Brotherly Love, Chapter 10 (Incest fantasy)

Soon, the spying took a back seat, and the teasing started.

One day as I came out of my room to go take a shower, I caught him just as he left the bathroom.

Instead of having the towel wrapped around him, he had it flung over one shoulder, leaving the rest of him completely exposed.

My breath caught and I gasped slightly. I studied his tight stomach, almost a six pack, but not quite, and toned legs. His ass was nicely rounded, and firm. I had to stop myself from trying to reach out and slap it slightly.

I stared at his back, transfixed, as he started walking down the hall. I loved his back. A flat stretch of skin, so smooth. I wanted nothing more than to run my hands down it.

In my mind's eye, I could still see his penis, halfway between soft and hard.

Our mom walked into the hall as he was still strutting down in, completely naked.

"What are you doing?" She shrieked at him. "Get in your room now young man!"

His step faltered, and he almost leapt into his room. I burst out laughing.

She glanced at me, then returned her focus to him.

"What do you think you are doing, walking around naked? What has gotten into you?" she asked through the door. Well, if the demanding tone could actually mean it was a question.

From inside came his shaky voice. "Sorry mom. I thought I would be back in my room before anyone got out."

"Don't do it again. That is why you have a towel, to cover your...bits...up. And your sister was right there!" She was shrieking again.

I walked over to her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"It's okay mom. Not like I haven't seen my brother naked many times." Fortunately, she didn't bother glancing at me, instead choosing to continue to glare at the door.

"He is to old for you to still be seeing naked. You are a lady." Raising her voice, she repeated herself for my brother. "Your sister is a lady now, and shouldn't be seeing that. So shameful!"

Our parents had the mentality that the human body was to be covered. Even naked babies offended them. Sex was bad. Males only had one thing on their mind. Blah blah blah. One reason when we would watch porn we would do it while they were away and in our own rooms.

"It's okay mom," I said, trying to calm her down. I chuckled a little. "It's not like I have never seen a naked guy before."

I knew it was a mistake the moment the words came out of my mouth.

"What!?" she shrieked. "What did you do?" The accusation in her tone immediately put me on the defensive, and rose my own temper.

"There are pictures all over the internet. I live with a brother and a father. There was even a guy who went streaking that one game. Comon. There is nothing wrong with people being naked." The more I talked, the more she glared. The more she glared, the less sure of myself I became.

The rest of the argument didn't go very well, and pretty soon became pretty one sided, with her lecturing me on why clothes were invented, how I would never see a guy naked until I was married, and a few more things. I lost track of it after a while.

Fortunately, dad saved me. After getting home from work, he must have immediately heard mom yelling and lecturing, because after only a minute or so of the door opening, he was there at the end of the hall.

Once mom told him what happened, followed by what I said, he properly assessed the situation.

"Okay dear. I think she has had enough." He turned to me with an amused smile. "You, stop looking at naked guys. Your mom is right, guys tend to think with the wrong parts of their body. You need to be careful of that."

He opened my brothers door and walked in. By now my brother probably had his shorts on. "As for you, I know this is your house too, but please remember that other people live here. You can walk around in whatever you want once you have your own place, but you need to respect our wishes since we also live here. Got it?"

"Yes," came the answer from the room.

I had always loved how dad took mom's outbursts, and defined them in a way that made sense. Oh, mom was great. But when she was upset, she tended to go off and later regret it. To mom, it was that her son was walking around naked in front of others. To dad, it was respecting the boundaries of the people you live with.

Even now, I could see mom look a little guilty for her outburst. To make her feel better, I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a hug.

"No worries mom. I know to be careful with guys. Anyways, since I don't even have a boyfriend, it doesn't matter much." The look of relief that washed over her face made it worth it.

"I know," she replied, followed by a mumbled "sorry" towards my brothers room.

Then, turning towards my brother, she told him,"I know you always look out for your sister. It just surprised me that you would walk around naked in front of her. I guess it wasn't a big deal, but I expect you to watch out for her so she doesn't get in any boy trouble."

With that, she went to her own room.

Dad stayed and caught up with my brother a bit while I went to take my shower. Sadly, mom's outburst killed the mood, so I just washed up and got out, making sure that I was totally and completely covered as I walked through the hall.

The outburst of course didn't change anything, except maybe for us being more careful when our parents were around.

11/5/2014 1:43 PM (More to come for chapter 10)

When our parents were home, we acted like our old selves. However, when they weren't home, a change came over the house.

I found myself wearing more v-cut tops and skirts. More light dresses. More short shorts. I even found myself wearing thongs, which I hate.

He started wearing shorts and tank tops, or just walking around with no shirt on at all.

Our dress slowly bled over to our normal clothes, and mom started remarking on how much skin I showed. Oh, no v-necks or short skirts around our parents, but definitely more summer dresses. It was summer after all! More shoulder or spaghetti strap tops. Slightly longer shorts.

For some reason though, she seemed to approve of my brothers slowly changing wardrobe. One time I overhead my mom telling my dad that he must have a girlfriend or something. I giggled a little thinking about that.

I rushed home, dragging my brother along behind me.

"What is your hurry," he said, sounding slightly irritated.

"I skipped one of my classes and did some shopping."

He stopped dead. "You skipped a class? What?"

I signed. "It's fine. It was just art, and I have already finished my project, so I don't need to worry about the stupid class until the end of the week."

I pulled on his hand, and he came along, apparently satisfied with my answer.

We got home, breathing a little heavy, and I ran immediately into my room to change, refusing to let him see it on the way home. I wanted to surprise him.

I spent an hour putting on my makeup, working on my disheveled hair, and getting myself ready to show it off.

I could see the door handle turn occasionally. We had gotten so used to spying on each other, it was strange to have the door locked on you.

"Stay out. I am getting changed!"

He didn't bother to answer back that I never lock the door when I am getting changed. After all, our spying game only worked if we didn't say it out loud.

After finally being ready, I opened the door a crack.

I yelled down the hall, "Go in the living room and sit on the couch. And NO PEEKING!"

After I heard his door close and had given him a few more minutes to get ready, I stepped out.

As I entered the living room, I could see him sitting there getting impatient. I thought about teasing him more, but decided not to. "Okay, open your eyes."

His eyes popped open, then popped as a loud gasp escaped him. (In case you want to see the dress I have in mind, please see here, which I saw in a store the other day and soooooo wanted!)

11/6/2014 3:57 PM (No, not the end of the chapter)

"I...I...um," he sputtered, followed by an audible gulp. "Wow!" he got out at last. "But, what is that for?"

"You and me are going out tonight. A nice dinner, a movie. Didn't you hear mom and dad at all this morning?"

He smiled weakly. "No, sorry." I didn't think so. He had been too busy staring up my skirt as I bent down to get the milk out of the refrigerator when they announced it.

"They are out of town for a couple days. I guess they decided to leave for their honeymoon." I laughed as his face turned bright red. He had forgotten, like normal. "They left us some money and they left you the car keys." I walked into the kitchen and went to grab the keys. As I tried to grab them, I accidentally knocked them off.

Grumbling to make it seem like I didn't do it on purpose, I bent over, feeling the dress ride up. It rode up past the base of my ass, showing off my thong and my panties, covering my now wet pussy lips.

I glanced back slightly to find his eyes glued to me. I had thought about leaving off the panties, but I didn't want to push it too far.

11/6/2014 4:22 PM (Still more to go for chapter 10)

I didn't spend too much time like that. After all, I didn't want to make it obvious.

"I have never been on a date before. I know you are my brother, but we can still have a date. A pretend date." I told him after I had turned around and walked back over. "Please?"

He looked up slowly, staring at my legs, eyes following my flesh until it disappeared under the short dress. He stared at the bottom of my dress, no doubt imagining what was hidden from him, and finally his eyes traveled up again.

They paused again at my chest, as he studied my breasts. Standing up, his eyes fell down, taking in the better view of my cleavage.

Finally, after realizing he was looking me over like a piece of meat, instead of like his loving sister, he looked into my eyes.

Holding out his arm, he answered my question finally. "It would be my honor."

11/6/2014 4:47 PM (This chapter will be longer than others, so still more to go)

(Yes, yes, almost a month since I worked on the chapter. Now you can see how me and my writing work, so you understand why normally a story isn't published until it is ready to go)

"Not like that silly." I gently chided him.

