Brother Fucker

My brother was a little tattletale, until I taught him how to keep a secret.

It all started when a friend of mine took us to the lending library. I’m not naming any names, because I know how to keep a secret, but her aunt was a spinster. So, she read these raunchy romance books, and her niece found out you could check them out from the library.

So, she brought them to school, and read us stories in the girl’s room. It was so naughty, but you couldn’t really tell. They just looked like regular romance on the outside, but once you started reading, it got into the good stuff, right away.

So, we all wanted to borrow them, but she said “No, I’m not done with it yet.” Then, we went on a little field trip after school, until my mom paged me, and I had to call her to pick me up. Oh yeah, and this was a while ago, so you couldn’t just log onto Http:///www.sexstories69.com on your phone.

I had a pager, and she gave my friends rides home first. So, they giggled in the back seat, while I rode up front. I hid my book in my purse, afraid that she’d know what I was reading, but I still couldn’t believe that the librarian let us check them out in the first place.

I had to wait till I got home, but the first one I picked out was called “Gap Year.” It actually started pretty slow, but a long story short: This college student sailed from London to Majorca on summer holiday. She’s English, so she says Holiday instead of Vacation, but you get the idea. I fell asleep before she got there, and started flirting with the couple that took her in.

Then, I woke up the next day, and went to school. I forgot all about what I was reading until lunch, when the girls were talking about the stories they read. Some of them were really dirty, but the dirtiest one I remembered was a young widow, who had sex with everyone as soon as her husband was killed in action. Or so she thought, he was in the Navy, and his ship went down, but then he came home to find her having a big orgy in their bed.

Now, when I say everybody, I mean guys, and girls. So, it was a bisexual orgy, even though none of the men got gay with each other, there were plenty of women to go around. So, she got screwed in all her holes, and they took turns. Going out to smoke on the balcony, and coming back to screw another girl, and another until they all passed out fully satisfied. It was late when her husband came home, so they were all asleep, and it must’ve been a big bed, but I won’t spoil the ending of what happened next.

“Huh!” I just rolled my eyes, “Well, nothing like that happened in Gap Year.”

“Oh, you’re reading that one?” My friend, the one that told us about the library shook her head. “That’s just Romance, so they don’t really do anything until the end, but then.”

“Don’t spoil it!”

“Oh, sorry. But you can just skip ahead to the last chapter when you want to find out. It’s all just sailing, horseback riding, and long walks on the beach up until then.”

“Well,” I thought, “Can you tell me one thing? Does she turn out to be bisexual or not?” She kinda hinted at it, when she saw her landlady nude sunbathing on the veranda, and how sexy her deep tanned body looked before her husband came out to make love with her.

“Oh yeah.” She nodded, and bit her lip.

“So, they have a threesome?” I was starting to feel a little bi-curious myself, but I didn’t want to risk doing it with my friends, because I heard that can ruin friendships, and it’s not worth that just to try lesbian sex. Besides that, what if I don’t like it, but then the word gets out, and none of the boys want to date me because they heard I was gay, and nothing but flannel boxer short dykes ever hit on me?

Then, my beeper beeped, so I had to go to the office anyway. I spent all my lunch money, so I couldn’t use the payphone, but it was just mom. “Hello?”

“Hey sweety, how’s lunch?”

“It’s okay I guess, but what’s this about?”

“Well, I’m going to have to pick you two up from school for my birthday.” I forgot, her birthday was a Thursday this year.

“Happy birthday.”

“Thanks, so I’m going to need you to meet me at the curb, as soon as possible so we can leave for the hotel when you get home.”

“Okay,” they got a hotel room, which means one thing. Well, that, and I’d have to cook dinner for my little brother, so I thought about that on the way to class. Instead of mommy, and daddy in the hotel room, getting naked, and what mom would wear sexy so they can go to bed, make love, and sleep together, because it makes sitting in class even more uncomfortable.

It took forever, but I don’t want to bore you. After complaining about Gap Year taking so long to get on with the bisexual action, so I’ll just skip ahead. Dad thought to order a pizza, so that took care of dinner, and while my brother was eating in front of the boob tube, I went back to get my book. Skip ahead to the last chapter, and sure enough.

