Wild Sex Tales(Erotica)

Then his tongue was in my mouth. Slippery hands on my breasts. I was gripping his steel-hard cock. My brother’s cock, like it was the most important thing in the universe. You shouldn’t be touching your brother’s cock, I heard my mother say in my ear. But there I was, touching. Stroking. Both of us soaking and steaming hot.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

I remember the exact moment his fingers breached my pussy. The instant his digits filled my wanting, grasping sex. I’d expected, I don’t know, something fumbling. My other boyfriends had always approached my vagina like some foreign thing, and I doubted my clumsy little brother was going to be much better.

But as soon as the tips of his fingers slipped inside me, I felt like I was his. A puppet on his string. He held me there, supplicant. Even the smallest movement enough to shake me to my core.

We stood in the shower, loving each other. Worshipping each other’s bodies. Moving in a strange, sibling concert. Our only reason for existence to get the other off.

My brother went first. I felt his dick swell lovely in my hand before it burst — spewing forth like his car had only a little while before. Covering me, once again, in warm liquid.

But this time, I didn’t feel anything but ecstasy. Like his cum somehow triggered mine. I abruptly shot from feeling good to feeling GOOD.

I gasped as the pleasure overtook me. I’ve never been vocal, but the screech escaped my lips. High pitched and aching. The orgasm exploded out of me at the same time. Illicit pleasure, evoked by my own brother’s hand. By his spend. It squeezed me down and wrung me out.

I blinked myself back to consciousness on the floor of the tub. Kevin wrapped around me, holding me tight. Light kisses on the side of my neck. His hands now entangled in my hair. Shushing me as I shivered like a baby unable to be soothed.

All of it echoed in my ears. Kevin’s low groans. My ardent cries. My brother’s strong arms encircling me. Wetness everywhere: the shower, my brother’s spend, my own cum, the oil, my tears.

“Oh Jacey,” Kevin said. Again and again. “Oh Jacey. My dear, sweet sister. Oh Jacey I’m so sorry.”

*

My brother wrapped me in a warm towel, holding me close while I shivered, inexplicably, in our steamy bathroom. The whole time he kept apologizing. I didn’t know why. He had nothing to be sorry for. Not one damn thing.

“It’s OK,” I said through the trembles. “I did it, too.”

Kevin spun me around and looked me in the eyes. Fuck he was so gorgeous. My sexy brother. Fuck.

Slowly, Kevin led me to my bedroom. I saw scratches on his back and realized they were from me. I don’t know why — I’d done a lot of very wrong things in that shower — but the marks on my brother seemed to bother me the most.

When we got into my room, I saw my open book on my desk. Waiting for me. It sparked something in my mind for a moment. But then it was gone. I didn’t have the energy to chase it. I climbed into bed, slipped under the covers, and let sleep overtake me.

*

“Jacey.”

Someone was shaking my shoulder. I blinked my eyes open and saw Kevin hanging over me. His dark eyes running over my face with something that looked a lot like love.

“You OK?” Kevin asked.

“I fell asleep,” I said, stating the obvious. I looked around my bedroom, like seeing it for the first time. How could such a familiar place feel so strange?

I gradually roused. Everything flooded back. Like opening a spigot, all those moments and emotions rushed into my mind. I couldn’t make sense of it all. I never would. The bed felt warm. My brother’s body warmer. Everything was fuzzy and strangely comforting.

Considering what we’d done, I knew I should feel ill. A twisting pinch in my stomach that screamed out the incorrectness of what I’d committed. That’s your brother, your own flesh and blood, you needy slut. You jerked off your brother. Came on his fingers. What is WRONG with you? But for all that my remaining bit of rational brain was shouting, it was muffled from all the other contented things that were filling my mind. I felt, weirdly, accepting of it all. Even a bit blase.

I guess A can be for Amorous. There’s nothing wrong with that, exactly.

“I’m fine,” I said, “I’m sorry about before. I guess I kinda, I dunno, lost it.”

“It’s all right,” Kevin said. He stroked my hair, lovingly.

“How are you?” I felt oddly fearful of how he would respond.

“Fine,” Kevin said, mirroring my own word. “Better than fine, actually. Maybe kinda fantastic.”

I smiled, broadly, despite myself.

“Jacey, that was more than I. You’re incredible. My big sister is incredible.” He mumbled that last bit to himself.

Kevin moved to kiss me, and I let him. His lips felt so warm on mine. Welcome. I became very aware of the fact that I was naked. That my brother, in my bed, was equally bare. I felt his hardness stiffen against my thighs. Warm honey leaked down my leg. Oh God. Not again. Please. Again.

My brother’s tongue pressed at my lips, and I let him slide it in. He pressed his body against mine, so tight I felt like he was trying to squeeze me down. Like we couldn’t ever get close enough.

As I kissed my sibling, I felt that same, hurtling dizziness as I had before in the shower. Like my body was taking the wheel, leaving my conscious mind to sit back and watch, powerless.

For some reason, I thought my brother was going to stop there. But he started kissing down my neck. Through the valley of my breasts. Over my tummy. He pushed my legs aside. I knew what he was about to do. But for some reason I was still surprised when he kissed my pussy.

Maybe it was the passion of it. I’d had boys go down on me before, but they always made it feel like a chore. The necessary step they had to make before they could get to the good stuff.

Kevin licked and slurped at my pussy like it was the only possible conclusion. As if eating me out was the ultimate goal of all existence. At least I just showered, I thought, stupidly, as my little brother went to town on my twat.

My brother. Oh damn. My baby brother was seeing my pussy. Smelling it. Tasting my essence on his talented tongue. Incest. The word came to my mind unbidden, like a strange little factoid. I’m having incest.

Maybe I would have stopped him. The logical bit of my brain had finally poked through and perhaps I would have paused things. But I didn’t. Because at the moment that pesky i-word popped into my mind, my brother curled his tongue inside my pussy and my body responded in kind.

My back arched. My eyes rolled back. I shoved my pussy forward at my brother. My entire body supplicant to his sucking mouth and slippery tongue.

Like I said, I’d had a couple of couplings in my time. A few somewhat serious boyfriends, none of whom lasted all that long. Some random hookups — I was at college, after all. I realized in that moment, as my brother brought me to my peak, that I’d never, truly orgasmed with any of them. Maybe I’d had little cums. Or tiny cum-like objects. Or maybe I’d never actually cum ever. Because this? This was like nothing I’d ever felt before. It was more like a bomb. Blowing the top of my head clean off.

The pleasure spiked, like getting doused in endorphins. My body went taut — muscles crushing down to eke out every molecule of ecstasy. Toes and fingers clenched so hard they’d ache for hours afterwards.

My chest burned and I realized I’d forgotten to breathe. I sucked in a huge, gasping gulp of air. Almost louder than a scream. I fell back onto the bed. I swear, it was like one of those dreams when you’re falling. I landed on the mattress like I’d dropped there from the ceiling.