"Huh? he asked, looking down at himself. "What?"

I sighed. "We are supposed to be on a date. Our outfits don't fit together." I motioned down my outfit, hands in front, angled down, pointing out how the dress looked. I then motioned down his outfit, still in his jeans and t-shirt. "We don't fit."

He continued to stand there, so I walked over to him, gently tugging on his shirt. "Go change." When he didn't move, I pulled upward, forcibly taking his shirt off. "Go change now!" I told him, arching my eyebrows like mom did so well.

It didn't work out as well as I had hoped. Oh, I got his shirt off all right, but he just stood there. And, I must admit, he stood there looking good with his shirt off.

I moved close to him, looking him in the eyes, bringing my face within inches of his. "Please?" I asked. Our lips were so close, I could feel his breath again mine. All the sudden, my knees went week, and I was captivated looking deep into his eyes, feeling his warm breath against my lips.

I stood so captivated that I wasn't even aware of my lips parting slightly. Not willing it, my eyes slid closed and my arms went around him. He must have been lost in the heat of the moment too, because his lips pressed against mine, just for an instant.

It was enough to bring us both back to reality.

Watching your brother was one thing. But...this seemed like it was too much.

Breathless, I stood back, gazing at him. His eyes turned down sheepishly, and he actually blushed.

As the tension continued, I felt I had to do something. "Now I need to go fix my lipstick." I told him. It was hard, very hard, to break my eyes away from his beautiful face, not that I would tell my brother that!, but I did, stepping behind him, giving him a push. "And you need to go get ready. Now!"

I giggled slightly as he jumped a bit and started rushing towards his bedroom. Unfortunately, that seemed to break whatever hold I had on him. He looking back at me, no doubt hoping to catch me giggling, then slowly sauntered off to his room, not even bothering to close the door.

As I walked past, I noticed him in front of his closet, stripped down to his underwear. I could swear he smiled more after I peeked into his room than before.

12/3/2014 1:15 PM (I promise I will try to at least get this chapter done today. Lets see if I will succeed)

I felt my heart beating fast as I checked my lipstick, retouched my makeup. I felt his lips, pressed against mine. I knew I had a crush on my brother by now. I had accepted this fact a long time ago. But, why did my stomach feel like it was doing flips? Why did I find myself flushing and giddy? I had lived with my brother all my life, why did I feel so light headed about just going on a date with him?

Finally, ready to go, I grabbed the car keys and threw them to him, trying to settle myself.

"So, what will we do for our date?" he asked me. I searched his face for any hint of sarcasm and found none.

Nodding, content that he wasn't being at least a little sarcastic about it, I answered him. "Well, since we are dressed nice, we can't do anything too adventurous. How about a nice dinner and a movie?"

"Which movie," he asked, eyeing me.

"I will let you pick." I told him. He smiled at that. I didn't want to ruin it by forcing him to go see a movie I wanted. At least I would finally get to go on a date. I just wish my stomach would settle. I felt a little nauseous. How strange.

We hopped in the car and put on the seat belts. The belt snugged across my chest, pulling the outfit down a bit. He looked over at me, and couldn't seem to take his eyes off my cleavage.

My dress also pulled up a bit, showing my legs way above mid-thigh. He reached over and put his hand on my upper leg. His touch felt hot. So hot. I gulped. I didn't know what was coming over me. I couldn't seem to think straight. Finally, my mind gathered itself, and I pulled the top of my dress back in place, no longer in danger of my breasts slipping out. That seemed to break his trance, and he pulled his hand back. My mischievous side sprung up, and I thought about pulling the dress up higher, but decided against it. This was supposed to be a date, not another time where we teased each other. Instead, I decided to leave it, letting at least this mischievous impulse win.

"So, date rules," I told him. "I want a real date. So, I want to go to that new French restaurant on the other side of town. No one there to recognize us. Today, you are my boyfriend. Got it?"

He chuckled a bit, but with good humor. "Yes. I got it."

"And you are my boyfriend for tonight. But don't get fresh!"

He laughed at that, and I could tell he was feeling more at ease. I hadn't even realized how tense he was.

We drove across town and listened to the radio. For some reason, I didn't feel much like talking. I might have helped put him at ease, but my stomach was still doing flips. We arrived at the restaurant, and he got out to open the door for me, offering me his hand. I felt like I was a princess. I found myself forgetting he was my brother, feeling like we were on a real date. Me and my boyfriend. It was scary how easy that transitioned, but I stopped worrying about it, and started letting myself get lost in the feeling.

I took his hand as he led me out of the car, and we walked up to the restaurant arms entwined, hand grasping hand. I let my head rest against his shoulder as we walked from the parking lot to the entrance.

He held the door open for me, and we went in, greeted and brought to a seat. Sitting across from each other, I kept finding myself watching his lips, as he silently moved them while looking at the different menu items.

"Do you know what you want?" he asked me. I squeaked, realizing I was staring, and buried my face in my menu.

"I will take this," I told him, lowering the menu and pointing at it. I let him give our orders, and I avoided his eyes.

We talked a little while waiting for the food, but spent most of the time just looking around. We had never been to a place like this before, and it was new to both of us. We watched servers walking around with trays of food, each one looking different than the others. Some looked yummy, while others looked scary.

Eventually our food arrived and we started eating. The meal was a bit awkward, and I wondered to myself if all dates went like this. Imagine having a date with someone you don't even know that well? I thought to myself.

As we ate, we started talking again. Just small chat, nothing special. I started looking into his eyes, watching him eat. As I finished my food, I found myself getting up and sitting down on his side.

"You are doing it wrong," I told him.

I grabbed his fork out of his hand and put some food on it, careful not to rip the delicate skin around it. Bringing it to his lips, I push gently, popping it into his mouth, my own mouth opening as I watched his lips surround it, as I watched it slide inside.

I felt my pulse speeding up, my breath quicken. I lost myself in feeding him, wiping his mouth when sauce leaked from the corner.

I gave up. I didn't care. I put the fork on the place and leaned forward, parting my lips, wanting his kiss.

He hesitated, so I put my hand behind his head and gently pulled. That was all the encouragement he needed. His lips closed over mine, a closed lip kiss. I felt the warm breath from his nose on my cheek, and ran my fingers through his hair. Our lips parted, and our breath intermingled.

12/3/2014 2:18 PM (I am thinking of breaking this chapter into two, for one there is alot of material to cover, and for another, the tone will change drastically towards the end of the date. But, this is not the end, I will at least wait until after dinner to split.)

Opening our mouths further, his tongue started probing my mouth, A thrill shot through me at this, and my mind went blank. We became one, our tongues exploring each other. We never even thought of the fact that we were brother and sister. Here, in this place, we were two people, exploring each other.

Our kiss ended with a loud clearing of a throat behind us. I turned and saw the waiter, holding out the check, and glaring at us in disapproval.

I gave him my frostiest look, which rolled right off of him. "Guess he isn't a fan of PDA," I mumbled under my breath.

"What," my brother asked me.

"Nevermind." I grumped.

The magic was lost. I went back to my side of the table and we finished our meal. But, I could feel familiar tingles of lust still running between my legs. My heart was beating rapidly. It no longer mattered that he was my brother. The pure thrill of kissing a boy, and the thrill of kissing a boy forbidden to me, was enough to make me feel intoxicated, giddy, and even more nauseous.

We finished our meal and payed the bill. We both winced at the price. And at the outrageous, already added in our bill, gratuity. "Gratuity my ass," I mumbled. "Did you see how he looked at us? That glare? Why should we pay for that?"

My brother chuckled, like he always does when my temper heats up. At least when not directed at him. I threw him a glare for good measure. Just for the chuckle.

12/3/2014 4:03 PM (Okay, okay, I am ending the chapter. Look for the next chapter, coming soon to a dirty blog near you.)

Brotherly Love, Chapter 9 (Incest fantasy)

At the same time, I have the feeling he was also sneaking around, trying to catch me, trying to watch me without me knowing.

I would feel eyes on me in the shower. Soon, I found myself opening the shower door while I stood there, naked, closing my eyes on purpose as I ran my hands through my hair, lathering it with shampoo, conditioner. I would turn off the water and put my foot on the edge of the tub, intently staring at myself as I lathered my body, ran the cloth across my breasts, turning as I used the soap on my ass.

