Indulge in the forbidden tale of a seductive encounter between siblings. Experience the raw passion as a younger sister succumbs to the irresistible charm of her older brother. Explore the boundaries of desire in ‘I Can’t Believe I Let My Big Brother Fuck Me.’ Get ready for a tantalizing journey that will leave you yearning for more.
Chapter 1: The Morning Window of Temptation
The gentle morning sunlight streamed through my bedroom window, casting a warm, inviting glow over my room. I blinked away sleep, my hazel eyes slowly adjusting to the soft, golden light that filled the space. As the world outside came to life, so did I.
I sat up in my cosy bed, the sheets falling to my waist, and ran a hand through my tousled brunette hair. At 18, I preferred the simplicity of short hair, a style that required little fuss. Neutral colours were my go-to, matching my unassuming demeanour.
Outside my window, I could see the picturesque college town I called home. Cobblestone streets, charming boutiques, and quaint cafes defined its charm. It was the kind of place where dreams seemed attainable, even for a college student like me, trying to navigate the complexities of life.
With a sigh, I stretched my arms overhead, my fingers brushing against the ceiling. Another day, another set of challenges to face. I knew I should get up, but the allure of my warm cocoon was hard to resist.
Finally, the persistent chime of my alarm clock pulled me from my reverie. I swung my legs out of bed and planted my feet on the floor, my bare toes brushing against the cool hardwood. The clock’s display showed the time—7:30 AM—and the reality of the day ahead set in.
As I began my morning routine, my thoughts drifted back to the boutique I’d passed on my way home from class yesterday. It had been there for ages, but yesterday, something in the window had caught my eye—a dress, a breathtaking masterpiece of fabric and design that seemed to glow in the sunlight. It was a dress fit for a dream, and for a moment, it made me forget my worries and responsibilities.
With a cup of freshly brewed coffee in hand, I settled at the kitchen table, my gaze drifting out the window. Across the street, the boutique’s sign swayed gently in the morning breeze. I took a sip of the steaming coffee, its rich aroma filling my senses.
The dress, with its intricate lacework and elegant silhouette, beckoned to me from afar, a shimmering vision just out of reach. I couldn’t help but smile as I imagined myself wearing it, feeling like the confident, independent woman I longed to become.
Today, I decided, would be the day I took the first step toward making that dress mine. The journey wouldn’t be easy, but I was determined to see it through. As the morning sun continued to bathe the world in its golden light, I knew that every day brought new opportunities, and this was my chance to chase my dreams.
Chapter 2: The Dream Dress
The morning sun had painted the town in shades of gold, and my determination to own that dress from the boutique across the street remained unwavering. As I sipped my coffee, I couldn’t help but let my thoughts drift back to that stunning masterpiece of fabric and design. It was a dress fit for a dream, and I was determined to make it a reality.
With each sip, I tried to rationalize the purchase. But reality had a way of creeping in, reminding me of my modest student budget. The dress was an indulgence I couldn’t afford, at least not without a plan.
I decided to confide in my best friend, Sarah. She was the kind of friend who always knew the right words to say and had an uncanny ability to lift my spirits. After all, we had been through thick and thin together since we first met in college.
Later in the day, I met Sarah at our favourite café, a cosy spot with plush armchairs and the aroma of freshly baked pastries. As I sipped my cappuccino and watched the frothy foam swirl, I finally brought up the dress.
“Sarah,” I began tentatively, “I saw this dress at that boutique across the street. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, but it’s so expensive.”
Sarah leaned in, her eyes filled with curiosity. “Tell me more,” she urged.
I described the dress, my voice filled with admiration. As I spoke, Sarah’s smile grew wider, and she nodded enthusiastically. “It sounds incredible, Alice. If you want it, you should go for it.”
“But you know my budget,” I said with a sigh. “I can’t just splurge on something like that.”
Sarah reached across the table and took my hand. “Alice, remember, sometimes it’s okay to treat yourself. And besides, you deserve it.”
