Writer's Block

This is a simple, one off story, written just for fun.

The spelling and grammar are UK standard. Some of the tenses jump a bit, and I'm sorry, but it was unavoidable.

All characters in both stories are over 18. (You'll understand about 'both stories' later)

Please don't judge me on the first 10 sentences. It gets better. I promise.

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WRITER'S BLOCK

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Her big round boobies jumped up and down like fat kangaroos as he pushed his big sausage meat stick into her small vagina hole.

"Oh, that feels so good inside my pussy! I love sexual intercourse so much! Especially with anonymous strangers like you!"

"Yeah!" He replied. "I love how big your breasts are. They are like balloons of fun. It is great you are only 18!"

"Now ejaculate inside me!" She instructed him, "It will feel so good when men put semen into my vagina!"

And he did. And they both felt so good. She felt a big orgasm.

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"Daniel! What on earth are you writing on your laptop?"

It was my own fault, really. It was my brother's private laptop, left in his private bedroom. But he had left the door open with the writing app on screen. I just imagined he was writing some university stuff. I was curious. Maybe he'd need his big sister's help on some dry, boring essay. I never expected...this.

Daniel came rushing out the bathroom, shower water dripping on the floor, his towel being frantically pulled up as his hands reached out to close the laptop.

"Fuck you Sis! You can't just go barging into other people's rooms!"

"You left the door open and the laptop screen on. I was nosy. Sorry. But anyway, what is this shit are you writing?!"

"Nothing! Fuck off!" His clothes were fully back on now, and his hands were now on my arms, 'encouraging' me to get out his room.

"Because it looked..." I said more calmly, "...like badly written erotica."

"...it's not badly written.."

"It is." I said gravely, lowering my head. "VERY badly written."

"How would you know?"

"Three reasons. First - I'm an English Lit graduate. I'm writing my master's thesis on the overuse of 'the hero's journey' in twentieth century literature. I know bad writing when I see it."

"...Fine," He conceded.

"Reason number two - you compared her breasts to fat jumping kangaroos."

"And? Breasts jump. Kangaroos jump."

"Breasts don't jump like kangaroos jump. Breasts jump like..."

For a moment I had to think back to the last time I had a good hard fuck. A really good fuck. Sadly, too long ago. Not my most recent ex. He was a great boyfriend, terrible lover. Two minutes was an achievement for him. No, probably that tattoo'd guy I met at the club three months ago. I remembered how my breasts rose up and down when I was bouncing on his big dick, or how my boobs danced forwards and back when I was on my back on the kitchen table and he was slamming into me. The pleasure between my legs when he...

"Hello? Earth to Sis?"

"Breasts bounce like creme caramel. But, how come you don't already know that?"

My brother went bright red. I knew he was only 18, but he was handsome, sporty, and extroverted. He couldn't still be..a virgin?!

"Shut up. You said there was a third reason."

Now I was the one feeling embarrassed. I shouldn't have said there was a third reason. Two would have been enough.

"I'm waiting." he teased when I didn't say anything.

"Fine. I know, because I've written erotic stories too in the past. So I know good stories when I read them."

"You've written erotica?" he said with a mixture of both disgust and intrigue.

"I average 4.81 feedback. I even won a writing contest once. Where do you think the money for that new handbag came from?"

It was true. I wrote a story about a mother and daughter, alone on an abandoned spaceship. I won second prize for the sci-fi / incest category.

I expected Daniel to mock me at that point. I expected him to throw me out of the room and delete his story forever.

I did not expect my little brother's next words.

"...teach me how?"

I thought hard for a moment. Why not? We were both alone in the house. Mum wouldn't be back for a few hours. And he did need my help with this story. Sure, it would be a bit weird, talking sex with my brother, but nothing I couldn't handle. Might even be fun.

"FINE." I said with a 'huff'. "Let's start at the beginning. Tell me the story."

"Well.." he said slowly, not quite believing he was talking about it, "It's about a man, who walks into a young woman's bedroom accidently. She's naked. She sees him, and thinks he's hot. So they have sex."

"That's.....terrible." I told him honestly. "Why is this random guy in her bedroom? Why isn't she surprised? Why is sex the first thing on her mind, instead of ' Who the fuck is this stranger'?!"