9/15/2014 2:18 PM

I would hear my door creak open as I put on my clothes. So, instead of putting them on quickly, I would stand in front of the mirror, examining myself, and trying to catch a glimpse of him to see if I was right. Pressing my breasts up slightly, I imagined myself with a push up bra. Mom would never allow it, but it didn't matter. It was still nice to imagine, to see the cleavage that would be showing. To imagine how the guys at school's eyes would bulge. My body turned profile, so someone at the door could see the swell of my breasts, tipped with slightly hardening nipples, my tight stomach, my slightly rounded ass, while I stared intently at the mirror, ignoring my door. If he was there.

Other times I would be laying on my bed, and catch the door crack slightly. I put down what I was reading and went over to the my bookshelf. Grabbing my M magazine, I went back to my bed and laid down.

9/29/2014 11:54 AM (Still have more to go, and the next part will be more graphic)

I propped the magazine up on my stomach, while leaving me room to glace just to the side of it. Just as I thought, the door was cracked ever so slightly.

The magazine in front of me was ignored, only there for show, nothing else. I thought about the glimpses I had seen of my brother. I thought about how I had spied on him as he masturbated. It sent a thrill to my head thinking taboo thoughts. He was my brother, not some random guy. We weren't supposed to see our brothers like that, with his penis in his hand, eyes glued to a computer screen, rubbing up and down his shaft. A tingle went up my spine at the image.

I lifted the magazine with one hand, and put the other between my legs.

My skirt was lifted, exposing my panties to my brother, peeking through my door.

My fingers worked aside the elastic band, across my thin patch of fur.

Meeting my sex, my fingers explored my labia, running along the edge.

A gentle push, and they penetrated my labia, ever so slightly.

I worked them inside me more, finding wetness, lubricating them, then following my labia higher.

Arriving at my clit, my fingers started working, massaging in slow circles.

I closed my eyes, putting the magazine down. The boys were boys, and I was no longer 14. They didn't thrill me, but my brothers eyes on me did.

Taking my now free left hand, I brought it down, and placed it against my clit, using my right hand to instead penetrate me.

Pushing my fingers in, then pulling them out, imagining them glistening with my dew.

Pinch my clit slightly, giving it a little tug, I moaned, the sound floating on the air.

My hands sped up, thrusting inside me faster, as deep as I could get them. The fabric of my panties strained as they worked my pussy hard. Harder. Harder.

My hands lifted and landed, over and over, grinding my clit, massaging it, playing with it, harder. More.

My fingers pushed my panties down, slightly, straining for room to plunge in, over and over.

I curled my middle finger, aiming it towards the top of the vagina, towards my stomach, rubbing hard. My panties twisted sideways, bits and pieces of my pussy showing here and there. Flashes of my brother, watching me, spiraled through my head.

I lost myself in the image of him, watching me, imagining him in the room with me, drinking in the sight of me, my fingers working my pussy.

Faster.

Push it.

Pull it.

Tease it.

Please it.

A full throated mixture of scream and moan escaped me as I felt myself being pushed over the bring, felt my body shudder as my mind floated on my intoxicating climax.

As my body calmed down, I took another peek at the door. It was now closed.

9/29/2014 12:48 End of the chapter. Please look for Chanter 10 soon.

Brotherly Love, Chapter 8 (Incest fantasy)

It felt like a great weight had been taken off our shoulders. We were back, the dynamic duo, the twins extraordinaire. However, it seemed other things had changed between us, ever so slightly.

We found ourselves avoiding the bathroom while the other was in there. While we would still hold hands, we also found a slight distance. Not like before, but we didn't hold hands as much. We didn't give each other friendly kisses on the cheek. We were both finally, and acutely aware, that he was a guy and I was a girl.

I started thinking about how we acted in the past. I guess to anyone who observed us but didn't know us, we would seem like a boyfriend/girlfriend couple. When we would get in playful moods, and tickle each other mercilessly, or wrestle around, we would be more careful where we put our hands. We also did it less and less.

We stopped watching dirty videos together, and started doing our own thing when it came to finding sexual material to satisfy the hormones rushing through our bodies. After all, I had only completed puberty a couple years earlier, and he had just finished not long ago. There were still feelings, and emotions, and itches that we wanted to scratch while being good and saving ourselves for marriage.

Our parents noticed, and were a bit puzzled, but didn't say anything.

As the memory of him naked started fading, I also found I wanted to see him. Oh, he was still my brother, and I didn't want to think of him that way, but he was still the only guy I had ever seen naked. I couldn't get it out of my head, and wanted to see him.

I am not sure how it happened, but, I found myself sneaking around, spying on him while we were doing our own thing.

I would wait until he was in the shower, and the water was going, then crack the door, just slightly, trying to catch sight of him in the mirror. I would crack his bedroom door when I thought I heard something suspicious and see if I could catch him masturbating.

A couple times he caught me, so I just walked in as if that was my intention. He wasn't doing anything though, much to my disappointment.

I found myself walking into his bedroom more often, hoping to catch him doing something. Once, I did.

"Hey!" He yelled. "Out!" He picked up a balled up sock and threw it at me. Later, we laughed about it, and pretended it didn't matter.

At the same time, it seemed sometimes like he wanted me to catch him. I would go to his room door, and find it cracked open slightly when mom and dad weren't at home, with porn playing loudly in his room. I would open the door, just enough to look in, and find him standing there, naked, sweaty, watching the screen as his hand worked his penis. He took long strokes, hand moving from the base to the head, until it the head was resting against his middle and ring finger, then stroke back down.

Mouth slightly open, his hand moved back to the base.

Lips parted, stroke back to the head.

Breathing harder, stroke back down.

Speeding up, his eyes drank in the porn actress, watching her intently.

A little clear liquid dangling from the tip of his penis, to be swept up by his hand cover the head.

The stroked got smaller, faster, no longer going to the base of his penis.

Grabbing the balled sock, he held it against his penis with the other hand.

Stroke up, stroke down, his hand almost a blur.

Eyes closed now, I could see his toes curling against the carpet in his room.

His body now glistening in sweat, he pushed the sock hard against his penis as his hips thrust forward.

I could hear him grunt as he thrust into the sock a couple times, quickly, before standing perfectly still, head thrown back, his sock now stained with his cum. I closed the door silently, off to my own room to get my own toys, and to pleasure myself with the image still clear in my mind.

9/15/2014 2:13 PM

Brotherly Love, Chapter 7 (Incest fantasy)

(Please note, chapter 6 has finally been complete. Now you see why this is more of a writing experience, to show how I am, more than just a single, simple story. I go away, then come back, then go away, then come back. Sometimes, I haven't even been good at coming back.)


My mind raced at my brothers words. He masturbated because of seeing me spread before him. I masturbated to the image of seeing him masturbating, and he walked in right in the middle of it. It was confusing.

He was my brother, why would I want to see him do that?
Why would he want to imagine me like that?
Why did I suddenly feel flushed and a little horny at the thought of him, doing that, while imagining me?

It made no sense.

Well, it doesn't matter, I thought to myself. He isn't the only one, and you need to tell him. He told you even though he obviously didn't want to.

I got up and walked out to the living room. He was no where to be seen. Which means, he was probably in his favorite spot.

I put on my shoes and headed down to the river. He would be in a little area, right next to the river.

I walked through the thick brush, ducking under tree limbs, removing round, needle like burrs that clung to me as I passed though the weeds.

The trees opened up to a little clearing on the edge of the river. Wildflowers dotted it, with butterflies dancing on the light breeze, landing on flowers before their bright, colorful wings took flight again to dance through the air. It was a beautiful place. A peaceful place. The place my brother would always go when he wanted to think about something, was troubled by something. And there he was, by the edge of the river, throwing rocks at the flowing surface.

9/15/2014 1:14 PM

He glanced over his shoulder, eyes widening slightly, then turned back towards the river. I walked over and stood next to him, watching his rocks dent the water before the water rushed it away without a ripple or care.

"See, I told you that you didn't want to know," he said, not looking over.

"What makes you think that?" I asked him.

"Well, your brother, doing that, while thinking about you, his sister? You are probably disgusted with me right now."

