My Brother's Stories

I removed my hand from him and brought it up to my mouth, inhaling the musky smell of my brother's cum before taking my cum laden finger into my mouth and sucking on it.

His cum wasn't the best thing I had ever tasted... but it did taste pretty good. I had read in a few places, and heard from some of my gossipy friends, that it tasted horrible. Maybe they just weren't doing it with the right guy.

'If only my friends tasted their brother's cum.' I thought.

At that moment, I picked a great time to lose my nerve as what I just did finally sunk in.

'Oh crap... I just gave my brother a hand job.'

"I... I'm sorry Andrew!" I said before I got out of the shower and hightailed it out of the bathroom and into my own room, locking the door.

I started to go into a bit of a panic, trying to tell myself it didn't happen.

I went through a calming routine that my brother had shown me a long time ago that helped me start to relax.

Eventually, I finally got to sleep.

I was awoken at 2:37 AM when I heard a voice calling my name.

"Kate? ...Kate?"

I opened my eyes and saw my brother, standing at the foot of my bed, completely naked.

"Wha... what's going on Andrew? Why are you naked?"

"We'll get to that... but I wanted to talk to you about earlier... Well, yesterday now."

I nodded as I could see this was really bugging him.

"Do you... desire me?"

I thought about giving him some noncommittal answer before I decided that I might as well tell him. And why would he be in my room naked unless...

"...Yes... Yes, I do. I've desired you for a long time."

I saw him smile... no, not just smile. He had that shit eating grin of his plastered all over his face.

"I like that Kate."

"You're not mad?"

"No... Because you see Kate, I've desired you for a long time too."

He leaned down and kissed me right on the lips. The kiss started out gentle, yet morphed into a very unbrotherly kiss as my brother took my breath away.

"Oh brother..." I breathed out.

I then kicked the covers off my bed to reveal to my brother... so to be my lover, that I slept naked.

He looked at my body slowly, admiring me.

"You're beautiful Kate." he whispered.

I grabbed him by his arm and pulled him onto my bed, crawling on top of him and positioning my pussy right over his cock.

"Forget that 'ladies first' shit for now. Right now, I need to fuck you."

I looked down to make sure I was in the right spot, then I looked back up at him as I dropped myself down onto his cock, groaning in pain and pleasure as I felt a real cock finally enter me.

It was no sooner than this that our parents burst in the room and saw us.

"Kate! What are you doing with your brother!" Dad yelled.

"John, get the belt!" mom ordered.

Dad left the room for a moment and then came back, approaching us both with his punishment belt in his hand as he started hitting us with it, yelling how he wasn't going to tolerate this.

I awoke with a start, panting heavily.

Looking around, I saw no evidence of anything that had happened. My door was still shut and locked, my parent's car was not in the driveway when I looked out my window... it was all a dream. Me jerking off my brother in the shower, his coming in here, and my dad beating us.

Looking at my locked door a second time, I realized that not all of that had been a dream.

After calming down a little, I went downstairs and got some water before heading back up to bed.

Before long, morning was upon me and I woke up. Even though I knew it was a dream from before, I looked on the other side of my bed, half expecting to find my naked brother in it.

No such luck unfortunately.

My mind lingered on him for a minute, thinking about how wonderful it would be for me to find him still sleeping in my bed.

Would I let him sleep, or would I wake him up in the best way possible by sliding my head down and sucking his cock dry?

A silly question... I already knew the answer.

I got up and went downstairs, finding breakfast burritos from a nearby Mexican place on my plate at the table.

My brother was eating one as I sat down at the table. We regarded each other for a moment before he finally spoke to me for the first time since I jerked him off in the shower last night.

"Good morning." He said.

"Good morning."

We ate in silence for the next while... He seemed fine, but I felt nervous, like the elephant in the room needed to be addressed.

"Andrew... about last night."

He looked up at me, his face not portraying any emotion. The only thing I knew was that he was waiting for me to continue.

Not knowing what was going through his mind, I decided to play it safe.

"I... I'm so sorry... I don't know what-"

He held up his hand to stop me.

"It's fine Kate. Just don't- don't do that again, okay?"

