My brother and I were always close, but now I wanted to get even closer.
Sister is home from a year in Europe
Hi, my name is Amy. I am 19 and have been away from home for over a year, now. After I graduated from high school, I was offered a job in Europe, working as a low paid intern to a fashion designer who had ties to my family. Since I was just an intern, I did not get the time off last Christmas to travel back to the U.S., so it had been a very long time since had been home. My parents and my younger brother supported my choice to take this job, but now it was over, and I was happy to be back home.
My parents had not changed much during my absence. Perhaps a bit older, and more set in their ways. But my brother Brad had changed a lot. He was a year behind me in school, so he was just turning 18, and ready to graduate from high school. When I left last year, he was a tall, gangly kid. He somehow transformed into a mature, handsome young man. He had been involved with sports his entire high school time, and really began putting on the muscle, especially this last year of school. I was shocked when I first walked into the house, greeted by him and my folks, and how mature and good looking he was.
It was great to be home. My folks had kept my room the same as I left it, except for making it more of a guest room. Most of my personal stuff had been packed away by me before I left for Europe, but I still had a few posters and artwork on the wall. My room was next to Brad’s, and we shared a common bathroom between our rooms. It was never a problem when we were younger, but now it seemed like the bathroom, being shared by both of us, caused a bit of a privacy problem. I would have to get used to this again.
I got back into the swing of being home. My plan was to go to college in the Fall, so I just needed to get a short-term job before it school started. Until then, I could hang out with Brad and get re-acquainted. I wanted to know all about his dating life and if he had a girlfriend. Before I left for my internship, he and I often spoke late into the night about sex, and what boys and girls liked. We compared notes and opinions and did not leave any details unspoken. I was hoping we could get back to that level of our relationship.
Brad was excited to have me home. He eagerly planned fun things for us to do together. One of our first outings happened the next day when he and I went to the state park near our house. It had a big lake there that we always swam in. We pulled up to a parking spot near the water and hauled our cooler down to the shoreline. I took off my bikini cover up and got ready to run into the chilly water. When Brad pulled off his shirt, I was blown away. Gone was the scrawny teenage brother I left last year. Brad now had a full six pack of muscled abs, broad shoulders and a cute ass. WOW. The girls would be swarming him.
“Last one in the water is a rotten egg”, I said, not feeling very original.
We played in the water until the chill got too much, and laid in the sun to dry, and then we got dressed. Brad looked at me and said he hated to see me covered up after seeing me in just my bikini. He said I was really a beautiful girl and that those European guys had been lucky to have a hot American chick to hang out with. I blushed, then I told him “Now you get to hang out with me!”. “Great”, he smiled. “Lucky me!”.
We headed home. When we got there, I was tired, and I guess still jet lagged. After an early dinner, I slipped away to my room. I took a shower and wrapped myself in a towel. I was very relaxed and laid on the bed, not bothering to put on anything to sleep in. I laid there, thinking of the fun day. My mind drifted back to Brad, and I wondered if he was still a virgin, or did he have a list of girls he’d slept with. I thought to myself, that if he was not my brother, I would be all over him. My mind continued thinking about sex and one of my hands started to squeeze my breasts. It really felt good. I love to play with my nipples. They always stay a bit aroused and if I pull and twist them just a little, they perk up and get me going.
My other hand slowly wandered down to my crotch. I casually caressed my labias. I had a bare cunt, courtesy of my European stay, where I had all my pubic hair lasered off permanently. I love the carefree nature of my smooth crotch. Pubic hair is so old fashioned. I was laying on top of my sheets, bare legs spread apart, and carelessly playing with myself. One of my fingers explored my cunt and dipped in between the folds of my pussy. I instantly got wet. I pushed in further until it was in, knuckles deep. I smeared my womanly juices on my clit as it began to swell and throb. I slowly rolled it between my fingers and thinking of the fun that Brad and I had today.
