“Oh come on, Mum,” I whined, my voice getting high and whiny. My face probably looked all squished up like I was about to cry. “It’s only £150. I promise I’ll pay you back!” I was practically begging, right there in the kitchen. “I just really want that new dress.”
Mum just shook her head. Her lips pressed into a thin line. “No, sweetie. I can’t keep giving you money all the time.” She grabbed her bag and keys. “Get a bloody job, Ella.”
My shoulders slumped right down. I felt like a little kid who didn’t get her way, even though I was 18. I turned and stomped my feet a bit, heading for the stairs.
“And don’t bother your brother,” she called after me. “He needs to sleep. He’s been working nights, remember? Needs his energy.” She locked the door. “Right, I’m off to work. You be good, you hear?”
She always treated me like a baby. My cheeks felt hot from anger as I stormed up the stairs. My feet hit each step hard. I was still really mad.
As I walked past Nick’s room, I heard something. A soft panting sound. My ears perked up. What was that? My curiosity made me stop right outside his door. I leaned closer and listened.
The sound came again, a little faster. My heart started to thump in my chest. I gently pushed the door open, just a tiny crack.
My eyes went wide. Nick was sitting up in his bed. The sheets were moving up and down in a rhythm. His hand was busy under them, really fast. Oh my God. He was… doing that. To himself.
My face went super hot, all the way to my ears. I felt so embarrassed, for him and for me. I pulled the door shut quickly, without making a sound. I practically ran to my own room and flopped onto my bed. My mind was trying to sort out what I’d just seen. It was a lot.
I lay there, staring at my ceiling. My mind was racing. Would Nick give me the money for the dress? He had to have some.
God, it was still so weird. My own brother, doing that in his bed. I shook my head a little, just thinking about it.
But then, a naughty thought popped into my head. He was so… worked up. Maybe he’d be really easy to get money from right now.
An idea started to bubble up inside me, a tiny, sneaky little plan. What if I sent him a picture? A special picture. And then pretended I sent it to the wrong person on accident? That might get his attention.
Okay, new plan. I got up from my bed. I stripped off my clothes, letting them fall to the floor. My skin felt bare and a little cool. I even left my underwear off. Nope, not today.
Instead, I slipped into my super short red nightie. It was silk and felt smooth against my skin. It barely covered my bum, and the front plunged really low. I could feel my breasts almost spilling out.
This would be a good test. If he was that turned on, he’d definitely like this. I decided to go for it.
I climbed onto my bed, getting on my hands and knees. My back arched a little, and my bum stuck up. I grabbed my phone and held it up high, looking at the camera from below. I gave a really naughty, knowing smile. Click.
I checked the picture on my phone. Oh wow. My face felt hot, but I couldn’t help a little shiver of excitement.
Damn, I looked good. Being on all fours really made my boobs hang down. They were right there, almost falling out of the super-low neckline. I could just see the very tips of my nipples.
My heart thumping, I typed a message. A really cheeky one. “Like what you see, god I need dick right now.” I sent it straight to Nick.
Then, quickly, before he could even reply, I typed another. “Shit, Nick, ignore that photo. Delete it, god, I’m embarrassed.”
Perfect.
Just moments later, my phone buzzed in my hand. I snatched it up.
“Fucking hell, sis.” That was all it said.
My heart gave a huge thump-thump-thump in my chest. It was working! Oh my god, it was actually working. A tiny, triumphant smile spread across my lips. I couldn’t help it.
I held my breath, waiting. My eyes were glued to my door, then back to my phone. What would happen next?
A few seconds felt like an hour. Then, I heard a shuffle from his room. A quiet creak. Then, footsteps. Slow, heavy footsteps in the hallway.
They stopped right outside my door. My breath caught. Knock, knock. Soft but firm.
“Ella?” Nick’s voice came through the door. It was rough, kind of raspy. Much lower than usual.
“Yeah?” I called back, trying my best to sound innocent. My voice came out a little shaky though. My hands went to the hem of my nightie, pulling it down just a tiny bit. I wanted to make sure my nipples were still just peeking out. That was the point, after all.
The door creaked open slowly. Nick stood there in the doorway. He looked a mess, really dishevelled. His dark hair was all messed up, sticking out in every direction. He was only wearing a pair of dark boxers.
My eyes just naturally slid down. Oh. Yeah. He was definitely hard. It was really clear through the thin fabric of his boxers. My stomach did a little flip.
