“Oh god, I need all your cum on my face baby brother,” I said, rubbing harder on my clit. That seemed to be all the motivation my brother needed. He started to move his hand up and down on his long shaft. I watched him bite his lip and close his eyes as he did. And when he did, oh my God! He sort of changed from my nerdy, but sexy, little brother into an absolute stud. I can’t explain, it was just part of that moment. I felt my orgasm building.
But I guess not masturbating for a month and then watching me fuck myself with his tennis racket had just about put my brother over the edge as well. After only about a minute of stroking his cock, I heard a little croaking sound spill out from my brother’s lips and then a long sigh. I opened my eyes and turned towards him just as the first big spurt of his hot cum shot out of his dick. I opened my mouth but the first bit came out so hard it landed in my hair. But he wasn’t done. The second spurt landed squarely in my mouth and the salty taste was overwhelming. It was so much better than I’d remembered with anyone else. It was enough to push me over the edge.
I thrust my racket deep into my pussy and rubbed hard on my clit. It felt like every single nerve in my body all of the sudden was flooded with pleasure, and it rippled around my body over and over again. I moaned loudly (maybe too loudly). All the while my eyes were open and I kept watching as more and more cum shot out of my little brother’s cock and splashed against my forehead, cheeks, teeth, hair, and neck. My orgasm was subsiding as the last little bits of cum pushed out of his cock and landed on my neck.
I reached up and felt my face, the entire thing felt like it was coated in cum. The hollow in my neck was filled like a little cup of cum. I giggled to myself and the cum from my lips slipped into my mouth. I looked at my brother and he smiled at me. Everything felt rights.
“Kids!” I heard a voice call from downstairs, “dinner is ready.” And then I remembered where I was. And what I was covered in.
“Shit!” I said and then giggled some more.
“Don’t worry,” my brother said, “I will go downstairs and stall, you just… get cleaned up,” he said and he grinned at me. He quickly threw on some clothes and walked to the door. I was sitting up in his bed when he turned back to me, “hey sis,” he said.
“Huh?” I sighed contentedly.
“You look so hot like that,” he said and then, blushing, he rushed out the door. I giggled again. My face was still covered in his splooge as I removed the tennis racket from my pussy and collected all my clothes. I opened the door to his room, checked both ways and saw that it was clear and then darted into the bathroom. I felt his cum streaming down my body, onto my tits and even a little onto my belly. When I looked at myself in the mirror I smiled, I looked like glazed donut!
I quickly scooped a little bit of the cum into my mouth, I wanted to wait and get it all. I wanted every little bit of my brothers delicious love inside of me, but I didn’t have time. Eventually I just had to clean the rest off with a towel and go downstairs. But even as I walked, and sat down to eat in front of my whole family, I could still smell the scent of his cum on me, he’d made me his.
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Dinner that night was pretty typical. My dad was a little bit drunk, but at least he was quiet. My mom talked to me about school and tried desperately to include my brother in conversation. She tried to talk about Christmas but no one was interested. My brother was very quiet and uncomfortable, and for a few minutes I was nervous it was about us again, and then I realized he could sense the tension between my parents and it was causing him some distress. I felt for him and I had a crazy little idea about how to make him feel better after dinner…
But once the dishes were cleared and my dad lumbered back into the living room, my brother went up to his room. I was going to follow him, but my mom grabbed me. It was clear that staying in the house alone with two nearly non-verbal men was driving her nuts. She kept me up until almost 1:00 a. m. gossiping about the neighborhood, talking about some of my old friends from high school, and generally just annoying the hell out of me. But she meant well and she could be pretty good company.
The only down side was that when she finally decided to go to bed, I walked past my brothers bedroom and saw that he was passed out on his bed. I figured, based on his generally nervous disposition, that he hadn’t slept a lot the last few weeks. So I let him sleep. I figured I would get him the next day. It was such a strange feeling. Like the way I felt when I just started dating someone, infatuated with them. I wanted to be around Sammy all the time. But it felt deeper than that, because on top of that romantic and sexual infatuation was a deep love for my brother and the knowledge that passion can cool but real love stays.
Unfortunately, Christmas Eve turned out to be a particularly awful day, at least at first. I was planning on sleeping in but my mother woke me up around six and told me that she hadn’t bought anything for Christmas, because she wanted to go with me. I don’t know what she was thinking. We were at the store when the place opened up, but there were already like ten thousand people there. So for several hours we fought and kicked and punched our way through a sea of consumers, trying to grab the last remaining electronic gizmos and books and other shit we didn’t really need. The whole time, my mind was back at the house, thinking about my brother.
Finally, around six in the evening we made it back to the house. My dad was watching television and my brother was not visible. I assumed he was up in his room. I considered going up there, but my mom had stopped on the way home and bought food so I knew we’d be eating in a few minutes. I didn’t want to go upstairs and maybe start something I couldn’t finish.
Anyway, my mom called us all down to eat whatever it was she’d bought from Boston Market. This passes for traditional Christmas Eve fare at my house. At least it tasted okay. The next day my mom would cook a turkey and it would not be as pleasant.
My father was a little bit drunk at dinner, but he was at least in a good mood. He spent a lot of time talking to me about school and everything. I don’t dislike my dad the way my mom does or feel repulsed by him like my brother. I love him a lot and just wish that he could get his act together. He once had a family that loved him, now he was driving them away with his miserly attitude and drinking. But tonight that was forgotten and I sort of basked in the attention he gave me. I noticed my brother and my mom talking a little during dinner, but for the most part they were both quiet. Occasionally, when my dad wasn’t monopolizing conversation with me I would see my brother staring at me and I would smile at him. He would blush and look back at my mom. He was so cute! But finally, when he was finished eating, my brother slipped back up to his room and my mom started cleaning up.