I have always fancied my brother, yes weird I know. But omg he was fit as fuck, muscles and toned. I know, it’s probably wrong to even think about him like this, but I can’t help the way my stomach flips when he walks into a room. The way his t-shirts stretch across his chest, the easy confidence in his stride… it’s intoxicating.
My brother was a player, most nights he would bring a girl back home. I would hear them fucking most of the night which turned me on. I was not allowed to bring guys back but he was allowed to bring cheap tarts back.
The worst part was the casualness of it all. He’d stroll into the kitchen in the morning, grabbing a protein shake like nothing had happened, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips if he caught me looking at him. And I would be stuck there, a tangled mess of longing and frustration, the memory of the previous night’s soundtrack echoing in my ears.
It wasn’t just the physical attraction, though that was a roaring inferno. It was also the unfairness of it all. He got to explore, to experience, to carelessly discard, while I was confined to my room, a prisoner of my own desires and the societal taboo that caged them. Mom and Dad had always been stricter with me, claiming it was because I was a girl, needing “protection.” But all it did was breed resentment, a burning anger that fueled my forbidden fantasies.
One Saturday, the house was empty. Mom and Dad were at some charity gala, and my brother’s usual crew of friends were out of town. It was just us.
I decided to be lazy and put a nightie on and fuck it I left my knickers and bra off. I went back downstairs and he was relaxing drinking beers.
He looked up as I walked in, his eyes lingering a beat too long, or at least that’s how it felt to me. The silence stretched, thick and uncomfortable. I suddenly felt acutely aware of the thin fabric of my nightie, the way it clung in some places and floated in others.
“Hey,” I managed, my voice a little breathier than I intended. “Where is everyone?”
He shrugged, taking another swig of his beer. “Out and about. You know how it is.”
“Yeah,” I mumbled, suddenly desperate to leave. “Well, I’m just going to… grab some water.”
I turned towards the kitchen, but he stopped me. “Wait. Want a beer?”
I smirked, “sure why not. No girl tonight.”
He laughed, the sound rumbling in his chest, a sound that usually sent shivers down my spine for all the wrong reasons. Tonight, it just felt…different. Loaded.
“Nope. Taking a night off. Figured I’d just chill,” he said, gesturing towards the couch with the beer bottle. “Come on, sit down. We never actually hang out, just us.”
The “just us” hung in the air, a shimmering, dangerous possibility. I hesitated, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Part of me, the rational part, screamed to run, to lock myself in my room and bury myself under the covers. But the other part, the desperate, reckless part, was already moving towards the couch.
I took the beer he offered, the cold glass slick against my hand. I sat a little too close, my thigh almost brushing his. The tension in the room was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. We sat in silence for a few minutes, the only sound the quiet hum of the refrigerator.
“So,” I started, my voice shaky. “Anything interesting happen today?”
He chuckled, a low, throaty sound. “Not really. Just the usual gym, a bit of gaming. You know, the thrilling life of a bachelor.” He cut his eyes at my nightie and I could see his hard on.
I blushed furiously, grabbing my beer and trying to act nonchalant. “Sounds… exciting,” I managed, taking a long swig. The cold liquid did little to soothe the heat rising in my cheeks.
He leaned back against the couch, stretching his arm along the back, almost touching my shoulder. “What about you? You been cooped up in your room all day.”
“Yeah, pretty much. Just reading, listening to music. The usual,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. My heart was hammering against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence. I could feel the heat radiating off him, the subtle scent of his cologne, a mix of spice and something inherently masculine.
He shifted slightly, turning his head to look at me, his eyes dark and intense. “You okay? You seem…flustered.”
My breath hitched. He was too close, too observant. “I’m fine,” I lied, my voice barely a whisper as he caught me looking at his crotch.
He smirked, a knowing glint in his eyes. “Sure you are,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky tone that sent shivers down my spine. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear. “You know, you look really good in that nightie.”
“Thanks,” I whispered, barely audible. I shivered a little.
He chuckled, the sound vibrating against my skin. “Relax, I’m not complaining,” he said, his gaze dropping to my chest. My nipples hardened under the thin fabric, betraying my rising arousal.
“Anyway as you’re the only one here that can keep me warm you’ll have to do.” I was flirting and I hated it.
He didn’t say anything, just continued to stare, his eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and something else I couldn’t quite decipher. Hope? Desire? I wasn’t sure. But whatever it was, it was making my pulse race.
He reached out, his fingers gently tracing the line of my jaw. “You know, I’ve always thought you were beautiful,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble.
My breath caught in my throat. Had he really said that? Did he actually mean it?
I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice. “Really?” I managed, my voice barely above a whisper.
He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. “Yeah, really.” He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above mine. “I just…I never thought…”
“Never thought what?” I breathed, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Never thought you felt the same way,” he whispered, his lips finally brushing against mine. “Do you wanna suck my cock.”
“Haha how romantic, thought it was your night off from girls. Is there not a night you don’t want your dick wet.” I laughed feeling turned on. I reached for the waist band of his jogging bottoms.
His eyes darkened, a raw intensity replacing the playful glint. He didn’t pull away, didn’t deny the blatant proposition. Instead, he met my gaze, his expression a mixture of challenge and invitation. “You think you can handle it?” he murmured, his voice rough with barely suppressed desire.
I swallowed, my throat dry. “Trust me, I am good at sucking dick. Don’t tell mom or dad.”
I was playing with fire and I didn’t care. The heat, the danger, the forbidden nature of it all…it was intoxicating. I pushed his jogging bottoms down, freeing his hard cock, he was uncut. I had never seen an uncut cock before.
He groaned as I wrapped my hand around his shaft, the velvety skin hot against my palm. He was thick, bigger than I had imagined, and the feel of him was both thrilling and intimidating.