He cleared his throat, a dry sound. “What was that photo?” He didn’t sound mad at all. More like… confused, but also a little bit hooked.
I quickly yanked the covers up to my chin. I tried to look really embarrassed, my eyes wide. “Oh my god, Nick, I told you to delete it! It was meant for… someone else. I just picked the wrong name!”
He stepped all the way into my room now. The door clicked shut softly behind him. He took another step closer to my bed. “Someone else, huh?” His eyes were really sharp, looking all over me. They swept down my short nightie, then back up to my face, then to how I was snuggled into the covers. “And you said you ‘need dick right now’?” He mimicked my message.
“It’s just a joke!” I insisted, trying to make my voice sound normal. But I could hear it. It was a little too high, a little too squeaky. “We were just messing around. Please, Nick, just forget about it.”
He didn’t move an inch. He just stood there, staring. “Ella,” he said, his voice deep. “You know that’s not just a ‘joke’ when you send a photo like that.” His eyes were really intense, burning into mine. “You know what that does to me.”
I stayed quiet, letting the silence just hang in the air between us. My heart was still pounding, but I knew this was my moment. Time to really push.
“Look, I’m really sorry,” I said, making my voice soft and quiet now. I let out a tiny, fake sigh, trying to sound sad. “It’s just… I’m so stressed out.”
He frowned, taking another step closer to my bed. He was really close now. “Stressed?” he asked. “About what?”
“Mum,” I mumbled, looking down at my hands, pretending to be all sad. “She won’t give me the money for that dress. And I really, really want it.” I sniffled a little, fake. “It’s £150, Nick.” I slowly looked up at him, putting on my absolute best puppy-dog eyes. “I just don’t know what to do.”
He stood right by the side of my bed now, totally still. His eyes were still glued to me. His chest was moving up and down, a little faster than normal, under his bare skin. He was just in those boxers.
“£150, huh?” he repeated, his voice really low and husky. He paused for a moment.
Then, his hand reached out. It hovered right over my leg, just above the blanket. I could feel the heat radiating from it.
“So, you need money?” he asked, his voice a little shaky now. “And I really need to cum. And somewhere to cum, if you get me. I have £210 on me right now.”
My breath hitched. “Oh. You want to put your… in me.” My whole body froze. My eyes went straight down to his boxers. I could see it, straining hard against the material. It was definitely big.
“But I thought you had to sleep, Nick. You’ve been working nights,” I stammered, trying to keep my cool.
He chuckled softly, a low, husky sound that sent shivers down my spine. “I’ll sleep later. I am kind of really horny.”
I sighed, “this is embarrassing. Ok, but no kissing just sex and you pay me right after. Deal?”
He stared at me, his eyes dark and unblinking. The air in the room felt thick, heavy with unspoken things. My heart was still hammering against my ribs, a frantic little bird trapped in a cage. I watched his face, trying to read him, but it was a blank slate, except for the raw intensity in his gaze. He wasn’t smiling, but there was a flicker, a warmth that wasn’t just arousal. It was something else, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
“Deal,” he finally rasped, the single word cutting through the silence. His voice was even deeper now, rougher than before, and it sent another jolt right through me.
My breath hitched. Okay. This was happening. My whole body tensed, a mix of fear and a strange, thrilling excitement. I mean, my brother. My brother. But that dress… God, I really wanted that dress. And he had the money.
He took another step, then another, until he was right at the edge of my bed. The bed dipped slightly under his weight as he carefully, slowly, sat down. He didn’t look away from me, not once. His eyes, still burning, seemed to devour me whole, sweeping over my face, then down to my shoulders, the thin strap of my nightie, the curve of my visible breast, and then back up again. I felt completely exposed, even with the blanket pulled up to my chin.
“Move over,” he commanded, the husky tone almost a whisper.
I nodded, my head feeling heavy. I scrambled back, pressing myself against the headboard, pulling the duvet even tighter around me, practically cocooning myself. My hands were trembling slightly as I clutched the fabric.
He didn’t waste any time. He swung his legs onto the bed, then slowly, deliberately, slid himself up, until he was lying down beside me. The mattress sagged even more. The heat from his body, even through the thin blanket, was intense, immediately making my skin prickle. He shifted, turning onto his side, facing me. His arm reached out, ever so slowly, and gently, carefully, he pulled the duvet down. Just a little. He didn’t snatch it, didn’t yank it away. Just softened the hold I had on it.
