Slow Burn Sister & Brother Pt. 03

***All characters are above the age of 18***

(PART 3)

The things we had just done in my room were... unbelievable. I was in shock replaying the reel in my mind from the posing, to the stripping. Then from the lap dance, to the spanking. My older brother spanking me. None of it had been anything I ever desired or even considered before today. Somehow, something possessed us. What started as a few innocent pictures spiraled into a morning and afternoon filled with teasing, desire, and forbidden attraction. And now what? We had to go pretend like everything was completely normal.

I arrived in the kitchen wearing my short jean shorts and black crop top. Brian was already at the table with Mom seated to his left and Dad to his right. My spot directly across from him was vacant as I pulled the chair out and sat down.

Dad turned to me and said, "Well there she is. You finally escaped your room!"

I laughed sarcastically and said, "ha-ha, very funny." I was having trouble looking across the table at Brian. I knew we were going to have to look at each other eventually, but I wasn't in any rush having come from a very, very different setting.

Mom exhaled and said, "Well, we were going to have pizza, but I figured we don't usually have the two of you home anymore, so we made our famous pasta! Dig in!"

Mom and Dad did crack the code on a great linguine over the years. The smell of fresh shrimp, roasted garlic, and Parmesan cheese filled the air. They even had a bottle of red wine out on the table with four wine glasses -- one at each place setting. Before even going for the pasta, I went for the wine, pouring it halfway up the glass.

Brian smiled and said, "This all looks great! It's been a while since I've had a good home-cooked meal." He began to fill his shallow bowl with the pasta.

Mom laughed at his comment and responded, "Now that surprises me. I would have thought that Maggie of yours was a great cook!"

My eyes shot open. Who was Maggie? Did Brian have a girlfriend?! I know it had been about a year since we last saw each other, we hardly texted, and Brian had zero social media presence. If he had a girlfriend, I couldn't believe Mom and Dad wouldn't have mentioned her when I called them from college last year. I took a large sip of my wine as I looked at him very curiously from across the table.

Brian looked at me somewhat awkwardly, and with a chuckle, looked at Mom and said, "Don't get me wrong. She's not terrible, but nothing like this."

I took another big sip of my wine as I reached for the pasta at the center of the table to fill up my bowl. As I started filling the bowl, I remarked, "Maggie? So big brother has a girlfriend?" I carefully kept my voice sounding more lighthearted than disturbed.

Then Dad chimed in and added, "Soon to be fiance, right son?"

My eyes widened even a little more as I quickly reached for the glass again. Mom let out a giggle and said, "My, you're a thirsty one tonight, huh?"

I looked at her and calmly answered, "It's pretty good wine."

On the inside, I was screaming. Not only did Brian have a girlfriend... but a fiance?! How could he not tell me? And then how could he do all of that with me? It was the dictionary's definition of a nightmare. Not only was I dumb enough to become physical with my brother... he was about to be married. My mind was racing.

Brian laughed and said, "Yeah, I was waiting to tell you guys until I was sure. And, well, next week is our one year anniversary, and I'm asking her." He looked nervously at me as Mom and Dad dropped their silverware to rise from the table and hug him. I, on the other hand, sat in my seat and waited for things to settle down a bit. I wasn't sure how to feel or react. I knew I should've been happy. What happened earlier in the day was wrong and couldn't persist. It, of course, needed to come to an end, but I felt extra dirty for being entangled in something like this.

Dad sat back down and said, "That is what I am talking about. When you find a good one, you put a ring on her." He looked up and over at Mom and asked, "isn't that right honey?"

Mom smiled at Dad, then over to Brian and said, "I am so proud of you. Marriage is beautiful. And you are going to be such a good husband."

With somewhat of a mischievous smile on my face, I held my glass up and I added, "To you and Maggie!"

Mom and Dad held their glasses up as well, and then Brian, as we all clinked them together in the middle of the table. I was confused, and a little bit in disbelief, but still happy for Brian regardless. In the last several years, he had some issues with women -- only things I had heard when he was on speaker phone with Mom and Dad.

Setting my glass back down, and trying my hardest to feel happy for him, I asked, "So when do I get to meet her? After the wedding?"