I laughed, and stepped over to him, running my hands through his hair, messing it up playfully. As I dropped my hands, I grabbed his, and forced him to face me. I took up the other hand, and held it, as his face shows absolute surprise.

"I am not disgusted. And, I have something to tell you..." I told him.

"Umm," he responded, then dropped it, clearly at a loss for words.

"Remember when you walked in on me, while I was pleasuring myself?"

He gave me a guarded look that clearly said he would like to pretend it never happened.

"Well, do you wonder what I was thinking about when I was doing that?" He took on a clearly puzzled expression at that.

"Well, I assume some movie star, or one of those cute guys you are always showing me." He said, not catching my meaning.

I sighed again. This was clearly a day for sighing.

"No, I was imagining you, as you lay on your bed, stroking your penis. I thought you were thinking of some cute actress or something. I didn't know you were imagining me."

With that, his jaw dropped completely. "I...I...really..." He stopped, sputtering off.

"No worries. We saw each other. I mean, think about it. How many girlfriends have you had? How many boyfriends? I think it was really the first time we have seen another real person, naked, in..." I couldn't complete it, and felt my face flush bright red.

"But, we are brother and sister!" He exclaimed.

"You think I don't know that?" I asked him, my face taking on a look of hurt.

"No, it isn't that. But we can't be doing things like that. I mean, it's gross. And, it's illegal, and..." He sputtered off again, his mind going furiously, but no words coming out.

"Hey, it took me by surprise! It was a momentary thing. I mean, eww, you're my brother!" For just a second, his face almost looked like it had taken on a pained expression, but it disappeared so quickly that I couldn't be sure.

"And you're my sister! Eww."

We laughed together for a couple minutes, then continued to tease each other about how gross it is for a brother and sister to think about each other while masturbating. It seemed everything was returning to normal. We walked back to the house together, holding each others hand, laughing and joking.

9/15/2014 1:48 PM

Brotherly Love, Chapter 6 (Incest fantasy)

Things became rather awkward between us for a while after that.

We still walked to school together, but no longer held hands. Sometimes I would catch him looking at me when he thought I wasn't looking, and I think he even caught me doing it a couple times.

We didn't talk much, and we started going places by ourselves, instead of with each other. It felt like we were  drifting apart.

I masturbated to him more than once after that, and found myself dreaming about him. I had never thought of him like that before, and started feeling guilty thinking about my brother in a sexual way. That was one reason for the silence between us, and the wall I felt being built around us.

We no longer walked into each other's room unannounced, or used the restroom while the other was in there. We lived like strangers that were in the same area.

I found myself, on my bed, reading something funny, to find my brother not there as I looked up to tell him and laugh about it. I found myself crying, and thinking how unfair this was, with an emptiness settling in me.

8/7/2014 3:32 PM

For the next two months, we lived that way. Our relationship became strained and I stopped taking proper care of myself. One day, it was just too much, and I couldn't take it anymore.

8/19/2014 3:13 PM (Sorry, I am still working on it, just haven't been in a writing mood lately. This is why this is a writing exercise. You get to see what happens when I write things, and why I normally don't post until they are complete.)

I knocked on his door, something that was odd for me, but I felt was needed with our recent tensions.

"Come in," came his reply to the knock.

I walked in, my eyes darting around the room, trying to avoid looking at him.

"What's up," he asked. I could hear the annoyance in his voice.

I broke down right there, crying and shaking. I felt his arms around me in a heartbeat.

"Shh," came his soft whisper, trying to console me. I just stood there, crying, as he held me tenderly.

Finally, after it was out of my system, he guided me to the bed and sat me down, settling next to me.

"What has happened to us?" I said in a weak voice, feeling drained.

I peeked over at him, and found him studying my face.

"I don't know," he answered. "All I know is one day, you started avoiding me, acting cold towards me."

I laughed. Not an amused laugh, but one aimed at the irony.

"I felt embarrassed and awkward, and didn't know how to react," I stated to his implied question.

"No, before I saw you, you know," his words faltered off, but I knew he was referring to seeing me masturbating.

"Not that. I mean, I saw you. Before you saw me..." I trailed off, not wanting to finish.

"Wait, you what?" He asked, a surprised look across his face.

"One day, I walked into your room. I don't even remember for what. Anyways, there you were, on the bed, your penis in your hand. I stood there, in the doorway, and watched you. I am sorry, I couldn't look away. It was like I was hypnotized." I paused to let the words sink in, then went on. "When you came, I left, quietly closing the door. I was not sure what to say. I saw you, and thought about that. I couldn't get it out of my head."

He looked at me for a while before finally replying. "I was wondering what was going on. I thought it was you tripping and accidentally exposing yourself to me. That maybe you were mad at me for looking, and not looking away." He chuckled.

"What is so funny?," I asked him, finally looking him in the eye and pinning him down with my best withering glare.

"I don't think you want to know sis," he told me, his voice suddenly somber.

I sighed. "Tell me. It can't be any worse than us barely speaking for two months."

"Really, I think it is better if I don't," he told me, all humor lost.

I looked into his eyes, and saw something that worried me. "Tell me," I told him, no longer trying to force it out of him, but more worried about something that could drive us apart. "Please."

We sat there for a while, not saying anything, just looking into each others eyes, trying to guess at the secrets behind them.

He sighed, then got up and walked to the other end of his room, looking down the window. "I..." he stopped, and I could hear him swallow. It seemed so loud, with us together in the room, not another sound in the house. "I was masturbating to thoughts of you, on the floor, with your legs spread."

With that, he turned around, walked past me, sitting on his bed, and left the room. I sat there in shock with what I had just heard.

9/15/2014 1:04 PM (This is why I will normally not post a story until it is complete. I already know most of the story, and how I will write it, but to actually sit down and do it, to flesh it out, can be very hit and miss. Anyways, this is finally the end of chapter 6.)

Brotherly Love, Chapter 5 (Incest fantasy)

I got ready for the movie we had chosen to watch and we went.

This time though was different. He tried to tease me, and I just made non-committal noises at him. He tried to hold my hand like normal, but let it drop when I didn't hold his. In my head, I kept seeing his hard, stiff penis. His hand stroking it slowly, building, building.

"What's wrong," he asked me. I felt myself blush and looked away, not saying a word.

After a while, he stopped bothering me, just walking beside me, and I could feel a silence overcome us, like a dark cloud, hanging.

But, how could I tell him I walked into his room and saw that? How could I tell him that every time I closed my eyes, I saw him, pleasuring himself?

How could I tell him that I was turned on by it?

He would be disgusted with me. I was his sister, after all. 

We walked home, and I felt like I had been torn adrift. When I had problems, I had my brother to turn to. When I was annoyed by something, or saw something interesting, I could share it with him. But, how could I share something with him that was about him?

I could see him, alternating between worry and anger. After all, he was not used to me shutting him out like this. But it was so unfair. What right did he have to be mad at me?

After we got home, we ate in silence, then just went to our rooms. I tried to act like it wasn't eating away at me, but every time I let my mind wander, I kept picturing him. I couldn't help it.

Eventually, I was so wet that I had to do something. Some relief. I couldn't relieve myself by telling him what was on my mind, but I could relieve myself. And let my mind focus on anything I wanted to.

I lay down on the bed and pulled my shorts and panties off. Reaching into the side table, I got out my dildo and vibrator.

As I closed my eyes, I imagined, being there, in the room with him. The dildo slid into my pussy easily, it was so wet. I imagined his penis, not in his hand, but inside me. Here, in my mind, I didn't need to feel dirty for thinking of my brother this way.

8/4/2014 3:28 PM (More to come on the masturbation)

I worked the dildo for a while, imagining my brother on top of me, pushing inside. I could see his penis there, hovering before my eyes. Every vein. Every bulge. I had seen it many times. Not hard, not being worked between his fingers, but I had seen him often enough to know exactly what it looked like. To imagine what he looked like, above me, smiling down that cute little smile. Body pressed firmly between my legs.

I moved it faster, bringing my other hand around, holding the vibrator. I push it against my hood, catching the attention of my clit. I could feel my clit react, and felt my body quiver slightly at the touch, at the image. I paused with the dildo, leaving it inside me, while I spread my lips, pushing the hood aside. It was like electricity, the first contact, and my hips bucked for a second. I pushed it harder against me, my mind reeling. Imagining him elevated the sensations, making me feel almost heady and overwhelmed.