"Okay."

We finished breakfast and I went upstairs, mulling over our talk downstairs.

It went as well as I could expect, I suppose. He didn't seem mad at me, and he didn't seem freaked out.

He probably thought that I just got some kind of wild hair and decided to take it out on him.

He probably figured that I had no intention of repeating our shower scene last night.

My mind wandered back to his cock. It was so beautiful... So hard. There was no way that was the last time I would touch it.

And on that note, I opened my Word document and started to type in it, going back and filling in a piece of the puzzle surrounding my inability to write this story.

"My eyes grew wide as I pulled down my brother's underwear and I was left speechless. I looked closely at that big, hard cock of his, pointing at his sister.

'Mmm... Your cock is so big and beautiful, bro. Is that for me?'

'All of it is for you sis. I want you so badly.'

'Say it.'

'Say what?'

'Say what I want you to say. Tell me what you want.'

'I want to fuck you, sis.'

'Well then come hit your target.'

I laid back in my bed, pulling my legs apart to give him full access to my dripping wet pussy.

I then watched as my brother climbed on top of me and positioned his cock right over my pussy.

He lifted one of his hands and stroked my cheek softly.

'You're so beautiful, Kate.'

My body shivered from his touch and I thought that my brother was being so sweet to me right when he was about to fuck me.

I didn't have time to linger on this thought as he leaned his head down and kissed my lips.

A kiss, not laden with desire, but one gentle beyond belief.

Damn! This wasn't just sex for him. He really did care about me."

I stopped writing, my mind unable to come up with anything else.

I was in awe... Wow. Did I really just write that?

And where did that gentle stuff come from? I wanted to fuck my brother, but I didn't think I was in love with him or anything like that.

I then thought that my brother deserved at least some explanation for my behavior. After proofreading what I had written in my story, I sent an email to my brother and wrote the following:

"Inspired by you, I decided to create my own story. It's not anywhere close to finished, and it is still rough around the edges... But I'd like your opinion on it."

I attached the story and hovered my cursor over the send button... Did I really want to do this?

Not giving myself the time to over think it or chicken out, I clicked the button and watched as the email was sent.

'There. Let the chips fall where they may now.'

About 30 minutes later, my email dinged telling me I had a new email.

Opening it, I saw it was an email from my brother.

"Not bad so far. It needs some work, but pretty good. We can talk more later if you want."

Attached was a word document titled "My Brother's Stories."

Curiosity getting the better of me, I opened it, finding the start of another one of his short stories... And even more so, it was being written from my viewpoint.

"Wow." I whispered as I read through the story. He was writing exactly how I felt. He somehow knew my emotions and was writing them down.

I was breathless, in awe of what my brother had done with this story.

Then I recalled him telling me that he had made a story about me at one point, but had stopped.

I went to Andrew's room, finding him asleep.

I suddenly felt a wave of emotion come over me. He looked so handsome, so peaceful.

I leaned down and kissed his cheek.

Leaning my head over to his ear, I whispered softly:

"I love you brother."

I pulled away in shock. I had meant to say "I want you." But was it true... What I had just said to him?

I went back to my room, wondering what had just happened.

I must have fallen asleep, because I found myself awaking in the evening.

I could hear Andrew in the kitchen downstairs, so I went downstairs... Partly because I knew I had to face the music, partly because I was hungry.

I saw Andrew checking the oven and settings plates out. Whatever was in the oven, it smelled good.

I breathed in and out softly as I prepared to face him.

"What's for dinner?" I asked.

He jumped a bit at the sound of my voice and turned around to face me.

"Beef Wellington." He responded.

"Oh, that sounds good." I said as I got the table ready.

"It'll be ready in a few minutes."

I nodded and tried to make small talk with him, anything to avoid talking about the obvious situation.

If this were one of his stories, he or I would simply face it head on and do something bold. But it isn't, so... Nothing bold happened with him, and I surely wasn't about to step into what could possibly be a war zone.

Ashley didn't visit so often... Just because Andrew had a thing for her didn't mean he had a thing for me.

As I saw him take a pan out of the oven, I took my place at the table.

Andrew placed my Beef Wellington on my plate and did the same with his.