"OK" he said, annoyed at my criticism already. "What would you write?"

"Well", I said slowly, thinking of the situation in my mind. Imagining as if I was both the man and the woman. Trying to think of a legitimate reason for the sexual meeting.

"Maybe he's not a stranger. Maybe he's someone she knows well, but has never had sex with her before. Like a housemate?"

"But she's only 18." Daniel said, defending what little remained of his original idea. "Why would she move out of her parents' home?"

"Fine. She's still in her family home. So the man is her step-brother or step-father or something."

"Why step?"

"Well, some websites don't like incest. So it gets around that block. Plus, the taboo of incestuous attaction is usually too strong. People don't normally wake up and think 'oh, I want to fuck my brother'."

There was silence between us for far too long. I shouldn't have said brother! I should have said uncle or something.

"Oh" he replied slowly, breaking the tension. "That kinda makes sense. OK. So it's a step-father and step-daughter. But why do they have sex?"

Now he was asking ME for the story!

I thought deeper, imagining the situation. Imagining I was the girl on the bed. Sleeping naked. My father..I mean stepfather..walks into the room.

I felt a twitch between my legs. A tiny spark telling my brain what my body was already doing. I was getting turned on by the imagination of it all.

"How's this? The daughter, she's fantasized about her father..step-father..for as long as she's understood sexual feelings. But she was too young before. But now she's 18. And her mum is away for the weekend. She's alone with her father for the first time, and she wants to seduce him."

"That sounds good!" Daniel said, rushing to sit down on his computer chair, his towel still wrapped around himself after the shower. And..was he trying to hide an erection?

I watched his hands typing the backstory quickly, only speaking to suggest a synonym or grammar change. I felt the room getting warmer, and took off my jumper.

"OK, so now she's in bed, sleeping naked, but her step-father isn't coming into the room. What next?"

"Let's write as 'father' and we will put the 'step' part in later. To save time." I told him. "Plus pure incest stories get more readers. Trust me. Anyway...maybe she called out to him, saying she had a bad dream? Or a medical problem?"

"Yes! That's great!" He said excitedly. "She calls out, saying she has a pain in her chest."

He wrote the next few lines. He read them out loud for me.

"Her father rushed into the room, worried about his little girl, and the heart attack she was feeling. He burst open the door, almost pushing it off its hinges.

His daughter was looking healthy in the bed, her bed sheets covering her below the waist. But he could see her exposed breasts. Her beautiful breasts, like..."

Daniel stared at me. At my t-shirt. At the bra-less breasts beneath it. Then finished typing the sentence.

Her beautiful breasts, like large marshmallows.

"My breasts DO NOT look like large marshmallows!" I said angrily.

"I...um...I mean.." he said flustered, his face going red. He reached over and closed the lid on his laptop. "This was a stupid idea. I'm sorry."

I felt bad for him. He was trying so hard! And I'd upset him.

I turned around, shutting the door of the bedroom. I knew we were alone in the house, but I wanted to be double sure we were alone.

I carefully took my t-shirt off. My boobs bouncing as the last part of the fabric released them. He just stared.

"Well..? Get back to writing!"

He re-opened the laptop, writing again about the girl's breasts. Somehow his words made me feel proud of my own breasts, the inspiration for his description.

Her perfect breasts mesmerised her father. He couldn't look away. Their soft curves, the way the bedroom light reflected off the top, but created sexual shadows beneath. The way they seemed to rise and fall slightly with every breath she took.

"Daddy, I've got a pain in my chest. Can you feel my heart? See if I'm OK?"

Her father, unsure of the strange situation, walked over to the bed. She didn't move closer to him. She stayed in the middle of the bed, half covered, half exposed. He climbed onto the bed, his night-time shorts the only piece of clothing on him.

His hands touched her breasts, feeling...

"Don't tell me" I replied as he stopped writing again. "You can't remember what breasts feel like. FINE."

I walked over to him in his writing chair. I could see a large bulge being badly hidden by his towel. I walked close enough, and grabbed his nearest hand, putting it onto my breasts. Letting my younger brother play with them, testing them as if he'd never touched boobs before.

It was so odd for me. THis was my little brother. He may have been 18, but that didn't matter. He was my brother.

But he was also a man. The first man to touch my breasts in four months. And his naive excitement was turning me on, exciting me.

