It was only a peek, but it was enough. I had to pee while my brother Jak was showering, so I ran in to do my business. The shower was surrounded by frosted glass, and I tried to avert my eyes, but I couldn’t help but notice the way he… hung. It looked really big, like huge.
Ever since then, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I don’t even think he noticed. I started rubbing one out every day just thinking about it, about him.
I knew it was wrong. It felt dirty. But I couldn’t help myself. Jak was fit, and cute, and knowing he was bearing such a weapon turned me on in ways I couldn’t explain; and him being my brother made it inexplicably hotter.
I was hot for my brother.
I finally decided one night to tell him. I had been marinating on how I wanted to go about it, until I finally landed on just being plain honest. But maybe not face to face.
I took a nude in the mirror in my bedroom, making sure the light hit my breasts and hips and curves just right. I sent it to Jak with the message, “serious q: want to fuck?”
Dot dot dot, as he immediately began typing a reply. My heart pounded. His message popped up: “What kind of fuckin prank is this?”
I pondered how to respond, how to convince him I was genuine.
I opened the camera on my phone and snapped a closer pic of my pussy. I kept my labia waxed, but I like a bit of bush on the pubic mound. I used three fingers to spread the pink flaps for the photo.
I sent the photo with the text: “no, I rly want to fuck you. I think you’re hot lol”
I took a quick selfie of my tits and sent that as well, then sat down on my bed, then lying on my stomach, staring at the phone.
Dot dot dot.
Pause.
Dot dot dot.
Then, again, nothing. Text read at 10:11pm.
The knock at my door made me yelp in surprise. Then, nervously, I said, “Come in.”
The door opened slightly. Jak stood there, awkwardly, on the threshold. He had no shirt and black sweatpants. I looked over at him.
We stared at each other for what felt like eternity.
I decided to break the ice and I rolled onto my back and spread my knees, tucking my hips up toward him.
He stared, wide eyed, at my pussy. “You’re serious…?”
“Jak, get over here and put your big dick inside me,” I said, firmly but also teasingly. “Really. I really, actually want you to fuck me.”
“That’s… insane. Why?” He couldn’t peel his eyes away from my glistening sex.
“I saw you in the shower the other day, and I dunno,” I said, finally putting my hips down. I sat up to face him properly. “It looked big, and you have a really nice body. And a cute face. Do you not think I’m hot?”
“Well, I–! I don’t… I don’t know.” He blinked and shook his head and forced his gaze away from my breasts. “I guess. Like, I guess you look good.”
I held out my hand, reaching for his. Jak stepped into my bedroom, closed the door behind him, and let me take his hand in mine. I pulled him over slightly and put his hand on my right tit. He froze, then sort of seemed to force himself to relax. His hands were big, but still my breast overflowed in his fingers. He brushed his thumb across the nipple, erect, and rubbed it softly. He was shockingly tender; I didn’t expect such care from the man who still locks me out of the house when he knows I forgot my keys.
“You’re so gentle,” I said with aroused admiration. “Please, take off your clothes and get in my bed. I want to touch each other.”
Jak hesitated, froze.
“Can I take them off for you?” I asked softly, reaching for the elastic of his sweatpants.
He nodded, and quietly replied, “Yeah.”
He shuffled forward slightly, closer to me, and I reached out with both hands and slipped my fingers under the elastic. I felt no boxers or briefs underneath, only his warm skin and the slight bristle of shaven pubic hair.
I smiled up at him. He was looking away, but I could see his face was bright red. I tugged the sweatpants down and felt them catch on a thick erection. I carefully maneuvered the pants over his penis, and then pulled them the rest of the way to the floor. He shyly stepped out of them.
Face to face with it, I was stunned into silence. His cock was thick and heavy, it hung even when hard. It looked enormous in contrast to his little twink body.
“Can I touch it?” I asked softly.
“Yeah.” Jak still wouldn’t look at me.