She started working on her tan, out on the veranda, until the landlord came out, and I guess Majorca is like an island for nudists, because he didn’t even say anything about it. She was so horny that she got up, and even started yelling, because he didn’t give her any attention, but he said “I’m married,” in his thick Spanish accent. (Because it’s off the coast of Spain, apparently.)

Then, his wife came up behind her, and rubbed her arms. Saying “So? It’s not cheating if we share,” or something like that, because I didn’t bother memorizing it. Honestly, I took it right back the next day to get one with less romance, and more sexy stuff. “Uh, I’m not hungry.” I dropped the half a slice back in the box, and went to my room, to play with myself.

I didn’t really know what I was doing, but I wasn’t really paying attention, either. Between that, and reading the book, I just got my fingers dirty, and let them feel around randomly. It sure was sexy, especially when the neighbors came out to watch them from the balcony, and started making love up above them.

The wife bent over the railing, so her big boobs bounced with each hard thrust from her husband behind her. Meanwhile, the English lady lay down, so the Spanish lady could sit on her face, and her husband held her legs up to pound her, and I had to put the book down. “Huh!” Pay attention to what I was doing, so I closed my eyes, and twisted over on my hip so I could slip one hand up behind me.

That ment I could dig my clitoris back out with a fingertip, on my other hand, and pinch it gently with 2 fingers. While, I teased around my damp hole with a fingertip behind me, and finally press it in carefully. So, I didn’t scratch myself with my nail, until I felt it stop against the barrier to womanhood. “Oh, Julio!” That’s the husband’s name, but he pronounces it “Hoolio,” because it’s Spanish. “Take me, nh!”

I tried, pressing my nail in hard enough to scrape away my cherry, but I couldn’t do it. As soon as it started to hurt, I said “Ow!” and slipped it back out. “Huh!” I rolled back, and checked my nail for blood, but then I chickened out. “Snh!” My room was already full of my sexy musk, but it was even stronger on my finger, so I closed my eyes, and licked my finger. “Snh!”

It didn’t taste that bad, and it wasn’t fishy at all, either. So, I stopped rubbing my clit, and slipped my finger down to wet it. Then, I switched hands, and licked 2 fingers, then I went back and forth, between my clit, and dripping hole, to get my fingers wet, and lick them, imagining pussy, and trying to remember what she said Gabriella looked like.

Besides dark, and exotic. Black hair, and eyes, but with a deep tan from nude sunbathing, and a neatly trimmed triangle of pubes. Her broth tasted savory, and salty…

“Uh?” Then, my brother came in, and ask “Do we?” He stopped, and shook his head, while I tried to cover both nipples with one hand. Crossing my legs, because I couldn’t move my other hand, covering up my crotch. “What are you doing?”

“None of your business, get out.”

“Ooh, wait till dad get’s home.” He slammed the door, and I ran after him.

“You little brat!” by the time I got the door open, he was gone.

“Hello?” I heard him on the phone, “You won’t believe this, but Kelly was just playing with herself.”

I grabbed the phone, and slammed it down. “Who did you call?”

“Nobody.” He looked up at me, standing over him, stark naked, so I had to cover myself again. He grinned, and crawled back on his elbows, but I couldn’t kick him in the nuts, and cover myself with both hands. I could barely cover myself as it is, it got harder once I started growing boobs.

“You little pervert, if you tell mom I was playing with myself, then I’ll tell dad you were looking at me naked in my room, and. Oh my god!” I covered my mouth, so my boobs popped out, and jiggled.

“What?” He shook his head. Still laying back on the floor between the couch, and the coffee table, so I could see the bulge growing in his pants.

I pointed, “You’ve got a boner.” I shook my head, blushing, and not bothering to cover up my chest, because it was already too late. I mean, not only had he seen me naked, but now I could see he had a hard-on for me, and I was so horny from reading that damned romance book, I wasn’t thinking clearly.

“So? Sf course I got hard.” He covered it up. “You’re standing up naked, and sexy. What boy wouldn’t get it up if he saw you like that?”

“Well,” he had a point, but I couldn’t see it real well with him covering it up. “I’m flattered, but you better not tell mom, and dad, or anyone. I mean it, you can’t even tell your friends I let you look at my tits, because I’m your sister, and that’s incest.”

“Well,” he got up, and turned to sit on the couch. “It’s not sex if we don’t do it.” That’s some sick fucked up logic, but I’d already gone from covering my crotch to rubbing it again.