I recalled when he and I playing in the water today at the lake. We were chasing each other around where the water was waist deep. My tiny bikini was soaked, of course, and several times the top strings got loose, and my top fell off, exposing my tits to Brad. He just smiled and teased me for being a “topless European”. I secretly wanted to be topless and drive him crazy. I started thinking about his boxer shorts and how the fabric clung to the outline of his manhood when we laid on the blanket to dry before heading home. His cock seemed to be rather large. I knew I should not be thinking of Brad sexually, but I had been away a long time, and he did not seem like a brother, just a guy who I wanted to flirt with.
As I lay on the bed I began fantasizing about his penis and how it would feel in my hand. At the lake today I wanted to reach down into his shorts and grab it and stroke it. As my brain explored that fantasy, I did not hear my door open from the bathroom that we shared. Brad walked in from the bathroom and was about to ask me a question. He blurted out, “hey, why don’t we go shopping tomo…….. Oh shit!”
From Brad’s angle, he had a direct view of my hand between my spread open legs, as I diddled myself. I was in the middle of my fantasy and very close to a climax. I did not hear him say anything, until “Shit!”. Then I looked up between my knees and saw Brad just standing a few feet from me, with his hand still on the bathroom doorknob. He looked like he’d seen a ghost, then his expression changed. He looked as guilty as a dog who ate food off the table. He knew he was not supposed to be seeing what he was seeing. I quickly closed my legs and turned to one side. I looked at him but said nothing. Before I could complain, he backed out of the room spewing apologies.
The bathroom light that glowed under the door, soon went dark. I did not hear Brad make any more sounds and assumed he went to bed. I giggled sheepishly, realizing that he had seen my wet snatch in all its bare-naked glory. I wondered what he thought.
I couldn’t sleep now. Earlier, I had groggily played with myself and hoped to fall asleep after I orgasmed. But now I could not make myself cum since I did not dare make those kinds of noises, being right next to Brad’s room. I quietly continued to stroke my clit, slowly, rolling it between two fingers. Not enough to make me cum, but it did feel wonderful to lay there, still naked and imagine Brad laying in the next room.
I began to get frustrated. I tossed and turned in the bed. I could not give myself an orgasm for fear of making too much noise, and yet I kept fantasizing about Brad, and his male package. What was going on in my head? I was gone a year, and was that long enough for me to forget that Brad was my brother? Wow, what a sick bitch I was. As much as I mentally scolded myself for having impure thoughts about my younger brother, those thoughts were repeatedly cycling thru my head. I imagined sneaking into his room, lying next to him as he slept, and sliding my fingers down into his boxer shorts. I desperately wanted to feel his erection in my hand. I wanted to find out how large it was, and to squeeze the veiny shaft. I had been with a few men in Europe, and none were circumcised. I knew from when we were kids that Brad had a circumcised dick. It did not mean anything to me back then, but now I know the difference. I wanted to play with his circumcised cock.
I stuffed three fingers in my cunt and curled up hoping to go to sleep. But it was not working. All I could think of was Brad’s cock, innocently laying there in the next room, just waiting for me to sneak in and touch it. I began rationalizing that I had been gone so long that it did not seem like such a naughty thing to do to fondle my brother’s prick. Surely, he would appreciate it, wouldn’t he?
An hour later, still restless, I gave up. I crawled out of bed and quietly opened my bathroom door. Brad’s bedroom door which joined the other end of the bathroom was open. There was a slight glow of moonlight coming in thru his bedroom window which gave me just enough light to see him. Brad was laying on his side, in the middle of the double bed, about half covered by a sheet. My naked form quietly tiptoed to his bed. I lifted the sheet and carefully crawled in beside him. He did not wake. His breathing was slow and steady.
I nuzzled up next to him. My breasts pressed against his bare back. My crotch matched the curve of his hips. I quietly slid my arm around his waist and held it still. When my heartbeat slowed back down to normal, I thought about what I had just done. I was completely naked, spooning my brother, with one arm draped over him. My pussy was drenched, and I could not touch it without moving my arm. My nipples were hard as diamonds, and my breathing was forcing them into Brad’s muscled-up body. I could not believe he did not wake up.
