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Author’s Note:
All characters in this story are eighteen years of age or older. All characters and events in this story are fictional. Any similarity to persons, living or dead, or events is purely coincidental.
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I hated my brother Kent. Of course, when I say hate, I’m not exaggerating. I despised him to the core of my very being.
We are only eleven months apart in age, and that put him just one year ahead of me in school. School being a very small, very private, and even more so, religious school. No dancing, no movies, no music that wasn’t church approved, and chaperoned dates, if you found somebody worth ‘dating’. The worst part was the expected attire. Skirts and dresses. Skirts and dresses. Should I say it again for emphasis? Maybe you get it.
I rant, but it’s that bad. And Kent didn’t make any of it any easier. He was the quintessential Star. Jesus would have been jealous. Athlete, scholar, musician, suave speaker, public and private. If he had set his mind to it, he could have talked Mother Teresa out of her panties and had his way with her. All the girls in school drooled as he passed in the hallway, even though I didn’t think he was that good looking. There were cuter guys, but not as smart, or athletic, or just plain talented.
Living in Kent’s shadow, just a year behind him in school, was hell. Even this year, my senior year, the year after my brother graduated, his shadow loomed hard and heavy over my head.
The way we were raised, Kent and I, stripped us, or at least me, of any feeling of adulthood, even though I had turned eighteen months ago. He had gone against the hopes and dreams of our parents, and gotten a job after high school instead of going to Bible college. Maybe that was why I had forced myself on him, that night in a hotel with my parents asleep next to me. I felt he was my best option, in this environment.
That and every fiber of my being wanted specifically him.
I hated him with a loathing. Especially after I fucked him. That’s why we never, ever had a conversation, except when we were naked, or about to get that way. Then, and only then, I wanted him so badly that it hurt. My heart actually ached when I looked at him and thought of his naked body against and inside mine.
I still hated him, and everybody around us knew it. They could see it.
I hated him most because he made me feel so good. He wasn’t like people said men were. Aside from our first time, with our parents in the bed next to me, he always, and by always I mean every single time, and multiple times, brought me to a thunderous climax. Before, during, or after, and usually some of each, he shot his load. I couldn’t imagine having better sex, even though his was the only sex I had at that point.
But something was changing. I kind of liked him, and had almost smiled at him one morning at breakfast. That brought some beads of sweat to my forehead. If anybody thought we might get along, I would be horrified.
I hadn’t seen his powerful, masculine nakedness in a few weeks though. Since we were adults Escort bayan now, my parents decided we could be trusted, and they left for a weekend church retreat on Saturday, coming back Sunday evening. Before they left, we each had to promise to go to church on Sunday.
I went to a friend’s house Saturday night to knit, or something. That was a joke, but I’m pretty sure it was something equally exciting. None of my friends gave any indication they would ever consider sex before nuptials, or dancing, drinking, miniskirts or tight tops.
My friend’s mom and dad brought me home around eleven, and I went straight to my bed and to sleep. I woke early, and horny. My bedroom was across the hall from the bathroom, the only bathroom in the house with a shower, so I lay in bed, listening.
He must have tried to be quiet coming up the stairs. The first I heard of my Big Brother was the water for the shower come on. I was ready though. I had ‘forgotten’ to wear anything to bed, so nothing needed to come off in preparation.
I was also prepared for him to be a stupid guy, and had retrieved the straight piece of metal that was kept above the bathroom door that would unlock it from the outside. I didn’t need it though.
Kent jumped and tried unsuccessfully to cover himself when I pulled the shower curtain open.
“Hey!” he shouted as he struggled to cover the gorgeous hunk of meat between his legs. His eyes were wide with fear, and I tried not to giggle. I failed, but covered my mouth to try and squelch it.
My eyes leisurely took in his body, from neck to knees, and back to his eyes. I was, of course, naked myself, one foot resting on the side of the tub and one hand still holding the shower curtain back.
“I didn’t scare you enough to keep you from getting a boner, I see,” and I giggled again, this time openly without trying to stifle it.
I stepped into the shower and wrapped my arms around his waist and raised up on my tip toes to kiss him long and deep. The water was hitting me on the top of my head, drenching my hair and running over my face and down my back.
My nipples were pressing against his chest as I reached down and took his erect cock in my hand and started to stroke him while we kissed. He was as hard as a rock in my hand, and I badly wanted him inside me. It was the right time of month, so we were going to fuck today. I knew, he might not yet though.
“I missed you so much, Big Brother,” I whispered as I broke our kiss and looked up at him. Water was spraying in my eyes, and I had to bat them a few times to clear it away. He smiled, like he thought that was for him.
“I missed you too, Little Sister.”
“What are we going to do now?” I asked in my best little girl voice.
“You’re very dirty, so I’m going to clean you up good. Then I’ll need you to clean me up good afterwards.” Kent’s eyes had a fire in them, and it lit a fire in my pussy.
My brother grasped my small hands away from his throbbing cock and lifted them both toward the ceiling with one of his Bayan escort strong hands, and spun me around with his other. I felt very vulnerable with my arms pinned above my head and I pressed my ass against his hard cock.