His hands went back to the keyboard. The story continued. The father checked her chest. He felt nothing wrong. Her hands moved to her father's sleepwear, 'accidentally' pulling them down.

"Good Daniel" I said, as I read and encouraged him. "Now describe her father's dick."

He paused. His hands at the keyboard, but somehow unable to write.

"Take your towel away and describe your own if you need to."

I couldn't believe I'd just said that. When did I start wanting to see my brother's dick? When did that start turning me on?

Daniel pulled the towel away, revealing a decent sized, very excited cock. I knew even before the towel was removed it was going to be big, but I couldn't help but smile at it. It was big, and it had girth too. Why was I feeling so turned on?!? He was my brother! I should have felt repulsed.

"What's next in the story?" he asked me, once the father's big throbbing dick had been described, and the daughter's excitement at seeing it. I could understand her feelings.

"What would a real father do in that situation?" I asked. "Always try to imagine a normal person in the situation."

"He'd be shocked, and leave the bed."

"So what will she do to make him stay?"

"She would try and bring him back to her. Maybe she'd try the same trick again, saying she had pain in her pussy this time?"

"What would that look like?" My brother asked, a trembling in his voice.

Was this my brother's plan all along? To try and seduce me? Get me to give him more and more of myself under the false pretext of a story?

Or was my brother truly a virgin? Did he truly not know what hid between a woman's legs?

If he truly was sexually naive, the girls in his college were missing out. My eyes kept glancing over at his large cock, still exposed, the towel now lost to the bedroom floor.

I sat down on my brother's bed, and slowly removed my trousers, and then quickly my panties. I tried not to let him see how wet they were. I opened my legs as I imagined what the daughter would do in the story. My pussy open towards my brother. It felt both so wrong and so right at the same moment.

"Daddy.." I said in a sweet voice, imitating the daughter in the story "..It hurts here too."

"Then the father would go back over to her," My brother said. But he didn't write it. He stood up and walked towards me, acting the part of the father. "And he'd touch her, feeling for the source of the pain."

My brother's left hand rested cautiously on me, feeling my warm pussy, his hand seeming to touch every millimetre of skin.

His right hand, seemingly with a mind of its own, moved to wrap itself around Daniel's rock hard erection.

It was too awkward! I pulled myself away from him. My hands over my breasts and my legs folded beneath me, hiding away my pussy.

"I'm sorry!" he said, his hands up in the air. He sat back down at the computer, his head low in shame. "I got carried away."

"We both did," I told him. "Let's continue writing. What do you think happens next?"

"Well, he's touched her pussy. He's touched her breasts. He knows she's not really sick. But she's also seen his cock. He's excited by her naked body. He gets up to leave. He knows he should. But...he lingers near the door? He can't decide if he wants to stay or go?"

"Good." I told my brother, getting back into the writing and out of..wherever we almost just went. "Maybe it's time for her to be honest with him? Admit she was lying about the illness, and confess how much she wants him?"

"I'm bad at dialog," Daniel said. "What would you say in this situation?"

Once again, I tried to take on the persona of the young girl. What would be in her mind. Her father's naked body in front of her. Her own naked body exposed.

"Daddy" I began to speak, putting in the emotions she would be feeling. "Daddy I'm sorry. I was lying. Please don't be mad! It's just, It's just I'm so attracted to you. I have been for so long. But now I'm 18, and we're here, alone...and I can see you're attracted to me."

Daniel's hands typed quickly at the keyboard, every word I spoke recorded on the writing app. I couldn't help but see that Daniel's erection hadn't gone away. His fingers kept moving even after my spoken dialog had finished. He clearly knew where the story was going.

Almost suddenly, his hands stopped typing. He looked unsure.

I walked over from the bed, my hands still covering my breasts, to see what he had written.

The daughter had moved in front of her daddy. She'd knelt down in front of him. She'd admired his cock. And then, she'd put it in her mouth.

And that's where the writing stopped.

"Let me guess," I said. "You don't know what a blowjob feels like."

He didn't say anything. He just looked down at his still excited cock.

What he wanted was beyond the point of no return. He'd touched me BRIEFLY. But this would be something that could never be discounted or forgotten.

"Have you really NEVER been given a blowjob before??"

