willing to service his desires.

“I can’t think of anything right now.” He said, his mind still trying to collect itself from the vastly eventful night they had just shared.

“I’ll think for you then.” I said.

Really it was just an excuse to slither down his body and suck tenderly at his soft cock. I cleaned him well, leaving just a thin coat of spit on his cock. He didn’t get hard, not blaming his body for being unable to go again. I continued to ooze his spunk from my pussy. I felt marked, branded almost. I gathered the leaky cum and savored the taste of two lovers joined as one. I let the remaining cum inside of what felt like my stomach. I loved feeling the warmth that was emitted from the load. My sheets would be stained in our love by the time I wake up tomorrow. But that was tomorrow, and I wanted to enjoy the now. With the bedroom door locked, we both fell fast asleep, our bodies laying with one another.

A strong pounding filled my head. My mouth was incredibly dry and I had felt lost, not knowing where I was. Jace was lying down under me. I looked at him, observing his body, his naked body. Flashes of the night before suddenly littered my thoughts. I looked at the sheets under my ass. They were soaked. I almost got wet and the realization of remembering what happened. I woke Jace up.

“Fuck me my head is killing me.” He said, his eyes still closed.

I continued to shake him until he stirred awake. He stretched his arms and rubbed his eyes. That’s when he saw what I saw. We had fallen asleep together naked, presumably after a night of prohibited acts of sex with one another.

“We’re naked.” He pointed out, the memories have yet to come back to him.

“What do you remember yesterday?” I asked,

I prepared myself for the worst, that yesterday was just hormones drunk on whiskey and that he didn’t see me in the way I did. After feeling him inside of me, of feeling him grow to his full potential within my mouth, his talented tongue on my body, it wouldn’t be fair of the world to take him away after everything. His eyes were locked on me, but his mind was somewhere else, probably getting sick from the memories. He probably hated himself, he probably hated me. I didn’t want to lose him completely. How could I have been so stupid to rely on alcohol to help me trick my brother into making love with me. My fears were catching up to my physical state. I could feel the sadness forming in my eyes, prepared to let loose the flood of tears after hearing my only brother label me as some sort of monster. He came back to reality, his eyes finding mine. Then it happened.

He kissed me. It felt like how I remembered. Then he kissed me again, deeper this time. His hands gripped me at my shoulders, holding me as he pressed his soft lips against mine, showing me that everything that was of yesterday was still right. He pulled away, keeping up his silent stare.

“We made love yesterday.” I blurted, trying to fill the void of quietness between us.

“We did.” Jace agreed. “Do you regret it?” He asked, taking me by surprised.

“What? No of course not. I want you still. Every slurred word I said then I still mean.” I explained.

“You mean it? Everything, every last little thing?” He questioned suddenly paranoid that his mind was somehow telling lies instead of reality.

I reached out for his hands, his soft hands that held my body against his own.

“Ask me to do anything right now and I will do it. If I have to prove everything again I will. Do you want me to go down on you, let you cum in my mouth like you did yesterday? Do you want me to fill myself up with your dick and ride you until I could hardly stay conscious?” I offered, totally intent on proving my desire again.

“I lost my virginity yesterday.” He said, still somewhere far off in his mind.

The idea was so crazy, so absurd. Seeing blurred images of his sister taking the length of his cock in her. Most people would chalk that up to some fucked up kind of wet dream. But I knew he felt it too. He was just scared of feeling it, scared that his mind had made a false reality and that in the real world he would be shunned for feeling the way he did. But there was no false reality. Whatever he thought was true and I needed to convince him of that. I pushed him back onto the bed. I was already close to his waist, feasting my sober eyes on his morning wood. My fingers barely wrapped around it. Putting my relived fascination aside, dipped my head down to take the tip of his dick into my mouth. I sucked away at him, making him believe that he wasn’t alone in this situation. I gulped down as much as I could before leaving a stick mess between his dick and my mouth. I still looked at him with pleading eyes.

“Whatever is in your head, it’s true,” I went on explaining. “Remember what I said, It’s wrong to have these thoughts about each other, but I wanted them anyways. We said we’d keep this a secret. Don’t you still want me?” I questioned, on the verge of losing what I had just found not a full day ago.

“You’re not playing some sick joke on me?” He questioned, still paranoid.

“Jace I just sucked your dick, you really think I’d do that for a joke? I’ll do it again.” I said, dipping my head back down.

He stopped me, his eyes going from sad to enlightened.

“You really want this?” He asked again, needing more reassurance.

I scooted closer to him, taking his head in my hands and kissing him with as much emotion as I could.

“I want you Jace.” I said as clear as day.

He threw his hands around me, pulling me into a tight hug. I couldn’t help but hold him back. Everything was still true. He did want me. I was still his. Nothing has changed.

“What do we do now?” He asked, unsure of how to go about the days now, breaking up our hug.

I looked around, seeing wet messes and clothes tossed every which way. Oh fuck, Mom and Dad.

“We pretend like nothing happened yesterday,” I said, a pain shooting through me as I realized I couldn’t openly love him. “I need to get back in my room before Mom and Dad wake up. Switch out your sheets and wear your workout clothes, it’ll cover the smell of my cum on you.” I ordered.

I quickly gathered my clothes. I tossed them everywhere, not thinking of when I would have to clean up. The image of me stripping came back to my mind. I dressed as a schoolgirl for him. I looked at him, his naked body struggling with pulling the damp sheets from his bed.