He took his place at the table and started cutting his meal.

I looked at him, trying to see if he had any emotion on his face... Trying to see if he was looking at me.

He finally put his fork and knife down and addressed me.

"Kate, I can see you're nervous... And that's okay. So I'll make it easy for you. Do you or do you not want to discuss our stories?"

Wow! Talk about getting to the heart of things.

"Um..."

"Look Kate... This isn't a normal situation for either of us. So, if you have any questions, ask away."

"Aren't you nervous?"

"A little... But I'm not letting that stop me."

I kept silent for a minute, trying to think of what I could say.

"I was awake when you came into my room."

"Uh oh!" I said out loud.

"So clearly something about this is bothering you. And I know for a fact that it's not going away unless we talk about it."

I had this feeling that he was right, this wasn't just going to go away unless something was done about it. Millions of questions started to flood my mind, yet I couldn't figure out which one to ask.

"Okay... I... I don't know where to begin."

"Wherever you would like."

I stayed silent for a minute, wishing for the awkwardness of this conversation to end. Wishing that this was another dream.

"Well, if you won't, I'll start. Did you mean what you said in my room?"

"Uh... what?"

"When you said 'I love you' did you mean that?"

"Of course I love you, you're my brother."

"You know what I meant."

"...Yeah... I know what you meant. I... I meant to say I want you, but it didn't come out right... Now I'm not sure how I feel."

I then thought of just the question to ask.

"First off... I loved that last story you sent me... The question I have is... How much of it was reality for you?"

He then had a pensive look on his face as he thought about it.

"I suppose that's the only question that truly matters... The truth is... I have been fantasizing about you a little."

This declaration shocked me to my core. So much for not being bold.

I tried to regain my cool... I had to react properly.

"So... How do we go from here?"

"We don't have to go anywhere with it if you don't want it to."

I didn't know what to say. I mean, I wanted it to go further, but I wasn't sure how-

"We don't have to decide anything right now... In fact, I won't listen to anything you say on the matter for the next few days."

Andrew then went back to eating and just like that, the conversation was over.

"Did you really mean what you said about me not jerking you off in the shower again?"

"No. I said that because I thought you didn't really realize what you were doing. After all, brothers and sisters can't do things like that."

"That is the most hypocritical thing I have ever-" I stopped when I saw him grinning.

"Oh, haha."

The grin disappeared.

"But seriously now... If you really want to do that, I'm not going to stop you."

"Okay."

We went back to eating and I was left to wonder what would happen between us over the next while.

After dinner, I went upstairs into the bathroom to shower.

After I had gotten in the shower and turned the water on, I got this strange feeling that I was being watched.

Looking along the mirror, I tried to keep from being too obvious... Sure enough, I saw my brother standing just outside the door, looking in through a small crack.

Now I knew where he was and what he wanted.

Yet I dared not make the next move in fear of ruining his game and scaring him off.

Pretending I was unaware of my watcher, I started to give him a little bit of a show, washing my body slowly, moving my hands around seductively.

I looked in the mirror, and the look in his eyes was unmistakable. He was mesmerized by my display. I had him on the ropes now.

Inspiration then struck me as I moved my hand down and started to play with my clit.

While rubbing my clit, I placed two fingers from my other hand in my pussy, wishing it was my brother's cock.

I couldn't help moaning out.

"Oh Andrew!"

Oh shit... there was no way he didn't hear that.

Looking in the mirror, I saw his eyes go wide... yet he didn't run away.

Turning around, I resumed playing with myself, knowing full well what would happen next.

30 seconds later, I felt a warm body behind me and I leaned into it.

I stopped my finger fucking and relaxed as I felt my brother's hands travel along my body.

"Took you long enough." I breathed out.

"You're right." he replied. "You've only been watching me for 3 months now."

The realization that he saw me all along sent a shiver through my body as his fingers closed in on my pussy.

I was breathing in and out, preparing for his fingers to enter me. But then the brat decided to tease me.

He went past my pussy and started to rub my upper thigh... This felt good, but I hungered for him. I needed those fingers inside me.

"Andrew, stop teasing me. Please put your fingers in me."

