hought. My younger brother knelt beside me, lifted my head and gave me a soft passionate kiss. He whispered in my ear,

"Thanks most exciting experience of my life Sis," he whispered.

I lay there and couldn’t believe what I had heard. He knew who I was! He called me ‘Sis’!

"Well I guess you are now my older sister now, instead of my older brother; tomorrow you can you can show me what a blow jobs feels like, either that or I can just tell Mom and Dad about your secret. See ya’ later Sis," he laughed.

His lips brushed mine again and he shot up and sprinted after his friends laughing out loud.

As I lay there used and abused I wondered what my future held now that Tom knew my secret. I picked myself up and staggered home, limping to the bathroom to remove my female garb, my underwear tattered torn and come soaked. I ran a shower to remove my smeared makeup and the dirt and come from my body. I checked myself for bruising and cuts and found that I had not come out too worse for wear.

I grabbed my clothes and retired to my bedroom where I sorted through them, discarding the ripped and stained intimate items and locking away my skirt, top, and salvageable underwear to be washed later (when no one was home of course).

I lay on the bed smoking, reliving the events of the night. If hadn’t been for my Brother being there I wouldn’t really have minded what happened to me. In fact, as I thought about how I had been used by the gang, incredulously, I began to get an erection. It quickly deflated as I wondered what Tom was going to do with his new found knowledge.

Would he tell my parents, my friends, and our neighbours; or would he torture me with guilt? I drifted off thinking of scenarios where my Brother blackmailed and tortured me now that he knew I was a crossdresser.

The next day was Saturday and I stayed in bed late. My parents left early for a weekend away on holiday at the coast. I was dreading seeing Tom again after what had happened last night. I kept running scenarios through my mind, what would Tom do next? I did not have too wait long.

"Morning Sis," Tom said cheerfully as he barged into my room.

"Well! I knew you were a bit of poof but I never suspected you liked to dress up as a woman, and quite a sexy little tart you are, if I do say so," he laughed.

"Don’t please Tom," I begged.

"Please don’t tease me this way. You know about my secret life and that’s bad enough, but don’t treat me like shit; I am your elder brother after all," I implored.

"Oh no you are not! You are now my elder sister; that’s how we’re going to play it from now on! And you are going to be a very obedient older sister or your secret is out and you might as well move to the moon because no one will want to know you here," he said.

"Oh my God, no, please Tom, don’t do this," I begged.

But he was not listening. He began rummaging through my wardrobe.

"So where do you keep your girly gear then Sis?" he laughed pulling my clothes all over the place.

"If you mean the clothes that I wear when I am Michele, then they are in behind the back of the wardrobe, there’s a false back."

"You sneaky little trollop," he laughed again as he pulled the false back away from the wardrobe and examined my feminine clothes hung there in the small space I had built there. Three pair of high heels were arranged on the floor and a small chest of drawers held my lingerie, makeup, and jewellery. A blonde and brunette wig sat side by side on wig-stands, on top.

"Well get up Sis, Michele is it? Get up, get dressed, and cook my fucking breakfast then," ordered Tom.

I got out of bed and figured, ‘Here we go, I’m going to have to do whatever he wants while he holds my secret life as a blackmail tool.’ I reached for my jeans and a T-shirt that were thrown over the back of a chair.

"No, no, no Sis!" he bellowed.

"I want you dressed like you were last night, as a girl, you are going to be my slave sister all weekend, and then, if you treat me nice, maybe I’ll consider whether to tell Mom and Dad about your peccadillo for ladies clothing," he laughed.

"These should be nice," he said and threw a black miniskirt and white satin blouse at me from off a coat hanger. 




"And I like these too," he smiled as he tossed me a pair of white full brief nylon panties, garter belt, and matching bra that he had pulled from a drawer. He rummaged further.




"And you have to wear these," he smirked holding out a pair of sheer, fully-fashioned, taupe, nylon stockings.




"I just love girls in stockings," he smirked.




"That brown hair and those black shoes you had on last night should do the trick," he said.




"If you mean the brunette bob and the black high heel sandals, you are showing some taste for a blackmailing son of bitch!" I countered.




"Now, now Sis, lets not start the day on a bad note. Just get fucking showered, dressed and put on plenty of makeup so you can look pretty for your brother. And cut the shit, or I might get angry," Tom growled walking out the door.




"See you downstairs in the kitchen in about half an hour shall I? I’ll give you my breakfast order then!" was Tom’s parting shot as he went out of my bedroom.




What the fuck could I do? I decided to comply and see where things would go from here. I dragged myself off to the shower to prepare for my day’s torture at the hands of my younger brother…………..




Three quarters of an hour later I opened the kitchen door and sidled in. Tom was sitting at the kitchen table dressed in his boxers and a t-shirt.




"Fuck me Sis!" Tom exclaimed. "You are one fucking sexy bitch!"




I stood there in my black mini, the skirt finishing about eight inches above my knees, just covering the dark welt of stocking top on the sheer taupe stockings clinging to my legs. The black back-seams of my stockings led perfectly straight down the back of my legs to the darker, fully fashioned reinforced heel and toes displayed by my shiny, black, high heeled sandals. A thin plain gold ankle bracelet glittered at my right ankle.




The white satin blouse was buttoned up to my neck, adorned by a matching gold necklace to match the ankle bracelet, bangles at my wrists and plain gold earings dangling from my ears. The brunette bob framed my heavily made up face. What wasn’t visible were the silky nylon full brief panties and matching garter belt and bra underneath. I looked like the sort of girl you might see standing on a street corner of a red light district.




"So, Michele or is it Sis? Come over here Michele and lets get a good look at you," Tom said, his eyes roaming all over me.




I walked over to him, the high heels and tight mini forcing me to sashay provocatively. I halted just in front of my younger brother, my head bowed. He stood up, reached out and lifted my chin; he looked into my heavily mascaraed eyes,




"My God, Sis. I didn’t realise how sexy you looked last night. If I didn’t know it was my older brother under that makeup and in those clothes I’d swear you were just some foxy tart I met in a pub."




Bob reached out and pulled me to him, he kissed me roughly, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I tried to pull back but he held me tight. I felt his cock harden in his shorts as he pushed against me. I tried to move side-on so his penis was not in contact with mine through our clothes. He started rubbing his erection against my leg, dry humping me, his brother.




"Please Tom," I whimpered, "Don’t do this."




He released me and pushed me back holding me at arms reach.




"Oh no Sis, don’t come on all coy now deary, you weren’t coy last night when you were sucking and fucking my mates now, were you Michele?" he said sarcastically.




"Anyway Sis, you are probably right about one thing, I don’t want to get you diverted from cooking my breakfast do I?" he chuckled.




"Plenty of time for that sort of fun after I’m fed. Now get going Sis, two eggs over easy; just like you were last night if I remember," he chuckled at the joke made at my expense.




"Crisp bacon, toast and coffee please Sis. Chop chop, I’m hungry."




I felt so humiliated, but I was relieved to be out of his reach. At least while I was cooking it gave me time to think about some way of getting out of this dilemma. 




I put bacon in a pan on the stove and retrieved eggs, milk, margarine, and coffee from the fridge. Then I made what was to be disastrous error of judgement. Instead of kneeling down, ladylike, to get the coffeepot out of the bottom cupboard, I bent over at the waist and started muddling amongst the pots and pans in there searching for the coffeepot.




Tom was greeted with the view of my miniskirt stretched tight against my ass as I bent over. My skirt rode up to reveal the garters attached to the dark band at the top of my diaphanous stockings, the seams leading down to my high heels which were splayed slightly apart. A glimpse of sheer white nylon panty was just visible from under the hem of my skirt. Then I heard Tom groan and utter,




"Fuck breakfast! That view is just too much for me to take in and sit still!"




I heard his chair screech as he pushed it back and he made his way quickly over to me.




"Fuck Sis, I just have to have you," he groaned and I felt his full weight behind me.




He pushed my upper body down so I was bent over the counter top and I felt him fumbling behind me, breathing hard and grunting. I tried to push myself up off the counter and I felt a sharp jab in my side as he punched me.




"Don’t fuck around Sis," he snapped, "this can be easy or hard for you, but I’m taking what I want right now!"




