Warning: All characters in this story are 18+. This story contains explicit sexual content, adult themes, and graphic descriptions, including incestuous themes. It is intended for mature audiences only.
The summer heat clung to the small flat like a damp towel. The air was thick, buzzing with the hum of a cheap fan in the corner. Chloe, 19, sprawled across her bed, her phone glowing in her hand. Her blonde hair, freshly dyed with streaks of pink, fanned out on the pillow, catching the sunlight streaming through the open window. She wore a thin, white crop top, barely covering her perky breasts, the fabric clinging to her sweat-damp skin. Her denim shorts were unbuttoned, riding low on her hips, revealing the edge of her lacy pink knickers. Her toenails, painted a glossy red, glinted as she wiggled her feet lazily.
Chloe was texting her boyfriend, Ryan, her fingers flying over the screen. She bit her lip, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. Ryan had been teasing her all morning, and she was in the mood to up the ante. She slipped her hand into her knickers, snapping a quick pic of her fanny—shaved, pink, and glistening slightly from the heat. Her heart raced as she hit send, expecting Ryan’s usual flood of thirsty emojis.
Her phone buzzed almost instantly. She giggled, expecting Ryan’s reply. But her stomach dropped when she saw the name on the screen:Jake. Her older brother. She’d sent the pic toJake by mistake.
“Oh, fuck,” Chloe whispered, her face flushing red. She scrambled to type a follow-up. “OMG, Jake, ignore that! Wrong person! Delete it NOW!”
Jake, 22, was in his room down the hall, sprawled on his bed in just a pair of black boxer briefs. His dark hair was messy, and a faint stubble shadowed his jaw. His phone had pinged, and when he opened the message, his eyes widened. Chloe’s explicit pic stared back at him, her fanny on full display. His breath hitched, a mix of shock and something else—something he didn’t want to name—stirring in his gut.
“Chloe, what the hell?” Jake texted back, his fingers hesitating. “You meant this for Ryan, yeah?”
Chloe’s heart pounded. “Yes! Obviously! Delete it, you twat! I’m dying here!”
Jake stared at the pic again, his thumb hovering over the delete button. He should delete it. But his eyes lingered on the image—her smooth, pink folds, the slight glisten of arousal. He swallowed hard, his cock twitching in his boxers. He shook his head, trying to clear the thought. This was hissister. But the heat in the flat, the privacy of his room, and the forbidden thrill of it all made his fingers pause.
“Jake, did you delete it?” Chloe texted, her voice practically audible through the screen.
Jake licked his lips, his heart racing. “Yeah, uh… it’s gone,” he lied. “Don’t worry.”
Chloe let out a shaky breath, but something in Jake’s reply felt off. He wasn’t usually this vague. She chewed her lip, her mind racing. “You sure? You’re not being weird, are you?”
Jake smirked, his fingers typing before he could stop himself. “Weird? Nah. Just didn’t expect to see that today. You’re bold, sis.”
Chloe’s eyes widened. Was he… flirting? No, he couldn’t be. But the playful tone sent a shiver down her spine, one she didn’t entirely hate. “Shut up, you perv,” she texted, adding a laughing emoji to keep it light. “You better not be saving that.”
Jake chuckled, his cock hardening against his thigh. He knew he was crossing a line, but the thrill was intoxicating. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he texted. “But, like… damn, Chloe. Ryan’s a lucky guy.”
Chloe’s breath caught. Her cheeks burned, but a tiny spark of excitement flickered in her chest. Jake wasn’t supposed to say that. He wasn’t supposed tothink that. But the idea that he’d seen her like that, that he wasimpressed… it did something to her. She shifted on her bed, her knickers dampening slightly.
“Oi, stop it,” she texted, her fingers trembling. “You’re my brother, you’re not allowed to say shit like that.”
Jake grinned, his hand brushing over the bulge in his boxers. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Just saying, you’re not exactly subtle, sending pics like that. What if Mum saw?”
Chloe groaned, but the mention of their mum didn’t kill the vibe like it should’ve. “Piss off,” she texted. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
Jake’s heart skipped. He was. More than he should. “Maybe a little,” he admitted, his thumb grazing his cock through the fabric. “You gonna send Ryan another one, or what?”