My heart was beating so hard I thought he must be able to hear it. My eyes darted from his face, down to his chest, the sparse dark hairs on his pectorals, and then finally down to the bulge in his boxers. It was still there, just as prominent, maybe even more so now that he was closer, his body fully relaxed onto the bed.
He didn’t say anything. His eyes were still locked on mine. Slowly, his hand moved, not to me, but to the elastic waistband of his dark boxers. My breath caught in my throat. He tugged them down, slowly, revealing more and more of his erection.
My mouth felt suddenly dry. It was big. Really big. Thicker than I’d imagined, and long. It sprang free, dark and engorged, pulsing slightly. A deep, heavy throb. My gaze was fixed on it, mesmerized and terrified all at once. My cheeks were on fire.
He watched my reaction, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. Then, he moved again, shifting his weight. He didn’t get on top of me. Instead, he slid down the bed, his head only just reaching my chest. He carefully parted my legs, his knees gently nudging my thighs open. I let them fall, wide and open, exposing myself completely under the thin silk nightie. The cool air hit my bare skin, making me shiver, but it was quickly replaced by the intense heat of his body between my legs.
He was right there. His hardened cock was practically pressing against my bare skin now, just above my panties. Oh, wait. No panties. Right. I’d taken them off. My entire body flushed a deeper shade of red. This was it.
He lowered his head slightly, his eyes still on mine as he did so. He leaned forward and his rough stubble brushed against my inner thigh. A shockwave went through me. He was so close. So incredibly, intimately close.
Then, his hand, that same confident, warm hand, reached down. He didn’t touch me directly at first. He just rested it on my inner thigh, his fingers barely grazing the sensitive skin. He moved it higher, then higher, until his fingertips were just at the very edge of my swollen labia. I could feel the heat, the slight pressure. My pussy was already wet, a tiny bit of moisture gathering. The thought of his fingers, his hand, down there, sent another wave of shivers.
He looked up at me, his eyes asking for permission, even though we had already made the ‘deal’. I swallowed hard and nodded, a barely perceptible movement.
His fingers slowly, gently, parted my lips. My breath hitched. He wasn’t rough, not at all. He was incredibly tender, almost reverent as he touched me. My pussy felt so exposed, so raw, so open to him. He stroked me, just a light, teasing touch, making me squirm slightly on the bed. A low, soft moan escaped my lips, unplanned, unbidden.
His head moved again, and I felt something warm and hard pressing against my clit. His cock. No, not quite. It was the head of his cock. My eyes flew open wide, fixing on his face. He was looking at me, watching my every reaction.
Then, slowly, he began to move it. Up and down. Just the head. Sliding it along my sensitive slit. Oh God. It felt enormous, filling me without even being inside. The friction was incredible, a slow burn that quickly intensified. My hips instinctively began to lift, trying to meet him, to push into the sensation.
“Nick,” I whimpered, not even realizing I’d said his name.
He didn’t respond with words, just a low grunt, his eyes still on mine, his tongue flicking out to moisten his lips. His hand was still on my thigh, gripping me gently, keeping me steady. The head of his cock slid over my clit again, then over the entrance to my pussy, teasing, testing. I was so wet now, slick and ready. Every nerve ending in my body felt alive, humming with anticipation and a strange, almost forbidden pleasure.
He paused for a second, his eyes still locked on mine. He leaned down, just a fraction, and I felt the incredibly warm, moist tip of his cock press firmly against my opening. He took a slow breath, and I mirrored it, drawing in air, holding it.
Then, with a gentle, deliberate push, he began to slide inside.
It wasn’t a sudden plunge, but a slow, excruciatingly slow invasion. The head of his cock nudged, stretched, and then began to penetrate. I felt the pressure, a fullness that was both overwhelming and utterly exhilarating. My back arched off the bed, a soft gasp tearing from my throat. It was big, so big.
I felt myself stretch, feeling a brief sting, then a growing warmth as he eased deeper. Inch by agonizing inch, he filled me. My muscles tensed around him, clenching and releasing, trying to accommodate his size. My eyes were squeezed shut now, a silent whimper escaping my lips.
“Easy, Ella,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble against my ear, even though his head was still at my waist. I could feel the vibrations through my body. He was leaning over me, supporting himself on his elbows, his eyes still on my face.