I was winded and in pain and knew I was defeated. I stopped resisting and stood still, bent over the counter. My brother kicked my heels further apart and then I felt him move between my legs. He fumbled again, then in shock I felt his hard penis through my nylon panties pushing against my ass.




"Oh this is so good," he sighed as I felt his hand back there behind me trying to manoeuvre his erection into position.




His cock slid against my stocking thigh and he slowly rubbed it there as he pulled my panties over to one side of ass cheeks to expose my puckered ass bud. Tom reached out and I saw his hand dip into an open tub of margarine sitting on the counter next to my head. 




‘Christ,’ I thought, ‘I know what the bastard is about to do.’ Then I felt him rub the cold slippery margarine between my buttocks. Tom eased himself back and placed his hands on my hips, gripping onto my garter belt under my skirt. Then I felt his cock at the entrance to my ass. He just eased forward in one long slow thrust.




"OOOhhhh!" I groaned as I felt his long thick shaft slide slowly into my ass, filling it, the head of his penis pushing up against my prostate.




"OOOhhh!" my brother groaned as his greasy, slick, cock slid easily, deep into me and he felt my ass grip his penis like a velvet glove.




I felt my cock immediately stiffen inside my panties as he started to fuck me with long slow strokes. I couldn’t help but feel sexy all over as I accepted my brother’s invasion of my ass. The stimulation on all the sensitive nerves deep in there, the pressure on my prostate, and the magnificent feeling of being filled with cock, all combined to drive me into ecstasy. 




I pushed back to meet his slow easy thrusts and I felt him release one hand from my hip.




"Oh Sis," he moaned, "this is so good, I can’t hold it in much longer."




I knew what he meant, he was close to coming, and so was I. I pushed back harder as his long slow thrusts grew more intense, he was pushing his pelvis hard against my soft ass cheeks on the in stroke and pulling back so just the head of his cock was just inside my sphincter on the out stroke. I matched his rhythm and then I felt his free hand grip my hard cock through my panties. He didn’t wank it, he just squeezed my cock in time with his thrusts.




It was too much for me and I started to squirt hot semen, drenching my panties as he squeezed me harder. Tom grunted and pushed himself into me as far as he could, I was pushed hard against the kitchen counter as my brother’s throbbing cock exploded deep in my ass. I felt the head of his penis pulsate against my prostate as he shot stream after stream of hot semen deep inside me. I continued to eject jets of come as his hand squeezed my penis harder through my silky nylon panties.




I moaned and squirmed my ass back against him to drain the last droplets of come from him. He groaned and collapsed against me, sated.




"OOOOOhhhhhh Sis, that was just so fucking good," my brother whispered in my ear and kissed my earlobe.




To be continued

om. "Big test tomorrow," I said. The answer seemed to satisfy my folks and we finished our meal in virtual silence. That night, Daddy came to my room. I knew it was late because I was in a deep sleep. "I wanted to kiss you good night, honey," he said and reached down to kiss me on the forehead. "What happened is just between us. Don't worry," he said and I nodded and looked up at his face. The room was dark and he was a shadow. Then he sat on my bed and I could feel him moving under the covers, holding my sex which was all calm and cool and nice. His hand was hot and his fingers moving over my smooth skin. I parted my legs so he could feel me better and he did. Moving his fingers over my slit and soon I was wetting them and he slipped inside. It felt good and I lifted my knees for more. "I'll be home a little early tomorrow," he said and then he was gone. I played with myself and went to sleep, wondering about the new day.

Getting through that next day at school, waiting for it to end, was tough. My boyfriend Ferris wasn't in class and I didn't have to look him in the eyes, thank goodness! I mean, what could I say after we had gotten caught in the act. In the early afternoon I was already home. I took a shower and put on one of my party dresses. I wanted to look nice for Daddy, didn't I. It was a short dress that showed off my legs. Then I heard our front door open. "Daddy, I..." He put his hand against my mouth, saying, "Honey, I was wrong. I shouldn't have done that to you. You're my daughter and I love you." I was surprised by this, suspecting he was going to fuck me again. He walked out of the room and I was standing there, dumbstruck. I followed him to the garage. "Daddy," I said and he turned around, "I won't tell anyone. Besides, I liked it...really." I put my arms around him and rested my head on his shoulder. He was very quiet and let me hold him. "I want to do it again," I said, and reached down to his waist, unfastening his belt. The garage door was closed and we were alone. I reached inside his pants and felt his penis which quickly hardened. I held him in my hand and he was soon all over me, under my dress. He was stiff and hot, especially when he felt my body. I was naked beneath my dress and he squeezed my ass, pulling my cheeks apart and slipping in between.

He was unzipping me and we parted so he could whip off my dress. I had on a bra. Nothing else. "Let's go to your room," he whispered and we were soon on my bed, hot, wet, licking and kissing. "It was so good. You made me cry," I said. "You hurt my ear when you bit on it," he said. I smiled and bit on his ear again, not drawing blood this time. "You know you are a dirty girl," he said. "Please punish me," I said and he turned me on my stomach. I felt a hard smack on my ass. It scared me and I cried out, "Don't." Another whack, this time harder and then he pet my smooth young ass and whacked again. It sent thrills through me. His slapping hurt me and made me hot, all at once. Pleasure mixed with the pain and my cunt was aching for his penis, I reached back and grabbed for him but could catch hold. "SO!" was all he said. Then he turned me over. "I have to teach you another lesson, don't I," he said. I just looked up at him, his fingers all over my wet cunt. He lightly slapped my cunt, again and again and then he kissed me and I felt his stiff penis along my slit. I was sore there and he was soothing me with the tip of him. I opened my legs and was desperate for him to plunge into me. I waited, legs open, knees up and he took hold of me and spread me some more, all the time his penis playing with my opening, teasing and making me hungry. "Are you ready for another lesson, you little slut?" he said. I just looked at him, pleading for him to fuck me, afraid we might have taken too long and that Mom would be home soon and then what would I do to cool down.

"Please, Daddy," I said and he spread me some more. I reached for his penis and got it this time. I was taking control. "Fuck me Daddy," I said, pulling his penis into me, thinking he might quit. He held off, resisting my pulling of him, taking my hand away. I didn't know what to do I wanted it so bad. Then he lifted me and put the tip on my lips. We were suspended and then he entered me a little. It felt so good to have my cunt lips opened and to feel his cock begin to enter me. I sighed in relief. "I'm going to teach you your lesson you hot little slut," he said. Then he pushed deeper, withdrew and pushed into me again. This time he was thrusting and I felt his balls against my ass. This was the best part and he got violent with me, thrashing and pounding against my tender little wet cunt. He spread me and fucked me and I began to shudder as my whole body was on fire, again, just like yesterday and he was breathing in my ears and kissing my mouth and saying how good I felt. I flexed my cunt to hold him and he shot into me. We were both slippery with out come and out of breath. I was at that point again. Just then the front door opened and closed. Our eyes opened. Damn! We knew Mom was home. He didn't stop though. In our moment of fright and surprise he punished my cunt a few more strokes, I was on fire and couldn't stop either as I lifted and squeezed him and held my breath, bit my hand to keep from crying out. It was fireworks, again. Then he left the room and I lay there on the bed, a sheet pulled over me, wondering when we would get another chance. Hoping it would be soon.