I was burning hot with desire and could not help myself. My hand that was draped over his waist, now began the slow trek down below Brad’s belly as if it was being commanded by its own brain. My fingers reached the waistband of his shorts and snaked under it. His breathing seemed to get a little louder. I paused, then pushed down more until my fingertips found his limp cock, dangling down towards the mattress. I paused. The moment of truth was near. If I kept going, I could not claim that I was only sleepwalking or some other lame excuse. I had to be prepared for Brad to yell and scream if he did not like what I was doing. I convinced myself that my brother would love to have his manhood played with. What guy wouldn’t, regardless of whether it was his sister playing with it.
I swallowed hard after convincing myself that Brad would be happy. I had an uncontrollable urge to touch and play with him. I grabbed his limp penis in my hand and felt the warm soft skin conforming to my palm. It felt so soft and pliable in its relaxed state. I squeezed it gently.
Then I detected a weak pulse from his cock, and it slowly expanded like a clown balloon animal. It pushed out of my fist and began to pulse harder. My fingers danced on the tightening skin as his member filled out to full glory. My goodness. I was trying to judge the size of his penis by what my hand could hold but I could not tell how much was protruding from my fist as I latched onto it.
Brad’s breathing caught in his throat. He jerked slightly, then rolled on to his back. His full erection was stiff as my hand held onto it. He woke up, not sure of what was happening, but aware that he was not alone in the bed. He turned to me, blurry-eyed, and said “Amy, what are you doing?”
I panicked, but did not release his prick, and I blurted out that I could not sleep. I told him I crawled into bed with him for his company.
When Brad woke up enough to realize that I had a grip on his erect shaft, he again looked at me with a puzzled face. He did not say anything, but stared in my eyes, then down at his dick, and then he smiled. After a long pause Brad sheepishly admitted “Oh my gawd, Amy. You don’t know how many times I have fantasized about you and me together”.
“Really? What did you fantasize that we would be doing?”, I teased.
“We do EVERYTHING in my fantasies. You would suck my dick, of course, and I would fuck your pussy and all kinds of good stuff”, he confessed.
“Well, I am here laying next to you with my hand around your cock. And I want to suck it badly. So why don’t you lay back and enjoy this, little brother”.
I moved sideways a bit and got into position to suck his lovely cock. I slowly licked it, from base to tip, feeling the taunt skin that surrounded his manhood. The head of his prick was velvety soft, and I could barely get the full head inside my mouth. I could hardly move my tongue around it. I momentarily pulled off it to lick and tease his swollen prick. I alternated between licking it from base to tip and sucking, to get it as hard as possible. Then I switched positions.
I swung my leg over Brad’s belly and scooched down to line up my cunt with his dick. I leaned forward and guided the head of my brother’s dick to the entrance to my dripping cunt. It was dying to be filled with his shaft. I swabbed the end of it against my willing and ready pussy and got it nice and lubricated for the journey inside me. I placed the head of his dick at my entrance and looked down at Brad’s face to make sure it was OK to proceed. Neither of us needed to speak, we could read the look in each other’s face and knew that a barrier was about to be crossed. Apparently, both of us wanted to cross it.
I lowered my crotch down until I felt the head of his penis begin to part my pussy lips. Then I put both hands on Brad’s chest and carefully lowered myself down on top of him. I was in no hurry. We both wanted to savor this moment. The bonding of a brother and sister, in a sexual union, was a forbidden but intoxicating act. Brad grabbed my hips to carefully guide me on to his prick. I pulled up, then started back down again, spreading my lubrication all along the length of his shaft. Then he bottomed out. Brad was buried to the hilt inside me. His wonderful cock was pulsing and throbbing inside my cooch, and I think I could feel him pressing against my cervix.