I tucked my thumb under his cock and wrapped my fingers around it. Big, warm, stiff. His veins bulged. I started stroking it slowly; I cupped his balls with my other hand.
He let out a stifled moan and I reflexively clenched my pussy in response. I brought the tip to my lips and kissed the tip, first slowly, then slipped the head inside my mouth and massaged it with my tongue.
He moaned and shuddered. His hands balled into fists at his side.
It was too thick to fully deepthroat, but I swallowed his cock as deep as I could go while stroking the base.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he gasped. “That feels… really good…”
I slowly slipped his cock along my tongue and out of my mouth. He shivered again.
“Jak?”
The sound of his name finally got him to look at me, and our eyes locked.
“I want to fuck,” I told him. “I really, really want to fuck.”
Then, suddenly, he took my face in both hands.
A moment passed.
He leaned down and kissed me, right on the mouth. I reciprocated with equal force, passionately pushing my tongue into his mouth, as he did the same. I moaned with pleasure, with anticipation. Every nerve in my body was alive with sensual lightning.
Wordlessly, I scooted back on the bed and he followed me onto the mattress, climbing between my legs. He squeezed and massaged my tits, licking and sucking my nipples with practiced finesse.
Neither of us spoke a word; it would have ruined the illusion. Lifted the veil. He left a trail of kisses down my chest, my stomach. His lips tasted the inside of my thighs, leading up to the center.
I expected a quick fuck and he would run off in shame or guilt; this was something infinitely better. His mouth savored my clit; his tongue pushed all the right buttons. As I started writhing, bucking in pleasure, he wrapped one arm up under my thigh and put his hand on my tummy, and the other teased my pussy. One finger, then two; first he started with thrusting, then switched to massaging the g-spot inside, and switched back again.
My whole body was shaking, yet he held me firmly in place. I pushed my fingers into his dark hair and grabbed the back of his head.
The moans of pleasure turned into screams of ecstasy; I couldn’t contain it or control myself. He brought me to climax so quickly, and then maintained it. Orgasm after orgasm, he kept me cumming until I could barely breathe, and then some.
Then, an incredible rush, a grand finale. I came so hard I couldn’t think straight. Jak kissed my mound and slowly pulled his fingers out.
I lay there panting. The sheets suddenly felt… wet. I craned my neck to look down. I had squirted on my brother’s face and across my bedsheets.
“I… had no idea… you could do that,” I gasped out between breaths, shakily trying to recover. “…Water.”
Jak glanced around for a moment and saw my water bottle on the night stand. He moved out from between my legs and retrieved it for me quietly.
I grabbed it and took a long swig. “Thanks. I… uh, wow. Holy shit. Holy fuck.”
Jak sat on my bed next to me, silent for several seconds. “Can I, um, still have penetrative sex? With you?” he asked sheepishly.
“Yes, fuck, a thousand times yes!” I set the water bottle aside.
“When I, um… Well, when, y’know… can I do it inside you?”
I smiled over at him. “Yes.”
Again he crawled between my legs. He carefully guided his cock to my sheath. Slowly, he pushed it inside me, and it slid in with surprising ease, even given its size. He managed to bottom out inside her, quite impressively, and started thrusting his hips.
“Is this okay? Are you okay?” he asked. The way his dark eyes stared down at me with such genuine concern; I squeezed down on his cock and he let out a moan.Yes, baby, I can take it, I reassured him. Fuck me as hard as you want. Fuck, you feel so fucking good inside me. Oh my God.
He locked himself into a sturdy position and pumped into me hard and rhythmically.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.
“Fuck, fuck, Lucy, I’m gonna cum!” Jak pushed his hips into mine with a deep, guttural shudder. Reflexively his hips kept thrusting into me, even after climaxing, lost in the sensations, but ultimately I felt his cock begin to soften.
“Thank you.” I smiled up at him with a new adoration, a new sense of trust and connection. “I really like having sex with you.
Me, too.
He pulled out and rolled onto his back next to me.
I don’t think either of us knew where to go from there.
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