r maybe even sucking it. Not tonight though. He took off his clothes and went and took a shower. Ken was hoping that his wife and daughter had a good afternoon shopping. They always came home in a good mood when they did. He’d just come back into his bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He heard a car door slam in the driveway and looked out the bedroom window as his wife and daughter carried several bags of shopping in from the SUV. He smiled to himself watching them laugh as they shared something funny in their conversation walking across the lawn. Ken was still sitting on the edge of the bed, the towel had fallen from around his waist, when his wife finally entered the bedroom. He stared at her, still captivated by her beauty and casual sexiness. He could feel his cock filling with blood as he thought about fucking her, and fucking his daughter, he could not get that image out of his mind now. Debra stopped as she closed the door and looked at him staring at her. She knew what she was doing to him, she could see it in his face. She long ago accepted the fact that her husband was pre-occupied with sex, and knew that today he was particularly sexed up with the prospect of taking his daughters virginity. She decided to turn him on some more and reached down and unsnapped her jeans and pushed them down her hips and kicked them off. She stood up, staring at him, and started to undo the buttons to her blouse as she walked towards him. When she stopped in front of him she shrugged the blouse off her shoulders exposing her lace encased breasts. She reached her arms up high above her head and stretched her whole body, standing on her tip-toes. Her breasts were thrust out hard straining against the bra. She fell forward as she lowered her arms and pushed his shoulders forcing him back on the bed. She could feel his hard cock against her thigh as she planted her lips hard against his and shoved her tongue half way down his throat. Ken was ready to fuck her before she even reached the bed. He was turned on before she entered the room and she was just fulfilling his need to have physical contact of a sexual nature. He jammed his cock between her legs, trying to find the wet warmth of her pussy. When he did he also found the thin cloth barrier of her thong blocking the way between the end of his manhood and the warm wetness it sought. Debra pressed her pussy against his cock loving the feeling of his hardness pressing against her clit. She wasn’t going to let him fuck her, and knew he would go along without getting a piece of ass right now. She broke the kiss and lifted her head smiling down at him. “That’s enough now lover boy, don’t you want to save that load for tonight?” “Mmmmm, maybe we should forget about the kids and just stay in here for the rest of the day.” He suggested this knowing it would never happen. Debra pushed herself up to get off him and smiled sweetly. “How did things go today with our daughter?” He asked as she stood up. “I think you will be pleased with what I started. I think she is primed, and won’t need a lot of coaxing to come around. What about Mike, how did things go with him?” “Well not exactly as I had planned, he may be a little more confused now then when I started, but I am sure he will by receptive to anything you suggest. Just take it slow, and if he acts somewhat confused at first, just take over and guide him, he will be okay. Any suggestions for me and Lisa?” “Nothing really. You might suggest she wear something she bought today, or maybe something of mine. I’ll leave my black mini-dress out for her to see. She loves it and is always asking me if she can wear it but I always say that it’s too adult for her.” Debra turned to finish undressing and take her shower before she took her son out to the ranch to teach him how to fuck. Meanwhile, son Mike had ended up grabbing another of his dad’s videos and taken it to his room to watch while he packed for spending the night at their country place. He was still feeling odd about jacking off with his dad while watching his own mother on the video. He had to admit it was a turn-on and in fact was not his first exposure to guys jacking off together. Although he had never participated, he had come across some of the school’s football players having a circle jerk in the locker room showers one night after practice. He had returned to grab a book he had left in his locker and heard some noises and peeked around the corner. He was pretty shocked at first, but not as surprised as some of the other players would have been. Mike didn’t play team sports at school, and didn’t go in much for the macho flavour it projected. When he shared the locker room with some of the team for phys-ed they always seemed a little too full of themselves. One of them, who was also in the shower jerking off, would walk around waving his dick in front of everyone, especially the kids that were not that big, saying that his cock was what made a difference between a man and a boy. He sure wished he had of had a camera that night. He didn’t turn and run though, and couldn’t help but stick around and see them start to come. He even felt a little in his groin but surely didn’t want to get caught with his pants down. He had slipped the video he had taken out of the drawer in his dad’s den and put it in the machine. There was no label just a date that was almost ten years old. The one he had watched with his dad was a lot newer than that, probably no more than two years old judging by the length and color of his mom’s hair. This one started with a shot of an empty living room. The scene started with a blond woman he did not recognize walking into the room with a beach shawl over her shoulders which covered the upper half of her body. She wore white, very spiked high-heels, white stockings, and you could see the top of her thighs above the stockings, with white garters holding them up. Mike had an immediate hard-on. Nothing turned him on more than sexy lingerie and this lady was a bombshell. Even with the wrap over her shoulders covering her to the waist, he could tell she had giant tits also. She turned towards the camera and said something to the operator, shrugged her shoulders, and let the wrap fall to the floor. Mike thought his cock would burst. She stood there in a white corset that lifted her breasts up and almost completely out of the bra part. She sat down on the couch and spread her knees apart exposing her uncovered pussy, no panties and no hair. She reached down and spread her pussy lips apart and looked into the camera, saying something again. Fuck, Mike wished he knew what she was saying, and then realized that maybe there was sound, and that his TV was just turned down. He walked over to the set and as he turned it up he looked out the window and saw his mom and sister walking up towards the house. Something seemed different about his sister Lisa. Maybe he was just fixated on breasts right now because of the video, but her tits certainly seemed to have a new bounce to them. He then gazed at his mother, remembering how she had appeared to him just a little while ago on his dad’s big screen TV. They went out of sight under the eave so he reached over and turned off the VCR and TV and hurriedly threw a few clothes in the bag for the over night trip him and his mom were going on. He didn’t know what to think of what his dad said, and decided to just go along with the flow. When he got downstairs his mom was in the kitchen putting some things away so he went looking for his sister to see what she was up to. He thought about telling her what happened with their dad but decided against it. Even though they shared a lot of things, probably more than most brothers and sisters, the whole thing about his mom and dad making porn like videos, and him and his dad jacking off together was too much right now, he wanted to think it through some more. He couldn’t find her downstairs so he went back up to her bedroom and knocked on the door. She had a funny habit of always asking who was at the door, and opening it just a crack to make sure, even though she always let him in without question. “Hi little brother, what’s up?” Lisa said merrily as she went back to her desk and closed whatever program she was running on her PC. Mike noticed this and assumed it was either an on-line chat with one of her friends, her diary (which she sometimes let him read selected passages from) of maybe she was surfing the net for porn. He doubted that, even though his sister was pretty open minded, she had never indicated an interest. “Nothing much, mom and I are going out to the country tonight, but I think we are coming back tomorrow. Where were you guys?” He asked. “We went out for lunch at the club, and before that we went shopping,” she replied smiling. Mike again noticed her breasts seemed more pronounced under her tee-shirt and could help but notice that his sister was turning him on. For her part, Lisa was making sure her brother noticed her tits, she liked the way the boys took notice of her, but her brother had always treated her with nothing but respect. That was okay, but she was still in a horny mood from this morning and lunch hour conversation with her mother. She wondered if her nipples were as noticeable through the bra and tee-shirt as they felt inside. “What did you get anyway; you and mom spend more time shopping that anyone else I know.” He said poking fun at her. All the bags from the lingerie shop were just lying on the bed and before his sister could answer Mike grabbed one of them and dumped the contents on the bed. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t know.” Mike was embarrassed because he thought his sister would be embarrassed. He couldn’t help but stare at the items that had fallen out of the bag. He was in stimulation overdrive as it was, and as much as he tried to resist, he could feel his cock getting hard again and pressing against the inside of his jeans. Lisa just smiled at him though, thinking about how sweet it was that he was getting embarrassed over some underwear. She did however notice his physical discomfort, and that definitely gave her a different feeling then thinking her brother was just a sweet innocent guy. She waited, watching him eyeball the lingerie, just waiting to see how long before he remembered that she was in the room with him. Finally she broke the silence, thinking to herself that if she didn’t say something they would be their all night. “See something interesting little brother?” They didn’t really know who was older, and throughout their childhood they always called each other little brother or sister, putting themselves in the older position. “Oh, sorry, it’s just that, well, it’s not like you and mom go shopping for stuff like this every day.” He waited a few seconds before continuing. “I really do find it all kind of interesting you know. It turns me on and I don’t know why, just a few bits of cloth after all.” “Yeah, it turns me on too, and I never expected mom to let me wear half of the stuff she bought me. She said it’s all part of growing up.” She got a little bit more excited knowing her brother was getting turned on, which made her get a bit hornier to. She grabbed the other bag and emptied it on the bed exposing it’s contents also. “Like she picked these out for me!” she exclaimed holding up a tiny pair of thong underwear. “And look at this, it makes my tits look even bigger than they really are!” She stood up straight, pushing her chest out, watching her brother’s eyes bulge out of his head. She reached down and quickly pulled her tee-shirt up and over her boobs, exposing the lace encased beauties for a few seconds before lowering it again, all the while laughing. Mike was floored, he had never seen his sister act this way and wondered if mom had given her some sort of sex drug. He remembered what his dad said about how their parents were planning on teaching them about sex in a closer, more personal way. He decided not to say anything to his sister though, thinking that maybe she would reject the whole thing and ruin the good time he was having right now. He wanted her to show him her tits again, maybe take the bra off. He picked up a package from the bed that contained a pink lace bra where the cup looked like it only covered the bottom half of her tits. “This one looks nice too,” he said trying to sound calm and mature while he prayed she would take it and decide to show him what it looked like. Lisa grabbed the box from him and looked at the picture of the model on the front and looked into her brother’s face. She knew immediately what he wanted and decided to tease him some more. “This is a nice one, would you like me to put it on?” Mike just sat there with an eager look on his face and nodded. “Okay, just give me a minute.” Lisa jumped up and went over to her walk in closet, entered it and closed the door almost all the way. She could see her brother staring at her through the crack, just as she knew he would. She could see he was disappointed because he was hoping for a change right in front of him but she was not ready to expose herself to him yet. She had never felt so horny before, even more than this morning when the sales clerk brushed the inside of her thigh when she was taking measurements for the lingerie. Lisa turned her back towards Mike and pulled her tee-shirt over her head. Mike could see her clearly and hoped she would turn around and give him a look face on. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at him while she reached behind her back to unclasp the bra she was wearing. As she did this she turned about halfway so her brother got a great look at her chest, thrust out as it was. When the clasp was free she almost let the bra fall off, just to tease mind you, but turned back before the cups actually uncovered her boobs. She put the demi-bra on and had to admit it made her feel sexy too, She looked in the mirror and could see the swell of her tit-flesh jiggling like a bowl of jello, the bra holding her tits like a shelf in front of her. She could see the upper half of her aureoles peeking out the top of the cups also. As she picked up the tee-shirt and pulled it down over her boobs, she grabbed her nipples and pinched them making them stand out even more than they already were. She turned and walked back over to the bed where her brother was waiting. Mike just couldn’t believe how much difference a bra could make. Both made her tits look great, but each in their own way. This one allowed her tits to bounce, and they were big enough that the front of the shirt clearly outlined the tops of her breasts. And her nipples were obviously rubbing tight against the inside of the bra, making clearly defined bumps that he would love to grab or wrap his lips around. “So what do you think?” Lisa said breaking Mike out of his trance. She already knew what he thought because of the giant bulge in the front of his jeans. She wanted to see that as much as he wanted to see her boobs. Maybe just a little more teasing first she thought. “So, do you think I might be able to get a date with these now?” she asked. “None of the older guys want to go out with a high school kid, and all the boys at school are just too stupid. Well almost all of them,” she said that at the end to let her brother know that she didn’t think he was stupid. “The only problem with this one is that it makes my tits feel like they are going to fall out!” she laughed as she said this and shook her boobs back and forth and up and down trying to make them pop out further. They didn’t but she noticed her brother seemed to be in his trance again. “I bet I can’t even bend over without having an accident.” With that she stood up perfectly straight, knees together, facing her brother and bent straight over at the hips until her breast were even with Mike’s face. She then pulled the collar of the tee-shirt down, away from her chest she they could clearly see down her top. She was also staring at the cock bulge in her brother’s jeans. “Oops, looks like they fell right out,” she said as both her and Mike could see her breasts hanging free out of the bra. She then pretended to lose her balance and fell forward into her brother making sure his face was planted right between her breasts. At the same time she put out her right arm to supposedly break her fall and accidentally leaned right onto his hard cock. Mike didn’t move of course, thinking that he had actually died and gone to heaven where his face would forever be buried between two luscious, soft, creamy tits. Lisa could not believe how big and hard his cock was in her grip. She just had to see it, and more importantly, feel it. She knew she had never been this horny and she planned to do something about it. She rolled off to the side, right beside her brother, but kept her hand on his manhood. He followed her movement with his head but didn’t push the moment by forcing himself back against her perfect body. “She looked him in the eye and decided to take the plunge. “Fuck Mike, I don’t think I can stand this any longer. I’m so horny my panties are soaked from my pussy juice. Feels like your pretty excited yourself,” she squeezed his cock as she said this. Well Mike thought to himself, a clearer invitation I could not ever hope for. He thought briefly about what his dad said, the movie showing him his mom’s hot body, and now his sister basically telling him he could have his way with her. God he wanted to take his cock out so much and just relieve the pressure. Just as he was about to answer they were both interrupted by their mother calling from down the hallway. “Come on Mike, we have to hit the road if we want to make it out of the city at a decent time. Grab your bag and I will meet you out front right away.” Both of the kids had forgotten about the plans for the weekend and looked at each other with disappointment, but in some ways relief also. Mike could feel the blood leaving his cock as the excitement of the moment subsided. Lisa just sat up looking dejected and smiled at her brother. “Later bro, I’ll see you when you get back,” she said as he walked to the door. “And don’t forget these either!” she lifted her top and fully exposed her scantily clad breast to him as he hurried out the door. This concludes Part Three. Part Four will follow the adventures of Ken and Lisa and their evening together. rabbits@ehmail.com .

