[The beginning](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ab50cp/homecoming_part_1_adult_siblings_nudity_no_sex/)
[The Middle](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/abfu43/homecoming_part_2_shower_siblings_masturbation/)
When I woke up my brother wasn’t in my bed anymore. We carried on about our day as though nothing happened, though blushing glances were stolen from time to time whenever mom wasn’t watching us. We had the usual birthday dinner of my favorite meal, and the obligatory cake and ice cream after. That was that and I was officially 21!
Our day was only beginning after dinner. My brother had promised me the last time I saw him that he would take me out for my first legal drink at a bar for my 21st because he had to miss my 20th birthday. I got dressed “for appearances” and packed a bag with my real outfit. What mom doesn’t know won’t hurt her. As far as she knew I was wearing a red crop top, an almost knee length leather skirt, and a black lace bolero. Sexy enough to be believable, but still on the conservative side so mom wouldn’t flip out on me.
I did, however keep my makeup on the more natural side of things, with the only exception being a subtle smokey eye in a pretty purple shade to highlight my green eyes. My brother tried to keep his cool as I stripped down in the passenger seat to just my underwear and pulled the outfit I’d wanted to wear from my backpack in the back seat.
Admittedly it wasn’t the best idea as my brother missed two turns and almost ran over an old man who got a bit of an eyeful as I was only wearing a leather skirt and bra set at the time. I ended up in a micro-mini deep violet leather skirt and a hunter green corset style top with small lace gathers that fell on the upper part of my arm to resemble sleeves. The corset wasn’t super tight but it was definitely pushing everything in the right way. My purple bra strap showed due to the “off the shoulder” nature of the sleeve style, but it actually matched my skirt so it looked rather intentional.
Mom trusted my brother to keep me safe and out of trouble. She underestimated my ability to get him into trouble.
We didn’t go to the bar in town, we didn’t even go to the dive a couple of cities over. My brother drove me out to the big city and took me to a legit 21+ club. My brother walked up to the bouncer and whispered something to him, the bouncer looked me over and then let us inside with a smirk plastered on his face.
He promised me a fun night where I didn’t have to be responsible and he would look out for me and I held him to that. He bought me my first drink, a long island iced tea. I thought he was playing around and being brotherly in the “I don’t think you can hold your liquor so I’m buying you something simple,” kind of way. I literally thought it was tea and vodka…I was so fucking wrong.
I drank it, maybe a little too fast as my brother laughed at me, and then had to sit down for a few minutes as the actual multitude of alcohols almost immediately assaulted my brain. I just sat quietly for a minute, not willing to admit defeat as I fought the fuzzy feeling in my brain.
“What was in that?” I asked, certain he’d maybe drugged me or something stupid like that to scare me. I’d drank with friends illegally before and nothing had hit me quite that hard and fast.
He smirked, “A little bit of everything and a deceptive splash of cola.”
“So no tea at all?”
He shook his head, his smirk turning to a smile. He walked me over to the bar and called the bartender over, “Today’s her 21st birthday. Can you make like 10 different cocktails that are smaller than normal?”
The bartender looked me over and smiled, “I can, but you still have to pay for the full drink. I’ll mix the full drink and pour her a shot glass full. What flavors do you want?”
Max glanced back at me and I felt like I was on display as he turned his head back to the bartender, “Let’s go kid gloves and stick with fruity.”
The bartender nodded, “Still have to see her ID, and her name gets put on the board for anyone who wants to buy her a birthday drink,” he motioned to a chalkboard marked ‘Down the rabbit hole…’
It already had two names written on it, so Max agreed, figuring only a couple of people would make the effort. He was wrong.
Though I spaced everything out pretty safely and mostly only tasted instead of completely downing everything given to me, Max seemed nervous and hyper vigilant about policing the drinks I was being given. After a while I realized he just wasn’t having any fun and seemed more stressed over needing to protect me than enjoying spending time with me.
I grabbed his hand, “Drink with me,” I begged.
He shook his head, “I have to drive us home.”
I pouted and let my eyes get watery as I batted them at him, “We can crash somewhere until morning and drive home then. Please have fun and drink with me?”
I nudged one of my drinks towards him and he scowled but took it, “Fine, but I’m not getting drunk.”
I smiled and within an hour I had him finishing some of the drinks I hadn’t. He relaxed, and he smiled at me, reaching his hand over to me to push my hair away from my face, “You’re a very troublesome little sister.”
He was drunk. Roughly the same level of drunk as me, which was to say not capable of driving, but still capable of walking with slight effort to stay upright. The night got infinitely better as we danced between drinks and it wore on until the club closed around 2 AM. We were definitely still too drunk to drive home, so we started walking around the city looking for a hotel so we could get a room and crash until morning.
We were walking down an alley, a large sign on the other end beckoned with the name of a well known hotel chain and we’d already been walking for an hour, when my heel got caught in the weird brick path. I tripped and was laughing as my brother tried to keep me from falling, which just caused us both to tumble to the ground.
I lifted my head and looked behind me to see my shoe still stuck in the ground then looked back to my brother, who was under me, “My shoe fell off.”
He lifted up on his hands and looked past me as I re-positioned myself on his lap, and he brought his hand up to the back of my thigh and slid it up to my behind, “Anything else fall off along the way?” he whispered with a still tipsy smile on his face.
I tilted my head to the side and looked him in the eye, “Do you have any idea how much a leather and lace g-string costs, dear brother?” I whispered back with a deviant smile.
