The smell of fryer grease hung heavy in the air, a familiar fragrance that usually soothed my anxieties. Tonight, however, the aroma was doing little to calm my nerves. I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, anxious for my order to be ready. My stomach growled, a low rumble that echoed the restlessness brewing inside me. It had been a long day at work, filled with demanding clients and impossible deadlines. All I wanted was a greasy burger and the comforting embrace of my couch.
While waiting, I idly pulled out my phone and scrolled through my contacts. My brother, Liam, popped into my head. He was probably still holed up in his room, lost in some video game. “Hey, grabbing fast food. Want anything?” I texted, hitting send.
Liam responded almost immediately, as if he’d been waiting for my message. “Yeah, get me a double cheeseburger, extra pickles, and a large fry. You’re a lifesaver!”
“Got it,” I replied, already picturing the mountain of fries I’d have to sneak away from him.
A few minutes passed, punctuated only by the sizzling sounds from the kitchen and the muffled announcements from the drive-thru speaker. Then, my phone buzzed again. I glanced down, expecting another addendum to Liam’s order, maybe a desperate plea for a milkshake.
Instead, a picture message. My heart skipped a beat. Liam rarely sent pictures. Curiosity piqued, I tapped the preview. The image slowly resolved, and the world seemed to tilt on its axis.
There it was. In all its… glory. His… penis.
My breath hitched. The grease fumes suddenly felt suffocating. I blinked, then blinked again, desperately hoping my sleep-deprived mind was conjuring some bizarre hallucination. But the image remained, stubbornly refusing to disappear. It was undeniably, unequivocally, Liam’s… member.
Shock and horror collided in my chest, a chaotic jumble of emotions. My hand flew to my mouth, stifling a gasp. I glanced around, paranoia seizing me. Was anyone watching? Had anyone seen me open that picture in the middle of a crowded fast-food parking lot?
My fingers trembled as I furiously typed, “LIAM WHAT THE FUCK?!.”
Sent.
My heart pounded against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the rising tide of mortification. He must be mortified too. I imagined him cringing, face red, fingers fumbling to delete the image before anyone else could accidentally stumble upon it.
But even as panic threatened to overwhelm me, another, unwelcome sensation began to creep in. Amidst the shock and disgust, a strange sense of… intrigue. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to banish the thought, to erase the image from my mind. But it was no use. The stark visual was seared into my memory.
Because it wasn’t just any penis. It was… substantial. Abnormally so. Long, thick, and undeniably veiny. The kind you saw in… well, you know. Not the kind you expected to see attached to your goofy, video game-obsessed brother.
I bit my lip, a wave of self-loathing washing over me. I shouldn’t be thinking about this. I shouldn’t be analyzing the anatomy of my own sibling. It was wrong, disturbing, and morally reprehensible.
But the image persisted, playing on a loop in my mind. The sheer size was… captivating. I definitely hadn’t expected… that. It was a stark contrast to the lanky, somewhat awkward boy I knew. How could he possibly conceal that in his jeans?
The drive-thru speaker crackled, jolting me back to reality. “Order number 32?”
I numbly pulled forward, paid for my food, and accepted the greasy bag with trembling hands. The entire transaction felt surreal, as if I were operating on autopilot, a robot programmed to acquire fast food while its brain simultaneously processed the earth-shattering revelation of my brother’s… endowment.
The drive home was a blur. I kept glancing at my phone, expecting a frantic apology, a desperate explanation. But nothing. Silence.
Finally, I pulled into my driveway, killed the engine, and sat there for a moment, gathering my composure. I couldn’t just ignore this. I couldn’t pretend it hadn’t happened.
I took a deep breath, opened the car door, and stepped out into the cool evening air. The smell of fryer grease, still clinging to my clothes, now felt like a badge of shame.
Upstairs, I could hear the familiar sounds of Liam’s gaming session. The rhythmic clicking of the mouse, the muffled explosions, the occasional shout of triumph or frustration. The sounds, usually comforting, now felt like a cruel mockery of normalcy.
I walked inside, the greasy bag feeling heavier with each step. I had to confront him. I had to talk to him. But how? What could I possibly say? “Hey, Liam, sorry about the dick pic, but wow?”
No. Absolutely not.
I opened the door to his room, my heart pounding. He was hunched over his computer, bathed in the glow of the monitor, oblivious to the chaos he’d wrought.
“Liam,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.