unt of knickered pussy; white clean crisp panties. I couldnt help but look between her legs.

"Oh please Dad, if im a good girl can i have the coat"

"you'd need to be better than youve ever been to  get me to give you that coat" i said

"ill be very good for you" and to my sheer shock she let her legs drop open, i went harder than i had ever been and couldnt believe that i had gotten turned on by my own daughter.

"what do you think your doing " i said

"being good for you"

"i cant look at what your showing"

"but ive seen you looking at cassys legs and trying to peep up her skirt"

"No i dont and even if i did shes not my daughter, you are"

she looked at me and just said " i shaved last night"

"shaved ?" i replyed. With that she pulled her panties aside and revealed her parfectly bald pussy, i just stared in amazment.

" ill be in my bedroom if you want me" she said and walked up stairs.I tried to resist, i really did but in the end my cock got the better of me i i found myself going into her bedroom. She was laying on her bed with her pleated skirt up showing her white cotton knickers, she had her eyes closed pretending to be asleep. Without really knowing what i was doing i began to rub her though her panties and she opend her legs as wide as she could. A damp line appeared though her pantis and i just pulled them right off her revealing this perfectly bald pussy, i slid a finger in and she began to squirm then i thought go for it and went down on her she wriggled and moaned and then i took my cock out and put it in her hand. She began to wank me and then sucked me for a few minutes. "Fuck me Daddy, be the first to take me please" Just like a slave i got on top and entered her, she was very tight and it took a bit of doing. She winced and gave a slight squeel as i full went in then i fucked the hell out of her.Afet i cum in her i asked where all this had come from and she told me her friend, Cassy had been fucked ny her dad since she was eleven and she'd wanted to for the last two years. she amitted she had wanked a couple of boys and sucked one but never had sex with them. Tehn to my great shock she said she owned cassy and fingered her regular."if i can have the coat daddy not only can you have me but ill get cassy here and you can hve her"

"can i wantch you and her " i said. She smiled and said

"yeh, why not. A threesome would sound great"

She is 22yrs old now, married with a child and i go round regular to get in bed with her. Cassy moved on but every now and again we find a girl to have a threesome with.

ertainly wasn't going to have her over when the house was a mess.

 

Around 6:30 PM, she knocked on my door. I had decorated the house to where it was clean and smelled of cucumber melon. I opened the door to my one room flat, and saw her standing there in the doorway. She had done nothing to appease herself to me. She hadn't dolled up her face, redone her hair, painted her nails, or wore anything alluring. She stood there in a yellow, low-cut halter top, and a pair of light blue jeans. The simple fact that she was a light-skinned caramel color only made the brightness of her outfit exude a sensual lust in me. See, she could've worn anything to get me excited, so she chose to wear something that would draw me to her, but not take me over the edge.

I tried my hardest to keep it in my head that this was indeed my cousin. My own flesh and blood, and that lust could not be the right path for us. We had tried several times before, but were caught in the act. It's part of the reason why many of my family members don't trust me around any of the attractive females in my family. My grandmother refused to let any of my female cousins come into my room without the door open, even though I managed to shoot a load of cum down my 13-year-old cousins' throat once. So yeah, I could understand their restraint. But never had I had what I'd always imagined: the chance to finally have sex with my most attractive cousin.

