Okay, so here’s the thing. I’m Chloe. Eighteen. And I like drama. Both on TV and, let’s be honest, in real life. Is that so bad? I mean, aren’t we all just looking for a little something to feel?
Tonight had started rough. Just one of those days where everything felt like sandpaper against my skin. So, the shower. Not just a shower, a ritual. Scorching hot, almost painful, but in a good way. Like a baptism, washing away all the dumb crap of the day. Strawberry body wash, because why not? It smells good, and sometimes a girl just needs something predictable, you know?
And the shaving. Yeah, I shaved. Down there. Is that TMI? Probably. But, details, right? The hot water, the smooth glide of the razor, the feeling of being…clean. Ready. For what? I didn’t know. Maybe just ready for the night.
I stepped out, skin all flushed and sensitive. My boobs, still kinda small, but definitely mine, tightened in the cooler air. I didn’t bother with a bra. Why would I?
My room is my sanctuary, my mess. Clothes everywhere, makeup scattered on the dresser, a general state of controlled chaos. But I knew where everything was. Tonight, I wanted the red nightie. Silky, slinky, barely-there. It felt like a secret, a layer of skin that whispered promises I wasn’t sure I could keep.
No underwear. Call me crazy, but sometimes you gotta let the girls (and everything else) breathe. Is that too much? Am I supposed to edit myself? I don’t think so.
Downstairs. Alan’s there. My brother. Neanderthal in boxers. Already glued to the TV.
“Hey!” I announce, like the queen I am. Grab the remote. “I’m watching my show.”
He groans, the lazy bastard. “No way, I was watching the game.”
“Too bad,” I say, already swiping through channels. “Finders keepers.”
He sits up. Finally. “You are such a brat, Chloe.”
And I am. So what? “And you’re a couch potato.” I land on my trashy reality show. Perfect.
“Give me the remote, Chloe,” he says, all low and menacing.
“Make me.”
That’s when it all went to hell. Or maybe, just maybe, a little bit of heaven.
He lunged. I dodged, but he was quicker than I thought. He grabbed my wrist. We stumbled, fell. Suddenly, we were tangled on the floor, fighting over the damn remote like our lives depended on it.
Rolling around, grunting, giggling. The TV screen flickered, casting weird shadows on our faces. My nightie rode up, exposing way more leg than I intended. And then, for a split second, everything shifted.
He was on top of me, his weight pressing me into the carpet. His hand brushed my thigh. My breath caught.
His eyes were different. Darker. He looked…hungry. Was I imagining things? Probably. But suddenly, the fight for the remote wasn’t just a fight for the remote anymore.
Was this how it happened in those trashy romance novels I secretly devoured? The accidental touch, the unexpected spark? Was I about to have a moment with my brother?
Gross, right? But also…
I don’t know. I really don’t. And that’s the honest truth. My nightie was up, shit I had no knickers on. He was right there. And for the first time, maybe ever, I wasn’t entirely sure what was going to happen next. I felt omg I felt his cock harden through his boxers against me. Mom and Dad was out and only me and Alan was in.
His cock, hard and insistent, pressed against my mound through the thin fabric of his boxers. I felt a jolt of… something. Shock? Excitement? Fear? It was all three, tangled up in a messy knot. What the hell was happening? This was Alan, my brother. My annoying, immature, always-ready-with-a-dumb-joke brother.
I gasped as he pushed his hips against mine, the friction of his erection against my bare pussy making my head spin. Was he…hard for me? For his own sister? The thought sent a thrill through me, even as a part of me screamed to push him away.
“Fuck Alan, becareful your rubbing agains my… I dont have knickers on.” Why did I say that.
“You’re not wearing any underwear,” he stated, like it was a fact, a discovery.I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry.
“Nope. Just the nightie.” He licked his lips, his gaze dipping back down to where our bodies still pressed together.
“It’s so…thin. No knickers huh, easy access.” I felt the heat rise in my cheeks, knowing exactly what he meant.
“You’re such a perv, Al,” I managed to say, trying to sound stern, but my voice came out breathy.He grinned, his teeth flashing white in the dim light. “Omg Alan your thinking about fucking me. You wouldnt have the balls to do me right here in the living room.”
He snorted, rolling off me with a huff. “Like I’d want to touch you, brat.”
“See no balls, probably small cock too and can’t get it up,” I chuckled to see how far I could go. He wasnt hard for no reason.
He glared at me, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes. A challenge? A dare? “Oh really, sis? You really wanna go there huh? I will show you that its not fucking small.”
He reached for his boxers and tugged them down and instantly he pressed his cock against my bare vagina and pushed inside of me.
I gasped as he thrust into me, my body adjusting to his size, the intrusion. My pussy clenched around him, squeezing, trying to make sense of this new sensation.
“What the fuck, Alan? Ahhh… ahhh.” I hissed, my nails digging into his shoulders. “You can’t just…you can’t just stick your dick in me. Ahh fuck… yes ahhh.” But even as I said it, I could feel my body responding. My hips shifted slightly, accommodating him, encouraging him. My pussy clenched around his shaft, drawing him deeper.
“Alan, Fucking hell,” I gasped, pushing against his chest. “We shouldn’t be fucking…this is wrong. We’re… ahhh fuck… We’re siblings.”
Alan’s hips stilled, buried deep inside me, his breath hot against my neck is dick plunging in and out my needy little twat. “Wrong?” he echoed, his voice strained. “Feels pretty fucking right to me. I will stop if you want me to.”
“Don’t stop,” I heard myself whisper, the words slipping out before I could stop them.
