A Family Affair

Back in September, a few weeks after Kayla and I got home from New York, my brother was over on a Friday night to spend the evening with me. Kayla was at work and Ryan and I went to dinner, then came back to my house to watch a movie. When the movie was over we sat beside each other on the sofa, drinking beer and talking. Ryan separated from his wife earlier this year, so we talked about that for awhile, about how he felt about that and how things were going for him. Eventually, as we always do, we got around to talking about when we were kids. This time, though, we talked about when we were in high school, when he was a senior and I was a freshman and our relationship changed. The year I became a slut.

I lost my cherry the summer before I started high school and spent my freshman year making sure it didn't come back. I was cute and funny and would happily fuck and blow any guy who would let me, so I was quite popular for a freshman. Among the guys I spread my legs and lips for were most of Ryan's friends. Until that night in September this was something we had never talked about. I asked him then if he knew about it. Oh yeah, he knew, he said. Most guys wouldn't say anything to his face, but more than a few girls weren't so hesitant, so he had a pretty good idea what I was up to. He didn't know what he could do to stop it, though, and he just hoped that I was being careful (I was, then as now, more lucky than careful). The worst part, he said, was when it occurred to him that he was the one guy in the school who couldn't take advantage of the sure fuck.

I asked him if he ever wanted to sleep with me back then. He said that one day he was at his locker and he looked up and saw this great looking ass about ten feet away. He was just staring at it for a moment before he looked up and realized it was mine. He said that's when it finally occurred to him why everybody wanted to fuck me, aside from the fact that they could. It was because I was cute and had a good body, including a great ass. He said he realized then that if I hadn't been his sister that he would've done me.

We were sitting up against each other on the sofa. He had his arm around my neck and my head was on his chest. Putting my hand on his thigh, I asked him about now. Would he want to fuck me now? My hand moved to his cock and I could tell that whatever his verbal response was, physically the idea appealed to him. I lifted my head and kissed him, on the lips. As he responded my tongue entered his mouth and started playing with his. Without breaking the kiss, I shifted and straddled him, then started dry humping him. His hands moved up under my shirt, kneading my back, then around to the front, cupping by breasts, flicking, then pinching my nipples. I breathed and moaned in his ear, then gasped as one of his hands slid down into my pants and immediately into my very ready pussy.

Every once in awhile I have a special fuck, where a voice in my head is commenting to me about what's going on. It was there for my first fuck, with Derek, it was there the first time I made love with a woman, with two men, with three men, the first time I fucked for money, when I fucked a dog, sucked off a horse, fucked in public and with a t-girl. This was one of those times, as that little voice told me I was making out with my brother, kissing him, that his fingers were inside me, that he, my brother was licking my cum from his fingers.

I couldn't hold off any longer, I had to get that cock in my mouth. I opened his pants and slid down between his legs. He was already hard as I kissed it, then licked it, then took it all in my mouth as he moaned. I bobbed up and down on him, my saliva running down his shaft. I licked and sucked on his balls, then went back to his cock, my finger entering his asshole as I slowly, then quickly let him in and out of my mouth. I wanted him to cum in my mouth, I wanted to taste and swallow my brother's cum, but even more than that I wanted him inside of me, I needed him in my cunt. I needed my brother to fuck me.

I got up off of him just long enough to remove my pants and shirt, while he took off his pants, then I climbed on top of him again, straddling him and immediately taking him in me. Oh my god. My brother's cock, rock hard, was in me, in my pussy, fucking me. I kissed him, passionately, desperately, hungrily, while he fucked me hard and deep. We pressed against each other as if we both wanted his whole body to be inside of me. I moaned and groaned and sweated and trembled as he came inside me, as my brother filled my pussy with his cum. I rode him as long as I could, until he finally softened, then I immediately went down on him again, licking his cum and my juice from his cock and balls. I asked him if he wanted to eat me now, with my pussy full of his cum. From his reaction I don't think he'd ever done such a thing, but he said yes and I turned around and backed up and sat on his face and he licked and sucked on me as I dripped into him.

We went on for a couple of hours, kissing and cuddling, then fucking again. He ate me again, then fucked me in the ass (my brother! in my ass!! cumming in my ass!!!), then I licked him off again then kissed him, my tongue, with his cum on it, in his mouth. We finally fell asleep, with me mostly on top of him on the sofa. I woke after a while, covered him with blankets, and went to bed, where I fell asleep fingering myself while thinking contentedly of what we'd done.

I heard Kayla come home at about 3:30. She showered and toweled off, then powdered herself and climbed naked into bed beside me. As always, we embraced each other, wrapping ourselves around each other as we kissed. With her thigh between mine she pressed up against my pussy and could immediately tell I was wetter than I would be just because I was glad to be in bed with her. She put her hand down there and slid two fingers inside me, then tasted them. "Who'd you fuck," she asked me? Since she knew I'd planned to spend the evening with my brother and she'd passed him sleeping on the living room couch when she came in, she had good cause to ask whose cum was dribbling from my cunt. Before I could answer, she did for me. "You fucked your brother. I can't believe you fucked your brother." She wasn't mad at me, and certainly not shocked, or even surprised. She knew that I'd wanted to fuck him and that it was just a matter of time before I did. It's just that it's not every day that you run into someone, or crawl into bed with someone, who just fucked her brother. We lay there, quietly talking about it, about what Ryan and I had done and how I felt about it. While we were talking about this our hands were all over each other and finally Kayla ducked under the covers to eat Ryan's cum out of me. This left her pussy up in my face and we both had a very satisfying 69. Maybe more so for her, since she got to eat his cum. I have nothing against slurping up Kayla's pussy juice, but I'll take a cum cocktail any day of the week. When we were done we lay beside each other and I fell asleep with my arm wrapped around her and my hand cupping her breast.

When I woke in the morning she wasn't in bed. I'd been laying there in bed for a couple of minutes, waking up, when I noticed voices coming through the wall. I got up, put on a robe, and went out into the living room, where Kayla and Ryan weren't talking, they were moaning and sighing and fucking. He was on his back on the sofa and she was straddling him, as I had the night before. Judging from the cushions and pillows strewn about the room and the sweat on her back and breasts it seemed they'd been at it awhile. I wasn't surprised or upset. Kayla has always wanted to fuck Ryan but had held off because he was my brother and he'd been married. Now, it seemed, there was no reason not to fuck him. Her eyes were closed and Ryan, if his eyes were open, was facing away from me, so he couldn't see me. I fingered myself as I watched. Kayla came several times while I watched before Ryan finally came too. When he was done, she lay down on top of him and started kissing his neck. When she reached his mouth she lifted her hips and he came out of her. That's when I let them know I was there, moving to the side of the sofa, where I kneeled and pushed Kayla over to his far side, then licked his dick clean. That was just the appetizer, though. What I really wanted, and what I had next, was Kayla's pussy, still full of Ryan's cum. I stuck my nose, then my mouth between her legs and started licking away, the pleasure I usually find in eating cum out of a pussy heightened by my consciousness that it was my brother's cum I was eating out of my girlfriend's pussy.

After awhile the three of us moved back to the bedroom, where the king size bed gave us more room to play. We spend the morning touching, licking, tasting, and fucking each other. Ryan seemed especially pleased watching me and Kayla together, our tongues on our breasts or inside each other. That was the only time the three of us have had sex together, though I know Kayla has fucked him again and I have too, most recently Christmas night, after he followed me home from our mother's house. He would be a good fuck under any circumstances, but every time we fuck the experience is still heightened for me by the awareness that it's my brother whose cock I'm sucking or who is cumming inside of me.