I was two drinks deep into the evening playing Smash on the Nintendo when my girlfriend and her older brother had just slammed me off the screen, solidifying mt elimination from the match. The match was now down to just them. Despite having to duke it out themselves now, they both cheered that their mutual enemy was out of the picture.
I put the controller down as I watched their characters duke it out. Both of them having well mastered the movesets and danced a waltz of a match. It seemed like the click would run out before either one yielded or bested the other.
“Fuck you! Just let it happen!” Becca shouted at him. I took the moment to look at her and take her in. No matter how undid-up she was, even in her most candid of states, my girlfriend was a dick raiser. Plump and weighted c-cup breasts wrapped in a spaghetti strap black top. Her tits bounced as she would jump and shift while on the defense. Tight jeans with the g-string if her black thong peeking above their waistline.
The real pull, aside from that tight, petite, hourglass body of hers, was that tomboy bob red hair that showcased her neck, and pale skin. I often got lost in her blue eyes and the seemingly naivety in her smile. We were both twenty-four, but she looked like she had freshly turned eighteen. Somewhere a woman was trying to barter with the devil to have Becca’s genes.
“Fuck!” She yelled, nearly throwing the controller as her character was blasted off the screen with a satisfying ‘pow.’
“That’s what you get! Mess with me and get fucked!” Greg laughed back at her.
He had come into town for a visit. He was five years our senior but, despite the age gap, she and he were very close. I often heard stories about them growing up and being each other’s rocks during the tough times through their growing pains.
Greg was a gym junkie, and he missed absolutely no days. He wasn’t bodybuilder huge, but I wouldn’t want to be in a scrap with him. A nerd at heart, however, having grown up in the company of video games.
We had gone through another round of drinks and a few more games when my eyes were beginning to give in to the late hour. It seemed that sleep was inevitable. The siblings were still at their usual kick-each-other’s-ass level energy. Sibling rivalry truly is a thing.
“I’m gonna call it,” I said. “You staying the night, Greg?”
Greg looked at his cell to read the time, then shook his head. “Nah man, I should get back home.”
“Are you good to drive?” Becca asked. “I can get some spare blankets and fix up the couch for you.”
“Nah. Thanks, though.”
Becca rolled her eyes with a huff of annoyance at her brother’s stubbornness. “Alright,” she began to reason. “Well, I’ve only had one drink so let me drive you back.”
“It’s OK.”
“Nope!” Becca grabbed his keys and stood up with her signature take charge attitude that made my duck yearn to pump my load deep between her full cheeks. Her midline was exposed as her low ride jeans could have used a tug up. “Grab your shit and let’s go. Jim can pick me up in the morning. Come on.”
Becca took a step over to me and landed a kiss upon my cheek as she stood up on the toes of her black converse as Greg made his way to the door with a stumble. He gave a turn to look back.
“Thanks for letting me hang out, man,” he said.
“Anytime,” I replied. “Don’t let her boss you around too much.”
He gave a wink. “No more than I’ll allow her.”
“Uh-huh, let’s go smartass.”
Becca pushed him out the door and they were gone. I was disappointed by the outcome since I was hoping to have gotten the alone time with Becca before we passed out. However, there was always tomorrow, and I probably wouldn’t have been able to get a decent hard on due to the alcohol. Nothing a couple glasses of water and thirty minutes couldn’t fix.
I picked up the living room and turned off the TV and Nintendo system, chugged a glass of water and headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I was no more than a few strokes of the brush against my gums when I felt my dick fill up with some signs of life. I probably could have performed just fine. I was going to fuck the shit out of Becca in the morning.
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I woke at three in the morning, disturbed by the sounds of voices coming from the living room. I sat up, startled, and cursed myself. Had I forgotten to lock the door before I had allowed myself to sleep?
As I listened, I recognized it was Becca talking with someone. I was elated to hear she had made it back, my dick was, too.
I sat up from the bed and walked to the bedroom door in only my briefs. However, with my hand on the door, my heart sank and time seemed to slow as I heard her voice change from her usual tomboy strength into that feminine coo that only I ever bolstered from her.
“We can’t do this here,” I heard her say followed by another voice.
“You know you want to,” came the hushed voice of a man.
Through the door I could hear the shuffling of movements and deep breathing. A loud rip sounded, quickly followed by a moan of excitement from Becca.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Becca said. “Mmm.”
My dick stiffend and I felt a deep desire to thrust within warm walls of inner soft flesh. I was aroused by the sounds of my girlfriend with another. My heart was breaking as my dick was aching.
“Sit down on the couch,” Becca said and I heard the weight of her mystery partner drop onto the cushions. The sound of his belt and jeans being undone cut through the space between them and the bedroom. “Such a nice cock.”
My heart was no longer broken, it had died and, in its wake, only a primal desire remained. I gripped the door handle and opened cautiously enough to peak out.
“Oh, fuck, girl,” the man groaned, accompanied by the sounds of sucking and gagging.