Mom and Dad looked at each other with a puzzled look, and then over to Brian and Dad asked, "Well, I thought you said she was coming over tomorrow, didn't you?"

Brian chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. His face turned bright red. "Yeah, so... tomorrow," he said with a shrug.

There's no way. He did all of that with me... less than 24 hours before he was planning to introduce his fiance to me. I stood up from the table and reached for the bottle that was next to Brian's place-setting, refilling my glass. I responded, "That's wonderful! I can't wait..."

We finished up dinner quickly. I was admittedly feeling a little tipsy from the wine, having finished nearly two full glasses. Mom and Dad took care of the dishes as I sat at the table just looking over at Brian with a somewhat bewildered expression on my face. The wine was splitting my feelings. There was a feeling of hurt and betrayal... mixed with a slightly intoxicated attraction. I traced my finger around the inside of the glass as my mind bounced back and forth from hurt to dirty thoughts.

Mom and Dad walked over to us sitting silently across from each other at the table. Mom smiled and asked, "Well... did you two want to watch a movie?"

Brian looked at me then back at them and responded, "Yeah, I'll watch a little bit of something!"

They then looked at me and I responded, "Actually, I'm a little tired. That wine went straight to my head. I think I'm going to call it a night." I stood up from the table and gave Dad a hug. Then over to Mom. "Thank you guys for dinner!" I then walked over to Brian and with a smile, gave him a hug as well saying, "And congratulations. I can't wait to meet Maggie." I let him go and made my way out of the kitchen, and then down the hall to my room.

Once inside my room, I shut the door and slapped my hand to my forehead, again, in shock at how all of that just played out. I definitely needed to rest. I sat down on my bed as I opened my phone, immediately going to the app. There had been a widespread panic by our sudden departure. Who knows what would have happened. What now, certainly, never will happen. I sat my phone down on the bed, realizing the thought of a shower sounded like just what I needed.

I got up and walked over to my bathroom, stripping off the shorts, then the crop top, and then the pink thong I had been wearing before. I left them all in a pile right before my bathroom doorway as I slipped inside and turned the knob to start the shower. Steam quickly began to fill the room as I stepped inside and allowed the water to cover me.

I held my shampoo bottle, squeezing some of it out into my hand. I began to lather it into my hair, closing my eyes. As I rubbed the shampoo into my hair, I couldn't help but visualize the scenes from before. Brian sitting in my chair with the large tent sticking up, and me over his lap as he slapped my butt over and over again for the video... I opened my eyes and shook the thoughts out of my mind. I needed to forget about all of it. It was all a mistake. One that should never be repeated, let alone discussed, and certainly not thought about. I rubbed my vanilla scented body wash all over my body, gently massaging it into my skin, allowing my hands to graze my more sensitive areas a little slower than the others.

I finished up in the shower and stepped out, grabbing my towel and drying off my body. I then took the towel and wrapped my hair in it before stepping back out into my bedroom. I walked over to my bed and picked up my phone. Messages, requests, and comments filled my notifications. Grown men begging me to show them more. Their hunger was insatiable. And I loved the attention. Before today, I had never shown that much. All innocent and simple photos. As I scrolled through the posts, my whole body was exposed and on display for whoever knew to look. Including, apparently, friends of the one taking the photos and videos of me.

As I looked through the comments, I couldn't help but smirk. Reading things like:

"Nooo, baby please come back. It was just getting good!"

"Camera man is hitting that right now for sure."

"You never peeled those panties off of you..."

Had we not gone to dinner... might that have actually happened? Would I have peeled my panties off in front of Brian and felt his hands caress me? Has the reminder of this 'fiance' of his snapped him back into a state of reason? I knew a rather effective method for finding out.

I walked over to my dresser and pulled out the tiniest black g string thong that I owned, not even bothering to find the little black bra that paired with it. I walked over to my full length mirror with my phone in hand, the camera app open and facing forward. I held the phone up, capturing my nearly naked body in the mirror, covering my breasts with my left arm. I snapped the photo, posted it, and added the message:

"No more camera man... but still taking requests ;)"

Within a few seconds, I received a text message from Brian. It read, "Katie... what are you doing?"

I smiled and texted back, "Pay attention to the movie. And I don't think you should be on this app anymore... with the engagement and all?"