“Well, you know it’s not fair that you get to see me naked, and I don’t even get to see your boner. Do you jerk off?”

“No, but I really want to,” he started rubbing his groin. His eyes looking up at my face, then down at my chest, and even at my hand rubbing my crotch.

“Well, go on, and get it out. I won’t tell anyone you’re sick, I promise.” So, he stopped, and opened up his pants, then pulled his underwear down, so I could see his little pecker. Until he grabbed it, and just the little head stuck out, until he pulled it, and it disappeared in his fist. I licked my lips.

“Well, it’s only fair if I showed you my privates, now you have to show me your’s.”

“Huh,” I put my leg up on the couch, and moved my fingers out of the way, but my damp pubic hairs were so sensitive, I rubbed them, and his hand slipped off, so his pecker popped up, and hit his shirt. “Take your shirt off.” I went back down to spread my lips open, and pinch my clit between my fingers. “Huh, pull down your pants, too.”

“Are you still a virgin?”

“Yeah, of course.” But that gave me an idea, so I pulled my foot back, and put my knee down, then I got up on his lap. “You’re not having wet dreams, and shooting your wad in your sheets at night?”

“Huh?” He looked up from my tits, right in front of his face, but his knuckles bumped the back of my hand. Still trying to jerk off. “What?”

“Never mind,” I took his hand, and put it up on my chest.

“Huh, they’re so soft!”

“I know,” he grabbed the other side to squeeze them both, so I felt down between us, and touched his pecker. “But you’re so hard.” I pinched it between two fingers, and scooted up. I had to aim carefully, because he missed, and slipped up. “UH!” I jumped when he bumped my clit, and popped out. “Hold still.” It took a couple tries, but I aimed carefully, and popped the head inside me, so I could hold onto the back of the couch, and hump my hips up, so when I sank down, he went right in, and popped right through with all my weight on it. “NGH!”

I clamped my knees tight, and grabbed him. Hugged him, and held him tight so he wouldn’t move. It hurt, but then he grunted. “Oh, oh God. Kelly, I think I’m cumming, huh! Uh!” He started hunching, and grunting, so he popped out, and I shivered. I felt cold, and my arms looked ghost white when I sat back.

Right in the warm pizza box, I covered my mouth, and shook my head. His little pecker twitched, and bounced a few more times before it went soft, and lay across his leg, but it was too late. I could see the pink stains smeared halfway down it, and on the tip. “Huh!” I went into shock I think, and ran back to the shower. It warmed me up, but it didn’t make me feel any cleaner on the inside.

Even cupping the water to douche with wet slaps to splash the water in, and wash the virgin blood out. It wasn’t just that, even though I kept bleeding all night. I’d gotten my period for months, but this was different. I just fucked my brother, my little brother, and that’s not just incest. I practically raped him, so that makes me a child molester, too.

Finally, he beat on the door, and yelled “Save me some hot water, I need to wash up too!”

Thank god he pulled up his pants, and even had his shirt untucked, so I couldn’t see it, but I knew what he had to clean off. His dick, my virgin blood off his little prick, and I was so ashamed that I couldn’t even look at him for a while after that, but it was already too late. It started turning me on, and making me horny. Just knowing that he was right there, and all I had to do was take off my bra to get it up again.

I could fuck him any time I wanted, so I could only resist the temptation for so long. So, I seduced him, and fucked him, again and again. For years until he started ejaculating, so I could only suck him off, and let him fingerbang me, but by then he was getting pretty good at it. I didn’t want to get pregnant, even though I really wanted to get pregnant, I knew that if I did, the secret would come out, and I worried about our incest babies being born fucked up with birth defects from the incest.

So, I started cutting myself, and I even tried to commit suicide, but I couldn’t do it. I’m sorry, I know you want a happy ending, but that’s not what happened. Honestly you can’t do something like that, and not get fucked up in the head. I think I must have been fucked up in the head to do it in the first place, but giving into the lust only made things worse.

No, I didn’t get pregnant, and no, I don’t want to sext with you. Honestly, it fucked me up sexually for life, but I just had to get that off my chest. I can’t hold it in any more, and there’s nobody to tell. So, hopefully writing it down will make me feel a little better.

I think maybe keeping that dirty little secret for so long only made me worse…

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