I leaned over him and planted a long, wet kiss on my brother’s lips. It went on for many moments as our bodies lay frozen together. Then, almost without thinking, I began twerking my hips and ground my clit into Brad’s crotch. My bare cunt was teased by his pubic hair. My pussy constantly gushed fluid, keeping every surface between us slick and tender. I looked in his face, then asked, “Is this what you had in mind, little brother? When you fantasized about us fucking?”
“Oh gawd, yes”. Brad gushed. “I imagined your cunt would be wet and silky and it is exactly like that. I often wondered how good it would feel to be stuffed inside you.”
“Now you know, little brother”, I said, as if using “Little Brother” added the extra kinkiness of being siblings, who were committing incest. “Now lay there and let me look at your face while I fuck you”.
I began slowly hunching Brad, to get our bodies used to each other. Then I sped up, like a crazy person. I squirmed all over his torso, but not letting his perfect prick ever leave my cunt. I clamped down on him and pulled up and pounded downward until I was nearly exhausted. I could see that Brad’s face was twisted and contorted, as he was apparently struggling not to cum. Then it dawned on me that I was no longer on birth control. I had stopped while in Europe since I did not have a steady sex partner. I froze in position, not wanting my last bit of motion to trigger Brad’s climax. I could not allow Brad to pump his seed into my fertile cooch and get me pregnant.
I panicked and pulled off Brad quickly. In one fluid motion I bent over and promptly swallowed his shaft. Brad let out a protest, saying “Nooo!, I am about to cum!” as I took him into my mouth. I sucked and slurped on his stiff prick, tasting my syrupy cunt juices before he blasted his load into my mouth. His jizz spewed into me and I feverishly struggled to swallow it as it boiled from his balls. My brother must have been saving up his spunk for me because I never had so much man juice fill my mouth before. It tasted sinfully delicious.
I continued to lap and suck his stiff prick to make sure I drained out every drop of his seed. I held him in my mouth until he went partially soft, then I crawled up to his face and gave him another deep, long kiss. I am sure that Brad could taste remnants of his load that mingled with my saliva. It seemed as though our kiss went on forever. It was the kiss of two people who had loved each other our entire lives, but now that love had been taken to a new, forbidden level.
I broke off our kiss and collapsed on the mattress next to him. We both were breathing hard. This entire sexual act had been a surprise and a shock to both of us. I needed time to process what I had just done. I looked over at Brad and we both broke out in a laugh, as if to say we were good with what we’d just done. We crossed a line that society drew, but I did not care. Brad may be my brother, but he and I have always had a special bond. Having sex with each seemed natural and only increased our bond.
Brad turned to me and said “Wow, that was fucking awesome. You do not know how many times I jacked off while thinking of you. The real thing is so much better than just my hand. But it is my turn…”
Brad began sucking my aching tits. They were swollen and tender and needed to be squeezed. Brad could read my thoughts, and began lavishly attending to them, sucking one nipple deep into his mouth while twisting and torturing the other with his fingers. I held his head with both hands, and played with his thick hair, encouraging his action.
He broke away from my breasts and kissed his way down to my crotch. He paused to admire my hairless, slick skin and looked at me. “I love your bare pussy” and then he spread my thighs with his strong hands. His tongue pressed against me as he took a long, flat lick from my butt hole to my clit. I gasped. “Oh, gawd, that is good”, I blurted out.
He repeated that many times, as more cunt juice oozed out, adding to the slickness. He rolled me over on my side and held my butt cheeks apart with his hands. He found my tender little butthole and probed it with his talented tongue. After a few moments of licking it, he paused and asked “Do you like your ass licked? You are being kind of quiet”.
“Oh, hell yes. Your tongue feels incredible”, I gasped out. I had never had that done to me and was surprised he went there. I wanted him to continue. And I would put that little trick on my list of things to do to Brad next time. Two can play the ass licking game.
