My Brother Makes Me Like it

I shivered.

A cold breeze lifted my hair, chilled my skin. Grey skies, windy cold front, the threat of rain--no wonder the beach was empty today.

It was unusual weather for mid-summer, which made me skeptical about this to begin with. But the moment Mom started frowning, I quickly gave in. Her lectures could go on for hours--guilt-tripping about how my brother and I never visited often enough, how family should always be the most important thing, and, eventually, mentioning how when she was younger, she did whatever her parents asked without question.

Tirade avoided, I put on a swimsuit and sundress, packed a coat and a few other beachy things. A book.

In the car, my parents blasted music like usual. My brother, Alex, kept trying to catch my eye, smiling at me. I didn't feel like yelling over the noise. We'd never been the friendliest siblings. We were family, we tolerated each other, I guess, but I could barely hear him over the music--it didn't seem like the best time to talk. So I just smiled and nodded back.

He brightened, periodically offering me snacks and drinks. He wasn't the worst guy. Mom smiled at us, probably happy that we were getting along.

A few hours later, we turned into an empty parking lot. Maybe everybody else saw the ugly clouds and decided it was not a beach day. It was not, but Mom made plans, and Mom did what she planned, and that was that.

We started unloading the car. I glanced at the trail toward the beach and took a second look at the sign. "Uh, Mom? This is a nude beach."

She stared at me. Then at the sign. She frowned at it like the words might change if she glared long enough.

Finally, she shrugged and said, "It says clothes are optional. It'll be fine, Olivia. We're already here, anyway."

It did say that, but still... I sighed. She was going to be stubborn about this. At least it looked empty.

We started hiking down the trail. My eyes kept darting around, expecting to see naked people behind every tree. It was ridiculous, but I was jumpy. I'd never been to a nude beach before.

I'm not sure if I was hopeful or terrified. Either way, it didn't matter. We didn't see anyone. The beach opened up past the treeline, completely empty. I shivered as a cold wind lifted my sundress. My mom had frowned at my coat, so I didn't take it out of the car.

She seemed just fine with the weather, or stubbornly fine; it made no difference. Her chattering about nothing turned into lecturing us about sunscreen, sneaker waves, and staying hydrated.

I nodded absently, my eyes glazing over. "Yes, Mom. Ok... Right. Uh-huh... Mmhm..."

Then she said, "Ok, stay here with our stuff for a bit. Do what your brother tells you."

Wait. "What?!"

She scowled. "Don't take that tone with me. I've already half a mind to pull you out of that party college of yours. Your dad and I are going to take a look around, we'll be--"

"Jana!"

My mom turned. "Coming, sweetie!"

The moment she was out of hearing range, my brother snickered. I flipped him off.

We set up the umbrella despite the lack of sun and laid out some towels under a tent. At least the tent made sense against the wind and sand. My brother started putting on sunscreen. I raised a brow at him and slowly spun in a circle, gazing at the endless grey skies. He shrugged a shoulder.

"Maybe the sun will come out later," he said.

It looked more like rain to me. I shook my head and climbed under the tent.

"Hey," he called out. "You should take off your dress, Livi. You know how Mom is."

"Yes, Mom." I rolled my eyes but slipped out of the dress. I could almost hear her exasperated voice: "We're on a beach, dear, you should get a tan. You're so pale." If I didn't at least try, she'd talk about it for the rest of the trip. We had an open tent--the sunlight might get in if it ever cleared up.

My brother tossed me the sunscreen. Pointless, but I rubbed it around randomly anyway. That done, I grabbed my book, laid on my stomach, and hoped to be left alone.

I enjoyed maybe five minutes of peace and quiet. Cold, but I could forget a lot of things when reading.

Then something elastic and smooth slapped my ass. I scrambled to get it off.

"Ah! Oh my God!" I was holding my brother's swim trunks. I flung it back at him and glared, then immediately regretted my decision. He was naked. The sight of my brother's bare, hairy cock and balls was seared into my brain.

He laughed. "You should try it. We are on a nude beach, after all."

"No way. And it's a clothing-optional beach, I'm opting to keep my clothes on." He probably just wanted a show. I grimaced and turned back to my book. Nude beach or not, my brother wasn't going to see me naked.

Another couple of minutes passed, in which I couldn't help but imagine what he was doing. Just standing there, displaying his goods to the world? I wondered how the sun might've felt on my naked crotch. An excuse to try that could've been nice. Heat warming my exposed, sensitive lips. My face heated thinking about it.

As I daydreamed, I noticed my brother approaching out of the corner of my eye. He walked right up to me. It seemed like he was stepping over me for some reason, then his weight settled on my ass. I tensed at the feeling of his bare thighs. And was that his cock on my ass? I shuddered.

"Um, what do you think you're doing?"