The sensation became too much and I had to move the vibrator so my hood fell back into place. I let out a breath I had not realized I had been holding, then pushed it against my clit again, this time breathing, and going back to the dildo.

I continued working the dildo inside me as I let the vibrator work on my clit. I felt pressure building up, faster than normal. My brain froze, the image of my brother stuck, like a picture instead of a movie. Pushing the vibrator harder, my hand occasionally moved the almost forgotten dildo, but I didn't even notice it.

Almost ready to orgasm, I opened my eyes wide. There, at the bedroom door stood my brother, mouth agape. It pushed me over the edge, and I felt my mind blank as the bliss washed over me. Heard, but didn't register the door gently shutting as I lay on my bed, helpless and shivering.

8/4/2014 4:50 PM (End of chapter 5)

Brotherly Love, Chapter 4 (Incest fantasy)

"Yay! It's Friday," I yelled, causing my poor brother to cringe next to me.

Sticking his finger in his ear, he wiggled it around a bit. "If you are going to insist on yelling in my ear, you might be stuck spending this Friday alone."

I stuck my tongue out at him. It had been two days since I ran into him in the hallway, leaving me laying on the floor, naked, with my legs spread. I had already forgotten the incident.

7/28/2014 11:02 AM

Once we got home I turned around to him. "Okay, I feel icky. I didn't get to take a shower after PE, and I just feel gross. Going to take a shower, then we can go hit the mall."

He nodded and went to his room as I went to mine and got undressed.

During my shower, I had a thought that we should go visit the new park they had put in. We both loved skating, and it was supposed to have some pretty cool pipes and ramps.

Slipping on my robe, I walked into his room. Opening the door, I saw him, there, on the bed.

Naked, with his penis in his hand.

I had never seen him masturbate before. I knew he did, I had heard him more than once. But seeing it. Never.

I opened my mouth to let out a crack about him with his penis in his hand, closing it. I turned to go, but then looked back. He hadn't noticed the door open. I couldn't see his face, just his lower chest. His legs. His hand. Stroking. Fondling. Rubbing.

I had seen men have sex with women in the dirty videos. I had seen men rub themselves. Women rub themselves. But, it just didn't seem the same.

I stood there, watching him. Not knowing what to do, but unable to turn away.

His hand gently cupped his stiff penis, rubbing up and down. I could hear his breath, heavy, as he worked his fingers over the shaft. I could see his cut head, slightly glistening with precum. The skin on the shaft moved with his hand, his hips bucking slightly, lifting off the bed. His ass, nice and firm, the sides dimpled in. I had never thought about his body, how his muscles rippled. His hand jerked harder, and soft grunts escaped him. Sweat glistened on his fair skin, slowly rolling down his naked body.

The hand holding his penis moved downward quickly, to the bottom of his shaft, where his penis met his pelvis, then jerked up again, his pointer finger stopping slightly above the head. Back down, the top of his penis showing. Back up, the entire shaft exposed.

His strokes shortened, just the top half, hand moving more quickly, almost a blur. I watched every second of it, finding myself licking my lips slightly. Shaking my head, I wondered what I was doing. I was his sister. It made no sense to be licking my lips. Still, I could not turn away.

He hit the top again, and I could see him cum. A bit streaked almost straight up, into the air, to fall back down on his chest. More oozed down from the tip, streaming down his hard penis, growing softer before my eyes. His hand fell to the side, and his penis flopped down, cum leaking from it onto his pelvis area. He lay there, panting heavily, like he had been running. The fluid, whitish, yellowish, slime like, ran down his sides.

I turned, sneaking back out the door, closing it as softly as I could. There, in my mind, I kept seeing him, naked. Sweaty. Cumming. I felt a tingle between my own legs, and found myself both aroused and disgusted.

He was my brother!

7/28/2014 4:24 PM (End of Chapter 4)

Brotherly Love, Chapter 3 (Incest fantasy)

Chapter 3.

"So," my brother stated as he walked into the room. "How did you like the movie?"

He sat down on the edge of my bed, dressed only in his boxers, while I sat in front of my mirror in only panties, brushing my hair, as I got ready for bed. While others might find it strange to have their brother in their room while they were half naked, it was usual for us. We would have been more mortified if our parents tried to come in while we were half naked.

"I think they need to hurry up and finish the second one," I replied, pouting at myself in the mirror.

"Yes, but that last battle scene. Wow." he replied.

"But poor Dobby," I reminded him.

We continued talking about the movie, and the parts we liked, the parts we didn't. Eventually we moved on to discussions about school, and the teachers, and the upcoming finals before graduation.

The next morning, we woke up and headed to the bathroom.

"Beat you," he said in a sing song voice. I made my best puppy eyes, but he didn't even flinch.

"Yeah, as if I will fall for that," he told me.

He went into the bathroom and started his morning routine. As I waited for my turn, I suddenly had the overwhelming urge to pee.

"Let me in, let me in," I shouted through the door. He finally unlocked the door and let me in. I had seen him naked enough that I didn't even bat an eye at him standing in the doorway, completely uncovered.

"You better not stink up the place," he told me, giving me a glare.

"No worries. I only need to go potty." Pulling down my shorts and panties, I sat down on the toilet while he went back to the shower. We talked more while I finished. I wiped myself, and flushed the toilet.

A squeal erupted from the shower, followed by an "Ahh!"

I giggled a bit. "Sorry, I forgot." When I flushed the toilet, the cold water stopped going to the shower. He opened the shower door, skin red, like he had a slight sunburn.

"Yeah, right," he informed me, not a single joking look on his face. Oh man, I thought to myself. Now he is mad at me. What did I do to deserve this?

I tried to apologize. We may play around, but we never tried to hurt each other, and his skin looked like it was very sensitive.

I walked over to him. "Really, I am sorry," I told him. I reached out and touched his bare chest, feeling his smooth skin under the tip of my finger. "Does it hurt?"

He stood there for a second before replying. "It is fine, just sensitive. I will be fine." I could tell he was still a bit mad at me, but getting over it. "Now get out of here so I can finish my shower." I left, feeling bad.

Soon he came out, wrapped in a towel and headed to his room. Opening the door, he poked his head in. "Showers open." he informed me. "Hurry up before we are late."

I headed into the shower.

7/25/2014 3:56 PM

I followed my routine like any other day. Brush my teeth, rise out my mouth with mouthwash. Check my legs and armpits to see if I needed to shave today. I took off my clothes and set them down on the counter, hopping into the shower. I shampooed my hair, then put in conditioner to let it sit while I took care of the rest of my body. Luffa in hand, I attacked my skin with vigor, scrubbing away the dead skin to give it a nice, healthy glow. Breaking out my facial scrub, I washed my face, then rinsed out my hair.

Finished, I frowned. Feeling a distinct tingle between my legs, I knew what was up, but thought to myself, Strange, I am never horny in the morning.

Lets face it, boys are not something I ever get that much attention from. Oh, when I am out alone, I get looks, but I am rarely alone, with me and my brother together all the time. I have learned to take care of that itch, since it is hard without someone else to do it for me.

I shrugged, giving into my body's impulse. Grabbing the head of the shower, I switched the setting to pulse. I placed the head against my pussy, closing my eyes and imagining a strong, cute, wonderful man between my legs. I have never made out the face of my mysterious lover, but it didn't matter to me.

I pushed the shower head hard against my pussy, grinding it against me. The pulses pushed against my lips, penetrating me. The water massaged my clit, sending thrills throughout my body. Placing my finger against my clit, I pushed it hard, electric shocks going through me. The shower continued to pulse inside me as my fingers worked the clit. I felt myself get closer, closer, until...

*Bang bang*

I jumped slightly as the bathroom door shook. My brothers voice came through the door after the loud knocks. "Hurry up! We are going to be late!" Just when I was so close, too.

I turned the shower off, running the towel over my wet skin, then over my wet hair.

I wrapped it around me and ran out, right into my brother as he came down the hall. He stumbled back, hit with the force of my body, but maintained his balance. I fell on the floor, legs splayed wide open, towel falling to the floor, followed by my body hitting the floor.

I laid there, dazed.