He startled, swiveling around in his chair. “Oh, hey! You got the food?”
He reached for the bag, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. But I held it back.
“We need to talk,” I said, my voice trembling slightly.
His brow furrowed. “About what? Did they forget the extra pickles?”
I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the awkwardness, the embarrassment, the inevitable fallout. But before I could speak, his eyes widened, a look of dawning horror spreading across his face.
He grabbed his phone, his fingers flying across the screen. “Oh my god,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.”
He looked up at me, his face pale. “Lisa I… I am so, so sorry. I have no idea how that happened. I was… showing it off to someone and it must have been sent to you accidentally. I am so so sorry, I am so fucking embarrassed.”
His words tumbled out in a frantic rush, a desperate attempt to mitigate the damage. The intended recipient. Another girl. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. The intrigue I’d felt moments ago withered and died, replaced by a cold wave of shame. I was now privy to information meant for someone else, someone he desired.
“Who were you sending it to?” I blurted out, the question sharper and more accusatory than I intended.
His face flushed crimson. He stammered, “It… it doesn’t matter. It was a mistake. I swear, I didn’t mean for you to see it.”
“But you sent it,” I pressed, unable to let it go. “You sent it to someone. Who is she?”
He looked away, avoiding my gaze. “It’s… complicated.”
“Complicated?” I repeated, my voice rising. “What’s complicated about sending a picture of your dick to someone?”
He winced. “Please, just drop it. I feel awful enough as it is.”
“No, I want to know,” I insisted, my curiosity warring with a profound sense of betrayal. He’d been keeping secrets, engaging in activities I knew nothing about. The brother I thought I knew was suddenly a stranger. “Who is she, Liam?”
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Fine. It’s… it’s Sarah. From my history class.”
Sarah. I vaguely knew the name. A pretty, popular girl. Everything I wasn’t. The realization stung. He was aiming high. And he was using… that… as leverage.
The silence stretched between us, thick and uncomfortable. I couldn’t quite process everything. The accidental dick pic, the intended recipient, the realization that my baby brother was, in fact, not a baby at all.
“So,” I finally said, the word heavy with sarcasm. “Are you gonna, like, apologize or something?”
He looked up, his eyes pleading. “I am! I’m so, so sorry. I messed up. Big time. I swear it won’t happen again.”
I stared at him, trying to gauge his sincerity. He looked genuinely mortified, but the image, the sheer audacity of it all, still replayed in my mind.
“Okay,” I said slowly. “Fine. I accept your apology. But you owe me. Big time.”
I hesitated. A wave of mischievousness washed over me. “Yeah. Next time you decide to send unsolicited photos of your genitals, make sure you use better lighting. And maybe work on the angles. It wasn’t very flattering.”
His jaw dropped. I couldn’t help but smile.
“I’m kidding!” I said, laughing. “Mostly.”
He groaned, burying his face in his hands. “This is the worst day of my life.”
“Probably,” I agreed, grabbing the bag of food. “But hey, if I am being honest you have a very nice cock. It’s bigger than Dave’s my boyfriend.”
“Mmm, really?” Liam muttered, still hiding behind his hands. “Thanks, sis. I think?”
“Hey, I’m just stating facts,” I said with a smirk as I walked over to the kitchen counter, setting the greasy bag down. “And anyway, Dave’s not that impressive. I mean, have you seen the size of his wiener? It’s like a baby carrot compared to yours.”
Liam peeked out from between his fingers, his eyes wide. “Oh my god, stop talking about our dicks, please.”
I chuckled, opening the bag and pulling out the burgers. “Too late for that, little bro. The cat’s out of the bag… or should I say, the cock’s out of the pants.”He groaned, rubbing his crotch.
I bit into my burger, savoring the greasy, salty flavor. Liam hovered nearby, his eyes darting between me and the TV, where a commercial for acne cream played. The tension in the room was palpable, the unspoken topic of our earlier conversation hanging heavy in the air.
“So, uh, thanks for the food,” he said finally, breaking the silence. “I’m starving.”I shrugged, taking another bite.
“No problem. You know I’ve got your back… even when you send me dick pics by accident.” He flinched at the reminder, his face flushing.
“Yeah, well, it won’t happen again. I promise.” I raised an eyebrow, studying him.
I sighed, “oh that is a shame, as I liked it.”
