Wild Sex Tales(Erotica)

A thousand thoughts flooded my mind. Our parents were almost certainly in the next room and rousing. I was still feeling the guilt of what I’d done the week before. There were plenty of other tests to come, and I desperately needed to study for them. That was the only way to turn this thing around. I may have been hungover, but I could feel my mental clarity kicking back in. If I could arrest the situation now, I was certain I’d be back to normal in no time.

And sure, my brother’s body felt amazing. His deep brown eyes held me captured in their gaze. But that’s the point: my brother. Fooling around with my baby bro wasn’t a bad idea, it was the most disastrous thing any human being could ever do. People would be more understanding if I stabbed him.

But my sibling silenced all of that with one hard, sensuous kiss.

His lips pressed to mine, and my thoughts were gone. His tongue slipped into my mouth and my brain wiped clean like it was a whiteboard. My body rose to meet his. Hands laced around his neck.

My brother kissed lower. My neck and chest. He latched onto one of my little nipples and I shifted gears once again. I let out a soft, sharp squeal.

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With my breasts well engaged, his hands slipped down between my legs and found my pussy. Any lack of desire I might have pretended at was pulled away as my brother felt the sloppy wetness of my sex slosh over his fingers. I knew it, too, because he let out a little whine.

“Jacey you’re so wet,” he said.

No. Not Jacey. Sister. I needed to hear him say it.

“My sister is dripping,” he said, and I felt a little orgasm run through me just from that. Like the shock of static electricity. A tight little thing that passed quick but clear.

I reached down and found his hardness. Had he grown bigger in the week we’d been apart? It felt like a hot, pulsing, telephone pole in my hands. My fingertips barely touching as I gripped it.

“My brother’s so hard,” I said back to him.

He groaned when I said that. I stroked his dick up and down. Glorifying in the hold that I had on him. He moved his digits up to my clit. A perfectly deft touch — the right amount of tease and pressure — and I was off to the races. All those wasted years of boyfriends that could barely find the thing. Turns out my sibling knew my sex better than even I did.

I was lying there, completely supplicant to whatever my brother wanted. And that’s when he slid his mouth, wetly off my little tit. He pulled his fingers from my crotch. Pushed my grasp from his cock. I whined with need as my brother abandoned me.

“Ke…” I stopped myself. “Please,” I said, “Take care of your big sister like a good little bro.”

“I am,” he said, so confident. Any shred of silliness was gone. Burned away. I startled at the man I’d found myself in bed with. Worse, my own assurance was shattered. My brother had me. Held me. And it was truly wonderful.

He shifted himself between my thighs. Unbidden, I felt my legs curl around him. He grabbed his cock and aimed it into place. For a moment my thoughts faltered. Oh-my-God-my-brother’s-cock-is-going-in-me-no.

But it was far too late. My little bro’s big dick pressed forward into my folds and my stupid, slippery pussy welcomed him in so easily it was like he was meant to be there.

OH FUCK!

I felt my sex clamp down around his cock, like sealing him in for safety. My brother let out a low groan as he finally got his dick inside his sister.

And just like that, it was done. We’d committed this irreversible, unforgiveable act. So casually I can barely conceive it. And because it’d happened how it did, it was even worse. If we’d done it in the night. If I’d come home in that state and we’d fallen into it, that would have been excusable.

But no. We’d waited until the morning. I couldn’t say it was a drunken mistake now. Oh no. I was stone cold sober. Any hope I had of rationalization had been rendered moot. Any deniability had been destroyed.

“Oh, Jace… Sister. Oh big sis, I’m inside you.”

“I know.”

“It feels so good,” he sobbed.

“I know.”

My brother held himself in there, feeling the walls of my pussy ripple around him. It felt amazing, like there was some part of me that had always been missing this piece of itself. That pause gave me a moment to regain my wits.

My little brother’s hardness was in my pussy. I’d never had a bare cock in me before. And oh, there was a reason for that. I’d always used condoms before because the pill messed me up something awful. And now the very first time I was skin-to-skin it was sibling-to-sibling. I needed to…

My brother thrust into me, and every last conscious thought I had was, again, obliterated. Sparks shot out from my toes, up my body and right through the top of my head. My legs and arms and eyes all squeezed down. That little orgasm from before that I’d compared to a static shock? This was like getting plugged into the wall.

My brother was feeling it too. He was clearly trying to talk but only nonsense came out of his mouth. “Fuh. Uh. So. Uh. Good. Sissy.”

I wasn’t much better. “Yeah bro. Oh. Fuck. Fuck me. Fuck your big sis. Make her feel so good.”

“Yuh. Uh. Yeah. Fucking. Fucking my big sister. Oh God. Even better.”

Both of us devolved from there. Nothing but grunts and moans. Tight, tortured squeaks and low, full out groans. Between the sounds we made, the slaps of our coupling, and the slams of the bed, we must have been making an awful racket.

Reality didn’t come for us. Maybe because we were no longer on that plane. My brother humped me, and my body accepted all of it. Down to sensations. Heat wet want. Thrust squeeze ache.

His hands pinched my nipples. His fingers strummed my clit. I grasped at his muscular ass. My legs cinched at his waist. Tongues and mouths all over like devouring a meal.