Her words were like a warm embrace, and I couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of hope. “But how can I afford it?”
Sarah leaned back in her chair, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “How about asking your parents for help? They might be willing to chip in, especially for a special occasion like this.”
I considered her suggestion. It was a practical idea, and I knew I needed to be responsible. “You’re right, Sarah. I should talk to them and see if they’d be willing to help.”
She patted my hand reassuringly. “It’s never too late to chase your dreams, Alice. I’ll support you every step of the way.”
With Sarah by my side, the prospect of owning that dream dress seemed a little less daunting. It was the first step on a journey I was willing to take, and I couldn’t wait to see where it would lead.
Chapter 3: The Family Dilemma
Armed with Sarah’s encouraging words, I decided it was time to approach my parents about the dress. As the day wore on, I couldn’t shake the image of that enchanting dress from my mind, and I knew I had to at least ask.
The sun had reached its zenith when I made my way to the living room, where my mom was engrossed in a book. She looked up as I entered, and I could see the curiosity in her eyes.
“Hey, Mom,” I began, trying to sound casual, “there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”
She set her book aside and gave me her full attention. “Of course, Alice. What’s on your mind?”
I took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. “Well, there’s this dress I saw at a boutique across the street. It’s absolutely stunning, and I can’t stop thinking about it. But it’s quite expensive, and, well, I was wondering if maybe…”
Before I could finish, my mom’s expression shifted to one of sadness. She sighed softly and said, “I’m sorry, sweetie, but we’re facing some unexpected expenses right now, and we simply can’t afford to help you get the dress.”
My heart sank, and I nodded, my disappointment evident. “I understand, Mom. Thanks for listening.”
She reached out and gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. “You’re welcome, Alice. I wish we could do more for you. Remember, though, that you’re resourceful and determined, and I have no doubt you’ll find a way to make your dream come true.”
With a heavy heart, I left the living room, grateful for my mom’s understanding, even though she couldn’t fulfil my wish. It was a reminder that sometimes, we had to face disappointments on our journey to achieving our dreams.
Chapter 4: A Friend’s Support
After the disappointing conversation with my mom, I needed some time to collect my thoughts and regain my composure. I decided to meet up with Sarah for a coffee at our favourite café. Her presence always had a calming effect on me, and I knew I could count on her for support.
The café was bustling with activity as I walked in. Sarah was already there, sitting by the window, her smile warm and inviting. I ordered a cappuccino and joined her at the table, eager to share my recent developments.
As we chatted and sipped our coffee, I couldn’t help but think about my older brother, Nathan. Sarah and I had discussed him before, and I knew he wasn’t the easiest person to get along with. But desperation had a way of making us consider unlikely options.
“You know, Sarah,” I said, hesitating, “I’ve been thinking about asking Nathan for help.”
Sarah raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. “Your brother? Really? You two don’t exactly get along.”
I sighed, nodding in agreement. “I know, it’s a long shot. But I’m running out of options, and I need the money. Maybe, just maybe, he’ll surprise me.”
Sarah placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “Well, it’s worth a try, Alice. You never know. And if it doesn’t work out, you can explore other avenues. I’m here to support you no matter what.”
With Sarah’s unwavering support, the idea of asking my brother, despite our strained relationship, didn’t seem as daunting. I was willing to take the chance if it meant getting closer to making that dream dress mine.
Chapter 5: A Surprising Offer
In the days that followed, I found myself contemplating the idea of asking Nathan for help. Our relationship had always been rocky, and I knew he had a reputation for wanting something in return when he did favours. But with the dream of owning that $150 dress consuming my thoughts, I decided to give it a shot.
One evening, Nathan came over to the house. His demeanour was as cool and distant as ever, but I couldn’t shake the thought that maybe, just maybe, he could be the key to making my dream come true.
“Hey, Alice,” he said, his tone neutral.