He pushed a little more, and I felt him hit something deep inside, a soft internal wall. He was fully in now. My pussy was stretched to its absolute limit, utterly filled by him. I could feel the pulsing heat, the incredible pressure from his thick cock deep inside me. He was so warm, so hard, so there.
He didn’t move for a moment, just stayed buried deep inside me, letting me adjust, letting my body accept him. My breathing was ragged, shallow gasps. My chest was heaving. He started to move, slowly at first. A small, tentative pull back, then an equally careful thrust forward. Each movement sent a jolt of pleasure and sensation through my entire body.
My hips started to rock with him, a primal, instinctive movement. I couldn’t help it. The feeling was too intense, too overwhelming to resist. He pulled back almost completely, just the head of his cock barely inside, then pushed in again, hard and deep. My back arched higher, my nails digging into the sheets beneath me.
“Oh… God,” I gasped, my voice barely a whisper. The forbidden thrill of it, the sheer magnitude of the sensation, was making my head spin. My brother. My brother was inside me.
He started a rhythm now, slow and steady. Each thrust was deep, deliberate, filling me completely, then pulling out almost all the way before ramming back in. I could feel him stretching me, pushing against my internal walls, hitting that sensitive spot again and again. My internal muscles were clenching around him, gripping him tightly with every movement.
“You like that, Ella?” he groaned, his voice thick with lust, his eyes still burning into mine. He didn’t look away. Not once. It was like he wanted to see every single flicker of pleasure, every single reaction on my face.
I couldn’t speak. I could only manage a choked sound, a mix of a sob and a moan. My head was thrashing side to side on the pillow. My hands, which had been gripping the sheets, now reached up, unthinking, and found purchase in his dark, messy hair. I clutched it, pulling slightly, urging him on.
His pace quickened just a little, still deep, still powerful. The bed creaked beneath us with every powerful thrust. The sounds were loud in the quiet room—the slap of skin against skin, the wet, squelching sounds of him burying himself inside me, my ragged gasps, his low grunts.
My clit was throbbing now, a delicious ache that was building with every thrust. He was aiming for it, I could feel it. Each time he drove deep, the base of his cock brushed against it, sending shivers through me. My body was getting hotter and hotter, my skin slick with sweat.
“Faster,” I begged, my voice hoarse, barely recognizable as my own. “Please… faster, Nick!”
He obeyed, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more aggressive. He was slamming into me now, a relentless, powerful rhythm that had me gasping and crying out. My legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him even deeper, urging him not to stop. My hips bucked up to meet his, desperate for more, for that release that was building, building, building inside me.
My vision was starting to blur at the edges. All I could feel was him, inside me, filling me, stretching me, taking me. The intensity was almost unbearable, a delicious pain that was pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
He let out a guttural groan, deep in his throat. He leaned down, his face close to mine, his hot breath fanning across my lips. His eyes were wild, glazed over with lust. He pulled back one last time, deep, and then plunged in with one final, earth-shattering thrust. He stiffened, every muscle in his body rigid, and I felt a gush of hot liquid fill me, deep inside.
“Oh… God…” he groaned, his voice thick with release. He buried his face in my neck, his body trembling, still pushing deep inside me.
And that was it. The dam broke. An intense, fiery wave of pleasure washed over me, starting from deep within my core and spreading through every inch of my body. My muscles clenched, a powerful orgasm gripping me, shaking me. I cried out, a loud, ragged sound, my back arching one last time as my own climax consumed me. My legs tightened around him, squeezing him hard as my body convulsed around his cock.
We lay there, panting, tangled together, his weight heavy on me, his still-hard cock deep inside my throbbing pussy. My mind was a blank, completely consumed by the aftershocks of the orgasm. Slowly, as my breathing evened out, as the incredible sensations began to ebb, reality started to seep back in.
He slowly pulled out of me, the wet, sucking sound making me shiver again. He carefully rolled off me, lying on his back next to me, still breathing heavily. My pussy felt empty, but full in another way, still slick with his come.
The silence that followed was thick, heavy with what had just happened. My eyes felt glued to the ceiling. What had I just done? For money. For a dress. I felt a weird mix of triumph, disgust, and a lingering, confusing warmth from his touch.
“Be right back, ill go to my room for your money,” he got out of bed and pulled his boxers up. Moments later he handed me the money. The full £210.