This is pure 100% fantasy. I don’t have a brother in real life, only in my imagination. Yet fantasising that I have one, and imagining going through puberty and adolescence with one is intensly erotic for me.
Fucker! Will he ever fucking learn to knock?
Once again, he’d just burst into my bedroom, once again catching me in just my panties. Once again, I’d grabbed the duvet and hauled it up to cover my boobs, but, once again, he’d seen them, albeit briefly.
At least this time he did look genuinely embarrassed. He coloured up, and had the decency to sound genuinely remorseful. Me? I was still fucking angry. As I stomped around my room, I did recall that we always used to just run into one another’s room anytime we liked, but that was before. Before I started to develop. Him too. I remembered seeing his dark pubic hair and well, I don’t remember his cock being that big when he was 7. Now, it hung down and looked huge to me, even though he wasn’t even hard.
Mind you, I’d changed too. Boobs for a start. And now I too had a patch of pubic hair. I’d been so excited when it came in, and yet so disgusted at the way my vaginal secretions made them claggy and sticky…and smelly. And don’t even get me started on what periods did to them. So out came the razor, and although I kept my pubes on my mound, I made damn sure there was nothing between my legs…
…which of course, led to me touching myself. At first, accidentally, but then more in an exploratory kind of way until I found that delightful little button up there. And my hole. A hole that would one day have a cock in it.
I was still angry when I realised that, hey, actually him bursting in and seeing my boobs had made me quite wet. Now, why would that be? Not only that, but I wonder if it made him….you know….hard.
Fast forward to later that afternoon. The old pool complex beyond the orchard. Just me and him. Time to test the theory. I didn’t say anything. I just unclipped my bikini top and cast it aside. Oh, but I could scarcely breathe for the excitement of exposing my boobs like this. He looked. Of course he looked. And the change in his swimming shorts became obvious. Fuck me, but that thing looks immense!
One of us had to break the silence I suppose. “Anna….they look….fucking gorgeous.” ‘Fucking’! He said a dirty word! I sat up. “Yeah…they do.” A silence while, unblinking, he just stared at my tits. “Can I…..touch…them?” I leaned towards him and he stretched out his right hand. For the first time, someone was touching my tits! And who knew it would make my clit tingle like this….and make me wet?
I glanced down at his hard-on. Nope….I wasn’t brave enough to ask. “Can I see you…” he glances downwards “…down there?” I pull my bikini bottoms down over my pert, tight bum, noting briefly just how ruined the crotch of them was. “Can I…touch it.?”
“Only if I can touch yours.” Whose voice was that? Wait. What? Mine?
And then we were naked. Me holding his cock, him slipping and sliding around my wetness.
How did we end up on his lounger? How did he end up on top of me, and how, how…did he end up inside me? We were doing it! Me! And my brother! Not only was I having sex for the first time, I was doing it outside of marriage. (Hail Mary…full of Grace…blessed….) and with my brother. Incest!
And yet….oh, and yet….I felt totally filled, and wanton. As I spread my legs even wider for him, I felt like a whore…no, wait, I wanted to feel like a whore, a slut.
“Fuck me. Fuck me harder.” That voice again. My voice, yet not by my command. I was running on autopilot.
“Oh sis…..fuck you’re so tight.” I feel him stretching me wide, filling me. I feel trembling deep in my tummy. Is he actually touching my cervix?
“Screw me…..cum inside me.”
“Oh sis…..oh Anna….I’m gonna…….” I feel him slam into me and remain utterly motionless, and then I feel the spasms as he empties himself into me. Semen, sperm, cum, jism, spunk….real, live spunk inside me.
The orgasm tears my world open. I seem to see myself from about, legs crossed over my brother’s back, his cock stretching my labia so wide they turn almost white, and his angry cock pulsating inside me. I can almost feel my cervix dipping down into the pool of semen he had deposited in me.
In a flash, our relationship changes. Now we are lovers. Secret, forbidden lovers, and we fuck every chance we get. He takes my panties to bed with him and returns them, wet and sticky the following day. We touch, fuck, and suck in stolen moments everywhere. The risk of being caught is astronomically high, which only adds to the thrill.
And now, I need to relive this…
….with my hand in my panties.
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