He tasted good, I started sucking it more. He tasted super salty. I took it right to the back of my throat.
He groaned louder this time, his hands gripping my hair, his body trembling. The sound was a mix of pleasure and torment, and it only fuelled my desire. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this, that it was wrong on so many levels. But in that moment, all I cared about was the sensation, the intimacy, the forbidden thrill of having him like this, completely at my mercy.
I give him head for 15 minutes my head bobbing up and down on his dick and then…
He moved himself and pushed me down on the couch, pulled my dress up and he started kissing my neck. I moaned at the feeling of his lips on my skin, the heat of his breath sending shivers down my spine. He worked his way down, his tongue tracing the curve of my collarbone, then lower, to the swell of my breasts.
“God, you feel good,” he murmured, his voice husky against my skin. He sucked one nipple and then the other.
I arched my back, my hands tangled in his hair, the forbidden pleasure overwhelming my senses. This was wrong, I knew it, but I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop.
“Please,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Please, don’t stop.”
He didn’t need any further encouragement. He moved lower, his fingers tracing the inside of my thighs. I parted my legs, inviting him in.
“You sure about this?” he asked, his voice thick with desire.
I nodded, my eyes locked on his. There was no turning back now.
He positioned himself between my legs, hesitated for a moment, then slowly, deliberately, pushed inside me. I gasped, the sensation both exquisite and overwhelming. He was tight, too big, and it hurt, but the pain was quickly replaced by pleasure.
He started to move, slowly at first, then faster, harder. I met his thrusts, my body arching against his. The world narrowed to just us, the feel of his skin against mine, the sound of our breathing, the rhythm of our bodies.
“Unnngh take my cock Kirsty,” he grunted and his balls slapped against me as he slid in and out of my pussy. He started rough fucking me into the couch is dick pounding my hole. “COME on I know you can take it.”
I took his cock right up my fertile channel.
As he pounded into me, I felt a rush of forbidden pleasure, my body responding to his rough thrusts with an intensity I’d never known before. The pain of his size, the stretch of my tightness around him, only added to the intensity of the sensation.
“Fuck, your fanny is so tight,” he grunted, his pace increasing, driving into me with a primal urgency. “Take it, Kirsty, take my cock.”
I moaned, my nails digging into his back as he pistoned in and out of me, his thick shaft splitting me open, claiming me in a way I’d never allowed anyone else to. “Ahhh my pussy.”
He pulled out and flipped me over onto my stomach, pulling my hips up so my ass was in the air. He slapped my ass hard and then rubbed the sting away.
He then started to push his thick cock back into my pussy. He grabbed my hips and started to fuck me hard from behind. I gripped the couch tightly as he slammed into me, his balls slapping against my clit with each thrust.
“Ahhhh fuck!” I screamed as he pounded me, his thick cock stretching me wide.
He leaned over, his chest pressing against my back, his lips brushing against my ear. “You like that, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice a low growl. “You like being fucked by your brother.”
I couldn’t deny it. The taboo nature of it all, the forbidden pleasure, the thrill of being caught…it was all driving me wild.
“Yes,” I gasped, my voice barely audible over the sound of our bodies slapping together. “Yes, I fucking love it. Just… ahhh… don’t cum inside me. Finish…. in… my mouth… ahhhhh.”
He pulls out and flips me onto my back again, his eyes wild with lust. He straddled my chest as he stuffed his cock in my mouth and started fucking my face and grunted.
His thick shaft pulsed against my tongue, the salty taste of his precum coating my mouth as he thrust deeper. I gagged slightly, my throat convulsing around his length, but he didn’t slow down. He gripped my hair tightly, his hips pumping furiously as he chased his release.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he grunted, his voice strained. “Open wide, Kirsty. I’m gonna fill that pretty mouth of yours.”
I did as I was told, my lips stretching wide around his girth. He slammed into my throat one last time, his body tensing as he let out a loud groan. Hot, thick ropes of cum erupted from his cock, flooding my mouth and coating my tongue.
I swallowed quickly, trying to keep up with the steady stream. The taste was overwhelming, salty and slightly bitter, but I didn’t stop. I kept swallowing… NO I was gulping that shit down, milking his shaft with my throat until he was completely drained.
I couldn’t believe what just happened. I had just sucked my brother’s cock and then he had fucked me. Hard. Rough. Without a care in the world. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once.
As the afterglow faded, reality began to set in. What had we just done? We couldn’t tell anyone about this. It was a secret, a forbidden act that would destroy our relationship if it ever came to light. I sat up slowly, my body aching in unfamiliar ways. He was still straddling me, his softening cock slipping from between my lips. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, trying to clean away the remnants of his cum.
He looked at me, his expression unreadable. “That was…intense,” he said finally, his voice low and rough. I nodded, my heart racing. “I know. I can’t believe we did that.”
He smirked tucking his spent dick away, “I think that as to be the best fanny I have had.”
“Your fanny? You mean my pussy?” I asked, a smirk playing on my lips as I watched him tuck himself away. He chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
“Yeah, your pussy. It’s incredible. Tight and wet and perfect.” I blushed at the compliment, feeling a thrill of pride and pleasure. No one had ever spoken to me like that before, especially not my brother.
“So, uh, what now?” I asked, trying to sound casual despite the post-coital haze clouding my mind. “Are we just gonna… ignore this?” He shrugged, leaning back against the couch. “I don’t see why not. It was a one-time thing, right? We can go back to normal. Unless we sneak around, could be fun.”
“Sneaking around could be fun,” I agreed, a mischievous spark igniting in my chest. “As long as we’re careful, no one has to know.”
He nodded, his eyes glinting with excitement. “Exactly. And who knows, maybe we’ll discover some new kinks along the way.”