A few moments passed when I received, "I should have told you about Maggie. I just got caught up in what we were doing and it slipped my mind a little."

Before I responded to Brian, a request came through from the app from a user named "MikeyB33." The request read:

"Turn around, bend over, and pull that thong down for us... $250"

Again, Brian sent a message, quickly texting me and saying, "Come on, don't do that. Just call it a night."

But I couldn't stop myself. I was tempted by the money, the request from this fan, and Brian adamantly advising against it. After all, who was he to tell me what to do? It all made it that much more exciting. I responded to Brian and wrote, "Don't worry, I won't."

I walked over to where my tripod stood from the photos and videos we had taken before. Next, I fastened my phone into the tripod. I turned it on selfie mode to face me. I lowered the height of the tripod to be at waist-level. Then, on video mode, I stepped forward and hit the little red button. I then took another step back, turned around, and took the little black strings in my thumbs on each side. I slowly wiggled back and forth as I peeled it down, lowering it further and further. As I lowered it, it revealed every inch of my round, plump ass, including the tiny hole that's been barely covered by fabric all night. Even more, it revealed the luscious, full lips of my labia. The string sprung off of me and finally gave the viewers what they had been waiting to see. I gasped a little, somewhat for theatrics, as I pulled it all the way down. I arched my back and continued to wiggle tauntingly -- at the fans... and at Brian.

I then stood back up, turned around and asked the viewers, "What now?" I blew a quick kiss at the camera and ended the video. I quickly edited out a few seconds from the beginning and end, and then without much more thought, I sent the video into the chat. The $250 was received immediately, as well as many, many comments and other tips. Comments like:

"Her pussy is divine."

"I would love to eat that perfect ass..."

"Such a naughty little thing."

I then received another message from Brian. I nervously opened it and it read, "That guy... MikeyB or whatever, that's my friend Mike. My friend just asked you to show him and all of those guys on there your pussy, and you did it."

My jaw dropped as I read and re-read the message. Why didn't he tell me that in the first place?! Who the hell was Mike... I don't remember ever meeting a Mike. I texted Brian back saying, "He's seen plenty already anyway. What difference does it make?"

New requests started popping up left and right:

"Let's see you on all fours now baby... $100"

"I want to see her rub that ass and pussy all over the camera man... $200"

My body was now positively vibrating with sensations. I read the requests and comments over and over, half wishing that Brian would burst through the door, and half terrified of the idea. It was too overwhelming to imagine. I figured I would complete one last request and call it a night. The members of the account had already seen me nude... so what was one more picture. As I was setting my phone up in the tripod, I turned to my left and saw the door handle turn. In walked Brian. He had a look on his face that I had never seen before. It was a look of starved passion that I've only ever seen in movies.

He took a few steps toward me as he said, "I told you not to do that, didn't I? I said not to do that last request."

I looked at him with a surprised expression, stuttering for a moment as I responded, "I...uh... I didn't mean..."

He walked up and took the phone from me as he said, "You want to do their requests? You want to tease my friends? Fine. Get on the ground -- all fours."

I looked at him with a slightly cautious skepticism as I exhaled and muttered, "You want me to..."

He quickly interrupted and sternly blurted out, "Now, Katie."

I raised my eye brows a little as the tone of his voice made me drop down to both knees in front of him. I turned around on my knees to face away from him, now on all fours in the middle of the floor in my room. His breathing deepened as I waited there for the several seconds that felt like hours. I faced forward as I could tell he was behind me moving. Doing what, I wasn't sure. That's when I felt his hand crash down on my right, bare cheek causing me to 'yelp' at the sensation. I heard a deep and low moan coming from him after the blow.

I then heard my older brother say, "You do have just the most perfect, little ass, Katie." He then dropped his other hand down on my left cheek, provoking an identical 'yelp.' I heard the shutter sounds of the photos being taken as I arched my back, posing while biting my lip. I then heard the sounds of the photo being posted into the group chat. As I peaked back to look behind me, finally failing to fight the urge to look back, I saw him kneeling down behind me, but his chest was bare. I couldn't see his lower half over my ass, but peaking a little higher, I didn't see any sight of the waistband of his boxers where I would have expected them to be. Was he naked too...?