My brain knew I should say no. I should say no and walk away. It should have walked away thirty minutes ago.

But my hormones said yes. The woman inside of me screamed 'YES!' My body wanted this. It wanted this and more.

My brain and my body made a compromise.

"Two rules. One - this is NEVER spoken about again. Obviously. You breathe a word of this and we are done. Forever. Got it?"

He nodded with excitement.

"Secondly, this is ONLY to help your writing. So I'm going to put a timer on. Two minutes. That's all. Then I stop. That clear?"

Again, only a nod. Somehow the excitement of getting a blowjob had disabled his voice.

"Oh, and rule 3. Don't cum."

I put my phone's timer app on, and then knelt down in front of him. He was still sitting on the chair for his laptop. I hesitated only a moment, half by the taboo of the situation, half by the size of the cock. Not the biggest I'd ever seen, but in the top ten. No, let's be honest. Top three. And I've been meeting random guys in clubs for the past six months.

My hesitation was only for a second. I stretched out my tongue, licking up the shaft. The tip of my tongue swirled round the tip of his dick for a few seconds, before I lowered my mouth. My lips felt every vein and skin bump on his cock. The smell of his shower-gel entering my nose just as his cock had entered my mouth. It reminded me of a boy I'd had a crush on years ago, before I ever became sexual active. I closed my eyes, and as I sucked on my brother's cock, I imagined his cock was in my mouth. It was his cock I was pleasuring, feeling the excitement building with each time my lips rose up and down on the shaft. The warm skin inside my warm mouth. I imagined his face as I sucked the cock. Imagined instead letting him inside my...

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

I was snapped back to reality, and opened my eyes. I lifted my head off my brother's lap, letting his manhood out of my mouth.

I looked at my brother, his face full of the wonders of his first BJ. He'd done well. He hadn't lost control. That was much better than the first boy I gave my mouth to. He'd cum within seconds, and for a while I thought that was normal.

"Well" I instructed him, as I tried to regain my dignity, standing up slowly. "Get writing."

It was interesting to read it from his perspective. The feeling of the blowjob on the man's cock. How her warm mouth felt. My warm mouth. Eventually, the description ended, and the story continued.

The father of the story was overwhelmed by lust after his daughter's unexpected blowjob. He threw her back onto her bed. He pushed open his 18 year old daughter's legs, and put his head down between them.

"Your turn Sis" Daniel said to me, as he finished writing the moment the young girl's legs were pulled open by her daddy, exposing her wet pussy to him. "Two minute timer".

I went back onto his bed and opened my legs before realising that I never agreed to this. I didn't agree to let my little brother...

All that went out the window as his tongue made contact with my clit. For a man who claimed to have never seen a pussy before, he went straight to the place some men never find.

It was heaven. It was amazing. Each tap of his tongue, each time his lips brushed against my skin, it was electric. Each moment was...

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

My fingers moved frantically to my phone to hit the restart button. "Two more minutes!" I said loudly. My brother's continued licking taken as agreement.

But the second two-minutes passed as rapidly as the first, and this time he moved away after the alarm, and back to his computer.

"OK" I said, somehow out of breath though he was the one doing all the work. "Where does the story go now?"

"There's only one place it can go now" He said, in almost a sombre, dignified way. Like he was saying something terrible was inevitable.

And as he said it, I knew it was true too. The story only had one more step to go.

And my brother's exploration of sex only had one more destination. At least with me, at least tonight.

It took me an eternity to get the word out my mouth.

"OK."

Though we both knew it was inescapable, his face still showed surprise at my agreement.

"I..um.." He muttered as he left the laptop and approached me on the bed. My legs still spread wide from where his lips had been minutes before. "I don't have any...um...condoms."

"I'm on the pill," I said coldly. And then, to lighten the mood again "And anyway, your original story ends with a cream-pie. Maybe this should too."

He climbed over me. His body, muscular from the sport he played, but still slightly scrawny, unfinished growing despite his 18 years. His head down, looking at his dick, focused on getting it into the right place. The place he'd never been inside before.

I felt the tip brush against me. Firstly too high, pushing against my clit. But then he lowered it. And my wet pussy welcomed his huge cock inside me.

I could feel every inch of it. Every vein stood out, bringing complex pleasure as he slowly began to pull it in and out.