“Hey, Nathan,” I replied, trying to sound casual. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”
There was a brief pause as he settled into the chair across from me, his eyes fixed on mine.
I took a deep breath. “Nathan, it’s about that dress I’ve been wanting. It costs $150, and I need some financial help to make it happen.”
There was a silence in the room, and for a moment, I feared he would simply reject my request. But then, to my surprise, he spoke up.
“What’s in it for me if I lend you the money?” he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity. His words felt strangely discomforting, as though his eyes were lingering on me in an unsettling way.
I swallowed hard, my desperation growing. “Please, Nathan,” I pleaded, “I really need this dress. I’ll pay you back as soon as I can. Just this once, please help me.”
His curiosity seemed to intensify, and his eyes swept up and down my figure in a way that made me feel uncomfortable. “I don’t know, Alice,” he finally said, his voice hesitant. “It’s a lot of money for just a dress. Let me think about it, and I’ll let you know later.”
A shiver of unease coursed through me at his response. The tension in the room seemed to thicken as we both understood that his help would come at a price, one I wasn’t quite prepared to define.
“I got an idea,” Nathan suddenly said, his voice low and conspiratorial. “You won’t like it, but if you do, I won’t lend it. I’ll give you the money and maybe a little extra.”
I was captivated and leaned in more closely, encouraging him to keep going. My jaw flew open in surprise as he murmured something into my ear.
“Ewww, no fucking way you filthy perv!” I said as I pulled away from him. “You are my brother, Nate!”
He shook his head, a sneer on his lips. “Fine, sorry I can’t help.”
The situation was still tense, but I was happy that he abandoned the unsettling idea, or did he? I wondered, with a combination of feelings, what other possibilities I had for making my dream dress come true.
Chapter 6: A Plan Unfolds
In the days that followed my unsettling encounter with Nathan, I couldn’t shake the feeling of discomfort that had settled over me. The dress still taunted me from the shop window, and my desire to own it had only grown stronger. But I was determined not to give in to Nathan’s disturbing proposition.
I decided to meet up with Sarah for coffee, hoping that a change of scenery and her company would help me clear my head. Sarah was always the voice of reason among my friends, and she had a way of seeing solutions when others couldn’t.
We sat in our favourite corner of the coffee shop, the warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. I sipped my latte nervously, unsure of how to broach the subject.
“Sarah,” I finally began, “you know that dress I’ve been talking about?”
She nodded, her eyes filled with understanding. “The one you can’t stop thinking about?”
She lowered her voice as if sharing a secret. “What if you consider asking your brother again, despite the weird offer he made? I mean, it’s clear he’s willing to help, and you said he might give you a little extra.”
I hesitated, my discomfort evident. “Sarah, I can’t bring myself to accept that kind of help from my own brother. It’s just… wrong, I am not fucking my own brother.”
“Wait… I thought he meant to do things for him, I didn’t think he meant fucking you”, Sarah said with disgust in her voice. “On second thought, maybe not your brother at all. I remember that time I stayed over at your place, and he was always eyeing me up. He creeps me out.”
Later that day, as I returned home alone, I decided to take my mind off things by doing some yoga in the front room. I changed into my crop top and skin-tight yoga pants, my body moving gracefully through each pose. Yoga had always been my sanctuary, a way to find peace in the chaos of life.
As I stretched and flowed through the poses, I couldn’t help but wonder if there was another way to make my dream dress a reality. The thought of Nathan’s unsettling proposition still lingered in the back of my mind, but I was determined to find a solution that didn’t compromise my values.
Chapter 7: An Unexpected Text
It was late at night, and the house was unusually quiet. My parents were both working overtime, leaving me alone in the dimly lit living room. The soft glow of the TV filled the room with a faint bluish hue as I curled up on the couch, lost in thought.
The dress still occupied my mind, and I couldn’t escape the relentless desire to make it mine. The unsettling offer from Nathan remained a haunting memory, and I couldn’t fathom the idea of accepting it.