My raging dick throbbed, pushing beyond its limits as I watched Becca’s naked back writhe with a fluidity as her head bobbed up and down while on her knees. Her ass was threatening to pop out of her jeans.
The man leaned back on the couch with her knelt between his legs. His head was tilted back, but the tattoo on his toned arm gave him away and my cock dripped as the revelation befell me.
Greg reached down, grabbed a hold of Becca’s hair, and pressed her down. She gave a deep, guttural gag as she choked on his cock. She moaned out her approval as he let her up.
She gasped and started stroking his shaft with wet smacks from the thick spit coating his length. “Trying to kill your little sister?”
She giggled and continued to give him violent head. She moaned on every upward motion of her neck as his hand ran along her upper back.
“Oh, fuck…” Greg said as he contorted his face with a look of either determination of endurance or pain.
Her gags became more rapid as she moaned along his dick. “Mmmhmmm…mhm…mmm.”
Greg pulled her head up and his cock out as he began to jerk himself off. He twitched and writhe as her breath was paced and audible.
“Yeah, baby, fun for me. Cum for your little sister,” she said with excited exasperation.
Greg tensed his body. “Fuck!”
He twitched and she giggled with pauses of surprise as he held her face in the blast zone of his erupting cock. My own dick begged for me to join them, to go out there, rip off her jeans and stuff her good.
As he relaxed and let go of her hair, Becca turned back toward the bedroom. Her eyes locked with mine. Her face was covered with his thick load running down her nose and lips. She smiled at me and bit her bottom lip as if to taunt me.
It all faded as I woke to the sound of my alarm. It was seven o’clock on the dot, and I cursed at the fact that I had been blue balled by my own head. Fuck.
I laid there, reliving through the dream. It was so taboo. The very idea of my girlfriend sucking off her own brother was so absurd and so disturbing, but no denying the effect it had on me. To say that I was pitching a tent would be an egregious understatement. Where the fuck did that come from?
Incest and taboo fantasies were never my thing. You could go through my search history for days upon days and find nothing of the sort. There were plenty of gangbangs, threesomes, cheating, sharing, swinging, but no incest fantasies. Not even step siblings.
My phone dinged and I was excited to see Becca had texted me.
Becca: “You up?”
Me: “In more ways than one.”
Becca: “Oh? Better come get me then.”
Me: “omw”
I had freshened up, brushed my teeth and put on new clothes as I grabbed my keys and headed for the door. Despite the total of fifteen minutes that it had taken and my focus having been on my tasks, my dick was unyielding.
I drove the ten minute drive with a tightness in my pants that caused enough discomfort for me to daydream about how I had to use it. Yes, that normally twenty minute drive was cut in half as I sped the entire way there. I practically parked with a screech of the tires outside Greg’s apartment. His car was gone.
Becca: “Door is unlocked. Come up. Almost ready.”
With each step toward the building, my mind kept thinking about the image of Becca’s red hair bobbing up and down in her brother’s lap. Her pale, weighted, plump tits bouncing as she gagged and moaned.
Like she had said, the door was unlocked, and I let myself in. “Becca?”
Her voice came from the bathroom of the single bedroom apartment. “Hey! I’m almost ready.”
“OK,” I said as I looked around the apartment. The living room looked hardly used. No signs of any living. It was clean and dud not resemble a bachelor pad at all. As I continued to observe, I realized that there was no blanket or pillow on the couch.
My dick twitched and my heart dropped. I felt adrenaline pump through me as I walked into the bedroom. The blankets were folded over and disheveled on both sides of the small, full sized bed. My heart stopped when seeing Becca’s jeans folded on the nightstand, and her socks and shoes resting at the base of it.
The bathroom door opened. “Alright, almost ready.”
I turned to see my girlfriend walk out of the bathroom in just her spaghetti strap black high cut top and her barely there thong. That tiny fabric was all that had separated them from joining in a forbidden tussle of orgasmic bliss.
“What’s up?” She asked after giving a quick read on my demeanor.
Her voice was the tipping point and I couldn’t hold off the need for her at that moment. With a single step, I closed the gap between us and, gripping her waist, pinned her against the wall. I hooked my fingers around her g-string and tugged upward.
“Holy shit!” She exclaimed as the fabric tore and left her exposed to the room. “What has…mmm.”
My lips cut her off as I forced my tongue between her lips. She moaned as her tongue began to dance with my own and as my hand ran up along the hourglass curve of her waist, under top and groped her firm tit.her warm softness felt so pure beneath the caress of my fingers.
Still holding her to the wall, I slid my other down beyond the gentle tickle if her furry red, well trimmed pubes and, once I felt how wet she was, shoved two fingers into her tight hole. Her opening clamped around my knuckles as I flexed and curled to hit her weak spot.
“Mmm!” She broke from our kiss. “Holy…shit…mmm…wait, wait…ugh.”
Her protests only made my desire more intolerable, and I curled my fingers more rapidly. She began to writhe against the sheetrock and lifted a leg as she bit onto her lip, squealing. Her eyes rolled up as her jaw dropped and she gave a gutteral grunt as I brought her to the edge.
