Stuck Fucks

Me, and my brother got into situations the other could take advantage of.

The first time, we’re just fooling around. Jonny found dad’s porn stash, and I caught him in their room. He was just rubbing his crotch through his pants, but I’d read stories, and he’d seen pictures.

In magazines, you know how it goes. Well, instead of that, I laughed, and tried to get mom’s toybox out from under the bed. “Uh!” I tried to crawl back out, but “I’m stuck!” Maybe it’s because my boobs got bigger, and flattened out going 1 way, but when they rolled back the other way, my shoulder blades got hooked on the side-board, holding the box-springs in place.

“Hahaha!” He already had a boner, so he grabbed my hips, and humped my butt. I wiggled it some more, knowing it would turn him on just watching me bent over, trying to get the sex toys out from under the bed. So, I turned the shoe-box sideways, and took the lid off. A vibrator rolled out, so I grabbed that, and when I got my arms turned around. My shoulder blades popped right out.

By then, he already had my pants, and underwear pulled back, so he could stick his hands in there, and squeeze my butt cheeks around his cock. Now, we’d been masturbating together, a while. We had some idea what each other liked just from him showing me pictures, and me reading a particularly steamy paragraph from one of those “Romance” novels that just looks like romance on the outside. When they’re really full of raunchy sex scene on the inside.

“Uh, pull down my pants.” I stuck the vibrator down the front, but then he spat, and rubbed it in with his finger. I think, maybe it was his thumb for all I know, but he never touched me before. Not really, not in any sexual way, just normal big brother stuff, like kissing me goodnight. Then, he held my hips, and kissed my ass.

“Oh!” I buzzed around my pubes to wake up my clit. “You’re so dirty!” Yeah, and I can’t get pregnant, and I’m a virgin so I don’t have to worry about my cherry in my ass, but then he took the vibrator, and started buzzing around my pucker. “Oh! Finger me, finger me too, uh!” I started humping his fingers. “Huh, fuck my butthole ngh!” Finally, it stretched tight around the point, and the hard smooth plastic slid buzzing through my sphincter.

“OH! HUH! OW!” As soon as it was up to the bend, he moved his hand, and slicked his rubber tip up against my fuckhole. Then, he pressed in, without a pop. It didn’t even hurt until he pulled out, and then my ass slammed shut when the vibe popped out. “Huh!” I could hear it rattling around on the floor through my ear, but I just lose my virginity. Well, I didn’t lose it, he didn’t really take it, I gave it to my brother willingly.

“I love you so much.”

“Yeah, you too.” But then he stuck the vibe in up to the hilt, and got up to stick his dick in my ass. I just held the base, but his nuts bumped my fingernails with each thrust until he pumped me full of sperm, and I got off moaning loudly under the bed.

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That’s how we did it the first time we had incest sex. He’s not my step brother, or “Step Brother,” like the magazines say just to make plain old teener sex more taboo, and exciting.

Look, it’s not just my dad. Yeah, he bought Taboo Illustrated magazine, but it wasn’t like [Family Touch: The Family that Plays Together Stays Together.] All incest creepy daddy family. That was just one of the “Taboos” in any of his taboo magazines, but they also had Dolcett comics.

In case you didn’t know, that’s Cannibalism comics, where women are willingly roasted alive, fucked on spits, basted in sex juices, then eaten in a feast after the orgy, with a lot of necrophilia thrown in to taste. I’m not kidding, mom, and dad were into that kinda stuff, mom too. Not actual BDSM but reading about it. Depraved perverts into Rape, Incest, Bestiality, Torture, Hanging/Strangling, Snuff, Necrophilia, and Child Molestation.

They weren’t child molesters, neither. They didn’t groom us, or encourage any kinds of incest, they just has sex toys, and porn they didn’t hide good enough. They just didn’t have internet sites like Necrobabes, and Suicide girls, so they had to go to the Adult bookstore to buy magazines, and sex toys. If they wanted to buy fuzzy cuffs while they’re there, they could have, but AFAIK, they never even got into light spankings.

They just liked looking at, and reading about other people’s darkest desires, and sometimes acting them out, but a lot of them were illustrated, because they involved stuff that was impossible without really hurting, or killing somebody for real. (Not to mention roasting their bodies, and having a feast with the breasts, and buttocks right there on the table.)

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That was just the first time, but then the smoker fell through the deck. On 1 corner, it’s a big old rusty iron thing up on legs, with wheels on 1 side, and angle iron legs on the other. So when the board rotted out, the leg went right through, and dad had to wheel it away. then, he got out a hammer, and crowbar to rip up the rotted boards, but he didn’t have any 2x6es to replace them.