As I pondered my options, I decided to send Nathan a text message, knowing it was a conversation I couldn’t have face-to-face.
In my cosy blue short nightie, I typed out the message, “I can’t believe I’m saying this to my brother, but fine, I will take your offer. Mom and Dad are out; come, and we’ll talk more about it.”
With the message sent, I waited in anticipation, unsure of how he would respond. My heart raced as I listened to the silence of the house, the minutes ticking away.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I heard a soft sound from the front door. Nathan had arrived.
Chapter 8: Sealing the Dirty Deal – Intense
Nathan’s arrival at our doorstep was marked by an eerie stillness. The clock on the wall ticked away the seconds as I waited in my cosy blue short nightie, anxiety gnawing at my insides.
The dim light in the living room flickered, casting long shadows that seemed to dance in rhythm with my racing heart. The house felt different at this hour, almost otherworldly, as though it held secrets it only revealed in the dead of night.
When the door creaked open, I turned to see Nathan’s silhouette in the doorway. His presence was both familiar and unsettling, and it sent a shiver down my spine.
“Come in,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
Nathan entered, his footsteps echoing softly on the hardwood floor. He closed the door behind him, and the room was plunged into an almost complete darkness. The only sources of illumination were the soft glow of the TV and the dim moonlight filtering through the curtains.
We faced each other in silence, the weight of our unspoken agreement hanging in the air. I couldn’t bring myself to meet his eyes, and instead, I focused on the floor, my heart pounding like a drum.
“So,” he finally said, his voice breaking the silence, “you’ve agreed to my offer?”
I nodded, my throat dry. “Yes, Nathan, but you have to promise that this will stay between us. No one can ever know about it.”
He chuckled softly, a mirthless sound that sent a chill down my spine. “Of course, Alice. Our little secret.”
My heart raced as he stepped closer, and I couldn’t deny the intensity of the moment. We found ourselves making our way over to the couch, side by side, our hearts pounding in the darkness.
As we both sat down, there was a feeling of vulnerability that washed over me. I mustered up the courage to turn towards him, my voice trembling. “Please, give me the money.”
But he smirked, a devilish glint in his eyes. “Nope, not until we seal the deal, or should I say seal the deed. We don’t have all night, you know.”
My heart raced as his hand gently caressed my leg. Time was running out, the sound of the ticking clock echoing in my ears. “I… I can’t believe you suggested this. Isn’t there another way? Do I really have to go as far as sleeping with my own brother?”
He smirked, his eyes filled with anticipation as he adjusted the bulge in his crotch. “Sorry, sis, but it’s been a while for me. We’ll keep it our dirty little secret. You scratch my back, I scratch yours.”
His hand boldly travelled up my thigh, teasing the edge of my panties. My heart raced, a mix of excitement and unease flooding my body. Taking a deep breath, I mustered the courage to speak. “Alright, let’s get this over with. I want that dress.”
With a swift motion, he unbuttoned his trousers, revealing his throbbing cock. Grabbing my hand, he guided it around his pulsating shaft. “Time to put those pretty lips to work, sis,” he grinned, settling back comfortably.
A wave of conflicting emotions washed over me. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, all for the sake of a dress. Closing my eyes, I reluctantly lowered my mouth onto his eager member.
I could taste the tangy flavour of his precum as I eagerly continued to suck on his throbbing cock, my lips tightly wrapped around it. A mixture of unease and anticipation washed over me as I longed to bring him to the edge of ecstasy. However, before I could accomplish my goal, he abruptly pulled my head away from his pulsating member. His gaze was filled with determination as he guided me down onto the plush couch.
I was taken aback by his sudden change of plans, which left me feeling confused. “Hold on, I thought you wanted me to give you an amazing blowjob,” I stammered, my voice revealing a hint of unease. “Are you seriously going to have sex with me instead?”