We tried to pass the time by telling jokes, regaling of old times, watching tv, playing games and whatever else we could do to refuse to engage ourselves in our lustful desires. I don't know why I was fighting it so hard. Deep inside I knew it was wrong, and if I could resist it, I would...if I could. But then the turning point came when the clock struck 9. We're both big fans of professional wrestling, and when the show came on, we were glued to the tv. The first match was a crowd opener that was exciting and uplifting. Ardeena, and I were really into it. The match had a spectacular finish that brought both of us to our feet. "Man, that move was cool." Ardeena cheered about the finisher that finished the match.

"Yeah, I could show you how to do it." I interjected. I should've known this would lead to something more, yet I couldn't resist the temptation any longer. I lifted Ardeena onto my shoulders, with her head on my left shoulder, and with a lift, I shifted her body onto my entire left side. I put her down softly, but landed on top of her. I could've moved. I mean, it would've been easy, but I was too focused on her eyes. Her round, wide brown eyes had me transfixed, and before I could bring myself to move, my lips connected with hers. She didn't try to fight me off, instead she pulled me closer. Kissing me with lips and tongue like we did when we were younger.

With the slightest ease, I slipped my hand underneath her halter, and placed my hand over her right breast. I could picture the breast as I flet it. It didn't have a nipple tip, it would be a round circle at the center of her breasts. A nice darker toned nipple that I could suck on and leave my saliva across. We were still kissing, as I slipped my other hand under her shirt and fondled her left breast. I could feel her breathing increase sharply. Our lips parted for a second as I went to lift her halter top to reveal exactly what I had pictured: two caramel colored 32C size breasts with round flat nipples. I smiled brightly at the sight, and went to meet my new friends with my tongue until Ardeena pushed me away.

"What's the problem?" I asked curiously.

"I don't think we should be doing this. You're my cousin." she protested. Part of me didn't want to dignify her with a response. Part of me wanted to just keep going, and make sure she'd like it, and so...that was the part I went with. I focused my attention back to her breasts, and continued to drown them in my saliva. Her perky colored tits were a dream come true. How long I longed to shove my dick inside of her. Now I was finally going to get my chance. Ardeena slowly unbottuned her jeans, teasing me with her speed. I removed my shirt, and my black jean shorts to reveal a stiffened 9-inch cock. Ardeena's eyes bulged at my size obviously catching her off guard. Ardeena was no virgin, but her other suitors didn't have my length and width, so she was a little nervous to say the least. When her jeans reached the floor, I laid eyes on the prettiest pussy I'd ever seen. It was cleanly shaven with two soft, dripping wet, juicy lips anticipating the arrival of my dick. I didn't keep it waiting much longer.

"Do you want it?" I asked Ardeena, before we continued what was bound to be inevitable.

"Hell yes!" she answered me, and with that, I plunged my engorged dick into the soft wet hole of my cousin. I pumped my dick in and out of her fuck hole time and time again. With each stroke letting out an exasperated grunt. Ardeena buckled underneath me with her arms hooked under mine, and her legs clamped across my back. She bit my shoulder to tell me how much she loved my incestual dick pleasing her. I continued my lustful assault in her pussy as I stroked and grinded softly inside her, making each stroke count. "Ohmigawd, I didn't think your dick would be this good" she screamed.

I replied only with satisfied grunts, the more I penetrated her pussy, the better it felt. It was finally happening, I was fucking my cousin. Her soft wet pussy tightened in the middle of my stroke making some of my pumps harder, and harder, and harder. "Oh yes, fuck me! fuck me! I'm your little whore." Her dirty talk was turning me on even more. As my pace quickened inside her, we both traded back dirty words, "How's it feel to fuck me huh? Do you like fucking your cousin?" she taunted.

"Hell yeah, I gonna fuck the juice outta your pussy" I threatened. Ardeena removed her legs from my waist to put them over my shoulders. I grabbed hold of both her knees as I drove my dick in and out of her pussy with speed and force. I spread her legs wider, and move on top of her. I kissed her lips again, and started sucking on her tits. Watching those big caramel knockers bounce up and down while I fucked her tight wet pussy made me even more intense. "Oh shit, I'm gonna cum." I warned.

"No, no, don't cum inside me!" Ardeena argued, but I wasn't trying to listen. I offered a few more heavy pumps as I jerked my dick inside her pussy forcefully for the next few strokes until I couldn't hold out any longer.

"Ahh, I'm cumming." I screamed as I let a jet load of my semen fill my cousin's pussy, my back locked as I jerked out spasm after spasm of cum and deposited it inside my cousin's fuckhole. It wouldn't stop flowing until some of it started to trickle out the sides of her pussy lips, and even then, I continued to shoot more cum inside her while still fucking her. Her breath grew dry as I still unloaded every drop of long awaited cum inside her pussy until I was completely out. When I released my dick from her pussy, I fell to the side of her on the floor, and she went down to my dick to suck any remnants of her pussy juice off my semi-hard cock. "You're the best fuck i've ever had in my life." I cheered.

"Same here, but what if I get pregnant?" Ardeena asked when she removed her firm, smooth lips from my dick.

"Let's hope it's a girl." I replied.

"Why?"

"Cuz then I can fuck her too..."

be back in an hour or so. Alice expressed a wish not to go, so i said i would look after her at the house, whilst everyone else went walking. My grandparents agreed with that, complimenting me on my thoughtfulness for the wellbeing of my cousin. Haha, more like thoughtfulness for the pleasurement of my cousin! Anyway, everyone left, and it was just me and Alice sat in my bedroom.

There was one hell of an awkward silence right then, but i thought i'd break the ice, and planted my lips upon Alice's. Momentarily she seemed shocked by that, and withdrew a few millimetres. But right after that she returned the kiss, and it quickly turned into a snog. We embraced tightly, with our hands exploring each other's bodies. My right hand went straight to her bra clip, whilst my left hand made a bee-line for her skirt. Meanwhile, her hands unbuttoned and unzipped my trousers, then slipped them down my legs to my knees, and from there they fell to the floor. As my jeans made their journey south, i unclipped her bra and pulled her panties down to her knees, close to my tented boxers.

Alice unbuttoned my boxers and my erect, 7" cock sprang forth, swaying and twitching in anticipation. I had her panties to the floor now, and her skirt rolled up to her hips - my eyes engorged themselves on the wondrous sight before them; my 13 year old cousin's downy-haired pussy. It was pink and glistening from the cum leaking from within, as was the head of my dick. I laid my cousin out on my bed, and she spread her legs without my having to say so. I positioned myself between her legs, and rested the head of my dick against her opening. Slipping it in a little bit, i bent to her face and whispered "I love you, Alice"

I half-heard her identical reply, as the explosion of warmth eveloped me. I don't remembered much of what happened during the next 15 minutes, only suggestions of movement - the in-out movement one associates with sex, the exclamations of "yes" and "uh" that are so primal and yet so meaningful.

I awoke as if from a daze, midway through a loving, tender kiss with the cousin i had just had passionate sex with; our arms wrapped around each other as we lay side-by-side in my bed, my slowing softening dick retracting from her glistening, pink pussy.

"I love you, Alice. I want you to be with me always"

"I love you too, James. I want be with you, too"

"But, we cannot tell anyone about us"

"I know, but maybe one day we can"

THE END

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re right next to each other. So of course I heard all the moaning and screaming. It made me sick. He was getting laid on the regular.

Me on the other hand, I wasn't getting laid. Not that I didn't have my chances. I just knew how these guys were. Sleep with them and they tell the entire school. I didn't want anyone calling me a slut. I was already being called one since this bitch saw my birth control pills (mom put me on them so I didn't make her mistakes). But the thing is, I was always so fucking horny. I masturbated constantly, with anything I could find. I loved it, I loved ramming something long and hard into my wet pussy and teasing my own clit. And damn I loved to taste myself afterwards.

When I was 18, and a senior in high school, I would see my mom probably once a week. She was pretty much at her "friend's house" 24/7. So I was kind of living by myself. Which was pretty nice since I could masturbate anytime and anywhere. But then my brother and his girlfriend got evicted and had nowhere else to go so my mom let them move in here. He was about 20 at that time, the mother of his child was 23, her daughter (by her step brother) was 4, and my niece was 8 months old. Although I hated my brother and didn't want him anywhere near me, I loved my niece so I had to be okay with him living here.