Chloe hesitated. Sheshould stop this. But the way Jake was texting, the way he wasn’t freaking out… it was messing with her head. And her body. Her fanny throbbed faintly, and she pressed her thighs together, a needy moan escaping her lips.
“Maybe,” she texted, her voice bolder than she felt. “Why, you jealous?”
Jake’s cock twitched hard. He hadn’t expected that. His sister was playing along, and it was driving him wild. “Jealous? Nah,” he texted, his fingers shaking. “But I’m not blind, Chloe. You’re fucking fit.”
Chloe’s jaw dropped. Her brother had just called her fit. Her fanny pulsed, and she couldn’t ignore the heat pooling between her legs. This was wrong. So wrong. But the taboo of it, the danger, made her dizzy with want.
“Jake, you can’t say that,” she texted, but her tone was softer, almost teasing. “What’s got into you?”
Jake groaned, his hand slipping into his boxers, gripping his cock. It was thick, veiny, and already leaking precum. “Dunno,” he texted. “Maybe it’s the heat. Or maybe it’s you, sending me shit like that.”
Chloe’s breath hitched. She could hear Jake’s voice in her head, low and rough, like he was right there. She slipped her hand into her knickers again, her fingers brushing her clit. It was swollen, slick with her arousal. “You’re such a perv,” she texted, her voice shaky. “You’re not actually wanking over this, are you?”
Jake’s cock throbbed in his hand. He was. He shouldn’t be, but he was. “What if I am?” he texted, throwing caution to the wind. “You gonna tell me to stop?”
Chloe’s fingers circled her clit, a sweet little cry escaping her. Her fanny was soaked, her knickers clinging to her skin. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, but the thought of Jake stroking himself to her pic was too much. “Fuck, Jake,” she texted. “This is so wrong.”
“Yeah,” Jake texted back, his hand moving faster. “But you’re not stopping, are you?”
Chloe’s heart pounded. She wasn’t. She slipped two fingers inside her fanny, gasping at how tight and wet she was. Her walls clenched around her fingers, and she imagined Jake’s cock instead. “No,” she texted, her breath ragged. “I’m not.”
Jake groaned, his cock pulsing in his hand. “Fuck, Chloe,” he texted. “What you doing right now?”
Chloe’s fingers moved faster, her fanny squelching softly. “Touching myself,” she texted, her face burning. “You?”
“Same,” Jake texted, his voice raw. “Thinking about you.”
Chloe’s head spun. This was her brother. Herbrother. But the thought of him wanking to her, wanting her, pushed her over the edge. Her orgasm hit hard, her fanny spasming around her fingers, pussy juice dripping onto her sheets. She let out a desperate, filthy moan, her body shaking.
“Fuck, Jake,” she texted, her hands trembling. “I just came.”
Jake’s cock erupted, cum shooting across his stomach in thick, white ropes. He grunted, a low, rough sound, his hips bucking. “Shit, Chloe,” he texted. “Me too.”
They both sat there, panting, their phones glowing in the dim light. The flat was quiet, save for the hum of the fan. Chloe’s knickers were soaked, her crop top sticking to her tits. Jake’s boxers were a mess, his cum cooling on his skin.
“That was…” Chloe texted, her voice shaky. “Insane.”
“Yeah,” Jake texted back. “You okay?”
Chloe swallowed, her fanny still tingling. “Yeah,” she texted. “You?”
“Fuck yeah,” Jake texted, a grin in his words. “But, uh… we can’t tell anyone.”
Chloe laughed, a nervous, giddy sound. “No shit,” she texted. “This stays between us.”
Jake’s door creaked open. Chloe froze, her heart racing. She heard his footsteps in the hall, slow and deliberate. Her door was half-open, the heat making her too lazy to close it. Jake appeared in the doorway, his boxer briefs barely containing his softening cock. His eyes locked on her, dark and hungry.
“Chloe,” he said, his voice low. “You sure you’re okay?”