"You missed a spot." He rubbed my back, spreading his fingers along my shoulders and kneading toward my spine. It felt nice, like a massage. I slowly relaxed and let him do his thing. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.

As I flipped through my book, I gradually became aware of something digging into my ass. That was weird. It was like my brother had a rod between--

My brain froze. I stared at my book, ignoring my ass and everything around it harder than I'd ever ignored anything in my life. My brother's cock. His stiff, aroused cock was digging into my ass.

He was getting turned on by touching me.

His hips shifted. The thick length of him rubbed between my ass cheeks, gently moving back and forth. Like he was fucking me. This was crazy. My back tingled while I tried to decide if I should keep pretending this wasn't happening or scream and throw him off.

I guess one good thing about all this was that I was getting warmer. His hands had helped, his thighs were hot, and now my skin was flushing all over in embarrassed heat.

He continued massaging circles on my back, lower and lower. Soon enough, his hands were squeezing my butt cheeks. Not my lower back or my hips or my thighs--my brother's hands slid casually down to my ass.

Maybe I could've stopped him then. Maybe we could've brushed it off as stupid sibling nonsense.

His thumb stroked down the crack of my ass and rubbed my pussy. I went very still.

He sighed softly. His thumb slipped beneath my swimsuit and pressed directly onto my sensitive folds.

"Stop that," I mumbled. Talking about it felt weird like I was acknowledging what was happening. His fingers were already all over my pussy while I'd been too afraid to speak.

"It's ok," he murmured back. "I'm just making sure to get every inch of your skin."

He was doing a lot more than rubbing sunscreen on me. And I'd never applied it to my pussy before.

He continued, "You really should try this nude thing. It feels great. Let me help you."

I felt him tug at my swim bottoms. I finally set down my book and smacked at his hands.

"No, don't... stop that... damnit, Alex." By the time I managed to land a hit with my flailing arms, he'd exposed my bare ass to the world.

He laughed and grabbed my wrists, holding them together as he settled back on my ass. His engorged cock throbbed between my cheeks.

"For fuck's sake, Alex, get off me." I squirmed my shoulders and yanked at my arms, but he wouldn't let go. I doubted I could buck him off, and I didn't want to rub my ass all over his cock anyways.

He ran a hand down my back. "Quit struggling. You'll love it, trust me." He was untying my top.

"Argh! Don't you dare! This isn't funny! Ow!"

He chuckled and ignored my complaints, but let go of my arms. I held my top to my chest as it loosened. He yanked it away.

I was naked. I was completely naked with my naked brother sitting on my ass. My arms went around my chest. His cock went between my legs. I tried to get up.

He pushed me down with a hand on my shoulder. "Stay there. You're beautiful, you know? I love your tight little bubble butt."

"Alex, you're being weird. Get off!"

"Didn't you hear Mom? You're supposed to do anything... ugh, I say. Stay still." He grunted, his hands firm on my waist as he raised my hips into the air. Once he got me into position, I felt the tip of his cock rubbing at my pussy lips.

My eyes widened. This could not be what Mom meant about doing what I was told. Although, I wouldn't be too surprised if it was. With how often and vehemently she expounded on the virtues of obedience, I couldn't risk a lecture from my mom at the same time my brother was pounding my pussy.

My heartbeat quickened as he began to push inside me. This was so wrong, but I was only trying to be a good girl. His cock head nudged past my pussy lips and I gasped softly, my inner muscles twitching. He felt good, stretching me out with that large, mushroom head slowly driving deeper and deeper into my body.

"No, no, no..." I mumbled and shook my head, but my body trembled with pleasure. My hands fisted in the towel, my naked breasts forgotten.

He withdrew and thrust in deeper, taking me inch by inch, groaning as he penetrated my body. I moaned once too, then bit my lip and swallowed the sound. This was my brother fucking me, I shouldn't be enjoying it.

I fought myself. When his cock drove all the way inside me, his pelvis meeting my ass, I held my breath. When he pulled out, I struggled not to roll my hips with him. As he thrust back in, I couldn't help the tiny breathless whimper that squeezed past my constricted throat.

My brother fucked me as I lay there quietly and took it. He wasn't so concerned with keeping quiet. Groaning and breathing deeply, he mumbled things like, "Oh yeah, fuck yes," and, "You're so wet. That feels so good."

I was wet. My pussy was absolutely squishing around his cock. It felt so wrong but so good, my body quivering in pleasure, the tension in my muscles making me squeeze his shaft tightly. I could feel every inch of him gliding inside me, back and forth, filling me up over and over again.

With every thrust in and out, my pussy clamped down tighter and tighter. That terrible, intense sensation flooded my core. Oh, no. No, I couldn't. No...