There was a fight every day. Either between my brother and myself, or he and April. She took it all, like he was a God or something. And I hated to see them kiss, the thought of kissing his lips made me want to barf.

Things sort of changed after a few months. They had been living with me for about 2 months. Summer was coming soon, and you know California is hot. We all went swimming all the time. My brother didn't have any swimming trunks so he swam in his boxers. One day we all got out of the pool and I went into my mother's room looking for a towel. My brother and April were right behind me. I got the towels and then I turned around, and I saw my brother's cock sticking out of his boxers. He didn't even realize it until I said "oh my god". He then tried to tuck it back into his boxers and ran out.

I couldn't believe how long and thick it was. No wonder these stupid women kept coming back. Who wouldn't love a big cock like that.

For the next few days I tried to block the image out. Then one day we were all in the living room watching television while the kids were with their uncle. My brother and April were laying on the floor under their cover. They started wrestling and being goofy, and he tried to pull her shirt off in front of me and embarrass her. But instead she pulled his pants down and out popped that big cock of his. I just stared at it and my jaw dropped a little as I saw his cock rise to a full hard on. He ran into the bathroom as me and April laughed.

After that I couldn't stop thinking about his cock. I hated him but I so adored the sight of his cock. I knew it was wrong, but I didn't care, they were just thoughts. At least I thought they were.

One morning while April and the kids were at church and my brother was at a friends house, I came on line and decided I would download some porn and read a little erotica. I downloaded all types of videos. I just wanted to spend the morning cumming since I haven't since they've been here. I got a cucumber and clicked "play all" for the videos I had just downloaded. I took off all my clothes and I pushed the cucumber in and out of me, hard. I love it rough. I turned the volume up, to make it feel more real, as if I was the one being fucked. During each video, with each thrust on the man's cock I matched it with the cucumber. I wanted an actual cock so bad, and I decided then and there that I was gonna get one soon.

Then I heard a deep voice say "damn." I opened my eyes and my brother was standing over me. I guess I didn't hear him come in over the volume of my videos. I was in total shock. I pulled the cucumber out and told him to get the hell out. Then I saw the huge tent in his pants. My pussy twitched. But this was my brother. I stood up and was going to put something on when he walked over to me and rubbed his cock against my wet pussy through his basketball shorts. I pushed him away and said "fuck off." He just laughed at me and went back downstairs. I licked my cunt juices off of the cucumber, put on a robe, and went back downstairs, hoping he wouldn't say shit about it. I was wrong.

As soon as I got downstairs he said, "I don't know about you but I want salad for dinner...with extra cucumbers."

I said, "shut the fuck up, like you've never played with yourself before." He just kept smiling at me.

He was still rock hard, which made my pussy twitch again. He kept asking me questions, like how many times a day I fuck myself, have I ever fucked a guy, what else I used to masturbate. Shit like that. We argued over it not being any of his business. I ended up slapping him. He grabbed me by my arm and pushed me up against the wall. I kicked him in his rock hard cock and he whimpered like a little bitch. I just laughed at him. I told him, "I guess you're going to have to go jack off because April isn't here to relieve you."

Then he smirked at me. First, he pulled his t shirt off, then the wife beater. Damn he was toned. Then he pulled his shorts off. He was standing in front of me completely naked. With that beautiful cock staring right at me. Then, he did the last thing I expected, he walked over to me, and tried to kiss me. Of course, I slapped him. I wanted his cock, but wouldn't kiss him for the world.

He stepped back and started to slowly stroke his dick. It looked so good. I was so irritated by the fact that I wanted my brothers cock. I went over to him and just started slapping him all over his face, and he started stroking harder like thats what he wanted. I reached down and started to stroke it hard. I squeezed it, making sure he felt some pain.

At that point he pushed me into the wall. Then, he pulled my robe off. He lifted me up and his cock head was rubbing against my pussy lips. He Said, "I'm going to show you how much I hate you bitch." And with that he slammed his massive cock into me. I took it all in. It hurt so bad and thats what made it feel so good. He rammed that fat cock deep inside me as I was being slammed against the wall. The pain that my back was feeling being slammed up against the wall was so erotic for me. After I came I made him put me down.

I told him to lay his stupid ass on the floor. I slapped him again and told him that I hated his fucking guts and I wish that I didn't have him as a brother. With that I aimed his big cock at my pussy and eased down on it. Then I was riding his cock. I flopped up and down on it. I was grinding it. I made sure we both felt pleasure and pain. I was on the verge of having another orgasm when I told him to "fucking play with my clit you bastard." He did. He tugged it, rubbed it, till I had the best orgasm I had ever had.

After I had my second orgasm, I got off of his dick which was now covered in my pussy juices. It looked so tasty So I bent back down and sucked all my juices off of his cock and balls. Then he got up, and pulled me up by my hair.

He threw me on the couch. And Said, " get on your knees bitch." I did so. Next thing I knew he was trying to fit that big cock of his into my virgin ass hole. He realized it wasn't going to fit quite yet. So he started to lick my ass hole. He worked his finger in and made sure it was nice and wet. Then he slowly worked his dick head in. He started to thrust in and out slowly, with a little more of his cock in the each thrust until finally it was in as far as it could go. I couldn't believe how bad it hurt. My ass was so sore. But I loved it. It Just turned me on even more.

He started to pump in and out slowly. After a bit I was stretched out enough for him to easily slide in and out of my ass, and at that point it started to feel good. But this was my brother we're talking about. He heard my moans of pleasure and started to ram my ass. That thick cock of his pounded in and out of my ass. He was fucking me so hard. I screamed and moaned and came all at once it seemed. After a while I could feel his cock swell and I told him that he better not cum inside my ass. With that he pulled out of my ass hole. I watched as he jacked himself off. His hand was moving so fast. My pussy was twitching again. I watched as he came. Squirt after squirt landed on his chest. There was so much cum, I was amazed.

We both laid on the floor and caught our breathes. He went into the bathroom and cleaned himself up then left to his friend's house again. I went and got in the shower and thought about what had just happened. As I played with my nipples I thought to myself, "Damn I hate him. Even more now that I love his cock so much."

ed day where I just followed orders, I needed Montana. But she was the hardest part. Explaining to her why I was out of classes for three days, why my mom would only tell her that I was just sick over the phone. Having to see her face and relive a whole new wave of pity and sorrow from another fresh person.

It took the two remaining school days of that week and countless hours over the phone before Montana finally came to understand that what I needed most from her was to act as if nothing ever happened; act as if a baby never even existed inside of me. By Monday in the classroom setting, talking with her took my mind completely away from my depression. To be fair, my home-life had improved a lot, but just being there always held that small hint. I intended to wipe that away soon enough though.

That Friday held our first big math test and my mom was going to be at work almost all day on Wednesday. So naturally, I told Montana to find a way to get permission to come over Wednesday after school by using studying as an argument. I had been sick three days the last week and she just naturally struggled so I thought it would hold pretty well if she could figure a work around for her little sister not being alone after her school.

At home I made an extra point to myself to not let my mom know anything about the possibility of Montana visiting while she was away. I knew she would either say no to it or find a way to stay home that day or come back early. And more than anything, I was just flat out ready for some alone time with the man of my dreams and my absolute best friend.

I fell asleep with Ean that night as mom had given me permanent permission to be his bedmate as long as there were no guests. We had to wear attire though. She had also been quick, after one laundry day, to tell me off on that if I was old enough to stain the inside of my underwear every night with sperm, then I was old enough to wash my own clothes. Though a blow for me, it didn’t stop me from falling asleep on Ean’s chest that night with his cum drawing a line in the pair of panties I just pulled back on.

Tuesday brought on a lot of anticipation when Montana told me in math class that she was allowed to come over after school the next day. I couldn’t wait. We both knew we weren’t going to do any studying whatsoever. My mind was preoccupied solely with the possibilities of the next day all the way to lunch where I sat down with my tray in front of Montana.

“So what are we going to do with Ean?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” she answered uncomfortably. Ean and her relationship was weird to say it modestly. The farthest she had gotten with him was a make out session while I was on top of him riding his reproductive organ to release, and that being the second day after she had first seen him in person. So they didn’t really have a formal boy-girl association, me being a major reason why, but I don’t think any of us were very formal to begin with.