I kept gazing back at him, watching him with his eyes fixed on areas of me he never imagined he might see. And he was only inches from it all. He then looked up at me, and with a smile, he said, "I told you not to pull this thong down." I watched as his right hand raised the little black fabric into the air. "Now I have to show you what happens to little sluts that don't listen."

Before I could say another word, he leaned his head forward slowly until I could feel his warm breath against me. Still making eye contact with him, I felt his tongue come out and begin to trace around my labia. My mouth dropped open and my eyes widened slightly as I felt my brother's warm tongue caressing my pussy. He then pushed his head forward, burying his face in between my round cheeks. His nose pressed against my exposed hole, and his tongue plunged inside of me, causing me to gasp and moan, "Oh my god..."

I couldn't take my eyes off of him as he repeated the same motion, this time bringing both hands up to each cheek, squeezing them as he stuck his tongue into me further. "Oh fuck... Brian..." I moaned as he held me hostage with his face buried in my ass. I watched as he raised his head up with his tongue fully extended, tracing over my pussy from top to bottom, stopping over my little hole. He then softly traced his tongue around in a circular motion before barely sticking it in through the tiny opening. As he did, my right hand instinctively reached back, grabbing the hair on the back of his head, pulling him in closer to me. For several seconds, he started rapidly brushing his tongue up and down and up and down.

Brian took a break for a second to look up and say, "I never thought you would taste this good..." He reached up and grabbed my hand, firmly pushing it back towards me to rest it back down with the other. I then felt his finger begin to push inside of me. He slowly pulled it out, then pushed it back in, and then again, and again. As I looked back, I could see part of my black g string in his right hand, and I could tell that the rest of it was inside of me. I gasped again as he said, "your turn to taste." I watched as he slowly pulled it out of me. It made me quiver as the fabric inched out of me until he held the damp thong in the air. He crawled around my right said. I stayed on my hands and knees as I saw even more of his exposed body, including his large, stiff cock dangling between his thighs. He then raised my little black thong up to my mouth and sternly said, "Open." Obediently, I opened my mouth and he slowly started filling my mouth with the fabric soaked in my sweet juices mixed with his saliva. He smiled as he looked down at me and said, "there you go..."

I stayed in the same position utterly speechless, and not just because my thong was balled up in my mouth. I had no words to say. My older brother just put my thong in my pussy, and then made me take it into my mouth. Making me taste myself. I was lost.

He then started to scoot back behind me. I looked back at him as he picked up my phone and got up behind me. I could feel his hard cock grazing my left and right thighs as he adjusted himself. I couldn't comprehend what was happening. Outside of this room, our parents were watching an innocent movie on the couch. Brian was just by their side watching along with them. And now this. Stuffing my thong into my mouth, exploring my lower half with his tongue, and... whatever he planned to do next. I was not resisting. I had no desire to. When he took my thong and put it in my mouth, I knew I was going to have very little hope for willing us out of this scenario. I had never been so attracted to someone. My own brother... assertively taking me and doing as he wished. I waited attentively to experience his next move.

Brian cleared his throat as he shifted himself closer to me. My knees were together, and I remained on all fours. He was right behind me on his knees as well. I then felt his thick cock drop down in the crevasse between my round cheeks. It was very large and felt warm against me. He then said, "So this next one here says they want you to rub your little ass and pussy against me. Think you can handle that?" Looking back at him, I nodded obediently. He smiled and said, "okay... let's see it then."

I heard the sound of the video button being pressed and I started to wiggle back and forth. I looked back at him and up at the phone he was holding high in the air to capture the view. He laughed and said, "Here's the little slut with her wet thong in her mouth." I continued to grind myself against him, pushing back against his hard cock, pinning it against his abdomen and then grinding up and down. I rotated my hips in a circular motion as I heard him add, "fuck... such a little tease..." I felt him grab his cock as he started to rub it against my plush lips. His tip grazed both holes several times, my body ached at the idea of it slipping inside of me. I let out muffled moans through the soaked thong that filled my mouth. He laughed and said, "That's all for now..." I heard him end the video recording as he remained pressed against me. One hand was typing away on the keyboard and the other was planted on my left cheek, squeezing and massaging as his cock rested in between both of them.