"Ouch," is all he said. Seeing me laying on the floor, he paused for a brief second before coming over to me, eyes flicking down to my spread legs. Lets face it, he doesn't have a girlfriend either, for much the same reason as me. "Sorry," he said, kneeling down and pulling me up while wrapping the towel back around me.

"Sorry," I mumbled to him, feeling embarrassed. "I need to pay attention to where I am going."

After many 'sorrys' and 'it's not your faults', we both finally gave up and walked our separate ways, him to grab a bite to eat, me to get dressed.

At least he didn't seem mad at me anymore. I guess I didn't feel his eyes on my back as I went to my bedroom, either.

I got dressed, headed to the kitchen and grabbed a small bite to eat myself, and we left for the bus stop. We managed to make it just as the bus pulled up.

7/25/2014 4:26 PM (End of Chapter 3)

Brotherly Love, Chapter 2 (Incest fantasy)

So, a brief introduction for everyone. Sorry, but this story isn't just going to be focused on the sex. No worries, I will include several hot and very graphic parts. Maybe not in this chapter, but in the overall story. I want to turn this into an actual story, of young love, and shame, and everything in between. Anyways, on with the story.

Chapter 2.

7/24/2014 3:06 PM

We held hands as we walked down the street, on the way to see the new Harry Potter movie, the Deathly Hallows.

"Seriously, why did they make it part 1? Why not make it into one movie, like every other one?" My brother asked, looking at me.

"Did you read the last book? I mean, there was so much in it. And look how much they cut out of the books in the other movies." I thought to myself, then realized he probably didn't finish it. While we may be very similar in many things, books were more of my thing, while movies were more of his.

"Yeah, well, just don't tell me there will be three or four movies for a single book." I glared at him. He knew better. "Yeah, yeah, I heard the announcements too. Still. I don't want to wait for the next one also." He said, pouting slightly.

"I know, I know. I am impatient too. But would you rather wait until part 2 comes out before you watch it?" I asked him, knowing what his answer would be. True to form, he threw me a "yeah right" look.

"You know, poor Ginny probably won't be there," I said, right in the middle of his "yeah right" look. Pitching my voice low, I said, "Oh Ginny. I love you. Your red hair, that fiery spirit."

"Hey!" He stated, glaring with indignation. "What about you?" Pitching his own voice high, he stated, "Oh Ron. I would love to run my fingers through that hair." Returning his voice to normal, he stated, "I have seen how you look at him, especially since his hair got longer. Maybe I should be jealous." He said, trying to put on his best jealous face.

We both burst out laughing.

"Oh silly, you know there is only one redhead in this world for me," I stated, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Just some harmless sibling teasing and tweaking.

We joked with each other more as we walked, talking about this and that on the way to the theater. We never realized that holding hands, giving each other friendly kisses on the cheek, and teasing each other about even our most intimate life, was that unusual. I guess not everyone has their own twin to relate to on the level we did, or the closeness we felt. It was all normal, brotherly and sisterly love for us.

7/24/2014 5:00 PM (End of chapter)

Brotherly Love (Incest fantasy)

So, I was looking at my last post, and realized that, it didn't really make much of a story. I like to keep track of some of the naughty things I write to people, but it seems more like a very short tease, and nothing really for anyone to pay much attention to. I feel like I owe my readers who may be into the incest thing.

So, a little more information about me. As many of you might already know, I am an only child. However, I have had sex with 5 of my male cousins, so not unfamiliar with the incest scene. I will write a longer story this time, sort of an expose. Instead of how I wrote my "Slow Motion Love" expose though, this one will be different. Every time I close the page, I will publish. I will write in chapters, but until I start the next chapter, or put "the end", I will keep writing. However, so you can see what was written where, before publishing or republishing, I will put the date and time. Then, you can see where I am, and when I finished something.

Anyways, on with the story (Later)
7/24/2014 11:54 AM

Chapter 1

We were born minutes apart. My brother at 2:21 AM, me at 2:28 AM. He still likes to tease me about how he is older than me.

We were fraternal twins. It is still funny when people ask us how a boy and a girl can be twins, and trying to explain how two different eggs are fertilized at the same time by two different sperm can cause a great deal of head scratching. In the end, I have learned to just say "We are non-identical twins".

Yet, we still share many similar features. My fiery red hair compared to his more copperish red hair. My freckles on my upper cheeks, compared to his freckles spaced more evenly on his face. While he is more of a beautiful boy, compared to me being more of a handsome girl. Either way, we attract alot of attention when we are out and about together, and there is no denying the family resemblance.

Growing up, our baby baths were in the same bath. Even as toddlers, we were bathed together. Until the point where boys and girls start noticing a difference between each other. Our baby clothes were shared, him sometimes dressed in pink, Minnie Mouse, and me sometimes dressed in blue, Micky Mouse clothes. As babies, it didn't really matter. As we grew older, I wore more of his clothes than the ones mom and dad bought for me. Me, the "Tomboy", him, the "girly boy". Somehow, even though we were different genders, our tastes always seemed to align. It made for easy Christmas shopping. Just buy a toy for one that the other would also like, and we would both wear it out.

We both loved singing and dancing. We both loved to catch Bubbles on The Powerpuff Girls, and see what Ed, Edd, and Eddy would do. Later, we both tried to catch the episodes of Drawn Together when the parents weren't around.

We watched our first musical together, hairspray, and watched what happens when the guy gets involved with The Girl Next Door. We cried our eyes out over how touching 50 First Dates was, and danced while singing along with Say My Name, daring each other to say the other's name.

Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you, say, "Baby I love you"
If you ain't runnin' game
Say my name, say my name
You acting kind of shady, ain't callin' me baby
Why the sudden change?

We even watched our first "adult" video, stumbling around on the internet on the family computer, and realizing that boys parts and girls parts are matched in a certain way.

I guess that is what happened, that changed our relationship. You can only say a name while saying "Baby I love you", then watch a man stick his penis inside a girl, so much before other ideas come up.

We were best friends, and now we are more. How did it all happen?

7/24/2014 3:00 PM (Next, Chapter 2)

Brother, oh brother! (Fantasy written to someone)

So, someone wrote a message to me, and seems to like the whole brother/sister thing. To me, it doesn't seem that big of a deal. They are just a person. It is really only taboo and exciting because society says it is bad. When I lost my virginity to my cousin, it wasn't exciting because he was my cousin. And, well, we weren't completely aware of what we were doing, but that is another matter. So, I wrote this to someone who had a brother/sister fantasy going on. Sorry, it is short, and not a complete idea. Maybe I should write more on it sometime.



I watch you, in your room, holding my panties, stroking yourself. Peeking through your door, you naughty boy. What are you doing with my panties?

I watch, fascinated, finding myself getting a little warm. Why do I feel funny between my legs?

You are looking at something. What? Is that a picture of me? Holding my panties, rubbing it against your penis, looking at my picture?

So bad. Why am I so hot? My eyes stay glued to you. I know I shouldn't watch you, but I can't turn away. Fascinated, as you rub faster. I can imagine you, imagining me, while you masturbate. Shouldn't I feel disgusted, my brother thinking of me like that? Then why can't I look away?

So hot. I have the urge to reach down. To touch myself. Watching you, rubbing, eyes open, closed, open again. You do have a nice body. How come I never noticed that?

So hot. I feel wet. Why do I feel wet? Why does watching my brother, doing this, make me feel so hot, so wet?

(For those of you who feel this is just a little teasing, but not enough pleasing, I am trying to make it up to you by writing an entire story around brother/sister love)

Brother's Baby (Story written to me)

This story was sent to me by t_reffek. I figured some of my readers here would like it and am posting with permission. And please note, This is NOT me in this story. I just thought it was a nice, naughty little story. If you want to know my experience with incest, please feel free to go here.


My name is Ashley and my best friend's name is Sarah; we're both the same age, and we've known each other since we were in elementary school, so we seldom spent much time apart as we grew up.

During the summer, though, I went on a long vacation with my family and thus I didn't see Sarah for about two months until August of that year, just before school was about to start.

So you could say I was surprised when I finally did drop by her house to go swimming before the summer was over. "Sarah, oh my God! Are you pregnant?"

"Well... yeah," Sarah said, resting her hands on the generous swelling of her belly.

"Oh my God, how did that happen -?" I then lowered my voice and added, "I thought you said you were a virgin!"