“I want ,” she started up again, “what you have with him really bad but I want it to be slow and romantic too. I mean you have that too but you already had all the buildup. I haven’t but I don’t think I can.”

“Why not?”

“Because of you, my sister, and my parents. He’s nineteen and I’m fifteen so my parents aren’t going to let me just spend time with him to slowly fall in love and also, that’s what Crystal did to him. I can’t really expect him to shower me in innocent high school crush love after what my older sister put him through.”

“You don’t have to make up for her,” I pounced with my words. “Ean knows that. He knows more than anybody that you’re two different people. He remembers all those conversations you two had on the phone. You built up a lot of innocent play there.”

That whole thing just sort of popped from me right there as she was talking. Hearing her fears about Crystal all too genuinely brought back the memory of Ean going off on me so emotionally when I said he wanted to use Montana because of Crystal. I think the sudden burst of emotion in what I said took Montana off guard a bit as she looked a little shocked.

Taking in what I said to be truth, Montana smiled, then frowned again before she continued to what I feared to hear her say.

“And then there’s you. I can’t just stand by in innocence with a guy that’s having sex every night with another girl.” I didn’t know what to feel to that. Shame, guilt, or pure terror that she was about to challenge me and demand sole possession of Ean’s affection. She had to have seen the mix of emotions wash over me.

“I don’t mean anything against you and I owe anything I get with him to you.”

She was stumbling over her words when suddenly, the most amazing idea came over me. She wanted sex with him so the way I saw it was to just go at it like pulling out a tooth, the quicker, the more painless. I would just lead her into a seductive situation between them and tell them to have sex right then. It would be incredibly scary for her, but all the more erotic. And anything bad would fall on me. But after she’s had Ean’s penis inside her, there’s no chance of regret, only amazing and literally, mind blowing orgasms.

“I understand,” I butted into her broken speech. She looked at me. “Let me handle it. Just trust me and do everything I say. Okay?” Her eyes scanned my face once over. “I’m his sister, a fun toy that he plays with; you’re going to be his girlfriend, a serious commitment and asset to his life. You don’t want to be a slut, but you want up to my level, not too fast, and not too slow. Am I about right?”

“Y-yeah,” she stuttered.

“Then will you trust me on the rest without question?” A smile slowly crossed her face.

“Yeah.”

“Oh, and that’s a huge thing about Ean too, if he asks you to trust him, do it; it’s kind of a family thing.”

“I see.”

I blushed at that; then looking at the clock, I realized just how little I had eaten in almost the entire time I had designated to eat everything.

Lunch ended on a high note for me. School let out and I found mom waiting for me. On the ride home, she informed me that Ean was in bed sick. That shot down almost all my hope. Though she said it came onto him very suddenly with harsh consequences so it was likely to not last long. She doubted it to be anything serious.

At home, I crawled around on top of Ean for maybe half an hour before it finally broke through to me just how much Ean doesn’t like company when he’s not feeling well. When that reached me, I retreated to my own bedroom to call and talk with Montana. As we spoke, I kept feeling out of place in my room. I felt as if I was in my room from when I was maybe just twelve, possibly younger. We just didn’t match each other anymore. I liked Ean’s bedroom better.

After the phone conversation, dinner was about ready. Ean grumpily made a point at not wanting to eat. So mom and I ate together, cleaned up, and wrapped up a plate of leftovers for him. Then we watched TV and talked. Specifically, not about my plans for the next day; but I did inquire on hers. At eleven, we parted our ways, she into her room, and me in to Ean’s.

And as I closed his door to a crack, that fourteen year old girl who laughed and talked with her mother moments earlier, that only daughter, closed herself into a dark room and climbed into bed with her half brother. Under the covers with my little fingers roaming over his chest, I kicked myself out of my thinnest of underwear. Mommy’s teenage daughter was beyond horny for the body of mommy’s collegic son.

I pulled the sheet from Ean’s groaning body and slid down his boxers.

“I’m just going to give a boost to your immune system,” I said cockily in defense to his weak griping.

I pulled my nightgown from my own body and sat on his hips looking to his feet. Slowly, I felt around his testicles and limp penis until I decided to gently grip onto the soft shaft and pull its tip to my warm slit. I rubbed the head up and down the crack, every now and again poking it in. Slowly but surely, my fingers lost the ability to bend the organ in every direction.

As it became firmer, I pushed the head into the entrance of my tunnel and repositioned my fingers to his thin, wrinkly scrotum. With that, I felt the rest of his length grow deeper into my pelvis. Closing my eyes, my body naturally began rocking back and forth. Only half of his organ was in me but it still felt amazing. Just a teasing bobbing with my eyes closed. My mouth subconsciously opened as my breathing shifted into the larger airway.

My mind was blank in the feeling of the thick few inches poking through my lips. I only lasted maybe seven minutes before I couldn’t stand not having more when I so clearly could at any moment I chose. With a strong thrust forward, my facial muscles all expanded outwards in feeling a whole new depth break open inside me. Clearly I did something or his penis just pushed open a pocket of gathering juices, because the fingers massaging my lips down there suddenly met with a lot of leaking liquid.

And strangely, feeling my own juices like that running over Ean’s testicles and my soft bulge made me so much more tingly down there. Everything about it, physically and psychologically, was soo incredibly warm.

I could only rock a few times in that position before my hands were gripping his legs and I was bouncing. It was an entirely new position for me and what a position it was. The angle his organ fought to maintain pressed into my insides in a way I had never felt before.

My slow bounces picked up speed in the growing minutes I pressed on. The moans I held back into silence only magnified what I wanted to release from my vocal tract. All that came out though was insanely heavy breathing.

Over and over, I repeated the same motion of dropping down and pushing back up. I did it faster and faster. My grabbing hands on the tops of his legs moved to the sides so not only could I push up, but pull my body down with more speed as well. The faster I got, the more I couldn’t let myself slow down.

It was building up so good but my body was wearing down. I squeezed my eyes shut and focused all my attention on having the impending orgasm as soon as possible. If I wore out before I could go off, I would lose it all.

That weird sensation started rising; almost a stinging feeling but it didn’t sting at all. It was the spike in sensitivity just before complete washout. My muscles were on the verge of dying but I would definitely not stop for anything at that point. I was three seconds away from overload.

One.

Two.

Three.

Each second brought a new powerful slam into the base of his penetrating brother sex organ. And then my barely pubic netherlands released its magma.

Liquid squeezed in no moderation from the overstretch girl hole between my legs. The almost milky feeling substance coated the nineteen year old penis inside my fourteen year old vagina. Beyond those technical’s, the sensations inside my body pulsed through me in such a way that no words could ever really do justice to. It was just purely and most simply, straight out ecstasy; a never ending bliss that ended way too soon as I felt my back thudding to a halt on Ean’s chest.

My vision coming back to me in the dark room, I felt Ean’s arm reach over me and between my legs. He didn’t touch me though. I couldn’t feel him inside me anymore, he must have slipped out. And seconds later, my chest, then stomach felt warm splashes of liquid. I smiled happily. Ean was cumming on me.

My mind waded through small tremors for seconds on end as more of my brother’s semen spotted my belly and almost absent breasts. Each hot splatter of cream was like an aftershock to the still furry feeling lingering inside me. Too soon, the rain stopped and his hose fell to my scattered lawn of a year old pubic hair. The ooze spilling out was streamed down the rift between my engorged lips. His arm retreated back to his side and we laid in silence for some time.

“Are you feeling better?” I asked.

“A little; a lot a few minutes ago, but it’s coming back. Still not as bad as before though.”

“Well, if you’re not well tomorrow, I’ll administer a few more treatments. And I’m bringing Montana home too so she can help.”

“Montana!?”

“Don’t tell mom please. She’ll find some way to destroy any fun of it.”

“I’ll just pretend I never heard that then.”

“Good.”

“Now I’m hungry.”

“We left you a plate in the fridge. Want me to keep you company?”

“No. I don’t want to feel obligated to keep you company. Besides, you’ve got to wake up in seven hours and it sounds like you have a long day planned ahead.”