So, while he went to the hardware store, I giggled, and jumped down through the hole. It was tight, I could barely get my shoulders between the boards underneath, and of course I stopped at the bra cups. 27Cs, but they look like DDs on my tiny little body. (Mom’s got 32 Ds, so she’s pretty much the same, only bigger.)

“Uh!” I finally squoze through, and said “You better come down here, and check this out.” He stuck his head down first, but I had to turn all the way around, and roll over in the tight space.

“What?” He just shook his head, up side down.

“It’s dirty under here,” I had a dress on that day, so I just had to stick my knees up, lift my hips off the ground, and slip my panties off. “You better get down here.” I knew that as tight as it was for me, there’s no way he could fit, but once he saw my pussy. I pointed right at it, and I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist.

Sure enough, he tried to get down feet first. Like I did, rather than crawl through with my butt in the air. “Uh, I’m stuck!”

I giggled, but I already rolled over, and crawled around again. So, I could get my hands between his legs. Down on his knees, and up on my elbows. “Yeah, see how you like it.” His shoulders got stuck on the boards, on the sides. He could lean back, and look down over his chest.

“Huh, yeah. Suck me off quick before dad gets back.” We’d started doing oral sex, mostly. Lots of fingers, and sex toys of course. After we got my virginity out of the way, he could fuck me in both holes with a dildo, and buttplug. My favorite position so far was sitting on my face, so I could suck his balls, and lick his ass. Well, mostly just suck his balls one by one, with my nose in his ass crack, to smell his butt sweat, because it’s dirt.

It was dirty under the bed too, and fucking my ass got the vibrator dirty, before it went in my cunt. Still bloody from breaking my cherry, I have no idea how I didn’t get sick from that, but irregardless. Fuck inhibitions, the dirtier, and more taboo the better. I just want to give into the sick disgusting lust, and have orgasm after orgasm reveling in it.

So, I had to crawl back around, once I got his pants open, and sucked him hard. Backed up, trying to remember when exactly my last period was, like that would make a difference. I wasn’t regular enough to really use the rhythm method anyway, and we had access to rubbers if we wanted to practice safe sex.

I didn’t it wasn’t exciting enough. I wanted to risk getting pregnant, or diseases, or even killed, roasted alive, cut into pieces that could be passed around and fucked. I even imagined my face on the severed head, while one fucked my mouth, and the other fucked my throat through the stump. My body turning on the spit, while disjointed docks spat jism all over me, because the artist never bothered to draw anything more than just the dick.

I didn’t want to actually get murdered, and necrophiled. How can you enjoy that when you’re already dead? I didn’t want to get pregnant either, but I risked it, and he was right. We didn’t have much time before dad got back, so we had to make it a quickie. Finally, he shot me full of spooge right when dad backed up in the driveway.

“Oh!” I had to turn around quick, and fix his pants up, before dad carried the boards he bought back through the gate.

“What the hell are you doing down there, son?”

“I got stuck.” I fixed my underwear, and crawled back to the corner of the lattice, stuff? All the way around the deck, there’s these boards for vines to grow on, but the garden it’s tomato plants, but then dad made him “Help me with this.” While I sat up, hugged my knees, and felt his wad run out into the crotch of my panties.

For once, I hoped that was my period, because that would mean I couldn’t get pregnant. I felt bad, too. I mean, in the heat of the moment you’re all YOLO No Regerts, but this time, I knew I’d gone too far.

GRHNNNNNNNNNN! Dad sawed off the end of a board, and then another, for Jonny to put up, and screw down with special decking screws. I don’t know, I was halfway through trying to recall The Cask of Amontillado, and The Telltale Heart at the same time. Probably getting them mixed up, when I only read them once each, a year ago, because our English teacher was named Lenore. So, she had a big heart on for Edgar Allen Poe.

So anyway, that’s why I couldn’t run off, and douche, with something acidic enough to be spermicidal, like Vinegar. By the time they were done, and dad carried the power tools back around to the garage. Jeremy had to use the crow-bar to pry away the lattice, then screw it back on to cover it up with tomato vines, while I went to wash the sperm out, and change my underwear.

Most of it ran out in the crotch, so I kept those. I had a collection of the dirtiest underwear, to remind me of the dirtiest things I’d ever done, but then I didn’t get my period. Then, I got sick, and started gaining weight, so then I had to come up with a good story about how I got raped, by a complete stranger, and why I was too ashamed to tell anyone until it was too late to have an abortion.

Well, at least I got some use out of all the erotic horror stories I grew up reading, a good excuse. I love my baby, maybe a little too much, but that’s a story for another site. I can’t break the rules on this one to tell it…

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