"Well, I was," Sarah said, "but then I had this accident..."

That wasn't TOO hard to imagine; Sarah was a pretty redhead and - unlike me - had a nice pair of boobs, so I could imagine her possibly getting herself knocked up at a party or such. Myself, on the other hand, probably not; I looked more like a boy with my flat chest and short blond hair, and most boys weren't all that interested in me.

"Come up to my room," Sarah added in her own whisper, "and I'll tell you what happened." Needless to say, I was beside myself with curiosity and followed Sarah upstairs to her room, which was opposite her parent's room and down the hall from her 17-year old brother Jacob's room. Jacob happened to be in his room as we passed, working out with weights, and seemed a little embarrassed when he saw Sarah.

"Okay now," Sarah said, once we were in her room, "don't dare tell anyone, but Jacob is the father."

"Jacob!?!" I exclaimed. "No way!"

"SHHH!" Sarah said, putting a finger to her lips. "Yes way."

"Oh, man... girl, that is sick! With your own brother?"

"Well, like I said, it was an accident..."

"Like what, he slipped and fell in your hole?"

"Ashley, do you want to hear the story or what?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry. So how did it happen?"

Sarah then went on to tell me the sordid details while changing out of her T-shirt and jeans and into a turquoise bikini top and wrap (for later when we planned to go swimming in her pool).

Way back in April when the weather started to warm up, Sarah couldn't resist going for a swim while her parents were at work and (she thought) her brother was at baseball practice. So figuring no one could see, she took off her swimsuit and paddled around for a while until she heard a strange sound coming from her brother's room.

She immediately realized her brother was there, so she put on her swimsuit, hurried upstairs and asked if he was watching her. He claimed he wasn't, but from the way his voice was strained Sarah could tell something was up; Jacob tried to keep her out of his room, but she barged right in and found him with his cock stuck through one of his barbell weights.

"No way! Seriously?"

"Seriously," Sarah said; "but wait, it gets better..." Since Jacob felt masturbation wasn't manly - but he was definitely turned on by his sister - he decided to try fucking the hole in one of his 5-pound weights instead (figuring that would be more manly I guess), but then his erection got so big it got stuck.

"Seriously, it was HUGE," Sarah said. "As big as your forearm!" I glanced at my forearm, which was slender, but still...

For a manly young man like Jacob, going to the hospital with a 5-pound weight on his dick was even more mortifying a prospect than being caught masturbating, but Sarah was sympathetic. After pausing just long enough to grab her camera and snap a picture (and freak out Jacob), she told Jacob she would help him get his dick loose if he promised to be her slave forever and ever. I thought that sounded a bit harsh taking advantage of her idiot brother like that, but Jacob agreed and Sarah then proceeded to sit Jacob on his bed, drop to her knees and give him a blowjob.

"No fucking way! Seriously?"

"Seriously. He actually started crying - because it was really sensitive, I guess - but then he went off like you wouldn't believe. He squirted a huge gob in my mouth - which was gross - then the rest squirted all over my boobs and got me all sticky. But the swelling did go down, and eventually we were able to get the weight loose with a whole bunch of dish soap."

"Damn, girl, you're a total slut!"

"Well, it's not like anybody knew...and it was pretty sweet for a while. Since he was my slave, and I had the picture well-hidden where he'd never find it, I made him eat my pussy every day after school after that, and I'd give him blowjobs too if he was really good and made me cum. But then one day - after he finger-fucked me and I was all stupid with cumming - he just climbed on top of me and stuck his cock right inside me."

I stared at Sarah, disbelieving. Indeed, if she weren't swollen up like a beachball I'd have sworn she was shitting me.

"I told him to get off me," Sarah continued, "or I'd tell everyone about him jerking off, but he didn't care. He just started humping me, really fucking the shit out of me, and he said he was going to knock me up good for being such a bitch. I told him he BETTER not cum in me - and tried to push him off me - but he just held on tight and kept on fucking me until he came. I could actually feel it - his cum squirting inside me - and it ran all over my legs when he finally let me up. I ran to the bathroom and tried to wash it out, but he must have shot it really deep because he got me good the very first time."

"Damn, girl, that is fucking sick! Your own brother...?" Sarah shrugged. "But still..."

"Still what?" Sarah asked.

"Well, I'm kinda jealous," I admitted. "I'm still a virgin and here you are all knocked up with your brother's kid."

"Twins, actually. That's why I'm so big."

"Jesus Christ! Do your mom and dad know?"

"Are you kidding? I said it was some guy I met at a party. From another school, forget his name, didn't get a good look at his face."

"So did you ever do it again, after that first time?"

"Sometimes," Sarah replied, "if Jacob was REALLY good. After all, he couldn't knock me up any more than I already was."

"But damn... you're going to have your brother's babies here in...what...?"

"Four months," Sarah said.

"Damn!" Sarah looked at me sympathetically, then moved over next to the chair where I was sitting and sat on the armrest.

"So," Sarah said, "would you like some cock too?" I swear I felt my heart flip over in my chest. In fact I did want some cock, and very badly, though I was too nervous and freaked out to articulate that clearly. I did manage to nod, though, and Sarah nodded back. "I know you're there, Jacob," Sarah said to the door. "You can come in now." Jacob, who was indeed there, obediently came around the corner.

"Jacob," Sarah said, "my little friend Ashley would like to see your cock. Would you show it to her please?"

"Jeez, Sis, do I have to...?"

"It's that or have the whole school see your dick in a donut."

"Okay, fine." Jacob then opened the fly of his jeans and revealed a very healthy-looking penis - in fact the first penis I'd ever seen in person - at least 5 inches long just hanging there. I'll admit I was a little afraid of it at first - I mean a boy's cock isn't exactly pretty with all those veins and pubic hair - but then I realized Jacob wasn't going to try anything unless I was cool with it first; so I reached out to touch it, tentatively, and he was fully hard within seconds of my grabbing it by the base of the shaft. Maybe it wasn't as big as my forearm, but it must have been at least 7 inches long and then some; just holding it and feeling it pulse - with those big heavy balls hanging down beneath it - made me feel woozy.

Unlike Sarah, I hadn't yet changed for the pool so I was still in my green top, jeans and sneakers, but Sarah soon had those off of me, and had Jacob naked too. I felt very nervous, of course (and more than a little self-conscious about my tiny titties and boyish body), but Sarah soon convinced me that Jacob was thoroughly under our control; plus since he still disliked masturbating, he had a healthy load of cum built up which he'd be motivated to get rid of.

You can probably guess what happened next; emboldened and horny, I stroked Jacob's cock (which was already oozing precum) until it blasted all over me, then enjoyed my first taste of a boy going down on me as he expertly sucked on my virgin pussy until I came. Then Sarah produced a condom and personally slid it down over Jacob's reinvigorated hard-on.

"Now you'd better not try to get Ashley pregnant," Sarah said to Jacob sternly, "or I'll be VERY upset. Understand?"

"Yes, Sarah," Jacob said obediently. Jacob then moved in between my legs and - as I watched with my heart aflutter - he gently lowered his swollen helmet into my tiny virgin hole. It did hurt, but Jacob finally broke through my hymen, then started pushing deeper inside me. His cock was really thick and hard - stretching my inside muscles as it sank inside me - and I was seriously stunned when I felt his helmet kissing my cervix, and his balls on my ass.

"Oh -!" I gasped, looking Jacob in the eyes; "Jacob, you're really in me!"

Jacob replied with a smile, letting me savor his thickness for a long moment, then finally started fucking me. He started slow and gentle, then switched to fucking me fast and furious - slapping my ass with his balls - then changed up the pace at random so I couldn't tell what was coming next.

Despite being 'coerced' by his sister, Jacob obviously enjoyed taking my virginity, and I gasped with shock and surprise whenever he locked eyes with mine, then rammed in deep and ground his pubic bone against my cunny mound. Sarah, in fact, had to remind me to breathe, but aside from that it was paradise; once I got used to Jacob's size, his cock just slid up and down inside my creamy hole like a piston in a chamber, and I trembled like a little girl on Christmas morning when he made me cum again, grinding my tiny clitoris between our pubic bones and slapping my ass with his balls.

