For a long while I just tried to sleep. I though that maybe if I fell asleep I’d wake up in the morning and it would be like nothing happened. My roommates would remember what happened. I’d forgive myself for acting foolishly. And I would stop thinking about my brother’s cock and daydreaming about it sliding in and out of my wet pussy. But it was no use.
I’d tossed and turned for well over an hour when I heard a soft knock on the door. Then it opened and I saw my brother slink in. I turned my bedside light on and sat up in bed, pulling the covers up over my chest even though I was still wearing my bra and gym shorts. Sammy was back in his own pajamas. For a long while we just stood there awkwardly.
“I’m sorry about everything,” he said. I was confused. I was clearly in the wrong, he hadn’t done anything wrong.
“Why are you sorry, I was the one being a creep,” I said.
“No, I made you… well we both know what I made you do. I shouldn’t have. It was wrong. And I am sorry. Don’t tell me I shouldn’t be sorry, just accept the apology or reject it,” he said and I smiled.
“I accept your apology if you accept mine,” I said and he nodded, “So are we back to normal now? Like can we put this behind us?”
“Yeah,” he said, “I think so.” He turned and started to walk back to the living room to go to sleep. I still felt strange, but I think we could have stopped it then. But I couldn’t.
“Hey, wait a second,” I said. There was a question I wanted to ask, I needed to ask, while I was still sort of in a fog, “You said you masturbated while you thought about a family member. Who was it?” He blushed; I could even see it in the low light of my bedside lamp. He didn’t say anything for a long time.
“You,” he said finally, in a voice barely above a whisper. I had suspected as much, but I needed to hear him say it for some reason.
“Why me?” I asked.
“Why not you?” he responded quickly, “You are the most beautiful girl in the world. I love you and you love me back.” He said, catching himself and becoming quiet. I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed a compliment more than that one. I felt positively radiant.
“Most beautiful?” I asked.
“And you’re smart and funny and sensitive and everything else. You are perfect,” he said, finally finishing his thought.
“And you are wonderful too,” I said, “Some girl really is going to be lucky to have you someday.”
“I don’t want some girl,” he said, “I only want you.” And that’s when I realized something was going to happen. My heart rate shot up and all of the shame and embarrassment I’d been feeling drained away. Just the animal sexuality remained.
I let the blanket drop from my chest, exposing my bra and the tops of my breasts. My brother was standing at the end of my bed. I got up on my hands and knees and started to crawl towards him. My brother froze.
“Lynn, what are you doing,” he said, but his eyes were following my ass as moved left and right as I crawled towards him. When I reached the end of the bed, I slipped my hands into the top of his sweat pants. I pulled them down quickly and his hard cock stood out proud from his body.
“Nothing you don’t want baby brother,” I said in my sexiest voice, “the instant you want this to stop, just say the word.” I looked up at him with my widest-eye look, trying to put on a sexy, doe-eyed face. It must’ve worked, he didn’t say a word, or move.
I looked at his cock now. It was just as long and thick as I remembered it. It veins stood out strongly against his pale white skin. His balls hung down low, heavy with cum. The tip was a light pink color and I saw a single thick drip of pre-cum boiling over the top. I wanted to taste it.
I reached forward and grasped his cock at the base. I felt his whole body shudder, but still he didn’t stop me. His balls felt soft and hot again my hand and his shaft was rigid and smooth between my fingers. I looked at the top of his cock and licked the messy tip. He shook and breathed in sharply. He tasted salty and dirty. I loved it.
“Sis, please suck my cock!” he begged. An electric thrill ran through my body. Those were perhaps the nastiest words I’d ever heard strung together. And I wanted to give him what he wanted. I opened my mouth put the tip of his cock inside. I swirled my tongue around on it, lapping up the rest of his cum. I closed my eyes, and slowly started to slide my mouth down over his bulging shaft.
I felt my brother’s hands jump up and rest on my shoulder. Inch my inch his smooth cock slid into my mouth. I ran my tongue along it, feeling its heat and loving the sensation as it grazed the roof of my mouth and finally plunged into my throat. I gagged and pulled the cock out. I heard my brother groaning. Then, faster, I began to move the cock in and out of my throat. I ran my tongue against the base of his cock, feeling the urethra on my tongue.
That’s where I felt his orgasm first. I had his cock deep in my throat, my eyes running from being gagged. I felt his urethra pulsate. Then I felt his balls seize up on my chin. I slid the cock back so that the tip was resting in my mouth and the first hot spurt of cum splashed onto my tongue and painted the insides of my cheeks. The cum kept going, spurt after spurt. Big, thick streams of cum with lots of pressure, some even shot straight down my throat. My brother’s hands tightened on my shoulders and I could hear him groaning. Finally, the last few drops of cum dripped out of my brother’s cock and into my mouth.
My mouth was full of cum when Sammy’s cock finally popped out of it. The cum was thick and salty and still tasted hot. I looked up at my brother, who was absolutely dazed and showed him the cum pooled in his sister’s mouth. His eyes widened. Then I closed my mouth and swallowed it all down. I opened my mouth again, to show my brother that his seed was in my belly.
“Sis, that was the best thing ever,” he said. I smiled and pulled him down onto the bed. We moved so that we were lying up on my pillows, next to one another.
“You tell me when you are ready to go again, and we can do something else,” I said. I was so horny still; I needed his cock inside of me.
“What do you mean?” he asked, and I sighed. Typical guy, he got what he wanted.
“I mean once you know, you’ve recovered we can do something else. We don’t have to…”
“Oh you mean you aren’t ready to go again?” he asked confused, “But I didn’t even touch you yet.”
“No, I mean guys usually need some time to recover,” I explained.
“I don’t,” he said, “What did you want to do?” he asked. Now this was a fun development.