“Really?” Liam asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He shifted in his seat, his eyes darting to the bulge in his jeans and back to my face. “You… you liked it?” I shrugged, trying to play it cool despite the heat pooling in my belly at the memory.
“I mean, it’s not every day you get to see your little brother’s big boy parts, right?” Liam’s face turned an even deeper shade of red, but he couldn’t hide the small, pleased smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“Yeah, I guess not. But you have to promise not to tell anyone, okay? It’ll be our little secret. “
I rolled my eyes, but a grin spread across my face. “Oh, I’ll keep your secret, bro. But only because I’m a good sister and I know how embarrassing it must be for you.”
The rest of the evening passed in a blur of awkward silences and forced conversation. We ate our burgers, watching TV, the tension between us thick and heavy. I couldn’t help but steal glances at Liam, my mind replaying the image of his… endowment. The sheer size of it, the way it seemed to throb with a life of its own.I shifted in my seat, crossing my legs to hide the growing dampness between them. What was wrong with me? This was my brother, for crying out loud! I should be disgusted, horrified, not… intrigued.But the more I tried to push the thoughts away, the more they persisted.
I found myself later on laying on my bed with my nightie on scrolling my phone. I looked at the image again, oh fuck it looks good. I stared at it and rubbed between my legs. My hand slipped into the front of my knickers.
“My Brother’s Dick” I gasped, my fingers brushing against the wet heat of my core. The image on my screen seemed to pulse, mirroring the rhythm of my heartbeat. I bit my lip, trying to stifle a moan as I rubbed faster, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I was tempted to take a photo of what I was doing and send him it and tell him to get his ass in here.
I took off my knickers and opened my legs as my pussy lips slightly parted. I left a message with it, if you want to fuck my pussy get in here and ‘Click’ and send.
3 minutes later my phone buzzed, it said, “OH shit really, Lisa sis wow such a nice pussy.”
“Shut up and come here, you perv,” I typed back, my fingers flying across the screen. “I want to feel that big cock inside me.”
Another message “I be right fucking there. I am going to plow you so hard.”
I started to finger myself when my bedroom door opened. He was gob-smacked and started to strip as he made his way to my bed.
“Fuck, sis,” he breathed, his voice husky with desire. “You really want it that bad?”I nodded, my gaze never leaving his throbbing member.
“I want to feel you inside me,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. “I want to know what it’s like to take your big cock.” Liam’s eyes darkened, his chest heaving as he approached the bed. He shed his clothes with haste, revealing his toned, lean body, his cock bobbing free. He got in between my legs his cock was HUGE as he slid it up and down my slit before sinking it in deep.
“Ah! Fuck, Liam!” I cried out, my back arching off the bed as he filled me to the brim. The size of him was overwhelming, stretching me in ways I’d never experienced before. It was a delicious pain, a pleasure so intense it bordered on agony.Liam groaned, his hips surging forward as he buried himself to the hilt.
“Shit, Lisa… you’re so tight. So fucking perfect.” I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper, needing more of that incredible feeling. He obliged, pulling back slowly before slamming back into me with a force that made the bed frame creak.
“Mmm, just like that,” I moaned, my hands gripping his sweat-slicked back as he pounded into me with a ferocity that bordered on brutality. The headboard slammed against the wall with each powerful thrust, the sound mingling with our ragged breathing and the squelching of our joined flesh.Liam’s cock was a force of nature, a thick, pulsing column of pure male energy that dominated my body, claiming me as its own. I could feel every vein, every ridge, every throbbing inch of him as he drove into my depths, hitting spots I never knew existed.
“Fuck, sis, you feel so good,” he grunted, his face a mask of concentration as he focused on the task at hand. His hips snapped forward, his pubic bone grinding against my clit with each powerful thrust, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my core.
“Yes, just like that!” I cried out, my nails digging into Liam’s back as I urged him to take me harder, faster. “Fuck me, Liam! Make me feel that big cock!” Liam’s response was immediate, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigour as he buried himself to the hilt.
“Unngh that’s it take it,” he pounded harder. “I bet you would let dad fuck you wouldn’t you, as he’s got a big one too.”
“Shut up!” I hissed, even as a thrill ran through me at the thought. “You don’t know what you’re talking about!”Liam just grinned, his eyes dark with lust as he continued to pound into me.
“Oh, I think I do. You want it rough, you want it hard, you want to be filled up by a big, thick cock. And I’m giving it to you, sis.” He was right, of course. As much as I tried to deny it, the truth was that I had always been drawn to men with size, men who could fill me up and make me feel complete. And Liam, with his massive dick, was the ultimate fulfillment of that fantasy.