As for not getting me pregnant, though, I guess Jacob's cock had other ideas. His brain clearly registered that Sarah had the capacity to blackmail him, but he was thinking with his cock at the moment, and his cock's priority was obviously giving me a belly full of babies. After fucking me to a third shuddering climax, he let me rest a moment, then (while Sarah wasn't looking) he slipped the condom off his cock and plunked his naked cock right back up inside me.

I saw what he did - and felt his stiffness fill me once again - but I was so startled I couldn't even gasp with surprise. The danger made my heart race faster ('OH MY GOD,' I thought, 'HE'S GOING TO CUM INSIDE ME - !!!'), but all I could do was just lay there, feeling his now-naked penis smashing into me, slapping and slurping in my tight, creamy hole.

Then suddenly it happened: feeling the sperm boiling up from his balls, Jacob rammed his cock in as deep as it would go and then held it there, pressing his cockhead into my cervix and squirting rope after rope of his thick, creamy semen right into the mouth of my womb. And believe it or not, I could actually feel it - not just the pulsing of that delicious cock inside me - but every hard pulse of sperm as it thudded into the back of my pussy.

"Dude," I gasped, after Jacob finally stopped thrusting and lay still inside me, "did you cum in me?"

"I'm sorry, baby," Jacob said; "you're just so cute, I couldn't help myself..."

Only then did Sarah finally realize what had happened; moving around to the end of the bed, she got an eyeful of Jacob's sperm oozing down the back of my ass, overflowing the tightly-stretched mouth of my pussy.

"You BASTARD!" Sarah said. "What did I just tell you about cumming in my friend!?"

"Um...that I shouldn't...?"

"GODDAMN IT!" Sarah said, punching Jacob in the arm with surprising force; "YOU FUCKING PRICK!"

Only then did Jacob finally pull out (uncorking a flow of cum that promptly soaked my thighs, my ass, and the bed beneath me), whereupon he then beat a hasty retreat from the room with Sarah close behind, making various hair-raising threats (such as threatening to hang him by his balls, or cut off dick).

For my part, meanwhile, I was too stunned to do anything but lie there for the moment, soaking in the puddle of sperm beneath my ass; but then, with horror, I remembered that my last period was exactly two weeks earlier - making this the worst possible time to get a bellyful of cum - and I had a sudden vision of a hundred million wriggling tadpoles gang-mugging the poor eggs almost certainly now lying ripe and defenseless in my tummy.

When I finally could move, I put my clothes back on, then found Sarah and told her not to worry about what Jacob had done. I'd enjoyed my first fuck, and we only did it the one time, so I probably wouldn't get pregnant. But in fact I was wrong; not only did Jacob's sperm mug my eggs, but they mugged them royally and knocked me up with TRIPLETS!

So here I am now four months along with a bulging tummy already starting to show, and a best friend who's just about ready to pop with twins who are - weirdly enough - the brother and sister of my daughter and two sons (or at least that's what the ultrasound says I'm going to have).

Needless to say, it's supremely embarrassing to waddle to school and have everyone in school whisper about the dumb cunt who got herself knocked up despite being too homely to have a boyfriend, and sometimes I feel about as bright as one of Jacob's dumbbells when I realize how stupid I was; like Sarah, though, I wasn't comfortable with the idea of getting an abortion so that wasn't in the picture.

Seeing as I'm still in high school and have enough trouble just taking care of myself, I think I'll probably end up giving my brood up for adoption (which is also Sarah's plan), but I guess we'll see about that later.

In the meantime, I know one thing for damn sure: I plan to wring a whole lot of fucking out of Jacob before I get too big for him to fuck!

My first time

I lost my virginity to my cousin. He was not related by blood to me, but by adoption. He was one of a few that I have been with. What can I say, I have many cousins. It is a big family. This side of the family also tends to be very country, living in a farming area. I also do not remember everything, and am writing this best I can from memory. I can only vividly remember bits and peaces, so some things might be slightly wrong. You also need to remember, I would not become fully sexually active until a little later, so I was very awkward, having only played house a bit, you show me yours, a bit of streaking. I learned later from older men, who knew what they were doing. Here is how it happened:

We arrived at my grandma's house for our annual family gathering. I wore a button up flannel shirt and jeans with cowboy boots. Sorry, I did not wear a naughty farmer's daughter outfit, it was pretty normal if you grew up in a farming community. Probably closer to this outfit, with boots.

Like normal family get-togethers, it was rather boring. Watch the boys play pool, maybe try it out a little. Maybe some horseshoes. Big meals set out with the old generations catching up, swapping stories, reminiscing. Unfortunately, I was a little old to enjoy myself, running around in the grass, playing in the trees, and a little young to be swapping old stories.

I grabbed my cousin, he and I had always been close, and decided we would go exploring. We went out to the field, wandering through weeds and other plants almost as tall as we were, then came to the old house my great grandma lived in before it burnt down. Poking around for lost treasures, or heirlooms, or something to keep us interested, we eventually found nothing but boredom.

We moved out from there, going down some of the trails and exploring the woods around the area.

That's when it happened. We started talking, me asking him about girls, him asking me about boys. He mused, wondering what it was like to kiss a girl. I politely reminded him that I was a girl (Actually, I seem to remember calling him a dummy and kicking his shin, but you get the point). We didn't really factor in the fact that we were cousins, we just understood, he was a boy and I was a girl, and we had always felt more like friends than cousins, so the thought of our family tree never entered our minds.

We closed our eyes and pressed our lips together. After all, isn't that how you kiss in the movies? While this wasn't my first kiss, it was his. We stood there, lips pressed against lips, for a few moments before separating.

"I have seen pictures of a different kind of kiss, where you open your mouth and stick your tongue in the other persons mouth."

He was skeptical of this, but we decided to try it. It was probably the most awkward kiss you could ever imagine. We opened our mouths wide, then pushed our tongues into each others mouths. We licked each others tongues, the inside of each others mouths.

"Your mouth tastes strange."

I was starting to get very tingly, feeling all out of sorts, like I did when I went for my naked strolls. I pulled him back to my face, put my tongue back in his mouth.

"You taste different now. It makes me feel odd."

As I would discover later, when passion kicks in and lust arises, you can actually taste it on the other persons breath. He was tasting my lust and desire.

I moved my head away from him and looked at him.

"So, did you like kissing a girl?"

"I am not sure. It makes me feel odd. Both good and sort of strange at the same time."

"I feel funny too."

We talked about the kiss, and tried it a couple more times, mouths both open and closed.

"I sometimes feel the same way when I do something else."

"Like what?"

So, I told him about my naked walks, how I tingled, how it made me feel quivery, made me excited and scared at the same time. How I would get tingles between my legs. He surprised me with a new question.

"So, what does a girl look like? I have never seen a girl with no clothes. Not a real girl."

I giggled, then asked if he wanted to see me. At first he seemed to hesitate, but finally agreed that he would like to see that.

"Not fair. You have to take yours off too."

So, we decided to show each other what was under our clothes. Being young, there were no sexy shows, no casual slip of the shoulder, turning of the back while the shirt came off. We simply undressed (Yes, I know, poo, no sexy shows to imagine. Just imagine yourself getting ready for a shower after a hard days work).

We stood there, naked in front of each other, looking over each other. While I had some experience, he had none. I helped guide him. I noticed right away his penis was completely stiff. He looked like he was ready to pop. I brought his hand to my breasts, and let him feel them. His hands ran over them completely, cupping them, squeezing them, playing with the nipples a little.

"One time, me and a boy were together, looking at his sisters magazine. It showed a boy putting his thing inside the girl."

"How?"

I sat down on the side of the trail, my ass in the weeds, and spread my legs.

"See, you put yours in here." I demonstrated by poking my finger into my pussy.

We decided to try it out. We wiggled around, trying to figure out how to get his penis inside my pussy. He moved this way and that way, and eventually we got it right. His penis slipped into my pussy, with some slight pain. He moved back and forth, trying to thrust immediately, but it hurt me, making him slow down. Eventually, we were able to get it all the way in, and I let him go at his pace. Blood seeped out slightly, but I was used to this, since I had started my period a year or more earlier. Little did I realize, the slight pain, and the blood this time meant more than normal, that my hymen was broken. I was indeed no longer a virgin, and neither was he.

It only took him a minute or so before he came, directly in my pussy. He stood back up, and we got dressed, then headed back to the gathering.