“I dressed up as a schoolgirl for you.” I said, outloud.

He looked at me, unsure what to say. “I liked it?” He said, still unsure.

I swatted away the thought, checking the time to see that it was almost time for my parent’s alarm clock to go off.

“We only have three minutes! Hurry up!” I hissed. I found all my clothes and dashed across the hallway. Throwing the dirty clothes into my closet, I grabbed whatever I could that passed off as pajamas. I quickly dressed myself, the smell of my detergent out weighing the smell of my cum. I went back to check on Jace. His room smelled like sex so much. I scampered towards the window, propping it open. He was still naked but at least he had changed his sheets. I made my way towards his door, telling myself I needed to be in my own bed. Before my hand could reach the doorknob, Jace’s hand held my by my wrist.

“What are you doing?” I questioned.

I was further intrigued when he pulled me close to him.

“I have to get back to my room before they wake up.” I reminded him.

“You have something else to do.” He stated simply.

His hands shoved me down to my knees. We didn’t have time for this. I felt the tips of his fingers run across my lips, slipping in his index. He yanked down my jaw. His force was calling to the wild side of myself. Before I could react he grabbed me by the hair and thrusted his dick into my mouth. It was impossible to fight the urge to suck. My mouth instantly wrapped around him and started slurping away at his morning wood. I was happy to see him be more comfortable with me, pulling lightly on my hair, thrusting harder into my mouth. I was too distracted with serving him that I didn’t hear the hourly beep of his clock. Instead I felt him yank me up by my hair until I was back on my feet. He started shoving me through his room until I was at the door.

“I just had to feel that again.” He said as he kissed me, before silently slamming the door in my face.

Breakfast was awkward as it was stirring. I planned on having a normal breakfast, waiting out the clock until they left and take a bath while Jace went for his run. I was eating a bowl of cereal when Jace came down stairs at last. He sat down next to me and slightly hiked his running shorts up his thigh. I paid no attention to it. My parents were on the opposite side of the kitchen counter. It’s because of so that made my brother grab my hand set it down on his cock which hung out from his clothes. I jumped when I felt that veiny monster again. I cut him a look, pointing out our parents that stood not two feet away. He wasn’t having him. Today he was more confident. Yesterday he was the boy who was still a virgin. Now he felt untouchable, like he could get away with anything. Most important of all, he felt what it was like to have my soft hands and wet mouth bundle around his sensitive cock, and he wanted more of me. I played along, jerking him off slowly with our parents not having the slightest clue. It kinda turned me on doing this secretly, like fooling around in public but much more riskier. I tried eating my cereal, I often found myself sucking a bit too hard on my spoon, imagining something else instead. I was taken back when my father warned my mother of the time. They gathered their things and promptly left the house. The second the door shut behind them, Jace grabbed me by the back of my neck and bent me over the counter. At first I was scared, being caught so off guard and unaware of what was going on. I felt him press against my ass, being hard enough to feel through both our shorts.

“What happened to running every morning?” I questioned.

I felt his face get close to my neck, having him smell me without saying a word for awhile. His hands were slow and meticulous in touching me. He caressed every curve, squeezing all the right places.

“I was thinking of a new workout plan.” He mentioned.

I wondered what it would be, knowing well enough that that was just code talk for having lots of sex. But there’s so many ways to go about it. I wondered of the many things we’d explore together.

“Oh? What did you have in mind little brother?” I teased.

Instinctively I wiggled my ass against his bulging cock. I wanted him to ravish me right then, to use me for his pleasure.

“Is there any way I can help with your ‘workout?’” I said, bumping my booty against his hips as I said workout.

“We have until 4:00PM to fuck as much as we can for the day.” He announced.

That was quite the task coming from the guy would blew his wad with just a blowjob. I questioned his confidence, if he himself was up for an all day fuckathon. He still kept me pinned to the counter, a tight grip on the back of my neck.

“What do you want me do to you you?” I questioned, the same sultry tone I had as yesterday.

I sensed his smile, never getting tired of hearing his big sister remind him that I was his sex slave basically. That title gave me a small twitch in the panty area.

“I want you to go upstairs to your room, get on your hands and knees while keeping still as I plow into that tight cunt of yours.” He said so demandingly.

His hands became more rugged, setting aside the gentle touch and squeezing my tits hard, pinching my nipples until I yelped out.

“I got a better idea,” I offered, My hands reached down towards my shorts. While pressed against the table, I slid down the backside of my shorts, showing off my perfect ass and dripping pussy. “Here,” I said. “Do what you want to me here.” It was the most open area of the house. Every morning we would have breakfast here and now a new memory would be seared into our minds, a secret insider joke between us. It was just another place for Jace to make me his in. He shuffled about behind him, removing his shorts. I felt the warmth that came only from his cock.

“Now that I’m home for the summer, you’ll have so much time to have me for yourself.” I said, feeling my thighs dampen. I would be on a 24/7 job, catering to whatever he pleased. I felt the tip of his head lining itself up with my pussy. I shook in anticipation, awaiting the heavenly cock of my very own brother. I couldn’t stand the waiting anymore. I begged him.

“Take it brother. Fuck your sister’s pussy,” I turned around to look at him. Lust filled his green eyes. They stared me down. As our eyes I uttered the simple reminder of the relationship between us,

“I’m all yours.”

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