Wild Sex Tales(Erotica)

I don’t count off my orgasms here because they were all encompassing. I went off in one great storm from start to finish. Maybe it was a bunch of cums all rat-tat-tatting off like a machine gun. Maybe it was one massive cum that grabbed hold mercilessly and didn’t let me go.

I don’t know, truly. I just roiled in bliss while my brother rutted me into the bed. But I know when we reached our end.

I felt my brother’s cock swell in me. His beautiful eyes widened with a kind of urgent panic. I knew what he was asking but speech was well beyond my capacity. At the last moment, some lingering thread of self-control must have found my brother.

He ripped back out of me. Grabbed that beautiful brother dick and stroked it. I felt something near-burning splash my chest and knew my brother was covering me in his seed. Impossibly, I hit one last peak as his sperm splattered on me. I let out a long, strangled, “aaaaAAAAHHHHHH!”

My brother fell forward, shaking like he’d been left out in the snow. I curled around him and held him tight. Kissed his cheeks while his pleasure overwhelmed him. Finally, he stilled. Breaths coming in great, ragged gasps.

“Oh sis,” he said, “Sister. So good. I’m sorry, we shouldn’t but.”

“It’s OK, Kevin,” I said, “I wanted it too.”

He looked up at me. Deep eyes wide and wet. Like he was about to cry.

“You did?”

I nodded, vigorously. I really, truly did.

“Oh, Jacey, I love you so much,” Kevin said. He clasped me close, and I knew in my heart that he meant it. Not in the sibling way or in the sense that we all say silly stuff post-sex. My little brother loved me. That way. As no sibling ever should.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

I didn’t know what to say so I just lay there and held him. Stroking his hair and cooing at this man, my own sibling, who’d made me feel like no other.

*

We finally got out of bed, tentative and bashful as hell. I didn’t care that my brother saw me naked (actually, I kind of liked the way he goggled at my skinny body). I certainly enjoyed looking at him. But we were both sure our parents had heard us. Were now waiting downstairs to destroy us both as soon as we arrived.

We quickly threw on our clothes from the night before to face the music. But when we stepped into the hallway the house was silent. My parents’ door was wide open. Their room empty.

We found the same situation downstairs. All that was left for us was a note on the table. Our parents had left for errands hours ago. Well before my brother and I had even awoken. What had felt so terribly dangerous before was actually the safest moment we’d have all weekend.

We both laughed and sighed with relief. I went upstairs to shower and change. Kevin started making us lunch in the kitchen (we may have slept in a little later than I’d realized). I felt almost giddy — the sense of relief from having escaped the executioner’s axe — was almost as good as the orgasms my brother had given me.

When I got out of the shower, I went back in my room to pick up clothes. My legs felt unsteady from everything that had happened. And everything seemed weirdly hilarious. Like, everything.

I saw my books stacked up on my desk and they seemed so foreign, I hardly recognized what they were. I got out my usual clothes and they all felt so useless and frumpy. Finally, I found a tank top in the bottom of one drawer and a pair of mesh shorts in another. I didn’t bother with anything else. Panties or a bra? So constricting!

I went downstairs, feeling my nipples rub free against the cloth of the tank. My bare pussy lips tickled against the gusset of my bottoms. That kind of stimulation used to bother me but now it felt neat. Kinda awesome actually. I giggled again.

“Hey big little bro,” I said, twirling my hair with my fingers.

Kevin was standing in the kitchen. He had a pan full of bacon in one hand and a plate with eggs in the other.

“Hi,” Kevin said, warily.

“Or is it little big bro,” I said. I stumbled over to the breakfast bar and climbed onto a stool. I almost slipped off, then started laughing. “Whoops!”

Kevin put my plate in front of me. “You OK, Jacey?”

“Oh hell yeah,” I said. I took a bite of my food. “Bacon! So good!”

Kevin eyed me oddly but sat down next to me and started eating. We both tore through the food like we hadn’t eaten for days. After we were done, I grabbed everything and went to do the dishes.

“Jacey, are you wearing underwear?” Kevin asked as I leaned over the sink.

“Nope!” I threw my arms in the air. One of my little titties poked out of the arm hole of my tank. I wiggled my pert little butt, sticking my backside out like I was an animal in a mating documentary.

“You want to help me in here, big little big bro?” I asked.

Kevin walked into the kitchen. His eyes threatened to pop out of his head. He ran his fingers through his hair. I swear I saw a trickle of sweat run down his forehead.

“Damn, Jacey.”

“I know, right?” I said, “There’s a lot to do here and I’m totally going to need some ASSistance.” I swung my butt with every syllable.

“Dad will have a conniption if he sees you like this,” Kevin said, “Mom will murder you.”

“Well, you’ll just have to stab me first,” I said, giggling.

“Let me do the dishes,” Kevin said, shoving me over roughly. “You go get dressed. Dressed dressed. For real this time.”

“Kevy!” I pouted.

“Kevy?” He raised an eyebrow at me.

“Kevin?” I tried again.

My little brother gave me his sternest look. He couldn’t stop being adorable though and it made my heart crack a bit further.

“Go get dressed and get to studying,” Kevin said, “I’ll do chores down here. Everything needs to be normal when Mom and Dad get back or we’re both dead.”

“But that’s the thing,” I said. I traced my finger over my brother’s bulging bicep. Thinking about touching other parts of him that were no doubt also slowly expanding. “They’re not here. Not now. Don’t you want me to help you with your chores little brother? There’s one in particular I bet I’d be awful good at.”

“Jacey, please,” Kevin said. He gave me a shove. Not hard. He looked really worried now. In a way that almost frightened me. “Just go upstairs and do what I asked. I promise we can do stuff later. When it’s safe.”

I felt a bit of anger fill me. Not real rage, only a little bit of heat. I don’t know why, but something about Kevin taking charge bothered me. I was the big sister. The responsible one. They call it Type-A personality for a reason, you know. And who was an A if not me?

I shoved my brother back, harder than he’d done to me.

“You want to pretend that everything’s normal but it’s not,” I said, “We did incest. We made incest. You fucked your big sister. I know what my brother’s dick feels like in my pussy. You know what face your sissy makes when she cums.”