"Noooo... Ahhh! I'm cumming!" I whined, pleasure taking control of my body as my hips bucked and slammed back into his thrusts, waves of bliss melting my brain.

"Yes, oh yes, fuck!" he shouted. "Ah, I knew you'd love my cock!" He fucked my twitching tunnel faster.

I was cumming on my brother's cock. The thought made my pussy clench again, another pulse of pleasure shooting through my chest. I buried my face in the towel, my toes curling as his cock just kept ramming in and out.

Then suddenly he pulled out and flipped me onto my back, sand flying everywhere. We mostly landed on a towel as his eyes devoured my body and he kneed my legs apart.

I pushed at his chest weakly. "Please stop, this isn't right. Alex..."

He pinned my arms to my sides and thrust back inside me. I gasped. He let out a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment, then laid down over me, letting go of my limp arms.

"Oh... I love you so much, Livi," he murmured into my ear.

Lightning shot down my spine. He began to thrust, in and out.

"You feel so good. So warm and tight. Oh..."

My inner muscles twitched. I closed my eyes, concentrating on fighting my body.

But there was too much sensation. He kissed my neck, his lips soft, his tongue gliding wet trails on my skin. His hand slipped beneath my back, holding me close. His body rocked and his chest rubbed my hard nipples. And I couldn't possibly ignore his cock massaging my insides, sliding in and out, over and over, pounding my clit with each rolling thrust.

The air pumped out of my lungs as he thrust faster and faster, his muscles tensing around me. He groaned loud and deep.

A spark of panic lit my lust-drenched brain. My brother was fucking me raw. First, it had been so wrong, then it had felt so good, worrying about his bare dick hadn't even occurred to me.

"Pull... out..." I moaned.

He buried his head in the curve of my neck. "Mmm... you feel so good. I need to... I need to cum in your pussy. Oh, fuck..."

"You... you can't... not inside me!" Even Mom couldn't want my brother to knock me up. I struggled then, trying to push him off, but he wouldn't budge.

He groaned and plunged the full length of himself deep into my pussy. "Ungh... fuck... say that again."

Panting, I shouted, "Not... inside... me! I'm not... on anything! Ah!"

He roared, "Argh! Fuck, yes! I'm cumming!"

"No--! Oh, fuck, oh, so warm, ohh..."

Wet heat filled my insides, a warm pool growing within me as my brother released jet after jet of his virile seed into my unprotected tunnel. My body couldn't help but respond, my pussy eagerly sucking at his shaft, gripping him tightly, and holding in every drop that he could give me.

My brother just came in my pussy. And my body wanted more.

He laid on top of me and gradually caught his breath. A trickle of our mixed fluids leaked from my soaking tunnel. I nudged his shoulder, hoping he'd get off me now.

Alex rolled off me, but dragged me with him, pulling me onto his lap and sliding his cock back inside me. He was still hard. We both groaned.

"No..." I grumbled. "We have to... stop. Ah... ah, fuck..."

He wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me flush with his chest, hugging me tightly. His hips began to thrust and he rocked my body in the same rhythm.

"Doesn't this feel good?" he murmured. "Don't tell me... this doesn't feel good."

The last shred of my willpower blew away. I nodded meekly. "Mmhm... mmm..." It did feel good. It felt terribly good.

We fucked in the sand, not caring that it was all over us. I gasped and spat out grit, then moaned with the delightful feelings of his body, his arms, his cock. My pussy gripped him tightly. I squirmed. I needed more pressure. I needed to grind myself on him.

His arms relaxed. I sat up, throwing my hips back and forth, crushing my clit against the base of his cock. The sound of panting and flesh slapping together filled the tent.

I moaned and caught my brother's eyes. He smiled at me, his hands holding my waist. Blinking, a jarring moment of bright sanity flicked my mind.

I was bouncing on my brother's cock. Oh, fuck, what was wrong with me?

Then pleasure drowned my thoughts and I threw my head back, yelling out my orgasm to the world, planting my pussy firmly on his cock, my inner walls clutching at every inch of his shaft.

Sand crunched nearby.

"What is all that noise?! We can hear you shouting from..."

My mom ducked under the tent and gaped. "What in..."

"He told me to!" I sputtered as pleasure rushed through my nerves. My mom was ruining my orgasm. I ground my pussy down harder.

Her face twisted into all sorts of different expressions like she couldn't decide what to say. A few silent moments passed, other than the slapping of flesh as I kept bouncing. Oh, it felt so good.

Then my dad mumbled, "Nice."

Mom turned on him, her mouth open. But silent. She never argued with Dad in public.

He walked away, but not before I saw the bulge in his swim trunks. Mom followed wordlessly. I thought I heard some hushed muttering, but it faded as they got further away, and I only cared about the intense sensations in my pussy anyway.

I just wanted to keep fucking.