A mischievous smile spread across his face as he lifted my delicate nightgown, exposing the vulnerable skin underneath. I blushed with embarrassment as he effortlessly removed my underwear, leaving my exposed genitals at his mercy. With a quick motion, he positioned himself between my trembling legs, the tip of his erect penis teasing my smooth, bare clitoris with each arousing stroke.
And then, it happened. He penetrated me, causing me to gasp in surprise. He was inside me, inside my vagina, inside his own sister. His hands lifted my nightgown even more, giving him a better view of my 34B breasts as he thrust in and out of me, causing my breasts to sway with the motion. I lay there, and a part of me started to enjoy it. His grip on my hips tightened, and his thrusts became more forceful. That was it—I couldn’t resist anymore. “Oh, fuck me, bro,” I moaned. As soon as I said that, he began to fuck me harder.
He continued to thrust into me with increasing intensity, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the room. Pleasure surged through my veins, overpowering any lingering doubts or hesitations. I surrendered to the forbidden pleasure, my moans growing louder with each deep penetration.
His hands roamed my body, caressing and squeezing, igniting sensations that sent shivers down my spine. The room filled with the scent of our desire, a potent mix of sweat and arousal. My hands grasped the couch tightly, my nails digging into the fabric as waves of pleasure washed over me.
His fucking cock relentlessly hammered my tight cunt, thrusting deep inside me with every brutal stroke. I could feel the intense pleasure building within me, and it was all because of my twisted desire for my own fucking brother. At first, I tried to resist, thinking it was so damn wrong, but goddamn it, his cock felt so fucking good inside me that the guilt melted away like a fucking dream.
Every forceful thrust pushed me closer to the edge, my body trembling with a mix of pleasure and forbidden excitement. The thought that I was getting fucked by my own brother only intensified the raw carnality of it all. My pussy clenched around his throbbing shaft, begging for more as if it had a mind of its own.
The dress I desired so desperately became an afterthought, a fucking bonus in the face of the mind-blowing ecstasy that consumed us. I surrendered to the forbidden pleasure, losing myself in the taboo act of sibling lust. The sheer taboo of it all made the pleasure even more intense, fueling our passion to new heights.
As my brother continued to ravage my soaked pussy with his relentless pounding, the room filled with the sounds of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh. Each savage thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body, making me moan and scream uncontrollably. The pleasure was so intense, it was as if my senses were on fucking fire.
“Fuck, you dirty slut,” my brother growled, his voice dripping with raw desire. “You love it when I fuck you like this, don’t you? You’re such a fucking whore for my cock.”
Omg him actually talking to me like this while fucking me turned me on more.
I couldn’t even form a coherent response. All I could do was surrender to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through me. My pussy was aching, my clit throbbing with each merciless thrust. It was as if my brother knew exactly how to push all the right buttons, driving me to the brink of insanity.
As our bodies continued to collide in a frenzy of lust, my brother’s relentless pounding brought me to the brink of sensory overload. Our moans of pleasure filled the room, mingling with the intoxicating scent of sex. The raw intensity of our forbidden encounter pushed us both to the edge of sanity.
Unable to hold back any longer, my brother unleashed a deep grunty groan as he reached the point of no return. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, my cunt clenched tightly around him, pulsating with every hot stream of his release. His warm cum flooded my depths, filling me with a sense of satisfaction and completion.
He kissed my neck and whispered into my ear. “Thank you, sis, for this, wow your pussy was amazing”.
He then slid out of me and I watched as he put his drained dick away. He got out his wallet and handed me $300.
“Damn, the dress is only $150, bro,” he smirked at me. “Well, you’ve certainly earned it. Let’s grab two dresses,” he suggested with a mischievous grin. We shared a laugh as he made his way towards the front door. I couldn’t resist teasing him further, “Oh well, in that case, I owe you another session.” His eyes gleamed with excitement as he replied, “I can’t fucking wait, sis.”