He reached for the soap with one hand and released my hands from the other. I started to lower my arms, but he grabbed them again and raised them over my head. He had a towel in his hand somehow, and wrapped it tightly around my wrists and draped them over the shower head. I could have pulled them lose easily, but that’s not what my Big Brother wanted.
I felt totally vulnerable now, and I loved the feeling. Almost as much as I loved the way his hard dick felt pressed into the length of my butt crack.
His hands started to caress my chest and stomach, lathering my naked, wet skin with soap. I couldn’t keep from grinding my butt against him, raising and lowering myself to feel his cock rubbing itself the length of my ass.
“Big Brother…” I panted out to him. I wanted him. I needed him to possess me, to fill me, to love me.
When his hands found my throbbing pussy and her hot, swollen lips and knobby clit, he pulled his hips away from me. I whined just a little, but his other hand found my butt cheek and began to caress first one, then the other, running through my crack and over my puckered sphincter.
I was struggling to breath. My face was leaning against the cool tile wall, hands and arms still suspended above me as he slid first one, then two fingers inside my aching pussy. He massaged my clit with his thumb as he slid his fingers in and out of me.
Soon his thumb found my butt hole, and pressed firmly around it’s edge before slipping inside.
“Oh god, Ke… Big Brother, yes!” I panted against the wall and pushed my hips back toward him.
His fingers and thumbs were suddenly moving in unison. His fingers thrust in and out of my flaming pussy, and his thumb turned back and forth in my butt to their rhythm. He had never done that with his thumb, and I was definitely struggling to breath.
I thought I was going to pass out, until my tension released in a huge, shuddering orgasm that rocked my entire body, from head to foot. Wave after wave of pleasure swept through me as he continued to thrust and twist inside me.
My knees buckled and my Big Brother caught me in his strong arms before I collapsed on the floor. The last few shudders of my orgasm were in his arms, held tightly against his body.
As I caught my breath, I turned in his arms, feet dangling above the floor, and kissed my Big Brother passionately. Our tongues danced together inside our mouths as I lifted my knees and crossed my ankles behind him. His hands found my butt cheeks and squeezed.
“Your hands are right there, put your wonderful cock where it belongs,” I plead, looking in his eyes.
I felt his hardness press firmly against my crack, and bend as he tried to pull it between my legs. I tightened my thigh muscles against his hips and I felt his mushroom shaped head slide Escort lower in my crack until it slid into place against my pussy hole.
I slowly relaxed my legs and could feel him glide, a tiny bit at a time, inside me until my clit was pressed to his pubic bone and he was completely inside me.
“Big Brother, I love you… er cock inside me.” I don’t know what was wrong with me, I had almost said his name, and now I’ve told him I love him. I hoped he didn’t notice either slip of the tongue.
It felt to my legs like I was working out, but to my pussy it felt like I was already in heaven. Probably though, after wanting so badly to let my Big Brother fuck my brains out, that was about as close to heaven as I would ever get. I didn’t care, my pussy impaled on his manhood, thrusting in and out of me as I lifted myself up and down with my legs, was well worth any price.
I could feel myself climbing ever closer to that precipice I so wanted to fall over again.
“I’m gonna cum… cum… with me…God!” I screamed, but it was too late. I was cumming again, squeezing his cock in my pussy, trying to milk the cum out of him, but he wasn’t there yet.
I slid down his body, off his dick, and onto my knees on the floor. His beautiful cock was against my cheek, and I could feel it twitch and throb as he lifted and turned me. I felt his cock now resting on the top of my butt as I bent forward, barely supporting my weight on my shaky legs.
My brother slid his penis the length of my butt, up and down, a few times. He stopped at the hole in the middle of my crack and pressed.
“Big Brother! Noo!” I squeaked. I didn’t want that. I never, ever wanted that, had never considered it, or wished it.
I reached above me to the rack in the corner and found a bottle of shampoo. Twisting behind me, I squeezed about half the bottle into my butt crack.
I wanted him to have it, just as I had realized I wanted him to have my pussy as his erection pierced my hymen that night in the hotel.
“Take it, Big Brother. Fuck my virgin ass, and fill me with your cum.” I was seriously pleading, begging him to fuck my ass. I was definitely going to hell, no question about it now.
I whimpered as his enormous cock head pushed inside me. It hurt, but he stopped immediately once he was inside with just the tip, then pushed a little further, then a little bit more. He was slowly working his way inside my ass with his hard cock, and it didn’t hurt nearly as much.
By the time his pelvis was pressed against my soft butt, the pleasure of giving this to him too far outweighed any discomfort. I wanted him to fuck me now.
“Fuck me, please, please Big Brother, fuck me.”
His thrusts were slow at first, but as my whimpers turned to moans of pleasure, his tempo increased.
“You were my Captain Kirk,” I panted.
“Then a second time…” I managed between gasps of pleasure.
“You’ll always…”
“be my only…”
“Captain Kirk!” I screamed as another orgasm rocked my body, and I felt my brother’s dick jerk and twitch inside my rectum, filling me with cum, his glorious, beautiful, cum.
We were late for Sunday School, but we kept our promise to the parents. A couple of friends commented to me that I seemed to be in a good mood.
“It’s a good day, that’s all.”
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