Chloe’s breath caught. Her crop top was askew, one nipple peeking out. Her shorts were still unbuttoned, her knickers visibly wet. She should cover up, tell him to leave. But she didn’t. “Yeah,” she said, her voice soft. “You?”
Jake stepped closer, his bare feet silent on the floor. “Not really,” he said, his eyes on her tits. “Seeing you like that… fuck, Chloe.”
Chloe’s fanny throbbed. She sat up, her arms pressing her tits together, the cleavage deepening. “Jake,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “What are we doing?”
“Dunno,” Jake said, his voice rough. He knelt on the bed, his hands hovering near her thighs. “But I don’t wanna stop.”
Chloe’s heart raced. She should stop this. But her body screamed for more. She spread her legs slightly, her knickers clinging to her fanny. “Me neither,” she whispered.
Jake’s hands landed on her thighs, warm and firm. He slid her shorts down, revealing her soaked knickers. Her fanny was pink, swollen, the labia glistening with her juice. He groaned, his cock hardening again. “Fuck, Chloe,” he said. “You’re so wet.”
Chloe moaned, her hands gripping the sheets. “Jake,” she gasped. “Touch me.”
Jake’s fingers hooked into her knickers, pulling them down. Her fanny was exposed, the clit peeking out, red and throbbing. He ran a finger along her slit, collecting her juice. It was thick, clear, dripping onto the bed. “So fucking hot,” he muttered, his voice raw.
Chloe’s hips bucked, a needy moan escaping her. “Jake, please,” she begged. “I need you.”
Jake stripped off his boxers, his cock springing free. It was thick, veiny, the head purple and slick with precum. He positioned himself between her legs, his hands spreading her thighs. Her fanny opened slightly, the inner lips pink and slick. He rubbed his cock against her clit, a low grunt escaping him.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Jake said, pushing the head inside. Her fanny stretched around him, hot and wet, the walls gripping his cock. Chloe gasped, her nails digging into his arms. “Ohhh, Jake,” she moaned. “You’re so big.”
Jake thrust slowly, savouring every inch. Her fanny squelched, the sound filthy and loud. Her tits bounced with each thrust, the nipples hard and pink. She arched her back, her arms squeezing her tits together, the cleavage obscene. “Harder,” she begged, her voice a desperate cry. “Shag me harder.”
Jake obliged, his hips slamming into her. Her fanny clenched around his cock, the cervix brushing the tip with each thrust. Her juice coated his shaft, dripping onto the bed. “Fuck, Chloe,” he grunted. “Your fanny feels so good.”
Chloe’s moans grew louder, her body shaking. “Ohh God… right there… you feel so good…” she panted, her fanny spasming. Jake’s cock throbbed, his balls tightening. He gripped her hips, pounding into her, the bed creaking under them.
“Gonna cum,” Jake growled, his voice rough. “Where do you want it?”
“Inside,” Chloe gasped, her eyes wild. “Cum in my fanny.”
Jake’s orgasm hit like a freight train. His cock pulsed, cum exploding into her fanny in thick, hot spurts. It filled her, leaking out around his shaft, white and sticky. Chloe screamed, her own orgasm crashing over her. Her fanny clamped down, milking his cock, her juice mixing with his cum.
“Fuck, Jake!” she cried, her body convulsing. “Ohhh yesss!”
They collapsed together, panting, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. Chloe’s fanny was a mess, cum dripping onto the sheets, her thighs sticky. Jake’s cock softened inside her, still twitching. They lay there, the fan humming, the air thick with the smell of sex.
“Chloe,” Jake whispered, his voice hoarse. “That was…”
“Insane,” Chloe finished, her voice shaky. She looked at him, her eyes wide. “We’re so fucked up.”
Jake chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Yeah,” he said. “But I don’t regret it.”
Chloe’s lips curved into a smile. “Me neither,” she said, her fanny still tingling. “But we can’t tell anyone.”
“No shit,” Jake said, his hand resting on her thigh. “Our secret.”
The flat was quiet, the heat pressing down on them. Chloe’s phone buzzed, probably Ryan, but she ignored it. Jake’s fingers traced lazy circles on her skin, and she felt her fanny throb again. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.