Alan’s hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts through the thin fabric of my nightie.He tugged the neckline down, exposing me to the cool air. “Lookat these,” he murmured, his thumbs brushing over my nipples. “Perfect fucking tits.”
He leaned down, his mouth closing over one nipple. He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. I cried out, my hands flying to his hair, gripping tightly. His teeth grazed my skin, sending jolts of pleasure-pain straight to my core.
Meanwhile, his hips never stopped moving. He thrust into me with a steady rhythm, his cock filling me completely. I could feel every inch of him, stretching me, claiming me. It was wrong, so wrong, but it felt so damn right. “You like that, don’t you?” he murmured against my breast, his breath hot on my skin.
“Yes,” I whispered, the word barely audible.”I fucking love it. Don’t stop, Alan. Fuck me harder.”
Alan’s thrusts quickened, his cock driving into me with more force. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him on. The nightie rode up, baring my ass to the cool air, the friction of his skin against mine driving me wild.
“Oh god, yes,” I moaned, my head thrown back in abandon. “Harder, Alan. Fuck me harder.” I could feel his muscles flexing beneath my hands, the power in his movements sending shocks of pleasure through me.He obliged, his hips snapping against mine, his cock pounding into my pussy. The room filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, our ragged breathing, my wanton moans.
“Alan, oh fuck, right there,” I gasped, my body arching off the floor. “Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop.” He growled low in his throat, the vibration sending a shiver down my spine.
Alan’s hips pistoned, his cock slamming into me with a fierce intensity. The living room was filled with the sounds of our fucking – the wet slap of flesh against flesh, the creak of the floorboards, my high-pitched cries of pleasure. His balls slapped against my ass with each thrust, the sensation adding to the overwhelming stimulation.
“Fuck, Chloe,” he grunted, his face contorted with concentration and lust. “Your pussy is so tight. So fucking perfect.” His words spurred me on, and I clenched around him, relishing the feeling of his thick shaft stretching me.
I could feel my orgasm building, the pressure coiling in my core. My nails raked down his back, leaving red welts in their wake.
“Alan, I’m close,” I panted, my hips bucking wildly beneath him. “Make me cum. Please, make me cum on your cock.”
Alan’s eyes locked onto mine, fierce and intense. “Come for me, Chloe,” he commanded, his voice low and gravelly. “Come all over my dick.” He angled his hips, hitting that spot deep inside me with every thrust. The friction was exquisite, sending electric jolts of pleasure coursing through my veins. I could feel my climax building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in my core.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I chanted, my voice rising in pitch with each word. “Alan, I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” My words dissolved into a scream as my orgasm crashed over me, my pussy clamping down around his cock like a vice.
Wave after wave of ecstasy washed through me, my body convulsing with the force of it. Alan didn’t let up, his hips pistoning relentlessly, drawing out my pleasure.
Alan grunted so loud and started getting rough as he really went hard at my pussy. “Fuck, Chloe, I can feel you cumin unngh, I know your pussy can take a hammering.”
Alan’s thrusts became erratic, his breathing ragged. “Fuck, Chloe, I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum,” he gasped, his voice strained with effort. “Where do you want it? In your pussy? On your tits?” I hesitated for a split second, then made my decision.
“In my pussy,” I said, my voice barely audible.
Alan groaned loudly, his hips jerking as he spilled his hot cum deep inside my convulsing pussy. “Fuck, Chloe, yes!” he cried out, his body shuddering with the force of his release. I could feel his cock pulsing, pumping load after load of his thick, sticky seed into me, filling me up completely.As he finished, he collapsed on top of me, his chest heaving.
We lay there for a moment, tangled together, our bodies slick with sweat. Icould feel his cum leaking out of me, trickling down my thigh.
Alan lifted his head, his eyes meeting mine.There was a moment of silence, a moment where the reality of what we’d just done sank in. Then, slowly, a smirk spread across his face.
“Well,”he said, his voice low and amused, “that was unexpected.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, despite the situation. “Yeah, no shit, sherlock.”
I stared at Alan, my brother, lying on top of me, his cock still buried inside my pussy, his cum leaking out of me.I couldn’t believe what had just happened. We’d crossed a line, a huge line, and there was no going back. But fuck, it had felt so good.So right. I bit my lip, suddenly feeling shy.
Alan must have sensed my sudden change in mood because he propped himself up on his elbows, his eyes searching my face.
“Hey,” he said softly,”are you okay? We didn’t…I mean, I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
I shook my head, a small smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. “No, you didn’t hurt me. It was…intense. Really intense.”
Alan nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. “Yeah, it was. Fuck, Chloe, I never thought…I mean, you’re my sister. You got the best pussy ever.”
“Yeah?” I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Well, I guess you’re not so bad yourself, brother.”Alan’s eyes flash with a hunger I’ve never seen before.
Alan’s eyes flashed with a hunger I’d never seen before, his gaze raking over my body like he wanted to devour me whole.”Not so bad, huh?” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “I think I can do better than that.”
Before I could react, he rolled us over so I was straddling his hips. His hands gripped my thighs, his fingers digging into my soft flesh. I could feel his cock, still hard and ready, pressing against my entrance.
“Alan,” Ibreathed, my hands resting on his chest. “We shouldn’t…I mean, what if someone comes home?”
“Then we’ll hear them,” he replied, his hips lifting slightly, his tip sliding through my folds.”Now shut up and ride me, sis.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I found myself lifting up, positioning myself over his shaft. Looks like we are having round 2.
The end.