I smiled and moments later, he shifted me off of him. He slowly and awkwardly sat up pulling his boxers back on.

“Do you need a tissue?” he asked.

“No, I’m having my own midnight snack before bed,” I responded wiping my finger over a puddle of his millions upon millions of living sperms and licked the scoop into my mouth.

“That should give you your own boost to your immune system.”

“And metabolism, and fight cancer, and give me plenty of minerals.”

“Really!? Where’d you hear that?”

“From a friend who heard it from an older sister who was told it from an amazingly smart and attractive boyfriend.”

Ean stood up.

“Well, that boyfriend does sound pretty knowledgeable. I’d like to meet him; maybe he could side along train me on how to tame this sex craved girl I know.”

“Oh, I wish.” I murmured to myself as Ean walked toward the door to leave. As he exited, a scene of two of him together double teaming me washed through my mind. My entire body shivered in fantasy. Oh the methods two of him could come up with to tame me.

-

Wednesday morning broke into my eyes with a particularly glary sun and noisy alarm. Ean mumbled a bit and seemed to fall back asleep. He didn’t look to be much healthier, although, he never really looked incredibly healthy in the mornings.

Mom took me to school. She said she would go back home for a few hours before heading to work to spend the rest of the sunlit day in catching up with stuff she couldn’t do from home. I made sure to know a rough time of when she would be back. I was also hoping that Ean wouldn’t be too sick to bring Montana to her house before mom got back either.

I broke the news to her in math class that he was sick and she seemed to lose all her aspirations. She went from really excited to almost uncomfortable.

“I’m sure we can still play doctor,” I said wanting to give her a little hope. She gave an unsure smile half looking at me.

During lunch, we got to talk more seriously with more privacy.

“If he’s hopefully only as sick as last night, then some physical play should liven him up.”

“How do you know?” Montana asked coyly.

“Because I rode him last night backwards.”

“What?” True confusion was labeled on her face.

“Like the night when you were first there and I was on top of him, I was riding him than; like a horse.”

“I know that.”

“Well, last night, I was facing his feet instead and the way his penis always wants to fall up toward the front still wanted to do that, so it was pressing in toward my butt. It was weird but still really good. Bouncing up and down on that thing from any angle is amazing.”

Montana was beaming at my story, although she seemed to be more lost in her own thoughts.

“And then a polar bear came into the room…”

Her eyes quickly squinted as I’m sure while fantasizing about riding my brother backwards, a polar bear walked in.

“What?”

“Just making sure you were still listening to me.”

She just eyed me weirdly, but playfully.

“So, do you think we should show my brother just how close of friends we really are?”

Montana’s face turned deep red.

Lunch ended with the two of us feeling a little more confident in being able to keep Ean’s interest. I felt bad for Montana though because one of the fewest times that she got to see the guy she wanted so bad was one where he was in his most irritable mood. Even when he was perfectly healthy and appreciated something, it never really looked like he did. She would be walking into a valley of self-criticism.

We met up after school and started our walk to my house. Most of the journey was pretty silent. A few uncomfortable jokes broke from one of us every now and again. But we were walking into a completely new experience. Two young high school girls about to make an unsupervised, hopefully sexual in some way, visit with a college guy. If I was nervous, which I kind of was, but mostly because Ean was sick, than Montana had to be trembling inside. Visibly, she looked to be almost trembling on the outside.

The two of us walked into my house and headed to the back, past the kitchen, between the dining room and living room, into the hallway, to a few feet before the ninety degree angle left where my bedroom door faced, we stopped and turned into Ean’s room.

I stared stunned at Ean who looked up from the magazine in his hand with headphones on his head. He looked as healthy as any other day. He quickly glanced to his clock and then back at me with a guilty expression. I didn’t care that he didn’t pick us up; I was just so happy that he was better.

Looking to Montana, I pulled off my book bag. She followed suit. We would have hours and hours together and all I ever thought about was the hazy topic of sexual stuff or something to get Ean and Montana closer, but I never thought of how to start it all.

Ean pulled off his headphones and set them on the nightstand beside him.

“Montana?” he broke the silence with.

“Yeah?” She stood in complete attention. It was as if her heart doubled in beats per a minute singly because of that one word, her name. Ean dropped the magazine gently to his lap not braking gaze at her.

“Will you be my girlfriend? Just as a formality because I can’t stand knowing that you look like that every day and are surrounding by so many other guys. Just so we’re committed to each other, but it’s probably best not many people know like your parents and stuff. I really really don’t want to lose you.”

I think Montana’s heart stopped at girlfriend. I looked to her and she was frozen to a state more than solid if it was possible. I gave her a light punch to the arm. Instantly, one word popped in with amazing suppressive force from her mouth.

“Yes,” she said at the brink of screaming. But she stood still longer. She didn’t know what to do next. I didn’t know what to do. I looked to Ean just as he spoke again.

“Do you want to hold hands?”

I barely got any pressure in my next punch to her before she was moved forward and climbing onto the bed. Ean held out his hand where Montana instantaneously took a hold of it. I couldn’t tell who guided it or if they both did, but instead of just holding hands, Montana fell gracefully into his chest where they squeezed each other into a hug.

“Thank you,” Ean said.

They half layed in embrace for a minute before I walked to and climbed on the bed. As I got situated, Montana pulled off and sat between us still holding with her life onto my brother’s hand. She sniffed a large puff of air into her nose as two or three tears escaped her eyes.

We sat in silence for a very long time. All I could do was think. I came to realize pretty quickly that it was most likely going to be a very sexless day. And with that, my plan had failed miserably and I realized that I just wasn’t a planner.

“You don’t mind sharing the spotlight with another beyond amazing girl I know, do you?” Ean asked Montana.

“J-just as long as it stays only that one other girl,” her voice shook in over-ecstatic reply. An emphasis was paid special attention to when she said ‘one’ as well. I agreed with that too; we couldn’t just keep inviting girls in, no matter how unfair it was that God only made one Ean.

“It was that one and only that forced me to open up to you. I don’t let my loyalties pass very easily.” He moved his mouth to Montana’s hair and inhaled. “And I certainly don’t pick up new ones haphazardly.”

Montana’s shoulders raised and quivered. Once you’re in with Ean, it takes hell to get out; and she was in.

“Don’t get too full of yourself Ean,” I said cockily, “just because you have a penis doesn’t make you the pivot point.” Smoothly, I pressed my open hand to my friend’s side and slid it down over her stomach. With great delicacy, I poked my fingertips under the hem of her pants and ran my palm below her underwear.

I myself quivered at the amazing provocative sensations rolling through my body as I felt my fingers squeeze between two naked legs and curl over a soft, furry vaginal mound.

Ean inhaled with a slight squeak in his disbelieving vocal tract. Us girls both coyly let a few giggles to his reaction. Seeing movement in my periphery, I looked over to her waving her hand into my attention. My brother was squeezing it red. Catching her facial expression to the act, Montana was beaming in the attention Ean gave her.

I smiled wide back. I was finally where I wanted to be. No more hurting my big brother by drawing him into an unattainable relationship with me, but still all the near supernatural experiences my being could possibly handle. Ean had proved time and again that he would love me no matter the situation and would never pass up a chance to poke his appendages into my various bodily openings.

And Montana. What we had was only the very beginning of what would surely become a most intimate and unbreakable friendship. But ahead of it all was the fact that we were a triangle.

For the grace of the universe, I wasn’t the center of a three point line. I wasn’t the main character anymore. I wasn’t alone.

To be the protagonist of a story; why? Why would anybody want that? That power, that sympathy, that single solitary role. To rely on someone else for support. To capture the tears of the audience. To know that with your title, all responsibility good and bad, the worst of bad, it all falls onto your shoulders, your heart, and drives steel screws into your memory.

I would never want that in a hundred-thousand lives.

Montana moaned air into Ean’s cheek as I bent my middle finger into her slit. Ean was still smelling her hair, but she had twisted her head to press more of her face into the side of his.

“What was that?” he asked softly.

“Your sister went inside me.”

Another audible groan peeked out from his throat. I couldn’t help but smile. Montana let out a few girly laughs.

Pushing a bit further in, I smiled bigger and suppressed those poking steel memories a little harder. Maybe in time, they would just disappear. Hopefully.

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The End

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