Brad laid me on my back again and spread my thighs once more. He began feverishly licking my clit and I could feel a couple of fingers snake into my snatch. And then I realized he had slipped a finger or two in my asshole too. He stuffed them into me, and I was overcome with pleasure. In just a few minutes I could feel a climax building. He kept stroking his fingers in and out, while he sucked my clit in between his teeth. He gently nibbled on my engorged button. I tensed up and let out a low, controlled groan as my orgasm ripped out of me. I blew squirt all over Brad’s hand and chin. He stayed, frozen in place, so as not to disturb my glorious climax. I grabbed his head and held him steady, then crushed him against my crotch. I mashed my tender cunt against his face, causing small spasms which were the final stages of my orgasm.
“Fuck!, that was good, Brad. Where did you learn to eat pussy like that?”
“I watch porn”, Brad admitted.
“Well, remind me to watch some with you. You can do to me what you see on the screen! Geez, that was so fucking good!”, I exclaimed.
We fell asleep, tangled together like snakes, as our bodies cooled down from the passionate exchange of bodily fluids. Sweat, cum and squirt had soaked our skin and the sheets, but it felt magical to be laying together. I woke up early and decided to go to my own room. I did not want to have to explain anything to my folks in case they decided to say goodbye before leaving for work.
Later, I heard the shower and knew that Brad was awake. I slipped into the shower with him. His face beamed as he suddenly realized that last night was not a dream, and that we had really been together. To make sure he had no doubt, I got on my knees and sucked his dick till he climaxed. I pulled it out just as he began to blow his load and gave myself a cum facial. Brad’s sperm was dripping down my face from the bridge of my nose to my chin. I greedily licked the last drops from the head of his dick, then stood and kissed him.
“Good morning, little brother”, I said with a grin. “I hope you slept well last night”.
“Are you kidding me? I spent half the night dreaming about having sex with you. Then I woke up alone. I was afraid it had not been real. But I guess it was.”
“Me too” I said. “And I loved being in bed with you, but did not want Mom or Dad to walk in and find us. Being naked together would be a bit hard to explain.”
“I need coffee”, I continued. “So, let’s get out of the shower and see if there is any left in the pot from this morning.”
After we had coffee, I looked at Brad, and remarked “We have the whole day together before Mom and Dad get home from work, you know. What can we do for fun?”
Brad leaned into me, kissing me lightly on the lips. “I think I know of something we can do together, but you need to get out of that robe and into bed, first.”
“OK! Last one naked and in bed is a rotten egg”. I grinned.
Our rooms were upstairs. My bed was a double also, so there was plenty of room for two young kids to share. Thanks, Mom and Dad for thinking ahead on our bed sizes. I thought to myself, as I ran up the stairs, “I bet you’d be a bit surprised to learn your kids were fucking each other in them.”
I got in bed first. I had thrown off my robe just as I ran into my room and dove into bed. Brad was hot on my trail and stumbled to get out of his boxers and join me. He landed on top of me and began kissing me passionately. It was as if he were still in a dream and did not want to wake up. I felt the same. It was incredible to have his warm, hard body on top of mine.
I ran my hands along his back and down to his ass cheeks. I caressed him as he and I continued our kiss. I stopped and gasped for a breath. “God, you make me so hot, Brad. You are a great kisser”.
“I can do more than kiss with my mouth. Don’t go anywhere”, he said with a grin.
He worked his way down my belly and found my cunt, waiting eagerly to be caressed by his talented tongue. He wasted no time to bury that tongue between my pussy lips and lap up my fuck juice. I could feel the ridge of his nose grinding against my clit as he dug his mouth deep into my cunt. He kept this up until I had an extraordinary orgasm and squirted again.
Brad did not stop and just moved to a new target. He rolled me over and began probing my asshole again. I reached back and pulled my ass cheeks apart to give him full access. “Lick me, baby! Lick my asshole! Eat me out!”
My little brother did not need to be asked twice. He worked that lovely tongue inside my crinkly hole like he’d done it all his life. I raised up and held my ass in the air a bit higher, hoping to give him as much room to work me over as possible. He took the hint.
Brad eased a finger in my ass and began working it in and out of me. My hole quickly loosened up, so I cocked my head back and grunted “more”. Brad knew what I meant.