I rocked my hips against his crotch and he groaned as he looked down at me. His hand on my backside tightened and he pulled his hand up to my hip to hold me still, “You are my sister…”
I pouted and looked behind me and back down the alley as I started to get up, “I’m sure I can find some guy around here willing to…”
He squeezed my hip and held me against him, “That’s not fair…I’m supposed to…”
I leaned up and kissed him mid-complaint. My hands rested on the back of his neck and pulled him down closer to me as I continued rocking. He hesitated only for a moment before he hungrily kissed back.
I pulled free of the kiss and looked him in the eye, “You’re supposed to keep me safe…So you can either scratch this itch for me, or you can suffer with a hard and throbbing dick while some other guy’s cock gets off in me,” I reached between us and unzipped his pants, slipping my hand into the waist of his underwear so I could stroke him gently.
He groaned as I smeared his pre-cum around the head of his cock with my index finger. He grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand from his pants as he slid out from under me. I pouted for a second, but then he grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled his cock out.
“What a cocky mouth you have, little sister,” he cooed as he pulled me to his dick and pushed it past my lips.
I moaned and lifted my tongue to a point on the underside of his cock as he thrust himself deeper towards my throat. One of his hands gathered my hair and the other ensured his thrusts went down my throat as he held me at the perfect angle to accept him.
He only maintained it for a few strokes and his dick pulled free of my lips with a loud slurp, absolutely coated in my saliva as I coughed just a little. I looked up to him, my eyes watering and my lips curving into a smile as he clasped his hand under my chin and leaned down to kiss me softly.
He stood up and pulled me to my feet and into the darker shadows of the alley near a tall gothic building.
He pulled the straps of my bra down from my shoulders and tugged both my top and my bra until my breasts were sitting above the fabric. They were pushed down far enough that if I lifted my forearm, I would rip the sleeves of my top, and I really loved that top.
The air was cold and I shivered as he exposed me to it. He kissed me and ran the palm of his hand from my still clothed stomach and up under my breast, pushing and lifting it as he squeezed and caressed it through the kiss. He knelt down in front of me and pushed my skirt up then slid my panties down and stuffed them in his pocket.
He lifted my leg over his shoulder and proceeded to gently and slowly use his fingers to spread my pussy open, licking and prodding me until I moaned and pushed my hips towards his face. He didn’t let me orgasm. As I started grinding my hips against his tongue and lips, he pulled away from me, spun me around and pushed me up against the rough brick of the building.
He spread my legs from behind and lifted me from the ground just enough to push into me. I whimpered and instantly tightened myself around him and he grabbed my thigh and pulled my leg open as he reached around me with his other hand and fondled my well lubricated clit. I squirmed and he moaned. I moaned and he thrust hard, scraping my nipples against the rough brick.
His fingers and cock kept me just on the edge of release and he lowered his lips to my neck, kissing softly as he made his way to my ear, “Beg me to let you cum, ‘Lex,” he groaned breathily to me.
I turned my head towards him, a deep lust evident on my face as I moaned through his thrusts and gentle caressing, I panted as I begged, “May I please cum on your cock, brother?”
He smiled and quickly positioned me on my hands and knees in front of him, his fingers worked my clit faster and his cock pumped in and out of me harder and deeper, until I was practically being pushed to the ground. He used his hand to lift my hips and he smacked my ass gently to get my attention, “Fuck me back, ‘Lexi, show me how badly you want to cum,” he demanded.
I put my hands flat on the ground and pushed myself back to meet his thrusts, his balls slapped against my pussy as he bottomed out in me and his fingers dipped down to get the pussy fluids dripping from me so he could slick my clit faster and more aggressively without hurting me. I wasn’t letting him push me forwards anymore no matter how hard he thrust into me. He moaned and stopped thrusting for just a moment, seemingly trying to contain himself and prevent him from cumming in me.
I lifted my hips higher and put much effort into thrusting back towards him as he he came forward into me again, “Cum for me now little sister,” he moaned to me.
His cock was like a throbbing rock and I cried out as I felt myself tighten around him in sudden spasms. He kept rubbing my clit as he put one hand on my stomach to feel my muscles tighten and release as I orgasmed with his cock deep inside of me. His fingers slowed down and began gently caressing my clit, coaxing me through the orgasm as I squeezed and choked his cock inside of me.
He moaned in my ear, “That’s it, cum for big brother.” He stayed still as my orgasm subsided, then he pulled himself from my pussy and grabbed my hand to pull me back around towards him. He stroked my hair and swiped his thumb across my lips as he smiled at me, “Would you like to taste your cum on my cock ‘Lex?” he taunted as he held the head of his cock just out of reach of my partially opened lips.
I nodded and he pulled away from me and tucked himself back away in his underwear and began fastening his jeans again. He was still hard and it seemed almost painful for him to do so. He pulled my top back up over my breasts and tugged my skirt down cover my pussy then retrieved my heel from the brick pathway and took the other one off of my other foot. I whimpered and he pulled me up to my feet.
“Then don’t ever try to use your safety as a bargaining point again,” he said as he straightened my hair and wiped away some of my smeared makeup. “Now, if you’re a good girl for the rest of the walk to the hotel, I promise you a room with a hot tub and a very eager and willing to please big brother for the duration of our stay in that hotel room, okay?”
I nodded and clung to his arm as he held my shoes and we walked the rest of the way down the alley towards the bright light of the hotel sign.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/abr1is/homecoming_part_3_siblings_power_play_public