“Don’t…stop…mmm….” She grunted.
I removed my fingers. She gasped and whined for having been so close. But in my mind, she had had all the fun she needed last night. This was for me.
With one hand I undid my jeans and released my cock, as angry as it had ever been, from its confines. I grabbed the underside of her leg and rubbed the tip of my dick against her soft pink lips, coating myself in her juices. I pressed my other arm against her chest, lifting her shirt and revealing her beautiful pale tits.
I looked her in the eye as she began to move her hips, helping to lube my cock for its entry. Her breaths were heated and eager, and my dick dripped as I thought about the bed beside us. My mind filled with perversions of how she and Greg could have used it.
I thrusted my cock into her wet depths with a quick jab of the hip, nearly inserting my entirety into her. Her hot body jolted from the sudden but wanted invasion as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
I pumped fast and hard. Her firm ass cheeks bounced against the wall and back into my pelvis, stirring mind numbing slaps from our rapid impacts. She moaned deeply.
I moved my other hand down to the opposite leg and lifted it up to my waist, allowing myself deeper inside her, and slamming into her against the wall. Her feet bounced out behind me and she stared down at where we connected, watching my dick leave and enter her.
“Holy shit….ugh…” she voiced in a raspy whisper.
The wet sounds of our fucking was stirring every primal need within me to conquer. I turned, sliding my hands down to cup her round. With each step towards the bed, I bounced her up and down. I wanted to give no moment of reprieve.
“Shit. Shit. Fuck…oh…god.”
She shrieked from fright as I dropped her to the bed. My cock slid out of her dripping snatch and she bounced on the mattress.
“Turn over,” I said as I guided her with my hands firmly gripping her hips. With her ass on full display, I kicked off my pants from my ankles.
She positioned herself onto all fours with her legs anchored wide apart. Her ass beckoned for my cock to split her open and drive with full force into her. But her body was so hot and I wanted to savor the moment.
Becca quivered as I ran my hands down her back and ran my cock along the length between her cheeks. I groped at her ass, feeling the fatty, warm, and soft skin jiggle from our motions. With a firm pull back, I slapped the pure, pale skin. She shrieked with a moan as the blow rippled and left a red mark from the impact. I landed another and she flinched.
“Fuck!” She shouted. I slapped again. “Fuck! Shit! Ah!”
With her ass fully reddened by the consecutive slapping, I lined up my cock to her shimmering and swollen pussy. I reached forward, grabbing a clump of her short red hair, and pulled. Her back arched upward and caused her ass to push upward. I anchored one foot on the bed, grabbed her waist with my free hand and thrusted my length fully inside her. She cried out with bliss and my body trembled from the feeling of her walls forming to my shape. Her womb tickling the tip of my dick.
I pumped hard with loud slaps as her ass clapped against my abdomen. She bounced up and down, back and forth, as I pulled and pushed her to my rhythm. Her arms swayed to and fro as I held her up by the hard clasp of my fingers tangled in the bunch of her hair.
Becca moaned and made sounds I hadn’t heard escape her before. Again, that feeling like it was all new, and a new sensation like I was taking something that wasn’t mine. I was devouring her upon her brother’s bed, like I was punishing her for betraying me. Even though in my heart I knew it was only in a dream.
“Oh, fuck, oh, shit!” I felt her spasm and her pussy clenched and relaxed as it gushed. Her heat radiated through my cock and into, what I could only describe as, my soul, or my very being.
She continued to spasm, shaking and twitching. It was more than my overexcited cock could bear, but I wasn’t going to end it like this. I had to own her. I had to shame her.
As her orgasm reached its end I gave one last, final, and abrasive thrust into her. She jolted forward and stiffened as another shock of pleasure flooded her body. I held her up, remaining balls deep, grinding, and listened to her exhausted breaths. I remained still as I felt my body quake as I unleashed my pent up load inside her, her womb tickling the tip of my cock. Each spurt sent a tremor through me and I felt weightless and unbound. After I popped off my final shot, I let her fall back to the soft bedding.
I sat down on the edge of the mattress, collecting myself, and ran my finger up the soft skin of her thigh. She twitched from the tickle and giggled. The sight of my cum dripping out onto her brother’s blanket or of her pusdy put a smile on my face and gave a huge sense of accomplishment.
“Ugh,” she groaned as she squirmed up to her feet. “Now I need to clean up again.”
I chuckled. “Sorry.”
She leaned down and kissed me. “Don’t be. That was great. Be right back.”
Becca walked to the bathroom and closed the door. The sound of the faucet hit the noise of her movements and I was alone in her brother’s room.
I looked down at the puddle we had made and my grin only grew wider. That was the best. I got up and stretched. When I leaned down to grab my pants, and as I was fixing my belt, I noticed the freshly used condom on the floor. Semen leaking out and pooling on the carpet.
My blood ran cold, my body hollow and my dick pulsed.
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