He then slipped a finger into my pussy, causing me to gasp out as the stark reality of the situation hit me.

My brother was pleasing me.

"Oh brother... yes."

As I started to moan out, letting the pleasure of the situation overtake me, I noticed it only encouraged him as he moved another finger into me.

Andrew held me as he started fingering me, pulling his fingers out and pushing them back in. His fingers felt wonderful, this was just what I needed, just the guy I needed.

As this continued, I felt a strange aura coming off my brother... It felt like this wasn't just him pleasing me... it felt like he was trying to show his love for me.

This confused me a bit, but I reveled in the knowledge that he was right where I wanted him... right where I needed him.

As I felt my orgasm approaching, I turned around and kissed my brother's lips deeply and passionately, a kiss somehow feeling more intimate than what we had already done.

I moaned into Andrew's mouth as my orgasm came and overtook me.

The kiss as a whole appeared to shock him, but credit to him as he quickly started kissing me back.

As I pulled away, I felt my legs turn to jelly and thought that I would fall... I didn't... he was holding me in his arms.

I held onto him and brought him closer to me, pressing our bodies together.

"Did you like that?" he asked.

"Are you serious? I loved it. Thank you so much Andrew."

"You're welcome Kate." He said as he started stroking my hair.

I don't know how I knew... but in this moment with us in each other's arms, I knew we would be alright.

"This leaves us with unfinished business." He said. "Where do you want to go with this?"

"We'll figure it out." I replied, knowing it to be true.

We gazed into each other's eyes for a moment, before we heard a car door. Shit... mom said she was going to be the first one home.

"If mom catches us, we're dead." I warned Andrew.

He took the point and exited the bathroom.

After I got out of the shower, I found Andrew downstairs helping mom move stuff out of the car.

I greeted mom and helped Andrew.

"We'll figure it out." I whispered.

He gave a general nod in such a way that made me wonder if he was agreeing with me, or just acknowledging that I said that.

He dismissed my concerns a few minutes later with a whisper.

"I know it sounds weird... But I'm actually a bit scared."

I went through a wave of emotions as I processed what he said.

First I felt a bit mad at him, thinking that it was a cop out. But as I thought about what I was ultimately asking for, I decided his fear was understandable.

I wasn't just asking for my brother to fuck me, I was asking to take his virginity. Even though he had already written quite a few stories, that small shred of innocence still clung to him.

I was asking to take that innocence from him.

I then told myself that I would be good to him. Not just fuck him. I would make his first time memorable in so many ways.

It was then that I decided that I knew what I wanted for my birthday, just one week later.

Andrew had been bugging me for the past month about what I wanted. So I figured, two birds, one stone.

After I was done helping him, I went back upstairs, not to write in my story, but to send an email.

I put my brother's email address in the To field and My Birthday in the subject line.

I then activated email encryption like he taught me to. I didn't want anyone else ever reading this.

"Dear Andrew, my sweet little brother.

You know that my birthday is next week... And I have made no secret of my annoyance of your constant asking me what I want for my birthday.

Well... I know now, and I'm not afraid to tell you.

In short, I want you, brother.

I want to spend the day of my birthday with you and the night of it making love to you.

My birthday wish is to be good to you for your first time and have you be good to me. Ask yourself, who could be better to you for your first time than your sister that has been one of your best friends throughout our life together.

Please, do not mistake this as an obligation to have sex with me. If you simply do not want to, delete this email. Not only will I not stop you, I will understand better than anyone else in the world.

I love you Andrew.

Regards,

Kate"

I hit send, not allowing nerves to overcome me and then set back in my chair.

I then realized that I just sent him irrefutable evidence of my lust for him. If he showed our parents, I would be so fucked... And not in the good way.

But no... I didn't think he would show our parents. He trusted me to keep his secrets, it made sense that he would keep mine.

It then occurred to me that I could have also blackmailed him. But I decided that it was best not to go down that road.

As I relaxed, I walked into bed and willed myself to go to sleep.

This is the part where I say that my decision made me toss and turn throughout the night, right? I'd be lying to myself. It felt like I had a big weight off my shoulders.