My Brother, My Lover

My Brother, My Lover

Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Analyn confesses her love for her brother and their history.

Summary

Analyn confesses her love for her brother and their history.

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Submitted: January 11, 2018

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Submitted: January 11, 2018

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“Damn, you're good. Mmm... did a boyfriend teach you this?” she was much too practiced for a girl so young.

She released me from her mouth and said, “No, my brother did.”

“Your brother?” I found myself shocked and intrigued.

“Yes, but now I date other men too,” there was a gleam in her eye and a quick smile.

She said she was nineteen, though she looked younger. So much so that I made her show me her driver license. She was being truthful. Analyn was petite and fresh-faced. Long shiny dark hair pulled into a ponytail added to her young features. Her olive skin was silky smooth and blemish free. She had large, smiling dark eyes that seemed to look right through you. We met only the day before at, of all places, a Dairy Queen where she was working. Her beautiful ethnic qualities ignited my carnal desires immediately. We hit it off and I suggested we see each other when her shift was over. She agreed. Somehow we ended up parking at the river to talk and hopefully make out.

I had to learn more about her incestuous confession.

“When did this start with your brother?”

“Well...let’s see…” She closed her eyes in thought as she continued to hold me in her warm diminutive hand.

“We always slept in the same bed when we were young because my parents didn’t have the money for a larger house. It took all they could earn to feed us and put clothes on our backs, you know. Jimmy and I thought it was natural to sleep together in the same bed until I was about ten years old. That’s when we moved into a new house and had separate beds. We missed being together. For the longest time, one of us would sneak into the other’s room so that we could sleep together.”

“Were you doing it then?”I asked.

“Not really. We played around and discovered the differences in our bodies. Later on, Jimmy would sometimes get hard and we thought that was funny. He would sometimes put it between my legs and play like we were having sex. But we didn’t know what we were doing. It felt good and made me feel... funny. I didn’t know it then but I suppose I was getting turned on,” Analyn giggled.

"I used to like running around the house naked. I still do, when I’m alone. My mom didn’t like it but my dad always said, “Leave the girl alone. She can be how she wants in her own home.” He used to look at me a lot in those days and I loved to snuggle with him on his lap. I wasn’t the same as with Jimmy, but we were close."

“That’s about the time Jimmy found my dad’s girly magazines. I think I was ten then. The magazines showed people having sex, oral sex, anal, just about everything. He shared it with me and at first, I thought it was gross. Later, those same pictures made me feel that tingling sensation and a desire for Jimmy to touch me. I decided I wanted to try some of the things I saw. That’s when I began to touch myself in the bath and in bed too. We, Jimmy and I, experimented a lot after that. That’s when I realized that I was an exhibitionist. I wanted men to look at me like they did those women in the books.”

The girl was being chatty but, I enjoyed the topic and her caresses. It was as if she needed to confess to someone or maybe it excited her to see my reactions. Whatever, she knew how to play on men’s carnal desires. It was working.

Analyn continued, “The real sex started when Jimmy and I were playing around one night. He said he wanted me to kiss him down there and after that, we did it all the time. I made him kiss me there too. We had only fondled each other before that. I was always fascinated with the way his penis grew when I touched him. On road trips, when we were supposed to be asleep in the back seat, we would play with each other, under the blanket. That was exciting because mom and dad were in the front seat. I remember how excited and naughty it felt, getting away with something. You know, being sneaky and all?” I guess they never caught on.”

“Later on is when we actually started having sex rather than touching and teasing one another. I really love my brother and together we learned what to do. I read about birth control and we realized that we needed to use something. It wouldn’t do to get pregnant. After that, we did it every chance we got.”

“Often we would slip away and have quick oral sex or regular intercourse. By that time, we knew we were “different” from our friends and we didn’t talk to anyone about it. We’ve done it ever since. When I started having periods, I would give him oral. He always made it up to me afterward. He's good about that.

“Sometimes when our parents went away for the weekend we would play our game of “strip bar”. I would dress up and dance for him. It made us both hot. I liked to imagine all the other men in the bar were watching me, looking at my naked body.” The girl played my cock back and forth on her wet smiling lips, looking up at me, her dark eyes locked on mine.

“Did you have other boyfriends then? I asked, captivated by her childish honesty and willingness to tell me her story. I was hot as hell listening to her tale.

“I remember the first time I tried it with another boy. He didn’t know what he was doing and it was over in less than a minute. It made me want my brother all the more. So for the longest time, I didn’t date other boys. I was the happiest being with my brother.”

“Do the two of you still have sex?” I probed.

“Yes, but now he’s away at college so we don’t see each other as often. I really miss him.”

“I'll bet you do. Is that why you’re here with me now?

“Well, yes. I still have needs,” she admitted.

“But you have sex when he’s home, I suppose?” I was throbbing now.

“Yes, once or twice a day when he’s here, I love to please him. And God knows how horny I am when he’s not home. When he is, I wake him up almost every morning after our parents leave for work. I’m still living at home for now.”

“And you do this every day?” I said, pressing the topic.

“When we’re alone and have time. It usually starts with oral sex. We both like the 69 position. Often that's all we do because one of us can't hold back or we don’t have time. But if we do have time, I like to ride him. I love the feeling of him inside me. I like being on top so I can control things. Other times he takes me from behind or he’ll be on top. I haven’t found a way I don’t like,” she said with a giggle as she squeezed my engorged member.

“Uh huh, I see,” her tongue reached down to gather a large crystal drop that oozed from my cock head. I was hard now and my heart beat a faster rhythm as her small hand pulled at the tight skin.

“I can’t get enough of him when he’s home. But he’s not home now,” her voice trailed off as she took me into her mouth with a renewed vigor.

I leaned back, closed my eyes and savored the feel of her warmth on me. My mind’s eye captured the brother and sister in a heated embrace. My fantasy had them engaged in all manner of positions. I thought of my own sister and the times that we played around as kids, but nothing ever came of it.

Moonlight illuminated the car’s interior with a pale hue as soft music played in the background. Two bodies wrestled as one.


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