The Fighter: Part Six [Brother; Sister; Forbidden Romance]

“This isn’t like you, Brandon.” Ashley says as she gently presses the cold-compression bag across his swollen knuckles. “That guy from your work even called, asking if you plan on coming back any time soon.”

The last thing Brandon wanted was to face Ashley tonight. He was actually hoping she would be out partying and doing her thing.

“I’m not going back.”

“Okay, so, did you beat those guys into another job?” His sister playfully asks while switching focus to his slightly cut cheek.

He didn’t leave the fight unscathed. But the damage isn’t nearly enough to keep him from beating McKenna.

“Where’s Danny?” He asks the one question he promised he wouldn’t.

“It’s Robert, by the way. And I wouldn’t know. I’m not his babysitter.”

The moment gets a little more awkward than it already is.

Jealousy hangs in the air, but neither of them want to admit or acknowledge it.

“I’m just asking.” Brandon tries to play it cool.

Unfortunately, he’s terrible at holding back when something is bothering him.

And Ashley’s new boyfriend is something that bothers him more than he cares to confess.

“If you really insist on knowing, I called it off. And don’t ask me why.”

“Why?”

Ashley gives her brother a strong and silent glare to indicate he’s pushing. She’s still pissed about him fighting behind the bar.

But she can’t maintain her anger. Not when it involves Brandon.

She’ll forgive him anything…anytime.

“The same reason your knuckles are swollen, I guess.” She says softly and unwillingly gets lost in his eyes.

Then, they kiss like two lovers – not like siblings. They grab and claw at each other’s clothes, not in a playful manner, but with pure incestuous lust for one another.

Nothing is going to stop what’s about to happen between them.

***

My cock stabs into Ashley’s lower-stomach as we stand naked in the middle of my bedroom, kissing in a way that will drive our parents insane. But she makes it impossible for me to hold back.

“Touch my pussy.” She asks using the sweetest whisper.

And as she requests, I slide my hand in between her warm thighs. While it’s not a totally unfamiliar feeling, it’s like I’m touching her for the first time. Only now, I do it without any reservation or restrictions.

Ashley clenches her legs around my hand like a vice grip as the pleasure builds. Her swollen clit is a holy piece of flesh underneath my fingertip, and I can’t wait to sink the same finger into her tight entrance. The sheer thought of touching her smooth walls, wet with excitement and hot with desire, have me biting into her shoulder.

At the same time, I reach around and scathe my palm across her slender back, where I settle my eager fingers on her tensing ass-cheeks. Her body tells me she’s anxious, and her hips swaying from side to side only confirm the message.

“I’ve missed you so much, brother.” Ashley whimpers with delight.

“I was dead without you, sis.” I whisper back.

I can’t take it anymore, and I don’t wait for permission to sink my finger inside her. Ashley gasps as I breach her inner-lips, making her switch from a swaying motion to one where she rocks back and forth. She heaves against the palm of my hand while clenching her walls tighter around my finger.

Up and down she flexes her lower body, fucking my finger like it’s my dick. Her toned thigh scathes against my erection, which pulsates beyond its usual limits, and her enchanting moans only get louder. She pants into my neck while I tempt the most sensitive parts of her enclosure, and I never want it to end.

***

When his tongue connects with my swelling clit, a tiny shock sprints through my body. Once again, I find myself shuddering underneath his warm breath. His hands never stop exploring every curve, not missing an inch between my ankles and neck. All the while he keeps tasting and teasing me with his tongue and those sexy lips.

I scratch at the hardwood floor just above my head, hoping it will absorb some of the nirvana that is streaming from pussy. But it’s not much use. My brain is in no condition to give orders, nor are my limbs capable of executing them. I’m left at the mercy of my lust, and whatever my brother does to me.

Before the signals of an oncoming orgasm begin to complete the circuit, Brandon stops. His hands slide off my skin and I can’t feel him anywhere. Enraged, I open my eyes and look up. It’s definitely not the time to stop.

But like a phoenix, he rises to his knees.

The excitement between my legs increases as I study the contours of his muscular chest and shoulders. The angel tattoo on his right arm folds its wings perfectly around his bicep, and his packed stomach leads the way to a very dangerous pelvic area. If there is one thing I’m not going to forget about my first time with Brandon, it’s his gifted package.

I shift my position to give Brandon space between my thighs, conscious of his skin against mine. I can almost hear his heart beating with insanity as he settles on top of me. It’s beyond incredible, and I’m utterly infatuated.

We are both panting, thanks to all the hormonal adrenalin, but the real rush is still coming.

With the distinct sent of my older brother filling my nose, the penetration begins. The big head of his cock separates the tender flesh of my tight slope, gradually embedding himself deeper, and placing that divine pressure on my pink walls. The warm throbbing increases as Brandon anchors his cock at my core, making my entrance strain at new levels never experienced before. He doesn’t stop until I gasp for air and push back against his powerful waist, as I attempt to accommodate the expanding package inside me.

There is no squirming underneath his pure muscle weight. I have to take it as best I can with the little room I have, which means biting down on his shoulder and digging my nails into his skin. But my reaction to the pleasure only motivates him to fuck me harder…and with more intent.

I’ve forgotten about our situation, along with the consequences of our actions. My only purpose in life is to engage this moment, then remember it for as long as my memory allows.

Brandon’s body thrusts on top of mine like a big ocean wave smashing against the rocks – dangerous and conflicted, but transcending and surreal at the same time. With every retreat and penetration, I sense my muscles getting tenser, anticipating the sweet release only he is able to give me. I cling to him so tightly, I can feel his heartbeat through my stabbing nipples.

Without much care for his injuries, I stop and push Brandon onto his back. Then I slowly mount him, massaging his cock with my pussy as I get more comfortable. My moist lips rubbing the length of his muscle makes it jolt successively every two or three seconds, and I can feel the distinct thumping against my swollen bud.

Then I grip his enraged cock, and I pull down on the sensitive skin at the head, paying attention to every curve and vein. It’s hot against my palm and my fingers can’t reach around it, which explains a lot.

I lift my lower body and guide the head of his package towards my soft pink opening, where I sink down and stir a groan from the big warrior underneath me. His hands scale my body, totally aware of where I want them and how much. He’s reading my mind as I plunge down, inching him deeper into my soul.

When I finally manage to swallow him completely, I realize who the man in front of me really is. With his muscle filling every space I have to give, and his fingers on my chest, listening to my heartbeat and falling in sync with my breathing, my taboo love has never been clearer.

He’s my soul mate.

Brandon isn’t just a small part of my broken history, because he is the complete picture my life should’ve been about all along.

My emotions catch up with my physical yearning, which leads to the most intoxicating nirvana and heavy grinding. Brandon doesn’t take his eyes off me as I ride him from every angle, swaying my hips as far as they let me. In turn, I experience his body shuddering every so often, while I play around with the tempo.

The pace naturally increases. The emotional high is reaching a peak, and I’m spurring it on with my clit against Brandon’s pelvis. I’m not getting off until my body suffers unimaginable spasms of pleasure and ecstasy.

But only after my brother leaves traces of himself behind.

Waves and waves of hot white seed, bursting inside me to solidify our sinful act.

That’s when I know I’m exactly where I need to be…

*The End*

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