He wet another finger and eased it into my ass along with the first finger. Fingers don’t like to be lonely, since they travel together constantly. Brad tested that theory, by adding a third finger to my asshole. The more the merrier, as far as I was concerned. It felt naughty to be penetrated by his fingers.
Brad continued his magic in my backside, shoving his fingers hard in me as far as they could go. He asked if I was OK, and I said “Fuck, yes!”.
After assaulting my butthole for a bit longer, he pulled his fingers out. He had other plans, apparently, for my tight little hole. He wiped his fingers on my dripping cunt, capturing my juices. Then he swabbed my asshole with the drippings. He dipped his cock into my pussy, but they shortly pulled it out. He said he did not want to run the risk of leaving his dick in my cunt since I was not on birth control. “I’ll just give it a good coating of your slick cunt juices before I shove my dick inside your ass”.
I was cooing to myself, waiting for my anal penetration. I have had anal sex before, and it was OK, but I did not know how it would go since Brad’s dick was a bit oversized. But I was sure we could find some lube around the house if needed.
Brad asked me if I was ready for a good ass fucking. I just shook my butt at him and said, “Fuck me, Baby! Fuck that ass!”
He did. Brad placed the head of his prick against the opening to my ass. I felt him push, and the head of his dick slowly eased into my backside. He took his time, letting my rectal muscles get used to the large intrusion, and relax. Brad continually rubbed my back and hips as his cock slowly penetrated my butt. It was very erotic being on the receiving end of this. I wished I could watch. But at least I got to feel it. It felt incredible.
I felt Brad pause, waiting for me to tell him to continue, and I told him to keep going. It was an exquisite pain. It felt like he had more than just a dick in my ass. As he pulled out, it allowed my asshole to continue to relax and accommodate his prick.
Then I could feel his pubes tickling my ass. He had bottomed out inside me. It was gloriously nasty. He paused, then began to slowly travel in and out of me. I could feel every lovely inch of him as he glided back inside me. Brad soon picked up the pace and grabbed my hips for better control. He pulled nearly all the way out of me, then plunged back in, as far as his hard shaft could reach. And he repeated it over and over.
I reached between my legs and twiddled my clit. I felt so full, and so ravished. I had never had a long session of anal sex before and it felt incredible. I felt like such a dirty whore. I pushed two fingers in my vacant pussy and gathered up more juices. I smeared the natural lube around Brad’s shaft and then some on to my clit. I was so aroused that just moments later I had a crushing orgasm. I felt really decadent to have an orgasm while my brother’s dick was buried in my ass. What a slut I was!
Brad continued to pound me. He was verbally giving me a play by play of what he was doing to me and how much he loved fucking my asshole. He’d say how deep he was probing, and how tight I was, as he had his way with me. His voice began to get rough as seemed to lose the ability to speak coherently. I could tell he was about to cum.
I looked over my shoulder and barked instructions at Brad to feed me. “Give me your cum. Let me suck you dry. I want you in my mouth!” As he pulled out of me, I pivoted around and instantly sucked his butt juice covered prick into my slobbering mouth. I used my lips and tongue to caress his shaft and milk out the cum. Brad gasped and flooded my mouth with his teen age cum. It shocked me at how much spunk he could produce. His jizz kept pumping into my mouth, forcing me to gulp it down frantically. I licked and slurped his tool, cleaning off any scat and sperm that may have clung to the shaft. I collapsed back on the bed with a smile on my face. Then Brad joined me. We wrapped up in each other’s arms, to catch our breath.
We looked into each other’s face and grinned. Then we laughed. I guess the realization that we really were incestuous heathens was true. We were not any different than before I returned home, but we both felt different regarding our sexual attitudes, now. To me, having sex with my brother was the most intense sexual experience of my life. I could not imagine it being any better than this. I don’t know how long we will continue as sex partners, but I hope it goes on for a long time. And best of all, we only have to walk thru a shared bathroom to get lucky.