“Fuck, yes!” I moaned, my head thrashing against the pillow as Liam’s cock hit that perfect spot inside me. “Just like that, don’t stop!” He obliged, his thrusts growing more erratic as he chased his own release.
He pulled out and laid down as he dragged me on top of him, “your going to ride my fat dick ain’t you.”
As I straddled Liam’s hips, his massive cock bobbing temptingly between us, I felt a rush of exhilaration mixed with a hint of trepidation. This was crossing a line, a boundary we’d never intended to breach. But the heat between us was too intense, the desire too overwhelming to resist.I reached down, grasping his thick shaft and lining it up with my entrance. With a slow, deliberate motion, I sank down onto him, feeling him stretch me wide open. The sensation was incredible, a mix of pleasure and pressure that had me gasping.
“Oh god, Liam,” I whimpered, my nails digging into his chest as I adjusted to his size. “You’re so big… so deep.” He groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he helped me settle into a rhythm.
“Ride me, sis,” he urged, his voice husky with desire. “Show me what you’ve got.”
“Take it, Lisa,” Liam growled, his hips bucking upward to meet mine. “Use that tight little cunt on my cock.” I bit my lip, the dirty words only fueling my desire. I began to move, rising up on my knees before slamming back down onto him with a cry of pleasure.
“Yes, just like that,” he praised, his hands roaming over my body, squeezing my breasts, tweaking my nipples. “Fuck, you’re so hot when you’re like this.” I leaned forward, my hair cascading down my back as I braced my hands on his chest. I started to move faster, the sound of our flesh slapping together filling the room. “Ah, shit, Lisa,” Liam moaned, his eyes glued to where our bodies joined.
“Mmm, you like that, big bro?” I purred, my hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm. “You like feeling my tight pussy wrapped around your thick cock?” His response was a low, guttural groan, his hands tightening on my hips as he guided me up and down his length.
“Fuck, you’re so good at this,” he rasped, his chest heaving beneath me. “You were made for riding my dick.” I smiled, a wicked glint in my eye as I picked up the pace. The bed creaked and groaned beneath us, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful thrust.
“Take it, Liam,” I moaned, my voice breathy with pleasure. “Take all of me. Show me what that big cock can do.” He obliged, his hips snapping upward to meet my downward motion.
“Mmm, yes! Just like that, baby brother!” I cried out, my voice echoing through the room as Liam’s thick cock pounded into me with a ferocity that bordered on savage.I could feel every inch of him, every vein, every ridge, every pulsing throb as he dominated my body, claiming me as his own. My pussy clenched around him, milking his shaft with each downward thrust, drawing out his moans and groans of pleasure.
“Shit, Lisa, you’re so tight,” he grunted, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise as he powered into me. “I can feel you squeezing me so good.” I rode him harder, my breasts bouncing with each impact, my nails digging into his skin as I chased my own release.
Liam’s hands gripped my hips tightly as I rode him, his fingers digging into my flesh. “Fuck, sis, you feel so good,” he groaned, his hips thrusting up to meet mine. “I love how tight your pussy is around my cock.” I moaned loudly, throwing my head back as I felt his thick shaft stretching me open.
“Yes, Liam, just like that! Fuck me harder with that big dick!” He obliged, slamming into me with renewed vigor, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room.
“Ah, shit, I’m getting close,” he panted, his face contorted with pleasure. “I’m gonna fill you up with my cum, Lisa. You want that, don’t you? You want your brother’s hot load inside your tight little cunt?” I cried out, my pussy clamping down around him as I felt my own orgasm building.
“Oh god, yes!” I screamed, my body convulsing as I came hard on Liam’s massive cock. “Fill me up, Liam! Give me every drop!” He groaned loudly, his hips jerking as he buried himself deep and started to cum, his hot seed flooding my pussy.
“Fuck, Lisa, take it all!” I collapsed on top of him, panting heavily as we both came down from our intense high. Liam wrapped his arms around me, holding me close as we lay there, his softening cock still inside me.
“That was incredible,” hemurmured, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. I smiled, nuzzling into his chest.
“Mmm, it really was. We should do this more often.” He chuckled, his hand tracing lazy patterns on my back. “I’m definitely not complaining. But maybe we should be a bit more discreet next time.